Hai Hai, happy LastFullz ‘09. WaterWolf hasn’t posted yet… maybe i fucked up by changing the old landing form so that it didn’t default tag posts as “May”… or perhaps my naming occlusion conventionalizing of the tab… or maybe he’s Ascended, or snowbound.
Maybe he WAS one of the MoonSalmon, ever think about that shit huh? Fucking minds blown, all.
Sprakenzee der mindblown Canadians, guess who’s back?

Back Again?

Why, none save mirrorMage and censorship veteran [suspd_username]Anutsayamrat, now known as [username]mythicshadowz:

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“tau baby
Once upon a time, there was everywhere and nowhere, everything and nothing, just pure consciousness experiencing being conscious. After an indeterminable amount of ‘time’, simply experiencing being conscious became a little monotonous, so consciousness decided it would be nice to have a conversation about being conscious. Consciousness divided itself in two, and although both parts were aware they were one, discussed the experience of being conscious. The conversation was captivating for a while but—inevitably—it became cyclic and dull. “Let’s play a game,” said one half, “Let’s pretend that being over there is more important than being over here.” So they did. They spent ‘time’ moving back and forth, despite already being everywhere and nowhere at once. The mental exercise, suspending disbelief and discussing whether or not they were where they were, was thrilling, for a ‘time’ but – as before – it became repetitive and predictable. “I know,” said the other, “Let’s pretend that if I get over there before you, I win.” So they did. They raced back and forth and took turns at winning, and they congratulated each other and the game was absorbing and interesting. ‘Time’ flew by. They divided and split and multiplied over and over, mitosis and cytokinesis, increasing the odds and making the race more and more exciting but, eventually, even that became a little dull. “Let’s make it so that if I win, I really win and if you lose it means I am better than you are.” The others smiled and said in unison, “That’s just silly, I AM you.” They laughed for an eternity, then, “Okay, let’s pretend that if you lose, you forget that you are me.” And so the game took a fascinating turn and we have been playing it ever since. When you finally remember who you are—when you know that we are all one—this game ends and we can begin a new adventure.”

-Anut, 12-30-2009

Love it when not planning comes together.

Since Mild_7 = fail on renewing his domain, the ol’ Constitutionalists’ Warroom finnally died in all mirrors, Geocities having died the month prior. So i put the OCCoUSSEL on a G00gGroup.



The ¡Only Complete!™
Compendium Of
US Electoral Laws By State

Here’s a little thang that i’m totally into that will no doubt lead to me becoming DeepThroated Soon on account of the popularity of my views combining so seamlessly with my easy-to-digest video editing ouvreflavour-has.

Talkin’ ’bout Climate Poisoning Futures Optioning and Risk Mitigation Management Funds Hedging, y’all.

Capital City, Everywhere

Some linkage, notes and primary sources, all gathered up into two (2) easy clicks:
9 megz of PDFs souces on climate and carbon futures

Links and notes for carbon market meditations

Fuck yeah; commodify that irresponsibility, WhiteFolks! Yes! Such a good idea, we made it a law!

Capital Combinography

T00L to see us away. Have a delightful, dangerous, cathartic and enjoyable NewYears’, and fucking call me or email or w/e if you know of a party and/or wanna blow some shit up with me. Like pulling teeth, i tellz ya.