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Were you inspired to get your computer from storage because BG was resrrected?

A condensation line just run down the outside wall with a little insulation? You must not be working in the great white north.

Quote from: WOTR on September 06, 2022, 12:33:01 AMWere you inspired to get your computer from storage because BG was resrrected?

A condensation line just run down the outside wall with a little insulation? You must not be working in the great white north.

Honestly, Bellgab's return didn't have much to do with it.


We only have to insulate condensation lines in the attic here in Texas.🤠

Quote from: Innerreach on September 05, 2022, 09:03:15 PMhttps://vocaroo.com/1jg9VHLsQdxW

OMG HOT AF  👁�👅👁�

I haven't listened to this yet, although I noticed that it was released, because I had to listen to Ms Rubini first, obviously, and then I had to wake up and enjoy my morning breakfast of chocolate cake and oatmeal stout beer, of course, and then now, you know I'm not quite sure what to make of the situation yet so, I'm just going to give it a moment to sink in before I move directly into the discovery of just how smart you think you are.

Spooky interactions at a distance have already been noticed and noted to be remarkably surprising in some of their complications.

It's possible you don't know how stubborn I am, but we'll find out, but in any case I'm glad to see that you put out a show of some kind and I'm wondering what happened to the other three episodes; because this is number one and you've already had three abortive attempts before, so if you've restarted your numbering system I was wondering if you were going to go to New Roman numerals next.

It's amazing how far we've come after only a year. It never occurred to me that all of you would be this insane; so I'm really looking forward to seeing how this one develops.


p.s. superluminal beings are present on the surface of your W
world. I don't know if you know that yet, but it's actually kind of not a big deal, in comparison to your little podcast getting released. And at this time, I don't even know if you know!

p.p.s.: when I started writing this post I started getting a whole shitload of notifications from Telegram all at the same time and I don't know who they're from coz like they're being spoofed by multiple other accounts. Like some of these techniques don't work on a man who only has zero friends, which is what the number turns up into after five of them are repossessed by some sort of automatic communication intercepting protocol.

The upshot of all this is is that in attempting to socially isolate me it's made me more popular than I've ever been in my entire life. Kudos.

Quote from: K_Dubb on September 06, 2022, 10:33:14 AMOMG HOT AF  👁�👅👁�

I do my best, babe. 🌹😍🌹

Quote from: Innerreach on September 06, 2022, 08:08:56 AMHonestly, Bellgab's return didn't have much to do with it.


We only have to insulate condensation lines in the attic here in Texas.🤠

After that cold snap a while back maybe we should be reconsidering this and some other things. 
Stealing a tradesman's tools is hopefully bad karma and should be considered a higher level charge when caught than simply the cost of the tools. Like taking a man's horse in the old days.

Quote from: Innerreach on September 06, 2022, 08:08:56 AMHonestly, Bellgab's return didn't have much to do with it.


We only have to insulate condensation lines in the attic here in Texas.🤠

Texas? Makes sense. Prevent the condensation inside. Here, it gets heat traced if necessary. (And the distillate from the high efficiency furnaces has to be neutralized and put down a drain rather than a gravel pit dug outside...)

At work, we have a small ductless split that tries to run in the middle of the winter. There is a ton of heat added to the environment that the particular office was built in (industrial environment.) Somehow, when it hits -40 outside, things still continue to struggle through. I have been expecting the compressor to crater for the last couple of years- but I guess I must have ordered some kind of a winter package with it.

Quote from: WOTR on September 06, 2022, 03:27:56 PMTexas? Makes sense. Prevent the condensation inside. Here, it gets heat traced if necessary. (And the distillate from the high efficiency furnaces has to be neutralized and put down a drain rather than a gravel pit dug outside...)

At work, we have a small ductless split that tries to run in the middle of the winter. There is a ton of heat added to the environment that the particular office was built in (industrial environment.) Somehow, when it hits -40 outside, things still continue to struggle through. I have been expecting the compressor to crater for the last couple of years- but I guess I must have ordered some kind of a winter package with it.

