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Bluelighters I miss....

I miss Allein. Got to meet up with him and meet his family and his great big dog when I went to the UK two years ago. I hope he is doing well. His kids were amazing. Anyone ever talk to him? If so, please send my regards.<3
 
F&B, no shit man, no fuckin shit, miss that funny cunt. He was a laugh, and he was damn smart. Is snolly still alright? I hope nowt happened to her, snolly was SUCH a wee cute muffin and seemed like a genuinely bright sparky funny lass with a good heart. Actually I was just remembering snolls the other day fondly. Daresay I rather, for someone who isnae' on the spectrum, fancied the tits, arse and everything either connectiing, in between and surrounding the three (I.e two tits and an arse, just like the Bliar-Brown(stuff) & mandelsonofawhore govt. only worth listening to, guff-less and a multiple megatonnage-sexier than the BM (see what I did there) govt. we had before Camerancid and gordon't brown stuff. Definitely megaton-sexy. And I'd have just loved to have been hit by her shockwave, blast and overpressure=D

And with that analogy, the other one I well miss is Nuke, the girl from ADD with one HELL of an astounding mind. No idea what she looks like but her mind alone is pretty fucking hawt. And if I remember correctly I THINK she said somewhere along the lines that she is aspie or HFA. Which can only serve to make her even more fanciable:D

Nuke was IMO one of the best ADD moderators we have ever had. I'd have loved to have met her for cold beer and to talk neuroscience and bio/biotech shop. she stepped down from her ADD mod position, anybody know if nuke is alright?

And someone mentioned me...thanks for the thought; but I am in no way departed, dearly or otherwise. Thing people should realize about me, if they didn't know, is that, of course; I'm autie, of the classic/Kanner's phenotype, and as such have all the native social instinct of a banana, and that is if we are being both generous and highly optimistic. I can force doing social in meatspace if there be a good reason to do it, and essentially run the code for the 'do_social.com' software intended for a windoze NT operating system and wetware. The wetware is obviously based upon a processor capable of running either OS, but the OS is totally different. Linux 'short bus' distro, running the 'Kanner's autie' desktop environment. And for 'do_social.com' on this OS/wetware to run, it has to be run via dosbox.

And when I've used 'em all up and am all out of social spoons, then I often go dark for a while, whilst I'd be online, I'd probably not be on social type forums unless asking the odd question when I specifically need to know something, I'd be posting only on those fora specifically connected to my interests, and here on BL, I'd, unless I see a question from someone that I can supply more than the likely to be available HR info, in which case I will give the knowledge I have to help the other poster, here on BL though it means ADD. And elsewhere, the chemistry, bio, physics forums I like. Those, rather than demand I hand over some social spoons, help me actually recharge the cutlery drawer; since of course, I'm one of those occasionally born folk that were destined from the neonate stage to be a bit of an odd duck, and to be, as, although I forget who first spoke the aphorism, to be more rich amongst the stinks and the toxic fumes (I paraphrase) than to have all the wealth in the king's palace.

This, was (paraphrased) from an alchymist in the days of alchemy speaking of how certain people are just drawn to it (scientific pursuits) and whilst they do want some earthly wealth and goods in order to live comfortably, they are happiest and most at home amongst their retorts and their still pots, condensers and flasks, the fumes, the heat of the furnaces, and all the various reagents used, tinkering away at their latest endeavors being tinkered with, about those who would prefer to have what they need for their laboratory than all the jewels and tapestries and a big throne, etc. servants, in quite literally, the king's palace. His sentiment, is quite startlingly precise in its similarity to me there. And as such, that sort of thing, or better yet, actually heading over to it and starting to fire up the electrolytic cells, etc. poke around with whatever is on my mind at the time, or one of the delights of greatest amplitude, is when I have a fair bit of savings, and get to go shopping, yes, usually for things I need specifically, but also in main to improve my general capabilities, equipment-wise, and just to go blowing lots of dosh on all the reagents I know I'll have lots of good uses for in many more projects to come, and of course, loads more glassware. Then the waiting for things to arrive, I confess, sometimes has me climbing up the walls like a crackhead waiting for his crack dealer to come with some more crack, but when things do, especially when much faster than expected, its like xmas come early. And there is always at least a few social spoons sent in the packets and parcels as a freebie=D (not to mention a free set of keck clips and two packets of really wide-range PH paper I wasn't expecting, came as a bonus gift, whilst I wait for a replacement PH digital test meter to replace one the pigs broke and one that had the glass electrode dissolved off of it and the plastic housing turned into slime:P

