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hooray for minimalism!
I know this isn’t the look of friv.net, but it’s better than the blue default.
friv/matt is still pristine.
Now, more than ever…
i can’t help but smile when i read that, because i feel like it must already be happening. people setting out to realize their dreams supported by those who feel likewise, is indeed a beautiful thing.
there is no giving or taking, because they are both so freely expressed as to one being indistinguishable from the other.
it all starts with a corner. one corner, one location, one idea. say the friv music store. that store grows, and expands down the block. it expands again, and soon it’s storefront takes up half the block. recording studios extend out the back, and soon a full quarter of the block is a friv enterprise. directly across the street, a friv cafe opens. it expands down the block. in the back, a bar and club open, and soon, in like fashion, there is another quarter block section of friv. across from there, a movie store opens. a theater and arcade open in the back. across the street, a clothing studio opens, with an art studio in the back.
you are walking down the street, and reach this intersection, and realize you are at the corner of friv and mcawesome. you want to be here. you bide your time, and watch as the enterprises grow up above, and soon there is a graphic design lab above the art studio with a sky walk to the movie production company above the theater, and a smoking lounge in a loft above the spacious music store, where you can feel the beat of the music being produced below if you lean your back against the wall. you wait until the rest of the space around this intersection turns into housing, and move in. you spend a night at the open kitchen above the restaurant, cooking a meal for your friends, and letting other parties at other kitchen stations place orders for the rest of your food, while you supplement your meal for free with the credits this earns you. you take an aikido class at the gym, and then recombine your center of gravity with the cute girl you meet at the club later that night, dancing to the now perfected track you heard the dj producing during an open recording session a few weeks earlier.
then it hits you. you find your one idea, a new way to supplement the thriving frivolity. you see the building next the one you live, say the south east building of friv and mcawesome. you share your idea with like minded people, and together reserve some space to begin your new enterprise. you nurture your idea, and watch all of the other elements utilize the services you can provide, giving them things they never thought they needed.
your enterprise grows beyond what the current building can handle. you are confined in the space, surrounded by other likewise cramped enterprises. you don’t panic, yet neither do you stay complacent. you find another corner, and move your idea there. you expand up the block, and watch your friend who worked at the open kitchen you loved so much open a new, similar establishment across the street. a lounge large enough to host its own shows open up in back, and an arcade opens up across from them, with a software production company and digital effects studio above it.
and so friv grows on. good ideas do not die. the are incorporated into other ideas, or simply move to a new space that can handle them. soon the original music store sits as the flagship tenet of its own 50 story building, with stories worth of studios above it, with separate spaces for different facets of recording, mixing, and mastering. the physical product is produced in building, and sold in store below. above this, there are offices with teams to provide the necessary distribution and management to spread the music around the world, and arrange for musicians to tour behind it. the residential space above that is a magnet for musicians, who savor the convenience of all but working from home.
and you watch your idea grow. one of your original partners falls in love, and moves to a different city where they finds their own corner. your flourishing idea can easily handle such expansion, and your two locations work soon work in concert. and so, friv spreads through the world. friv people are drawn to friv corners like homing pigeons in every town they visit, and return home excited to share all of the new things they have seen, and perhaps a new idea of their own.
why am i friv? what brought me here, and what do i seek to gain?
i search for advancement. my friv leads me up tier by tier, from nothing to lofty heights. it is a completely unpredictable ascension; the road from dirt to deification. that is my friv, the creation of practical solutions to the paradox of impossible and unachievable goals. it stretches my mental scope, revealing the world tier by tier. i seek to rise by no means but my own. my friv is unassailable
in a bout of extreme laziness, i will now recycle material to put on the front page. we will call this new phenomenon spotlight on friv. it takes those truly friv-defining dialogs from friv members and frivs them up for all to see. now i don’t have to think up anything to post! yay
there must be something that needs to be purged today. something that can be written, and forgotten about moments later, only to be unearthed years later and pondered in a fit of boredom. what will entertain me years in the future? well future, me tell me a little bit about yourself.
