It’s not everyday that a new person comes to your area, or to be honest it might everyday but you don’t most likely get a chance to meet them and remain in your circle of people you know. It’s not that sad it’s pretty true though.
When a new person enters your inner sanctum you are both happy and scared, sometime resentful. You are like “well I do like this person in some ways, they are attractive physically to me but I fear they are more likable and perhaps accomplished than me and it makes me scared for my own security and success”.
But the best thing you can do is try to love them in your mind forever, to imagine them as a baby and how innocent and helpless they were. They are still like that but with the scars and weakness and habits of age. Even if they are well spoken or well read they will appreciate your kindness in some secret ways, even if they act as if kindness is meaningless to them.
One possible problem is that your kindness with make you look weak and stupid (not smart) but in this reporters opinion this is a dated fear from the 90’s.
So love everyone but touch no one and kill a pig with a single sword swipe you sick hungry nasty readers.
We love you!
We are baffled tho, we feel completely on fire and also like…nothing, seriously though, drained of life force, yeah like, nothing at all. We’re watching in disbelieve like an out of body experience and like… we had to turn away. CAUSE in all seriousness it was TOO DISTURBING!!! Our flesh is failing! Our bone too 🙂
Seriously though, our flesh is falling off the bone. hahaha not really just like in a restaurant way.
We are announcing our new restaurant based on a video game!!!
Listen to us when we say: THIS MAGAZINE IS A” SUCCESS STORY”
It has over 20,000 readers a day.
It is sexual.
It is at war.
It is using every color all the time to make you sick.
You feel sick right? And tired????!!! THAT’S us.
And you are reading it! You are one of our readers! The life in your blood and skin is dying but you are reading this magazine hahahahahahahaha. Thats like conquering you!!! Or owning you!!!! That’s like we got married hahahaha. You married a magazine and now you are living out your life wasting all your health but reading this shit.
but you know what?
THIS SHIT RULES!
It’s LIKE another labor day over here!! we’re working hard and nothing is coming together, missing all the deadlines, but whatev!!!!! ORRRRR uhhhhh thats what it seems at first, at first glance and then we like play some early morning VIDEO GAMES and then get some food, the sense memories fade. we’re prime! come over and shine your light on us and help us desperately, give and take and we will both feed.
GIMME THE CHILD, I’LL OPEN THE SAFE
There will now be, upon decree and mandatory statute, DRUG TESTING @ FFF offices to ensure that less and less of the kinds of people we don’t want don’t walk thru our doors. It’s time to shut down the use of such substances in the office and we need to clean up the scene around here SO THAT we have less of this stuff flowing thru the septic and less powders on the table stool.
We are trying to write a MAGAZINE! WE ARE OLD NEWSPAPER MEN.
ONLY one person here plays anything other than guitar.
He is an ex molester or future one, i can’t remember.
IF we had had a drug test in effect at the time we could have AVOIDED all this diseases and suffering. BUT it was a bilateral descision and one not made lightly.
At the time.
I got a haircut when I was back in Vancouver and it was fantastic. Unfortunately, I ended up with a shitty haircut (the haircut was fantastic because the woman cutting my hair pushed my head into her breasts a lot and they were really nice, big, soft breasts). So, tonight in camp I tried cutting my hair myself and I made something that was already bad, worse. There are no barbers here. What do I do!?!?!?!?!
To which I respond:
Buzz buzz buzz. Stop being a perv.
I keep resorting to a friend of mine for advice. I am provided with advice that I usually like and try to follow. This is where it gets sticky, she writes a blog called baddaddvice. What does this mean about me? Am I a pawn to her evil tricks? Does a part of my own identity disappear every time I ask her for advice and follow it? What if I start asking her about work and it starts affecting my professional life? What if I start asking her about women and it starts affecting my love life? What if I start asking her about grammar and I start typing and talking like a buffoon? What if I ask her about my dream of one day having a ranch (close to her stupid commune so they can have my manure) and being a cowboy and she rejects that dream as silly and then I never follow it and then I regret it forever and ever and ever and on until the end of time and all time after that too!?!?!?!? PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Devotedly, loyally and submissively yours,
To which I respond:
Angus, if you are asking me about this and not someone else, it’s too late for you. Give in!
Also, is badd always bad? Is bad always bad? I give you a few examples for consideration:
For the Good of the Nation wrote:
What’s the best way to pull off lobotomizing a world leader? I have limited time and resources.
