The air conditioning in my room has broken down again. Right now the temperature is 90 F and climbing. Things could be worse, last year the breakdown came in April.
I screwed up, forgot just when the end of summer term was, so I didn't drop the Photo Lab class in time to preserve my retake option, and I didn't clean out my locker in time. I've lost my grungy lab towel and a 25-pack of (no longer in production) Agfa MCP 310 RC Glossy print paper. At least I didn't leave my folder full of negatives there.
Arthritic degeneration in my neck had me in some very severe pain between my shoulder blades and all the way down my left arm for a while. A half dozen or so visits to a chiropractor relieved the pain, but now my left index finger is numb, and the adjacent sides of my thumb and middle finger. Sometimes the numbness spreads into my palm. It makes me even clumsier than usual because I always help my right hand with my left, and my left isn't reporting back what it's doing. It's weird, the motor functions aren't affected at all. If I carefully watch what I'm doing it works fine, but if I glance away or try to do something without looking I fumble.
I'm also in a prolonged bipolar slump. Sometimes I can spark myself up again with some sort of intense interest, sometimes I just have to ride it out until my neurochemistry changes up in its own dear sweet time. It's a struggle to rouse the energy and attention to do much of anything. At times like this, I tend to retreat into books. I've been reading a lot lately, right now I'm having a good old time with The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. Thompson.
After the barrage of quotations in my last post, I decided to amuse and abuse you, my friends, with some thoughts of my own, and some bad old jokes.
If you met a living being with the face, figure, and proportions of a Barbie(tm) doll, what would you say? I would say "Welcome to planet Earth. Can you get me out of here?"
People in the illegal Protection racket say they're selling Insurance, while people in the legal Insurance racket say they're selling Protection. The sad part is, you're more likely to get exactly what you pay for from the illegal protection peddlers.
The prevalent superstition has it that any knowledge whatsoever of sexual matters is inherently harmful to children, and that they must be "protected" from any such knowledge by every means available or imaginable. That idiocy doesn't protect children, if anything it only protects pedophiles. If little Sally knows what it's about, she can blow the whistle on Uncle Harry the first time he puts the moves on her. If she doesn't have a clue, then their Special Secret Game just goes on and on.
The Pope called Michael Jackson on the phone, and said "My Son, if you continue the way you are, I may have to make you a Priest."
Has anyone else noticed that once Britney started acting scandalous, all the "Britney Spears Nude!" eMail spam stopped?
If whoring were a recognized, tax-paying, respectable profession, only qualified professionals would be doing it. As it is, too many (at least at the street-corner level) are simply witless down-buttocks who don't have anything else to offer the world. I mean, if some scabrous, burnt-out 5th Street slag says "Wanna mess 'round, 5 bucks" to me, while I'm waiting for the bus at 12:30 am, while I'm saying out loud "No, Thanks," I'm thinking "If you don't think your ass is worth at least $50.00, I sure as Hell don't want a piece of it."
Q: What's the diifference between Theology and Mythology? A: Whether or not the perpetrators of the myth still hold political power.
Truth is a Spiritual concept, with implications and consequences for every aspect of human Life. Religion is a Political concept, its main purpose being to gain and hold Wealth and Power, with little or no regard for Truth or Spirituality. Every religion has something to say about sexuality, because if people submit to dominance and control over something so primal and fundamental, it is then relatively easy dominate and control every other aspect of their lives. Link that to the fear of death, and you've got an unbeatable combination.
The two simplest and most obvious steps in life, arriving and leaving, sex and death, are the most obscured in nonsense, superstition, obfuscation, denial, evasion, myth, supposition, repression and oppression. Come on folks, face it, it's so easy. We all got here the same way, some two people fucked and it worked, a baby got made. We all leave the same way, we die. In between the two we have a Life, and it would be a lot more pleasant and worthwhile without all the spurious noise about sex and death.
Q: What's the difference between an Archaeologist and a Grave Robber? A: A College Degree.
Modern Theater devolved from the ancient high art of Initiatory Magick. That same capacity to assume a character is that which invokes a god form. Thus, an actor should approach the craft with the reverence and devotion of a priest, and an occultist should muster up production values at least equal to a high school Thespian play.
Occultists and illusionists each consider the others to be Brothers of the Left-Hand Path. Illusionists think occultists shouldn't be messing with Dark Powers. Occultists think illusionists shouldn't be abusing what powers they have to put on a cheap show.