Wow. -40! Here we are more considered with mold (or even critters trying to get water) on the condensate lines and pans. (Excepting that weird cold-snap that even nailed some people's water heaters without power for a few weeks and dumb people didn't drain them and cut off water to home in case of worse event!)

Quote from: albrecht on September 06, 2022, 03:42:21 PM(Excepting that weird cold-snap that even nailed some people's water heaters without power for a few weeks and dumb people didn't drain them and cut off water to home in case of worse event!)

The more appropriate word here other than "dumb" is "ignorant."

For example I am neither, so not only am I not ignorant and that I know things needed to be done to the water here I'm also not dumb as in "silent"  and that I'm happy to stay out loud to whomever may be interested in knowing that the water heater still works pretty good I'm amazed and I'm thankful to God above and whatever hands in boots on the ground that did something about it.

That being said I haven't done anything around here, and I ain't going to; and that doesn't make me dumb or ignorant, that makes me... strategic.


It amazes me that people imagine everyone's priorities are the same. I don't even know what would go through the thoughts in the mind of a person who had multiple empty houses over a winter to take care of, like how many just go from one house to another doing all the same appliances in a circle, or do they just carry all the tools from one place to another and just why does it seem so complicated...  why not just have five families? Oh, never mind. Each additional mouth fed equals another liver that could be sold later on the back end, but with the COVID restrictions maybe that income stream has been knocked down in value.


Gasps of horror from audience over yet another tasteless joke in 3... 2... WON-TON... BONE BROTH... I have seen the future and this is how it begins: making sure not to offend anybody. Go.

Quote from: Jackstar on September 06, 2022, 06:22:28 PMThe more appropriate word here other than "dumb" is "ignorant."

For example I am neither, so not only am I not ignorant and that I know things needed to be done to the water here I'm also not dumb as in "silent"  and that I'm happy to stay out loud to whomever may be interested in knowing that the water heater still works pretty good I'm amazed and I'm thankful to God above and whatever hands in boots on the ground that did something about it.

That being said I haven't done anything around here, and I ain't going to; and that doesn't make me dumb or ignorant, that makes me... strategic.


It amazes me that people imagine everyone's priorities are the same. I don't even know what would go through the thoughts in the mind of a person who had multiple empty houses over a winter to take care of, like how many just go from one house to another doing all the same appliances in a circle, or do they just carry all the tools from one place to another and just why does it seem so complicated...  why not just have five families? Oh, never mind. Each additional mouth fed equals another liver that could be sold later on the back end, but with the COVID restrictions maybe that income stream has been knocked down in value.


Gasps of horror from audience over yet another tasteless joke in 3... 2... WON-TON... BONE BROTH... I have seen the future and this is how it begins: making sure not to offend anybody. Go.

That's nice. 🙄

Quote from: Innerreach on September 05, 2022, 09:03:15 PMhttps://vocaroo.com/1jg9VHLsQdxW

I really enjoyed your podcast. 

Why, thank you, Lilith.🖖

I'd make them more often if I had the time and energy.

One day.

Quote from: Lilith on September 19, 2022, 02:19:22 AMI really enjoyed your podcast. 

I was just waiting for brig's endorsement. IN 3... 2... 1... (Singularity Event) *click* BUZzzzZ*

Quote from: Jackstar on September 19, 2022, 06:58:00 PMI was just waiting for brig's endorsement. IN 3... 2... 1... (Singularity Event) *click* BUZzzzZ*

You think she's a fan of schizophrenia?

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 19, 2022, 07:24:30 PMYou think she's a fan of schizophrenia?

I wouldn't know; I don't pay attention to fairy tales.

I sure like the song, though. I thought it was gonna be much more boring, but... I probably helped myself a great deal by making sure that I was going to be in the right universe when I downloaded it.

Or am I streaming it? Idk, I'm feeling kinda saucy, might be going either way.

Quote from: Innerreach on September 19, 2022, 06:52:20 PMOne day.

At least it's not going to be 10,000 days from now. Or even years.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 06, 2022, 06:58:46 PMThat's nice. 🙄

What is it with this g*y? Is it... is it the mensesenvy? Achrnmrn. Hesundheighth.

