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ķýāĵ¢ḱ |
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i have . let's 'ave a tune. and when i count three |
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then i'm squinting: is the drummer ginger baker in drag? ...or is it supposed to be? and i google it and i get Ginger Baker : "Gary Moore Needs A Psychiatrist" “The next day his manager phones me and says Gary’s blown his ears again and they’ve taken him to the doctor. I said: ‘Why don’t you take him to a fucking psychiatrist, cos that’s what he needs.’ That wasn’t the right thing to say to Mr God Almighty.” that boy need therapy |
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One gig was cancelled when he [Moore] cut his finger opening a fucking tin. Eric [Clapton] would have put a plaster on and played. Oh no, not Gary. dammit gary |
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Yeah I used to a lot in Boy Scouts I still have a canoe at my ex wives house if anyone Wants it. You give me 2 cds and Ingive you canoe |
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well honestly. i got a prank call, once. in the first "The Sims" game. in 2002 or some shit. and it was very late. and it was just "do you canoe?" and they hung up. and that's about as far as this topic was thot-thru; i thought of it. i do canoe. but i'm much better at paddling around for a few hours on a kayak with a few beers and a few other people on a few other kayaks. and then it's late and fuck it let's go back and then go to a restaurant. however, a canoe you're all together, and it can be a bit dicey passing a spliff around numerous kayaki so don't be too kwik to de-canoe urself |
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i get it. a canoe is too "gay" or whatever that thing is you keep posting so then it's merely a vehicle to go to some small crap island and set things on fire like proper heterosexuals. the whole way, you be sure to talk about man, we're going to set all this crap on fire, man, and never ever acknowledge that you're all in a canoe together. |
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i live so close by the river, i sometimes think about buying one, because i could simply drag it out and paddle away and retnting one costs ridiculous 60 bucks. there is even room for it in the boiler room. havent found a neat uesed one though. @epic, no fires nor islands here. @thad, what cds you want man? got some rephlex here, eod, cylob, dmx krew |
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Ijon, whatevs… just come get it from my ex wives backyard anytime. She don’t have cameras or a mean dog lol |
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there a slight difficulty getting across the pond without one tho any suggestions? |
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Ijon, Swim across and canoe back? Steal a plane and canoe back? Steal a boat and canoe back? Steal a canoe and take mine back also? |
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if you're having trouble getting across the pond without dog, then either swim yourself, or buy a plane ticket. |
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i say this having literally once grabbed onto a dog carrying a stick back to shore for a giggle because i was pretty sure it would more or less be shrugged off. i was correct. got a good 20 feet of water taxi out of that. that, oh, go to vermont. you'll find, like... a nice clean lake with lots of useless islands to effectively serve as a target, paddle out and claim it for a bit. but don't paddle too far over there, that's the nude beach, and while that might sound like you want a peek -- trust me, you don't |
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oh, swimming, how about that? at times it almost feels like a serious problem has been fixed, when i dive down under and i can just move freely in any direction |
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i suppose kayaking is ultimately less neurologically interesting than swimming. all that happens with a kayak is you find you've become this strange hybrid... thing... that the top half of you is human but the bottom half of you is a kayak. it takes about two hours for this to hit |
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have you ever been swimming for, literally, hours, and then you get out of the water and it's disorienting because it's like... the tetris effect? never mind. i'm in too deep already. i'll stop |
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no, wait. i know why thad thinks canoes are gay. they actually are kind of gay and it's not just because "boy scouts" that if you sit in a kayak for two hours, it's accepted into your body image map. that effectively, your mind/body has accepted the kayak as part of itself. a canoe, multiple people, for two hours, and it's like... yeah, shit. the only analogy i have is when you're spooning with someone and you just kind of bleed into each other, and do you feel that? wow yes. is that my leg or yours? i can't tell that's actually far worse that they're just going out to the crappy island to bum. that, despite all the talk of setting shit on fire like proper heterosexuals, everyone seems to have forgotten a lighter. and now what? never went and bummed on an island myself. but i've definitely... yeah, this happens |
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greg hates car culture thad thinks canoes are gay immutable properties of reality |
