Loading ...Today I’ll be working on re-designing Noumenal net. It has finally told me what it wants to be when it grows up, so I think I’ll help it along a bit.
We’re having a drought. Did everyone know that ? Its been going on for a while but now one of our neighboring counties has run out of water. Totally. Gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘dry county’.
Its crazy because the air outside smells so parched and dry. Combined with the scent of paper-mill and crematorium, the olfactory results are less than pleasant.
Well I’m tardy chasing down Rob this week. I hope everyone hasn’t been inconvenienced by your cryptic horoscopes being a day late.
First, me:
This week’s horoscope draws on the wisdom of Gemini philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson. His soaring perspective is a perfect fit for your current astrological omens. Here’s the first: “All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.” Emerson #2: “What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.” Here’s your third Emersonian clue: “He who is not every day conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.” Let’s finish up with this battle cry, Emerson #4: “Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
So basically my entire horoscope is an Emerson rip-off. Don’t think too hard there, Rob, you might kill a brain-cell or two.
For Bas:
Do you think you could arrange to drive a car equipped with a jet engine through desert salt flats at 200 miles per hour? Given the current astrological omens, that would be my first recommendation for you. If that’s not possible, would you consider enrolling in circus school and learning how to be safely and elegantly shot out of a cannon? And if neither of those two alternatives are likely, Libra, please somehow stir up a visceral sense of moving speedily toward the future.
Alright, I want Bas’ horoscope, because I just love driving fast. As evidenced by that speeding ticket I haven’t paid yet. And anyway, living in the Netherlands I don’t think Bas will be finding too many desert salt flats.
Mojo, Rob has given you a to-do list:
Here are a few of the fine improvements I expect you to have accomplished by the end of June: tips on how to live well in two worlds; an addition to the reasons why people find you attractive; a crash course that helps you become more fluent in the language of intimacy; richer, more interesting feelings than you’ve experienced in a long time; and practical insights into how to avoid being flustered by paradoxes that have driven you crazy in the past.
And while you’re at it, pick me up a six-pack of beer and a Reese’s cup, will ya?
For Richard, Rob reminisces about an old friend:
When my friend Keith and I were in college in the early 1980s, we were extravagant ambassadors for poetry. On weekends we’d roam from party to party, reciting Neruda poems to audiences of drunk punks and declaiming Ginsberg verses as we teetered on the tops of cars. On occasion we’d scrawl our own poems on the walls of strange living rooms or improvise surrealistic spoken-word rants in the streets, begging for alms. Years later, I write a syndicated astrology column that might be described as a stealth poetry invasion, and Keith is a producer for a national news broadcast, onto which he sometimes brings noted poets to close the show with a lyrical splash. So now I ask you, Aquarius: What raw passion would you like to turn into a polished gig in the future? Now is a good time to make a deep commitment to it.
Now this is for Aquarius, who probably won’t read past that first line, because they aren’t going to care about wishy-washy tales of people they don’t know. Which I guess is one good way for Rob to get out of writing a real horoscope for Aquarius. “Yeah… thats it… I’ll write a horoscope they won’t read…”
Now I’m not saying that Aquarians don’t care about other people. On the contrary, they care very much. They care about their close friends - Aquarius is a very friendly sign. And every Aquarian has a ’cause’, where they care about a large group of strangers, for instance, the homeless, the gays, underpriveledged children, Columbian coke-farmers. But anything in-between generally will not catch an Aquarian’s interest, so talk about ’some guy’ will generally get ignored.
Shelley has a Kafka-esque horoscope:
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me,” wrote Franz Kafka. That’s an interesting approach, I guess, and though it might work for a fire sign or air sign, it’s not a wise policy for you Pisceans. In fact, I urge you to fervently resist any temptation you might have to allow your problems to gobble you up. On the contrary, be like a gargantuan sea monster in the midst of the perfect storm. Rise up as high as the dark sky and growl back at the thunder. Shoot flames from your mouth at the lightning. Become too big and ancient and wild to ever be devoured.
Okay I’m not so sure about this. I mean, sure, Kafka let his problems devour him, but just look at all the wonders he created. Sometimes problems can be the primordial ooze from whence the best creative ideas arise. I did some of my best and prolific writing in those surreal, miserable days just after my divorce. Sometimes, when problems eat us, they shit us out as gold at the other end. (such a lovely analogy, I know).