As for the accusations of racism, I will reply in more detail, but not right now, because something in meatspace has just resulted in some (quite deserved) blazing, livid, virulent black vitriolic berserkir fury, a hissing, spitting searing anger that decided the former post-seizure debate on whether to take a couple of nitrazepam tabs and ensured the result of the in-two-minds coin toss landed on the face of the coin with '5mg' written on it. So I don't really want that, especially with inhibitions lowered by benzos and opiates, to inadvertently snap the chains (this is way WAY beyond keeping it on a leash, sodding well tungsten chains are what be called for in this case. Someone, come business hours, is going to have a very, very bad day indeed. NOT a happy bunny. Fucking shit no. Right now I could cheerfully rip off someone's cock and ram it through one ear, through their brain and give the other earhole a boner, from the infuckingside.And replace the missing testicles, relocated up the owner's nostrils, with their eyes. And the eyeless eyesockets filled with melt-cast caustic potash. So those here, I do not wish this to spill over on, and if I refute in detail, my current incandescent, malignant wish to rip the whorespawn responsible limb from limb, after first breaking every single joint in their bodies with a hammer, and lastly, ripping teeth out with pliers. And yes, its irritating and undeserved as an accusation (racism), I hereby make a claim of refutation, but will back it up later. When I have calmed down some, and the fire reduced from plasma torch scale to a cigarette dimp. For I am not the kind of person who just takes whatever out whenever on whoever, whether or not they are the ones who genuinely deserve it, and I don't believe in letting it spill over to strip the flesh from the bones of someone else who has said something that is displeasing, when they have done that and that only, not being the guilty party for the more serious and deeply unpleasant level of rage ignited by the fucking inbred pieces of shite who DO deserve it.

To those who thought me gone, however. I am not. I'm not atypical of other spesh folk in that respect, we come, we go, we occasionally need to recharge our cutlery drawer after all the social spoons are in the wash.
 
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mm....that moggy helped a fair bit. As did getting the old man to assist temporarily financially and help me snipe-bid on a seller who has absolutely ZERO idea of the worth of an item, a quite unusual reaction vessel, and rxn vessels can go for hundreds of pounds, this is going for the price of an albeit somewhat extensive and gluttonous three course meal for one. Plus a new graham condenser, again worth an awful lot more than the price demanded for it. And lastly a borosilicate glass alembic/retort, of the old alchemical style.

I WILL have that reaction vessel. At any price, at the range its going for, I will pay what needs paying and it WILL be mine. Worth a couple of hundred quid at least IMO. Pretty oddball unusual style, seller even says they have not the foggiest what it is really beyond a description of appearance. I am not taking failure on this one. I prefer buy it nows usually, for reliability but this, and the Graham condenser will be added to LC's trove of treasure. This is one fucking almighty cunting great fuckmuffin of a hoolleeeeeyyy shiiiiiiitbox of a price to pay for it. And come what may, I shall have it, I've set my eyes and heart on it now, and damned if those watching are getting off with this! I'll certainly have the retort, and the graham condenser is a certainty also. So no matter what, consolation prizes so to speak. But I want first prize, wantwantwantwantdrolsobberwantdrooliwantwantitwantwantdesirecovetschemeplotschemedesirethefuckingHADES out of the particular item!

I don't care if I have to bid against the devil his own self for this piece, I damned well want the fucker!

