Wow. That other site thread was epic strangeness. For those too lazy to pop over there, some choice Dinger posts:
I read this before I blocked you, you are fortunate you happened to pick one of my favourite movies as your screen name, and one of my favourite songs.
Therefore, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I will send email you a link to the album, legally.
After this, you are blocked, do not bother responding except by email.
Anyone else, you can try to email me, I will flip a coin to see if I read it or delete it.
Or perhaps, I will just roll a 20 sided dice...
Sucks I cannot block the global moderators, but they are insignificant enough in the grand scheme of things that I can "manually" ignore them. I love them anyways, they mean well, and should heed their own advice, if that is what they are doing. If they are hating, then they should experience that fed back at them, as there is no love without hatred. They are sown from the same seeds of life.
Funny that I am taking the advice that Danno gave you all about Justin long, long ago. You reap what you sow. You are all blocked. And now you all have absolutely no fucking say in the matter at hand, except for Paul. Waiting for him, to finish this.
The difference is that I sense no crisis. I sense peace. My crisis was thinking that playing Stoner Rock for a living was a sustainable model. My "midlife" crisis is over, now, it died with Black Pyramid. You were correct in that, which is why you are the only person I have not blocked, because your advice was the only advice that was sound, or mattered. You saw the tower, or the "pyramid", for that matter about to collapse.
My Zen center has been closed for a month. I do not take it that seriously anyways, I had said initially that I might take the robes and then burn them the day they called me a "master", but people only hear what they want to hear.
That was unnecessary - I saw that my sensei spoke constantly of distractions, was constantly telling me what was and was not a distraction, and yet, she is the most distracted person I have ever met. She prides herself on that. How am I supposed to take someone seriously when they advice me to ignore everything as a distraction, yet they are perpetually distracted?
That is why your good name, Paul, meaning "small", or "humble", is involved in this. Ironically, you are the one person on here who is as small as me. With my vegetarian diet, exercise, and yoga practices, I now weight 150 pounds, and I live up to one of my names, Andrew, meaning "strong."
You had the answer, so I want you to show me the door. I cannot see it. Leave, and I will follow. Then there will truly be one less Stoner Rock CD reviewer in the world, Paul. A very merry un-birthday, to you, good sir.
If you know what is good for you, take it elsewhere, Metal And Beer. I love you like a brother, and I know all of you stuck here commiserating just want to see a good trainwreck, so watch and enjoy - do not interfere.
Do this for me, and I will be doing it soon in return.. When I go back to Belchertown, where I grew up, there is no internet. There is no cable. There is not cell phone service. There is me, my family, and the woods. There is peace, there is tranquility. There is a house big enough for me to have as many pets as I want. There are multiple gardens. There is a brook that I can play in. Leave Paul and I alone, I will not address you again, because you have nothing to offer me except this one small thing that I ask of you.