Then again, I really like sea-monsters.
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Hey, Rob talked about turning a passion into a paying gig. That is what I am all about these days.
Although I will admit to having my eyes glaze over when he talked about his surrealistic spoken word rants on the streets. That sort of thing annoys me even when I know the people.
I agree, the ultimate message of the horoscope was a decent one, but his route to the end… well… I just don’t much care about his buddy Kieth. Don’t know ole Keith, don’t want to know ole Kieth, especially if he’s going to write poetry on my walls, if I had walls.
I’m all for turning passions into a profit. If I could turn eating and wanking into something lucrative, I’d be all over it.
Oh look! Big bush Mercury is back. Hello big-bush Mercury.
I have what I like to call HOH Mercury. Hand on hip Mercury. He’s got his caduceus cocked so brazenly across one arm, his other arm has his hand on his hip, and all his weight is on one leg.
He’s the campest, gayest Mercury ever!
I can just imagine him saying “Oh, look old Mars over there. Thinks he so bleeding butch.”
I don’t know I am typo central lately. I meant “look AT old Mars over there. . .”
I know I wrote I don’t know WHY I am typo central lately. Is this dropping words. I shall submit this and see.
Nope. Just my inability to write complete sentences.
Oh well.
A drought?! Wow, we got flooded out maybe 6 times this year and you’re dry?
That Rob is bossy. Not sure about all those orders. I tend to be oppositional defiant. It’s my way.
Yeah, half of the state is on fire, and the other half has to water to put it out with. Its insane. We’ve got smoke in the air again today - its just like a fog, but a dry, smelly fog.
I’ve got the gay, camp-looking Dioscuri right now.
Can’t seem to settle down long enough to work on Noumenal Net.
I know what you mean, Che. I feel restless and overly energetic today. I am swinging between overly energetic and not enough energy. WTF?
I just got the campy cocked caduceus Mercury. Hotness…
Stay away from those smoky fogs, Che. That can’t be good for you. Poor GA is having a time of it right now.
I’ve been exactly the same way today. One minute restless and unable to settle down, next minute, tired and don’t want to do anything. Its kind of annoying.
I wish I could stay away from the smoky fog, but its everywhere. Its crazy, it really is. We need rain so bad.
I’ve got the mercury with the rather prominent genitals that would border on obscene if he weren’t such a work of art.
Rob is definitely low on stardust this week. But as a bicycle man, i love the need for speed!
I could do without the rain here; i got soaked this morning.
Dessert outing sounds absolutely great…
Yes! Let’s strap on those jet engines and kill some dead flies! Wooosshhh!!
Ralph W. Emerson won’t be on my party list for sure.. Kafka would have been!
Bas, if I hadn’t read the story of the plane grounded for smooshed up flies in the engine, I wouldn’t know what you were talking about.
And are you curious yellow?
Or are you curious blue?
I too feel energetic/drained today. Maybe because I now have had a conversation with the Director of Corporate HR about my abusive boss. So it is both coming to a close and coming to a head.
Hmmm…. top ten list of people you’d invite to a party.
Top ten list of people you’d make sure not to invite.
?
And my favorite color - viridian
Viridian makes me think of Doctor Who. For no other good reason than I once read the word in a Doctor Who book.
Hmm. Top 10 Doctors I’d invite to dinner.
Well, there have only been 10 (official) doctors, so I guess I’d have to invite them all!
Of course, three of them are dead, so they probably won’t be much a hit during dinner.
I was there when one of them died
I KNOW I wrote much OF a hit.
Am I going insane? Do I now have some dread word dropping disease. Are all my prepositions doomed to be dismissed?
I would assume that would be the 2nd Doctor who died in Georgia. Or the third Doctor who died while you were in England?
Pertwee, in Georgia. I used to go to every OpusCon in them days.
Not pertwee, troughton. Gah.
Needless to say it wasn’t the BEST Opus con I’ve been to.
I didn’t go. I had a friend in college who went and she came back saying “We started the day fine and then they announced Patrick Troughton had died.”
She said it put a damper on the rest of the events for her.
