Merry Christmas by THGRRI

HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY

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Friday, December 4, 2015 6:12 PM

Ok, I just knocked over the fridge and punched all the cabinets.

Was there subliminal messaging in there?? And could you broadwave trigger me in about 21 more days?? I got some in-laws that've had something coming for YEARS...

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Friday, December 4, 2015 9:09 PM

Wow, such negativity. It's only a Happy Holidays message. So, channeling Scrooges nephew I say again ladies, I hope you both have a great Christmas.

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Saturday, December 5, 2015 12:41 AM

Here's the thing, the thing that is always obnoxious about Christians...

You walk into a room, that is full of many different walks of life and shout "Merry Christmas"... well, that's a bit like saying "My peeps- be happy- but piss on the rest of you"

Or even worse "My peeeps- be happy, because THEY are the only ones that has a happiness that matters"

Somehow, once you people learn you actually AREN'T the center of this planet, and learn to say "Merry Christmas to the Christians and Have a nice season for everyone else" maybe you won't get so much flack.

Because you show respect for the whole room, and we will show respect BACK.

Oh, and calling people who don't follow YOUR brand of religion (or blind love for a holiday that's killing the planet and just plain annoying or abject materialism to the rest of us) "Scrooges" or "Grinches" just shows how little you respect others as well. Demonizing people who are different is just IGNORANT.

But then, Christians have built a way of life on demonizing others...

Which, somehow...I don't get. Jesus wasn't like that, so it must be the people......

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Saturday, December 5, 2015 10:21 PM

People assume I am saying merry Christmas as something religious. I am not. It is the holidays and once being catholic Christmas is what I go with. If someone is Jewish or of another faith let them chime in.

If you do not wish to partake in spreading seasons greetings to your fellow browncoats no problem. There is no law saying you must. There is also no reason to go off half baked.

P.S. G...I have a radio station I listen to that goes strictly Christmas music right before thanksgiving and stays that way till after Christmas. I change it out with anything to avoid pushing that button and having to hear that.

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Saturday, December 5, 2015 11:56 PM

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Originally posted by THGRRI:
People assume I am saying merry Christmas as something religious.

If you do not wish to partake in spreading seasons greetings to your fellow browncoats no problem. There is no law saying you must. There is also no reason to go off half baked.

Oh, now that's just denial...CHRISTmas/CHRISTian... It's IN THE WORD.
It IS religious and it's "in your face" every damn year...It's forced on us in music and on TV in schools and the Radio and Christians KNOW they drive people nuts with it. YOU EVEN DRIVE CHRISTIANS NUTS WITH IT.

One big season long exercise in BRAINWASHING NONSENSE.

Now, have a lovely winter season...

but SCREW CHRISTMAS...

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Sunday, December 6, 2015 12:32 AM

ECGORDON

There's no place I can be since I found Serenity.

There's always Festivus for the rest of us.

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Sunday, December 6, 2015 1:49 AM

It's WINTER. It's supposed to be a bad time. It's cold, we're always sick, and my arthritis SUCKS....

None-the-less, I always hope things get better for you Brenda, no matter the season...

Hang in there.

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Sunday, December 6, 2015 9:17 AM

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Originally posted by Wishimay:
It's WINTER. It's supposed to be a bad time. It's cold, we're always sick, and my arthritis SUCKS....

None-the-less, I always hope things get better for you Brenda, no matter the season...

Hang in there.

This is Water

David Foster Walace

There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys, how's the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”

If at this moment, you're worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise old fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don't be. I am not the wise old fish. The immediate point of the fish story is that the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are the hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude — but the fact is that, in the day-to-day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have life-or-death importance. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense.

A huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. Here's one example of the utter wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely talk about this sort of natural, basic selfcenteredness, because it's so socially repulsive, but it's pretty much the same for all of us, deep down. It is our default-setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: There is no experience you've had that you were not at the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is right there in front of you, or behind you, to the left or right of you, on your TV, or your monitor, or whatever. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real — you get the idea. But please don't worry that I'm getting ready to preach to you about compassion or other-directedness or the so-called “virtues.” This is not a matter of virtue — it's a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default-setting, which is to be deeply and literally self-centered, and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self.

People who can adjust their natural default-setting this way are often described as being “well adjusted,” which I suggest to you is not an accidental term.

Given the triumphal academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default-setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about college education, at least in my own case, is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract arguments inside my head instead of simply paying attention to what's going on right in front of me. Paying attention to what's going on inside me. As I'm sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head. Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal-arts cliché about “teaching you how to think” is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: “Learning how to think” really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about “the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master.” This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in the head. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger. And I submit that this is what the real, no-bull- value of your liberal-arts education is supposed to be about: How to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default-setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone, day in and day out.

That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. So let's get concrete.
The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what
“day in, day out” really means. There happen to be whole large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I'm talking about.

By way of example, let's say it's an average day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging job, and you work hard for nine or ten hours, and at the end of the day you're tired, and you're stressed out, and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe unwind for a couple of hours and then hit the rack early because you have to get up the next day and do it all again. But then you remember there's no food at home — you haven't had time to shop this week, because of your challenging job — and so now after work you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the workday, and the traffic's very bad, so getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping, and the store's hideously, fluorescently lit, and infused with soul-killing Muzak or corporate pop, and it's pretty much the last place you want to be, but you can't just get in and quickly out: You have to wander all over the huge, overlit store's crowded aisles to find the stuff you want, and you have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts, and of course there are also the glacially slow old people and the spacey people and the ADHD kids who all block the aisle and you have to grit your teeth and try to be polite as you ask them to let you by, and eventually, finally, you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren't enough checkout lanes open even though it's the end-of-the-day-rush, so the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating, but you can't take your fury out on the frantic lady working the register.