I love that

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a node on a railing (underground/healroad), holding space for someone who told me to do it this way, and it is referred to as "lollygagging." I mean, that's flattering, any way you slice it. (Yes, it all just sounds so completely implausible, doesn't it? You could ask for a refund, if that "bugs" you, or anyone whose interests you represent.)

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I'm not better than you; you just see that way because you feel inferior. I don't know why and then you're also using the word "constantly" incorrectly.

I forgive you. Maybe you'll have a round table that I'm invited to one of these days, once you're done, you know, talking about me on all your other ones.

(I think you'll find most of this a lot easier to deal with in a future. Just a hunch.)

Oh my God now it's my turn oh my God yes now listening to it this is great. (This was Steve/T\5hreeVe.) Wow, that's not terrible. But it's not great.

Still can't be my best now. lol.
Next court date (for me) is October 4th.

Stay tuned.

I had enough of your jibber jabber, fool.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 19, 2022, 08:01:45 PMI had enough of your jibber jabber,

That's probably why all my videos on YouTube just came down. Would you like to make some more veiled threats or is that enough for today?

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 19, 2022, 08:01:45 PMfool.

If only you knew how happy this word makes me these days. \o/
😇🌟🌈👍😃💫💗✂️🔱🍇

Quote from: Jackstar on September 19, 2022, 08:22:33 PMThat's probably why all my videos on YouTube just came down. Would you like to make some more veiled threats or is that enough for today?


If only you knew how happy this word makes me these days. \o/
😇🌟🌈👍😃💫💗✂️🔱🍇

Veiled?! Sounds gay.

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Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 19, 2022, 08:54:32 PMVeiled?! Sounds gay.

B*y, you sure are out of touch with how outtatime our consensual reality really is. It's so bad, it ought to be against Divine Law...

And worf on the street is, after the next server reset, IT WILL BE. Now, I'm not speaking in any kind of Divine capacity right now; & thank God for that, do you think they pay me any extra when I get to do that? NO! Not at all, don't get even one virgin, let alone 77. (Imagine the bill for the shoes alone.)

But what I do get is a very warm and comfy place to sleep without any guilty conscience helicopter parenting over my head, next to that pendulum with the Sword of Damocles stenciled on it in sharp bas relief, with little duckys and bunnys running for their lives from it also etched on the side... in slightly less sharpened bas relief because some people don't like it all that sharp. Some people prefer the hammer to fall than Damocles in Autumn, anyway.

You probably don't know what I'm saying, so just go back up there and look at Barbara Eden clutching her pearls behind a veil again, coz like, I'm going to.

You Young People have no idea of the pressures I'm under, honestly—and this is quite by design, I can assure you.

Quote from: Innerreach on September 19, 2022, 06:52:20 PMI'd make them more often if I had the time and energy.

Hey, here's an idea: why not get a patron? If that was good enough for Michelangelo, Leonardo, & Philo T. Farnsworth, it ought to be good enough for you.

You might also think about ways to reduce your overall debt load, but I'm not speaking in a financial advisory capacity, and I don't want you to have to slash your standard of living any, so... I'll just let you figure that part out.

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B*y, you sure are out of touch with how outtatime our consensual reality really is. It's so bad, it ought to be against Divine Law...

And worf on the street is, after the next server reset, IT WILL BE. Now, I'm not speaking in any kind of Divine capacity right now; & thank God for that, do you think they pay me any extra when I get to do that? NO! Not at all, don't get even one virgin, let alone 77. (Imagine the bill for the shoes alone.)

But what I do get is a very warm and comfy place to sleep without any guilty conscience helicopter parenting over my head, next to that pendulum with the Sword of Damocles stenciled on it in sharp bas relief, with little duckys and bunnys running for their lives from it also etched on the side... in slightly less sharpened bas relief because some people don't like it all that sharp. Some people prefer the hammer to fall than Damocles in Autumn, anyway.

You probably don't know what I'm saying, so just go back up there and look at Barbara Eden clutching her pearls behind a veil again, coz like, I'm going to.

