Today is Friday, July 9th, 2010 and it is now 904AM here in Sagada, Mountain Province, Luzon, Philippines.
Note on Deletion: I had whipped out an entry and upon reading it found it replete with the worst spelling I have had in quite a long time. Getting to a PC late last night I began editing it and then said fuck it, just deleted it.
In that entry...and per the title, I questioned why I bother with BL. I began posting here about 10 years ago (this is the 4th version of my screename, which is my actual first name). When I changed EMails the BL server wouldn't let me continue as is, or if it would I didn't understand how.
I originally joined because I am quite active in Harm Reduction. Although I became an opiate/opioid addict through medical treatment (bullet through my jaw at age 17 then shrapnel 9 months later, bring on the morphine), I was very conscious as to issues faced by illicit addicts as soon as my prescription ran out. All the more so when I found out at age 25 (1992) that I had acquired HCV (Hep-C). Ironically, I caught it via an unsterilised IV in the field (from a medic) at age 17, even before the virus was discovered.
So I joined...When Phreex (I guess I should add RIP) lobbied for, and got "Other Drugs" added to the site I pretty much confined my posting there for quite some time.
Phreex resigned as OD Mod because he said he couldn't stomach the same elementary questions being recycled over and over, said he felt he should get "Use the Fucken Search Engine" tatooed across his forehead. Though I always declined to Mod I too felt the same way but much worse, saw it as either vaccuous banter with noone paying attention or else pseudo intellectual olympics, pissing contests.
I felt there wasn't much point in sustaining the considerable efffort I had made there. I found though, that I enjoyed other forums, particularly CE and P (Current Events and Politics).
Lately though, even that forum has begun to get on my nerves. I guess it merely mirrors real life, but people aren't interested in dialogue, only in 1 upmanship.
What used to give me pleasure? Running circles around Mods, not intellectualy (I am not that intelligent or very well educated), but in common sensical things.
For example...A Mod whose name shall go unmentioned gave me a "Warning," my 1st ever about a month ago. Why? A poster from Australia who has ridden me for a good year called me a "Baby killing scummy mother fucker." My response? "How's life on the sheep station? Relax, pop another shrimp on the barbie while you watch the box set of 'Crocodile Dundee'.":
This got me a warning So I PMd the Mod,"You and I both know you are full of shit. A poster calls me a 'baby killing mother fucker,' I respond by calling him a 'sheep farmer' and I get a warning? Kudos, you must be very proud."
No response but since then this same Mod has been poking me with his hard on (the imagery might make me vomit). It is stupid, juvenile shit like that that makes me question why I bother putting time in to such an endeavour.
The proper response to this would be, "You get out what you put in," so on and so forth but I just question the whole "wasted time" thing. For example, if I had 24 hours to live, how much of it would I spend on BL? Hahahaha.
More to the point, we should all spend more time doing things we truly value. Though, in fairness, in the bush, in Mindanao, BL is proper recreation. One can only "talk to the animals" but so much before going absolutely daft.
Now that I don't spend most of time on that island though...well anyway it will work itself out I am sure.
I am in Sagada, the cannabis capitol of this nation and home to some decent hash and hash oil. Hippe Heaven for this part of the world.
I will write more about it in a subsequent entry.
Note on Deletion: I had whipped out an entry and upon reading it found it replete with the worst spelling I have had in quite a long time. Getting to a PC late last night I began editing it and then said fuck it, just deleted it.
In that entry...and per the title, I questioned why I bother with BL. I began posting here about 10 years ago (this is the 4th version of my screename, which is my actual first name). When I changed EMails the BL server wouldn't let me continue as is, or if it would I didn't understand how.
I originally joined because I am quite active in Harm Reduction. Although I became an opiate/opioid addict through medical treatment (bullet through my jaw at age 17 then shrapnel 9 months later, bring on the morphine), I was very conscious as to issues faced by illicit addicts as soon as my prescription ran out. All the more so when I found out at age 25 (1992) that I had acquired HCV (Hep-C). Ironically, I caught it via an unsterilised IV in the field (from a medic) at age 17, even before the virus was discovered.
So I joined...When Phreex (I guess I should add RIP) lobbied for, and got "Other Drugs" added to the site I pretty much confined my posting there for quite some time.
Phreex resigned as OD Mod because he said he couldn't stomach the same elementary questions being recycled over and over, said he felt he should get "Use the Fucken Search Engine" tatooed across his forehead. Though I always declined to Mod I too felt the same way but much worse, saw it as either vaccuous banter with noone paying attention or else pseudo intellectual olympics, pissing contests.
I felt there wasn't much point in sustaining the considerable efffort I had made there. I found though, that I enjoyed other forums, particularly CE and P (Current Events and Politics).
Lately though, even that forum has begun to get on my nerves. I guess it merely mirrors real life, but people aren't interested in dialogue, only in 1 upmanship.
What used to give me pleasure? Running circles around Mods, not intellectualy (I am not that intelligent or very well educated), but in common sensical things.
For example...A Mod whose name shall go unmentioned gave me a "Warning," my 1st ever about a month ago. Why? A poster from Australia who has ridden me for a good year called me a "Baby killing scummy mother fucker." My response? "How's life on the sheep station? Relax, pop another shrimp on the barbie while you watch the box set of 'Crocodile Dundee'.":
This got me a warning So I PMd the Mod,"You and I both know you are full of shit. A poster calls me a 'baby killing mother fucker,' I respond by calling him a 'sheep farmer' and I get a warning? Kudos, you must be very proud."
No response but since then this same Mod has been poking me with his hard on (the imagery might make me vomit). It is stupid, juvenile shit like that that makes me question why I bother putting time in to such an endeavour.
The proper response to this would be, "You get out what you put in," so on and so forth but I just question the whole "wasted time" thing. For example, if I had 24 hours to live, how much of it would I spend on BL? Hahahaha.
More to the point, we should all spend more time doing things we truly value. Though, in fairness, in the bush, in Mindanao, BL is proper recreation. One can only "talk to the animals" but so much before going absolutely daft.
Now that I don't spend most of time on that island though...well anyway it will work itself out I am sure.
I am in Sagada, the cannabis capitol of this nation and home to some decent hash and hash oil. Hippe Heaven for this part of the world.
I will write more about it in a subsequent entry.