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i say this having literally once grabbed onto a dog carrying a stick back to shore for a giggle because i was pretty sure it would more or less be shrugged off. i was correct. got a good 20 feet of water taxi out of that. this same dog also once deliberately pushed me into a river when i was standing on a rock, fascinated and poking at something irrelevant like the dweeb i am. that suddenly i'm just in the water and dfjgkdf wtf? and five people saw it, and some of them seemed even kind of stunned as the confirmed: the dog deliberately pushed you into the river. and you could tell she was beyond pleased with herself for doing so. that dogs are what you put into them, and we talked to our dogs. that when i grabbed onto her to tow me back to shore, it's like... 80lb yellow lab, and this is a bit of an ask, here. that if i'd kept doing it she would have stopped ignoring me. but, effectively, when i said "i was pretty sure it would more or less be shrugged off" i actually meant: i knew the dog would, actually, understand what i was doing, that i thought this was a hilarious idea and i just went for it. that kayaks are what you put into them as well. if you don't put in the effort, the kayak won't be accepted into your proprioceptive map. and you'll be shit at spooning |
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i guess i was a bit of a strange child. not many people would dive down as deep as they could so they could dance underwater. simply because the freedom of movement felt great. and now i'm thinking: oh, shit, there are probably headphones that work underwater now, and... no, fuck it, that might be my dennis wilson arc. i might drown if i get ahold of that |
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i guess i was a bit of a strange child. not many people would dive down as deep as they could so they could dance underwater. simply because the freedom of movement felt great hell, i've still not tried scuba diving? and perhaps i'm an idiot but then -- no, it's too much equipment. i could stay underwater, but it'd ruin what i want to do there which is, oh... deep down as you can, flail about a bit, get a good starting whirl and, then -- like if you start spinning in a wheelie chair with your arms outstretched, and then pull them in, you start spinning ~faster~ -- pull into a fetal ball to whip that starting whirl up into a frenzy, tumble about like a football a couple times and then WAHOO just flail the limbs back out and curve around a bit before we finally reach the surface. and the only real design point that went into this was, like, this is what i can do with the time i between diving down as far as i can and buoyancy popping me back into reality. anyone else? no? alright. sorry |
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pull into a fetal ball to whip that starting whirl up into a frenzy, tumble about like a football a couple times that, yes, finally -- i think i'm content to stop there. then, fuck, shit, this is boring but if you try this, you need to have mastered the art of very continuously, expelling air out through your nose to maintain enough positive pressure, or... yeah if someone blindly committed on the first stab with no clue... safety first |
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What Epic said. |
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how about... a totally riced out kayak? that i am not talking about electronics shit, because this is a kayak and it will get flipped sometimes, even if you're just chilling on a lake. instead more like: - six-pack sized cooler sealed with a gasket. fill with beers+ice. you can flip the kayak and keep your lake out of the beer - rubberized, shock-mounted beer holder - a clamp so you can snap the paddle into the side and not fumble about with it - Sealed box for your island loadout: tevas, a towel, lunch - Manual bilge pump for kayak interior that can potentially double as a squirt gun turret - gasket compartment for smokables that flips over into a rolling tray - proper glass ashtray -- simply inset into the top of the kayak's body. flip the kayak to empty the ashtray but probably more interesting, free diving, just going down over and over in a loop because you love it, and your breathing has to... didn't ceephax have some thing like "acid breathing"? what's that about |
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~ hasn't wound up well for most of these chaps. but i'm truly jealous of this episode. they got a budget to dream up a bunch of retarded boats, and... oh, one of them had a little desk with a crappy yamaha keyboard on it. eventually this went in the water eventually, but they're floating down the river and banging out some tunes before that. and, yes, we have a budget to go way further than anyone could usually justify for this, and a camera crew to document our day on the water. lucky bastards |
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that's actually far worse that they're just going out to the crappy island to bum. that, despite all the talk of setting shit on fire like proper heterosexuals, everyone seems to have forgotten a lighter. and now what? never went and bummed on an island myself. but i've definitely... yeah, this happens my conscience is bothering me, here. setting shit on fire is a universal male delight. it seems like women are either the occasional rare clinical pyro, or utterly not interested [is that sexist]. i've never went and bummed on an island myself. but there have been a few times with a bunch of fireworks that we all knew quite well we weren't supposed to have brought out there. like, now that we've claimed this island of ours: there needs to be a show of force to warn the neighbors |