At some magic age, anywhere from 12 to 18 depending on the State you're in, young people are suddenly supposed to be capable of informed consent without having been provided with any information except what they've picked up from their peers in the locker room and behind the bowling alley. There is no magic age, there is only verifiable physical reality. People who are capable of having children are no longer children, and deserve accurate, timely, and responsive information with which to make what are arguably the most important choices of their lives.
The real trouble with women is that they are human beings, and as Lazarus Long pointed out, human beings are deadly dangerous wild animals.
Q: Why don't women have brains? A: Because they don't have dicks to keep them in.
Liberals want to build schools and hire teachers, conservatives want to build prisons and hire cops.
I really dislike the plasticized baby-girl-doll look, and not just because it strikes me as a juvenile fetish. The Cosmetics industry subtly (but surely) pushes the notion that the natural female is inherently ugly, stinky, off-color, too hairy, and generally disgusting. Women simply must support a multi-billion dollar industry, continually primping, scenting, painting and changing themselves, just to get a start on being "acceptable."
Sex doesn't sell, the suggestion of sex sells. It's the difference between a scanty-clad model leaning against the front fender of a car, licking her lip with the suggestion that she is Just Dying to ride with The Man Who Owns One, and the same model naked on her back in the rear, with the ad copy proudly proclaiming that this car has the widest, most comfortable and resilient seats in its class. Sex, if it sells at all, should sell itself on its own merits. All the other products should sell themselves on their own merits (if any) as well.
Jacob's Ladder scared the shit out of me. The date shown on the bottom of the screen at the opening was two weeks before I left Viet Nam. I was seriously gripping the armrests all through the show. At the end, as I stood to leave, I said "That would explain a Lot of things."
I suspect homophobes are nervous about occasionally being subject to the kind of unwanted masculine attention that women have to put up with all the time.
Regarding Bill Clinton, has it occurred to anyone else that "Slick Willie" might refer to something besides political finesse? Like, I should wish my willie was as slick, as often.
Q: What's an honest politician? A: One who stays bribed.
I screwed up, forgot just when the end of summer term was, so I didn't drop the Photo Lab class in time to preserve my retake option, and I didn't clean out my locker in time. I've lost my grungy lab towel and a 25-pack of (no longer in production) Agfa MCP 310 RC Glossy print paper. At least I didn't leave my folder full of negatives there.
Arthritic degeneration in my neck had me in some very severe pain between my shoulder blades and all the way down my left arm for a while. A half dozen or so visits to a chiropractor relieved the pain, but now my left index finger is numb, and the adjacent sides of my thumb and middle finger. Sometimes the numbness spreads into my palm. It makes me even clumsier than usual because I always help my right hand with my left, and my left isn't reporting back what it's doing. It's weird, the motor functions aren't affected at all. If I carefully watch what I'm doing it works fine, but if I glance away or try to do something without looking I fumble.
I'm also in a prolonged bipolar slump. Sometimes I can spark myself up again with some sort of intense interest, sometimes I just have to ride it out until my neurochemistry changes up in its own dear sweet time. It's a struggle to rouse the energy and attention to do much of anything. At times like this, I tend to retreat into books. I've been reading a lot lately, right now I'm having a good old time with The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. Thompson.
After the barrage of quotations in my last post, I decided to amuse and abuse you, my friends, with some thoughts of my own, and some bad old jokes.
If you met a living being with the face, figure, and proportions of a Barbie(tm) doll, what would you say? I would say "Welcome to planet Earth. Can you get me out of here?"
People in the illegal Protection racket say they're selling Insurance, while people in the legal Insurance racket say they're selling Protection. The sad part is, you're more likely to get exactly what you pay for from the illegal protection peddlers.
The prevalent superstition has it that any knowledge whatsoever of sexual matters is inherently harmful to children, and that they must be "protected" from any such knowledge by every means available or imaginable. That idiocy doesn't protect children, if anything it only protects pedophiles. If little Sally knows what it's about, she can blow the whistle on Uncle Harry the first time he puts the moves on her. If she doesn't have a clue, then their Special Secret Game just goes on and on.
The Pope called Michael Jackson on the phone, and said "My Son, if you continue the way you are, I may have to make you a Priest."
