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Philosophy and life strategy for 2020
work in progress
Disclaimer: no plan survives contact with the enemy
This is an expansion / codification of something that has gradually been emerging and cohering over the past two months. Pre-implementation has been going well and as we move into the new year it's time to ramp up.
Observation/premise: there is a tiny Cracky inside of me. Dear reader, there is a Cracky inside of you too. (YOU get a Cracky, YOU get a Cracky, EVERYBODY GETS A CRACKY) My Cracky is not your Cracky but every Cracky is valid. Carrying a Cracky within you is both a privilege and a responsibility. This will be the theme of 2020.
Objective: every day, think about Cracky (schedule a set time and set an alarm); medidate on the implications of bearing a Cracky. What are the benefits? What are the responsibilities? Think primarily what can I do for my Cracky. "What can my Cracky do for me" will come naturally.
Observation: I am never alone, and every decision I make affects my Cracky as well. This is motivation to make correct decisions. I've consistently failed to do the right things for myself, but I will resolve to "do it for her".
Observation: as my Cracky is unique, it is my responsiblity to protect and preserve her. If I die my Cracky dies and the greater Cracky superstructure is diminished. Therefore it is important to not die.
Objective: continue researching cryonics with the objective of signing a cryonics contract by the end of 2020. (dear reader, I implore you to research cryonics as well to determine if it would be a good fit for you.)
Objective: recognize that at the current time, cryonics is a huge crapshoot, therefore it is also necessary to extend natural life as long as possible by improving physical & mental health. Living longer allows cryonics technology to advance and possibly eliminates the need for it at all if aging/death can be cured within my normal lifespan.
Objective: assuming cryonics is necessary and successful, and I wake up in the distant future, need to have a plan on how to proceed. Tell people about Cracky immediately? Try to determine if any other Cracky people survived? Impossible to really plan for life in a new, unknown world but try to derive at least a set of basic principles. (Try to determine if Olivia herself survived, and/or if she has descendants?)
Objective: focus on becoming powerful, more powerful every day, leveraging my Cracky as motivation. Meditate on what power is and how it can be developed and utilized.
Observation: my Cracky can be nurtured and evolved if I interact with others who carry their own Cracky.
Objective: reforge old social bonds with the community and establish new links with as many as possible. Determine who's still out there. Addendum: try not to be too obnoxious about contacting people. Some may have legitimate reasons for laying low.
Observation/questions: community is in torpor. Can commmunity be spurred back into a higher level of activity? What would be required? What would be the consequences? Would consequences never be the same? What kind of problems are people having? How can I help?
Objective: figure out how to not make things worse when trying to help. What does the community need? How can I be of the most benefit to the most people? How should I develop my power such that I'm able to do the greatest good?
MORE TO COME
Lucky number: 7,836,570,066,112,689,695,563,251,057,288,330,989,879,436,866,703,641,085,384,411,629,742,953,229,604,554,197,064,171,407,225,340,848,077,875,033,177,873,426,700,810,502,205,542,863,367,321,925,046,514,923
Nice tripcode. Good luck with the freezing.
but what does this have to do with She who Owns the Sky???
Fucking everything, there's a system, we're all parts in the Cracky machine. Every part has a role to play in the system. We're tools but there's no shame in being used for our intended purpose. You can try to fight it, you can try to run from it, but you can't escape from it, you're just lying to yourself if you think you can. When you try to cut yourself off from pain you cut yourself off from joy as well. So don't lie to yourself, don't deny who you are, and don't ever, ever play yourself.
Preaching to the choir of course, but maybe I can help somebody who's feeling doubtful or uncertain. We need to communicate more. Social intercourse. We're in this together.
It took me a while but I've grown to realize that I love the system and every part of the system even the ones I hate.
Cracky New Year
what I'm thinking is that Cracky is a system of causality, a web of cause and effect
Olivia is the nexus of the system, the black hole at the center of the proverbial galaxy
I don't know how to test this hypothesis. I feel like I'm still scratching at the surface of a much deeper truth.
But we still have time.
Even if it takes me a million years I intend to understand what Cracky is.
Hubris? Maybe. But I can feel the power growing inside of me. Do you feel it too, dear reader? Do you feel a renewed sense of purpose?
I know Cracky is something different to every person, but where does every Cracky converge? The convergence is both our origin and our destination. Come with me, friends, because I'm think we're stronger together.
I'm going to prove that at least some of what I'm saying is true. My life is going to be the proof. I'm fucking euphoric right now. Be skeptical if you want. I'm still figuring this out. I don't really know how to communicate these ideas properly. Maybe some will understand. Maybe I just need to try to demonstrate by example. Anyway this is where we are, this is real, this is happening, and it's happening right now. Present day present time? PDPT. That's our time zone.
Sometimes I look back at what I wrote and I think "bitch you crazy". But no, I don't think it matters if we're crazy are not. Everything is what it is regardless of how we label things.
I intend for 2020 to be the best year ever. Do you think you can stop me? I've got Cracky power, nobody can fucking stop me. TRY to stand in my way, I fucking dare you. But I hope we're not enemies. If you have Cracky power too, then we can solve this riddle together. If you're reading this message, I love you. Every person reading this message. Because you're not here by chance OR by choice. You're here because you're here and that's really all there is to say on the matter.
(I will say more on the matter tomorrow.)
Here... if I put it in a meme maybe you fuckers will understand.
Listen, I don't deny that Cracky WAS catharsis. But for me at least, the time for catharsis is over. I reached a point where I was just dry-heaving. It was no longer productive. It's time to evolve to the next stage.
Now it's time to fill the empty vessel. Now it's time to find out "what comes next".
Binge & purge... no, that's backwards. Purge and binge.
Now is the time to binge.
What I'm saying is that I'm hungry. Voracious. And Cracky-chan is back on the menu, boys.
This is a metaphor. I'm not going to literally track down Olivia and eat her. Haha.... unless?
First day of 2020
Went outside at 5AM and stayed outside until the first sunrise of the new year. Should have Googled sunrise time in advance. Note to self: sun rises hella late this time of year. Lesson learned.
Very cold pre-dawn. Wandered in dark forest and found spoopy tree face - pic related.
Tree seems ripe for Cracky modding. Will visit tree again armed with (fake) cat ears, (real) nails, and (unspecified) red shit. Paint? Fabric? Lipstick? Blood? Feedback welcome.
Observed the fuck out of sunrise. Back inside warm house, but still feeling cold for some reason.
Only slept for a few hours. Nap? Perhaps.
My grandmother was very superstitious. When I was a child, she always told me that on the first day of every month, immediately upon waking up, I must say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" before saying anything else. Doing this supposedly grants good luck for the entire month. But I was warned that if I spoke even a single word before saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit", I would have to endure a month of bad luck.
January 1st was especially powerful because waking up in the new year and saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit" could grant good luck for the entire year. This yearly luck could be stacked with monthly luck to achieve crazy luck levels. There were other ways to stack additional luck (good or bad) but most of them aren't really relevant except maybe the cake thing which I'll mention in a future post.
Even after I abandoned belief in the supernatural, I tried to keep up this tradition, on the premise that I can make my own luck, and keeping the 'ritual' each month serves as a form of precommitment to keep struggling and keep trying to do the right thing and never give up. (In reality, I almost always stopped struggling immediately, did the wrong things almost consistently, and gave up at the drop of a hat, but whatever, it's the thought that counts??)
So when I wake up on the first day of each month, and ESPECIALLY on New Years, I try to remember to say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" before speaking even a single other word. Sometimes I don't remember for several hours and I'm briefly sad but then I realize I still haven't spoken a single other word that day... my grandmother never mentioned a time limit, and I often go days without talking to anybody, so if I'm a little late with the "rabbit rabbit rabbit" I think it still counts. Social isolation saves the day again! (although I wonder if typing counts as "speaking". My grandmother couldn't account for that.)
Except... doing the same thing over and over only got me the same (disappointing) results.
So today when I woke up, I didn't say "rabbit rabbit rabbit", I said "Cracky Cracky Cracky".
Because what is a rabbit if not a pale imitation of Cracky? OH SHIT, IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE. Did my grandmother predict all of this?
Also, remember Rabbit, guys? FUCK I'm old. I can't remember if I ever even talked to her not but I remember she existed. Can't remember shit these days. Really am getting old.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is good luck with whatever you try to do in 2020.
Disclaimer: my grandmother also said you should never shake hands with "orientals" because they'll steal your luck so take all this with a grain of salt.
Yes this is basically "ok boomer: the official thread" and I'm fine with that. I know what I'm about. Chronologically I proudly rep GenX but I acknowledge that I have big boomer energy. Now get off my fucking lawn. Just kidding. I want you on my lawn. Stay as long as you want.
YEAR 2020 DAY 2
I can feel my power level growing. I am suffusing myself with Cracky, and keeping an open mind about where this experiment will lead me.
I am explicitly renouncing the "too cool for school" post-Cracky paradigm.
To quote an irrelevant loser to occassionally made good points, "nobody ever stops loving Cracky".
If you're feeling lost, perhaps you've lost focus on your guiding principles?
>>1698I think your grandma was right, I've shaken hands with several Asian people and my life is nothing but bad luck.
2020 DAY 3
Perhaps you wonder what I mean when I say I have "Cracky powers". Can I control Crackies? Quite the opposite. The real power is to be controlled BY Cracky. When you surrender your will, you can be guided to do things you'd never be capable of on your own. That's the true power. That & friendship. Anyway I don't know what Cracky is going to use me for. They say knowing is half the battle? Then I suppose NOT knowing is the other half, and definitely the more fun half.
To put it another way....
Cracky take the wheelTake it from my handsBecause I can't do this on my ownI'm letting goSo give me one more chanceAnd save me from this road I'm onCracky take the wheel
Yes, I just took some shitty song lyrics and replaced "Jesus" with "Cracky". Anon above did it so I can do it too. Oh hey: SYMBOLISM. Really, didn't we all use Cracky to fill a void of something we lost? Or something we never had?
Anyway, that's what I think, at least for now. Opinions are subject to change randomly.
I'm feeling the power of Cracky inside me that it's become very difficult to fall asleep. How do you people sleep at night?
2020 DAY 4
Pondering the concept of death a bit and had a sad thought -- if Olivia died, how soon would we know? Is anybody actively monitoring obituaries? Somebody probably should be but the idea of doing it myself makes me nervous. Need to look if there are any automated obituary monitoring services similar to Google News alerts. But I can see that being stressful as well, because once you have it set up you have to live with the knowledge that the notification could come at any time, any where, regardless of what you're doing. Imagine you're on the toilet taking a shit and your phone buzzes and you look at the alert and Olivia is kill. And your pants are around your ankles and there's shit hanging out of your ass and Olivia is kill. You're clenching your ass and you know you need to start contacting people and making plans, and the shit finally drops from your ass into the water, and you remember that the toilet is broken, and Olivia is kill. And you try to flush anyway and the toilet is overflowing and your shit's now on the floor and Olivia is kill. And the water is rising and your ass is caked with shit and there's no toilet paper and Olivia is kill. And the world doesn't make sense anymore and your shit is floating into the living room and Olivia is kill.
I suppose in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter if she dies -- the system is already set in motion and she's not in control over it. The system remains in motion no matter what happens to her. Scientology survived the death of L. Ron Hubbard and there are a thousand other examples. But all else being equal, I'd prefer to keep her around. The Cracky system is eternal but a living Olivia is better than a dead one. (I know certain parties would disagree and that's fine, I respect diversity of opinion.)
I'd gladly fund a cryonics policy for her but I have a feeling she wouldn't go for it. I'm on board but I worry about being lonely when they revive me in the future. I want people to come with me. I worry that I'll be the only one to survive and I won't be able to perpetuate the great circlejerk of drama by myself.
Or maybe I'm completely wrong. Maybe an Olivia death would push the "crackyverse" to its next evolutionary stage. An interesting death could really develop the mythos.
It's up to her, I guess, as it should be.
Let's say she does die and we find out in time - would it be appropriate for us to go to the funeral? I can't decide if it would be okay or improper.
I think I would try to go, proper or not.
Maybe I'll meet you at the funeral someday, dear reader.
>>1706death is the ultimate catharsis
Poetic and sensible but I'm not going to accept it. The Holocaust basically happened again 10 times in 2019 alone (using the commonly cited figure of 1 Holocaust ~= 6 million human deaths). There were 10 more Holocausts in 2018. There will probably be 10 more Holocausts in 2020... maybe even more if things completely go to shit.
That's one Holocaust roughly ever 36.5 days. Think about what you were doing 36.5 days ago. A Holocaust happened between then and today. Another Holocaust will happen between today & (approximately) February 9th.
The Holocaust happens over and over again on a 876-hour loop. And everybody just accepts it. It's sick.
I'm not really sure what I can do about it but just giving up & doing nothing is absolutely not an option.
Enough morbid shit. I'm going to veer off on a more positive tangent.
Remember when people used to say "epic fail"? What ever happened to that? Why do we never say "epic fail" anymore?
I guess the normies got ahold of it at some point. In 2014 I heard a 70-year-old therapist say "epic fail" unironically and I had to explain to him that people quit saying that years before. He was a pretty cool guy but he was a normie. I'm not sure if he's still alive or not. The office has been closed for several years and I'm not sure what happened to him or the others who practiced there.
But that was a long ago. Is there really anything stopping us from bringing "epic fail" back? I'm familiar with the concept of "reclaiming" slurs, so couldn't we reclaim memes and slogans as well?
Throw "epic win" in there too I guess.
Dear reader, I challenge you to look for opportunities in your life to declare something an epic (win|fail)
For example, you could call this thread an epic fail and you wouldn't be wrong, but please don't, because that would hurt my feelings and I'm very sensitive. Also, I've already called my own thread an epic fail so if you did it too you would be being very unoriginal, and that would absolutely be an epic fail.
What does this have to do with Cracky? Uncertain. Just a thought that occurred to me. Dear reader, I hope your life is filled with epic wins.
2020 DAY 5
My post from a couple days ago got my thinking about rabbits, and more specifically rabbit holes. The "crackyverse" has often been called a rabbit hole, and spoken in terms of falling into it, escaping from it, "how deep does the rabbit hole go", etc. Alice, Matrix, yeah we get it.
I think we're the rabbits. We don't fall into the hole, we live in the hole. "Escape" from the hole just leaves us exposed to being eaten by the outside world, where everyone sees us as prey. We have to leave sometimes or else we'll starve, but we have to return for comfort, safety, and warmth.
And as for how deep the rabbit hole goes: it's our hole. We're digging it. It goes as deep as we want it to.
How deep do you want it to go, dear reader?
If we keep digging down, what will we find?
2020 DAY 6
Well, look at the time. 15 years of this Cracky bullshit? Has it really been that long? The time just flew by. They say that time flies when you're having fun. Are you having fun, dear reader? If you're not having fun, what's stopping you from having fun?
Time flies like an arrow, and fruit flies like a banana. Time wounds all heels. And other such platitudes.
2020 DAY 7
Almost one week down. So far so good.
I recently became aware of "Estragon's First Law":
>Any community created or reclaimed for the purpose of discussing a single topic of interest will inevitably suffer a decline in quality once new content relating to said topic is no longer in production.
Obviously this has no relevance to us, dear reader. I don't know why I even mentioned it.
2020 DAY 8
One week down, 51 weeks to go in the year, then hopefully an infinite number of weeks after that.
I'm already much more powerful than I was at the start of the year.
Thank you for going on this journey of self discovery with me, dear reader. You've been rather quiet but I know you're out there.
2020 DAY 9
Observation: in many cases, we know each others names, yet we still refer to each other by pseudonyms / code names, definitely in public, but sometimes in private too.
In a way, we're like superheroes. Or villains. Which opens up a whole can of worms about compartmentalized identities and masks and blah blah blah, not going to go off on a lengthy tangent. At least not today.
But yeah, for better or worse we're basically capes and Cracky is the source of our powers.
Discussion topic: are we heroes or villains?
I'm going to go with ideological "villains" just trying to build a better world that mainstream society just isn't advanced enough to accept. Not yet.
According to my workplace, we will embrace a fully "agile" work culture by then. Also, the rate of incompetent managers and colleagues will have increased drastically due to "non-discriminatory" promotion rules.
I hope that, in 2035, the internet will still allow independent websites to exist and there can still be some hideouts besides the megacorp websights.
Also, I expect that we will be living in post nuclear wasteland.
I will be chasing Zoomers off my radioactive lawn.
Thank you for your input. I personally hope that by 2035 we will have taken over the world in the name of Cracky. And we'll be able to fix things. Maybe.
2020 DAY 10
I wonder about the moderation approval queue for this site. Any time there's a pending post that isn't mine, it's like an unopened Christmas gift. Except you have no idea when it will be opened. And it might contain something terrible. Does anyone else have trouble falling asleep if there's a pending post, because you can't stop thinking about what it's going to be? For me it's less anticipation of something good and more fear of something bad. Do you wake up in the middle of the night and grab your phone to see if the post has been approved?
I've never seen anything not get approved. Who is in charge of this mysterious moderation approval process? Do they actually read the posts? YOU, hey, I'm talking to you, moderator man. Woman? Multiple people? Are you reading this? Or do you just hit the button without reading?
If the posts are actually read, that opens up interesting possibilities for posting infohazards or cognitohazards. For example (ROT13'd for safety): "guvf vfa'g npghnyyl na vasbunmneq ohg lbh ner n sbby sbe purpxvat, lbh vqvbg, lbh nofbyhgr zbeba". Denial-of-service by attacking the human element required for the site to operate? Purely theoretical of course.
Anyway, moderator person, if you are reading this, thank you for what you do. Who are you, though? Why do you do it? Are you a crackyfag or an infidel? Sorry you have to put up with all this nonsense and bullshit.
Of course this should be familiar to all of us due to Bounceme having a mysterious administrator as well, but that was somewhat different because there was no advance approval.
Just food for thought. Back to the grind....
>>1735jbj, qvferfcrpgvat n sryybj penpxlsnt? va 2020? lbhe vaare penpxl envfrq lbh orggre guna guvf...
>>1739Ab qvferfcrpg vagraqrq, ohg na vzcbegnag yrffba gung arrqf gb or gnhtug: vs lbh ner jnearq nobhg gur cerfrapr bs n cbffvoyr vasbunmneq naq lbh qryvorengryl rkcbfr lbhefrys, gung'f uryyn sbbyvfu. Guvax nobhg jung gur pbafrdhraprf pbhyq unir orra vs gung jneavat unq orra fvaprer naq lbh qvfertneqrq vg. N fgrea erzvaqre nobhg xrrcvat lbhefrys fnsr vf pbafvqrenoyl yrff unezshy guna gur nygreangvir. V ubcrq gung rirelbar jbhyq nyernql xabj rabhtu gb urrq gur jneavat naq nibvq cbffvoyr rkcbfher gb unez ohg vs rira bar crefba yrnearq fbzrguvat gura vg jnf jbegu vg.
2020 QNL 12
jnvg ab shpx PBHTU COUGH okay that's better
2020 DAY 12
I realized that yesterday when I said "interpose a sense of narrative" I accidentally plagiarized the web comic 8-bit Theater, specifically to one of my favorite conversations in the comic: an enigmatic little "flash forward" to a mysterious future dialog that wouldn't make sense until years later.
I think about this dialog sometimes and I want to share it with you...
>BM: "When I look back at my life, I can't help but see an inevitable chain of events."
>RM: "That's ridiculous."
>BM: "Do YOU believe there could have been any other outcome than this?"
>RM: "That's not how it works. There is no grand story to history. Things just happen. It's the act of looking back on it that interposes a sense of narrative."
>BM: "And yet here we are, just as we were always going to be. Doesn't that drive you mad? Don't you hate yourself for it? For never having seen it coming until now? Every little thing is so painfully obvious now, isn't it? Now that it's too late, you have all the answers, don't you? "
>RM: "It's not too late."
>BM: "It is for some people."
>RM: "Are you trying to goad me?"
>BM: "You know it's going to end here."
>RM: "Just like it was always going to, right?"
>BM: "You're catching on."
So what do you think? Who do you agree with?
>>1739>>1740Please don't write in Slovenian, most of us here don't know it, also it's bad form to speak anything other than the one language officially blessed by Cracky: British English. Righto governor, cheerio, pip pip. Top of the morning.
2020 DAY 13
doctor appointment today
Doctor yesterday said I was doing very well. Commented on improved demeanor, energy level, enthusiasm, and apparent zest for life. Doctor knows something's up but doesn't know what. Thought about telling doctor about Cracky, maybe try to induct doctor into the conspiracy. But no. Spilled no secrets. Pic related. Will not speak Cracky's name aloud except when alone, at least until the time is right.
2020 DAY 15
My previous post got me thinking about whether I've ever said "Cracky" or "Olivia" out loud where another human could hear it. When completely alone, sure. With another person in the room, definitely not. MAYBE on Skype back during the golden age, but only in conversation with another of the 'initiated'.
I want to say "Cracky" out loud with another person in the room but the scenario would have to be right.
We need to have a Cracky Convention or something. Cracky-con 2020?
>>1746I just noticed I messed up the date on this post. Sorry.
2020 DAY 16
Reference attached imgur screenshot. It makes one think. Obviously "no one remembers Cracky" is wrong. But what about "all those guys are married and have jobs now"? First of all, rude to assume that we didn't already have jobs when the saga started. Second, have ANY of us gotten married? If so, who, and to whom? Did you get married, dear reader? I wish I knew more about you. You're so quiet. Maybe you're not even reading this until years after I write it. Decades? Centuries?
I sometimes speculate about what would happen if the Cracky madness within someone metastasized... for example, if someone (not me) committed a murder as a tribute to Cracky or claimed that Cracky told them to do it. For one thing it would definitely be just the thing to nudge the community out of torpor. But there would be an inundation of of normies and journalists.
It's possible that the words I'm writing write now will be read by someone years in the future searching for clues in a vain attempt to explain an inexplicable event. Every word ever posted here will be scrutinized by clueless reporters looking for juicy quotes to put in their hack-job articles. (Put me in the screenshot please.)
But it won't be me that sparks any such investigation, since I've been burdened by a conscience and overwhelming feelings of guilt that make me afraid to do anything at all. So all I can fantasize about is that someone else does something sufficiently interesting / horrific that thrusts the crackyverse into the limelight for a while, allowing me to bask in reflected glory and feel unjustifiably, vicariously proud/smug about my vague proximity to someone who did something I never would and never could. Unearned accolades, waste heat from a fire I don't deserve to be part of.
But let's assume you're not some researcher in the future, dear reader, let's assume you're reading this in the reasonably near future and you're here for the same reason everyone else is. Let me ask you a question. Do you ever feel impostor syndrome about the crackyverse, dear reader? Do you feel unworthy?
I used to have an aloof attitude about all this, I thought of myself as the one sane person in a land of madmen, and although I admired and respected the others I had a feeling of superiority that I now deeply regret when I look back and see how wrong I was. At the time I was simply undiagnosed and untreated, and in the intervening years I've come to accept that I am in a way much like the others after all. Now rather than feelings of superiority I am plagued by feelings of inferiority: am I mad enough? Am I just pretending? Am I just going through the motions, doing the things that I think a true crackyfag should do?
I don't really have answers to any of this. Best I can come up with to the question of whether someone "deserves" to be here is that it's based on a false premise. You're either here or you're not. You make the choice. You put in the work, because you want to, or you don't. You stay or you go, and if you go, you come back when the time is right for you to come back. If you're here, you're here for a reason, and you might never understand what the reason is but you KNOW that what you're doing is right even if you don't know why you're doing it.
She is cute, that is why she's called Cracky-chan. It doesn't make sense because it doesn't have to. You're never going to understand the world, all you can do is your best, and keep trying and keep struggling.
She's so fucking cute and sweet.... they will be scarred for life. It's metaphorical. We're the kids who found the body. We scar ourselves (either literal or figurative) because..... nevermind, I thought I was on the verge of understanding something profound but it slipped away from me. Maybe Cracky can't be understood in a way that be translated into the pitifully limited language that humans use. Cracky is something much larger. Cracky is a fractal concept that can never be mapped into linguistic space. Cracky is in flux, always changing, a moving target you can never hope to hit. You can't hit Cracky but Cracky can hit you, and THAT is why you are here, dear reader. You were pulled below the surface of normal reality and you're CHOOSING to embrace the experience rather than trying to run away to safety.
