Friday, February 10, 2012

Once a Month...

... I think I should give myself some kind of sanity test. Not like some crazy stunt that only the mad could pass or fail or whatever, just a short quiz to make sure I'm not being beaten down too hard, or to serve as an early warning system.

Preferably of the quick and easy 'yes/no' variety. If I have to write an essay, so help me, I will ramble like there's no tomorrow.

There's not much to think about here, really. I know I'm being watched by TPF, every couple days I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise on their own accompanied by sudden changes in temperature, HHIZ own special blend of nausea and... well, you get the idea. It's possible that's just me being paranoid, but is there really anything that distinguishes the two?
So what do you do when a faceless pseudo-Lovecraftian horror who drives people utterly mad is bearing down on your life? Keep an eye on your sanity, like a micro-manager playing Amnesia: The Dark Descent.

At least until you die. Problem here is no restarts, but I can live with that waitasecond...

Course, the flaw here is if I take a sudden leap off the deep end after some traumatic event. Then gradual monitoring doesn't really do much good to prepare me for it.

Problem is finding out what questions to ask myself... and I suppose it'd be worthwhile to post the results here. I really can't see any point in hiding from Proxies and Runners how my brain is holding up after all- being nervous or going completely bonkers would show through anyway!

Any suggestions?

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  1. Dunno. If you find a sanity test, let me the fuck know, kid.

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    1. Find? Oh no no no no no. Anything I can look up probably has some absurd "Have you ever" questions that will end in a "yes I have" for a period no less than forever (which is unreliable to gauge), or "I will now that you've given me the idea".

      So, I guess I have to make one. Hopefully during a lucid moment.

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  2. Okay, I have a question for you. Are you an honest man?

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    1. Isn't that kind of a loaded question?

      I suppose it really depends on one's own definition of 'honest'. The typical one is 'truthful', which as human nature would have it, nobody is COMPLETELY truthful, so nobody can be completely honest. There is not a man on Earth who can say he's free of deceit.

      Have I ever lied in this blog?
      ... Not outright.
      Have I told the complete truth?
      ... Has anyone?
      Am I willing to admit that fact though?
      ... Isn't this all just a convoluted way of doing so?

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    2. This, somehow this is just the most amazing thing to me. Of course this is also the reason they should be purely yes or no questions.


      How's this for a question: Are you ready?

      No context, no thinking, just answer.

      See you around
      -FreedomCaged

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    3. Too late, I thought about it.

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    4. Well then, I am terribbly dissapointed to tell you that you might in fact be sane. It isn't conclusive yet, we will have to run more tests, but the possibility is, unfortunately, not eliminated.

      See you around
      -Cage

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  3. sanity clause? there ain't no sanity clause.

    and speaking of which: i, whitelight, dub thee...//The Zeppo//.

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    1. ...Isn't that an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? I mean I'm sure the name comes from somewhere else but I'm drawing a blank as to where...

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    3. what, you've never seen the marx brothers? they were awesome and hilarious. there was groucho, the deadpan snarker with his greasepaint mustache; chico, the italian; harpo, the hilarious silent one; and zeppo.

      what did zeppo do? nothing really. he was the straight man. the boring one. eventually, he just left and became their manager.

      thus: //The Zeppo//.

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    4. Bah, I've never been one for management. Or being straight.

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