You Young People have no idea of the pressures I'm under, honestly—and this is quite by design, I can assure you.

Jack, I'm a hologram sent here from the future to inform you that your psychic shielding has been deteriorating for sometime, currently rendering it ineffective now. It's ALL been getting in lately. Please, contact the manufacturer for warranty options. Thank you and have a nice day.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on September 19, 2022, 09:33:15 PMIt's ALL been getting in lately.

What's wrong with that? I can't be shielded from everything, I have to be able to breathe, for example.

I'm not getting phone calls from somebody, or texts, or whatever the hell, but I just imagine myself back in high school where nobody talks to me unless I'm being set up for the bees, and it just seems like old times.

Except I guess there's 3D televisions now, that's nice. The FU TOR: and beyond!

Quote from: Jackstar on September 19, 2022, 10:06:47 PMI just imagine myself back in high school where nobody talks to me unless I'm being set up for the bees, and it just seems like old times.

Damn, not the bees, man. NOT THE BEES!

Quote from: Jackstar on September 19, 2022, 10:06:47 PMI have to be able to breathe, for example.

Many of us would disagree.

Quote from: SredniVashtar on September 20, 2022, 04:39:20 AMMany of us would disagree.

One of the most reliable signs that what I am doing with my life is totesworth the effort.

Another is the relentless boiling out of the woodwork, all this karmic energy from years and years gone back, that I, mysteriously, get carbon-copied feedback reports from Spirit on, from time to time as we all of us do, and lately--far, far more often. (The tadpoles coming out of the window panelling, -actual- tadpoles wriggling, are getting downright arrogant.) I'm not the only person around here who communes with The Spirit World, but I am the newest, and the locals have come to be aware of the impact I am having on the environment, and most people whose opinions really matter--and especially, most stakeholders that are concerned--seem to be reasonably fond of me here. (Certainly they've gotten a lot more polite.)

It would seem that witnessing the ongoing self-destructive cycle of -certain- key monkeyman players (especially around here--people are lining up around the block) is in part, a matter of seniority. As one of the longest-lived field-tested and -qualified Adjudicators available in my area (and certainly the most notorious, as well as arguably the most well-known as being perhaps, allegedly, balls-out insane), it would come to me -firstly,- in any general call for, ah, shall we say, "reinforcements," by which I mean the following.

Let's say, someone has to get beaten up. This is more common that one might think, given that, there are -a lot- of tough-ass bruisers in this part of the world, as well as no small amount of bitch-ass little wanna-be thuggie little piggies. (Present company & Company & Co. excluded, of course.) And in the jungle, when you're in The Jungle, Baby, sometimes... you gonna die. Well, I'm not gonna kill anyone on purpose, that's been established by my verified record of lifelong pacifism, and anyone who asks, I'll tell them: I am lazy, and if we're gonna start killing people, don't ask me until it's time to cinder the the surface and glass it all to rock candy. For an individual, I would prefer public humiliation--deemed by many to be a fate worse than death. And, it is. Especially for some folk from around here.

Shreddi, shall I stop breathing? Well, I can become Lord Of The Underworld here, no sweat, although I much prefer being Master Of The House. As the sole Resident, as well The Resident and The Caretaker, if I -were- to die, not likely but sure, let's say I did, well, here I am already in a church, already on a cemetery, and already I am surrounded by legitimate choices to make phylactery out of. They'll never get me out of here if they start to murderin'. For one thing: Shields. (Go bearers.) For another, I know how to become a Lich at point of death and live for Eternity as an Undead Magi. (It's not that hard. I've read a few books. And if I am actually dead, well, shit, why not? What, I need to save myself for Heaven? Already been, Shreds. Already done that trip. Nice place. Rather more niggers than I expected, but that's okay--I am one too, better buckle your shoes and start tap dancing, Buttercup. Because in The Land Of The Six Rivers, any man with even a question as to how The One Drop Rule applies is gonna be suspect. The Whites in His area (THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY. PERIOD.) are -very- serious about it. And they know I didn't come over on The Mayflower, and they know that my continued survival and residency here is an embarrassment to... some. I don't wanna name names. Some of them probably -are- actual liches. And now, the rest all know it, if anyone does. Socially awkward at best these days, to be sure. War is hell.) Now, do I want to stop breathing and spend my days beyond the veil of death, casting magic missile into the darkness of the house, as a tormented soul cursed to protect The Spirits that roam here, as they now do protect me in Life? Well, if you want me to be strictly honest about it, fuck no. I like being alive. I like breathing. I didn't quit smoking for nothing. So Shreddy, what can I tell you? Take a number for the murder line and STFU. Have a seat. On that stump over there. Next to that beehive. Oh, you're leaving? Well... bye.

