Browsing the blog archives for February, 2008
Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest! I have two hours of sleep on board (for a good, fun reason) so all mirth must spring forth elsewhere. Cast your gaze lolward.
This isn’t so much about the joke, Youdopia. I’m not one for acausal scatalogy. It’s not because love Gilbert Gottfried so much, that I want to make an effigy out of papier maché and sodomize it. It’s because when someone is in the Zone, they’re channeling the zeitgeist (at least) or an Archetype. What I [...]
Jimmy Page can do no wrong. He is my real daddy. I love him. Every insane quality attributed to Chuck Norris is false. The question to every Jeopardy answer is “Who is Jimmy Page?” It’s true. From the Crown to the Kingdom…. the Zosophonic one reigns. By the way, this clip is surreal and ridiculous [...]
I hate religious types knocking on my door. In fact I hate people knocking on my door. I’m not a people person. I am, but I’m not. I get along great w/ most people, but… Don’t come to my home and disturb me to tell me about a religion that I have studied more than [...]
Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Everyone knows that Hitler and Henry Ford were BFF’s, and that Disney was no fan of the Jews, but… goddamn. It’s just a bit eepycray that in another timeline, in the universe next door, Hitler remained an artist. It’s kind of like The Man In The High Castle. Now, [...]
Well, I’m trying… again. The drunk w/o drink carries on the Hibernian tradition of living on charm and bluster. For the first time in years, probably over a decade, I performed the LBRP. It’s funny how quickly it came back to me. I have been shown recently that I have no clothes, emperor-wise. And it’s [...]
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An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress… -Yeats Pulp Fiction: I Don’t Dig On Swine – video powered by Metacafe
True Grace is often gritty. The holy spirit is a man of the people. Shakti herself is as much Salomé as Shekinah. It’s all in teh kinetics, the motion, the clapping, not the one hand. Shakti is the vibration of Shiva’s String. Lingam and Yoni fit into String and M theory better than Tao into [...]
As Mephistopheles sings in Randy Newman’s Faust, “The proof of the pudding is in the pan, and I wanna be your man.” to sweet Linda Rondstadt. You see, even the devil can fall in love. That’s the rub. That’s the part of Christian theology that gets rushed through, in a hushed mumble, while you’re looking [...]
moar funny pictures Howdy. I’m migrating my Blogger blog to this here WordPress blog. Why for? Cuz I bought the website, youdopia.com, and also because Blogger is talking to a surgeon with Down’s Syndrome. Unsettling, unwieldy, unholy, and …. TOO FUCKING ANNOYING. So, peace, brethren. Rest ye. Show me your titties.