Or, the way I am writing lately
She said put damper rest events her.
It put a damper on the rest of the events for everyone. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even know Dr Who was there until after he died. I never cared too much about the panels - mostly I just brewed up a big tub of a drink called Toxic Waste and got godawful drunk.
By the way, noumenal news is off the maps with visits. Traffic has more than tripled today. Everyone is searching for that science guy who saw the Loch Ness monster.
I once met the seventh Doctor by accident. I went to that comic book store in Macon that used to be near the Eisenhower exit on 75. (Cosmic Comics? Something like that — don’t remember the name.) Didn’t know he was supposed to be there. I walked in and there he sat looking for all the world like “How in the hell did I get to this godforsaken comic book store in the poorest part of Macon, GA?”
I felt for him.
And because I am sometime just not right in the head, I thought it would be terribly rude to say anything to him, so I got my books and left.
He was there to talk to people! But I was thinking, “He really looks tired. I’d probably better not bother him. Ooo! Look a new Sandman!”
How long does one have to be an amateur scientist before turning pro?
I used to hang out at the comic book store in Warner Robins. the guy who ran it also ran the Opus con, which is how I ended up going every year, because I knew just about everyone involved. My roommate was Jame’s Doohan’s chauffeur one year. But really I just went for the booze. And sometimes to play Call of Cthulhu.
Poor 7th Doc, stuck in a run-down comic shop in a podunk southern town. Really Richard, you shoulda bought him a drink or summat.
I know. I regret it. He probably would’ve jumped at the chance.
I think Ace (or Sophie Aldred as she was in real life) was with him. I’m sure SHE would have loved to get the hell out of that comic shop.
In today’s elitist specialist society, probably 100 years. If it had been that way when Jack Parsons was practicing rocket science, we might never have made it to the moon. Many of the people who worked on that project would have been considered ‘amateurs’ and would have never gotten a grant for the work.
Here here! I was just struck by how they played up “scientist” for only a scientist could prove the existence of Nessie (sarcasm included) but they also kept stressing “amateur” so we would know that he wasn’t a professional scientist and therefor prone to mistakes.
Oh, Richard, you should have said hi. Now surely you wished you had spoken, however briefly, to a real DW actor, no? Still, I see your point about that store in Macon.
Energetic/drained; energetic/drained. I don’t get it. Still, I’m glad to have some energy some of the time.
Here’s to hoping you get some rain soon, Che. Sounds rough down there.
Well, it seems I can’t keep up, so you’ve already expressed your regrets. I agree that both would surely have jumped at the chance for a drink or two.
Mojo, you and I must be on the same wavelength today because I’m going through the same thing. Energetic/drained. Energetic/drained. Its nuts! And its not really a good, productive energetic, but a restless, nervous-energy kind of energetic. The “I wanna do somethin’ but I don’t know what nothin’ sounds good” kinda energetic.
And I agree, he should’ve spoken to the doctor.
I have, by the way, watched a couple of episodes of the new Doctor Who. It was alright, but it would be better if I was more familiar with the story.
When I’m in Macon, I always jump at the chance for a drink.
I think I shall write him a letter
“Dear Sylvester McCoy,
You do not know me, but 17 years ago I did you a grave disservice in a small comicshop establishment in Maconga of the United States. I feel that, at the very least, I owe you a drink and an apology. Extend my apologies to Miss Aldred as well and please invite her to share in our tipple.
I would also like to express my deepest regrets at your having to share the Doctor Who screen with Bonnie Langford. To think that you had the twin horrors of Miss Langford’s acting and local snubbing in a comic shop rends my heart completely.
With sincerest regrets,
Richard the Previous.”
Good one, R the P. Though when I get letters that start “you don’t know me but…”, I tend to assume they’re from Nigerian lawyers who want to deposit large sums of money into my bank account. For a small fee, of course.
Now I’ve got the pic that I like to call “girly apollo”
I’ve got Persephone sitting on a dog.
Hmm. I don’t know that Sylvester McCoy is doing much these days. Maybe I’ll drop him a line. I could just send it to the BBC.
Of course, I like the new Doctor Who. Wish they’d tone down the heterosexuality though. Leave it to an openly gay producer to “straighten” up the good Doc.