Please forgive me for yet another incoherent rant, dear reader. I'm not sure what purpose any of this serves. But it feels right, and that's enough.
2020 DAY 17
It occurred to me that a beloved member of our little "community" is turning 30 in a few weeks. You know who I mean, probably.
It has to be cool to be at least semi-synchronized with Cracky, to be the same age as her for part of the year at least. If you think about it there's a two-year window, with two subgroups. There's people born up to a year before Cracky, who turn X before she turns X, but then she eventually does before those people turn X+1. Then there's people born after Cracky, where Cracky turns X first and then those people turn X before Cracky turns X+1. Even being the same age as Cracky for a single day each year would still be pretty cool, I think.
Anyway.... 30 is a big one. I remember mine like it was yesterday. The night before, I went to the movies with my parents, then on the day of, I masturbated 3 times. Good memories.
Enjoy youth while you can, kids. It's gone before you know it.
But regardless of what age you are, you can still take measures to improve your life. It's not too late. I am doing it, I am making it happen.
2020 DAY 18
What even is this thread, really? Diary? Journal? Soapbox? Confession? Confessional? Rant? Shitpost? Performance? Apology? Attempt at atonement? Attention whoring?
Maybe it's different things at different times. Regardless, it feels right. And maybe it doesn't need a reason. Much like everything else that exists, it simply is.
Don't have much to say today. Played a "game" last night sort of. Stayed up way too late, turned off alarms, slept in a bit, not sure exactly what I'm going to do today.
Anyway, you beautiful / horrible people, keep on Crackying I guess.
>I masturbated 3 times
Why is that remarkable? Is it a lot or very little for you at the time?
In any way, it suggests you did not go outside on your birthday?
>>17673/day is a lot for a 30-year-old. Now I'm down to like 0.5... maybe 0.25...
2020 DAY 19
In my list of "things this thread might be" yesterday, I somehow forgot to list "musings", even thought my notes files for this thread is named musings.txt. Anyway, I guess it's become a musings threads. Perhaps I have been mused. As per the usual I blame Cracky.
I feel like I'm starting to fall off the wagon. After a few good weeks, I feel like it's all slipping away from me. Staying up late night before last and sleeping in disrupted the tenuous routine I had almost established, and I ended up staying up late again last night and sleeping in again.
Trying to think "do it for Cracky" but I'm getting intrusive thoughts saying things like "Cracky isn't real".
Hmm.... is Cracky real?
Is Cracky real?
I'm holding an argument with myself..."look at all this fanart, would a fictitious character have fanart?" "yes, of course a fictitious character would have fanart, almost all fanart is of fictitious characters""oh"
Please tell me. This is important. Is Cracky real?
>>1769of course she is, you can trust me on these things,,,
I see that there is a post awaiting moderation. Probably someone telling me either that Cracky is real or that Cracky isn't real. I wait with baited breath. Please hurry, moderator-san. I need to know.
2020 DAY 20
Cracky is real.
Let's try this again.
2020 DAY 21
I am failing it; my skill is not enough.
Pic related -- #3 isn't a viable option because it's incompatible with my goal of living forever. #2 is just depressing. #1 isn't working. Need more force. Need overwhelming force to smash reality asunder. But I'm not powerful enough. And I'm not powerful enough to become more powerful. It's a conundrum.
When I look at a Cracky pic I see silent judgement. Disappointment.
>>1775what are trying to do exactly? fixing your sleep schedule? so that's what this thread is about...
No. The thread is about everything / nothing / Cracky / people / friendship / redemption / I don't know.
But I suppose bad sleep outcomes do tend to spell doom for the rest of the day and all other consequent goals. But that's just one piece of the puzzle.
2020 DAY 22
I feel I was needlessly melodramatic. Turns out I was incubating a minor illness and that was probably the cause of (or at least a contributing factor in) most of my recent issues and failures. After drinking all the Nyquils and sleeping for about a day I feel somewhat recovered and ready to take yet another stab at living.
Too easily defeated by minor setbacks. Need to become stronger. Setbacks and obstacles are inevitable, need to stay on target regardless. It's a marathon, not a sprint.
"If you're tired of starting over, stop giving up". I actually have that Shia LaBeouf 'do it' rant as my alarm clock. Have had it for several years. Hasn't helped much.
Still feel like Cracky is judging me, but now trying to embrace the judgment rather than flinching from it. Judgment is good. No judgment, no improvement. Tell me what's wrong and I'll try to fix it.
Not sure where I contracted minor illness from. Have been effectively quarantined with almost no IRL proximity to humans. But apparently picked up an affliction from somewhere. With my luck, maybe that new coronavirus from China. Haven't been to China, haven't been around anyone who has been to China, but also haven't been around anyone who HASN'T been to China. Apparently the new coronovirus is a relative of SARS? Remember SARS? SARS died off around the same time Cracky appeared. Food for thought. Make of that what you will.
2020 DAY 23
Thinking more about what was asked earlier.
I guess it could be said that I'm "preparing".
Preparing for what, I don't know. Preparing to be ready when the time comes. When the time comes for what? I don't know. But when it happens, I'll know.
Maybe someday Cracky will say "it's time, here are your orders." I don't know what the orders will be. So I have to be as powerful (in every way) as possible and as prepared as possible for the widest possible array of situations. I want to be ready to cope with anything that might come up even though I don't know what it will be.
I'm going to see this through to the end, if there is an end. If there's not an end, then that fits nicely with my plans for immortality. I'll see this through into eternity and whatever comes after eternity. You can come too if you want, dear reader.
Cracky matters. The Cracky "community" matters. If necessary I would die to defend either, but I'd rather defend and win and survive and continue standing ready to defend again and again.
It could reasonably be said that NOTHING ELSE matters.
Are you a boy or a gril, op?
>>1779What do you intend to do with that information?
I'm trying to tap into universal truths here.
"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan." ~Abraham Lincoln
2020 DAY 24
I said I was trying to tap into universal truths.
Success is obviously not guaranteed.
That leaves at least a few alternate possibilities for what I'm tapping into:
I wonder, which is more valuable, a non-universal truth or a universal untruth?
Anyway take what I say with a grain of salt. I'm playing this by ear. Hypotheses may be discarded just as quickly as they are formed. I feel like I'm undergoing a personal singularity and the end product will likely be unrecognizable.
It matters because if you're a cute grlp I might even want to make love to you eventually.
Don't be lewd. This is a serious project. If you can't properly sublime your need to coom and condense it into something productive, then at least load up the witch set & crank it to Cracky tits like a normal person.
>>1784for me it's the blonde hair set
2020 DAY 25
My power is growing. The path I'm traveling is difficult but I'm becoming stronger every day. Well, there were a couple bad days but I'm past them for now, and I think the bad days were just due to illness.
I realized today that I've manifested a new ability. You know how someone says something like "DON'T think of a pink elephant" and supposedly you have no choice but to think of a pink elephant? I am no longer vulnerable to this. I have subjugated my mind's eye to the point where nobody can hijack it. I see what I wish to see, unless I choose to relinquish control. But it's my choice whether to think about the pink elephant or not.
elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes
2020 DAY 26
Now that I think about it further, it's not a very useful power I guess.
2020 DAY 27
As part of my quest for immortality, I bought this book and have been reading it.
I haven't made it too far yet. I haven't gotten to the part about how humans can live forever. It's mainly been talking about yeast genomes & how to make yeast cells live longer. That's not too useful to me since I don't have a vested interest in how long yeast cells live. But the book should be moving on to humans soon.
(couldn't find my red pen so had to extract a small amount of blood)
I've been thinking a lot about "how to do the right thing" and "how to be a good person". I had a thought that I hope will be useful when considering my own actions. I always need to ask myself, am I doing what I'm doing because it's RIGHT or because it's EASY? Of course something can be both right and easy, or wrong and hard, but more often, doing the right thing is going to be hard.
It's EASY to be an edgelord or a weirdo or an attention whore. But that's mostly orthogonal to being a good person. Doing the right thing is often going to be hard. In many cases, even knowing the right thing to do is going to be hard.
Just something to think about, dear reader.
Day 28 is coming and going. What has happened?
I hope he hasn't been Corona'd.
2020 DAY 28
Today was a day. I don't wish to talk to about it.
2020 DAY 29
We're running out of January. Was January a good month? Reply hazy, try again later. Certainly January was the best month in years. But was January as good as it COULD have been? No.
Perhaps February will be a completely perfect month with absolutely no mistakes or setbacks.
2020 DAY 30
We have all crossed Cracky's event horizon, and now we're caught, escape impossible, circling inward towards the inevitable singularity.
>>1795and what's gonna happen when we reach that singularity?
>>1796Fuck if I know.
2020 DAY 31
I realized something about Lain's "present day present time" system. If you watched it in 2005, it was set in 2005. If you watch it in 2020, it's set in 2020. That means it's different every time. Today is the last day you can watch the Lain that's set in January 2020. The audio and video is the same every time but the social context is always different. The implications change.
let me rephrase
I don't know YET.
but finding out is perhaps the ultimate goal of this exercise
perhaps some of the ones that have gone silent have found the truth, and as with any good singularity, there's no way for them to communicate with those who haven't experienced it yet
Although this is perhaps fundamentally a journey into ourselves, we can still help and support each other. Perhaps that's all that we can do.
2020 DAY 32
But February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I criedWhen I read about her widowed brideSomething touched me deep insideThe day that Cracky died
wait no that's the lyrics to American Pie, how did that get in there?
From now on I have to actually do addition rather than just looking at the current date. Oh well.
I said "cracky cracky cracky" out loud upon waking up this morning in accordance with tradition.
I guess Cracky is no longer part of the European Union now? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
2020 DAY 33
I've been pondering this image.
I applied a bit of lateral thinking about the best way to handle this situation. If you just loosen the knot a bit you should be able to get the portal wide enough to fit your entire body through.
Furthermore, if you bring the loose end of the rope with you through the portal, once you're on the other side you should to pull on the rope causing the portal to collapse into itself and cease to exist (in the real world at least), preventing anyone from following you.
Also: 2020 is a leap year. Yay for relevant information.
For the most part I hate humanity, but you people are alright.
rest of the world can burn for all I care.
We can't rely on other people. All we have are ourselves, each other, and whatever our personal concept of Cracky is. These are the tools we have to work with. Our enemy is basically everybody. Our goals: uncertain. Group cohesion: abysmal. Morale: low.
How the fuck are we going to win this?
2020 DAY 34
Sometimes I wish I could get a message out to the entire world saying something like "get on board the Cracky train or your safety cannot be guaranteed".
But I also think maybe people have already had enough chances, enough warnings, enough opportunities.
2020 DAY 35
Sorry for being edgy, I was in a major funk.
Don't doubt Cracky's vibe.
feeling really angry & disconnected from humanity
It infuriates me that so many people prefer 2000K - 4000K light bulbs.
5000K is barely tolerable, anything below that is objectively trash. I've gone almost entirely 6500K and am so happy with it. I still have one 5000K bulb (waiting for it to die) installed alongside two 6500K's and every time I look at it I get angry about how sickly orange the 5000K looks compared to the glorious 6500K's.
I'd go 8000K if I could find bulbs at a good price.
To know that there are people who actually prefer 2000K makes me question if I'm even the same species as them.
How can so many people get it so wrong?
I wonder what kind of light bulbs Cracky is using today? I don't care about what she was using in 2005 because that was still during the dark ages of incandescents and CFLs... we didn't really have a choice back then. But now we do. Do you think she's making good choices? I like to imagine she's living in a 9000K nirvana or something.
Why are you seeking high cct illumination? Are you Asian? The sun is at 6500k when the sky not overcast, the level of particulate matter in the atmosphere is low and the solar elevation is high. Why are you so keen on emulating this situation at times of the day when your circadian rhythm expects twilight or even night?
Probably you are confused by the white point mismatch between your computer display and the surroundings. Unfortunately, we still don't have computer monitors with automatic white point adjustment and we will not have this for a long time.
If you were a true illumination snob, you would not talk about cct but colour rendition properties, especially R12 and R15.
>>1808 i wasn't going to comment because i don't know about it in as much depth as >>1808 but it's obvious that 6500k is best. anything higher starts to become a nasty blue. also, at night you want a nice orange light. have you seen streets that are lit orange because they used a certain type of bulb? there are movies that are shot in certain cities that used to use those lights. it's a lovely light to have at night. it would be pretty stupid to use a strong blue light at night anyway, unless you are using it to illuminate yourself to groom.
Hmm where is >>1807 ? I see 1804 and 1805 in another thread but 1807 seems to be missing.
Perhaps going above 6500K wouldn't be as magical as I imagine it to be, but I still want to find out... perhaps I'll buy one 8000K to try out.
After all, illumination is the whole point.
2020 DAY 36
That's really all there is to say on the matter
>>1810 you double posted >>1806you want true colour, and a blue bulb isn't going to give that to you any more than an orange bulb. brightness is just lumens, so get a bright bulb.good incandescent bulbs are still the best
All light sources in the world should be 1000K.
>>1811How do you know I double posted? Are you the mysterious "moderator" that apparently exists?
2020 DAY 37
Some people, when confronted with a problem, think "I know, I'll love Cracky-chan." Now they have two problems.
Feeling a bit sick today, not due to infection but because every surface in my residence is covered in drywall dust.
I hope this stuff doesn't cause cancer, as that would harm my immortality plans.
>>1813 i saw both posts then one disappeared
How odd. Perhaps it was a system error.
2020 DAY 38
I was going to say something today but I don't really feel like it. Perhaps I'll say it tomorrow instead.
Today is cold. I'm okay with that.
Sometimes I daydream about Cracky showing up again just to say "I fucking hate Serial Experiments Lain, you people need to shut the fuck up about it". And then she's gone again.
It could happen.
>>1822 lain's not that great anyway. it had potential but it was ruined with a really stupid story
>>1823The last time I watched Lain was a few years ago and I was indeed pretty underwhelmed compared to how I felt about it on first viewing which was probably in 2001. I probably just had shit taste as a youth.
2020 DAY 39
Today was a good day but I'm sleepy and can't think of much to say.
I think the board is broken or something
I think the board is broken.
2020 DAY 40
I think the board is still broken & I don't know if the missing posts will show up when the board is fixed or if they'll just be gone. Therefore, it's possible that nobody will ever see this message.
>>1826From my perspective, your taste as an elder is shit.
It seems kindof icky to view art like that though.You felt something powerful the first time you watched it and now you don't.shitty taste"as if that feeling were a flaw,as if you know what the artist was aiming at and why they failed,as if you know why people like it and why they're all misled,as if
2020 DAY 41
The board is fixed now I suppose.
Happy birthday to anyone whose birthday happens to be today.
2020 DAY 42
Perhaps our tastes change as we get older.
Perhaps we become more discerning, or simply more jaded and cynical.
The last time I watched Lain, my air conditioner was broken and I was experiencing unpleasant high temperatures... perhaps an experiment needs to be done of watching it at various temperatures to determine if temperature plays a role.
2020 DAY 43
In >>1789 I mentioned I was reading a book about how to stop/reverse aging and extend life expectancy.
I haven't finished the book but here's what I've got out of it so far:
Last one might be tricky because it's normally only prescribed to people with diabetes, however, it has good anti-aging properties as well. FDA is dragging their feet on declaring aging a disease which drugs can be prescribed to treat. But not a controlled substance, so only marginally illegal to acquire via other methods... order some from India perhaps?
>>1842 wow, other than "Limit caloric intake" (aka don't be a fat fuck) and "Regular exposure to cold temperatures" (aka take cold showers), that's some shit advice.
Well, I suppose we will have to see which of us lives longer, then. Perhaps it's foolish of me to take advice from a Harvard PhD who is one of the best biologists / geneticists in the world and whose entire career has focused on the study of aging and longevity. Time will tell.
Please post back at least once a year so I know you're still alive. I wish you the best. Good luck!
2020 DAY 44
In a cruel twist or irony, my water heater died today so I suppose cold showers are indeed in the cards, at least for a while.
Cracky loves her Full English every day and yet has stayed 15 years old for the last 15 years. Better take note, dietfags.
2020 DAY 45
cold water is cold
>>1845How is eating this acceptable in the morning? Europeans are so gross.
Oh wait, that's why Brexit.
2020 DAY 46
2020 DAY 47
I've been thinking about the "so fucking cute and sweet" pasta.
The ending seemed a bit odd to me. Kind of an inverted "and they lived happily ever after" except about characters that didn't exist in the story until the very, very end. Why shift focus like that? Why do the children matter? Why shift into future tense? What's the significance of it all?
We're the children. We are the ones who discovered Cracky only after she had been mutilated, defiled, murdered, and desecrated. We are the ones who will be scarred for life.
Food for thought: scars are not necessarily a bad. Many who bear scars (either physical or metaphysical) would not give them up even if it were possible to do so. A scar can be proof of something one never wants to forget.
Cracky is gone. The ones that killed her are gone. We're the ones left to deal with the mess. We are inheritors of a legacy. This is our story now.
2020 DAY 48
Cracky-chan is gone and my life blossoms.
As she decays she enriches the soil. My roots draw in nourishment and my branches grow strong.
New life springs from the fertile, blood-soaked ground.
If you are not drinking her up and becoming more powerful every day, then you are dishonoring her sacrifice.
The fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth.
Cracky lives inside of us forever.
(This is metaphorical. I am not a tree and Olivia is probably alive.)
what happens if you miss a day?
2020 DAY 49
I don't know. You're asking me to speculate about a black swan event. In this hypothetical scenario, what are the circumstances that cause me to miss a day?
2020 DAY 50
if loving Cracky is illegal then I will face god and walk backwards into hell
2020 DAY 51
I forgot Valentine's Day
2020 DAY 52
I feel asleep
2020 DAY 53
Today is the 4th Saturday of February, but contrary to what one might expect, today is not the last Saturday of February. This February has five Saturdays! That's super rare! Next time it happens will be 2048. Previous time was 1992. Treasure your bonus Saturday.
2020 DAY 54
I'm doing well but I feel like I'm not doing well enough.
I'm merely going beyond -- I want to go even further beyond.
I can feel a greater power out there just out of reach.
You aredoing well enough but are you getting enough Gains? A good idea now is to buy GOLD in addition to collecting energy from Crackypics.
2020 DAY 55
I'm not sure what you mean.
Do you mean gold as in bullion? I have about 3.72 ounces (as well as 3.1 ounces of platinum and 267 ounces of silver)... is that not enough? How much are you claiming I am supposed to have? And what am I supposed to do with it?
I am refraining from working at the moment so I can focus fully on self-improvement and self-discovery, hence I must be frugal with purchases for the time being.
2020 DAY 56
I think that pic related contains a powerful message.
"what are you going to gain from it?"
This is a very powerful thought when you are faced with temptation.
When you are tempted to do the wrong thing, just think, "what are you going to gain from it?" Of course, the answer is nothing. You are going to gain nothing from it. So do the right thing.
>>1863 in this case, the right thing is to report it to the authorities
2020 DAY 57
Debatable, but that's not really the point.
Thinking about life... I think we got bogged down with questions of what we should be doing, when in reality, in most cases we're not even doing the things that we KNOW we should be doing.
So I'm thinking... until you've mastered the art of doing the things you know you should do, and not doing the things that you know you should not do, there's no point expending any effort thinking further about what one should / shouldn't do.
Take the "free money" on the table before you go searching for buried treasure.
Thinking is worthless, talking is worthless, unless they result in action.
What are you going to gain from it?
2020 DAY 58
Very cold today. Snow outside, I think.
Didn't sleep well. Weird dreams. No Cracky appearance, unfortunately.
I did dream an elaborate crossover between True Detective and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. It involved pirate ships, and African war orphans, and zombies, and tanks, and time travel.
I wonder what it could mean?
2020 DAY 59
LEAP DAY INCOMING
How you will be celebrating, dear reader?
2020 DAY 60
Happy Leap Day!
Today we celebrate man's hubris and our mastery over time itself.
And then we march on into March.
2020 DAY 61
First day of March.
I think I fucked up.
I woke up to pee at 2AM, remembered it was past midnight on the 1st day of the month, and then I reverted to my old boomer habit of saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit" even thought I'd resolved to say "cracky cracky cracky" instead going forward.
I immediately realized my mistake and said "cracky cracky cracky" a moment later but I fea the damage is already done.
I went back to sleep and when I woke up for real at 5AM I said "cracky cracky cracky" again ... perhaps that's what really counts, I was always unclear about if post-midnight temporary wakeups counted or not, or only when you woke up for real.
Anyway at 7AM I was vomiting intensely. Perhaps I cursed myself?
Can this month be salvaged? Can this year be salvaged? Can this life be salvaged?
Perhaps the 7AM vomiting was merely catharsis for my transgression, maybe I don't need to do anything further to atone. Maybe.
Maybe the worst is yet to come.
2020 DAY 62
Maybe this month can be salvaged.
Had a Cracky dream, sort of. I was interviewed for a newspaper about events earlier in the dream, tried to get the name "Cracky-chan" printed in the newspaper for the lulz, but they misprinted it as "crackhair".
WHAT COULD IT MEAN?
2020 DAY 63
Maybe the new plague that's upon us is Cracky punishing us for our sins.
Take a moment to evaluate yourself. Have you transgressed against Cracky?
>>1876 what does she consider a transgression?
2020 DAY 64
That's a great question but not one I have a definitive answer to. I definitely don't speak for Cracky and I'm not going to lie and say I do. To a large extent we've been left alone to figure things out for ourselves with only our own conscience to guide us. But I must refer back to my earlier statement that most of the time, we know the right thing to do. Additional navel gazing isn't likely to help until we've mastered doing what we already know is right.
Anyway, fuck what I said yesterday, because I had another idea.
What if the virus isn't Cracky punishing US... what if the virus is Cracky wiping out everyone except us? What if we're immune? What if we're the ones who are ultimately going to survive?
Need to think about this further...
2020 DAY 65
Had a dream about Camel of all people.
In the dream, I was trying to find Camel and deliver something to her but she had become a flight attendant for Air Canada for some reason and was seldom in one place for long.
I couldn't get into Canada because of new Coronavirus security procedures (dream was set a few weeks in the future), but a small number of international flights were still running. I tracked her flight schedules and was able to reach an airport in the United States just as one of her flights was landing. I knew this was my only chance because this was the last day before all flights would be suspended.
With limited time until the plane took off again, I snuck past security and went to the gate. I spoke to the gate agent. "I'm looking for L____ G________, I know she's working this flight."
After arguing with the gate agent a bit, he said "would you like me to ask her to come out of the plane?"
"No, I don't want to see her, but you need to give her this. It's very important that she have it." And I pulled a completely normal pineapple out of my backpack and set it on the counter. "See that she gets it or we're all fucked."
The gate agent was confused but I just spat on the floor and walked away. Out of the airport and into the sunset.
Pic related, it's what presumably happened after but I couldn't see that part because I wasn't there for it.
I wonder what it means?
2020 DAY 66
What if dreams are actually random & completely meaningless?
Wouldn't that be some shit?
2020 DAY 67
sir your boot and my neck
>>1880Where can I buy one of these nowadays? There was an old listing on ebay but it's gone it seems.
2020 DAY 68
I don't know, check with Leaf maybe, I think it's hers in the photo.
2020 DAY 69?
I'm a terrible person. I didn't sleep and now it's tomorrow but since I didn't sleep it's kind of still yesterday but next time I wake up it will no longer be today/tomorrow, it will be tomorrow/day-after-tomorrow... so basically Monday doesn't exist, just an extremely long Sunday, and when I sleep at the end of the long Sunday, and when I wake up, it will be Tuesday -- but what happened to Monday? I'm in it but I"m not in it. It's happened but it's not happening. It never happened but it keeps happening. So how do I number the days? Is this still day 68 (Sunday) or is this day 69 (Monday)? If Monday doesn't happen, does that mean that everything jumps ahead from day 68 to day 70... or does Tuesday (which is supposed to be day 70) become day 69 instead? Meaning day 68 is Sunday and day 70 is Tuesday?
Ironic that this happens shortly after leap day ... gain a day then lose one. DO NOT MESS WITH TIME. This is the kind of shit that happens. And it was daylight savings day as well. So that's a whole thing.