you are 28. you are still 6′4. you hair is greyer. you are an international mob boss, and arms dealing kingpin! you can topple buildings with a snap of your fingers! you have leveled las vegas, and erected a brand new town based on darkness and black and white contrast, where the only lights are uv and infrared, those wavelengths just beyond the spectrum of visible light. tourists only see the accentuation of things, but don’t quite know what they are seeing, or why things are coming into focus. in a strange twist, the town has become an even larger orgy of sex, drugs, and everything debauch. maybe this was your intend all along. the new slogan has become “what happens in vegas can’t even be seen.” the eyes of the locals have slowly adjusted, and the new evolved vegasites have built a giant blackmailing sceme, run by your underlings.
but that is just one town. you have built a new city above seattle. you have named it hiseattle, and after buying the united nations, have declared that everything 10 miles above the surface of the earth is exempt from earthbound laws, national or international. the world rejoices as small packages of marijuana fall from the sky. with no one to prosecute, the nations of earth have declared the drug legal. thus, guerilla lawmaking is born. others try to mimic your political model, but because these others are politicians and their hanger-ons, their skyborn towns plummet to the ground after the majority of their budget is earmarked for kickbacks and payoffs. the citizens are obviously outraged, and politicians are forced to denounce themselves. the world is on the verge of implosion, until on election day you descend from your perch, and declare yourself an eligible candidate. after the international skygate scandal, all politicians are now convicted felons, and thereby inelligible. you score a landslide write in victory, beating bart simpson and school sucks by several percentage points. with unlimited power in your grasp, you fly back up to your seat in hiseattle to watch.
without anything to control them, people go about their lives how they see fit. they dream dreams, and follow them. they race fancy cars down the interstate, and help eachother out of the ensuing burning wreckage. without cliches to follow, people stop locking up their daughters to the benefit of everyone. some people even learn to fly.
but some people can’t take their new freedom. the crave their old life, where their freedom was given to them by force. so from time to time, you come back to earth, and make vague statements like “all true patriots volunteer their time to rebuild our great world,” and “those who truely love liberty will work tirelessly for a better earth.” those in need of hardline guidance happily go about their days hauling wheelbarrows full of debris off the old roads, and picking up litter. political parties form into cheap labor crews, who do the grunt work for the rest of the world. freed from the realistic shackles of a logistical world by those who formerly chained them to the inane, the new independent citizenship enters a new renaissance, a period of unparalleled progress in every field. soon, real cities to rival hiseattle are born, and civilization stretches toward the heavens. the old patriots scoff behind their hands and wallow in their good fortune, quoting the great grand-president harding. “Those who love freedom and earth will strive to be one with her.” while civilization begins to spread into the vastness of space, the remain citizens of earth consolidate their powers and form The Patriots for Freer Liberty. they form primitave communities made from mud and agricultural waste, and when they aren’t working in their building crews, they spend their time debating who is the closest relative of the original earth. with their food provided to them by their employers, and with their own television stations run by the PFL, they have no need for rest of the earth. slowly, earth is reincoorporated into the new galactic federation. The PFL is officially recognized, and its members are free at any time to leave their labor gangs and join the rest of society without any punishments or stigmas attached to their past. these people are seen as traitors by the PFL, and are used as object lessons by the other members, examples of what happens when your patriotism wanes.
and so, through a freak set of circumstances that somehow nullifies the vast powerbase of idiocy-based of extremism, you save the human race. even the animals rejoice. sharks promise not to kill innocent beachgoers. tiny dogs vow to never bark endlessly for no reason, and cats finally stop acting like they are entirely superior, and look at humans as equals. birds rejoice, as they finally now have someone with a brain larger than a shelled peanut to fly around with.
and your goal? the famed international smoke ring, a space bong that takes three billion people to light and draw. once it is lit, it ignites a solid weed core at plasma-level temperatures. it burns forever without any waste, and the specially treated materials lining the inside of the ring ensure the smoke inside never goes stale. renaissance indeed.
simple goals are not enough. frivolity is not about just being rich, or being famous, or having a nice car. frivolity is about the specifics. the things that turn feelings of contentment into epic happiness. it is about stretching the boundaries of what we want beyond what we have seen is possible, so we can achieve things never seen before.
to do this, one needs something of a twisted mind. one needs the courage to follow the swirling patterns of thought to their natural conclusions, instead of trying to force them into something they aren’t. this is how we thrive, how we see things we weren’t expecting.
these are the revelations that i live for. something so completely different, that it almost makes me doubt my sanity. the true creations of my mind, not those things that are adopted out of habit because they are paraded in front of my face. to a unique individual, life should seem slightly askew from the norm.