Mojo thinks the 9th Doctor is quite dishy (would append a pic if I knew how). I prefer the 10th. And that explains all you need to know about the men we are attracted to. He’s attracted to guys who look like him and I’m attracted to guys who look like me.
Um. Before the extra lbs.
And yet, we’ve been with each other 11 years.
Two narcissistic people thoroughly in love. With themselves. And each other.
Well yeah, that works. Many of my fantasies look an awful lot like me. God its no wonder we get along.
Ooooo…. the 9th Dr who is the scary guy from 28 days later! He is kinda chiselled looking and roguishly handsome. But I prefer the quirky charms of the 10th I think.
I now have the pic I like to call ‘butch Mars’.
Thought you might.
Although I can understand Mojo’s attraction to a “bit of the rough!”
Razzle!
Well R the P, you know my tastes fairly well, and they have often mirrored your own, and have on at least one occasion caused us to fight over whether a certain interest of ours was gay or straight. Of course, there’s only one way to find out. If he likes you, he’s gay. If he likes me, he’s gay.
That was usually the way it was!
Every now and then, there’d a Ross. Straight. Looks kinda gay. Or a Hux. Straight and really boring once you get to know him. Or an Ozzie. Straight, or so he says, but had anal sex with a guy “just to see what it was like. Again and again.”
Wait a minute! Most of ‘em turned out to be straight. Or at least straight enough for a night or two.
You know, I’m learning to speak your language here. “There’d a Ross”. Yes, there would a Ross. I figgered there woulda.
Lord, Hux - was there ever a greater disappointment. Damn, what an angelic looking creature. Damn, what a boring git.
What the hell is wrong with me and two letter words?
And Hux was a boring git. So disappointing. At least Ozzie was crazy enough to entertain for years.
True, we got tons of entertainment value for our money with Ozzie.
Well, tis time for my dinner. Hot dogs, I think.
No orange sauce.
Mustard - thats YELLOW. Well not this mustard. I like the spicy brown mustard. Anyway, see y’all later!
Now I’ve got Pan, and the guy with the.. ahem.. flute.
Actually, I do prefer the 9th Doctor, but I’m partial to the quirky nerdiness of the 10th as well. In summary, I’m a reluctant whore, but a whore nonetheless. Best to be honest with one’s self, I find. Most men interest me, and a few women too. Whore.
R, it may not be you. Sometimes with fancy coding FF for Mac has issues with dropping letters in these text entry boxes. It has happened to me. We probably just need to update it. While I’m biased in thinking you’re supersmart, it’s probably just the browser/OS interaction.
Just a few drops of red food coloring will set that mustard to rights: Orange mustard dogs - mmm mmmm!
Yay! Scientific double speak from Mojo reifies my position as not a crazy letter dropper.
That is also why I love Dr. Who. Scene going wrong? Written yourself in a corner? Just scientific double speak and voila! You are in the next scene.
Jo Grant - “Doctor! We’re about to die! The Ogrons are eating our brains, the Draconians are looking at us with their expressive eyes and talking to us with their expressive mouths, and my skirt is too short to shoo them away!”
Doctor - “Jo! Don’t worry. I’ll reverse the polarity of the neutron flow with my sonic screwdriver. There! Told you there was no need to worry.”
Jo - “Well done, Doctor!” Jo walks into a wall.
Doctor - “Oh, Jo, Really!”
Master looking on from the side - “Neutrons don’t have polarity. Oh, and I see Miss Grant has fallen over again. Why do I even bother with these two?”
R, that was funny stuff, but I don’t think the uninitiated will get all the nuances of the joke. Worth the alienation for the joke, I always say.
I thought the uninitiated wouldn’t get the joke, but then I thought of MST3K, some jokes for the masses and some jokes for the people who live near Brainerd, MN.
Any Pertwee loving Doctor Who fans reading the blog will feel a little love going their way with that post!
Che!
I dreamed about you last night.
I dreamed we were walking down the street in downtown Macon eating ice cream from cones.
A guy drove by and yelled out to us “Nice car!”
And you said, “Why does he think my car is ugly? We don’t think my car is ugly. That’s Adam’s thing; that’s not our thing.”
I met your statement with awkward silence.