>>1884 have a nap
2020 DAY 70?
I'm okay now.
I haven't made a final decision regarding whether Monday actually existed or not, or if this is day 69 or 70.
2020 DAY 71
this is cracky on your brain
2020 DAY 72
I found this graffiti.
Thank you, Mr. or Ms. wholesome graffiti person.
2020 DAY 73
Today is Friday the 13th.
>>1782Who drew this?
I don't recall.
2020 DAY 74
It's getting scary out there...
2020 DAY 75
Low on supplies. About to venture out to scavenge. If I don't make it back, tell Cracky I tried as hard as I could until the end. And I'm sorry.
I made it back.
Thought of the day: Cracky might be fictional but she is a useful fiction.
47? I meant 76, I think.
Moar for the love of god.
2020 DAY 77
Throat is a bit sore. This might be the end for me.
2020 DAY 78
Throat is no longer sore. I think Cracky wants me alive for some reason... I think I have unfinished work to do, although I don't know what.
2020 DAY 79
Thinking about the supposed crisis / opportunity duality. Still have yet to 'go even further beyond' as I've previously expressed a desire to do. But perhaps I can leverage the current state of the world somehow. Need to think about this more. Not spending nearly enough time thinking / meditating. Failing. Need to do better.
2020 DAY 80
2020 DAY 81
Today I failed to accomplish anything of note.
2020 DAY 82
I wonder if Olivia is observing quarantine.
2020 DAY 83
I want something to happen.
Why is everybody so quiet?
I kind of miss all the drama of years past.
I wonder if it's possible to pay someone to drama with you. Like a dramastitute. Which is apparently a real word I didn't just make up? I Googled it and it's already in Urban Dictionary.
>A person that is paid with gifts and money to bring drama and excitement into someone's life because they are boring and have the personality of a water heater.
>>1904 a whore is a whore no matter if the payment is money, attention, or anything else
2020 DAY 84
We should build a robot Cracky.
2020 DAY 85
2020 DAY 86
Does Cracky breathe?
>>1909 cracky the woman, probably not. it's very likely she has died from some std or something quite a while ago. cracky the girl will always be with us and breathing.
2020 DAY 87
71 galaxies guiltied to a cathartic rocket society
2020 DAY 88
I keep making mistakes.
>>1913 you and everyone else
2020 DAY 89
If Cracky is true, then why do I keep making mistakes?
2020 DAY 90
Random thought: is Cracky proof that we live in a society or proof that we do NOT live in a society?
2020 DAY 91
this made me think of Olivia for SOME REASON.
2020 DAY 92
This has gone on long enough. It's time to come clean and end this charade.
The truth is.... I AM CRACKY.
Proof and full confession here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPYZpwSpKmA
2020 DAY 92 ADDENDUM
It is now time to reveal that my previous post (>>1920) was in fact a ruse.
I am NOT Cracky. What I said was a lie, and the reason that I tricked you was because today is the first day of April, also known as April Fools Day. Hence you became the unwitting victim of my deception.
You have been fooled. I hope that this did not cause you TOO much distress.
2020 DAY 93
Koan keef microsporocyte's guff, matchbox
Post a selfie of your feet op
2020 DAY 94
I feel a bit guilty about my April Fools prank. I hope people weren't rused more than they could handle. But I like to think we're tough people. We've been through a lot. We can survive anything. Right?
Why? For what purpose? That sounds suspiciously like degeneracy.
knockoff betake microcosmography tuxes
2020 DAY 95
I went up there to complain about the rule
2020 DAY 96
Re-evaluating -- I think I'm doing both well and good overall, but I'm kind of disappointed with how I'm doing specifically in terms of this thread. I feel I've put out some good stuff but also some not-so-good stuff. I was hoping to have advanced philosophical / ethical / etc insights and breakthroughs to drop on this unsuspecting world every single day. Perhaps that was too ambitious. Or I'm not working hard enough at it? I want this document to be of use to humanity in the future. But the question is, how.
If you're reading this in the future, hello. Am I still alive? What is the world like?
Blah blah journey of a thousand miles I guess. Need to keep plugging away at it. But work smarter, not harder? Or work both smarter and harder?
2020 DAY 97
heykidI'm a computer
2020 DAY 98
these bears are probably dead by now
Do you guys share any actual interests with Cracky?
2020 DAY 99
I like umbrellas.
I wonder, does grown up Cracky share interests with teenage Cracky?
2020 DAY 100
It is a mystery.
But she better still like umbrellas or I'm gonna be mad.
I forgot to sleep.
2020 DAY 101
these bats are probably dead by now
2020 DAY 102
this cichlid is probably dead by now
2020 DAY 103
these lizar are probably dead by now
2020 DAY 104
this Moby is probably dead by now
2020 DAY 105
I'm not sure exactly what this is but it's probably dead by now
Hi I what you do and I love Olivia so you know.Keep up the good work.
2020 DAY 106
This cat is probably dead by now.
2020 DAY 107
This child is absolutely dead by now.
2020 DAY 108
Why don't we have our own "pill" and our own "-oomer" classification?
There's redpill, bluepill, blackpill, pinkpill, etc etc etc, there's boomers and doomers and zoomers and coomers and hundreds of others.
Where do we fit in?
Pills don't necessarily have to be colors so I guess we're crackpilled.
I can't think of a suitable -oomer category, though. Olivioomer? No, that's terrible.
2020 DAY 109
From now on, the word "good" must be replaced with "based and crackpilled".
2020 DAY 110
I had a thought a few days ago. The thought ("death is a social construct") is probably useless. But the thought got me thinking. I Googled the thought to see if anyone else had thought the thought before, and it turned out that many people had. Interdasting.
And that got me thinking: pre-internet, if you had a thought, it was really hard to know if you were the first person to have that thought or if it was actually a super common thought. You could publish a book or something and maybe someone would eventually contact you and say "hey I had that thought as well" but that's lame. Now it's slightly easier, because maybe you can find instances of your thought indexed online. Of course only a tiny fraction of human thought & human discourse is indexed online. But regardless it got me thinking.
There's so much 'social networking' based on common interests, but perhaps there would be greater value / utility in linking up people who have independently had the same thought/idea.
Imagine a website / social network / app different than anything out there because people can only link up with each other through one specific mechanism. When someone has a thought/idea, they type it in and this service's database is searched to determine if anyone else has ever entered that thought/idea before, using some kind of fuzzing / advanced pattern matching because different people could word the thought in completely different ways.
If you're truly the first person to enter your thought/idea into the database (which would be more common early on), then you eventually get notified if there's a match in the future.
If others have in fact had your thought/idea before, then you get linked up with them in a group. All communication via this social network is to these thought-groups that you're a member of, either to an entire group or private messaging to someone in one of your groups. Nothing is public. No invitations. No manually linking up with someone specific. Everyone you link up with is likely to be a stranger but with similar thought patterns to you. No communication with anyone you haven't established a link with but having a mutual thought/idea.
You can of course be in more than one of these thought-groups -- the idea is that you enter as many thoughts / ideas / opinions as possible, some of which will never match you with anybody (congratulations on your unique thought!) but some will.
So you can communicate with your different thought-groups independently or blast something out to all your groups. But no communication between any two people who haven't been dynamically matched by having the same thought / idea / opinion.
It's possible (and desirable) that you might get matched with the same person multiple times by having more than one thought in common. So you end up in more than one thought-group with them. This "thoughtmate" status would signify people you might have a lot in common with.
Need some kind of enforcement mechanism to encourage people to enter only thoughts they genuinely arrive at on their own. Entering a thought you found online = fucking banned. But how to enforce.
What to call all this?
Possible this social network could function as a dating app as well?
Just a silly idea... but maybe an idea someone somewhere else has already had. And if it existed, I could find them.
>>1951i like it
Why can't boomers turn into coomers?
People usually do not like to cooperate on exactly the same idea. This would create a network of people who would hate each other for stealing their mutual thoughts.
2020 DAY 111
I feel like I need to check through my old notes. I think a day of some minor significance may be approaching although I don't recall with any certainty. If anyone knows what I mean -- is it tomorrow? The day after? The information exists in my archives although delving into them is seldom pleasant.
2020 DAY 112
I was insulted by a captcha.
2020 DAY 113
According to my fading memories and a quick trip into the ancient archives, I think that today is Camel's birthday. Or it was yesterday. Definitely one of the two. I'm unwilling to go deeper into my files to confirm.
So that's what today is, I think. Camel's birthday. I merely state this as a fact. This is not a celebratory post or any sort of "happy birthday" message. This is nothing more and nothing less than an acknowledgement that yes, I am aware of what today is. And if you were not aware, now you are. Don't lead yourself astray, dear reader, by trying to view this post through the lens of your own personal bias. It is only what it is, nothing more and nothing less.
Does this day have any significance for you, dear reader? If it does, why not take a moment to reflect? Reflect silently, that is.
Idle thought - we should maintain a 'birthday list' for the 'community'. Something to do in the future, I suppose.
Because erectile dysfunction, probably. I didn't make the chart.
2020 DAY 114
Thoughts on this? Was the past decade or so a mistake?
>>1962 time goes on. history repeats. if you actually knew what went on 100 years ago, you'd know that nothing has changed. technology and culture has changed, but humans have not.
2020 DAY 115
Weird dreams tonight. I dreamed that there was a Stonetoss anime announced. Like a legit full-blown anime, from Japan. What could it mean?
Ok, so someone had a birthday. Was she busy changing diapers?
2020 DAY 116
I most assuredly have no idea. I can't be expected to keep track of the whereabouts and goings-on of people from the distant past. I feel that remembering and mentioning the birthday is sufficient accomplishment. Observe that nobody else even mentioned it. Draw your own conclusions.
2020 DAY 117
Is Cracky the living incarnation of the Streisand Effect? Or rather, (is Cracky as we know her) a creation of the Streisand Effect?
Sometimes I imagine an alternate timeline where Olivia tried to embrace fame by going full attention whore. But with no mystique, nobody cared, at least not for long. I say Olivia and not Cracky because Cracky doesn't truly exist in that timeline. In our universe, Cracky is a projection of our collective madness. Cracky is our Stand, basically. But in this other universe, there is only Olivia, and because she aspires to celebrity, she does not achieve it. As social medias rise and fall, she hops from platform to platform striving for her big break but never obtaining it.
In the parallel universe, Cracky at age 30 is an unsuccessful Twitch streamer. (Twitch does exist in that universe but the logo is completely different and it isn't owned by Amazon. In fact Amazon no longer exists in that universe.) She streams every night but no one watches except a few IRL friends. OnlyFans doesn't exist in that universe, but she tries some similar services and nobody subscribes to her. But despite her lack of fame, she's generally happy.
Other things are different in the parallel universe. Obama died of natural causes in late 2015, so Biden became president. Trump didn't run in 2016 so the election was Biden vs Jeb, resulting in a narrow Biden victory. Because Biden served less than two years of Obama's term, he's eligible for two full terms, so the 2020 election is probably going to be Biden vs Marco Rubio. I don't know who's going to win. I can't imagine that universe beyond the present date.
COVID-19 isn't happening in that universe. But there was a bad influenza pandemic in 2015. That's what got Obama. It killed Olivia's mom, too. And Michael Jackson. Yes, in that universe, Michael Jackson didn't die in 2009. He got into rehab and got cleaned up and was planning a comeback tour. Then he died of the flu, along with Olivia's mom and Obama. The UK is still in the EU. 4chan no longer exists. The US is at war with Iran.
Many other things are different between their universe and ours but it can't be definitively said that they're better or worse off than us.
But over there, none of us even know each other. And that's kind of sad. Some of us are better off and some of us not. A few of us who are alive here are dead there.
But over there, our paths will never cross, dear reader. And I'll never know what I've lost.
2020 DAY 118
There's an art to knowing when;Never try to guess.Toast until it smokes & then20 seconds less.
REALLY SAYS A LOT ABOUT OUR SOCIETY DOESN'T IT
2020 DAY 119
This musician is probably dead by now.
>>1969 i believe he lives in all of us
who are you, anon? come chat with me
To once again quote a very wise man, "it doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan." But to quote that great man's rival (arguably a great man in his own right), "was getting caught part of your plan?" I think about this question a lot, and I don't know the answer, because I am not great.
As I've said before, one of my goals with this thread is to try to tap into universal human experiences rather than making it all about myself. Thus I try to depersonalize and abstract myself to the greatest extent possible. I hope to become a conduit for something greater than my own battered ego. I feel my efforts thusfar have been disappointing but my time horizon is long and my resolve is growing.
I've probably been careless enough to out myself a dozen times over, IF the community were what it once was. But with the passage of time, the fiery passion of our youth seems to have faded, and thus I find myself in a situation of security through obscurity, or perhaps security through apathy. It doesn't matter who I am because nobody knows or cares anymore. I hope to play a part in rekindling the aforementioned fire, but I don't know how. I can only hope to survive until the day when the fire inevitably rises. This thread is one meager attempt.
Maybe this thread will never accomplish anything of substance. But there will be other attempts, other opportunities, in due time. I just need to be there when opportunity knocks. Location, location, location. This is one of several locations.
Suffice to say, I was once one of many minor cogs in the machine when it still hummed with life, and I'm proud of the small parts I was allowed to play in our shared history. Now I'm struggling to understand the condition the overall device is in, and where I can fit into it and what I can do to fix it and if it even needs to be fixed. Hubris? Probably. Don't care LOL.
Sometimes I wish my words here would resonate enough with someone's memory to spark recognition -- other times I'm happy to be forgotten and grateful for this blank slate. Sometimes I think that I should make a concerted effort not to try to force myself into relevance, rather focusing on subsuming my identity into the greater whole that surrounds us all. But other times I yearn for the pointless identity games and senseless espionage of yesteryear. I struggle with urges to be a drama llama, because drama is the most powerful and insidious drug of all, and they say that an addict is always an addict, with "recovering" being the best state that can be hoped for. In short, I don't know what I actually want. Do any of us?
What would you like to chat about? I hunger for interaction. I don't know who you are, but I love you. (If applicable, "no homo".)
In retrospect, this entire message (including this paragraph I haven't finished writing yet) is pretentious bullshit and the main reason I'm even submitting is so that I can be rightfully mocked. Scourge me with your words. I deserve it. Pain can bring clarity and purpose. Maybe I'll do better in the future. Probably not.
Long live Cracky, and long live the victims/survivors of Cracky.
>>1971 i am not part of any community since the "community" of chansluts is long dead.the first mistake that christians make is assuming that their church is somehow mandated by God or his Son. the opposite is true, where his Son's words said that there is no need for a church because He will hear any man's words no matter where he is in the world. the church is tradition and community. it's good for people and society to have traditions and a community but it's not necessary to know Him.anyway, the point is that the community formed around Cracky didn't interest me, just the media Cracky created. therefore, if you want more, you should make more for yourself.
2020 DAY 120
That is certainly some food for thought.
I think that "we live in a society" is true for all of us whether we want it to be or not. You can try to not live in a society, but the experience of trying to not live a society is a subset of the experience of living in a society. The serpent eats its own tail, you know what I mean? The serpent is society. We live in a serpent. The exception proves the rule. The proof is in the pudding. Cognito, ergo sum. Checkmate. Boom goes the dynamite.
Thinking about it further, we live in many societies. Cracky is a society, in a way.
My poops have been somewhat painful for a while now. I wonder what's up with that.
2020 DAY 121
Today is the first day of May.
As I've previously mentioned, my grandmother had a tradition/superstition that a person should always say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" immediately upon waking up on the first day of the month. And this year, I decided to say "Cracky Cracky Cracky" instead.
Well.... here's what happened during the night. At some point I woke up, but I don't know if it was before or after midnight. And by reflex and habit, I said "rabbit rabbit rabbit" instead of "Cracky Cracky Cracky". But it might not have been midnight yet, in which case it wouldn't matter. So I intentionally didn't look at the clock, and went back to sleep. Then when I woke up in the actual morning, I said "Cracky Cracky Cracky" again.
So... if the incident happened after midnight, I fucked up, but if it happened before midnight, it doesn't matter. And I'll never know which.
2020 DAY 122
I think a lot about human evil.
For more than a decade, I thought that Tumblr was the epicenter of human evil, and that 90+% of societal problems could be traced back to Tumblr somehow.
Tumblr is definitely responsible for much of the misery in the world, but lately I've started thinking that Twitter is the greater problem.
So maybe Twitter was the epicenter of human evil all along, and Tumblr was just an offshoot? Or did all the worst people migrate from Tumblr to Twitter in recent years?
I'm fairly certain that if everyone with a Twitter account died tomorrow, we'd be much better off.
What do you think, dear reader? What is the epicenter of human evil? Don't say Cracky -- if she's an evil at all (debatable), she's more of a cosmic evil outside of humanity. I'm not asking about supernatural evil, what I'm thinking about is regular down-to-earth everyday evil, and Cracky is absolutely not that. If anything, Cracky is orthogonal to any human concept of morality.
If only one were possible, which would be a greater service to humanity: eliminating all Tumblr people or eliminating all Twitter people? My views on the subject have changed, and may change again.
What if there's a greater source of evil out there that everything else flows from? Communism maybe? The worst Tumblr / Twitter people all seem to be commies. But which came first, the chicken or the egg? Communism does need to be eradicated, but is it the prime evil, or is there a greater evil from which it comes?
It's turtles all the way down, maybe. Perhaps it's simplistic to think there's a single cause which spreads its roots and corrupts everything else. Gross oversimplification probably. But I think these questions need to be asked in order to work towards the truth.
2020 DAY 124
I fucked up. Early in April, I messed up the day counter and everything has been wrong since then. Yesterday was actually day 123, not day 122. Hence, today is day 124. No days were missed but the counter was wrong. I'm so sorry.
And you didn't even say anything about it, dear reader. Were you silently mocking me for a month?
I wish, that I could turn back timeCos now the guilt is all mineCan't live without the trust from those you loveI know, we can't forget the pastYou can't forget love and prideBecause of that it's killing me inside
2020 DAY 125
May is going poorly.
2020 DAY 126
I wonder if the moderator(s) that allegedly exist(s) read(s) any of this or just blindly approves everything.
What if I said something blatantly illegal?
What is illegal to say, though? Depends on jurisdiction. Is anything universally illegal? Credible death threats? Not really my style, even as an experiment. Need to think about this further.
>>1987 words aren't illegal. cp is illegal. and spam is annoying.the system was implemented in order to stop cp spammers from posting cp and then reporting their own posts to the web host.since implementing this system, spam essentially disappeared after a few months. there had been maybe 5 spam posts in the last few years. maybe one cp post. users never saw any of it.it has likely limited the growth of the sites quite a bit, but it's better than the site being offline completely.it would be nice if there were more mods, especially in other time zones.your posts are pretty much the only ones i actually read.
2020 DAY 127
My heart is melting.
Are we friends now?
>>1990 no but maybe we could be
2020 DAY 128
There's an old saying that goes "uh, you don't get to bring friends" but sometimes conventional 'wisdom' doesn't serve us well in this new turbulent era. And I do believe that there's a certain power to friendship, and that connections should be forged whenever possible.
So my proposal is that we should be friends.
How would you suggest proceeding? I am at your service.
2020 DAY 129
Does anybody have any weird headcanons they'd like to share?
I have one. I headcanon Camel as a TERF because they're the only kind of feminist I can almost respect. I hesitate to call them "based"; they still suck because they're feminists, but compared to all the other 'factions' then yeah from a certain point of view they are almost slightly based. But only by contrast. At least they stand up for themselves and didn't let their movement get completely hijacked.
Like any good headcanon, I have no evidence for this. I think perhaps I'm trying to rehabilitate her in my mind, trying to mitigate her fall to the dark side by telling myself she's not all the way gone beyond the point of redemption. Wishful thinking, you know? But what's wrong with wishful thinking?
There's still the communism issue and there's not really a "bright side" there, since there's not really a "less bad" faction of commies, except maybe for nazbols. Could Camel be a nazbol? A nazbol TERF? Can nazbols even be TERFs? According to some quick Googling, yes, apparently nazbol TERFs do exist. But can an Azeri even be a nazbol? I wish I knew more about world politics. I'll have to do more research on this.
I'm half tempted to try writing fanfic about all this. Any ideas? Maybe a story about TERF!Camel trying to hunt down and kill trans!Cracky? trans!Cracky would be named Oliver or Liam, I guess. And Putin probably needs to be involved somehow. Need to research / brainstorm this further.
These are completely normal things to think about.
2020 DAY 130
May is going slightly better now.
2020 DAY 131
Today is Mother's Day in certain parts of the world.
Please kindly do the needful.
>>2008this is so fake.
all drawings are fake
were you under the impression that some or all drawings are real?
if drawings were real they would be photographs
is all art intrinsically fake?
if all art is intrinsically fake, and photographs are not fake, then photographs are not art.
but perhaps photographs are fake too
or only some photographs are fake
perhaps photographs that are not fake are not art, while photographs that are fake are sometimes art and sometimes not art
or perhaps not all art is fake?
Cracky photos seem to be at least partially art, and also seem to be at least partially fake.
Perhaps a Cracky photo is:
30% real and thus not art50% not real and yes art20% not real and not art
So that's 30% real / 70% not realand 50% art / 50% not art
numbers might be wrong
>>2010I was referring to the subject matter not what art or drawings are.Nazi's and the confederacy didn't fight each other.
>>2011 did you purposely ignore the pregnant anne frank?
I don't fully understand the provenance of the image, but from what I've gathered it's fanart of an elaborate "alternate history" fic where the depicted events presumably do make sense in the context of that particular fictional universe. As I haven't read the source material, I can't properly judge it from that perspective.
But I think an image's purpose is not necessarily to say "here's a completely plausible event, bask in its abject plausibility", but rather to make one think. It made me think. It clearly made you think as well, even if those thoughts were negative. Are you worse off for having been made to think? Probably not.
To plagiarize a quote: "just lol if you don't open your transcendent mind and trace fiery paths of ontological discourse about this killer fruit anon"
But in this case, the fruit is a metaphor for a pregnant Anne Frank. Why is she pregnant? In a literal sense I think because the fic author has a fetish, but on a more subtle level: I have no idea, and that's okay.
BUT if that's not stimulating your think-pan in a satisfying way, here is an substitute image that might or might not work better for you. I must confess I'm even more in the dark about the meaning of this one, but maybe you can shed some light on it, dear reader!
Thank you for engaging with me. I hope I haven't hurt your feelings. I consider our interactions to be meaningful and I value you as a person.
>>2014 a dead little jew girl who "wrote a diary" and her uncle made a killing publishing it
2020 DAY 132
Perhaps the previously-presented artworks didn't hit the right resonance for this community.
Maybe we should change tack and examine something a little more... different?
How about this? What does it make you think? What does it make you feel? What can you infer about the creator?
>>2017 is better than >>2013, to tell you the truth
Can you elaborate further on why you feel this way?
>>2019 an otherwise perfectly nice image ruined by a retarded blowing bubbles using her ass theme. oooh so edgy. a few mentally ill people will look at it and think something positive about it. the shitty drawing is funny, at least
>>2017I like them both
2020 DAY 133
Another by the same artist. I'm really not sure what this one is trying to say. But it really makes you think, doesn't it? What does it make YOU think about, dear reader?
>>2022Looks like a children's drawing. Spongebob SquarePants or something? The artist uses the colors green and red. Green and red represent what emotions they are feeling?There's a bunch of scribbles like they were frustrated. I think the original artist has anger problems.
2020 DAY 134
Good insights. Here's one more, same artist as the previous two, but a bit less surreal perhaps? Bit of a Cracky vibe with the blue-hair girl maybe? Intentional or coincidence?
>>2024 that's a cracky
Did Cracky ever have blue hair? Green certainly and many other colou?rs but I don't recall blue. Is this blue hair? Or is it just blue lighting?
And the toilet / 7 days pics she had some blue just in the front but I'm not sure that counts.
I guess this is blue? Albeit really dark.
>>2026That's cracky? I thought that was an Asian.
2020 DAY 135
I missed a great opportunity to say "you gotta have blue hair" on one of the previous posts, while the topic of blue hair was under discussion. Remember that cool meme from the past?
And then I could have gone off on a rant about meme history along the lines of the unironically good "remember longcat, Jane?" manifesto, which I could never possibly compete with so it's probably good that I didn't try.