This, even though it isn't yet in my hands being admired, is all the same, well lets just say that it has significantly improved my day, because I was in a mood so utterly foul that words cannot possibly describe it. Poisonous, seething, bubbling black rage is pretty appropriate however. I was NOT best pleased, to put it mildly in an extremity of excess. And the spoons were in the wash one and all. Definitely happier and my mood less virulently corrosive than before. Which isn't to say if my bank do kick off with me that they aren't going to cop less both barrels, but the main cannon on a T-52 tiger tank, before my running over whatever is left, reversing over the squished mess and then coming back down to grind the smashed up meat paste up with a handbrake turn. (do tanks HAVE handbrakes? not quite sure on that one:P)
 
zombywoof said:
Still miss Our wee iron pyrite F.G. and of course Sepher who was one of the nicest guys i have met on here
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Sepher and I were supposed to meet up. Instead, I met with his partner who was lovely. She was still struggling with so much guilt over his death and of course that was just an added layer to missing him. They had a complicated relationship but at least when I met her I knew that among all the shitty things that Neil had to deal with in his life, he had actually found a soulmate that loved him for who he was. He was truly an amazing human being--funny, witty, smart and humble. I really miss him, too. He would have been so livid to see Trump elected Maniac-in-Chief.
 
As regular posters this place was defo better with:

Warmrushes
All (110% safe dude - hope you're doing well)
Medi57
Duckracer
Felix something? (Tom??)
Glitterbizkit (& her sister, can't remember the ID)
Funkyalfonzo
Andythetwig

& Obvs

Inonziprowler & Evad - think about you guys all the time.

But increasingly, as one of the few people in my circle of friends still getting battered and not having kids and still frequenting drug/party forums, I wonder if I'm ever gonna grow up?

Probably not ;)

I did spend the past few days decorating, that makes me an adult right??? :-D
 
My omission of RainbowWarrior, MCbobE, mashedatronic is unforgivable.... But given the propensity for numerous IDs he's probably still around ;)
 
It is a terrible, terrible, and absolutely agonizing thing, to lose a soulmate.

I have done, many many years ago and it still aches something terrible. I don't even know how to describe how badly it hurts or the effect it has on a person. When love exists between a pair of true soulmates, it is so strong that it can be more deeply painful than any injury has the capacity to produce. And whilst some the nastier physical injuries might leave a person without a hand, arm, foot, leg, eyeball or destroy some internal organs, it is NOTHING compared to when the essence of a man and a woman become entangled and union takes place. Tear such a couple apart and the damage done cannot be healed save only by reunion of the two halves of the person, after the starting halves of the whole them have taken each other...I cannot adequately describe what we had together, my former fiancee (I've been engaged twice as I have told in EADD before) and here I speak of the younger lass of the two, and now since The Great Loss, it has been almost 115 years and I STILL feel this same splitting, searing and tearing sensation within, it hasn't lessened, it has got not the slightest bit easier, and if anything it rips and tears more viciously and more painfully and ever deeper as more time drags excruiatingly on. Love like that, it is emotional thermite, in that you do not PUT it out, the only thing to do for the firefighter is to ring the blaze with sand and then wait, wait for the charge to run out of materials, or else to hit it with such force as to physically disperse it to the four winds, But to that to a symbiotic organism like the two halves of a soulmate made one, there can be few crimes fouler and more vile, base and abhorrent. Being half a person is a truly awful, awful and terrible thing.
 
Hang on...

MrGeezer
DrSeuss
Titiana (sp??)
Johnboy
Nursey

I've probably still missed some proper sound people.
 
Limpet_Chicken said:
It is a terrible, terrible, and absolutely agonizing thing, to lose a soulmate.

I have done, many many years ago and it still aches something terrible. I don't even know how to describe how badly it hurts or the effect it has on a person. When love exists between a pair of true soulmates, it is so strong that it can be more deeply painful than any injury has the capacity to produce. And whilst some the nastier physical injuries might leave a person without a hand, arm, foot, leg, eyeball or destroy some internal organs, it is NOTHING compared to when the essence of a man and a woman become entangled and union takes place. Tear such a couple apart and the damage done cannot be healed save only by reunion of the two halves of the person, after the starting halves of the whole them have taken each other...I cannot adequately describe what we had together, my former fiancee (I've been engaged twice as I have told in EADD before) and here I speak of the younger lass of the two, and now since The Great Loss, it has been almost 115 years and I STILL feel this same splitting, searing and tearing sensation within, it hasn't lessened, it has got not the slightest bit easier, and if anything it rips and tears more viciously and more painfully and ever deeper as more time drags excruiatingly on. Love like that, it is emotional thermite, in that you do not PUT it out, the only thing to do for the firefighter is to ring the blaze with sand and then wait, wait for the charge to run out of materials, or else to hit it with such force as to physically disperse it to the four winds, But to that to a symbiotic organism like the two halves of a soulmate made one, there can be few crimes fouler and more vile, base and abhorrent. Being half a person is a truly awful, awful and terrible thing.
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I am sorry for your loss, Limpet. Your description of the ongoing grief matches my experience with it (son of my body and soul, not partner/soulmate).
 
