Jan
27
Emotions ran high this morning at Casa Keiller.
Just this day and officially it was announced that the 2012 domestique edition of the diSSent KD (junior frame extraodinaire) was departing Surrey BC.
Today.
Arriving.
Friday next.
It’s the ONLY way he’ll learn.
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26
Misfit Psycles Presents:
Lessons on self-business, making busy and staying in busy, if you so chose despite being all busy.
What follows is a brief pictorial detailing most-how the PsycleNation came to be, how it grew and subsequently where it be in the now.
The brief sketch culminates nicely with a video that I didn’t make.
Once upon a time in a magical land called Bolton, frustration and incompetence would lead our mighty hero on a quest of great selfishness…
Makers of stuffs in lands closer to Bolton told our hero to fuck off.
When they returned his emails at all.
Thanks to the electric power of the internet, our hero quickly procured exactly the sort of stuffs he desired from magic lands far far away from Bolton…these lands did not care that his minds thoughts rest on napkin and garage floors…
Much to our heros surprise, not only did he get the stuff he asked for, he got it in the quantities he needed to order it in in order to get the stuff he wanted…this upset our hero.
And his bank.
Our hero was resilient, he devised a careful scheme to sell the surplus stuff to friends and family…
This plan was a failure.
Friends and family either have no actual money or refuse to part with it for stuff they didn’t ask for.
Lo, all would not lost on that day.
Enter, PSYCLESTORE.
It would seem that (quite unexpectedly) other, like-minded souls (souls with monies) existed.
They existed AND they wanted the stuffs our hero had made in lands far far away from Bolton…and things were going well.
That is they were going well.
Well until those kind-hearted-well-meaning-like-minded souls told other similar-souls and those souls told more-or-less-similar-souls…popularity ensued.
However.
The degrees of separation had led this PSYCLESTORE and MISFIT PSYCLES interest into the outside of the easily converted…the en-mass-masses!
And now.
The crux.
We have our hero, a warrior, tactician and ne’er do well forced to talk to people…real people…
Could this be the end!?!
Stay tuned!
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26
I am writing. Something.
An update or the otherwise.
Jan
23
The process of understanding an individual persons perspective (as it moves from perception toward action – with a particular focus on judgement, entitlement and context) has always interested me.
It mostly explains why generally nice people cut in line, drive on shoulders and commit acts of douchery. It also explains why career assholes hold doors and pet kittens.
I find that this interest, my interest in the minds of others, makes me appear exponentially more intelligent to any and all that chose to consider mine own perspective from my point of view.
Even more importantly, such evaluation offers a brief (albeit self deduced) consideration on motivation in action.
And how to exploit it.
This exploition of consideration, this that is and that, is how Misfit Psycles became a vast and global conglomerate.
My project as I thought about it, was to design an exact graphic representation of your brain, your brain as a consumer. It’s workings and how it’s workings are influenced by the great Psycle Corporation.
Clearly this is your brain. I have labelled it so.
The thoughts, while substitutional and subject to alteration, are consistently mundane.
This is your brain at the utmost peak of stimulation.
While we most certainly consider our corporation magnificent, we acknowledge, this is NOT going to be your brain on Misfit Psycles.
In most cases.
There was this one time for DICKY but I only did it for the endorsement.
Sadly, this it seems, is my deduction of your brain on Misfit Psycles.
Not even my best work.
Truth be told.
Colouring that fucking unicorn brain took a lot out of me. Plus it was more fun.
I assure you though.
In my mind.
I had envisioned something else altogether…something that culminated in a great and satisfying declaration of purpose…of excitement…reward…a spectacular rendition of your brain, one that would ultimately and triumphantly lead me to a place of even greater wealth and power…
Honestly.
This is that.
This is why.
THIS
is
WHY
I hate doing things.
Because.
Things, once done, they NEVER ever, NEVER, look like the fucking picture.
I rest my case.
Never.
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16
PSYCLELABS has released both a sizing and proportions chart for the diSSent KD.
Suffice to say our testers identity has been eschewed to ensure that he doesn’t need to be compensated beyond lunch and a bed.
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