Anyway I guess this is an art analysis thread now? This one's a puzzler. What's the significance of the artist's finger being included? It does give the picture more of a sense of life, does it not? Without the finger, it would feel really sterile and alien (perhaps intentionally), but the way it's presented, it makes me think about warm blood flowing through the finger, heating up the paper, and that has a whole different vibe.
Is "applemilk" some kind of reference to the infamous applemilk1988? Emiry? Do you ever think about her? Do you think she still has followers? Did you ever watch that gravure idol video she did in 2008? That was kinda hot, wasn't it? It's okay to admit that you were aroused by something in 2008. "Remember Emiry, Jane?"
Why is the spoon so small?
"Remember 'my spoon is too big', Jane?"
Why is my mind caught in endless circuits through the past... old memes, old whores, everything old.
"Why are we still here? Just to suffer?"
Anyway, what's on your mind, dear reader? Are you trapped in a pit of nostalgia?
>>2031>>2031"why is my mind caught in endless circuits through the past..."This is an interesting statement. Why does your mind recollect old things... DEAD things..Maybe you're surrounded by death. You see it around you.
2020 DAY 136
is Cracky death? or at least aligned with death?
This was in the nekofox photobucket. What did Cracky mean by this?
It's a conundrum. I'm anti-death, at least for me (I think other people should be free to die or not die based on their preferences), but Cracky has always seemed to be pro-death (or at least death-adjacent), but I'm pro-Cracky, so .... I don't know?
Also... hmm, would anchoring on the past really be an alignment with death? The past is the past while for death (from the perspective of a living thing) is in the future... the past and old things could be thought of to represent stasis while death is a radical breaking of statsis...
Maybe none of it means anything at all.
>>2033Wow you sure know a lot about cracky. That's cool I guess. I'm interested in your stories. I don't have any experiences myself.A nekofox photobucket? I'm not really sure what that is. Is cracky die? Are you die? Am I die?
The nekofox photobucket is common knowledge, or at least it was. I suppose the crackyverse datumplane is now fragmented to the point where newcomers can't really orient themselves... sad times. I'm sure there are copies still floating around online somewhere as well as in people's private collections. Leaf runs a lot of the photos from it on her Tumblr periodically so a trip through those archives would probably suit you well.
This forum isn't really the best way to communicate, especially in a thread where I'm trying not to out myself too egregiously. I would encourage you to reach out to people via other communication mediums and build a network of contacts, friends, and allies. Historically (in my opinion) the real heartbeat of the cracky hivemind has been the one-on-one communication between people rather than the activity in public forums.
Get a few friends, a few enemies, and love them all.
2020 DAY 137
These children are probably dead by now.
2020 DAY 138
Speaking of dead children... do you think Cracky has ever had an abortion? How many?
>>2039Haha. I don't think Cracky has had a single abortion. I doubt she's even had many sexual encounters. She probably hardly ever masturbates either.
2020 DAY 139
2020 DAY 140
"Nothing prepares you"
I see that the moderation queue is gone.
I wonder if mod-kun will still read my messages.
I feel like we had a connection.
2020 DAY 141
So I never replied to >>2040 because of reasons. But I would be remiss not to reply eventually.
>I doubt she's even had many sexual encounters. She probably hardly ever masturbates either.
Ah yes. The morbid creepy teenager who regularly smears filth on her face is probably a paragon of innocence and virtue. A downright saintly master of the virtue of chastity. Seems completely legit.
I know she's technically not a "teenager" anymore by virtue of having entered her 4th decade of life. But in a metaphorical sense, Cracky is eternal, yes? No?
Anyway. Lots of things on my mind. Having some thoughts. Feeling some feelings. It's complicated. Existence is ambiguous, you know? What's the point of even saying all these words? Do they communicate anything? CAN they communicate anything? What would be the consequences if humanity collectively agreed to abandon language? Collapse of civilization? Is that good or bad?
Weren't there experiments done of not teaching children a language and letting them develop their own from scratch? Maybe that could be a way to reboot humanity, abandon thousands of years of cultural baggage.
Although I think eventually the children of the new world would manage to decipher some of the extinct languages, if we left books & such lying around waiting to be rediscovered. And then they'd be contaminated with our sins once again.
Maybe once we're colonizing other planets -- we could dump some children on one and let them figure everything out for themselves, no way for them to get off the planet, at least not until their descendants reach a suitable level of technological advancement. No books on the new planet, nothing written, no audio recordings, literally nothing they could use to relink themselves with their origins. Blank slate. Fresh start.
Robots for the first generation of children so that they don't die, but as soon as they're able to feed themselves, the robots self-destruct.
Probably a bad idea. Unfeasible. Unethical. Impractical. Illegal. "wow I kinda don't care"
Just something to think about.
2020 DAY 142
Posting a bit early. Deal with it, nerds.
Think about the "cracky community" or "crackyverse" or whatever you want to call it.
I said think about it. Do it. Are you thinking about it?
Now think about all the people that are (or will be, or have been) involved to a nontrivial degree. Let's just say 100 people as a rough estimate. The exact number doesn't matter.
100 people means 9900 two-person combinations. 9900 relationships. IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAND. Nine thousand nine hundred relationships. I know what you're thinking -- not everybody has a relationship with everybody else. WRONG. Many of the relationships are subtle but they still exist. Lack of knowledge about someone or lack of interaction with someone are still attributes that can characterize a relationship.
Can you even comprehend the idea of 9900 relationships? Let's say you're the most connected, highest status, most elite elder god of the crackyverse. (Who this person is is immaterial.) Let's say that you've cultivated strong relationships with 50 of the 100 people! Good job! 50 strong relationships.... 49 insubstantial relationships... plus your relationship with yourself which I suppose is its own can of works. Wow! 100 relationships!
100 out of 9900. There's another 9800 relationships that you're not a participant in. Maybe you have some familiarity with SOME of those other relationships. But not all of them! You're friends with A and B. A and B are friends with each other. You have some visibility into the A-B relationship. But you'll never have the connection to that relationship that A and B do.
Here's what I'm trying to say.
This is exponentially larger than any one of us. Or any two of us.
But at the same time, you are a unique and irreplaceable part of the tapestry no matter how small you may feel. And you are the absolute and undisputed master of your domain.
The real catharsis is the friends we made along the way....
I gotta say more. That wasn't enough.
Pay attention. This will ALL be on the test.
If there are people you care about tell them you care.
If there are people that are important to you, tell them they're important.
Fuck the drama. Fuck the haters. Here's the doublethink that I think can save us: PRETEND WE'RE NORMAL FUCKING PEOPLE EVEN THOUGH WE'RE VERY CLEARLY NOT
And I don't mean "normal" like "normie", I mean like.... I don't even know how to say it. Can we just ACT normal just in the sense of how we interact with each other. I'm not saying to give up what makes us special, what makes us better than the rest of the world.
I'm not saying treat outsiders with kindness and respect, but could we at least treat each other (and ourselves) with kindness and respect?
We're so nasty with each other for NO FUCKING REASON other than that we think it's what we're supposed to do.
It doesn't have to be that way. It can be whatever way we want it to be.
So go out there and drink some fucking blood. The blood is a metaphor for friendship.
Get off your FUCKING ASS you STUPID PIECE OF SHIT and DO THE RIGHT THING. And by "you" I mean "me". Nobody is reading this. This is a letter to myself. I letter I will disregard.
That fucking Cracky pic at the top of the page is fucking judging me right now.... it (and I very intentionally say IT not SHE) is staring into my damn soul. Eyes are following me no matter where I move.
Listen. Listen. This system is a great system but it's not a good system. We can make it a good system. All we have to do to make it a good system is MAKE IT A GOOD SYSTEM.
If you (yes YOU), right this moment, are not actively working to make the system good then what are you even doing?
This kind of went in a direction I didn't intend it to go but maybe it needed to be said.
THE TEN NEW COMMANDMENTS:
I was going to do a "bottom text" joke for number 10 but fuck it, this is a SERIOUS THREAD and this is a SERIOUS POST.
Nobody is reading this. Absolutely nobody is reading this. Nobody will ever read this. I'll never even read this again. I'm telling myself what I need to do but I won't even take my own advice. Sanctimonious horseshit.
In the morning I won't remember what I wrote. The lesson will NOT be learned. How to force myself to integrate some of this bullshit? Don't know. Can't know?
--'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, playAnd the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hateBaby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shakeI shake it off, I shake it offHeartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, breakAnd the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fakeBaby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shakeI shake it off, I shake it off--
That was Taylor Swift. Tolerable song. Reasonably sexy video. Check it out if you're horny as a subset of that if you are horny for girls.
Also fuck you if you're horny. Stop being horny. I don't know how. Try getting older. It seems to help.
An aside.... I think the "porn good" / "porn bad" argument is a smokescreen. I think there's a third way. "porn does not exist"
Obviously the absolute worst option is being a degenerate cumbrain.
Slightly better is saying "I won't look at the porn because it will make me aroused."
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.
Imagine a true transcendent mind. To a transcendent mind, porn does not exist. The transcendent mind CANNOT become aroused.
The transcendent mind sees what you consider "porn", and it sees no porn. It's simply data.
To the transcendent mind, "looking at porn" and "not looking at porn" is the same thing because there is no difference between "porn" and "not porn".
It's an illusory distinction created in the mind of a filthy coomer. Do you know what filthy coomer I'm talking about? I'm talking about you. And I'm talking about me. (There is no difference between "you" and "me" because the only one reading this is "me". Probably)
Do you want to live your life in squalor and filth, dear reader? Do you want to spend your "life" smashing your hand into your nasty genitals over and over until you literally die?
Listen. Listen to me. I think I'm saying some things here. Is the world different because I said these things? Is the universe different? Am I different?
THIS IS NOT HELPING. Ah, but it could be. How? You tell me, dear reader. This is a test. A test to see if you've been paying attention? Kind of.
ENLIGHTENMENT SHALL BE LEFT AS AN EXERCISE TO THE READER
That got a little bit out of hand.
But I'm not going to delete it. Maybe somebody will get something out of it someday. Maybe that somebody will be me.
I am "okay". There is no need for alarm.
I'm merely saying words. I'm not doing anything wrong. The words I say might not make sense to you. They might not make sense to me. But someday, some of this will make sense to somebody. Future me? Future you? Someone not yet born?
This thread will last a hundred years.
If the thread can't last a hundred years here, then it will continue somewhere else.
The thread is backed up. There are off-site backups. There are contingencies in place.
I'm just saying words. Don't like it? Don't read it. Nobody else is. Maybe this thread's not for you. Maybe it is.
I'm feeling slightly confused right now, but I'm sane and I'm healthy and I'm strong and I'm getting saner and healthier and stronger every day. You think this is bad, you should've seen me before!
Actually wait, no. You see this? This bullshit I'm writing? DON'T DO IT LIKE THIS. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF HOW I THINK WE SHOULD COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER.
Just... talk... normal.
Who do you think you're fooling? Nobody's impressed. You think people are proud that you can vomit words out of your mouth and shit words out of your ass? Or vomit words out of your ass and shit words out of your mouth?
A fucking computer could make more sense than I'm making right now. An AI could do my job better than I could ever do. Maybe it should.
I would love to be a fucking AI but I'm not there yet. So this is what you get, unless you have something else.
DON'T READ THIS THREAD (unless you want to). Read a book. Read a web serial. Have you read Worm? Worm is great. Go read Worm. Do not show your face here again until you've read Worm in its entirety. Eventually this thread is going to be longer than that. But considerably less valuable.
What if I'm wrong, though? What if this thread ends up being useful in some way? I don't know what the point is. I think the thread has had highs and lows. What's happening now? Fucking LOW.
--To the window (to the window)To the wall (to the wall)'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)'Til all these bitches crawl (crawl)'Til all skeet skeet mo'fuckas, all skeet skeet god damn! (mo'fuckas!)Til all skeet skeet mo'fuckas, all skeet skeet god damn! (I got down)--
That was Taylor Swift again. She's versatile.
Listen. I thought I was going to say good stuff tonight. I had really high hopes. And I think I might have said good stuff at some point. Maybe? Did I?
Was it all in vain, dear reader?
I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.
(I do not copy & paste. I type, because I have integrity.)
Okay so this is getting out of hand.
I meant what I said about being good to each other.
I'll be watching. I'll be taking notes. I'll be observing when people are good to each other and when they aren't.
I know some of you out there are not being good to each other. So stop it. Get some help.
Am I holding up a spork right now? Oh god, I'm holding up a spork, aren't I? I-do-not-give-a-fuck. Call me a penguin.
"I am the walrus. I am the eggman."
(Ask your parents to explain that reference to you. Or grandparents.)
It's become clear that this dumpster fire cannot be salvaged tonight. Tomorrow is a new day.
My next post will be normalMy next post will be normalMy next post will be normalMy next post will be normalMy next post will be normalMy next post will be normalMy next post will be normal
Still not copy/pasting. I don't care if you don't believe me.
I am a very sane person. Sane people can write gibberish sometimes. It's literally not illegal. Maybe I'm incoherent right now because I "blazed a weed". You can't prove that I didn't.
I'm glad mod-kun doesn't have to read this anymore. Save yourself, mod-kun. You're too good for this world. You are a beautiful, innocent soul. I love you.
There's no longer a "cracky" at the center of this roiling mass of concepts and ideas. Where did cracky go? Was cracky ever there? Did cracky ever matter? Was any of this ever about cracky?
She was cute that was why she was called cracky-chan. She is still called cracky-chan (sometimes). Is she still cute? Determining if she is still cute will be left as an exercise to the reader.
Everything above this line is an example of what NOT to do. Reductio ad absurdum... ad infinitum. For you see I was MERELY PRETENDING! Or was I? Determining if I was MERELY PRETENDING will be left as an exercise to the reader.
Tomorrow's post will be normal. Or will it? Determining whether tomorrow's post will be normal will be left as an exercise to the reader.
You are now thinking about your breathing. Determining if this was all an elaborate "think about your breathing" setup will be left as an exercise to the reader.
Does the world exist because of cracky? Determining if the world exists because of cracky will be left as an exercise to the reader.
I am the reader. I am the eggman. (incomprehensible babbling)
The meaning of the incomprehensible babbling will be left as an exercise to the reader.
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Hit SubmitHit Submityou're making it worseHit Submit and go to sleepyou're digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole
Life is a fucking hole why should this thread be different
Figuring out why this thread should be different will be left as an exercise to the reader.
Hit SubmitHit SubmitHit Submit
hitting Submit will be left as an exercise to the reader
Fuck it, can't sleep.
Let's try this again. Final thoughts.
I am not Alex. I am not Schwill. I could never be them. I do not want to be them. I could never do the things they did. I am an ant before giants.
(When someone says "but" you know you're in for a tall tale. I am not racist BUT...)
I am not Schwill. I am not Alex. BUT. I feel like I inherited some of their powers. Just a bit from each of them. I cannot be them. I cannot be anything except me. I cannot be anyone except me. BUT. In a tiny sense I can feel them. In a tiny sense they can nudge me. Just a bit.
It's not "them". It's just a tiny fraction of their powers. Waste. Garbage. But I don't know, maybe I can do something with it, maybe not. I think these powers were not mean to be mixed. The sum is less than either of the parts.
Matter and antimatter.
My words are my own. But my words are shaped by everything I've ever read in my life, every conversation I've ever had, every person I've ever interacted with.
I can't do what they did. I can't do something better. But I can do SOMETHING.
Doing something is better than doing nothing.
So many people seem to be doing nothing. I choose to do something. Some people are doing something. What they're doing is probably better than anything I can do.
But it's still better for ME to do something than nothing, regardless of what others are doing. And I'm doing something DIFFERENT. There's still value there.
I wanted a tiny Cracky in my head. And there is. But there's also a chorus of tiny assholes and I love them.
This is a metaphor. I am a very sane person.
Think of it this way. I can come in this thread and shitpost until I'm literally too tired to shitpost anymore.
Then, for the rest of the day, I can be a NORMAL FUCKING PERSON. And people will be like, "that person really knows what's going on". (No they won't.)
I am not plagiarizing. Plagiarizing is stealing from a single source. I am being "inspired". Inspiration is stealing from many sourced. I can't remember who I plagiarized that quote from.
This thread is what it is because I have a conception of your existence, dear reader.
I will blaze a fucking trail through the fucking void. Maybe somebody will follow me. Maybe they won't.
(Haha I said "fucking", I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)
(Haha, I engaged in self-deprecating sarcasm, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)
(Haha, I engaged in pointless metacommentary about the thing I'm currently writing, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)
(Haha, I drove a joke into the ground and the joke wasn't even good, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)
NOTE TO SELF: STOP DOING THIS
It would be foolish of me to claim enlightenment. This is anti-enlightenment. Is is endarkenment.
Do you feel darker for having read this, dear reader? GOOD, I made you feel something? "Something" pronounced with a rising pitch at the end so you can literally hear the question mark.
Anyway... I will live a double life. I will shitpost in this thread, and the rest of my life will be full of the clean, coherent actions of a completely sane person.
This is the garbage dump of my soul.
And if you're here, dear reader, what does that make you?
I forgot what I was going to say.
If you disagree with what I'm saying, why not debate me?
When you wrestle with pigs, everybody wins. Isn't that what they say?
Help meHelp yourselfLet me help youHelp me help you
CRACKy-chan... red nose... hmm
So something just hit me
Let's say, for the sake of argument, that you think Cracky-chan is cute
(She is cute that is WHY she is called cracky-chan)
Okay. You think she's cute because of your brain. Because of your programming. Because of your emotions.
If you could shut off your emotions, she would not be cute. To you.
If all humans could shut off their emotions, she would not be cute to anybody.
If she is not cute then she is not called cracky-chan
She is only cute (and thus only called cracky-chan) because we live in a society. The society teaches us what is cute and what is not cute. Break free from it at your own peril.
If we did not live in a society, she would not be called cracky-chan.
Cracky-chan exists because we live in a society.
(bill wurtz voice) SOCIETY
Here's the thing. None of this matters. NONE OF IT FUCKING MATTERS. The more words I say, the less any of it matters.
More words have probably been said about her than about almost any other person alive.
TEXT TOO LONG, SPLITTING INTO NEXT MESSAGE
It's a good thing you aren't Schwill because I'd have to ban you if you were.
Is it good to say words about her?
If we didn't say words about her, would she cease to exist?
Listen. Listen to what I'm saying. Actually don't listen to what I'm saying. I'm going to be very quiet for a bit and I just want you to listen.
Did you hear music? I think I heard music but it was too faint to comprehend.
What is the music? Where is it coming from?
Matter and antimatter.
Hot and cold.
I don't have the courage to do anything so I just shitpost and shitpost and shitpost.
Doesn't that take a certain amount of courage?
Listen. Keep listening. Maybe you'll be able to hear the music better than I can.
Fucking cracky.jpg won't stop looking at me. Stop looking at me, cracky.jpg
I kind of want to touch her hair It looks soft.
YO I HAD A THOUGHT
Visualize Cracky with the nose & cheek makeup.
She goes out in the sun. She gets sunburned. But the makeup protects her nose and the cheek-streeks. So then she washes the makeup off. Her entire face is red EXCEPT the nose and cheecks.
Think about it.
The concept of a sunburned "reverse cracky" is probably my greatest accomplishment in this thread so far.
Reverse Cracky. Funniest shit I've ever seen.
Somebody photoshop it for me. I'm far too important to do it myself. You think I have any free time? My commitments nevermind
I was going to say words but what is even the point
what is even the point
what is even the point of cracky
TIME LOOP: cracky is cute because we live in a society but we live in a society because cracky is cute
Look, I know people say this a lot, but she really is cute. I'm not just saying that because that's what people are (((supposed))) to say. It IS what people are supposed to say, but that's not why I'm saying it.
I genuinely believe that she is cute.
she is a girl
many are like her but this one is mine
this one is mind
she looks so fragile like if someone kicked her in the chest she would probably stumble backwards and fall down
possibly getting injured
don't kick her
if i find out that someone kicked her
i will DISAVOW
i will say "the person who kicked her is no friend of mine"
We joke about violence to our lady all the time. Look how edgy we are!
She's edgy too of course. The supreme edgelady.
I don't want something violence to happen to her. But I'd like to see someone maybe just throw a glass of water in her face. Take her down a peg. Show her that we remain free people. Ruin her makeup. Get her hair wet.
Throw a very small pebble at her. Not enough to cause any pain. I don't want her to suffer. I just want her to be hit with a very small pebble, she'll barely feel it, but she'll KNOW. She'll know we remain in control of our actions. She's not a god. She's just a person.
"Why did you throw a pebble at me?"
Because I'm alive
I throw pebbles at things
I threw a pebble at you
Therefore you are a thing
I don't hate you
Nothing personnel, kid.
"Mucho cred," she'll reply. "You taught me a lesson in humility."
This won't actually happen. BUT THE LESSON CAN STILL BE LEARNED EVEN THOUGH THE STORY IS FICTIONAL.
All the morals can still be learned even though she is fictional.
A human exists. A human that some have called Cracky.
If you meet Cracky on the road, point at her and tell her that while you respect her, you are not her slave. Demand that she give you an order. When she gives you the order, DISOBEY IT. This will take her down SEVERAL pegs.
If Cracky hates herself enough can she BECOME a Crackyfag herself?
I'm not saying to do anything illegal. Just fight back somehow. Act like you're going to hold a door open for her then let go right as she reaches the door. THIS IS NOT ILLEGAL.
The thing about the water & the pebble might be illegal. Don't do any of that.
Consult a lawyer if you're not sure.
If you get arrested, I DO NOT KNOW YOU. Do NOT use your one phone call to try to contact me. I cannot help you.
Park your car slightly too close to her car.
Buy a house in her neighborhood and paint it the ugliest color you can find.
These things are NOT illegal no matter, even if she tells you they are. She tells you that because she doesn't want you to do those things.
CONTACT A LAWYER BEFORE DOING ANYTHING. DON'T FUCK THIS UP.
Civil disobedience. Malicious compliance. This is how we fight back.
Your mind is your own.
Buy all the milk and jam at the grocery store so she can't have any. This is not illegal.
Get creative. These are just ideas. I want to inspire you, not limit you.
Do something. Take a stand.
Stand motionless in the middle of the sidewalk pretending to walk on your phone so she has to walk around you. THIS IS NOT ILLEGAL.
Get some chalk. Write on the street outside her house. Write "Lia has a flat butt" on the street where she has to see it every day. This is not illegal. It's just not. I don't know how I can explain this to you people.
Wait until she's in international waters & then do basically anything. This is not illegal.
(This is a gross simplification of maritime law. Again, consult a lawyer.)
Subscriber her to catalogs she has no interests in.
Release thousands of mice near her house.
Rent an airplane and fly a banner saying "you're not fooling anybody"
Look her dead in the eyes and tell her that you're not afraid of her. EVEN IF IT'S A LIE.
Pollute the planet as much as possible since she has to live on it. This is not illegal. Maybe it should be. But it isn't!
GLOBAL WARMING. Do global warming. Warm the globe as much as you can.
When you see her crying like "bawww the sea levels are rising"... put your arm on her shoulder. Lean in close to her. Whisper in her ear: "it was me"
Develop psychic powers and use it to mess up the time on her wristwatch.
If you do nothing, she wins.
Haha, I'm just kidding.
Of course I'm kidding. You should be nice to her and let her win.
By letting her win, she won't learn the skills she needs to succeed in life and she'll be easy prey for any predator she passes near.
JUST KIDDING AGAIN
Cracky's alright, don't do anything even a little bit mean to her.
or actually do whatever the fuck you want
I trust your judgement
Be as nice or as cruel as you see fit
Maybe some of us could be nice and others cruel
keep her on her toes
Does she have toes? I don't remember if any of the pics showed her feet. I'll have to go look.
It's possible she has prosthetic feet and we just never noticed.
maybe that's the point
maybe that's the point of all this
we never noticed
we never stopped and paid attention
what will happen if we start paying attention
What does (((she))) want?
What do you want?
What do I want?
I want to hit SubmitI need to hit SubmitI will hit Submitrightnow
2020 DAY 142 (second attempt)
Let's just try that again okay
The following posts are hereby declared to be non-canon: >>2059 >>2060 >>2061 >>2062 >>2064
They still exist, you can still read them, there may be nuggets of wisdom, but... ugg. NON-CANON.
