m“Almost all people are hypnotics.      The proper authority saw to it that the proper belief should be induced and the people believed properly.” — Charles Hoy Fort

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Weathering the storm...

I have this quote on the homepage of my company website...
“Just as the tumultuous chaos of a thunderstorm brings a nurturing rain that allows life to flourish, so too in human affairs times of advancement are preceded by times of disorder. Success comes to those who can weather the storm.”
- I Ching No. 3

Trouble is, I don't know for certain anymore whether I can weather the storm. There are times, rather a lot of them lately since the curse of Md has befallen me... us, rather... and keeps lingering, hanging on in desperation, that I feel about to succumb to... something detrimental. I don't know. There are other times when things seem good, and even great, but those are fleeting... today's sole good news was that a Texan dude made a repeat purchase at the t-shirt store. That was very cool. Yesterday had two, a note from my wonderful friend and that this blog got reranked to a 3, up from its mysterious devaluation to nothingness. Strange, that last bit.

Nice, certainly, but not what really needs to happen, you know? Sorry to keep flip-flopping on you more than Clinton ever did... just be glad I don't post everyday :-D. I need to snap out of it. It's hard though. It's... the relentlessness of it.

I'm told, by those that matter most to me, that it will all work out. I tend to believe that, but my skeptical side is ever knocking just off stage. Then of course there's living up to this quote off the sidebar here...
“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
- Louisa May Alcott

...Sigh

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Easin' on down the road

More at ease now... [hey you, thank you so much for being there]. According to a Dr. Solomon, it'll help in my current quest as well... to find what has been hidden from me. And that in turn will help commence getting on with all the other things that need getting on with. The transformation, the reinvention, long in process, must proceed apace.

I saw a psychic on Sunday. It wasn't my first ever reading, there have been a few, but it was the first time I'd sought out a live one on purpose for a face to face meeting. I made it there within a minute of the time allotted for the last session of the day. A spur of the moment decision, driven by a deep need... I thought she could help the quest. Her peers said she could. So far there's been no result. But she had some other cool things to say about what I should work on. There were a couple of things she picked up on that surprised me. Including describing the layout of my living room. My good friend Marty Cain told me I have a rather extensive aura. I guess that's a good thing. So in general I was pleased. Some of these things will be kind of hard to do. But they need doing.

My friend didn't want to whack a Murdoch... I guess it is a bit silly. Kinda fun for us lil boys, though, in a strange and childish sorta way. Damn GI Joes teachin' us violence... gotta eradicate that stuff. Do sign the petition, though, even if you don't wanna whack him. I don't think petitions do any good, really, but, you never know, they might, so I put my cynicism aside and sign them.

There used to be, might still be there, I don't know, a restaurant in the City called... The Foo King Chinese Restaurant... I kid you not. Always thought they were just messing with our heads. Dunno why that sprang up.

I don't know what to make of the Google PageRank system. The page I'm typing this in, viewable only by me, gets a 6. This blog used to get a 4, and now is a zero. Strange being a zero. How do they do that? What does it really mean?

It is good for my head that the cops let us drive at good speeds nowadays. It is in fact the only good thing that has come out of the Regime. They probably just want us to buy more gas, which is okay with me. For me, 95 is therapeutic. :-D

Well I best be off. Must search more... must write more... must relax more... ta!

Monday, October 22, 2007

Whack-a-Murdoch!


Smack Down Big Media! What a hoot. If I was feeling less queasy and able to laugh I'd be laughing. But I hope you will, and that you get a good score hammering the evil Rupert Murdoch.

This is serious stuff though, so click the thing after you've had fun hammering the bastard and help smite the corporate stranglehold that's turned our press into the laughing stock of the world.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Ufo? Meteor Crash? Piracicaba, Brazil... :-O


Hey, now, I know this is old hat by now and I've read the articles and commentaries and extrapolations, but I saw this vid of the thing on YouTube last night and I was a bit taken aback... whoa there, hon, 'ang on 'ang on... is it me... or did the freakin' thing just turn right around and start goin' left across the screen... and then... make a left turn to get back "on course" goin' right across the screen?! I say, I say, I say... what's up with that?

Now admittedly it does certainly look like a meteor that's losin' it... especially the bit that falls off that the guy follows briefly at first... but... I mean really...

What do you think? Comments anyone?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Mass Monster Mash and UFO Show by Jim Boyd

Goats?
The Show is over but the memory of a great time lasts a long time.

Friday the 13th the Hibernian Hall in Watertown, Mass was propelled into the Twilight Zone starting with a Crop Circle romp with Nancy Talbot. It should have been a warning but I missed it! Things went swimmingly after that with Underwater UFO galore from Shag Harbor on.

Loren Coleman

Saturday night brought the things that go bump in the night starting with Loren Coleman on the "Dover Demon" and "Phantom Clowns." This was followed with several Ghost Stories from professional Para Types including a TAPS lady from the popular TV show.

The whole thing was filmed by Batman ...it seemed apropos at the time. Good snacks were on site but no booze. Crop Circles need Booze!

Next year October 18th! Be there! I will.

Pooka

Jimi on Lulu

Musical genius of the highest order. A major hero and Ig influencer, this man. Voodoo Chile, Hey Joe and a bit of Sunshine of Your Love before the Beeb couldn't handle it anymore. Thanks Mick Farren! I feel a bit better now.



Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Throw the Trickster from this train...

Spoke too soon in my euphoria over some good news... alles in ordnung, nicht! Trickster's still hanging about... and with the most heinous intent of all, to screw up the lives of two people. I've twigged the source of this unrelenting evil... to the land south of 'ere... the land where Ravens spoke... yes... yes indeed.

© Karasu Tengu
© Karasu Tengu

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Trickster relents und alles in ordnung! Yay!

Well, well, well now... it would seem that today has turned out really freakin' great! ... Trickster dude has relented in his Republicanesque assault and I was thrilled to learn that things are okay now out in the land of the angels.

This is very good indeed as it means I can think again instead of trembling with fear and worry. There's a lot of stuff to do, a real lot, and now, I can well and truly dig in.

So I'm looking forward to getting a few good posts in as well. Stay tuned!

Cue humongous sigh of relief... mark... speed... clap...

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

OVNI Lyon

ufo hoovering over LyonHere's a right classic ufo shape just spotted hoovering over Lyon, France. Click for the story at the ufofu blog - note, though, that it's in French.

Monday, October 08, 2007

3 and a 1/2 out of 5, I guess

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

--Storm Jameson

Horror

the horror © IFMakarevichSpirits got up to $7 a pack so I'm smoking Drum now. Works good. And they look like joints, so I can pretend I'm having a good time. A rich lady backed into my car with her Land Rover today at the supermarket. Perfect choice of vehicle, Trickster dude. Just to nudge me a little closer to the edge. I'd just gotten the thing back from the body shop in Maryland, who did a mediocre job at best, although I'd rate it as simply bad. Still works okay. Hard to kill a '98 A3. Much easier to kill a '55 iG. The trickster's really, seriously out to get me. Relentless he is, with horror after horror after horror after horror, each worse than the preceding disaster. And it affected someone else. Bastard. My own mind ain't helping, either, nor has it ever. I must reinvent me again. Maybe then it will all be okay. Fucking void.