ignore gamer, i know for a fact that he went to his closet and let out a girlish whimper that he had nothing to wear before he made his post. nancy, is that you? gamer, your post makes no sense and nobody would care if you went to the bathroom every minute to think about what next you’ll say. i think you need to get out of your mom’s basement and get a real sun tan, and turn on a light down there for godsakes. there is a massive delusion passed around this place that it is somehow an arena of ideas, and good ideas. hogwash. poppycock. atleast, they’re not coming from you gamer. or me for that matter. and certainly not Pinnacle. frankly, i don’t care to meet most of you. there’s a few i’d like to meet. but i can’t be flying across the world unless gamer sends me money. in which case we should meet in a bar… where i shine.
To the artist Monooq: 
Anyone around Columbia Missouri?
I know what we are not, but I know what we are. A dynamic has been born. It is an organism that learns, grows. It is rational and all too human. You are all part of it. It is bigger than you. It is bigger than Ben. It is a giant. A big, smart, curious, funny, rational, friendly giant. The world needs that. Monooq needs it. Come on everyone, join me in the chant to Monooq…
“Wear the dress…wear the dress…wear the dress…(Monooq turns red)…wear the dress!..wear THE DRESS!..(Monooq smashes his beer on the floor, runs across the room and hugs…Pinnacle of Reason?” Wow.
It is bigger, Gamer. Many of us will never be able to replicate it, which is why we can’t stop.
Even when we want to.
Yep, that’s exactly what would happen. We’d all meet, wearing our little name tags, eat some potato salad and drink some punch. Then we’d mingle a bit. Form up our little cliques and our conversations would go like this: “remember that time in the post-structuralist thread when you said…etc.”
The debates would be real-time, and many of you would look like asses because you don’t have your googles and your text-books to refer to. It would be on the spot, kids.
After that wore thin, a silence would grow thicker and thicker. The potato salad would be crusty by then and the punch would be watered down from melted ice. Monooq would spit his chew in it while no one was looking.
We’d probably then throw the football around a bit and I’d spark up a joint. A few of you would hit it, and Dunamis would walk over and lecture me. We’d get into an argument about how bad drugs are and I would win. Then Satyr would come over and tell me that I’m escaping a brutish reality because I am affraid. I would moon him and then blow smoke in his face. He’d break down and hit the joint himself.
The ladies would be over in the corner chatting. Somenewname would be the leader and Embracetrees would be kissing everyone on the cheek, wearing some plastic-gem earings or something. I’d walk over and grab Vortical’s ass, and she’d slap the shit out of me and I’d say “I forgive you, beautiful.”
Somebody would bring a guitar…I would bring mine, and we would improvise until it got boring.
Eventually I would end up breaking up a fight between Dunamis and Satyr, and beat them both up simultaneously, where upon everyone would then jump on me and beat me up. It would be a serious mess.
After that we’d take our seats in the circle again and just sit there, staring at each other. Somebody would look at their watch and yawn. I’d say something like “hey, who wants to start a criminal syndicate or something?” Most of you would say “yeah right, detrop, you’re crazy.” Others would think to themselves “damn, I’d love too, but I gotta wife and kids.” Then I would sigh and lower my head, maybe start chewing my fingernails or something.
Then Ben would say “party’s over, time to go.” One by one we’d walk out to the parking lot after a few “nice to finally meet you’s,” and that would be it.
The next day we’d be back here at ILP. Same shit, different day.
All of you suck. I mean that from the bottom of my crimson heart.
you drug addicts, both of you… for shame. you are airyier than hegelian metaphysics on speed. neither of you know what you’re talking about but you both wish you did. i know this much to be true, this is the way the world works. there’s nothing special about my bowling team, or yours. slap yourselves in the face. how did that quote go… ‘you are in all things and at all times alone’
[size=200]anyone wanna pay for my airfare? 
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detrop,
I love to hate you, hate to love you, love to hate you, hate to love you, love to hate you, hate to love you.
Shit.
détrop
That was funny.
Although, to be honest, I don’t think Dunamis will be much of a physical challenge for me.
Sounds more like an egghead, nerd, pussy.
I’ve just joined ILP but after living in Asia for 8 of the last 10 years and a small city in Canada for the other 30, I’d love the chance to get together in person with a group of people in which more than 0.5% of them are interesting. Interesting people are sometimes a little rough around the edges but I often find they’re still worth it.
If I had more money or were nearer, I’d love to go.
[size=150]FEH![/size]
Show you have balls(figuratively speaking for the ladies) and come down if you are able. Quit being so yellow-bellied…who cares if it is a so-so evening or if someone sees you are bald or if you feel “weird” talking instead of typing. Do you stop posting because another poster “doesn’t like you” for whatever reason? Of course not. Life is too short to be concerned with the opinion other people have of you…there will always be some person,in every area of your life, who dislikes (even hates) you. “Fuck them if they can’t take a joke” as Bette Midler is wont to say.
If the evening turns out to be a yawn… (big hairy deal, one boring night out of your life)…it will still be an adventure to meet everyone.
We are such a diverse group of people…I just know it would be interesting to get us all in a room together.
Life is meant to be lived,dammit!
Spooley: Welcome to ILP
Shyster: WTF voice of reason, as always.
Not really, most London pubs do not serve punch and potato salad. A couple of real ales down the line and I think most of you would have no problems expressing yourselves…
Of course, don’t know if we’d have trouble with the underage members but Im sure Ben has a plan.
I live 2000km far away from London… and much further from USA 
So it seems impossible for me to come, despite I want to.
Hi Ben
If it happens in London, I will be there.
It is strange how some people get so worked up about what the event might or might not achieve, or how it would fit with the ethos of a virtual forum. Our messages are (sometimes) philosophical. The medium is not the message. The medium is just convenient (the Internet, accessible any time from anywhere) or friendly (face to face).
Of course non-philosophical messages are facilitated more by some media than by others. But then we are into personal preference. If you like the idea and are in the area, come along. Otherwise, don’t. It’s no big deal.
I like the idea… 
--where’s the meet-n-greet to be?
Shyster
ooohh… me, me. I have balls. And, yes… I’ll be there.
I love Bessy!!!
it’s mutual