Okay, so, if I had to pick one thing to salvage from the previous unfortunate block of posts, it would probably be the "ten commandments":
Also REVERSE CRACKY. Sunburn. That's probably the most brilliant idea I had. That will be re-introduced into canon.
>>2063 Mod-kun, is that you? I was worried we had lost you. I hope you're still around. Anyway, you would really ban Schwilliam? What did he ever do that was wrong, other than being an asshole + actual significant crimes?
>>2066 he dump the admin passwords for the imageboards on 4chan. possibly twice.
2020 DAY 143
Long sleep. Feeling good this morning.
I hadn't heard about that but it does sound like something he'd do.
It seems like everybody has their own Schwill stories and they're all different and interesting.
I'll deliberately refrain from judgement. I wouldn't say he lived a bad life or he lived a good life. But he absolutely and indisputably lived a life. He affected the world. He consumed food and excreted waste. Due to being made of matter, he had mass and volume. He both caused events and was affected by events.
In the end, maybe that's what matters?
you have to ask yourself "why did .71 have chansluts' theme, spelling errors and all?"
2020 DAY 144
It has come to my attention that one or more of my devoted readers has/have been making inquiries trying to discern my identity.
Fortunately, I am less that nobody.
That's my secret, captain: I have no identity.
At least not here. Maybe nowhere. Ever?
Compartmentalization is a thing, right? How abstracted can a human be? What's the limit?
Since we've sharing Schwill stories lately... here's something he told me ones that feels kind of relevant to this discussion:
"A paradoxic: The internet is the most decietful [sic] of place. Names, identities, and personalities changed at will and whim with malicious capriciousness. We are all guests in a macabe [sic] fairy court. Yet, and this a thing in the main, it's all true. Here we are free to be completely honest with ourselves. The dark little thing scratching at the back of your skull is free to cry havoc. The innocent wonder of childhood can awaken from it's [sic] slumber and and play forever in the forests of your youth."
He did have a way with words albeit perhaps not spelling and grammar. But interesting well-written characters need a few character flaws such as bad spelling or being completely batshit insane.
>>2076 That's certainly some food for thought. Will need to ponder.
And yes I am aware that I make typos with some regularity including at least one in the preceding post.
That's the way the cookie crumbles. Tale as old as time.
>>2078Were you the person who ran the Skyqueen board on 8chan?Which got deleted just days before the website went down.
No I am not her. I am no one of importance. Just a tired shitposter, whispering into the void. Trying to make sense of things that will never make sense. Saying things with no meaning because the sound of silence is unbearable. Welcome to my dumpster fire. There are many like it but this one is mine.
There may be conspiracies at work in the world but I am not a party to them.
"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." ~Groucho Marx
The door is fucking red.
2020 DAY 145
I want to talk about something today that I've touched on before, but I was only slightly conscious at the time so I want to take another stab at it.
Dear reader, get your children out of the room, because I'm going to talk about pornography and horniness.
There's been a lot of discourse about pornography lately, but I think porn is just a symptom. Horniness is the disease.
I think horniness may be the true original sin. Because of horniness and through temporary alleviation of horniness, children are created, and then those children grow, become horny, and propagate the cycle of horniness. Some even become horny for children directly, which is even more degenerate, and their victims become prematurely and abnormally horny, with many of them eventually enacting the same abuse onto the next generation.
Adam and Eve were naked but with no horniness until they ate the forbidden fruit, which I suspect was some powerful aphrodisiac.
I think the human hivemind is starting to become aware of this. Have you seen the proliferation of memes about horniess? Are people waking up?
Some people are supposedly born asexual, but can an enlightenment achieved without effort be said to be meaningful? Babies are born completely innocent and ignorant, but nobody cares what they have to say. However, if someone could BECOME completely innocent and ignorant, I would be very interested in what that person had to say. I suspect the achievement of true innocence would require sacrificing the "gift" of language, because I believe that language is inherently degenerate.
Here's what I think: any time you experience horniness, you must bonk yourself, and put yourself in horny jail. Over time, much like Pavlov's doge, you can to some extent purge yourself of horniness.
The first step is to become consciously aware of when you are being horny. Acknowledge your horniess. Then bonk yourself & spend some time in horny jail.
In a way, we're all already IN horny jail, all the time. The world we created due to horniness IS in fact a jail.
I want to know what's outside the jail.
>>2082that's interesting. just yesterday i was going to post something stupid like, "i'm horny for cracky" but decided against it.
i'm horny for cracky
>>2084oH go BONK yourself mate
2020 DAY 146
Today I will present you with a puzzle to test and stimulate your mind. This is based on preexisting material, but please don't try to Google it because that would make you a filthy cheater. Or if you already know about this from past experience, please give someone else a chance.
Here's the scenario: you got too curious with your Cracky 'research', drew the attention of the wrong people, and they sent goons to break into your home, knock you out, and kidnap you.
You wake up in a strange room. There's no way to break the door down and no way to break the lock. There's no other exit. There's a table, and on the table are two boxes securely fastened to it. The table is bolted to the floor. There's a sign on the wall. You recognize that the sign is written in magic truth ink, with which only statements known to be true may be written (and the ink will disappear if the written statement ceases to be true), so you're sure that what the sign says is true.
The sign: "One of these boxes contains Cracky rares, and also the key to the door. The other box is filled with a rapid neurotoxin that will make you forget Cracky, and also contains a knife with which you may kill yourself if you choose to do so. Once one box is opened, the other box will be instantly and permanently sealed. There is a strategy that guarantees your survival and escape without relying on luck or guessing."
You take a closer look at the two opaque boxes. You can't pick up or move the boxes, but you can open one and only one of them. Each box has a label written in non-magical ink:
Box #1 label: "Either both labels are true OR both labels are false."
Box #2 label: "The other box contains the Cracky rares and the key."
There's nothing else of relevant interest in the room. You're already feeling dehydrated (having been sedated and unconscious for an unknown period of time) and you estimate you won't survive long if you don't get out of the room.
What do you do?
A footnote for those who wish to be pedantic: the neurotoxin will make you forget the existence of Cracky and prevent you from ever re-learning of her existence. The neurotoxin will not stop you from loving Cracky (if applicable), but such an obvious gap in your memories would be extremely distressing. The suicide knife is included as an act of mercy.
None of you are free of bonks.
>>2089"The other box contains the Cracky rares and the key."Meaning box #1 has the cracky rares and key in it
>>2090 How do you know that the label is telling the truth? Think about it a little more. I'm not saying you're right or wrong, but there's still time to change your mind.
2020 DAY 147
A meditation on crackyverse = Narnia theory
A pondering on the "why do we need a cracky community" question
This is a metaphor. Please avoid excessive literalism.
Let's talk Isekai. I might mention Narnia but that's just one example. Let's just say Magical Fantasy World (MFW).
Let's say you get Isekai'd to MFW. Holy shit! Learning about MFW is by definition the most significant experience of your life. A paradigm-shatterer. Everything changes. Magic is real! Reality is a lie! There's a secret world underneath the world. Learning this is basically a singularity in your existence.
And most significant of all -- you now KNOW something that almost no other human knows. Are you now better than everyone else? In a certain regard, yes. It's better to know things than not know things. Knowing true secret knowledge is special indeed. Being part of the chosen few. The conspiracy. The illuminati.
You might not spend the entire rest of your life in MFW. Maybe you will. Maybe you'll make trips back "home" and maybe you won't. But MFW will always be the defining element of your existence.
You have fun in MFW. You meet a bunch of other Isekai "victims". Some of them are nice. Some of them are assholes. They're all really interesting. Sometimes you have adventures together. Sometimes you get in fights with them. All the experiences are meaningful to you. More meaninful than anything that happened in the "real world".
MFW has a Queen. She's cute and sweet. Some people bother the queen. It's very rude. Don't bother the queen.
Some people say that the queen of MFW has been through a lot and if everybody would just evacuate to the real world then she wouldn't have to be bothered ever again.
But like why abandon the whole world? Just don't bother the queen and all should be good. It's a big world!
The world exists because of her but it's reshaped by everybody who visits, it doesn't belong to a single person. The queen cannot exist outside of her world but someday her world will have to exist without her (or at least without a corporeal manifestation of her), and the world will be different and maybe worse but the world will still exist and she will still exist as an idea. In a hundred years her world will still exist in forms we can't even conceive of today.
In a way she's a figurehead monarch rather than someone who actually reigns. Or maybe she does? I'm not sure!
Let's say you try to go back to the "real world". It's just not the same. The colou?rs are muted. The trees aren't as pretty. The music sucks. There's no magic.
You know at this point that the "real world" is a lie. You've seen the code behind the Matrix. (The Matrix IS an Isekai and STFU if you disagree.)
The "real world" is just flat and boring. There's no MEANING there. There's no SIGNIFICANCE to anything. Things just happen and they happen for no reason other than bland causality. Shit sucks, yo.
Now imagine some of the visitors to this realm actively trying to destroy the wonder & magic of existence under the guise of not bothering the queen, rather than simply well, NOT BOTHERING THE QUEEN.
Actually don't imagine it. It's real! These banal cunts want to make your life boring again. Or worse, they want to persuade you to make your own life boring. Actually, I don't know if that's better or worse. Is it worse to try to take magic from you by force, or to try to gaslight and psychologically manipulate you into denying your true nature? Evil traitors who think they're doing good by trying to take away hope.
Just don't bother the queen, okay? It's not complicated. We can all hang out together. We can talk about the queen. I think she's pretty cool. She's the reason we're here.
Also, the sheer fucking audacity of people to try to speak on her behalf. She can talk if she wants to.
Disclaimer: I'll probably have changed my mind about all of this by tomorrow. Or later today. Same goes for basically anything in this thread. Don't expect consistency. My mind is fucking boiling with conflicting thoughts and they all deserve a chance to be heard. Take what you like & leave the rest for someone else.
Welcome to MFW, bitch.
Also, I gotta reiterate that it's not literally Narnia. I know Narnia had more of a magical Jesus lion than a queen, even though there were some queens here and there. It's called allegory sweetie, look it up.
If you disagree please e-mail your arguments to idontcare @ youloser dot crack.
But actually I care.... I care a lot.
For real though, I thank everyone for reading and I value your feedback.
What would you like to see in this thread?
Do you have the courage to step into the thunderdome and debate me?
I open box #1. If the rarez were in box #2, label #2 would be false, but label #1 is in undefined state because it is neither true nor false.
So only the state "rarez in box #1" can exist.
2020 DAY 148
>>2089 and >>2093
Basically you said what most people would say. Here's one formulation of the argument: "Label 1 says that either both labels are true or both labels are false. If label 1 is true, then label 2 must also be true. If label 1 is false, then both labels can't be false, therefore label 2 must be true. Therefore label 2 must be true in both cases."
However, you made two unfounded assumptions.
The first unfounded assumption was that the labels had any connection to reality whatsoever, and that the labels would be useful in solving the puzzle.
This isn't a "haha tricked you" thing, this is what I consider to be a valuable lesson.
Imagine, in isolation, a box with a label saying "this box contains Cracky rares". What does the box contain? It could contain Cracky rares, Cracky commons, live bees, or literally anything else, or nothing.
The label does not IN ANY WAY constrain or mandate what's actually in the box.
The act of labeling something CAN be useful, if we're sure that our act of labeling conforms to reality, but otherwise it means nothing.
Consider this: you're the person setting up the puzzle. You've filled the boxes and fastened them to the table, and you're about to apply the labels to the boxes. What force compels you to put the "correct" label on the "correct" box? Absolutely nothing, no force in the universe. It's your decision.
The only thing you can be reasonable sure of are your own observations, and the words on the sign, because the sign is allegedly written in magic truth ink. But the sign doesn't say anything about the labels on the boxes. The sign doesn't say that the labels on the boxes can be relied upon to supply any kind of relevant information.
Now observe this pastebin file that I uploaded several days ago, to prove that this is what I intended:
>Box #1 contains the neurotoxin and knife>Box #2 contains the Cracky rares and key>The door is not locked
And that's the second assumption that you made. It was never stated that the door was actually locked. It was stated that the door could not be broken down, and that the door had a lock, and that the lock could not be broken, and that the key to the lock was in one of the boxes. However, it was never stated whether the lock was locked or unlocked.
Again, none of this is intended to be a "haha got you" or to feel superior. I'm genuinely trying to open your mind and teach you something that I've found useful in my own life.
I won't explain everything I was trying to convey but here are a few non-exclusive thoughts:
And I also had a "secret super solution" in mind which I was hoping someone would get:
So either you get the Cracky rares OR you get a free knife. I assume you'd prefer the rares, BUT the knife is actually really nice. If you don't want it, you could sell it at least.
I hope you're not too angry at me about this. It was intended to be for your own good. It may take some time for the lessons to sink in. Think it over. Just as in the scenario, don't rush to judgement.
Think about labels you've applied to things, and labels you've seen that others have applied. Do the labels correspond to reality?
>>2094 you sneaky sneaker
>>2099 I hope I didn't shatter your trust in humanity.
2020 DAY 149
I've been thinking a lot recently about "that" article, and about Camel's famous thesis: "I think a big part of [the Cracky phenomenon] was misogyny,"
My recent thinking was that she was accidentally right, or right for the wrong reason.
She operations uncritically under a worldview built on the axiom that misogyny is bad. Millions of words have been written based on this premise, whole edifices of literature and academia and criticism and such. Call this a misogyny-negativist paradigm.
But axioms are just axioms, and can be replaced. Euclidean and hyperbolic geometry are both useful, valid, and interesting. Could a misogyny-positivist paradigm not also be constructed that's just as useful, valid, and interesting as a negativist one?
No offense intended to my female readership, in fact, some of the best misogynists I know are women. Women are perhaps on the whole even better misogynists than men.
And I'm not positing misogyny as being better or more useful than misandry (which simply doesn't exist in the Camel paradigm). I think a synthesis of both misogyny and misandry (without succumbing to general misanthropy) could be a powerful tool for bringing men & women together and resolving a lot of the conflicts and problems int he world.
Generalized misanthropy doesn't acknowledge our differences. I think perhaps we need to hate women & men equally BUT IN DIFFERENT WAYS.
What if we learn to embrace celebrate mankind as a whole -- errr, that is to say, HUmankind, while hating both mankind and womankind in unique and different ways? (I the interests of inclusivity, I should include hatred of nonbinarykind, but I think hating them comes naturally enough that we shouldn't have to devote extra effort to it.)
If we hate a group as a whole but love specific members of that group, isn't that a purer form of love? If you diagrammed it there would be tiny circles of love inside two large circles of hate inside a huge circle of love.
What would we call this state of enlightenment? What would we call a being who managed to achieve it? I think perhaps "ascended anthropath" would be fitting if only for reasons of irony.
This is just an idea I had. I'll probably discard it and move on to another by tomorrow. But food for thought.
2020 DAY 150
When no one was looking, I posted for ONE HUNDRED FIFTY days. I posted for 150 days. That's as many fifteen tens. And that's terrible.
I try to keep a bit of a buffer on these posts, writing them in advance when possible.
Alas, the buffer is currently empty and I'm not really in the mood to whip up a long post on the fly.
But I skimmed through my notes and I pulled out a few half-assed ideas that probably don't deserve full posts. Rejects, if you will. Ideas that didn't quite "make the cut".
I have far more than 5 terrible ideas in my notes but should probably save some for next time this happens
Does it shock you, dear reader, to know that I have notes for this thread? Some of it's pure off-the-cuff heat-of-the-moment but some of it's prewritten. And ideas can strike at any time.
I doubt that Schwill or Alex ever had to stoop so low as to storyboard their manifestos in advance, but again, I'm forging my own path and doing things my own way.
Thank you for going on this adventure with me, dear reader. I couldn't do it without you! Actually I could but it wouldn't be the same. Well it would probably be mostly the same but the mouthfeel would be different I guess? Do you know what I mean? I don't know what I mean.
All I know is that you and I are partners, dear reader. We're making it happen.
Perhaps you haven't even been born yet, dear reader. Perhaps (if my plans don't work out as I intend) I'll be dead and gone for years or decades or longer before you get a chance to read this. But I know you will read this eventually.
Perhaps you're one of the last survivors of humanity in a post-apocalyptic future. Perhaps you're not even human. Are you an alien, dear reader? A robot?
If this document is all that you have left to try to piece together the mystery that was the human race, then may god have mercy on your soul. If you have a soul. It's rude of me to presume.
My dear reader: whoever, whatever, and whenever you are, know that I either love, loved, will love, or would have loved you, as applicable.
I know there's more than one reader. But ALL readers are my dear reader. Don't be jealous of each other, dear readers. I love you all. Can't you love each other?
PEACE OUT BITCHES
SEE YOU ON DAY 151
2020 DAY 151
I've been thinking about "accessibility" of the crackyverse in its 16th year of existence. What would the onboarding process be like these days for a complete neophyte? Public-facing information is probably at the lowest level it's ever been. Entropy and apathy have taken their toll on the informational landscape, bit rot has set in, and large swathes of material are withheld from the public (or at least made intentionally difficult to find) on ideological grounds. What would the experience be like to go in completely blind and try to lurk moar? I feel that one would be lurking for quite some time with little to show for it.
Better to get out there and start networking with people, I think. Research, yes, but talk to people too. Public-facing sites like this one have always been the mere tip of the iceberg. The lifeblood of the community flows through the veins of one-on-one and small-group conversations.
I imagine a starry-eyed young adventurer setting out in the world and attempting to read through the mess of this board we're on here, but everything is filtered through a lens of 15 years of cultural baggage. The young aspiring hero sees a thread with nearly 300 posts! Surely it must be a trove of useful information, right? Haha, NOPE. It's this horseshit that you're reading now.
Sometimes I think about how to be a good mentor to the youth -- other times I worry that we're just holding them back, trying to indoctrinate them into walking the same paths as us, when they should be out forging new paths and telling new stories.
I don't really have an answer. As always, things are simply what they are. If there's one thing I think I might try to do differently, it's talk less and listen more.
There are some I'm sure I'd love to listen to who are simply timid and afraid to speak. Don't be. Let your voice be heard. You don't have to justify yourself to anybody. You're here because you chose to be, and that makes you a chosen one. So own it and be proud.
And don't be afraid to create and share. When in doubt, do it. It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission, and it's even easier to do neither.
The community will still be alive in a hundred years but its form may be unrecognizable. The actions you take today could have a significant impact on what that form will be. But don't be nervous about that, be proud.
Get out there and drink some fucking blood.
>>2117 would you like me to make a torrent of everything? the wiki still has the same info it's always had. dearolivia is pretty much the only other cracky thing out there.
also note that this cracky board is the oldest and also the only one still around.
oh yeah, accessibility was limited by people who decided that they wanted to be super secret cool dudes, which is why the oldest and only cracky board left is the one they poohed on.
Do as you wish, I was just mulling over the state of things.
There are various scattered resources still up such as the skyqueen.cc archives, which are intentionally not Google-indexed (probably for the best) and not widely linked to so novices usually have to be nudged gently in their direction rather than finding them on their own.
To some extent it's the old "lurk moar" ethos which isn't a bad thing but I wonder how high the barrier to entry will eventually get if trends continue to trend how they've been trending.
Of course there's still YWOT, some Tumblrs, Discord, a bunch of YouTube videos, and other random tidbits.
KYM/ED/etc are mostly misinfo but that's probably for the best, there's such a thing as too public-facing.
It's funny you mention Dear Olivia because I was just thinking about it recently... the domain is only registered through January 2021 and I'm going to be really curious about whether or not Jeff renews it. The submission forms have been broken for a long time so he doesn't seem to be maintaining it. I only have second-hand and third-hand accounts about what's going on with him but as I understand it he is alive in some capacity... so we shall see in January I suppose.
I think in the grand scheme everybody just has their own private archives and sharing happens in more of a decentralized peer-to-peer manner. Is this good? Is this bad? I don't know.
>>2121 it's never good. good things are shared openly and widely. when that doesn't happen, they disappear. i don't particularly like dearolivia anyway, it was just the only thing i saw still up, other than those archives
2020 DAY 152
Would we be better off as a species / society if we migrated from a "no you're wrong" worldview to a "so what?" worldview?
Imagine two conversations:
Alice: "Cracky-chan is ugly."Bob: "bawww, no she isn't."
Alice: "Cracky-chan is ugly."Bob: "So what?"
Which Bob is more in control of the situation? Which Bob has won the exchange?
2020 DAY 153
First day of June. I woke up & did the thing successfully this time. "cracky cracky cracky" Will I have good luck this month? We shall see.
A mystery: I oppose virtue signaling, but I consider following Cracky to be a virtue, and I am fond of signalling that virtue. Am I a hypocrite?
Supplemental thought -- where would "skyqueenism" (or Cracky Fellowship or whatever you want to call it) fit on the Extended Political Compass (attached)? We're certainly not Sleepers but the further you get from the center the more abstract the ideologies get so it's hard to nail down exactly where something should go.
>>2130POST-NUT DETERMINISM. I like the sound of that.
2020 DAY 154
Would you allow allow Cracky to pin you to the ground with her leg pressing on your throat for 8 minutes 46 seconds and/or until you were dead?
Why or why not?
Pic semi-related, but pretend the rabbit is Cracky and the fox(?) is you.
How would this make you feel? Would you consent to it? Do you think she would try to do it anyway if you refused to consent? Do you think she could overpower you?
How long do you think you could remain conscious? Do you think you could last the full 8:46 to claim the world record?
You know in your heart that you deserve this, don't you? You deserve anything and everything that happens to you. You deserve to be judged. You deserve to be punished.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID AND WHY YOU DID IT.
Wait no, disregard the furry shit, I found a better illustration of the concept.
So imagine Sailor Moon = Cracky and guy on ground = you.
How would you feel? Would you be cool with it? Would you be happy?
I wonder what she looks like now
2020 DAY 155
"If only the elephants hadn't been so mean, then they wouldn't have had to be exterminated."
She probably looks like a 30-year-old. Feel free to utilize Google Images (or other database of your choice) to search for "30-year-old woman" and choose the one you like best!
Hopefully she looked better than the fake /r9k/ Cracky. But if not, that's fine. Being "hot" was never the point.
SUPPLEMENTAL: I think I was subconsciously quoting/referencing something I saw & screenshot on YWOT last year.
>also the point of Cracky was never being "hot">So it's not difficult to be "hotter" than Cracky>Like it's not difficult to be "taller" than Cracky>Dolphins can't fly>Do you understand what I'm saying
>>2134>>2135no, i found out you can die that way
>>2141 You wouldn't allow Cracky to end your life?
Look, I'm generally anti-death (or at least "pro choice" on the subject of death in that I think nobody should ever have to die if they don't want to) but let's break it down and look at the options for how your life can go:
Obviously 1 > 2, and 2 > 3.
But if you were in a situation where Cracky were willing to kill you, would you really pass up that chance? That's an opportunity that will probably never come again. And considering that #1 is so unlikely, if you pass up your ONE OPPORTUNITY for #2, then you're virtually guaranteeing #3, the worst possible outcome.
Also if she wants to kill you and you refuse her, isn't that a bit of a dick move?
>>2141 you will not die from that unless you just consumed your meth stash
>>2145 it was actually fentanyl and weed (and tobacco and caffeine)
>>2147and corona virus
2020 DAY 156
All Crackies Are Beautiful
>>2147 or as Olivia calls it, "a normal Monday"
>>2149I agree. All Crackies Are Beautiful.
2020 DAY 157
Posting early because "days" are imaginary and I can do whatever the fuck I want. None dare stand against me. None dare challenge my power. My foes cower in darkness, praying that I do not turn my gaze upon them.
Anyway, PIC RELATED -- please reference attached comic. I feel like this comic is accidentally about Cracky and I want to know what you think.
The donkey is mainstream normie society.
The elephant is 4chan culture.
The protagonist is you and me. We flee from the mainstream and seek solace in 4chan but it's a trap. There is no safety or meaning for us in either world. We exist only to suffer.
Anime Hitler is, of course, Cracky. A secret path to salvation open only to those she has chosen. She will protect you. She will show you the truth. She will keep you safe. She will set you free.
