Here. Wherever you go, you are there, which means here. You have not been here for a long time, but now here you are.
I self-banned for a while. It's been nearly 2 years. But, it seems like you guys are stuck in the same arguments you (we) were having when I left...hence my hopefully humorous "So where were we."
I needed to take a lengthy break, but I asked my good friend Kharakov to ask Ray if I could have the ban lifted, and he was gracious in complying.
I don't know if I should keep the Loretta joke going or go back to one of my usernames:
WilliamB
Gulielmus Beta
I kind of like Gulielmus Beta (William B in Latin), but I decided to drop it when I discovered that Aleister Crowley and his band of hedonistic heathens [just kiddin'] liked to use Latinized names in their whackadoodle [just kiddin'] gatherings.
So anyway...
I see we're still arguing about consciousness. I note that during my absence neuroscientists and philosophers aren't any closer to figuring out how it occurs. And I see that the arguments here and elsewhere haven't really broken new ground or done much of anything except to frustrate the hell out of everybody involved.
I've learned a hell of a lot more by being my usual boring as hell and bookwormy self since I've been gone, and I will no doubt irritate the dickens out of just about all of you. But that was the only thing I was ever any good at here and on just about every board I spend any amount of time on.
*Cracks knuckles*
So, the first thing I want to say is that I might as well put anyone who won't come out and admit that they're conscious on ignore, since I see no point in arguing with people who are not conscious. If you want me to put you on ignore so's I won't irritate the living daylights out of you, just let me know.
But seriously...I will try not to be a pain in the collective a55. I will mind my manners and acknowledge my superiors, which are probably the whole frackin' lot of ya!
I will post more poems in the poetry thread, since I've been writing rabidly. I'm also on the cusp of getting famous and taking over the entire world with my incredibly amazing super-fantastic whackadoodle poetry. Once I gain autarch status, I promise I will take over America and demote the Orange Clown to dishwasher in the White House. I sincerely hope that will ingraciate most of you to my cause - which, in case I haven't mentioned, is quietly taking over the world and building the largest harem since Solomon.
I promise not to crush any of you under my heel during my dramatic and insidious rise to power.
And by the way, just so you know, I just bought a blue turban, after discovering the number 42,108,133 on the back of my shaved noggin, in tiny little squiggles. It was horrifying, but I have managed to come to terms with it, plus buy a wig, for the days when the turban is at the cleaners.
More later...