VazScep wrote:Fire-alarm went off the other day at 10.30am, and it wasn't a drill. So I do what I normally do, and go find a pub to ride it out.

Most pubs don't open at that time, except one notoriously rough one close-by. I went in all the same. It was early enough that I didn't expect trouble, but even so, the atmosphere was pretty bad. A combination of alcoholics and night-shift I guess.

Before my pint was in my hand, a randomer was demonstrating a Tibetan spinning rite that he said would allow me to live forever since it makes the electrons in the brain spin round their nuclei faster. He also explained that he had learned from a shaman how to metamorph into anything, but wouldn't demonstrate in the pub because of the CCTV. We then got on to the tumours that he'd had in his brain for twelve years, the new-world order, Charka eyes, and so on.

I'm a polite guy in real life, and have some personal experience with mental problems, and was nodding through most of this. The metamorphing stuff I nearly burst out laughing at, and when he mentioned his cybernetic implant, I was having to make a seriously controlled effort to contain myself. Somehow, I calmly responded to his statement "the implant makes me have dark thoughts" with "well, could that just be the tumours?"

I've no fucking idea what to do in that situation, and would welcome any suggestions. I've an application to volunteer at the local Crisis centre, hoping that I can get some advice from people with professional experience so I don't feel so helpless talking to people with mental issues.

VazScep wrote:We then got on to the tumours that he'd had in his brain for twelve years

VazScep wrote:Fire-alarm went off the other day at 10.30am, and it wasn't a drill. So I do what I normally do, and go find a pub to ride it out.

Most pubs don't open at that time, except one notoriously rough one close-by. I went in all the same. It was early enough that I didn't expect trouble, but even so, the atmosphere was pretty bad. A combination of alcoholics and night-shift I guess.

Before my pint was in my hand, a randomer was demonstrating a Tibetan spinning rite that he said would allow me to live forever since it makes the electrons in the brain spin round their nuclei faster. He also explained that he had learned from a shaman how to metamorph into anything, but wouldn't demonstrate in the pub because of the CCTV. We then got on to the tumours that he'd had in his brain for twelve years, the new-world order, Charka eyes, and so on.

I'm a polite guy in real life, and have some personal experience with mental problems, and was nodding through most of this. The metamorphing stuff I nearly burst out laughing at, and when he mentioned his cybernetic implant, I was having to make a seriously controlled effort to contain myself. Somehow, I calmly responded to his statement "the implant makes me have dark thoughts" with "well, could that just be the tumours?"

I've no fucking idea what to do in that situation, and would welcome any suggestions. I've an application to volunteer at the local Crisis centre, hoping that I can get some advice from people with professional experience so I don't feel so helpless talking to people with mental issues.

Fallible wrote:Ah. Since you're here, Jennifer and talking about films, Magic Magic.

Calilasseia wrote:Well I don't bother addressing canard-riddled output for the benefit of the generator thereof, because all too often, generators of canard-riddled output swiftly reveal themselves to be immune to even elementary education. I address said output in the interests of discoursive diligence, namely, ensuring that others encountering said output are suitably warned about the nature of the material they are facing.

However, even I have limits in this regard. And I speak here as someone who recently devoted the best part of a megabyte of text to the dismantling of a creationist's absurdites and fabrications. When confronted with output that bears all the hallmarks of clinically significant mental derangement, I conclude that I cannot offer a solution, and call for medical professionals to intervene.

Spinozasgalt wrote:Is this that Pontypool speech? The one from the beginning of the film?

BlackBart wrote:So he couldn't metamorphosize into himself without brain tumours then?

felltoearth wrote:

Spinozasgalt wrote:Is this that Pontypool speech? The one from the beginning of the film?

OMG I just drove through Pontypool yesterday with my brother and he told me about that film.

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Spinozasgalt wrote:

felltoearth wrote:

Spinozasgalt wrote:Is this that Pontypool speech? The one from the beginning of the film?

OMG I just drove through Pontypool yesterday with my brother and he told me about that film.

Parlons en français afin d' être sûr. Nous ne voulons pas de transmettre le virus. La vache doit me toucher du jeudi. Google Translate est si utile.

The second stage of this temporary cure occurs here, you will be taken into a lucid dream state but it will be strange; have your lucid dreamer hands at the ready and create a shape in them that you can peer through; an example, the illuminati triangle made out of the fingers---when you have made a shape out of your hands, wait, and you will enter a dream within a dream. Since you're half awake, it will be in reality, perhaps the room your in, and appear more like an abstracted room. Remember the prior statement about the hands and the shape, with my example; when peering through the 'illuminati triangle', you may have any thought you want, and then you will be presented with a response to that thought, in dream form, where you may find philosophical or scientific answers about that thought; this is because the second dream state is the temporary cure for the word---it's required to have a sense of a wordless mind. You can do the hand trick multiple times, dreams within dreams within dreams, but you will eventually wake up under the pressure of one of the dreams.