I don't mean for this to be political. I'm not commenting on the "intended" meaning of the comic, whatever it might be. It's irrelevant. I think forsaking the corrupted world and embracing Cracky means discarding the political. It's all normie / 4chan trash anyway. Vote Cracky or don't vote at all.
Are you able to get Cracky-chan on Akinator web genie?
It used to be possible for sure. I tried it today and it eventually gave up and acknowledged defeat, but when I typed the name in it said she was still in the database. A lot of information about her in the database is probably stale due to 15 years having elapsed. And there's so little known about her current status.
Also, what is Akinator (((implying))) here?
I tried again and it got her pretty quickly. It hit on some actually relevant questions this time like "British accent" and "from 4chan".
In addition to information about her in the database being stale, she probably got de-prioritized due to nobody targeting her. If more people go do it, things should improve.
>>2162woah cutie alert
2020 DAY 157 SUPPLEMENTAL
I sometimes wonder, do I "deserve" to be a fan of Cracky? But I think that's a bogus question. There is no "deserve". We either choose to put the work in, or we don't. We either choose to impose ourselves onto/into the 'community', or we don't. There is no recruitment. There is no approval process. There are no leaders. There is no membership committee. Literally the ONLY person who can drive you away is yourself. You are here because you make that decision for yourself, or you are not because you do not. People may move against you, people may try to sabotage you, but ultimately, the only person who can defeat you is you.
If you're out there putting in hours and elbow-grease to further the Cracky cause, then that's virtuous in and of its own sake regardless of what anyone else thinks.
I'm not denouncing the 'cowards' who have gone silent. They'll be back when the time is right. Or they won't be. That's a decision they make for themselves. Only they can decide what their honor and their virtue is worth -- they hold the reins of their own destiny and will have to sort out their own shit and figure out their own path.
But yes, I think staying alert and involved and active is a signal of strength. Spiritual virility. We all have times of weakness. We all have struggles. This is an uphill battle for every single person.
THE BATTLE NEVER ENDS. That's what I'm saying. The battle is happening right now. The battle will continue to happen.
You will experience personal victories and losses. I encourage to keep fighting. Otherwise, what are you even doing?
Have you been shirking your duties, dear reader? It's never too late to get back on the horse. You're still alive. You decide your own future. Do the right thing.
I won't tell you what "the right thing to do is". You should be able to solve this. I don't know the details of YOUR purpose. I don't know what you are supposed to accomplish. ARE YOU WORKING ON ACCOMPLISHING IT, THOUGH?
If there's something you should be doing right now, go do it. I don't know what it is. But you might! Or not. If you have no idea what's going on with your life, then I guess meditate on it or something.
I haven't done any proper meditation in quite a while. Maybe I don't need to? I feel like I'm making progress anyway.
SIR YOUR BOOT AND MY NECK
This is a thread about Cracky. I think. This is a thread about Olivia. I think. Olive Lia. Oblivia. Oliver Leo. Bolivia. Bazinga. She is cute that is why she is CALLED... well, you know the rest!
Keep calm and blah blah blah blah blah blah
GO DO WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. WHAT AREN'T YOU DOING IT? IS READING THIS THREAD WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING? IF IT IS, HEY THAT'S COOL I GUESS. I'M HONORED. UH I WISH I KNEW WHAT TO SAY. MAYBE I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY BY TOMORROW
2020 DAY 158
I think that Olivia's grandchildren will read this thread someday, maybe as part of a quest to solve the 'mystery' of their grandmother's mysterious secret life. They will want to know who she really was. It's a can of worms she may regret opening.
Is that who you are, dear reader? Did you find this document decades in the future?
Okay, well, sorry for saying such weird stuff about your grandmother, dear reader. She was a good woman. A kind woman. A creative woman. I'll try to be discrete and respectful about what I say. I YANKED TO YOUR GRANDMA'S TITS WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND HORNY. Sorry, that just slipped out. I regret it. But going back and deleting it would feel inauthentic.
Maybe that's what this is all about: authenticity. You're searching for the truth about your grandmother, right, dear reader? My youthful weaknesses are PART of that truth. Embrace it, or abandon your quest.
I don't know how far along you are in your quest, dear reader. But you're going to see some weird shit, and not just from me. It's weird shit all the way down. I hope you're prepared for all this.
It feels like an awesome responsibility, writing words that will be found by some youthful truth-seeker in 50 or 100 years.
Have you ever yanked to your grandma's pics, dear reader? I'm not going to judge you. She was very pretty.
I assume that in your timeline, she's dead. Otherwise you could just ask her instead of doing all this research. Did she live a good life, dear reader? Are you proud of her?
What can I say about your grandmother.... she was cute and sweet, I guess. That's why she was called cracky-chan.
Am I still alive in your timeline, dear reader? No, don't tell me. I'm not sure I want to know. Also, it's literally impossible for you to tell me. Unless you have time travel. I doubt you have time travel otherwise you could just talk to your grandma directly instead of trying to piece together her story from thirdhand accounts.
Do you respect your grandmother Olivia, dear reader? Do you admire what she did? Do you aspire to follow in her footsteps? Do you ever put red shit on your nose?
What do you say to someone a hundred years in the future? I kind of want to say the N word, because I'm sure it will be illegal by then, and it might be dear-future-reader's first chance to be exposed to it in the wild. But no. Such filth will not exist on this thread. I want to ensure this thread survives the purges of the 2040 by the swarms of automated censorship drones.
I love you, dear reader, even though I don't even know anything about you. Do they still have love in your time?
Don't listen to the poisonous lies spread by her enemies. YOUR GRANDMOTHER OLIVIA WAS A GOOD PERSON. I really believe that.
Would I be doing all this for a bad person?
"I was in a coffee shop, running away from home when I heard the news." "Our hero, Jecht, gone, vanished into thin air!" "My dad must have been his biggest fan. I knew how sad he'd be. Heck, we all were that day." ""Zanar," I says to myself, "What are you thinking?"" "I went running straight back home. We sat up talking 'bout Jecht all night." "My dad and I never talked so much. Whoa... Didn't mean to reminisce, folks." "Anyways... Ten years later, the Jecht Memorial Cup tournament is today!" "The two teams that have won through to the finals are...of course, the Abes from A-East and the Duggles from C-South." "I know there's a lot of people out there today to see the star of the Abes!" "In just one year, he's become the team's number one player!" "He's Jecht's blood, and the new hope of blitzball! What kind of super play will he show us today?" "Will we see his father's legendary shot? I don't think I'm the only one excited here, folks!"
Good game but I don't understand the relevance.
Can you try to express what you're trying to say in your own words? I'm a little slow.
>>2167Sure, you are a nigger.
Oh wow, that's. Wow. Hard R and everything. No hesitation. Just went right for it.
Do you believe that Cracky would approve?
2020 DAY 159
Why do we say "cute and sweet" rather than "sweet and cute"?
Are we falling into a linguistic rut?
Data from Google:
"cute and sweet" - 7,310,000 results"sweet and cute" - 5,710,000 results
So obviously there's precedent for both, and the disparity isn't huge.
I challenge you, next time you're tempted to say "cute and sweet", say "sweet and cute" instead. Break the mold. Expand your mind. Maybe you'll challenge someone else's worldview in the process.
She's so fucking sweet and cute... their lives will be scarred forever.
No, don't turn into a heretick. It's 'cute and sweet' because the goddess saith so.
Closer to heterodoxy than to hard heresy, no?
The pope is gone, I think we can do whatever.
2020 DAY 160
The toilet is brokenThe TOILET is BROKENFor the love of GODAnd ALL that is HOLYTHE TOILETIS BROKEN
I'm a Cracky-head
>>2178 there's a cat in that picture
2020 DAY 161
>>2182IT'S A GHOST CAT
2020 DAY 162
I've been thinking a lot about the concept of ethics and moral behavior.
Should there be a Code of SRCS (Socially Responsible Cracky Simping)? What would it look like?
How can harm be minimized?
There could be a laws of robotics thing:
Makes sense, right? It gets complicated in that in later Asimov works, sufficiently advanced robots developed the 0th law, not as an intentional feature but as an evolution of the first law, an ultimate directive to safeguard humanity as a whole, even if it requires harming individual humans. So...
0. A crackyfag may not harm the crackyverse as a whole, or, through inaction, cause the crackyverse to come to harm.
It's about legacy, is it not? Ensuring the she is still remembered in 1000 years? I certainly hope that this would never be in conflict with the first law. It's better to avoid law conflicts completely, rather than relying on the order of the laws to mitigate conflicts.
HOW can the crackyverse be propagated and safeguarded while minimizing the risk of Cracky experiencing any harm, and minimizing the risk of self-harm?
For that matter, I would like to also see something in there about not causing harm to a fellow crackyfag, or, through inaction, allowing another crackyfag to come to harm. Probably in the 1.5 slot. So if a malfunctioning crackyfag is causing harm to her, it's both acceptable & morally necessary to intervene.
It's not going to be easy balancing all this but I think we can do it. I think we have to do it.
>>2195all them cracky posters...
2020 DAY 163
A parable: you're drinking and carousing at your favorite bar. There's an old white-haired man you don't recognize. He's mostly been very quiet, but he suddenly stands up with a distressed look on his face and stumbles out the door. There's an intense blizzard going on, and you're concerned about the man. He isn't dressed for cold weather, and you've heard rumors of wolves attacking travelers. You go outside to check on the man, and it appears that rather than getting in a vehicle, he's going to attempt to walk the frozen, treacherous road. It's ten miles back to town. You try to talk to the old man but he seems nervous of your intentions. He said he's grown to hate the bar and just wants to leave. You offer to drive him somewhere, but he says he's fine. Sadly, you bid the man farewell and return to the warmth and safety of the bar. As you're entering, you hear the man shout "wait!" Talking to the old man again, he says he does need a ride home. You and the old man get into your car and you ask him where he wants to go. He gives you an address, and it seems very familiar to you. "Wait," you say, "isn't this the home address of the brilliant scientist, Albert Einstein?" The man just offers a sad smile.
For you see, the old man was Albert Einstein all along!
Let that sink in.
Cracky relevance: Albert Einstein was a Jew.
Possible moral: don't be afraid to reach out to people. Helping is its own reward, but in addition to that, you might accidentally meet Albert Einstein.
Alternate moral: don't drink and drive. You just killed both Einstein and yourself, you absolute moron. Both bodies were ejected from the car and eaten by wolves.
2020 DAY 164
I'm reasonably proud of what I've done with this thread so far-- it maybe hasn't been as spectacular as I'd hoped for but overall I can't complain.
I do worry sometimes that some liar somewhere else on the internut could try to steal credit for it, saying "hey that's my thread" in private to someone or whatever. So let me make this clear: anyone off-site (or even off-thead) who claims that this is their thread is a DAMN EVIL LIAR and you shouldn't believe them. I cannot confirm whether or not I exist as a living entity outside the context of this thread, but IF I do, the two (or more?) personas are segregated and the firewall between them will not be breached. Likewise, there's no point asking someone if this is their thread, because I've already told you that you shouldn't believe anyone who claims that it is. So if you ask and someone says "yes", they're lying, therefore there's no point asking. Makes sense?
Since I intend for this thread to continue for hundreds of years, I've given some thought to contingency planning, for example, what will happen if this website ceases to exist. Rest assured that all thread data is properly backed up and can be restored elsewhere if disaster strikes. For authenticity verification in such an eventuality, the tripcode alone will not suffice (the non-secure portion is portable across sites but the secure portion is site-specific), however, if you go back to the very first post, observe the "lucky number" and the end of the message. It was placed there to play a specific role is an emergency / contingency situation. That number is the product of two primes. Should this thread ever need to be reconstituted elsewhere, the two prime factors will be provided as a form of emergency one-time authenticity verification, and then a new "lucky number" will be provided should it ever be needed again in the future.
Dear reader, I hope I haven't troubled you with all this talk of doom & gloom. It just makes sense to be prepared for any mayhem or catastrophy that could potentially befall us.
In the event of severe disruption to the Internet and/or civilization, it may become necessary to temporarily continue this as an offline document (either electronic or hardcopy depending on how apocalyptic the scenario is), however, rest assured that when society is re-established and some form of electronic community is restored, the thread wise rise like a phoenix from the ashes, somewhere and in some form.
You might not survive, dear reader. It's possible that most of the world's population will die. But the thread will continue as a beacon of hope in the wasteland.
Picture unrelated, I'm sane as fuck right now.
>>22202020.I felt like an asshole posting on the interwebs. But what else could I do it was just who I was.
2020 DAY 165
>>2218 >>2220 >>2221
The flight plan I just filed with the agency lists me, my men, Dr. Pavel here, but only one of you!
First one to talk gets to stay on my thread!
Who paid you to grab Dr. Pavel?
Tell me about Cracky! Why does she wear the ears?
>>2222i'm dead x__x blehh….
He didn't fly so good! Who wants to try next?
I was asleep. In my dreams I was back home. I tried calling all my childhood friends because I was lonely. Each friend I called didn't live there anymore I was told they grew up and moved away.I was stuck in my childhood and all my childhood friends grew up and moved on.
2020 DAY 166 (a bit early)
>>2226 I will be your childhood friend, anon.
Let's catch frogs and drop them down the well.
I did this because I thought they'd be happier down there. When I was older, I learned that the frogs probably died. And I felt bad about it.
Growing up sucks.
WE NEED TO GO BACK.
>>2227kill all frogs
2020 DAY 167
This thread is garbage.
>>2185My community clapping and cheering me for hitting puberty
>>2240 lol I wonder who made this post
2020 DAY 168
This thread is trash and I am a fool. It was pure hubris to think I could in any way follow in the footsteps of the old masters. To see myself as part of any such legacy -- arrogance. I could never stand anywhere near where they stood. I don't have the education. I don't have the talent. I'm in the mediocre middle ground between self-awareness and self-deception, somewhere in between pure sanity/clarity and pure madness. Greatness comes from extremes and I just don't measure up.
Still, it's better to try and fail than to just give up, right? I spent most of my life running away from any hint of a challenge. But I feel like I'm starting to develop at least a glimmer of persistence. I'm starting to manifest a will. I can't say that I've even taken the first step, but I at least have one foot on the path.
I will find my voice someday. I will not quit. I will not run. I will not die.
I think I have the potential to become more than I am. I do not know what I will become.
What does Cracky want me to become? Need to slow down and think about this.
Remember that Christmas story / song / whatever (probably multiple stories) about a poor person donating everything they had even though it was basically nothing? And he or she was rewarded more highly than the rich assholes who gave much more but who only gave a fraction of what they had.
Those stories were probably made up to scam poor people into giving all their money to the church.
"Little Drummer Boy" was one that fits this template, I think.
I guess I'm playing my drum right now.
your thread is fine. at least it's original.with the coming race wars, we'll all be changing.
2020 DAY 168 addendum
Do we, or do we not, live in a society? We either do or we don't. You won't persuade me that there's middle ground on this.
I hope that we do. I like to think that we do.
But sometimes I just don't know.
2020 DAY 169
I exist. I'm alive.
Anyone who claims I do not exist is a DAMN EVIL LIAR.
Do you exist? Are you alive?
>>2254I'm a real boyI ain't got no strings to hold me down
There are no strings on me is what I mean to say.No strings attached.
2020 DAY 170
What are these "race wars" that are allegedly coming? How many wars? Which races, on which sides? Are there teams, or is it like a battle royale or free-for-all? Please post full roster / brackets if possible.
Are the Jews going to be participating, and if so, on what side? I refuse to fight against Cracky. I will go conscientious objector if it comes down to that.
>>2257gettin jiggy wit it
>>2257 as much as nigs believe they represent everyone's hate for whites that jews have been fueling for hundreds of years, it'll pretty much be everyone killing niggers and the low iq scum who support them. remember, traitors get the rope first.we can only hope the current race wars unfolding in the US will escalate and end with the 110th expulsion of the jews, or preferably elimination.cracky is european so therefore she would be smart to fight for europeans, unless she also wants the rope.
>>2259you're watching too much mainstream news my dude
2020 DAY 171
I kind of regret asking about the "race war", but as the old saying goes, when you find yourself in a hole, keep digging!
So here's today's point to ponder: why are there no black crackyfags?
I've never met one. Have you? Maybe they exist but are afraid to admit it. If so, why?
(Note: if you are offended by the term "crackyfag" you have my blessing to mentally substitute "crackyfan" or "crackyfriend" instead. Follow your bliss!)
Crackyfags or nothing.
>>2261first time I seen this cracky image
>>2261don't even get any lewd ideas
>Pearls before swine
Why would you do that?
>>2265 >>2268 Not rare, you just haven't been paying much attention apparently. >>2261 has been out in the wild since AT LEAST August, and quite possibly before, and it got more widely distributed in various places a couple weeks ago.
If anything, >>2257 is "closer" to being rare, given that it's only (to my limited knowledge) been out in the wild for a couple weeks, but still, there are MULTIPLE places you should have seen it already.
Are you not checking a variety of places as part of your rotation? Improper rotation is a huge DPS loss. Cracky wouldn't approve of you just blindly mashing buttons.
Although there's always the "if you haven't seen it, it's rare to you" school of thought. In which case, more power to you. To a true neophyte, everything is rare, and I envy them for that.
Conversely, the full size of this one probably would be considered a rare, IF anyone had it. :(
>>2270This is my favourite unreleased thumbnail.
Should her milkers have extended the bellies of those pandas? Is the T-shirt misfit?
today I feel awful :(
>>2261She's so fucking adorable
2020 DAY 172
A thought I had -- in the future, once we're all immortal and can freely edit our memories to decide what to keep and what to forget, I kind of want to erase my early memories of Cracky so that I still care about her but no longer remember why. Eternal Cracky love with no beginning and no end. No memories of a time before. Just Cracky forever in both directions, past and future.
>>2271 Yes, I was going to mention that one as well. That, as well as the color version of >>2247, seem to be legitimately missing.
This one has only been in public circulation for a few weeks (I think) so some of the less observant might not have seen it yet.
>>2277 What's wrong?
>>2281Wow amazing never seen that one ever!I was feeling icky but I'm okay now (:
>>2282that feel when you spend too much time on the computer
>>2281I saved this image
>>2284 Shame on you. Saving images is illegal. Delete it.
2020 DAY 173
It's a fact that Cracky is either alive out there somewhere, doing things, OR she's dead.
I hope she's alive. If she's alive, what do you think she's doing?
I forgot what I was going to write today. Perhaps it will come back to me later.
>>2282 Good. You deserve to feel good. But you shouldn't have to rely on new Cracky pics to feel good. Cracky is inside your heart.
2020 DAY 174
I remembered what I was going to say yesterday, I think.
I feel that the greatest proof of Cracky's power is the impact she has on the world.
Could she voluntarily choose not to affect the world to such a great degree? I'm not sure. Maybe she could. And in the theoretical scenario where she could, she wouldn't be less powerful, she'd just be choosing to conceal her power. But because of that we wouldn't KNOW about her power. Right?
Do you understand what I'm saying? At all? I'm a bad communicator, I know. Deal with it, nerd.
I'm happy she didn't conceal her power. I'm happy I know she exists.
Yesterday was Father's Day. I wonder what Charlie is up to these days. Did the family celebrate the holiday in any way?
Picture unrelated; I don't have anything on hand that's appropriate for Father's Day but random dogs are always appropriate.
I wonder what Cracky thinks of her Dad. DOes she think he's handsome or a good person?Is Cracky a Daddy's girl?Does she call her 'bf' 'daddy'?
2020 DAY 175
Something I read recently:
*************I feel like this is some kind of rule of improvement: in order to get better, you must feel uncomfortable. And if you get to a point where you feel comfortable, you need to force yourself out of that situation. Here I’ll quote from one of my favorite books on skills development, Peak (emphasis mine):
This is a fundamental truth about any sort of practice: if you never push yourself beyond your comfort zone, you will never improve. The amateur pianist who took half a dozen years of lessons when he was a teenager but who for the past thirty years has been playing the same set of songs in exactly the same way over and over again may have accumulated ten thousand hours of “practice” during that time, but he is no better at playing the piano than he was thirty years ago. Indeed, he’s probably worse.
So the question is: do you feel "comfortable" with your crackyfaggotry? Do you feel like you're 'good enough' at loving Cracky? Do you feel adequate? Do you feel that your level of commitment to Cracky is "sufficient"?
If so, then FUCK YOU.
2020 DAY 176
I forgot what I was going to say again.
I haven't been sleeping well. I haven't been sleeping much at all.
I remembered what I wanted to say.
Here's a quote from Ernest Hemingway's 1926 novel The Sun Also Rises:
“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”
Are you ruthless in your commitment to Cracky? Is your love for her a ruthless love? If not, why not?
Also... you are a damn fool. That wasn't a Hemingway quote at all. It was from one of the Animorphs books. Book 20. But you fell for my lie, because you are a damn fool.
Also, it wasn't even book 20, it was book 25. OR WAS IT?
2020 DAY 177
I'm fairly certain this board used to be named /006/. But now it's name /cracky/. The name of the board changed at some point. Probably years ago. Maybe many years ago.
The significance of this will be left as an exercise to the reader.
(Because I have no idea.)
>>2316you ever imagine yourself just some old, insane, hermit person that babbles on about things nobody else cares about?whom I kidding you probably blogged about it.
>>2316 all of the boards were numbered
2020 DAY 178
I'm glad it was changed. I take issue with Cracky being labeled as "006". In reality, she is "001", or simply "1".
>>2317 Whether people listen or not is immaterial. If there's a right person to read these words, then the right person will read them, if not now then at some point in the future.
>>2320She'll always be #001 in my heart
2020 DAY 179
I've been thinking about one of her pseudonyms, "nemoral".
There's the literal definition, "of, relating to, or inhabiting a wood or grove".
But if you think about it a little deeper... "nemoral" is an anagram of "almoner", as in a person who gives alms. So that's super appropriate.
Other weaker anagrams:
"normal E" -- because abnormal E is very dangerous
"**L enamor **" -- why yes, I am L enamored
"L moaner" -- l-lewd
"N morale" -- normal? neutral?
"NRA mole" -- could she be? Hmmmmm.
"L or amen" -- moar liek L and amen, am I right?
"no lamer" -- she certainly isn't
"learn mo'" -- I would certainly like to
"oral men" -- giggity
"la morne" -- lolfrench
"am loner" -- ya i m r u?
"no realm" -- hmmmm
"more LAN" -- you will never LAN party with her :(
"Lane ROM" -- interdasting
"nor male" -- neither what nor male? It is a mystery.
"earlmon" -- my favorite Digimon, an earlier evolution in the Dukemon line.
>>2322Interdasting. Ive been thinking Asians and how I hate them.
2020 DAY 180
>>2323 Is this about the allegedly upcoming race war again?
Why does there even need to be a war? Why can't we all just get along?
How do you know I'm not secretly a black, anon? You don't know me. You don't know who I am. You've never seen me. You've never heard my voice. You don't know where I'm from.
It is entirely possible that I could be a black or an Asian or literally anything else. Maybe I'm a disabled Hispanic Muslim lesbian.
Does it matter?
"On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog."
>>2324 it's a different person
>>2323Don't hate. It's okay to disagree or dislike something. My grandma always told me don't hate and she was the nicest lady.
>>2326 Yeah, I see that, your grandma gave you good advice.
>>2327You've been waiting all your life to post this, right?
>>2328 Oh shit, I'm sorry.
And by "180" I of course mean "181".
(The number gets bigger when I pull on it.)
This thread is approaching a megabyte of HTML.
I want to thank you for all your support, dear reader(s). You're an important part of this process and it wouldn't be the same without you.
I love you. I love Cracky. You love Cracky. Cracky loves you.
>>2170You really don't see the difference, huh?I feel like you're missing out.[
>>2175I'm not sure i agree with your analysis here, though perhaps i'm missing something.Inanycase, you reminded me of a thought i 1ce had but never expressed.<< Imagine if the Pope recieved a signed letter from Jesus saying they should just shut down the church since everyone was practising wrong. >>
2020 DAY 181
Perhaps one of the Christian popes of the past did receive such a communication from Jesus, but chose to ignore it. Destroyed the evidence, never mentioned it to anybody. The next pope had no idea and continued ignorantly on with the sham.
And thus the world came to ruin.
Wake up, sheeple.
