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I have two hours of sleep on board (for a good, fun reason) so all mirth must spring forth elsewhere. Cast your gaze lolward.
February 29, 2008
Lolcats Breaks The Fourth Wall, And Thus Becomes Even More Post Modern (ante modern)
February 26, 2008
Gilbert Gottfried Tells The Aristocrats Joke, and it’s hilarious.
This isn’t so much about the joke. 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 love about this clip, aside from the fact that I just stumbled upon it, is that the comedians who are talking about Gilbert’s perfect joke, are serious. They’re talking about a magic moment, like Jimmy’s outro solo on Ten Years Gone on 7/24/79 in Copenhagen, and it’s wonderful.
Jimmy Page Interviewed In Japan. All Rise (Tetelestai)
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 in nine different ways. Can you name them? It’s like an outtake from Ab Fab
No Thanks, My Lolcats Don’t Have Souls, Anyway.
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 you…. motherfucker.
If God is infinite, then god is Satan as much as he is little baby Jesus. He laughs when babies drown, and weeps at their funerals. He really does carry you a la the footsteps poem (hahaha) ….
He is Charlie Brown AND the football
But…
He’s Lucy too.Also, he’s none of them.
Sometimes
(I’m right)
(sometimes)
February 25, 2008
Sneezy, Dopey, Happy, and… Nazi? Art Collector Finds Hitler’s Disney Drawings
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, don’t be obvious and bumper stickery and say something like, “Well, I knew Disney was evil long before this.LOL” This is pretty novel. I mean… there’s a pretty good chance that those little cartoon dwarves…. and Pinnochio too… were drawn by the 20th Century embodiment of the Shadow. Somewhere, in the planes, Philip K Dick and Robert Anton Wilson are laughing their asses off. Bless them.
Nuts.
February 23, 2008
Ozymandias And The Walrus
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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 true. My fingers strain to write in that old style… bile and beligerence, but I no longer drink. At least I don’t drink like that anymore. So… again I see that I seem to be missing a key piece of the puzzle. I seem to be like a very nice computer, with a fast processor, and tons of RAM, but missing the “g” key. The times, they are a-changing. So… I did the LBRP in an attempt to clear the air. It was nice.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Philosophy.
-Hamlet, Act 1, Scene V
February 16, 2008
One Charming Motherfucking Pig
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
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February 13, 2008
February 10, 2008
God Bless Exile On Main Street… I Can’t Even Feel The Pain No More
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 the Quantum. Tailor made, that one.
People think I’m crazy, they’re always trying to waste me…make me burn the candle right down.
Keith Richards plays guitar the way Otis Redding sings. Chillblains. Yes he is a saint. His realm is elemental, but halo of brass can shine as brightly as one of gold. Better a halo than a noose.
February 6, 2008
Lucifer Is The Prodigal Son (Spoiler Alert)
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 for your fork, or pencil.
Satan.
Is he real?
I dunno. In the buddhist sense of Yes, No, and Who cares, I say sure.
The point is that Christianity had the Devil’s redemption as a given (albeit, not the majority view) for… centuries. That’s right. Islam’s take on the Devil is more in line with ….what? That’s right. Seventh Century Eastern Christianity. Origen of Alexandria (the most important guy you’ve never heard of) would have looked at Islam and called it what it was called back in the day. Another Christian heresy.
Randy Newman’s Faust is what you’d expect. A California, smooth, shiny, letter perfect, but completely shallow story about… well, fuck it. James Taylor plays God. Nuff said. However… the subject matter lends itsef to profundity. Anyhoo…. you can listen to the song I was listening to as I wrote this, by clicking here. It’s just a downloaded .mp3, so you’ll have to play it yourself, but… you can spare five minutes for a veteran, can’t you? Spare change, ma’am?
here’s the skinny on the song. It’s God (James Taylor), Satan (Randy Newman), and a little girl who recently died. Satan tells the little girl that the man who murdered her will not be punished, and when he dies, years from now… he’ll go to heaven. It’s an LA version of the Book of Job. I’m not saying it’s good, I’m just saying that it inspired this post.
February 4, 2008
Lolcats… So Wholesome…. So Normal. I’m a normal boy. I’M A NORMAL BOY
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.