Welcome to my daily experience of living here in (RED/GREEN) Castle (Blank), (Blank-U.S. State): it's not just any jungle out there, it's My jungle. I have established dominance. I have taken The High Ground. There are people out there, they just cannot believe it. They can barely hold their shit together as they contemplate it: they've got a madman Sourceror Paladin living in a haunted church on consecrated Native burial ground, and no one can do a damn thing about it to get rid of me, no matter how much they beg, plead, bribe, or threaten -- this IS My House. This IS My Land. And I got it the old-, old-, Olde-Fashioned Way: I inherited it, I was then challenged for it... and I took it back, on my own, with none but my Creator and His Will behind me on support. There's a Will and a Trust and a bunch of lawyers and family and Family involved, sure.

But without the blessing of God, there is no fuckin' way I would still be here. They hauled me out on Christmas Eve, it took a bakers' dozen of dudes with thugs with weapons to take me away. And now, ~9 months later, just look at me now, Dad. Ha! Ha! HAH!

He is pretty impressed. "Sure you got the place, but can you take care of it?" I can hear him saying that to me as if he were alive. (He is.) He's not on this plane of reality, but, so what? Good. I don't want him taking any of my beer, that goddam deadbeat freeloader would drink me out of the house if he were -really- here instead of just frontin' like he was. In any event, taking care of a place, to my mind, consists in no small part of being able to keep a place... and in this place, there are -several- people who disagree with my various hat-wearing statuses of, The Caretaker, The Resident, & The Beneficiary... and if they knew that I were The Soul Beneficiary as well, I mean it, toteslegit--some folks would probably have themselves a fuckin' aneursym.

Because I am that legit. FU MC Hammer. ROT, Foster The People, there's no one coming up to squat on this land. THIS IS MY HOUSE. THESE ARE MY RULES. I AM THE AUTHORITY HERE. Now, I know that sounds like it's a bit of bullshit, but it's the deal I have made with Spirit.

I made a deal with God. (What? Clergy. Get over it.) These ~4.1 acres might not be much, but they ARE My Demesene. I'm the responsible party, possession is 9/10ths of the law, and I have been given to understand in no small measure what that means. For example, while the legal owner of record is My Mommy's Lawyer (not his/her real name, obviously), that individual is not present here, and is owning the land and it's associated buildings (henceforth to be referred to as, "The *Kuczi Land*," and yes, you may savor the envy, because this SHIT IS REAL) as held in Trust because, that's how my Mommy wanted it, and who am I to argue?

The fact that plenty of people disagree is of no problem to me whatsoever. Their derision and scorn and total, abject disbelief just makes the victory all the sweeter. And clearly, God agrees: I was told that wildlife is using My Land as a refuge of safety, and the Spirits on guard here report that they have been quite successful at scaring away those who would wish to trespass here. Which is good.

I am too scary, myself, to be wasted on the riff-raff. I would prefer not to face down villagers with pitchforks, but if they come, they better bring a lot of fuckin' forks, that's for fuckin' sure.

MY KINGDOM. RAWR. GRAPEFRUIT MAD(e).

Quote from: Jackstar on September 20, 2022, 02:34:09 PMOne of the most reliable signs that what I am doing with my life is totesworth the effort.