You said, “What? How can you say my car is ugly?”
I said, “Well, it isn’t that attractive.”
And you said, “It’s not ugly; it’s a Chevette. They all look like that.”
Upon hearing this I immediately smiled and my mood lightened. I then said, “You’re right. It is a Chevette.”
And we started eating our ice cream again.
If you would like to analyze that dream, please be my guest.
I don’t do dream analysis (there’s one way to get me out of analysing that bizarre dream).
A chevette?
That was really weird, R the P. Though I could really go for an ice-cream right now.
Last night I dreamt that I went to see Bas and John Lydon in concert together. I had free tickets!
Afterward, there was a little party. All the Shattered Prayerians were there, and John Lydon was very polite and pleasant company. I didn’t even need to yell “Release the Scorpions”.
Wow, that dream truly was bizarre!
Way to get out of that one, Che. Hope you enjoyed the concert. Who would’ve thought you could hang out with John Lydon and NOT release the scorpions? Only in dreams.
We’re popping out to run errands. BBL.
I’ve been swallowed by my problems or swallowing them or something and I sure hope i shit gold soon!
I wanna shit gold! Will it be stinky, I wonder?
My energy is catatonic.
I’ve never been anywhere that has had a drought. Hope you get rain soon.
R the P you’re killing me with your typo’s and Che with stating which picture is showing at the moment. I know nothing, I couldn’t tell you what picture is showing… A naked guy with a cup like thingie in his hand and a little person by his hip. woo hoo! His penis is shadowed. I work with a filipino guy that when he says pennies it sounds like penis.
I figger that’s all my wisdom for today. Stunned pisces girlfish
Imagine if you did shit gold and you called everyone around to admire you golden shit and some small voice in the background said, “But that’s fool’s gold.”
There would be few things worse than shitting fool’s gold.
Che, for some reason, my favorite part of the dream was the guy yelling out “nice car!” while we were walking. It is the little things that make dreams realistic!
I haven’t been remembering my dreams for a long time, almost two years. I always remember my dreams, and they usually are very vivid, so the absence of dreams has been somewhat troubling to me.
I take the return of my dreams to be a positive thing.
Even if I am dreaming about Chevettes.
Shelley, if you start shitting gold, please come shit on my doorstep (another fine example of letters I never thought I’d type in that particular order). I believe you must’ve had Bacchus on the screen - always a good omen! Portends drunkenness.
See, I think we should start seeing the images as omens. If you get Bacchus, you’ll be gettin’ drunk soon. If you get money-bag Mercuri, you’ll get money soon. If you get Cupid, luvin’ is on its way. If you get Pan, get ready for some panic. Mars means confrontation. Big-bush Mercury means its time for a shave. HOH Mercury means you’ll be campin’ it up. We could have a whole divination system based on the pictures on my blog.
I’m glad you’re dreaming again R the P. I too enjoyed the fact that we were walking and got a ‘Nice car!’. Even better that we somehow decided it was a Chevette. Dreams are great.
Well if it’s gold gold I’ll shit on your doorstep and if it’s fool’s gold, I’ll keep it to myself. I can’t decide if I want Cupid or money bag mercuri but Bacchus will do in a pinch. I can do drunk!
I don’t know what to say about Chevettes except they make me giggle.
I too haven’t been remembering my dreams as clearly as normal. I like remembering my dreams. It makes me feel more in touch with myself.
Think I’m going to go nap speakin’ of dreamin’
Sir Lydon and humble me in your dreams… wow! I’m honored!
He, he.. shitty car.. but what a rack
I’ve just had a couple of Affligems. Those are friendly Belgian beers.
I just know i’m going to dream about a gold shitting car filled with SPians tonight!
Shitting gold i think that makes Shelley our official SP treasury person! (Hi Shelley! *Wave, wave!*)
The Shattered Prayer treasurer! Easy job. Balance = $0. At least until Shelley has her first auriferous BM.
I suppose I’m the CEO. Nah.. not CEO. President? Nah… Pope? I’ve been pope, its overrated. High Lord of all SP-dom. Or Spee-dom, as the locals call it. Not to be confused with Speedos. Bas is our resident troubadour. Mojo and R the P need jobs too. Keep in mind, working for SP is strictly voluntary, but it looks good on your resume.
