Token wrote:Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any direction. Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet to come over and party. When they leave, follow them back to their homes, drink all their booze, and break things.
Pay an escort of your affectional preference subset to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a lover back home at the end of the night.
Stack all your fans in one corner of the living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.
Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.
Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away. Drain all the water from the toilet. Only flush it every 3 days. Hide all the toilet paper.
Set your house thermostat so itâ€™s 50 degrees for the first hour of sleep and 100 degrees the rest of the night.
Before eating any food, drop it in a sandbox and lick a battery.
Mail $300 to the Reno casino of your choice.
Make a list of all the things youâ€™ll do different next year. Never look at it.
Search alleys untill you find a couch so unbelievably tacky and nasty filthy that a state college frat house wouldnâ€™t want it. Take a nap on the couch and sleep like you are king of the world.
Shop at Wal-mart, Cost-Co, and Home Depot until your car is completely packed with stuff. Tell everyone that youâ€™re going to a "Leave-No-Trace" event. Empty your car into a dumpster.
Spend thousands of dollars and several months of your life building a deeply personal art work. Hide it in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Hire people to come by and alternate saying "I love it" and "this sucks balls". Blow it up.
Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Donâ€™t go to a doctor.
Walk around your neighborhood and knock on doors until someone offers you cocktails and dinner.
Lean back in a chair until that point where youâ€™re just about to fall over, but you catch yourself at the last moment. Hold that position for 9 hours.
Donâ€™t sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop of drumâ€™n'bass until the embers are cold.
Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if youâ€™re hallucinating. Lust after Bugs Bunny.
Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect, most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it.
Read "Dhalgren" by Samuel R. Delany. Read "The City Not Long After" by Pat Murphy. Cut off the bindings, throw all the pages up in the air, and shuffle them back together. Reread "The City After Dhalgren" by Samuel Murphy. Burn it. Read the ashes.
Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or until you think you are going to scream. Scream. Realize youâ€™ll love the music for the rest of your life.
Bust your ass for a "community." See all the attention get focused on the drama queen crybaby.
Get so drunk you canâ€™t recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours.
Tell your boss you arenâ€™t coming to work this week but he should "gift" you a paycheck anyway. When he refuses accuse him of not loving the "community".
Ask your most annoying neighbor to interrupt your fun several times a day with third hand gossip about every horrible thing thatâ€™s happened in the last 24 hours. Have them wear khaki.
Token wrote:Read "Dhalgren" by Samuel R. Delany. Read "The City Not Long After" by Pat Murphy. Cut off the bindings, throw all the pages up in the air, and shuffle them back together. Reread "The City After Dhalgren" by Samuel Murphy. Burn it. Read the ashes.
drucake wrote:i really hope to go next year. im really interested in what the theme will be for 2012. that should be interesting. hmmmm. im sure the over all vibe will be different for that year. any thoughts on that?
C.f.M. wrote:I haven't given up entirely, but I'm pretty much not going except for some sort of Hollywood story arc plot save.
http://playabound.wordpress.com/2010/06 ... strangers/
I get really snotty and such if I go every yearâ€¦â€¦â€¦.If I go 2 years in a row I end up doing stuff like stopping busses that have been made to look like boats with bands on them and yelling at them to get a fucking original ideaâ€¦â€¦.things like thatâ€¦â€¦itâ€™s not pretty.
trystanthegypsy wrote:C.f.M. wrote:I haven't given up entirely, but I'm pretty much not going except for some sort of Hollywood story arc plot save.
http://playabound.wordpress.com/2010/06 ... strangers/
1. Buy crappiest running car you can find. Put on puppy dog face. Do this near the end of the month when people need rent money.
2. Drive to burning man. Don't worry about buying any new stuff.
3. Pick up hitchikers. Fleece them for gas money.
4. Have awesome time.
5. Drive home with rich guy/girl you met on playa who will pay for all your gas money. (This kinda happened to me last year. it's a longer story than that, well my orignal car-mate ditched me to go to California, still paid her half so I would drive her stuff back, then I found another rider who paid her half. Which made my half = zero.)
6. Sell crappy car right after welfare check day. Shine it up a little. If you get a good enough deal in the first place, you could even put a little more money into it and flip it for...
Alternatively, go on one of those sugar daddy websites, put up a couple "tight dress" pictures, and collect funds. Whee!
Fire_Moose wrote:2 Words....Web Cam.
Personality means nothing.
misfit wrote:bounce, ive been to paradise. not really paradise is it. ?. but down the road is chico state.
Bounce530 wrote:misfit wrote:bounce, ive been to paradise. not really paradise is it. ?. but down the road is chico state. :twisted:
It's hardly what its name implies...unless you're a bay area transplant who doesn't want any kind of social life, or decent job. 7 stop lights, hills, trees, churches and retirees, that's Paradise, Ca in a nutshell. But yes, Chico is just a quick hop down the hill, and boy do I love Chico in the summer time! :twisted: and the Sierra Nevada brewery.
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