Robin Williams on Loneliness

Mork & Mindy: In Mork We Trust (#1.21)” (1979)

Orson: The report, Mork.

Mork: This week I discovered a terrible disease called loneliness.

Orson: Do many people on Earth suffer from this disease?

Mork: Oh yes sir, and how they suffer. One man I know suffers so much he has to take a medication called bourbon, even that doesn’t help very much because then he can hear paint dry.

Orson: Does bed rest help?

Mork: No because I’ve heard that sleeping alone is part of the problem. You see, Orson, loneliness is a disease of the spirit. People who have it think that no one cares about them.

Orson: Do you have any idea why?

Mork: Yes sir you can count on me. You see, when children are young, they’re told not to talk to strangers. When they go to school, they’re told not to talk to the person next to them. Finally when they’re very old, they’re told not to talk to themselves, who’s left?

Orson: Are you saying Earthlings make each other lonely?

Mork: No sir I’m saying just the opposite. They make themeslves lonely, they’re so busy looking out for number one that there’s not enough room for two.

Orson: It’s too bad everybody down there can’t get together and find a cure.

Mork: Here’s the paradox sir because if they did get together, they wouldn’t need one.

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Thoughts. Of a Genius???

It’s funny, but the days volunteering in the forum is awful have something in common with the days when working in the forum is hilarious. That thing? The presence of complete morons.

EG the following conversation, tagged (with apparent sincerity) “Thoughts of a genius.”

 

A conversation with Jesus

  1. mcgeniusthepoet
    Member
    Jul 31, 2014, 4:09 AM

    Oh, How I wish to forgive and just forgive
    So I be at peace, in relief
    To target an area in heart of hopelessness
    With a hand that digs out in me forgiveness
    So I myself as well be granted happiness
    Finding it hard due to some carelessness

    I had a conversation with Jesus one night
    Who he himself whispered good news in my ears
    Brought about solutions to let disappear my fears
    He indulged me in tunes by singing lyrical vibes of Mathew 6 verse 14
    I danced to the rhythm yet never thought of stopping nor pausing
    He told me forgiveness is an act of intention
    An alarm or signal towards the perception of reality
    Without a gun on my head but it being voluntarily

    This is a tale of a line between the perpetrator and the victimized
    Where the victimized abandons the negativity of emotions
    Rehabilitating the perpetrator purposefully forgetting sadism
    Ultimately seeing light in the tunnel of possible reconciliation
    Withdrawing from the strings of hatred that has us by our tongues and fingertips
    Withdrawing from future plans of vengeance

    With his voice of tough love, firm but loving, told me
    Forgiveness is a lifting of a burden suppressing the life within
    And yet a contradiction between forgiving and forgetting
    For memory and heart is photographic
    For the heart is sacred than the mind controversial as it should be
    For with peace seeking through introspection and
    Forgiving no eye shall be prohibited to see

    I may not be looking forward to calling you a friend
    Or invite you for lunch or a sip of coffee
    I may not be looking forward to welcoming you inside my home
    Or inside my heart for that matter
    But I’m definitely looking forward to letting my heart be at peace
    He made me realise that we should forgive ourselves
    For not forgiving others in the journey of finding healing
    Emphasizing that a good heart does not await an apology
    Though it taketh a good man to accept it
    It taketh a great man to maketh an apology

    The blog I need help with is mcgeniusthepoet.wordpress.com.

  2. Jesus is not available to answer your questions in the WordPress.com technical support forums. Thursdays and Sundays are His days off.

     

“Artists” stealing from Artists – Sad News at 100 Braid St Studios

raincoaster:

That’s just horrible. Some asshole who can’t make it as an artist broke into a collective studio and helped himself to the art supplies. Also a computer and printer.

Originally posted on 100 Braid St Studios & Gallery:

I am really sad to announce that last Friday night 100 Braid St was broken in to. All of our artists studios were rifled through and the major losses were art supplies although computer equipment & printers were also taken. In some cases the thieves actually picked through things taking only the best paints, spray paints, brushes, and equipment. Clearly soSad Sunflowers at 100 Braid Stmeone who considers themselves an artist feels it’s OK to steal from other artists.

One of our youngest members Fiona Tang, had purchased a set of charcoals as a gift to herself on her recent graduation from Emily Carr–they are now gone. Corrin Howes just finished moving in & setting up her studio recently and all of her new paints, brushes & mediums were stolen. Ingrid Tamboline, one of our jewelry makers had a very difficult to find, made in the Ukraine, bending tool; now she cannot create the jewelry…

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Sky Pilot: raincoaster?

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cessna 182

Yes. You’d be surprised, but I’m actually a more accomplished aerobatic pilot than the guy bringing you in to La Guardia. And The Sister is twice as accomplished.

I’m stealing these and copy/pasting them from a Gawker post about junior pilots, racing around the world to beat the Guinness book and dying in the process. Enough.

Really.

Enough.

I was a child pilot and I don’t have any issue with teaching kids to fly, but when you add the competitive aspect, and the extreme range of conditions mentioned above, you have a recipe for disaster. These competition kids die. They DIE in disproportionate numbers. Because of a fucking deadline, because of ambitious parents, because they are pushed too far.

Rebel Rebel

Tell it to this guy.

GregorMendel

“I was a child pilot.” Do tell!

raincoaster

I think I’ve told it a few times before, but what the hell.

My dad was a natural-born aviator who could make clunky, run of the mill planes do anything he wanted. Unfortunately for him, he did not come from the class who sent their sons to university, so he was a Sergeant, not an officer. As a non-officer, he wasn’t allowed to be a pilot, although he would occasionally give flying lessons to those who were, and wanted to try something different.

Most every weekend he’d take us up in a rented Cessna, my sister and me, and do aerobatic manoeuvres these planes were never meant for. They’re good planes, though, and he was an excellent pilot, so it was fine. Eventually he taught us. My sister could do an eight point barrel roll by the time she turned ten. I wasn’t that good, and only managed a four.

But we didn’t compete, we never felt pushed, and if we’d rather have stayed on teh ground that would have been okay with my father. It would have saved him saying (as he did every time we landed) “Don’t tell your mother.”

GregorMendel
Absolutely wonderful! Thanks for sharing even though you’ve done it before. I had no idea you had such an adventurous childhood. Dang.

raincoaster

Thanks. Actually, till I became a teen and started comparing myself to my peers, I’d no idea what we’d been doing was cool at all. Since high school, the only place it’s been cool is here, in the Gawker comment section.

PS still jelly my sister was the better pilot. We both went on to completely unrelated careers, her to high-level academic administration, me to (spam alert) The Cryptosphere.

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Report from HOPE X: Surveillance, Snowden, Stratfor and Surprises

raincoaster:

Well, this was ironic. We sent a correspondent to cover the Hackers on Planet Earth conference. Guess what happened to him? Well, read on…

Originally posted on The Cryptosphere:

HOPE X, which took place in New York this past weekend, is one of the premiere events of the hacker calendar. The Cryptosphere correspondent Douglas Lucas was there, presenting on a panel, schmoozing over sushi, sneaking into the press room, and … but that would be telling!

Thursday

On my Thursday flight to the tenth Hackers on Planet Earth convention, half-asleep and writing my part for the Project PM panel, I wondered what this article—which I’m writing on the plane back—would report. Figured the weekend would be a thorny mix of “total surveillance NSA surveillance is a dire emergency wracking ruin on humanity RIGHT NOW” and passing out business cards.

The plane trip back, by the way, is enlivened by an email from an editor, asking why my latest article was doing so well on social media. Turned out WikiLeaks had tweeted the link. So, that was…

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