Or maybe not.
I was thinking we maybe need a Shattered Prayer convention. SP-con. We could have panalists, like Stephen King and Roger Scruton (and a thousand scorpions).
Hi Bas! (waving and grinning)
Me as treasurer! It’s a good thing we don’t got any money!
When you said panelist, I immediately thought of “What’s My Line?” (Is it bigger than a bread box?) but I see that you meant another type of panelist. Let’s just hope they don’t pull a Patrick Troughton and die at the convention.
And if we have a convention, let’s not have it in Chicago. I always skip the conventions in Chicago. And not in New York either. I work in New York. Let’s have it some place extraordinary! Like in a Chevette.
Bas, I laughed out loud at the official SP treasurer. Shelley, if you do start shitting gold, please do spread it around.
He, he.. Well as long as we go corporate.. Why not invent our own currency, places to congregate, garments.
We’ve about covered the lack of all of the above.
Is.. it.. Hey! I just did a Firefox update and it seems it has a built in spelling checker! Handy. Now you can check you’re an imaginative inventer of new words!
If only FF knew what an ‘inventer’ is…
Man, I hate that fucking built-in spell-checker. I’ve been planning on turning it off but just haven’t gotten around to it.
Corporate? Lets not get ahead of ourselves Bas. For a while our convention is really likely to be five people in a Chevette. And our panelist will be whomever we can talk into getting into the car with us, which likely means some psycho. I don’t see any sane people wanting to take a ride with us.
Okay, folks, I purdied up the comments. Do we like them? Yes? No? Meh?
YES! I love them! These are the purdiest comments yet!
And I love the built in Spell checker too. You can always ignore it.
But I LOVE the comments now. I think I’ll just look at the comment boxes and bask in its reflective glory!
It makes me want to comment again and again to see my words in the prettiest comment box known to humankind!
I’m not being a dick. I really like it.
It says a lot about you that you actually have to qualify that you are being sincere, and not a dick. That the line is so thin between dickness and sincerity in you, that you must clarify. Thats hilarious.
But I’m glad you like the comments. I think they’re purdy too. And the kind of marbly effect goes with the overall greco-roman theme. And I’m still orange, whereas the rest of you are now violet. I know R the P likes purple. Don’t know ’bout everyone else though.
I thought that the marble effect also went with the Greco-Roman theme. And even the orange looks all marbly inviting.
And I do like the purple, so I think that it was a brilliant choice for the rest of the comments.
Well we all know I do it all just for you, R the P.
But really, I’m pleased with the look, and pleased that you’re pleased. And if everyone else is pleased, then hell, we’ll just have a big ole pleasure fest.
But should I mute the colors a bit, or leave them as they are? Are they too bright?
On this screen, the colors are not too bright. I know it looks slightly different on other browsers and screens, but I think they look good as they are. Mojo also appreciates the colors. He asked me to tell you. We are are about to start cleaning the house (My parents are coming in a few weeks for A the Girls’ graduation and we have to CLEAN — although we should clean even if they aren’t coming up, but anyway) and he didn’t have time to comment himself.
But they are pretty.
Thank ya thank ya!
If anyone has any problems reading the comments against the backgrounds, or are just plain offended by the colors, give a yell.
I’ve been working on getting the new look ready for Noumenal net. It’ll be based on this one but different.
Have fun cleaning (yeah right).
We’ll try to have fun. I’m sure Mojo will turn on some music and we’ll clean away. It is what usually happens. Lately it has been Amy Winehouse.
Try to make me go to rehab
I say No, No, NO!
Although she sounds like she belongs on Motown in the 60s, she is a little white Englishwoman with a penchant for, ahem, altered states of consciousness.
Cleaning house to me is always an altered state of consciousness.. or automatic un-consciousness to be more exact.
My condolences.
Great backgrounds Che! It is indeed like our words now stand carved in marble. It’s not possible to get a nice embossed kind of font with some guilding applied to that?
Then again, it would look like a walk through a cemetery covered in epitaphs… :|
Man y’all are demanding! Now its gilded embossed fonts you want!
I think we’ll stick with what we have for now. I like it as is.
