I am sitting in front of a campfire in the middle of nowhere.

Not a care in the world except, y'know, food, shelter and stuff.

Just noticed my broadband works here, in this one little spot, so thought I'd post here.

It seems kind of awesome to me, to be a tramp in the wilderness, in an autistic, idealistic and completely naiive sort of way. A tramp with internet is even cooler. It can't last. Sooner or later the trappings of civilisation are going to look pretty sweet to me, but not yet.

I walked away from everything and burned a few bridges because I just felt trapped.

Freedom versus security... a tough dilemma. What do you all think? Am I crazy?

Free and crazy are synonyms. You're a fortunate man.

I propose an Australian themed Gross avatar.

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Most interesting part of of this post. I require more data.

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There are things in this world that I dislike. One of the things I dislike the most is a serious argument, well constructed, delivered by someone who makes themselves difficult to respect.

Would this be related to woman troubles perchance? I remember you inquiring about how my situation was going, after saying you were involved in something similar. However you didn't elaborate; also I can't find the post now to confirm I didn't just imagine it.

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The chemistry must be respected.

Chances are your memory is perfectly fine, but ytzk deleted his post after you read it.

I don't think so, I'm sure I replied to it before it was deleted, unless he butchered it in a retro edit. I'm pretty sure the exact wording was "How are things with you and your little lady?" - however a lot of the time when I search for things on this forum I rarely manage to turn them up again. I guess ytzk's dilema might be entirely unrelated to that anyway though.

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The chemistry must be respected.

I can't wait to get back to civilization. Just one more week, then it's back to the States and fast food, fast cars, fast women, fast computers and fast internet.

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"Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!"

ytzk shouldn't take his current title so seriously.

Unfortunately:

Fast food + Fast women = Fat women
Fat women + Fast cars = Slow cars

On the plus side:

Slow cars + Fast computers = Working from home
Working from home + Fast internet = Pornography

How does that song go? Eat fast, die young, fat girls do it right.

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Except they don't die young and continue to exist as horrible landwhales.

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I'm building a new computer when I get back. All the parts have been ordered and are waiting there for me. It's going to be pretty epic.

Looks like I'll be working from home, selling D3 loot for a living.

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"Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!"

I sincerely hope that the old "It's his last mission before retirement" Hollywood cliché doesn't apply to you.

Not least because, if it does, I'm going to look like a world class bastard for having brought it up.

Well, we have been flying with and training up our replacements. So unless they decide to ball one up with me on board in the next couple of days, I think I'm safe. Just one or two more flights and I'm done flying until I get on the plane that takes me home.

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"Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!"

Christ, the only way you could have made that worse was by adding the line "It looks like I'll be back just in time to see my wife give birth to our firstborn son."

Oh well, it's been nice knowing you, Japes.

Seems to me like you watched Into the Wild movie, and afterwards, instead of searching YouTube for Eddie Vedder's soundtrack and writing self-motivating comments - you actually moved out on air.
Good for you.

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"Good morning world, this is your wake-up call"

Looks like you had to drop some baggage to move forward. I get overloaded too, but I think that's a neurology thing. It's the bigger, badder brother to the solitary time I need on a regular basis - i.e. no chance for regular alone time equals what you've described.

The northeast US is rather undeveloped (read; awesome), and I can spend my days wearing a respirator so I don't develop silicosis while carving soapstone.

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Don't you mean pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?

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The chemistry must be respected.

Don't you mean asthma?

I'm kind of a loner too, though I prefer the urban life over the wilderness. So I like being in a large city where I can walk the streets completely anonymously and nobody bothers me. Even when I'm at work I mostly avoid everyone else, and sit at my desk writing posts on here instead.

I like to think of it as analogous to The Sims, when you can specify the gregariousness of your Sim. So if you set it really low, their "social" meter degrades very slowly and they only need an occasional top-up to stay in the happy zone. I'm like that.

Though I find that, unlike in The Sims, this trait makes it far more difficult to bone every last woman in the neighbourhood.

Wilderness? Australia?

Hope ytzk is enjoying his new life as a breathing cocoon for giant spider offspring.

No, I mean silicosis.

Pneumonoultlramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconeosis is a form of silicosis caused by even smaller silica particles that are launched from a volcano, and not something I'd regularly come into contact with while using power tools on steatite.

An asthma attack can be triggered by silica, but asthma itself isn't caused by inhaling silica.

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Still, the word was long and had volcano in the middle. I'm easily amused.

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The chemistry must be respected.

About 15 years ago I tried to use it as one of my self-chosen vocabulary words. My teacher said no.

Hydroinframacroscopicaluminacrevasseohypoxia.

A disease you get from choking on lumps of aluminum you find in water that's in a valley.

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The giant spiders are okay.

They at least keep the deadly snakes under control.

Besides, it's all about the environment to which you're are adapted. I doubt I'd have the software necessary to safely negotiate the streets of london, let alone a pub in wales. Now that's wilderness!

As it is, rule (1), (2) and (3) is Watch Your Step, and you're okay.

The real buggers around here are the paralysis ticks but, lucky me, I have developed enough of an allergic reaction that I can sense them as soon as they try to dig in, rather than hours or days later when they are entrenched and you're sick with toxins.

It's no different to walking down a busy street, really, if you know the rules by which everyone is playing.