Embrace the FUCKING butt camera.
ibdave wrote:I feel fucking sorry for my Family for the next 2 days.. I'm on a fucking clear diet until 11a.m. Monday... argggggg Oh yea, I get the fucking camera up the poop chute.... Turned 51 and see what happens.... So don't worry about me, worry about my family cuz they are going to fucking hate me....
Simon of the Playa wrote:Embrace the FUCKING butt camera.
i am going to buy a can of spray paint and do this marvelous quote justice on the underside of a local bridge so the morning commuters may see it.
if 100,000 drivers look and 50,000 chuckle, i've done my job.
oh yeah, FUCK! this should be pretty funny.
well,ibdave wrote:No No Nooooo, no butt scope Photo's, A photo of simon Tagging the Bridge........Sail Man wrote:Oh great, posting fucking butt-scopy pictures
Fuck! Now I've got a bad visual burned onto my retina'sygmir wrote:well,ibdave wrote:No No Nooooo, no butt scope Photo's, A photo of simon Tagging the Bridge........Sail Man wrote:Oh great, posting fucking butt-scopy pictures
if he's standing on a ladder, wearing his usual mid thigh plaid cheerleader skirt, and commando to boot......they could be quite similar.........
PurpleKoosh wrote:(Crossposted, with edits, multiple places; my apologies if you've seen this more than once, but I'm fucking crushed.)
sorry to fucking hear it KooshPurpleKoosh wrote:(Crossposted, with edits, multiple places; my apologies if you've seen this more than once, but I'm fucking crushed.)
Well, I'm definitely not going to the Burn now...
...because SOME ASSHOLE STOLE ALL OF MY FUCKING CAMPING GEAR OUT OF MY GARAGE.
My bike - gone.
All three tents (the dome you all remember, the new one I had last year, and a second dome I picked up on Freecycle and never bothered bringing out) - gone.
My cooler - gone.
My drink Igloo - gone.
Fucking bastards were thorough...they went into my bin, pulled out all the camp food, and left the raverbait and zipties. (I'm surprised, though; they left my two Slumberjack pillows and the Army duffel with my two sleeping bags.)
This is the third bicycle Mr.Koosh and I have had stolen in the six years we've lived here - including one that was chained to the railing in front of our fucking door. And we live in a second-floor apartment.
The ONLY silver lining in all of this is that (for once) I actually meet the fucking deductible on my renter's insurance.
Even if we didn't have Montreal to think about paying for this year, I'd be hard-pressed to replace everything before it was time to leave. And while I was willing to consider accepting charity to cover the cost of my gas or whatever (I did not ask, nor would I; it was offered to me freely, when it looked like that would be the only obstacle in the way of me getting Home this year), this is too much to ask of anyone...too much to ask of multiple people.
I love my village-mates...my coworkers at the DMV...my City...to pieces, and I'm going to miss the holy fuck out of you all, but this is absolutely the final nail in the coffin of my going.
I'm gonna go be sick, now.
there are some that might administer a sound fucking,spanking for that statement.........orlittleflower wrote:Fuck! santa barbara is on fire ... to the santa barbarians out there, our thoughts and prayers are with you, and please let us know you're OK!
fucking fire...
I am totally in agreement.Fucking bummer. But it's no reason to not go. It's early enough that you might be able to get a lot of that replaced for free. Start checking out craig's list--the stuff for free section. They often have bikes, tents, couches, etc.
It hurts. Yeah. It hurts a fucking lot. I've already resolved myself to the might-be-fact that ~~ OK, I show up at BM with just a sleeping bag, some clothes, some water, a chest full of fruit and veggies and crackers. I don't need much! People will give me shelter when I need it. They'll spray me down if I get hot. They'll share their BACON!!! 
(Well, maybe....) SWEEEEEEET!!!! Stuff is just stuff, hon. Yeah, it fucking bites. Over the past 5 months, though, I have just had to accept what life dealt me. Acceptance is not an easy thing for us sometimes. Isn't for me a lot of times. Obviously there is some reason I am going through this. And you too. And it's OK now. I'll be OK. Okay, I've derailed this fucking thread enough.The offers of gear/rides/etc. to actually get me out to BRC this year are incredibly generous, and I thank you all. But in all honesty, it was shaping up that I wasn't going to make it this year even before this happened.
Going to WorldCon is only my fourth cross-country trip in my life, and my first ever out of the country. I have no idea what kind of recovery time I'm going to need. Mr.Koosh and I get back from Montreal on 12 Aug (our flight's scheduled to arrive SFO 2330hrs 11 Aug, which is as near as makes no difference once you figure in Baggage Claim and travel time home). That's NINE DAYS before my standard date of departure; it's anyone's guess whether I'd even have the [spoons | action points | insert analogy here] for the drive to and from BRC, to say nothing of actually surviving the event. (I like visiting my ex on-playa; I'd prefer not to do so as a client.)
Further, those loans come with an emotional cost, one levied exclusively within my head.
I'm not one who's very good (at all) at the sweat-equity type of stuff that's needed within a camp; I sit in the trailer at DMV doing Tech stuff all day because that's all my body is capable of if I'm still going to have the energy and ability to get between the two places. So I pull my weight back in camp by making damned sure I have EVERYTHING I'm going to need for the week. Sitting in a campsite full of borrowed gear would take its toll on me, because I'd look at it and think "damnitall, I'm leeching off people who care about me again."
It's flattering as hell that so many people - village-mates, DMV coworkers, and just people who don't Burn themselves, but know how important it is to me - have said "I cannot imagine the event without you there, and I will do whatever I can to make sure I don't have to experience it." But the repeated cries of "No! You MUST be there!" start pushing all my old peer-pressure buttons, and that gets awkward.
Consider also that I've already worked last-minute miracles getting out to the event once; I haven't missed a Burn since I first came out in '03. I know a lot of people who would envy me on that point alone. Yeah, it's gonna suck not being there this year (particularly with all the awesome changes happening in camp), but it's just gonna make next year that much better.