Anyway, you finally get to the checkout line's front, and pay for your food, and wait to get your check or card authenticated by a machine, and then get told to “Have a nice day” in a voice that is the absolute voice of death, and then you have to take your creepy flimsy plastic bags of groceries in your cart through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and try to load the bags in your car in such a way that everything doesn't fall out of the bags and roll around in the trunk on the way home, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive rush-hour traffic, etcetera, etcetera.

The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing comes in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm going to be pissed and miserable every time I have to food-shop, because my natural default-setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me, about my hungriness and my fatigue and my desire to just get home, and it's going to seem, for all the world, like everybody else is just in my way, and who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem here in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line, and look at how deeply unfair this is: I've worked really hard all day and I'm starved and tired and I can't even get home to eat and unwind because of all these stupid god-damn people.

Or, of course, if I'm in a more socially conscious form of my default-setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic jam being angry and disgusted at all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV's and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks burning their wasteful, selfish, forty-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers, who are usually talking on cell phones as they cut people off in order to get just twenty stupid feet ahead in a traffic jam, and I can think about how our children's children will despise us for wasting all the future's fuel and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and disgusting we all are, and how it all just sucks, and so on and so forth...

Look, if I choose to think this way, fine, lots of us do — except that thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic it doesn't have to be a choice. Thinking this way is my natural default-setting. It's the automatic, unconscious way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I'm operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the center of the world and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world's priorities. The thing is that there are obviously different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stuck and idling in my way: It's not impossible that some of these people in SUV's have been in horrible auto accidents in the past and now find driving so traumatic that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive; or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he's trying to rush to the hospital, and he's in a way bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am — it is actually I who am in his way. Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket's checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have much harder, more tedious or painful lives than I do, overall.

Again, please don't think that I'm giving you moral advice, or that I'm saying you're “supposed to” think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it, because it's hard, it takes will and mental effort, and if you're like me, some days you won't be able to do it, or you just flatout won't want to. But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-madelady who just screamed at her little child in the checkout line — maybe she's not usually like this; maybe she's been up three straight nights holding the hand of her husband who's dying of bone cancer, or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the Motor Vehicles Dept. who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a nightmarish red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible — it just depends on what you want to consider. If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is and who and what is really important — if you want to operate on your default-setting — then you, like me, will not consider possibilities that aren't pointless and annoying. But if you've really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will know you have other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, loud, slow, consumer-hell-type situation as not only meaningful but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars — compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things. Not that that mystical stuff's necessarily true: The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're going to try to see it. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship...

Because here's something else that's true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default-settings. They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default-setting, the “rat race” — the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.
I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational. What it is, so far as I can see, is the truth with a whole lot of rhetorical bullshit pared away. Obviously, you can think of it whatever you wish. But please don't dismiss it as some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this is about morality, or religion, or dogma, or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life before death. It is about making it to 30, or maybe 50, without wanting to shoot yourself in the head. It is about simple awareness — awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep reminding ourselves, over and over: “This is water, this is water.”

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

David Foster Walace eventually committed suicide which makes his message all the more important.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015 12:18 PM

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015 2:59 PM

This is more interesting...

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015 6:54 PM

Yes Wishie it is. LOL

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016 11:55 AM

HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016 3:03 PM

Here, hubbs has had this stuck in his subconscious for the last six months...Now I don't have to be the only one to suffer...

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Wednesday, December 7, 2016 11:23 AM

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Am ignoring the video Wishi.

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Sunday, December 11, 2016 8:02 AM

America loves a winner!

Scanned thread to see if already posted ( nope )

FUNNY stuff, Wish!

Now, I'll leave this here...

Merry Christmas, every one !

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Sunday, December 11, 2016 10:28 AM

Well, that's a shirt I can get behind...

Please Buddha, make me a spaceship so I can get the hell out of here for the entire month of December...

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Sunday, December 11, 2016 9:39 PM

America loves a winner!

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Well, that's a shirt I can get behind...

Sweater ! It's a Christmas SWEATER ! Sheesh!

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Please Buddha, make me a spaceship so I can get the hell out of here for the entire month of December...

Why ? The good part is just about here !

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Sunday, December 11, 2016 11:59 PM

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Why ? The good part is just about here !

Oh, you mean the next season of Sherlock? It doesn't start until New Years Day, so I'll be back by then.

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Monday, December 12, 2016 6:04 AM

America loves a winner!

Rouge 1 , maybe ? And isn't there a Dr. Who Christmas Special or something? Oh, and for anyone w/ Amazon Prime, The Man in the High Castle season 2 drops later this week too !!

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Monday, December 12, 2016 9:33 PM

America loves a winner!

Gorram update -

Originally was expecting a Dec. 15 arrival. ( bad) Then was told Dec 14th.( yes!) Now am seeing a Dec 13th delivery !!!!

SHINY!

*** UPDATE AGAIN ***

My Serenity sweater arrived ! It's awesome !!!

Fathom the hypocrisy of a government that requires every citizen to prove they are insured... but not everyone must prove they are a citizen

I'm just a red pill guy in a room full of blue pill addicts.

" AU, that was great, LOL!! " - Chrisisall

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Tuesday, December 13, 2016 5:45 PM

BROWNCOAT1

May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.

Merry Christmas and a Happy Yule Browncoats. Hope everyone is shiny and still flyin'.

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