ilx posts with striking imagery

龜, it rly sucks to have to break this to you, but when you become Truly Adult, you discover the deliciousness of olives, in this moment simultaneously discovering the error of yr ways, but also, tragically, once you have reached this enlightened stage of True Adulthood, it is only olives that are enjoyable, the rest of your life as sour & chewy as you once found olives. you shd either try to appreciate olives, now, in advance of them being yr only membrane to feeling, or else try to die young, blessedly ignorant, unbaptized.

― schlump, Thursday, June 2, 2016 12:56 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

fine we'll post this too

hey, i'm a big Aimless fan

i just found it funny that his writing tips are 'keep it brief and conversational' when his posts read like they're dusted off and read from atop a cliff. but i love reading that shit. one of my favourite ILB posters

paternal but patronizing

lol c'mon mordy

fatherly, but also fatherly

different roots i thought - pater + patron

i lost my aimless alergy some time last year *shrug*

classical Latin patrōnus protector and defender … < patr- , pater father (see pater n.2) + -ōnus , suffix forming nouns

anyway basically I'm just etymologically clowning, what is this thread about

the whole i love books sci fi 'recommendation' thread he did was a classic troll

Psst. I believe his posting recommendation was satirical, recommending the kind of simplistic posting he looks down about and would never stoop so low as to write, not even in order to conquer.

In general I like his posts a lot, but every once in a while he gets into that bag of one pot on the spectrum calling the other kettles on the spectrum black, and that SF thread troll was a classic example of this.

About = upon

guess he trolled me good then cuz that thread really pissed me off

he sure did!

Well what do you expect when you like to read such a poorly written genre with no sense of joie de vivre?

lol

i didn't care cuz i will talk about sci-fi anywhere. and i got to blab about van vogt on there.

lol

xp

To be honest, I think his initial impulse was to reach out and not to troll, but he quickly felt uneasy and had to get back into his comfort zone as a defender of the faith of civilization against the barbarians at the gateway.

it was a good thread tbf, i got to read good writers on stuff i'll never actually seek out, one of the primary joys of ilx 4 me

what happened to chris p.? wasn't he aimless before aimless on ilb? i even made him a moderator.

chris p left a long time ago i think, someone once told me he thought of ilx as a 'hive of assholes' and that phrase has been stuck in my head ever since. thanks chris p.!

Chris P. went to grad school in Canada, became a medievalist if not a full-blown academic and runs a groovy imprint that puts out lots of interesting books. You can find him on FB if you want.

He's FB friends with plenty of past and present ILX0rs, so he couldn't have been down on everybody. Plenty of these are also your FB friends, skot. I saw him last Halloween, well the night before Halloween, when he was home to give out candy at his mother's house.

yeah, found him on FB. i was never exactly sure how he felt about me though...maybe i was one of the asshole hive...

this place woud be an apiary

In fact when I saw Chris I even discussed that SF thread with him. He told me that he had only recently finished John's Scalzi's Old Man's War and that he didn't read it for the prose style but for the weird ideas. Sorry but your name did not come up, Skot.

this place woud be an apiary

Actually I remember one more thing. Chris recommended Aimless read Delany, which recommendation I passed along on that thread, so he read his way into a little bit of Dhalgren.

Chris P. went to grad school in Canada, became a medievalist if not a full-blown academic and runs a groovy imprint that puts out lots of interesting books

what imprint? have no idea who chris p is, so can't google it...

Punctum

its woozy small hours music, too much coke, walled into yourself. i want you to love me, you send me a coffin of roses. i guess avalon is a fair reference, but it misses something. its music influenced by avalon in the same way that life sometimes feel like its being refracted through movies. it feels cinematic inasmuch as sometimes it feels like you get lost in being somebody else in the dark. bringing a cigarette to your lips, watching the smoke billow up through the lights in the club. this is it though, the glassy surfaces. everything is an image. how hard it is to feel things sometimes. its not empty though, its just half numb, playing itself playing at someone else.