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To which I respond:
This task is much more difficult to execute than a straightforward assassination, and I would first of all advise you to ask yourself whether, with your limited time and resources, that might be the way to go.
If you have your heart set on lobotomy, the method I recommend is the so-called “ice pick method” pioneered by Walter Freeman. He developed the procedure so that it could be performed by non-surgeon workers in asylums, without access to an operating room. This means that it is probably simple enough to do yourself, and can be done anywhere with little risk to the patient, other than the obvious brain chopping.
All you will need is an icepick and a small rubber mallet. A rock would probably do. Insert the icepick under the top eyelid, behind the eyesocket. Tap it with the mallet to get through the thin layer of bone, and sweep from side to side. Repeat on the other eye. Easy!
In terms of getting away with it, that’s really going to depend on your own skills, but I would say wear all your black skintight clothing and get this person in their sleep in the dead of night. I don’t think the security of world leaders is as good as it’s hyped up to be, in general.
The best part about this plan is that an icepick can be used for either an assassination or a lobotomy, which means you can put off deciding which one you’re going to carry out until the situation demands it. Good luck!
How Lobotomies Work, howstuffworks.com
Lobotomy – Walter Freeman, wikipedia.org
Jeffie writes from Bolivia:
I NEEDD ADDVICE!!!!
so, I’ve gone out on dates with this girl for, like, 7 nights in a row, and I admit there is a language barrier, but I am pretty sure we like eachother. Our first date was a month ago, and i go to her work for coffee everyday. I have been pretty clear, saying things like “quiero ganar tu corazon”.
The problem is, as she told me on our first date “tengo novio, pero es lejos”.
I don’t understand whats going on with her, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love. The thing is, relationships between men and women are so different here, and I’m so confused.
WHAT SHOULD I DO????
To which I respond:
Jeffie, you say that relationships are so different there, but how am I supposed to know anything about that? To try to crack into it, I looked up some Bolivian poets writing about love and relationships. I didn’t try that hard, but I found a few poems by Jaime Saenz which give enough of a glimpse about love to assume that’s how an entire country’s culture approaches it. Here are a few lines from his High Above the Dark City:
I’ll cut off a hand for each of her sighs I’ll gouge out an eye for each of her smiles
I’ll die once twice three times four times a thousand times
just to die on her lips
with a saw I’ll cut through my ribs to hand her my heart
with a needle I’ll draw out my best soul to give her a surprise
on Friday evenings
with the night air singing a song I propose to live for three hundred years
in the loveliness of her company.
Based on what he’s written, I would say that the general approach to courtship one takes in Bolivia is one of melodrama and hyperbole. Throw yourself at her, profess what you feel to the most extreme degree that you feel it and beyond. Also don’t forget to ask her the following question: “Cuando regresa tu novio?”
Image from Stanford Medicine
Angus wrote in via text message* with an urgent question. I’ve transcribed the exchange:
Angus: Dear baddaddvice: I’m at the American Museum of Natural History in NY which is closing very soon but I don’t ever want to leave. What do I do?
Angus: I’m running out of time here!!!!!!!!
baddaddvice: Ok I’m watching the trailer for night at the museum for tips!
baddaddvice: Befriend a kooky-looking old security guard
baddaddvice: Knock out another security guard and steal his clothes
baddaddvice: Get your hands on whatever weapons you can find before everything comes to life
baddaddvice: You good?
Angus: Done. Done. Done. This is going to be a wiiiiild ride!
baddaddvice: I think your best bet is a big battleaxe
baddaddvice: Practice your dinosaur-skeleton-fighting skills while you have the chance
Angus: I’m destuffing a bear and going inside. Will a bear holding a spear and an axe be a dead giveaway? Also these texts are costing me lots of money so please relay all further pieces of advice telepathically!
baddaddvice (sent telepathically): I think you are in good shape! But wait, what if the bear comes to life? Good luck!
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Kitteh sez lay off the bottle – click for a trip you’ll never forget
So, according to some pretty old science being meta-analysed by new scientists, LSD is just as effective as other treatments for alcoholism. Real scientists say so! They still don’t know why, but some think that doing acid is “a bit like shaking up a snow globe” for your brain, resetting some of your entrenched neural patterns. Others think it’s the deep spiritual experience that does it.
The good news:
> Just one dose can be enough! Magic bullet cure.
> This method is great for self-medicating types, something many alcoholics will appreciate.
The bad news:
> You might have to go back in time to the 60s, when this research was originally done, to get the stuff that is good enough to do the job.