Has anyone else noticed that once Britney started acting scandalous, all the "Britney Spears Nude!" eMail spam stopped?
If whoring were a recognized, tax-paying, respectable profession, only qualified professionals would be doing it. As it is, too many (at least at the street-corner level) are simply witless down-buttocks who don't have anything else to offer the world. I mean, if some scabrous, burnt-out 5th Street slag says "Wanna mess 'round, 5 bucks" to me, while I'm waiting for the bus at 12:30 am, while I'm saying out loud "No, Thanks," I'm thinking "If you don't think your ass is worth at least $50.00, I sure as Hell don't want a piece of it."
Q: What's the diifference between Theology and Mythology? A: Whether or not the perpetrators of the myth still hold political power.
Truth is a Spiritual concept, with implications and consequences for every aspect of human Life. Religion is a Political concept, its main purpose being to gain and hold Wealth and Power, with little or no regard for Truth or Spirituality. Every religion has something to say about sexuality, because if people submit to dominance and control over something so primal and fundamental, it is then relatively easy dominate and control every other aspect of their lives. Link that to the fear of death, and you've got an unbeatable combination.
The two simplest and most obvious steps in life, arriving and leaving, sex and death, are the most obscured in nonsense, superstition, obfuscation, denial, evasion, myth, supposition, repression and oppression. Come on folks, face it, it's so easy. We all got here the same way, some two people fucked and it worked, a baby got made. We all leave the same way, we die. In between the two we have a Life, and it would be a lot more pleasant and worthwhile without all the spurious noise about sex and death.
Q: What's the difference between an Archaeologist and a Grave Robber? A: A College Degree.
Modern Theater devolved from the ancient high art of Initiatory Magick. That same capacity to assume a character is that which invokes a god form. Thus, an actor should approach the craft with the reverence and devotion of a priest, and an occultist should muster up production values at least equal to a high school Thespian play.
Occultists and illusionists each consider the others to be Brothers of the Left-Hand Path. Illusionists think occultists shouldn't be messing with Dark Powers. Occultists think illusionists shouldn't be abusing what powers they have to put on a cheap show.
At some magic age, anywhere from 12 to 18 depending on the State you're in, young people are suddenly supposed to be capable of informed consent without having been provided with any information except what they've picked up from their peers in the locker room and behind the bowling alley. There is no magic age, there is only verifiable physical reality. People who are capable of having children are no longer children, and deserve accurate, timely, and responsive information with which to make what are arguably the most important choices of their lives.
The real trouble with women is that they are human beings, and as Lazarus Long pointed out, human beings are deadly dangerous wild animals.
Q: Why don't women have brains? A: Because they don't have dicks to keep them in.
Liberals want to build schools and hire teachers, conservatives want to build prisons and hire cops.
I really dislike the plasticized baby-girl-doll look, and not just because it strikes me as a juvenile fetish. The Cosmetics industry subtly (but surely) pushes the notion that the natural female is inherently ugly, stinky, off-color, too hairy, and generally disgusting. Women simply must support a multi-billion dollar industry, continually primping, scenting, painting and changing themselves, just to get a start on being "acceptable."
Sex doesn't sell, the suggestion of sex sells. It's the difference between a scanty-clad model leaning against the front fender of a car, licking her lip with the suggestion that she is Just Dying to ride with The Man Who Owns One, and the same model naked on her back in the rear, with the ad copy proudly proclaiming that this car has the widest, most comfortable and resilient seats in its class. Sex, if it sells at all, should sell itself on its own merits. All the other products should sell themselves on their own merits (if any) as well.
Jacob's Ladder scared the shit out of me. The date shown on the bottom of the screen at the opening was two weeks before I left Viet Nam. I was seriously gripping the armrests all through the show. At the end, as I stood to leave, I said "That would explain a Lot of things."
I suspect homophobes are nervous about occasionally being subject to the kind of unwanted masculine attention that women have to put up with all the time.
Regarding Bill Clinton, has it occurred to anyone else that "Slick Willie" might refer to something besides political finesse? Like, I should wish my willie was as slick, as often.
Q: What's an honest politician? A: One who stays bribed.
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I suspect homophobes are nervous about occasionally being subject to the kind of unwanted masculine attention that women have to put up with all the time.
I have said that same thing, just not quite as eloquently.