Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up:

Falling back again.
(blows some of the dust off)

It's been a difficult few months. I'm sorry that I've been ignoring you. It is sometimes difficult to remember what's important.

On the other hand...

Sorry, guys; it's over in four.

Land of the Greed and the Home of the Slaves
I can't vote but I can still rant about it.  Here is my list for who is not going to do well based on the fact that people I like never get votes — except I think Giuliani cheated somehow; there's no way I'd rate him that high:

94% Mike Gravel
94% Dennis Kucinich
81% John Edwards
77% Chris Dodd
77% Barack Obama
75% Hillary Clinton
74% Joe Biden
69% Bill Richardson
42% Rudy Giuliani
34% Ron Paul
30% John McCain
23% Mike Huckabee
21% Mitt Romney
16% Tom Tancredo
9% Fred Thompson

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

Good news, everyone.

Futurama "all-new feature-length direct-to-DVD movie" in stores today.


(no subject)
"This is the only story of mine whose moral I know. I don't think it's a marvellous moral; I simply happen to know what it is: We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

"My personal experience with Nazi monkey business was limited. There were some vile and lively native American Fascists in my home town of Indianapolis during the thirties, and somebody slipped me a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, I remember, which was supposed to be the Jews' secret plan for taking over the world. And I remember some laughs about my aunt, too, who married a German German, and who had to write to Indianapolis for proofs that she had no Jewish blood. The Indianapolis mayor knew her from high school and dancing school, so he had fun putting ribbons and official seals all over the documents the Germans required, which made them look like eighteenth-century peace treaties.

"After a while the war came, and I was in it, and I was captured, so I got to see a little of Germany from the inside while the war was still going on. I was a private, a battalion scout, and, under the terms of the Geneva Convention, I had to work for my keep, which was good, not bad. I didn't have to stay in prison all the time, somewhere out in the countryside. I got to go to a city, which was Dresden, and to see the people and the things they did.

"There were about a hundred of us in our particular work group, and we were put out as contract labour to a factory that was making a vitamin-enriched malt syrup for pregnant women. It tasted like thin honey laced with hickory smoke. It was good. I wish I had some right now. And the city was lovely, highly ornamented, like Paris, and untouched by war. It was supposedly an "open" city, not to be attacked since there were no troop concentrations or war industries there.

"But high explosives were dropped on Dresden by American and British planes on the night of February 13, 1945, just about twenty-one years ago, as I now write. There were no particular targets for the bombs. The hope was that they would create a lot of kindling and drive firemen underground.

"And then hundreds of thousands of tiny incendiaries were scattered over the kindling, like seeds on freshly turned loam. More bombs were dropped to keep firemen in their holes, and all the little fires grew, joined one another, and became one apocalyptic flame. Hey presto: fire storm. It was the largest massacre in European history, by the way. And so what?

"We didn't get to see the fire storm. We were in a cool meat-locker under a slaughterhouse with our six guards and ranks and ranks of dressed cadavers of cattle, pigs, horses, and sheep. We heard the bombs walking around up there. Now and then there would be a gentle shower of calcimine. If we had gone above to take a look, we would have been turned into artifacts characteristic of fire storms: seeming pieces of charred firewood two or three feet long – ridiculously small human beings, or jumbo fried grasshoppers, if you will.

"The malt syrup factory was gone. Everything was gone but the cellars where 135,000 Hansels and Gretels had been baked like gingerbread men. So we were put to work as corpse miners, breaking into shelters, bringing bodies out. And I got to see many German types of all ages as death had found them, usually with valuables in their laps. Sometimes relatives would come to watch us dig. They were interesting, too.

"So much for Nazis and me.

"If I'd been born in Germany, I suppose I would have been a Nazi, bopping Jews and gypsies and Poles around, leaving boots sticking out of snowbanks, wanning myself with my secretly virtuous insides. So it goes.

"There's another clear moral to this tale, now that I think about it: When you're dead you're dead.

"And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you."

— Introduction to Mother Night (1966) by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (1922-2007)

Fall back
A couple more days of summer but the weather has decided to be autumn already....

A week or two ago, I was going to post a pool to anyone who might want to guess when the USD will fall to par with the CAD.

Too late.

I suppose that's just as well. Such a geek thing to do. And I wasn't going to offer prizes anyway.

I'm going away for a little while again. Not that I have enough presence in this blog-world that anyone would notice. Going to visit the sun for a while to bid a proper farewell until next spring. Or my next vacation.

See ya.

Dream sequence

Strange figures. One female appears to be serving something (food?) (ice cream?) from the centre of the room. She comically has a gelatinous blob land on her head. Older male leaving room hears strange voices/sounds. What does it all mean? I forget. It's connected somehow. (Need to write these things sooner.) The strange sounds were actually clips from another time stream. The man stumbles onto a mystery, though I've forgotten what it was.


Fall back
Six months ago, everything was coming together. Since then, new things have fallen apart. I'm starting to wonder if there is any point in doing it all again.

Significator: King of Cups.
This wraps and surrounds him: Knight of Cups.
This crosses him: Eight of Swords.
This crowns him: Three of Swords, inverted.
This is below him: Queen of Cups, inverted.
This lies behind him: Six of Cups, inverted.
This lies in front of him: Page of Coins, inverted.
This is himself: Knight of Swords.
This is his house and home: Temperance, inverted.
These are his hopes and fears: Nine of Swords, inverted.
This is what will come: Six of Coins, inverted.

Happy number day.

This particular number doesn't mean a lot to me but if you ever wanted to say you did something on 7/7/7, now is your chance!

I already forget which horror movie made a fuss about opening on 6/6/6. There was also a G42 show of some sort tentatively scheduled for that date but it never happened. Maybe 8/8/8 will be more inspiring.

Crazy people
So there's been an industrial Bosun's chair on my patio for about a month now. I'm not sure if anyone is planning on doing anything with it. It's still strapped to the roof of the apartment and looks as though it may be getting settled for permanent residence.

I was thinking of selling it on eBay.

In other news, I finally did my taxes last night. Hooray. An amazing two days before they're due. Incidentally, I learned that the last time I logged in (to do my taxes the year before) was the same time last year, almost to the minute.

And just in case I were to forget that the Canucks are playing today, a very bad live group are performing "I'm a Believer" ouside the stadium with more amplification than I expect the Monkees themselves ever had. Even the newly-built two-and-a-half apartment complexes obscuring my view of the stadium are not doing a very good job of taking the edge off their forced excitement; only adding a cacophony of really bad reverb.

Now they're playing some really bad rasta music.

[Edit: and now a very, very bad version of Bon Jovi's "You give love a bad name" (not that there is a good one)]

Thanks guys.

I was planning to get some quick food at the Costco which is unfortunately located across the street from all this nonsense. I'm going to have to think of something else.


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