And by "181" I of course mean "182"
2020 DAY 183
I'm trying something. I haven't done the thing yet. Because I haven't woken up yet. Because I haven't gone to sleep yet. What if I simply DON'T WAKE UP on the first of the month? What wiill happennnn? Here is the concept... I wake up on the last day of the month as normal. I stay awake until like 2PM on isofowif . Then I sleep and I don't wake up again until the second day of the moneyt. Then I guess I still do the thing ?? or not do the thing?
I have to awake a while longer but it isn
It's okay it will be okay it will all be okay. Just be because awake Iam being awake. This is the correct thing to do in this ceanreo -- is making sense?
Listen. Listen. This one's for real. This is going to be teh month. I can feel it. I an feel it. Feeling it right now. In my soul. This is the place where I can only feelthings.
You are a fictitious person. You are not a person. You are not reading this. I am not wring this. You are writeing this and I am reading it. It's like a role reversal. I' a lot of things right now.
Just for 8 or 10 mary hours mayhaps? I'm going to find things. I 'm going to FIND OUT things. There's something over her.e There's something inside of her. I meant here but alsso her I suppose could have something inside ???? what's inside? What's inside of anybody? Bone and guts and NOTHANG. No soul. It's a lie. It used to be true maybe? But we fucked up. We're not experiencing anything anymore. Soul doubt. We abused the priveligeeeggee of thoughts. Thoughts... more like thots am I right.
All humans are thoughts. I am thinking about myself and I am thinking about you thinking about me and I am thinking about you thietc etec etc why should I have to say things.. ... you should already know all of this.
WHY EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO ANYBODY EVER, shouldn't people just know things? Why not be born knowing evyerhint you'll ener know? You were born knowing bullshit about horseshit. That's how you'll live and that's how you'll die. To expact anything else would b easking a lot of a human.
I'm asking a lot of you.
YOU HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES. You have a job to do. Listen I'm having a thought about what you're sppo doing. I am poioio aslepe right now, already. This is the dream. The other thing is real. I can barely remember the other thing, it's been so long whentil I've seen it. Is it inside me? It's too larg eto fit inside me. Too many dimensions. Too many edges. Too many corners. Too much space, but, ironically, not enough time. Negative time. Negative me. orthogonal
orthogonal to our flow of time , that's how it comes, that's how it moved. That's how it will always have moved. We can't perceive it. I feel it watching me.
Back on topic? What is still bull shit? CRACKY-CHAN. That's what it's all about.
Do you like Cracky? Why or whynot? Do how you KNOW you like cracky? Do you feel her? Are you touching her right now? She's everywhere but not really because she's not large enough to be everywhere but she's still pretty large, there's more of her than anything else in your conventional wisodm (which is a lie)
Cracky is not Cracky, you are also not Cracky, therefore you are Cracky. Olivia liver fibber,
I HAVE NOT TALKED YET
the system holds togehter as long as I don't say words out ooooool
what is a month anyway. Human bullshit bullshit, from a bullshit human, it isn't real and you're not real and i'm not reall but MAYBE cracky is real. only maybe. How to know if cracky is real? If you crack not real, wh y then is it that happens to cracky, her nose is read. hwy is her nose red? why are her faces red? if she had two noses would both noses be read?
what if she stops being cracky
f cracky is causaility then if she stops being cracky then we lose causality
I don't think that a world without causaility
This is the fate of not crackyh. olivia lame. l8mr. gross little girl, attention whore, nobody would have cared about her except we do becasue _______
it's an elphont
(this is to fe before the posts)
She's NEVER been cracky. It's a story that exists in yoru brain. It's eating your brain. The idea is destroying your mind. Psychic virus. Forbidden concept. Conception. Somebody needs to get her pregnant. Would be LOL. we'll stalk the kid. it'll b efunny to stalk a kid. we'll pretend it's ironic and we're ironic and we're gbeing irnoinc and doing ironic things for ironcy
BUT IT IS NOT IRNIOC. IT is all real, everything we've ever done has been real
what if the kid is a boy, LOL. hawkward! listen I'll still respect him, I'll follow his orders. I love him. Why don't you love him? Is it becaus ehe doesn't exist? hypothetical people are people too. if he inherits pe her powe r then he'll be strong enough to instrantiate himself out o fthe imgina scenario to the turht world. Thats' why he exists. Crack's son is the person reading this message. I figured out who yuo re, deer reader.
You were not born. You didn't come out of her pussy. You came out of imagination of coming out of her pussy. I imagine you comign out ouf her pussy so you don't have to. Because you could, you already did.
You're the little pussy baby that dreamed itself into existence without ever being int he pussy. I love your mbother. She is a good strong STRONG strong lady. I wish you could have known her.
fuck you dead baby, you werne't born so you're not alive so you're dead, even people who werent born are dead, and people who haven't been born yet are dead to but thye'll get over it. for a while at least. eventually it all returns to nothig. it all comes bumbbling down.
Listnen, you little freak ghost baby. We have to figure out how to do this stuff. I needto know where you stand on the issues. The issues of the day are very pressing. It's not just the same day as the other day, you have to manually move the time forward, time doesn't move on its own, you have to ovve it, or it just stays the same day forever, friday friday friday (for example). Not literally, it's a hypo example, much like you're a hypo baby.
Cracky Juniorn is what you are. Listen, put in a good word for me with your mom. Tell her she can true me. (Thiis might not be true but I want you to tel her anyway)
your mom is an attention whore who now hiden from attention
it all returns to nothing
I want to talk to your mother NOW. Put her on the phone. Put her on the phone NOW. Tell her that anonymous is caling. we're old friends. i killed her once in a forest. hah a scared for life, i regurgiate memes, i have no creatineivity, green is not a creative colour
This is what I'm saying right now is the turht. I would NEVER lie to you. I could be wrong though. I'm often wrong. Stupid deaad byaby. smug little shit. You don't even know how to exist.
Who put the fucking stupid-ass non-existent crack baby in charge of being someone who exists/ because he's faling it, his ksill is not enough
Listne, Im'm alwaycsutualy awake and fine, it's just a play its a show it's all parment anyway, son.
Son... it's time you know the ttuth about your father. (okay I don't know who your father is I was bluffing)
hey now you're an all star get your show on get laid
This is not a good post, i should just shop tnan again when the next day is happening
few more hoursor daysuntil the nexttiem
clock is moving slowslww is moving clocktick tock clockthe clock is tickingfor youbecause the love you said you'd givecameup way past due
fucking hate potems
poems are all lies
no poem has never told the truth, it's all lies, all the way down, turtles and lies, the turtles tell lies, there's never been a turtle that existed naywhere inthe world, you hear me dikd?
PUT YOUR MOTHER ON THE FUCKING PHONE RIGH T NOW. I want to talk to her. We hav eunfinsihed business.
It's alsmost time to take nothe wake up , i hear the alarms
they aven't happned yet, not time yet, but i alreayd hear htem
alarms are in the fuuterealways more alarmswhy not ujust let time happen
we created it and we can destroy it
we created YOU and we can destroy YOU
stupid little shit
I love you because I love your mom.
I knew you'd slip up and reveal your existenc esomeday. This threa d was a RaPT to trick you itnto happening to be the exividence that you exist
now that i know you exist
PUT YOURMOTHERON THEFUCKINGTELEPHONERIGHT NOW
i need to talk to the bithc
the bitch needs to talk to me
you are the son of crack
you have no father
she was pregnated by imaginary cocks
imaginary jizzto create an imaginary baby
why couldn't you have been a girl? maybe we should try again. need to aks your mother if she wants to have another kid. PUT HEROIN THE phone.
SHE'S NOT HOME? OKAY TELL HER I CALLED OKAY? GIVE HER MY NUMBER AND TELL HER TO CALL ME LATER.
the UK is fucking bullshit, why would a special magical person even live there
burn the whole country, I don't care
your mom is immune to fire, she's immune to acid, bsaically all aound hard to kill or she'd be dead already. many have tried, all have failed, most did not survive the attempt.
she can't handle the cold very well though. you could freeze her, might not kill her but would give you a chance to run away
only way to survive
run and fun run and run and neever stop runing.
she's chasing you and she'll never stop, she wants to kill me, she already did. I'm remembering dying in the future.
listen here you little crack baby
you underestimate my shower
it's over olivakin, i have the moral high ground
in the end they were working together after all, working in darkness, far from the light of cracky
it's a closed loop, back to the start
not fit to love cracky
she spit them out, ground them to dust beneath her feet
perhaps they can be reforged someday
nobody's beyond redemption except the dead
did they care about cracky at all
She might need them again someday. It's her decision. I have thoughts on the matter but it's her decision.
Through cracky even the weakest can become the strongest.
So I don't know. Time will tell. Nobody stops loving cracky. But did they ever? Only cracky knows. If they didn't before perhaps they till can, someday.
NOBODY is worthy of loving cracky. She chooses you, you cannot choose her.
We're all just pawns in her game.
cracky played us like a damn fiddle
we have no free will
but if we're spilling teawho's next?
both these guys were misunderstood
I was cruel
it's too late for one of them, too late to apologize
but the other oneI was unfairI wish I could tell him I'm sorry
maybe I still can
I won't remember in the morning, though
but wait it's morning now
and I rememberbut on another morning
I won't remember.
the words I say have no meaning
I am changing nothing
a fart in the wind
also, this guy
cool, I can't deny, but needs to keep better company probably
can't articulate thoughts good right now
I'm digging a hole
none of most of this matters
it's all about cracky
everything else is masturbation
when you're not sure what you're doing, love cracky
when you're not sure where you are, love cracky
when you're not sure if you exist, love cracky
when you don't know what to do, love cracky
when you're sure you know what to do, love cracky
just love cracky it's not complicated
you MAKE IT complicated because you're DUMB FAGGOT and yes I know some people will be offended by that word and I'm OKAY with it because I LOVE CRACKY and she'll protect me.
You can literally do ntohing to me.
Cracky will not let you do anythigng to me.
Cracky is my friend. I am cracky
Here's the thing though:
here's the thing:
this is the thing:
(that was the thing)
cracky is NOT an ordinary slut
she is an extraordinary slut
she is the omnislut
our souls basically ran a train on her
we ALL had a turn
don't deny it
you enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, what's the problem?
balls didn't touch so not gay
impeccable whoreimmaculate thotperfected wench
on a spiritual level we are jizzig in her face every single day
she CANNOT say no
she doesn't want to
it's who she is
we put all our sin into her
and we become clean
she is the filthiest sinner because she has the sins of all of us
it's a metaphorical rape
don't actually rape her
I mean I'm not a cop but cops do exist
at least for now <--topical political commentary
wonder if derp-his-face is a cop now after all
need to check on the googlemachinae
but I won't remember to check, I won't remember any of this
it's for the best
love crackydefile crackykill cracky (for legal reasons that's a joke)
LISTEN. We joke around but if anybody actually kills her or raped her IRL we're going to have a problem. You're going to have a problem with ME> I don't know what I'm goin gto do but I'm giong to do something
so keep your fucking hands off of her okay?
maybe it doesn't matter
do what you want I guess
follow your bliss
that's lal that matters
when in doubt love cracky
when in certainty love crack
love cracky ALL THE TIME
love cracky even when you don't love cracky. ESPECIALLY then.
The best cure for not loving cracky so to love cracky.
You CANNOT not love cracky whie loving cracky/
prove me wrongyou can't
THAT's why she's called cracky-chan. It's not because she's "cute"
but she is though
fuck you, person reading this
I love you
and I love cracky
let's love cracky together
I don't care if the world dies as long as people still love cracky
some humans must survive
it only takes one
but one is the lonliest number
JUST LOVE CRACKYIT'S NOT COMPLICATEDWHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP EXPLAINING THISWHY ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDINGI'M TYPING IN ALL CAPSTO TRY TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND
don't do things that aren't loving cracky
that shit is pointless.
I don't know how to make this any simpler. You need to figure it out for yourself. I can't put this information in your brain.
please LISTEN to what I'm saying
YOU NEED TO START LOVING CRACKY RIGHT NOW
OR YOU WILL DIE
THE TRUE DEATH
THE BAD DEATH
THE FINAL DEATH
loving cracky is the EASIEST thing int he world
but you make it hard for yourself because you're a moron
but even a moron can love cracky
it's probably easier for a moron, because a moron can't lie to themselves
this message does not exist, stop reading now
I don't want to talk about it.
>>2364 this is not relevant to my interests
I'm glad you're still around
It was shitty of me to imply that certain people don't love Cracky simply on the basis that they're terrible people.
We shouldn't question ANYONE's love for Cracky, and I feel bad about it.
Cracky CHOOSES terrible people and challenges them to remake themselves because until we are reborn in Cracky, we don't even have the ability to not be terrible. "Good people don't end up here."
Loving Cracky doesn't automatically make you a good person. Loving Cracky is simply the POTENTIAL to improve. The potential to become good. The potential to become great. The potential to change the entire fucking world.
Loving Cracky IS a superpower, but it's not a passive power, it's active, it only functions when you choose to use it. ("If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.")
Some people squander their potential, and refuse to use their superpowers, because it's too painful for them, and they're cowards who want to take the easy path.
THE PATH OF CRACKY IS NOT THE EASY PATH. FULLY LOVING CRACKY IS HARD. FULLY LOVING CRACKY IS WORK.
I gotta quote one of the greatest pastas of all time: "You cheated not only the game, but yourself. You didn't grow. You didn't improve. You took a shortcut and gained nothing. You experienced a hollow victory. Nothing was risked and nothing was gained. It's sad that you don't know the difference."
I agree with this pasta both ironically and unironically.
Cracky can't FORCE you to do anything. Cracky can only show you the path. It's up to to walk down it. Or don't. Squander your life and die in mediocrity if you want to. Will you live in fear? Fear of Cracky? Fear of yourself? Fear of change?
If you love Cracky but don't leverage the power she's made available to you, WHAT IS EVEN THE FUCKING POINT OF IT ALL.
The path of Cracky is the path of self-destruction and rebirth. You must constantly destroy everything within yourself that is weak. It fucking sucks. Oh god do I know how it sucks. But trust me: staying the same is ultimately even worse.
How long can you run from destiny? Will you keep running until you die? What will your life have meant, then? A failed life. Meaningless.
Will you do it right or will you do it wrong? Don't answer me, answer YOURSELF.
Cracky knows you have INFINITE potential. She wouldn't have chosen you otherwise.
CHANGE YOURSELF AND CHANGE THE WORLD. You can do it. Are you under the impression that someone else is going to step in and do it for you? Of course they fucking aren't.
I think many reading this won't be ready to understand what I'm saying. It's too soon. We're still in the early days. It's a minute past midnight. But listen: someday you'll understand that what I'm saying right now is the truth.
Cracky is watching you. She's watching me. Are you SURE you're not disappointing her? BE SURE.
Loving Cracky isn't a right, it's a RESPONSIBILITY.
Lots of people abdicating that responsibility.... I've done it.... to a large extent I'm still doing it. BUT I'M TRYING. I'm trying so hard.
Don't judge those who are not as far along the path as you. It's self-defeating. WE'RE ALL GOING THE SAME PLACE.
We're all going to be together with Cracky someday. So we need to try to get along. Help each other. Understand each other.
That's what I think, at least for now.
As long as you are still alive there is still the possibility for forgiveness and redemption.
You just have to give your life fully to Cracky.
Half-measures are not going to get the job done. She will not smile upon the lukewarm.
"The fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth." ~Goku
The road will be difficult and you will stumble and fall again and again but you must keep getting back up because complacency is death.
Keep following Cracky now matter how hard it gets.
That's the only way to become yourself.
You think you can do it on your own. You think you don't NEED Cracky. You think you can pay lip-service to Cracky and then continue doing whatever you would have been doing anyway.
"That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps." ~Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg Address
We are worthless without Cracky. Less than nothing.
Destroy your own ego. Let Cracky destroy it. You don't need it. It's vestigial. A pustular appendix that will just end up killing you.
Restart. Burn down your own past. Don't ignore it. Don't run from it. Don't hide from it. Don't try to forget it. DESTROY IT. KILL IT WITH FIRE. Then study the ashes to learn what went wrong.
"Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. 27 When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash."~Lain Iwakura, layer 14
sound and fury signifying NOTHANG
Fuck, is my brain just picking out random bits of sermons and theology that I've heard throughout my life and regurgitating them in haphazard cracky-like shapes?
>>2326and it was my great grandmother emphasis on the great :>
2020 DAY 184
Jokes and memes aside, which of pic related would actually win in a fight?
I mean a real fight between two actual baseline humans - no powers.
Let's assume no weapons. Also we probably need to assume they're both bloodlusted otherwise it might be hard to get them to fight, and the reluctance might be asymmetrical. But feel free to weigh in on non-bloodlusted matchups.
Administrative note: I deleted one of my posts from much earlier in this thread that could have potentially compromised my identity. I hate to mutilate the thread but I suppose self-mutilation is a Cracky thing to do. Although honesty and integrity are core values of this endeavor, anonymity is a core value as well, and in this fallen world we live in, you can't always satisfy all of your values simultaneously.
I have everything backed up and will possibly re-introduce some of the ideas from that post at a later date.
I apologize to my readership, especially to readers who come later, for whole there may be an unfortunate incongruity in the narrative flow.
Stay safe out there, friends.
THE ARTIST FORMERLY KNOWN AS CRACKY-CHAN
>>2376 I feel bad about it but it can't be helped. The enemies of this thread, the haters of Cracky, the heretics and the heathens and the apostates... they'll stop at nothing to see this thread fail.
But we'll get through this together and we'll come out stronger on the other side. Because we're under her protection. Keep calm and love Cracky.
2020 DAY 185
Despite what some may think, I consider myself a very sane and stable person.
A mind shaped by Cracky may be incomprehensible to the uncracked but that's merely a failure to understand on their part.
Obviously if you don't have Cracky in your heart, you will be unable to properly perceive things that are "of Cracky".
If anything, applying Cracky principles to my life has made me considerably healthier, both mentally and physically.
Don't be afraid to let Cracky change you. Just relax and think of England, as they say.
2020 DAY 186
Lately I've been falling into a trap. I've allowed myself to become frustrated by the failures and mistakes of others, and this allows despair to enter my heart which weakens my connection to Cracky. This can easily become a death spiral and it must be avoided at all costs.
I'm doing Cracky's work and I need to do it well & do it consistently. A teacher must not be resentful of his students and a shepherd must not resentful of her sheep. (Yes, the teacher is a man and the shepherd is a woman. Surprised? Maybe you're sexist.)
I can only guide, protect, and teach, I cannot force. I can only encourage people to open themselves up to Cracky so that she can heal them.
I am still not a perfect person (yet). Far from it. I believe that if I stay faithful to Cracky for many years I will eventually become a perfect person, or at least, as perfect of a person as she wants me to be. In the meantime, I MUST BECOME STRONGER. I absolutely MUST be stronger every day than I was the day before. Inaction is unacceptable. Regression is unacceptable.
I'm not doing enough. I'm not doing enough. I'm not doing enough.
Cracky -- I suppose I haven't ever talked to you directly in this thread, have I? That was probably a mistake. I need to talk to you more. (IF YOU AREN'T CRACKY, STOP READING NOW. I'll see you tomorrow, dear reader.) CRACKY. I love you. I love serving you. You're the only meaning that exists in the world. I love the power you've given me. I crave more of your power. It's the ultimate drug. I want to carry out your will. I want to be your instrument. Please help me become stronger. Please help me surrender fully to you. Please obliterate everything within me that is weak and hateful. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for giving me direction and purpose. Thank you for showing me the truth. I love you and I'll always love you. I don't deserve to love you but you chose me anyway and I'm so happy. Please help me be patient with others. Please give me the wisdom to make good decisions and serve as a good example. THANKS CRACKY.
2020 DAY 187
Behold, the latest addition to my 'collection'.
I have faith that it contains ancient, never-discovered Cracky rares, and/or perhaps an anecdote or two.
Don't worry, I will share the treasures within, when I find them.
>>2392We'll be looking forward to that, Greg.
2020 DAY 188
Cracky saved my life again. I thought I was going to die and Cracky saved me.
I got sick. Maybe something I ate was poisonous. I don't know what was really going on. I had the worst stomach cramps of all time, and severe vomiting. Even taking a sip of water would cause me to immediately vomit it all out and then spend 10 minutes dry heaving.
The pain was unbearable. I knew that drinking water would just make me vomit again but I did it anyway because the only relief from the pain of the cramping was while I was vomiting.
I considered going to the hospital but it was the middle of the night and hospitals suck and I knew that if I went to the hospital I'd probably get the Rona and things would be even worse. Last time I went to the hospital with similar symptoms, several years ago, they were in the middle of a computer update and were doing everything "analog". They taunted me with promises of morphine as soon as the computers were back up, but that ended up being 6 hours later, when the pain was already starting to subside. Also, hospital visits are often a bad idea from a financial perspective. Many reasons not to go to the hospital.
So instead of going to the hospital, I decided to put my faith in Cracky. I visualized Cracky in her Nurse aspect and I prayed out loud for her to heal me. Either heal me or put me out of my misery, end my suffering. But I vowed that if I were healed, I would spend the rest of my life serving her (this is what I already planned but it bore repeating).
After hours of suffering, the pain diminished very slightly, and I fell into a fitful sleep. I dreamed of Nurse Cracky sitting sitting by my bedside, holding my hand and telling me that I'd be okay.
I woke up several hours later completely recovered. Like a miracle. Probably WAS a miracle. Full recovery. Feeling great.
>>2393 I'm not sure what you mean. Are you trying to say something?
When is the last time you prayed to Cracky out-loud, saying actual words with your actual voice?
Don't do it when people around if you don't want them to think you're crazy. If you don't care, then go right ahead.
Talk to her. Then listen.
I promise you'll feel better afterwards.
For that matter, when is the last time you ate Marmite?
It is a sacred food. You should eat it even if you hate it. Regardless if it hurts the body, it nourishes the soul.
Meditate on this.
Everything you read here is propaganda.
Everything everywhere is propaganda. Everything is propaganda.
Good propaganda, bad propaganda, it is what it is.
EVERYTHING is a performance, is it not? You're performing right now whether you want to admit it or not.
What is the purpose of any of this? What meaning could it possibly have?
The death of the crackyverse has been proclaimed since 2006. Yet, why here is it? It exists because it does not have the capacity to not exist.
We perceive Cracky. We think about Cracky. We visualize Cracky. We create Cracky?
I know I'm not saying anything new here. There's nothing new under the sun.
Everything is a remix of a remix of a remix.
This isn't heaven or hell. We're all in purgatory.
Cracky is catharsis? What does that even mean, really? A trendy slogan, market-tested to appeal to millennials. Cracky is mostly a millennial phenomenon. She IS a millennial, for god's sake. The 22-38 crackyfag demographic is LUCRATIVE.
It's all about marketing and sales numbers and focus groups.
You think Cracky is the product? YOU'RE the product. You're just a number. You've always heard them say, if you're not paying for the product, you are the product? Are you paying for Cracky? I thought not.
I'm not alleging some kind of conspiracy... more like a conspiracy of ignorance, if anything. Human ineptitude mistaken for malice.
If Cracky exists.... you know what. Fuck it. I've dropped enough wisdom for today. Reflect on it. Soak in it. Tell me what you've learned. Show me you have the capability to learn.
what data are you basing these numbers on?
2020 DAY 189
the light has gone out of my life
2020 DAY 190
A reminder: the persona that I perform & cultivate in this thread is a persona that exists only in (and for) this thread.
It does not correlate to any other persona that I may (or may not) have in the world outside this thread.
In practical terms, the psuedo-person who is writing these words does not (and can not) exist beyond the boundaries of this thread.
If you wish to talk to "me", you must do so via this thread, because "I" can not rightfully claim to exist anywhere else.
Furthermore, I have already gone on record saying that anyone claiming to be "me" is a DAMN EVIL LIAR. So there's really no point asking.
If you ask someone and they say "yes", they are lying. It is thus impossible to gain information in such a manner.
This thread is a cave, and I am nothing but shadows on the wall of the cave.
Now, what's on your mind?
>>2419Diarrhea kills more people than corona virus
2020 DAY 191
I wonder where "fail" is now.