Hey! The “recent comments” sidebar now says fatal error! and it doesn’t list the recent comments. Has our demands of a more beautiful SP caused a sidebar death?
And the new Noumenal background is fantastic! Love it. So dark and terrific.
Thank you! Glad you like the new Noumenal. Worked all damn day on it. Now I just gotta git some new posts up over there. And here, before you start making more demands.
I think I fucked up the sidebar. I’ll fix it I reckon, though after all my hard work today, I just want to listen to music and chill.
A webmaster’s work is never done.
I like the new Noumenal because it doesn’t show the dirt on my monitor. This background does because its so light.
Alrighty, comments are fixed. Any more problems have to wait until the morrow. Robert Johnson and Doc and Merle Watson are calling my name.
Have a good restful music experience. You deserve it!
Brava!
Love all the new comments designs, Che!
And despte what R the P says, Shelley, if you’re shitting gold, bring it on. I’ll start a compost heap and open a Swiss savings account for the eventual products.
Since we’re all looking for offices to fill in Speedom, perhaps I can ask for Scorpion Wrangler and Chief Sommelier? Will we be members of hte House of Lords? In my case, it’s best we stick with House of Commons. Of course, we will have to call you Che Regina, not to be confused with the post about what’s in Che’s vagina. An entirely different matter.
Hurrah to the latest iteration of SP!
Hail Che Regina!
Her Vagina Rules the Waves
It will never, ever ever
be a Slave!
Unless, of course, it wants to, for a couple of hours, or whatever. I mean, it is a Vagina Regina! It can do what it wants.
Of course that means that Elizabeth II also has a Vagina Regina, but it is a little worn out.
Mojo said it may be time for the Vagina Regina monologues! Che and Elizabeth II talking about their couchie snorchers (although Eve, I have to say, I’ve never heard it called that).
Mojo also says that you could have the annual Vagina Regina Christmas Address to our great commonwealth of nations. I’d tune in for that.
They could be joined in their monologues by Queen Beatrix of Netherlands! She looks like a right old goer from her picture on Wikipedia! Maybe Bas knows her.
And also by Magrethe II of Denmark. People would flock to the show.
Queen Noor, although an interesting and well known person, is not a ruling monarch, so she can’t join in.
Well I gotta say I love the idea of a Vagina Regina Monologues. Oh hey, Queen Beatrix - she’s cute. She looks like she could really give us a run for our money. Bring’er on!
So we are to assume that Bas knows Queen Beatrix, just because he lives in the Netherlands.Did I hang out with the Queen when I lived in England? The short answer - no. Though I did once pull up Tony Blair’s electric bill when I was at work. I won’t say anything about it, since I don’t want to break company privacy policy, but I did have a right unimpressive gander at his light bill.
Things to do at work when you’re bored.
I figured since the Netherlands is much smaller than England and since everyone there seems so nice and open, I figgered that Beatrix would go hang out with the locals. She looks like she’d be a bit of fun!
Yeah she does look fun. Not all uptight and serious like Queenie Liz. Oddly enough, the only time I’ve ever seen George W looking sincere on TV is when he met the queen. He looked like a little boy in a candy shop - totally thrilled. That was weird. His only ‘genuine’ moment.
All the Dutch folk I’ve ever met have been very nice and friendly, even the Pennsylvania ones. In England, every time I’ve walked up and started talking to a total stranger, they look surprised and vaguely frightened. Obviously one isn’t supposed to do that. Thats why it was refreshing to be in NOLA after leaving England. Talking to strangers is not only accepted, its expected.
Mojo just showed me how to RSS subscribe to comments! Now I will know if I am on this laptop when a comment comes up! It is a new and exciting adventure in my new life not working at my bad job! Everything is exciting when you change your life!
And Beatrix does look like a nice person. Bas may have a different idea about her. Maybe she is a constitutional monarch who is a tyrant.
People in New Jersey simply don’t stop when you talk to them. They just keep doing what they were doing. Oh, and if they make an appointment to do something with you, it is not considered rude to simply not show up. It is also acceptable to give the excuse “Something better came up” as to why you didn’t show up.
They also will immediately shorten your name without asking. People just call me “Rich” without asking if I prefer that.
It’s just their way.
Hmmm… bizarre customs of New Jersey. Can’t wait to visit!