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life vests. i actually fucking hate the things. one nearly killed me once it was summer camp and sailing class and they're teaching us how to get a sailboat back up if it tips over. from the pictures i looked up... no, this was not a sunfish, they had us flip over a mercury. and, we're a bunch of incredibly enthusiastic ten or 12yo lads. i remember genuinely throwing my full weight into it then the boat is not just on its side. it's going complete turtle. the sail is pulling me down underwater with gradual, unstoppable force, as the life jacket is trash compacting me up into the sail. i wasn't expecting this and i don't have much air. shit. shit and in the end, i would have drowned, actually, if i hadn't had the presence of mind to then tear it off, underwater, swim out around from under it. i then actually began to chew the counselors out a bit, this life vest shit is a death trap, you idiots, etc. and then i realize they're shitting themselves even harder than i was in that moment because it was only supposed to go on its side and now they're not sure what to do either and it's really, really sinking to the bottom of the lake. i left them arguing and swam back to shore |
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i wear them drinking beer in a kayak, though. |
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oh, right. part of the reason i just swam back to shore was that the weight of the boat sinking to the bottom of the lake was creating a downsuck that i judged as genuinely not worth fucking around with. if you ask me to capsize a boat, be warned i'll do it thoroughly |
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i actually think it was me. "alright boys, just lean over and pull the boat down" and i quite literally jumped up in the air, grabbed the mast with both hands, lifted my feet up in the air and swung them forwards. that i was clever and prudent enough, in retrospect, to have known this was too far. i was just so wicked stocked that i'm going to get to capsize a boat it was well-meant. |
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that, i dunno, astrocytes, the power distribution network of the brain, well, that's what fMRI actually reads; blood flow in the brain. it can't read actual neural activity; simply the blood flow that follows it. so they'll say "oh it lags a bit" and you're actually watching the janitors clean up after the game is over, thanks. but seems reasonable that thinking about things, microwaves other nearby things in your brain -- even if they're ancient -- simply because, being nearby, they might be relevant. and i've this to add: now i remember actually being, like "oh, excuse me" and getting someone else to move over because i was squinting at the boat, and, even though i was -- 11, best guess -- and didn't know the words yet, i was trying to visualize the boat's center of mass and determine where i could be in order to capsize this boat the hardest i damn could. then this is all a safety training exercise i've thrown into chaos, and a life vest, also a safety device nearly kills me, i tear it off and swim out back up and yell at the counselors for being idiots when, now that i think on it, this was probably all my fault. but they're too busy shitting themselves over the fact that the boat is actively sinking, and they don't know what to do about it, actually, and so i swim ashore, sans life vest, as the boat pulls my vest down under with it, because i could tell if i stuck around the downsuck from the boat could be dangerous what. you asked me to capsize the boat. i did |
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sorry, right, the other kids. that i'd ideally positioned myself to take the boat down, and so i got the brunt of it, suitably, they were long out from under it by the time i fought my way up and went on a pissy rant about life jackets being... whatever an 11yo kid does when he's calling something FUCKING HORSESHIT but he's a nice kid and he doesn't have language that strong at his disposal yet... yes, they got back up on the second boat the counselors were on and i have some words here, so i'm not really thinking about just treading water and bitching. then i feel the boat tug, and i guess i could have gotten back on board their boat, but i did kind of feel: you're crap i'll do it myself |
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one of them had a permanent lisp and he would say "screwed" as "skqwüd" -- truth |
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the jason scott has long made available a list of his such as "FILLED CAR INTERIOR WITH WHIPPED CREAM, 1989" and i'd have to think about my full list, but "sinking a mercury sailboat and almost drowning myself in the process during a safety training exercise, 1995" certainly makes the cut. if you want to understand what ADHD is..., well, as above: i jumped up in the air, grabbed the mast with both hands, lifted my feet up in the air and swung them forwards. that i was clever and prudent enough, in retrospect, to have known this was too far. i was just so wicked stoked that i'm going to get to capsize a boat it was well-meant. ...i wouldn't have gotten on a submarine, though. |
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