Another is the relentless boiling out of the woodwork, all this karmic energy from years and years gone back, that I, mysteriously, get carbon-copied feedback reports from Spirit on, from time to time as we all of us do, and lately--far, far more often. (The tadpoles coming out of the window panelling, -actual- tadpoles wriggling, are getting downright arrogant.) I'm not the only person around here who communes with The Spirit World, but I am the newest, and the locals have come to be aware of the impact I am having on the environment, and most people whose opinions really matter--and especially, most stakeholders that are concerned--seem to be reasonably fond of me here. (Certainly they've gotten a lot more polite.)

It would seem that witnessing the ongoing self-destructive cycle of -certain- key monkeyman players (especially around here--people are lining up around the block) is in part, a matter of seniority. As one of the longest-lived field-tested and -qualified Adjudicators available in my area (and certainly the most notorious, as well as arguably the most well-known as being perhaps, allegedly, balls-out insane), it would come to me -firstly,- in any general call for, ah, shall we say, "reinforcements," by which I mean the following.

Let's say, someone has to get beaten up. This is more common that one might think, given that, there are -a lot- of tough-ass bruisers in this part of the world, as well as no small amount of bitch-ass little wanna-be thuggie little piggies. (Present company & Company & Co. excluded, of course.) And in the jungle, when you're in The Jungle, Baby, sometimes... you gonna die. Well, I'm not gonna kill anyone on purpose, that's been established by my verified record of lifelong pacifism, and anyone who asks, I'll tell them: I am lazy, and if we're gonna start killing people, don't ask me until it's time to cinder the the surface and glass it all to rock candy. For an individual, I would prefer public humiliation--deemed by many to be a fate worse than death. And, it is. Especially for some folk from around here.

Shreddi, shall I stop breathing? Well, I can become Lord Of The Underworld here, no sweat, although I much prefer being Master Of The House. As the sole Resident, as well The Resident and The Caretaker, if I -were- to die, not likely but sure, let's say I did, well, here I am already in a church, already on a cemetery, and already I am surrounded by legitimate choices to make phylactery out of. They'll never get me out of here if they start to murderin'. For one thing: Shields. (Go bearers.) For another, I know how to become a Lich at point of death and live for Eternity as an Undead Magi. (It's not that hard. I've read a few books. And if I am actually dead, well, shit, why not? What, I need to save myself for Heaven? Already been, Shreds. Already done that trip. Nice place. Rather more niggers than I expected, but that's okay--I am one too, better buckle your shoes and start tap dancing, Buttercup. Because in The Land Of The Six Rivers, any man with even a question as to how The One Drop Rule applies is gonna be suspect. The Whites in His area (THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY. PERIOD.) are -very- serious about it. And they know I didn't come over on The Mayflower, and they know that my continued survival and residency here is an embarrassment to... some. I don't wanna name names. Some of them probably -are- actual liches. And now, the rest all know it, if anyone does. Socially awkward at best these days, to be sure. War is hell.) Now, do I want to stop breathing and spend my days beyond the veil of death, casting magic missile into the darkness of the house, as a tormented soul cursed to protect The Spirits that roam here, as they now do protect me in Life? Well, if you want me to be strictly honest about it, fuck no. I like being alive. I like breathing. I didn't quit smoking for nothing. So Shreddy, what can I tell you? Take a number for the murder line and STFU. Have a seat. On that stump over there. Next to that beehive. Oh, you're leaving? Well... bye.

Welcome to my daily experience of living here in (RED/GREEN) Castle (Blank), (Blank-U.S. State): it's not just any jungle out there, it's My jungle. I have established dominance. I have taken The High Ground. There are people out there, they just cannot believe it. They can barely hold their shit together as they contemplate it: they've got a madman Sourceror Paladin living in a haunted church on consecrated Native burial ground, and no one can do a damn thing about it to get rid of me, no matter how much they beg, plead, bribe, or threaten -- this IS My House. This IS My Land. And I got it the old-, old-, Olde-Fashioned Way: I inherited it, I was then challenged for it... and I took it back, on my own, with none but my Creator and His Will behind me on support. There's a Will and a Trust and a bunch of lawyers and family and Family involved, sure.

