Post by NeoLibertarianPost by kachinaPost by kachinaPost by NeoLibertarianPost by kachinaPost by Veronica KarlssonPost by NeolibertarianClimate denial 'astroturfers' should stop hiding behind
pseudonyms online
This is Usenet. If you don't use a pseudonym, you're an reckless idiot.
*considers changing name to "an reckless idiot"*
Post by NeolibertarianTo stop oil, coal and electricity companies inserting their
views into the media by stealth, we need to make blog
commenters accountable
Live within walking/bicycling distance from work.
OK
Post by NeolibertarianWork only during daylight hours.
Oh! That would be nice! (well, during the winter anyway)
Post by NeolibertarianMake a hard, fast habit of turning into bed a dusk and awaking at dawn.
But, I wouldn't get any sleep at all for months. That wouldn't
be healthy.
Post by NeolibertarianDon't own an air conditioner or a refrigerator or a tv or a
furnace or a computer. Don't work anywhere that utilizes any
of those devices.
Hmmmm... I have a fridge... and a computer...
Post by NeolibertarianDon't eat canned foods. Or frozen foods. Or meat. Fish is
okay, as long as you catch it yourself.
*takes bite from yummy ham sandwich*
Post by NeolibertarianIn other words, adopt the lifestyle of the Amish.
Hmmm...
been there, done that, had to make the t-shirt too. for about 6
years, including the time that i was attending college, i lived
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Post by kachinaPost by kachinaPost by NeoLibertarianng
Post by kachinawater, no transportation [others drove me], no phone, no tv,
cooked and heated with a wood-burning stove, hunted most of my
meat, grew most of my vegetables, canned them open-kettle on that
woodburner, juiced fruit to can jelly for the winter using apples
for pectin, made my own booze, etc. the meat that i didn't catch
myself i got from other people who would give me the meat in
trade for skinning their game, they were selling skins.
A proto-capitalist!
Post by kachinai typed my papers on an old typewriter, used an oil lamp for
light, and used the computers at the college as needed. i spun
wool on a spinning wheel to knit things that i needed.
You are so lucky. If only I had had oil for a lamp or a spinning
wheel when /I/ was in school!
And what I wouldn't have given for an old Smith-Corona! I had to
write all my college papers by hand, but I had to make it LOOK
like they were done with a typewriter (the professors wouldn't
accept them unless they thought they'd been typed). I had to forge
the Courier Typeface with a black ball-point pen, printing in a
perfectly straight line, evenly spacing all the letters. By
candlelight. On paper towel rolls I'd stolen from the local Shell
Station's restroom. I had to bleach the roll and then cut it up
into 8 1/2" by 11" sheets. It must have been so EASY just to type
your papers on a typewriter with pre- made typewriter paper!
Kids today have it so easy.
You must be from a rich family or something.
Post by kachinai am very fond of electricity. i do have to mention that cooking
on a ceramic-top stove is very similar to cooking on a
wood-burner, in a good way.
Except you have to miss out on the chopping, of course. Which was
always my favorite part.
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Neolibertarian
are you a troll?
i always find it interesting when someone's response to someone
else's story is mockery, instead of questions or comments or
comparisons.
Me too. Which is why I'd never mock anyone on purpose.
After all, I'm not from Yorkshire.
Post by kachinaveronica or kali or rhonda might be interested in why i did this, or
have questions of some sort. smee or pandora or checkmate might have
done similar things in their lives. sneezy would have something worth
saying. even gweggy might have insight into my reasons, although he
would be wrong of course.
you, however, take a snarky mocking tone and try to get a laugh out
of it.
Moi? I took a snarky, mocking tone? You seem to be implying that I
made up the story about printing my college papers out by hand so that
they looked like they were typed on a typewriter.
http://youtu.be/Xe1a1wHxTyo
:-)
You see, I'm a stranger around here. I don't know anything at all
about you or "kali" or "rhonda" or "pandora" or "checkmate" or "smee"
or "sneezy" or even "qeggy."
Post by kachinait really says more about you than you probably meant to say.
Beyond a doubt.
Post by kachinabtw, i also had to walk to school 5 miles, uphill, both ways. ;)
Oh you were so lucky it was only 5 miles and uphill!
When our house burned down, I was still in grade school. We had to
move onto some vacant land on the other side of a toxic landfill and
lived in a hut made out of scavenged materials. With Dad dead, Mom had
to work in the mill 16 hours a day, so she left me in charge of
feeding and taking care of my 9 younger brothers and sisters. Mom had
to go to work before dawn, so when I got up, the first thing I had to
do was carry my infant brother and sister to the Day Care--seven miles
through the landfill and on the other side of town. When I finally got
back home, I had to wake everyone else and fix them all breakfast.
Since Mom was a Methamphetamine addict, she spent all the money she
made--so we usually didn't have much food in the house. Our morning
meal usually consisted of some fried turnips that I'd raised in my
garden out in the landfill. After breakfast, we all walked the 16
miles to our school.
Did I mention that I was born without a right leg?
Anyway, I always got to school about 20 minutes late, so I had to
serve detention every day after school. Then, after I carried my
brother and sister back home from Day Care, I went to my after-school
job digging graves. The cemetery where I worked was actually an old
granite quarry, so digging a grave usually took about 12 hours with
picks and shovels. Of course the mortician wouldn't hear of allowing
me to use what he called "devil's tools," so he insisted I dig the
graves with just my hands.
When I finally got back home, it was always about dawn. I'd slink into
bed and sigh just before the alarm rang. I then had to take my brother
and sister to the Day Care again.
But at least this was nothing next to what I had to do on the
weekends.
Just don't ask me about the weekends!
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Neolibertarian
you had weekends? when i was growing up every day was a monday.