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I confess that never have I felt more close to retreating from the internet altogether and turning my back on other myselves and other my interests to focus on [human beings (my & other)]

I confess I am I are de ha ha drinking
I confess I swore never to post drunk
I confess I am hopeless at swearing
I confess I have oissed off Quatermass
I confess I have procrastinated the apology



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I confess I
Hey don't look at me like that this is an open bar & another thing
if capitalism is so great why are all the democracies broke
& why all that stuff about area 57 when it really hapened in 211
& I didn't ask for this it was thrust upon me like U2
& anyway forever

& my stupid signature is broken &
I'm sorry about that stupid maudlin s**t
my next stupid signature is goingto be made up
tomorrow

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I'd all but forgotten that.

I confess that I liked Quartermass's previous avatar better

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I just got heckled by my groupies who are on Pageant Commitee.

I confess that I want to go to bed but can't as it is too early and I want a cup of tea anyway

The tomahawks and throwing knives I ordered last week just arrived. The knives are beautiful, excellent balance, and about 2/3 longer than my old Hibben thrower; but they came with no sheaths (just discovered they are ordered separately ), which is annoying.

But, upon looking at the tomahawks, I noted a sticker proclaiming the hawk was made by "American Tomahawks, est. 1992". OK, cool, but then I flipped the blade over and saw a tiny stamp... "Taiwan". The bitter irony of a company named "American Tomahawks" having their wares made in Taiwan really got to me...

I confess, upon seeing this, and before thinking, I yelled out very loudly, "God f*cking damnit!" It was only then that I realized that my office door was open (yes, I'm at work), and I heard the dying echo of my curse reverberating throughout the hallways... But, either nobody heard it, or more likely, nobody came to see what the deal is. (And just to paint an even funnier picture, my boss's office is just to my left, and my boss's boss's office is just to my right. Fortunately for me they are both good fellows.)

The last time I had an episode like this was when I bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle jacket. Inside of the jacket there is a beautifully embroidered eagle and Harley logo, which proclaims, "Harley-Davidson, an American legend...". And just under this is a tiny tag that says, "Made in China". I swear I'm not making that up.

Anyway, one of the computers in my office is playing songs in jukebox mode. "Mexican Radio" by Wall of Voodoo happened to be playing, and just as I focused on that, I heard the line,

"I wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbecued iguana..."

To which I simply muttered, "F*ckin' A" and put the hawk back in its box.

Good fortune,

- Icarus, A Scottish Legend

I confess that this place sometimes makes me feel depressed. Things are hardly going to ever get better. It's all just more of the same as it's always been in my life. I can't win, I can hardly improve and all I do is sit and waste my life away with passing amusements. There's no meaning to whatever I do, whatever effort I put out. As an aspie, my future is just more the same, just nothing.

I confess that the events of sunday and monday have left me feeling depressed and low

my new rookie cards have my full attention. they are gorgeous!

Oh great; just what we need; another aspie lunatic who babbles semi-coherent nonsense while heavily inebriated. If you're going to do that, you'll need to get an official letter of recommendation from richardbenson.

I confess there's a maelstrom at the heart of my tarn at the heart of my moor wherein dwells an unspeakable kraken who must never be allowed to escape. He keeps croaking at me, "Du... Du hast... Du hast mich!" WTF does that mean?!?

Good fortune,

- Icarus Edward Kennedy

I confess that I'm doing the wrong bloody degree, and I blame my college lecturers for not letting me do illustration.

I confess that I learned how to spell "Wednesday" from a book that probably didn't intend to help the spelling at all. The trick came from a passage - no more than three lines, I think (I can't remember the book) - that mentioned Nes as the god of weddings in whatever world that happened to be; I associated "wed" with "Nes" which fit "Wednesday", and that's how I've remembered it ever since. However, I confess that causes me to mispronounce it most times; I say Wed - Nes - day (wed like wedding, Nes like the Loch Ness Monster) unless I think about it.

I also confess that, while I do know the difference between right and left, nine times out of ten, I'll hold up both hands to determine which is which faster; it makes driving with me fun. ("Keep at least one hand on the wheel!")

I confess the sociology teacher is annoying me quite a bit, and I'm not entirely sure why.

i confess i find you a little bit annoying with the

-good fortune crap at the end your your reply. Stfu

Such unexpected hyper-sensitivity at a jest to one profound enough to appreciate a good beer and a good meteorite. And to think, I was going to ask you about your collection one of these days.

You are right; my penchant for the archaic act of wishing "good fortune" upon my fellow creatures at the close of my babblings is both pretentious and antagonistic. In fact, it may even be more than a bit sinister. Has anyone ever stopped to consider what I might be wishing you all good fortune with. Oh good gods!

It is my solemn judgment that I deserve nothing more than to be destroyed for my crimes; mercy is wasted upon the likes of me, as is the blessing of life; those such as me cannot be allowed to perpetuate. As it is written, so let it be played out.

<grabs previously constructed masterwork noose> <attaches noose to previously installed hook in 2nd story loft ceiling> <grabs a nearby barstool that was previously calculated to be just the right height for this end, and places it under the noose> <grabs Smith and Wesson police issue handcuffs (with the carbon black finish), stands up on stool, places noose around neck, and tightens> <handcuffs own hands behind back>

Please good sir; kick the stool out from under me and watch me twitch and gag as I slowly choke to death. I confess, I'm fairly certain nobody would blame you; and in the end, you'd be doing me more of a favour than you know, and possibly the rest of the world as well. My wishes for good fortune are not unlike a filthy, festering black tar that oozes up from the cracks in my dead and rotton core; I shall take such wishes with me whence I depart, and trouble neither thee nor thine with them ever hence…

Good fortune,

- Icarus waits on a stool

cut right to the chase will you, or maybe i could call you dramatic for setting up such a scene. (you hanging yourself) im a simple guy. you dont like me? fine. you dont want to see my collections? alright! just dont write almost 4 paragraphs about how you would die not likeing me

Damnit, I was hoping you'd just kick the stool. <sigh>

OK, I'll cut to the chase. I do like you; I always have. I appreciate your posts, and your funky sense of style; your old sig about being cool always put a smile on my face. I was joking, both here and before; I was referencing the fact that you made a few posts recently about using some sitting money to enjoy a bit of beer. My dry and overly elaborate humor gets me in trouble sometimes; I am overly dramatic, but that's just the way I am. I love meteorites, and think it's cool that you collect them; I'm not into sports, but I also think it's cool you like sports cards; I appreciate people who collect things. I was going to ask you about the meteorites sometime. I am confused as to why you'd think I don't like you...?

EDIT: Did you see the linke to a post about my own drunken ramblings that I put in the original message? I was pokin' fun at myself, with a shoutout to you.

Really, I'm being as plain as I can here, no sarcasm. Peace?

Good fortune,

- Icarus Smokem' Peace Pipe