But without the blessing of God, there is no fuckin' way I would still be here. They hauled me out on Christmas Eve, it took a bakers' dozen of dudes with thugs with weapons to take me away. And now, ~9 months later, just look at me now, Dad. Ha! Ha! HAH!

He is pretty impressed. "Sure you got the place, but can you take care of it?" I can hear him saying that to me as if he were alive. (He is.) He's not on this plane of reality, but, so what? Good. I don't want him taking any of my beer, that goddam deadbeat freeloader would drink me out of the house if he were -really- here instead of just frontin' like he was. In any event, taking care of a place, to my mind, consists in no small part of being able to keep a place... and in this place, there are -several- people who disagree with my various hat-wearing statuses of, The Caretaker, The Resident, & The Beneficiary... and if they knew that I were The Soul Beneficiary as well, I mean it, toteslegit--some folks would probably have themselves a fuckin' aneursym.

Because I am that legit. FU MC Hammer. ROT, Foster The People, there's no one coming up to squat on this land. THIS IS MY HOUSE. THESE ARE MY RULES. I AM THE AUTHORITY HERE. Now, I know that sounds like it's a bit of bullshit, but it's the deal I have made with Spirit.

I made a deal with God. (What? Clergy. Get over it.) These ~4.1 acres might not be much, but they ARE My Demesene. I'm the responsible party, possession is 9/10ths of the law, and I have been given to understand in no small measure what that means. For example, while the legal owner of record is My Mommy's Lawyer (not his/her real name, obviously), that individual is not present here, and is owning the land and it's associated buildings (henceforth to be referred to as, "The *Kuczi Land*," and yes, you may savor the envy, because this SHIT IS REAL) as held in Trust because, that's how my Mommy wanted it, and who am I to argue?

The fact that plenty of people disagree is of no problem to me whatsoever. Their derision and scorn and total, abject disbelief just makes the victory all the sweeter. And clearly, God agrees: I was told that wildlife is using My Land as a refuge of safety, and the Spirits on guard here report that they have been quite successful at scaring away those who would wish to trespass here. Which is good.

I am too scary, myself, to be wasted on the riff-raff. I would prefer not to face down villagers with pitchforks, but if they come, they better bring a lot of fuckin' forks, that's for fuckin' sure.

MY KINGDOM. RAWR. GRAPEFRUIT MAD(e).

I won't comment in any legal or way. But, aside from VERY rare areas which still have history related to ownership, like certain Spanish landgrants, and some, more rare, related to France, it is hard to get real alloidial title.  I'm only talking here. Not sure in other places. Likely even worse, I recall. Why most people if you even 'bought' your place you really got a thousand year leasehold, if you are lucky, from some Prince or Baron or some crap. I think even the Arabs and Russians who bought up various properties in the Home Counties don't really 'own' them.' But even here, try not paying any property taxes etc. Then tell me how the ownership goes. Or don't send the proper amount of grain or fish in whatever situation. Same deal. Just now we do it digital and are even don't get the short-pleasures of some coins thrown from a coach or some new church windows.

Quote from: albrecht on September 20, 2022, 05:04:54 PMtry not paying any property taxes etc. Then tell me how the ownership goes. Or don't send the proper amount of grain or fish in whatever situation. Same deal.

It's a haunted church on a plot of land unsuitable for much of anything besides various Spirituality type deals. It's a magical place. There are Beings here. I negotiated with them, and the whole she-bang is run for my benefit. That's why I'm here and no one else is. They don't have permissions. And everyone is scared now.

I'm not gonna lie, it sure is nice to keep the kids off my lawn. In any event, I'm looking forward to establishing apolitical diplomatic channels, as I have no wish to underutilize this place forever. I don't know who thought leaving me alone here forever was going to work out but it's not. I require aid; the ID of the 2nd person to reside here matters; and the shenanigans that have been attempted so far are not going to please the Spirits on guard, nor do they serve my benefit.

Watching everyone try to explain THE EMERGENCY sure does, though. It's a laugh riot. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to work. (Don't you judge me. I will fucking cut you.)