Well, Its about that dinner time. Be back in a couple.
This just moved ahead of “Stuff I’ve done in the nude” to become the number one most commented on post of all time!!
Congratulations to this post!
But can it make it to the elusive 100 comments mark?
Stay tuned.
Its pretty impressive to come to this site and see a post with 93 comments. Then you click on the post and realize its the same five people commenting over and over again.
Maybe not as impressive, but certainly more fun. And yay for this post! Will any post ever reach the 100 comment mark?
As R the P says, stay tuned….
I’m not sure if this post will make the elusive 100 mark, but I am quite proficient with inane comments, so it is just possible.
Can’t wait for you to visit Jersey either, Che!
I could just have some typos and then complain about having typos in subsequent posts and that will probably push it over 100.
Or I could become an Emo kid and wear “GIRL PANTS!” That way, I’d never care if it hit 100 or not.
Where is that safety razor?
Hey! My amazon ad on this page is for Billy Idol: Eyes without a face. Have we discussed Billy Idol here? I don’t remember ever having done so. He’s not Emo is he?
Just trying to artificially get this post to 100 comments.
I will also admit to finding Billy Idol incredibly hot in the mid 80s. Maybe Amazon knows that.
Amazon knows shit about people, I’m telln’ ya. They KNOW you found Billy Idol hot in the 80s. Hey, I did too - but it was the 80s right? We’re excused.
You know, I don’t own any girl pants. All I have are pajama bottoms, and my brother’s old jeans.
I don’t own any girl pants either. I own a girl dress that I’m now too fat to fit in. I bought it for Halloween in the West Village. It was so long ago that people said “Look, it’s Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction!” My boyfriend at the time went as Mama from Mama’s family. I think we perfectly captured our personalities.
It was the only time I’ve ever done drag.
But was it Emo drag?
I swooned over both Limahl and Billy Idol in the 80s. I guess I had a thing for really skinny blond British guys with spiky hair who exposed their skinny chests a lot.
Hmmm, I think I might still have a thing for that.
T’weren’t emo drag unless your mascara was running.
I’m so glad I can honestly say I never swooned over Limahl.
For me, in the 80s, it was Dave Vanian. But I was so much cooler than you were in those days.
You are not alone in that.
Um, the “you are not alone” was about not swooning over Limahl. I didn’t mean to imply that you were not alone in your being cooler than I in the 80s.
But I wasn’t cool back then. I was a thin, straight A student who was dreaming of med school (and his best friend and Limahl and Billy Idol).
Of course, I’m no longer thin and I traded an MD for a PhD. I regret both those things now.
Alone in liking Dave, or alone in being cooler than you in the 80s?
Ah ha! My answer beat your question on-line!
And we have officially crossed over 100!
Congratulations post!
SQUEEEEEEE!
Congratulations Post! For being such a popular post, for no apparant reason!
Truly no apparent reason whatsoever!
Yeah, the NUDIE post I could see getting so many comments… but this one? Go figger.
Wow!!! And i had an entire weekend of family birthdays.. to just now find the SP exploding in comments!!
Vagina Regina LOL.. Ah sorry, yeah, that was umpteen comments ago.. Made me think of that song..
Cosmic Vagina
Queen Beatrix is great! She’s said to be somewhat more formal then here mother Juliana. Here son, Prince Alexander, king-to-be, is a good guy. He’s studied watermanagement; he was down in NOLA little while back.
I’m not shure about monarchies, but we did OK. They’re members of ‘Het Huis van Oranje’; House of Orange.
So in that line.. Che, Vagina Regina, Box of Orange?
Billy Idol.. I thought he was ugly.. At least, i got some 45s that have terrible pictures of him !
I think R the P and I have been suffering from a major case of logorrhea, which accounts for many of the hundreds of comments.
And re: Billy Idol. Hey, what about the cover of Rolling Stone where he’s looking decidedly gay in that outfit (and with that dire 80s hair).
http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/RSPOD/RS440~Billy-Idol-Rolling-Stone-no-440-January-1985-Posters.jpg
But really, it was the sneer, you know? The attitude. The whole reckless bad-boy thing.
And happy birthday to all the family members! Geminis all! They must be wonderful people!