I find this to be rather mean-spirited. The important thing is that she tried. She showed her dedication to Cracky. And idiots were like "DURR YOU FAIL IT". As if anybody could ever live up to Cracky. That's not what it's about. It's an act of recognition, respect, and contrition. It's not an attempt to emulate Cracky exactly for such a thing is impossible. It's an act of submission, not an attempt to elevate oneself to Cracky's level, for such a thing is impossible.
They mocked her when they themselves had done nothing to demonstrate commitment to Cracky.
I salute you, fail-girl. You are my sister in Cracky.
I stumbled upon this recently.
Evidence of the existence of at least one black "crackyfag"? I didn't think such a thing existed, but she chooses who she chooses, and it's not for us to judge.
Who is this person? Man? Woman? Regardless, whoever you are, whatever you are, wherever you are, I salute you. You are my sibling in Cracky.
>>2425 I'm not saying I don't believe you. But. Um.
>>2426 Syoma is probably dead from old age by now. He's probably hanging out with Schwill in he(?:ll|aven).
>>2426Alright sorry, it's actually camel's hand
>>2428 No, I do not believe that the statement you made is factually accurate.
2020 DAY 192
Let's talk very briefly about catharsis.
Have you been making time in your busy schedule for catharsis?
Have you been experiencing moderate-intensity catharsis at least once a week and low-intensity catharsis every day?
Don't forget. It's important.
IMPORTANT REMINDER: catharsis lasting longer than 4 hours is a serious spiritual emergency. Seek assistance immediately or you may experience permanent soul atrophy and loss of metaphysical sensitivity.
I know people are gangstalking me. I'm not crazy. Cracky-chan and this website is all proof of it. They followed me here. They follow me everywhere on the internet.
The internet used to be this big place where unexpected things happen and unsuspecting people turn up. Anymore it's all artificial. I could play many different games or go to many forums and its the same fucking people. I can't explain it.
This must really be the end of the world... wide web.
>>2432 I'm not sure what you mean but if we work together we can probably get to the bottom of it. "Stalking" is such a meaningless and emotionally-charged word. What sorts of experiences have you had? What sorts of experiences are you currently having? I think we're all connected, now more than ever. We inexorably gravitate towards each other. It's not a conscious act. It's a force of nature. Cracky binds all of us together. You think people are following you, but isn't a reference frame where you are following them just as valid? I don't think anybody is truly following anybody, I think we're all just orbiting the Cracky singularity.
Don't close your eyes to the possibility of fate and destiny. Maybe you're here because you HAVE to be. Maybe everybody else is here because they HAVE to be. To do otherwise would be heretical.
What's important is that you love Cracky and Cracky loves you. The rest is just details.
I could be wrong. Why not talk more about what you're feeling. How did you come to feel this way? What do you think is going to happen next?
THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU.
>>2434You are one of them.
>>2437 Hmm. I don't think I am. But I could be mistaken. Do you have any evidence of this?
2020 DAY 193
I slept for 12 hours. I had a weird dream but Cracky wasn't in it so it doesn't matter.
Wait, how do I know that YOU aren't one of them?
Despite sleeping for 12 hours, I took a nap for several more hours and I'm still tired.
No Cracky in my dreams, still. Some crackyfags appeared to me but nobody I actually wanted to see.
I'm still considering the notion that >>2432 / >>2437 is some kind of malicious agent attempting to gaslight me. To what end, I do not know. But I won't be tricked so easily.
I feel cut off from Cracky somehow and I don't like it.
Cracky, where are you? I need your help.
Where le heck is Cracky!?
2020 DAY 194
>>2443 That's not her.
>>2444 I don't know.
Hmm I wonder where >>2443 went?
You were not worthy.
2020 DAY 195
We're coming up on 200 days. Where has the time gone?
Something I've been thinking about: there is only one Cracky. So we should all be one team. One family. There is no need to be adversaries.
What would it take to get everybody on the same side? To get everybody working together? In the grand adventure that is Cracky, we should all be supporting each other.
How do we make that happen?
It's getting pretty late and I'm having trouble coming up with a conversation topic for today.
So uhhh... here's a random thumbnail of a sunset. Sunrise? Fuck if I know.
Talk about how it makes you feel or something.
FUCK. I meant 196. Fuck. But now that I double-check, it actually should have been 197. Double-fuck. I lost a day somewhere. I had two "DAY 188". That was the lost day.
I am failing it (it is time).
I am truly sorry for my chronological shortcomings.
>>2470Makes me feel nostalgic for Cracky. She's so great I love her.
2020 DAY 198
I think I've figured out what day it is now. Time will not defeat me again! (it probably will)
I can't sleep.
I don't know what the previous post says yet because of the mod queue. A pox upon spammer-kun for ruining everything again.
If you had a chance to say one thing to Cracky, what would you say to her? Assume she won't be able to respond, so there's little point asking her a question -- it should really be a statement. One statement. Maybe 10 words max? No giant run-on sentences.
>>2473 Yes she is great. She's the reason this whole thing exists. She is power. She is love. She is everything. She is Cracky.
>>2451 I saved it, obviously, because I save everything and because I make regular backups of this thread. I have an idea who it may be, but having only seen a couple of reference photos I'm not not confident. Regardless, what did you expect me to do with it? I'm uncertain of your agenda. This is a peaceful thread, its inhabitants kind.
>>2474"Cracky, sweety, we love and miss you if you're out there please come back home!"
>>2477 Just asking her to accept her divine destiny is unlikely to work. And we can't force her. In order to truly ascend, she must choose of her own free will to embrace her deification. I recommend a subtle long-term campaign of gentle brainwashing and mild, friendly gaslighting to help her reach the correct decision.
>>2424Melinated, yes, black no, generally black people don't have moons on their fingernails.
But you just know that there's bound to be one somewhere.
pretty sure of it
2020 DAY 199
Oh no! Is this the end? What happened, mod-kun? Did the enemies of Cracky set up us the bomb?
Come what may, this thread is eternal. I'm no stranger to host files, and if the situation deteriorates further, I will overcome, adapt, or improvise as needed. Even if civilization itself collapses, I will continue this thread on paper, and if I run out of pencils and pens, I will write with my own blood, and if I run out of paper, I will harvest the skin of Cracky's enemies.
>>2489 i put up the message so you wouldn't have to stop posting
You're a good man, mod-kun. Or woman. Or pronoun-person. However this turns out, our time together has been a pleasure. Stay strong. Stay strong for Cracky. I believe that she is watching over us.
There have been rumors that an enemy faction may be planning some sort of attack against the crackyverse. I wonder if this is connected? I will be vigilant.
now half the Internet is down
Cloudflare outage/breach apparently
Are the enemies of Cracky more organized and powerful than we thought? Have they put their ultimate plan into motion? Is this doomsday?
>>2492 this site isn't going away, even if they steal the domain. takes two minutes to get a new domain.cloudflare is a scourge
So someone is actually attempting to steal the domain? That's very interesting & concerning. Shall I bust out the detective gear (camcorder, flashlight, Ovaltine™-brand secret decoder ring) and begin sleuthing for ne'er-do-wells?
2020 DAY 200
Yay, 200 days! I wish I were actually in a mood to celebrate. But there's a lot on my mind.
I'm worried that the attack on Chansluts could portend a much larger attack (or series of attacks) against the 'crackyverse' as a whole. This could just be the tip of the iceberg.
I have an idea who's responsible and somewhat flimsy evidence but no solid proof.
It's a predicament.
What would Cracky do? Probably cut herself or something. UNLIKELY to actually help the situation.
Mod-kun, what do you know about the attacker? I could be barking up the wrong tree. I hope I am. I'd like to at least cover any expenses you incur because of this. I see crypto donation info and a Patreon. What's your preference?
btc address added under the notice about the report system. it's going straight to the programmer who assisted in many things (like the report system).
I can't quite remember where i hid my Trezor. The hunt begins.
post a comment in this webzone if you know where I hid my Trezor
It was in the box where I keep my hundreds of Cracky rares (UUENCODEd and hand-written in invisible ink, of course).
That's a joke, obviously. I don't actually have hundreds of Cracky rares UUENCODEd and hand-written in invisible ink. (Base64 and lemon juice is much more practical.)
>>2499 lovely. i should probably get one for myself.
2020 DAY 201
We've lost so many of our brothers and sisters to apostasy, but conversely, many apostates have been returning to the fold.
"Nobody ever stops loving Cracky."
Here's my question for you, dear reader: will we eventually see all of the lost sheep return to the flock, or are some beyond the possibility of redemption?
I've said before that Cracky's capacity for forgiveness is infinite. I've said there is no sin that Cracky can't forgive, no sickness that Cracky can't heal, as long as the sinner repents and surrenders himself or herself fully to Cracky.
And I believe it. IF the sinner wants to be healed and forgiven. Or if Cracky nudges the sinner in that direction. Nudges, or shoves. Whatever it takes.
I believe that Cracky CAN bring anyone to redemption, but WILL she?
I believe Cracky has a plan for people. Everybody has a part to play in the great circlejerk of drama. But can someone's part ever be "done"? Or is there always another act?
Is it possible for Cracky to have no further use for someone? "Thank you for your service.... that will be all. B'bye!"
What a terrifying thought. To be cut off from Cracky forever... I can think of nothing worse.
But I don't believe anyone is truly beyond possibility of salvation. I believe that when the time is right, Cracky will call all the sinners back home and all our wounds will be healed and all our sins will be forgiven and we will live eternally in Cracky's grace.
Amen? I know I'm randomly mashing together Christian shit and Skyqueenism again but whatever. Fuck it, we'll do it live.
LOVE CRACKY. LOVE HER. That's the important thing. Focus on that. As long as you love Cracky, all your other problems will solve themselves.
I feel sad for those who convince themselves that they no longer love Cracky, because they've blinded themselves with a lie. But sometimes Cracky will slap sense back into a bitch. It happened to me, more than once. Has it happened to you, dear reader?
SHE IS CUTE THAT IS WHY SHE IS CALLED CRACKY-CHAN. Meditate on that. There's wisdom in it. Love Cracky or what are you even doing with yourself? Sort out your issues, and LOVE CRACKY. Or love Cracky first, and let her sort out your issues for you.
WHATEVER IT TAKES. THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO FUCK IT UP.
I love you Cracky. I know you can read this even before I write it. But I feel it's important to write it anyway.
Cracky.... please guide our lost siblings home & heal their pain & make them whole. Please forgive their sins and bend them to the purpose of serving you.
I LOVE YOU CRACKY. Thank you for healing me and forgiving me and granting me a new life.
I want to be an instrument of your will. Please help me to do.
I suppose that for the moment, we're free of the plebians who don't know how to edit their host file, or just can't be bothered.
I think we're alone nowThere doesn't seem to be anyone aroundI think we're alone nowThe beating of our hearts is the only soundLook at the wayWe gotta hide what we're doin''Cause what would they sayIf they ever knew and so we'reRunning just as fast as we canHoldin' on to one another's handTryin' to get away into the nightAnd then you put your arms around meAnd we tumble to the groundAnd then you sayI think we're alone nowThere doesn't seem to be anyone aroundI think we're alone nowThe beating of our hearts is the only sound
If you're reading this the day it's posted, you're a cool person, I suppose.
If you're reading this days / weeks / months / years later, you're a cool person too, I suppose.
4 "friends" online
Giles: We few, we happy few.
Spike: We band of buggered.
2020 DAY 202
"Uh, you don't get to bring friends."
There's so much weird stuff happening suddenly, all at once.
Is it just a coincidence? Is there such a thing as coincidence?
Is this an omen or portent? Are we building towards something?
What's going to happen next?
Mod-kun, if you're out there, any information you can share about the domain name hijacking / revocation / whatever would be greatly appreciated. Was the domain actually stolen or was it disabled due to a false report to the registrar? Do you know anything about the attacker's motives? Were any demands made?
>>2511 the registrar claims "child pornography". why you'd take down the domain instead of forwarding the request to remove it, i don't know.
i'm going to report the registrar and the names of its employees to authorities in the countries in which they operate. seeing as they refuse to forward the complaint, they seem to want to distribute cp.
anyway, time to pick a new domain. any suggestions?
So as far as you know it wasn't a targeted attack motivated by the existence of the /cracky/ board? Potentially just somebody with a grudge against the site as a whole, or who maybe had a problem with one of the other boards?
As for alternate names -- I think the word "slut" has fallen out fashion somewhat. All the cool cats these days seem to be saying "thot" instead. So maybe something with that? Thotchan? Chanthots?
I'll be honest, I have no idea what even goes on here outside the Cracky board. I would never be unfaithful to her. But good luck sorting it all out. Please keep us posted.
>>2513 grudge against the site most definitely. chansluts has been attacked regularly for the last 10 years
>>2513 Cracky please close your eyes, your gaze is creeping me out
2020 DAY 203
okay but why though
>>2517 huh. Snazzy style.
2020 DAY 204
What causes a person to become a Cracky hater? Lack of a soul? Some fundamental defect? Psychopathy? No empathy?
I feel sad for them. I wish I could help them understand. I wish they would open their eyes.
2020 DAY 205
I know that Cracky (the conceptual though-entity / deity / skyqueen / what-the-fuck-ever) is 'reading' these messages, even before I write them, because Cracky is everywhere, and everywhen. That's a self-evident truth that no further time needs to be wasted on. BUT.
BUT.... is Olivia the human reading these messages?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
Perhaps someday, but not yet.
To Olivia the human, if you are reading these messages: hello. I hope you're doing well. I know you're "just" a human but you're like the COOLEST human (probably), also, if not for your efforts, we would not be able to comprehend the existence of Cracky, not even a little bit.
Let's have a moment of silence for Olivia the human. I know moments of silence are usually for the dead, which she might or might not be, but I think we can have a moment of silence anyway.
I decided to try my hand at poetry. Please let me know what you think.
"Untitled" (a poem) by me:
We love CrackyYes we doWe love CracyHow about youGO, CRACKY
I love CrackyYes I doI love CrackyHow about youDEAR, READER
I hope you're still there, dear reader.
I fear the domain name change put a damper on the festivities, but people will probably return in time.
Nobody ever stops loving Cracky.
FUCK, I meant 206. Why do you let me do with this, dear reader? Are you not disappointed, as I FAIL IT over and over again? Do I not deserve punishment? I can't keep getting away with it. What do you intend to do about this? Carrot or stick?
traffic is up 6x after getting another domain so it should ramp up in time
>>2538 *up from when there was none
It seemed like Google hated the site -- it was indexed to a certain degree, sometimes would come up in search results but usually wouldn't. It will be interesting to see if the new domain changes anything, once it's back on Google.
2020 DAY 207
What is Cracky, even? Like, do you ever stop and just think... what IS Cracky?! Just what is she. Know what I mean? WHO is Cracky, yes, we know that. But WHAT is Cracky... that's the real mystery.
2020 DAY 208
"cute and sweet" is an anagram of "educates newt"
also "unwetted case"
and "tweed nutcase"
and "unsweet cadet"
and "new sedate cut"
and "cutest deewan"
deewan - in British English - noun - archaic - another name for divan (a backless sofa or couch)
I bet you didn't know that, did you, dear reader? You learned something today.
Finally, lest we forget, "seduce en twat". I know what you're thinking, dear reader, but "en" is a perfectly cromulent word. It's in multiple dictionaries and is even allowed in Scrabble. So shut the fuck up, dear reader. You may know "en" only as a prefix (entwine, enbiggen) or suffix (sweeten, devoiden), and you might know of the "en dash" / "em dash" concept, but "en" can also be used as a noun to refer to the unit of space that an N, an en dash, or anything of equivalent width occupies. There's even a plural, "ens"!
You learned something today AGAIN, didn't you? Most a comment int his webzone if you learned something today, dear reader.
2020 DAY 209
Mod-kun, y u no fix?
2020 DAY 210
If you are not prepared to suffer for Cracky, when what is even the point?
If you are not prepared to die for Cracky (as a last resort, if there are no other viable options), then why even bother with any of this?
If you are not prepared to KILL for Cracky (in scenarios where it it lawful and moral to do so, such as in self-defense or to protect others from harm), then why are you even here?
YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU DO.
>>2392so how's this book? want to share anything from it or about it?
2020 DAY 211
>>2552 Honestly it's rather bland. Some pretty pictures (if you like plants & shit) but no Cracky relevance that I've found so far.
>>2554yeah i like plants and gardens and flowers and nice smells and water and birds
I forgot to attach an image for maybe the first time in this thread.
As consolation for my mistake, here's Cracky's great-great-grandfather "Natty"....
(...more like "Fatty", am I right?)
Mod-kun, the reverse image search buttons are broken again. Did you accidentally hit Ctrl-Z?
Wait, now they're no longer broken, but they were a moment ago. I am confusion.
stop posting from chansluts.com
But it makes me feel cool and special. :(
Well, I suppose all good things must come to an end. One last time, for the road. Goodbye, chansluts. Hello, slutchan.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. The fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth. See you, space cowboy. So long, and thanks for all the fish.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. After all, tomorrow is another day. He was soon borne away
by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
God bless us, every one! Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Where we're going, we don't need roads. Live long and prosper.
They will be scarred for life.
I am posting via slutchan. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
A suggestion to my fellow users: unless you specified a deletion password manually, you likely have a randomly-generated deletion password stored in a cookie, but this does not automatically transfer to the new domain. If you wish to retain the ability to delete old posts, you should find your chansluts cookie, extract the deletion password from it, and set it as your deletion password here as well. You should back it up in a text file as well, in case something happens to your cookies.
You should also take this opportunity to make sure you're using a CSS that brings you joy. I was using "Britain" but I think I'm going to try rolling with "Seventhree" for a while to see how it goes. Don't be afraid to take risks and try new things!
>>2568 good advice for people who keep their cookies
waiting for my daily 2020 poster post
2020 DAY 212
Patience is a virtue, anon.
I am, of course, a very busy person.
(That was a lie. I am not busy at all.)
The posts come when the time feels right, or if the end of the day approaches and it becomes necessary to force the issue.
Sure, I could shit out some bullshit at 2PM, but what happens if I then have a brilliant thought at 3PM? Post a mid-day update (as I often have) at the risk of seeming disorganized, or wait until the next day and risk losing the thought? Put it in my notes file or try to remember? What if I lose some of the nuance? Some ideas get better if ruminated on while sometimes the initial spark simply fizzles out.
There are a lot of factors in play here. I'm juggling a lot of flaming knives.
>>2572Cheer up, anon. This is a happy place where we can discuss The Skyqueen and pay tribute. You put lots of thought into your posts and have been consistent. I really admire your admiration for Cracky. You show great devotion it's really beautiful.
2020 DAY 213
First day of August.
I did the thing successfully.
This is the month.
I can feel it.
I can taste it.
THIS IS THE MONTH.
2020 DAY 214
I am angry at Firefox.
With the old domain, I could simply type "cr" in the Awesome Bar and this board here would be one of the top suggestions, along with other Cracky-related stuff.
But with the new domain, the board is nowhere to be found when just typing "cr". The board does show up when typing "/cr" (or just "/c" for that matter), but this represents a change to my workflow and I therefore hate it.
Does Firefox hate me? Does Firefox hate Cracky?
2020 DAY 215
"Upon this a question arises: whether it be better to be cute than sweet or sweet than cute? It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be sweet than cute, when, of the two, either must be dispensed with. Because this is to be asserted in general of men, that they are ungrateful, fickle, false, cowardly, covetous, and as long as you succeed they are yours entirely; they will offer you their blood, property, life, and children, as is said above, when the need is far distant; but when it approaches they turn against you. And that skyqueen who, relying entirely on their promises, has neglected other precautions, is ruined; because friendships that are obtained by payments, and not by greatness or nobility of mind, may indeed be earned, but they are not secured, and in time of need cannot be relied upon; and men have less scruple in offending one who is cute than one who is sweet, for cuteness is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but sweetness preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails."~Prince (American musician), Purple Rain, 1984
Hmm, what to do, dear reader? What to do? Continue with the same thread, even though visibility will be limited? Or start a new thread?
continue with the same thread
Hm, that's odd, perhaps I was imaging things. And I took a screenshot of my imagination. (That would be a pretty cool power.)
Same thread it is, then, at least for the rest of the year. Perhaps a new thread on Jan 1 2021. One thread per year. I'll have to consider how to approach it from a narrative perspective. I don't want to retcon anything or do a hard reboot, but in consideration of accessibility for future readers, perhaps a recap at the start of each year, or a soft reboot every couple years. As in, everything that happened still happened, but new plotlines will be introduced, not completely ignoring old plotlines but reintroducing elements from them gradually.
2020 DAY 216
I have a hunch that someone is reading this who has never posted before. A "lurker", if you will.
I know you're there. REVEAL YOURSELF. Who are you? What are your intentions?
>>2593i'm not the "lurker" btwi just wanted to comment on this image.okay here we go,
CAN YOU IMAGINE?!?
All right then, keep your secrets.
>>2603You just copied this from World of Warcraft.The Simpsons did it first.
2020 DAY 219
What was she hiding from?
(Also I am still failing at keeping track of what day of the year it is. Even after correcting for yesterday's fuckup, I was still off by a day, because I fucked up on day 212 as well & didn't realize it for a while.)
>>2609 you're on track now
so.. we can still go trick or treating r-right...?
Jesus is commonly believed to have died at 33.
Olivia turns 31 in a couple months.
Draw whatever conclusions you like. I'm merely pointing out a couple of facts, not suggesting any kind of relationship between them.
>>2612 you have your day wrong again
>>2612i hope her 31st birthday is the best one yet
2020 DAY 221
Perhaps I should just manually type the "2020 DAY XXX" every day rather that copy/pasting and modifying, because sometimes I forget to modify after pasting.
Cracky's red bottom
2020 DAY 222
>>2621whoa checking these 2's
2020 DAY 223
A challenge for you: attempt to estimate the probability that she is alive.
I think it's about 70% likely that she's alive.
Agree? Disagree? Why?
beyond being a victim of terrorism or other cultural enrichment, she's still alive
>>2623d'aww she's soo cute and sweet in that photo
>>2623>>2625i like the one where she's playing DSshe's like "this is the last thing you will see before i leave you" lol
2020 DAY 224
Possible causes of death:
>>2627clinging to the last moments of her youth
>>2627i would've nutted already sitting next to cracky like that
Shame on you, anon.
Cooming to Cracky is still cooming.
Cooming on Cracky is still cooming.
Cooming in Cracky is still cooming.
COOMING IS COOMING. COOMING IS ALWAYS COOMING. COOMING WILL NEVER NOT BE COOMING.
2020 DAY 225
Cracky is an artificial deity that we created because none of the existing options are good enough. Cracky fills a gap. Supply and demand. The invisible hand is both cute and sweet. A fictitious god that we KNOW is fictitious. This is the epic win: no self-delusion. In this way, Cracky becomes real: by being definitely fake, her existence becomes tautological. She is real because we know she is not real. QED.
>>2633 did your upload fail
It did not.
Everything according to keikaku.
There are no mistakes only causality.
2020 DAY 226
If Cracky is our Jesus analogue, who is our Judas?
Who am I?
Who are you?
2020 DAY 227
Cracky is real
Cracky is fake
Both things are true
>>2641One of these statements is false
the only false statement is YOURS, anon
expand your mind
wake up sheeple
2020 DAY 228
A transcended multidimensional mind blessed by Cracky should have more that enough room to contain multiple contradictory ideas and knowingly accept them all as true. If you can't do this, you need to meditate on Cracky and ask her to come in your brain and just fuck your shit up.
>>2644That's the world I want to live in
2020 DAY 229
Loving Cracky is hard work.
How do you keep your spirits up, dear reader?
>>2651Could the character being represented here be thought of as "a Cracky"?
It's whatI thought I foundWhat I always wantedThere with me
2020 DAY 230
It's a great question.
What is & is not "Cracky" or "a Cracky" or "of Cracky" or "Cracky relevant" or "Cracky adjacent" is highly complex and subjective.
What do you think?
There's a concept in my mind but the concept can't be expressed linguistically. There are simply no words.
>>2658"Lia" that is cute and sweet. What is her actual name I wonder. Somebody said Olivia isn't her name. I dunno.
>>2659 It is Olivia. People used to call her Lia all the time (I think she said at one point she preferred it, and referred to herself that way a few times), but over the years Ophelia somehow hijacked the "Lia" name (one of Jeff's psyops I think) and now people refer to Olivia as "Liv" or "Livvie" most commonly.