i think this is a pretty strange album though. it doesn't help to just tell people that it sounds like steely dan, or late pet shop boys or al stewart whatever. you think we're idiots? we've heard year of the cat. the album works differently, yeah its heavily influenced by those artists, but it seems really obvious that it wants to use them in a different way than to try and emulate them, or make an album in that tradition. there's a sense in which some music is "about" loving other music, or maybe not even loving other music but about the experience of other music. and so the way the appropriation of that language is functioning seems entirely different to how people want to characterise it here. that is, the comparative criticisms sort of miss the point entirely. yeah things are off, the guy has this wobbly croak of a voice, everything sounds glassily self contained, obsessively neat but weirdly off. a strange lens, the perspective doesn't work. something. but its not a failure at emulating Hats or Gaucho. it directly recalls those records, as records. as sound worlds that can be only re-accessed in this artificial way. a set of surfaces, images, movie scenes.

― judith, Wednesday, February 8, 2012 12:25 AM

does kinda seem like classic wenger to contrive spending 20m to tell theo he's a fucking pussy this way instead of to his face for free

round about when jose returned and cast himself as thee pearly queen of england it struck me that wenger was rly the one who lowkey said the most ukip bollocks on a consistent basis. this fits in with his numerous quixotic subliminals over the years re twp/suarez/sanchez/austin and the lost art of the street football fighty fight man

like an increasingly deranged scientist attempting to cure the virus he created - 50k p/w britlad yoof wave all now pathetic mutant manbabies littering the marble halls, even mighty sanchez sapped of his maracas this season, he must now splice the two for a new totem, incorruptibly un-arsenal maximum panto dame

― r|t|c, Saturday, June 4, 2016 12:40 PM (25 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I like to think we can get ilx hooked on ilf

Not football, just our angle on football

If that post won't do it, nothing will tbf

one vote for nothing, please.

i only f with ilf trolls of the future tbh

daddy's little girl -- embittered liverpool fan who registers and posts predominantly on the subject of jamie vardy's move to arsenal using a repeating cycle of JME lyrics and pictures of soiled wedding dresses. defended from accusations of triteness and creepiness by ilxor imago on the grounds that ILF 'could use some female presence tbh' until found to be a prototype chatbot from vardy's luxembourg based ChatShitGetBanged AG natural language processing lab.

― nakhchivan, Friday, June 3, 2016 8:48 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

lovely sad thread, makes me wonder how far off we are from that phenomenon you sometimes come across in your Google flânerie, of long, long inactive discussion fora whose final thread, created 5 years after the penultimate thread, is called something like Anyone still come here? [started by MitsubishiDave84, 1 reply], the last person wandering the deserted space station, vainly trying to communicate with his own perfidious memory

― mario vargis loosa (wins), Saturday, June 11, 2016 3:05 PM (36 minutes ago)

it is a v beautiful ticket in really adhering to a kind of on-paper dream-logic designed around uniting two heavy hitters, an experienced hand & a business insider, simultaneously existing more fleshily as just a horrible nightmare, the pressed-flesh of two repulsive, disgraced men, red-faced & huffing, sweating in private & handshaking to bruise, deaf confidence & blind judgment, committing sacrifices in hunting lodges, presumably a classically uneasy below-surface tension between them, NEWT 2020, covenant seals popping open with a flip-top-cap sound, newt a hillary figure in evoking the comfort of the nineties providing one doesn't read too closely, a place for speaker hastert in a trump administration, a shrieking executive branch reexamination of the scene in the dark knight where somebody neglects to blow up the boatful of prisoners.

― schlump, Tuesday, July 5, 2016 3:11 PM (Yesterday)

Trump's campaign is like if a rich dude got it in his head to wonder what it would be like to just drop trou and take a shit in public and he like half teases it and the people around him start egging him on because wow this is something you don't see every day so he's like okay here goes and he starts and at any point he could've just pinched it off and tried to regain his dignity but at this point he's like well I've already started this shitshow, might as well just make as big a mess as possible, something real memorable, yessir.