Mentes said:
As regular posters this place was defo better with:

Warmrushes
All (110% safe dude - hope you're doing well)
Medi57
Duckracer
Felix something? (Tom??)
Glitterbizkit (& her sister, can't remember the ID)
Funkyalfonzo
Andythetwig

& Obvs

Inonziprowler & Evad - think about you guys all the time.

But increasingly, as one of the few people in my circle of friends still getting battered and not having kids and still frequenting drug/party forums, I wonder if I'm ever gonna grow up?

Probably not ;)

I did spend the past few days decoratingg that makes me an adult right??? :-D
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Would you be mental-tessy?

Warm rushes was doing alright last I saw. Living down Brighton. Think he's at uni (or was).
 
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https://youtu.be/RHQagJU16Rw



This just came on youtube in the stuff I am listening to, heard it for the first time. And christ, its almost bringing tears to my eyes.

Anathema-a natural disaster. It resonates so fucking powerfully, its...jesus H man, jesus fucking damn well fuckitall to godding shit fuck.

It is haunting, yet very beatiful. Makes me think of the times that me an cazzie, for that was the name of my sweetest, the other half of my body and soul. Never gave a shit about her age, or even the fact that I could have done serious jail time. For her and her and damn..you know...I still would, even at 30. Nobody else of her age, I wouldn't even think of doing it. But cazzie...yes. twice her age and a year going on two. But I'd give anything, near enough, the lab is the only thing I couldn't give up. But anything...christ...EVERYTHING else, I'd give up in a femtosecond, for the chance to be her property again; for that is what I was. I was hers, everything about me was under her absolute ownership. Not usually my style at all, but caz would have simply to say 'walk' and walk I would do until either she said cease, or I dropped from physical exhaustion or heat stroke. she never, never once abused the privilege of having the absolute sole divine right to do with me as she pleased.

I miss so terribly the way she'd shout my name at the top of her lungs, always wording it 'HIIIIII ABCDEFG' and CHARGE up into me, as I would shout her name as loudly, never mind being on crowded streets we would howl each other's names to the four winds, and we would fucking leg it at top whack until we'd hit each other and bounce back from the force of the recoil. And then we'd wrap each other's arms around ourself. And it was not 'my love' it was 'our love' or 'I' when speaking of the halves that made up one of me-her. or in this half especially, nonstandard verbal constructs such as 'we am' 'it are' and others I can't quite recall. And it was a shit circumstace and whilst understandable; so much regrettable decisons made too fast, without sufficient time taken over them. Plus as they say, you don't know what you've got until its gone.
 
Mentes said:
Hang on...

MrGeezer
DrSeuss
Titiana (sp??)
Johnboy
Nursey

I've probably still missed some proper sound people.
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I remember those guys fondly, also met Johnboy at that same BL meet I mentioned before. We did ketamine together whilst listening to the director of the zeitgeist movies talk nonsense for a few hours. Which then turned into a drum circle :D

ah member-berries.

Anyone remember harry@piekerna?
 
Bella Figura said:
I remember those guys fondly, also met Johnboy at that same BL meet I mentioned before. We did ketamine together whilst listening to the director of the zeitgeist movies talk nonsense for a few hours. Which then turned into a drum circle :D

ah member-berries.

Anyone remember harry@piekerna?
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Yup!!

I still owe Harry a load of pringles!

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add Proto to the list too.
 
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