― a charisma-free shitlord (Old Lunch), Tuesday, August 2, 2016 10:56 AM (35 seconds ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

"old lunch" indeed

no joke that post + whoever said trump is eric cartman is the best political analysis of this election yet

thought this was good actually

pinched it off is especially carefully worded as one squeezes the anal sphincter to stop all defecation

Another good old lunch Trump description here:

God I love this so goddamn much. It's like everyone told them not to get a tiger because they're dangerous and uncontrollable, and they're like eh it's just a big cat what's the problem we got this, and now it's several months later and one of them has sorta half hobbled out of the house on the one leg they still have left and is just sorta screaming into the sky how, how did this happen, lord, how.

― a charisma-free shitlord (Old Lunch), Wednesday, August 3, 2016 1:07 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

it's like being in the cave staring at the wall and there's a guy lying facedown on the floor who will not stop shouting about how he's given up trying to get anyone to join him outside

― le Histoire du Edgy Miley (difficult listening hour), Monday, August 15, 2016 7:49 PM (3 minutes ago)

i saw a guy with a top hat, a curly mustache, jodhpurs, and a giant 19th-century bicycle in front of the Twitter building earlier this week.

― reggae mike love (polyphonic), Thursday, August 25, 2016 11:59 PM (yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

This thread has been a revelation. The recent flurry of posts has led me back into listening to Big Star for the first time in a while - a band I've always liked a good deal, without ever really 'holding' as a complete thing, if that makes sense. This weekend (my last before going back to school - teaching) I've gone down a complete rabbit hole, listening intensively (in various settings), watching the documentary and reading, reading. It's been one of those periods where you come close to somehow regrowing your ears, and I feel like I've finally made sense of the band's architecture: that moment in listening where time seems to pause and expand and you step inside, walk around, look into the eaves - for crows, for glyphs, for spent carnival balloons. Third has always been 'the one' and it's where I'm still getting those vital, disturbing punctum moments, but they've been coming at regular intervals, right across the three albums. Thanks for the thread. I love the internet.

― Sunn O))) Brother Where Art Thou? (Chinaski), Sunday, August 28, 2016 3:52 PM (one hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

It's his face. Something has changed there since United and Sociedad. It used to suggest a sort of gritty resistance, even a sort of dour enthusiasm to "hold what we have" or something. Now he just looks like a doctor telling you you're dying, and when you tell him the other GP said it was just has a cold he just stares at you and asks if you know how many people die every day, before going back into his office, sliding back against the closed door and breaking down in tears.

― Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, September 10, 2016 9:52 AM (one hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

let's say i am in hell, because i am. my cellmate has 3 faces, ashen, boiler red, and mutant lime, and 6 arms, holding a skull bowl of blood, tipped scale, broken scythe, vaguely familiar head, spoiled goat meat, and a beating heart, respectively. each day i follow a new dim light, listen to instructions, and fall asleep in a new cell with a new unholy ghoul.

http://i.imgur.com/HubjrVm.gif
but he still finds me on occasion. between every visit i become obsessed with his message, seek the truth in hellish rituals, and eventually forget his face and his words. every time i see him again it is like the first time. i have lost count. this time he tells me that i can go to heaven. maybe he tells me this every time. all i have to do is go back in time and prevent ILX from existing.

i seek counsel in my demon cellmate, who responds after some time by offering the objects held by its middle set of arms. i dip my bones into the skull bowl of blood and immediately understand. the ILX is basically a Honda Civic, it is a really nice Civic, featuring an interior with upgraded materials. The sole powertrain is a 201-hp 2.4-liter four-cylinder with front-wheel drive. The transmission is a dual-clutch eight-speed automatic; a manual is not available. The automatic is smooth and gives the ILX more of a calm and adult demeanor, which is a welcome change from the previous generation’s high-strung character. The ILX offers value for the money versus the competition. how could i destroy this? i tell st. peter that he is welcome to spend the night, but i will not, cannot take part in a brand of destruction that is counter to my brand of choice, the Acura ILX. when i wake the next morning he is already gone and i follow the dim light toward a new set of faces.

― I look forward to hearing from you shortly, (Karl Malone), Wednesday, November 2, 2016 12:53 AM (six hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Action Bronson, in a stoned haze, made grilled octopus with raspberry sauce (on Fuck That's Delicious), and people seemed to like it? Maybe they were just kissing his ass...

― schwantz, Wednesday, November 16, 2016 12:25 AM (eleven minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink