There is no right or wrong

Here I am, staring at the blank white rectangle on my computer screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, listening to the rain dripping from the roof outside of my window, and feeling that particular brand of hopelessness that comes with groping blindly in the darkness, looking for something you can't define. Somewhere deep in there is a spark, like the glint of light from the blade of a knife or the edge of broken glass. I stand in my bare feet in the doorway, looking down in (and it is down, deep and wet, with the smell of wet leaves and stagnant water, the kind that always has that oily surface broken by cracks like ice flows in some vast and polluted pond) and waiting for something to materialize like the carcass of a rotting animal rolling just beneath the surface.

Welcome home

I need to get away from this computer for a while. I can't see a damn thing.

Two Wiccans and a Discordian were doing a ritual.
The first wiccan invoked THE GODDESS and began to shake, his eyes rolled back then he spoke in a strange voice "I am the hunter and the hunted, I am light and darkness, I am birth and death". The nhe collapsed to the floor. A few seconds later, he regained consciousness. The first and second Wiccan were greatly impressed that they had recieved ANCIENT WISDOM.

The second Wiccan did an invocation and began to shake, her eyes rolled back and she spoke in a strange voice "I am the hunter and the hunted, I am light and darkness, I am birth and death." Then SHE collapsed to the floor, regaining conciousness a few seconds later. Once again, the first and sccond wiccan were greatly impressed that they had recieved ANCIENT WISDOM.

Then they turned to the Discordian.

The Discordian said that she might try to invoke her deity, if her deity felt like it. She did not tremble. She did no tspeak in a strange voice. She did no tcollapse. Instead, she started to laugh at the Wiccans. She laughed and laughed in her own voice.

The wiccans were greatly offended. "You lack the solemnity needed to do a proper invocation," one of them said.

But Eris, who had filled the Discordian, laughed and laughed, then danced around the room and proclaimed

You can't tell a Goddess how to behave!

And neither of the two Wiccans were enlightened.

=====ERISIAN PRAYER==========

LADY, protect mine enemies, who have lockethed themselves insideith their closed minds, with the shades drawn tight lest fresh thought enter and makest them go *poof*.

LADY, protect mine enemies and their sensitive knee-jerk reactions, which allowith me to entertainith myself when I am boredith

LADY, protectith mine enemies who block my path at every turn, as it makes me crawlith through the woods and findith all sorts of neat sh*t. Ith.

And LADY, grant me the strenght that when I find mineth enemies(ith) have fallen on their path and are coverdidst with mud

to point

and laugh


my f*ckin ass off


SO IT IS SPOKEN
SO IT IS DONE
Eat me a hot-dog
ain't got no bun

Eris, Eris, Queen of Space
Founder of the Human Race
Now Shut the Hell Up
'Fore I smack your face

Yay verrily

Checkmate



I wish I had something interesting to say. *sigh* sorry.

Oh, however, if you get a chance to see the Onion movie, you should. It's good. Funny. Perfectly offensive, but not in the gross-out blood spit and mucus way. And it makes a number of very good points.

Also, if you have a chance check out the Death Note live action movies, they're quite decent.

So, I was watching TV and figured I'd do a little experiment, playing with my psychic tendencies. Impulsive Prediction:

I Predict: Americas Best Dance Crew season 2 will come down to the following 2 crews:
Xtreme Dance Force and Boogie Bots.

I'm staying this based on absolutely nothing but the five minutes of the show I saw, which was when they announced the crews staying on, so I'm basing that on nothing except raw intuition.

:P

Anybody who still reads this, my username here has changed. I don't update often, but I'm putting some of my writing up on it. If you want to read it, the username is

phantom_lexicon

I am also on Myspace

http://www.myspace.com/punkass_comics

Thank you

--EJ

gorillaz meme by ~Phantom-Lexicon on deviantART

Request 1: Zexion by ~Phantom-Lexicon on deviantART

"I bite my thumb, sir, but not at thee."

Is it bad that's the first thing I thought when I got done with the sketch? Literature whore much? :duh:

Ok, Ok, I'm sorry, but the emo-boy thing ain't workin for me right now. I hope rememdium doesn't mind to much....

This is a free "sketch", lolz, . I started having so much fun drawing that I would hardly call it a "sketch" anymore. *evil laugh* be glad I procrastinate so much, this wouldn't have been nearly as cool if I did it a few days ago.

In response to the first sketch request, KH's Zexion.I tried to draw him several times, but it always turned out looking really clunky, and I hate that. I was doodling earlier and wanted to draw somebody in this pose, and it kinda turned into him.

I'm sorry if details aren't right, it was a b*tch to find any kind of detailed refrence picture, unless it was for hair. Ooh, yeah, lots of shots of fancy hair. Which is kinda cool, but...well, anyway, I could see that his robe isn't just flat black like it was drawn in most of the ones I could find, the one he has on was taken from a picture of the robe with the hood up, I have no idea where I found it at this point. But anyway, his robe is based on that one. I could see there were parts that had more detail but the image wasn't good enough for me to see them. So anyway, I did the best I could.

KH (c) somebody who is not me.

Photoshop CS2 an' tablet, I dunno how long it took. Few hours, I suppose.

Please To Be Reading

This is my new username. Adjust your reality settings acordingly.


XD

Oh. My. God.


I have seen THIS INFORMATION from numerous forum MODERATORS in "beginner" neo-pagan forums:


Don't worry about casting a circle when doing spellwork. You don't need one.



CHRIST JESUS, PEOPLE! Wake the fuck up.

This, this is what makes me want to just start hitting people. 90 percent of the people I see posting on these forums not only have NO FUCKING IDEA what they're talking about, but ALSO have this stupid fucking fluffy view of magic that there are spreading to people who wouln't HAVE to be fluffy!

"Don't put anything "bad" out there and nothing "bad" will happen to you" And then, THEN these people go on- even the goddamn mods who are giving this advice- have the GALL to say they're being attacked by "malicious energies".

No SHIT! You send out a fucking BEACON to these things, and then when they COME you think they're "GOOD".

"I got this egg from a snake who said he's my spirit guide and now I feel all yucky and nasty and it's draining my energy carrying it around."

Uh....GET RID OF THE GODDAMN EGG!

Maybe if you'd SHIELD yourself you wouldn't be being BITCHSLAPPED by PARASITES! You firewall your COMPUTER, right?

And the worst thing is they are telling this to the total beginners, don't know ANYTHING at ALL.

AAAAAND, most of those giving advice have ALSO stated that they don't "practice" and then have some bullshit thing about not wanting to do harm or whatever.



*Screams incomprehensably at the sky*

*pant pant*

Ok, I'm done, now.

Fresh Air- Church meets State in the Oval Office

Fresh Air is a program aired on NPR. This weeks show is really interesting.

From the web site above:

In 1960, presidential candidate John F. Kennedy asked the nation to disregard his religion. In 2000, George W. Bush informed the nation that Jesus was his favorite philosopher.

In his new book, God in the White House, Randall Balmer explores the interplay between religion and politics in America, tracking the "religionization" of the Oval Office across the last half of the 20th century. How did faith become such an important criteria for the presidency?

Balmer is a professor of American religious history at Barnard College and the author of several books on the evangelical experience in the United States. His newspaper columns are distributed nationally by The New York Times Syndicate, and he earned an Emmy nomination for hosting the PBS adaptation of his second book, Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory: A Journey into the Evangelical Subculture in America.






"I ruled against the ten commandments being displayed....as they were being taken down I heard a voice screaming from the crowd "Take your hands off of my God!". And I thought-isn't one of those commandments something about not worshiping graven images?"

He also makes a statement that by having prayer in schools it cheapens religion and makes it something ritual and kitchy with no meaning.


I need to get this book, I think. This is the only interview I've ever heard on the subject that actually made me stand in the kitchen and listen to it all the way through without making me pissed at the interviewee for being a dumbass.

This is real writing, not fucking around with fan-fiction.

A lot of it is derived from things, I don't know whether anybody could actually tell or not but I know so I wouldn't try to publish it. Just cause, well, that's just the way I am. HangDog City Limits, my Baby, isn't going up anywhere else 'cept my computer until I get ready to try and publish it.

Anyway, if you're interested in a bit of cyber-punky-ness you can check them out:


Robots Have Modesty, Too.

To Hunt a Techno-Mancer






I typed in "Indras Web" and Google came up with A Fusion Anomaly: Internet

heh heh I'm gonna start throwing semi-random quotes up here. 'S what happens when you live around witty people.


It is people like Wayland that could take over the world. Fortunately, they don't care to.
--me



Death isn't a destination, it's the bus.

and life? Life is the highway.


...Duh

--me


"Come to hang out over here with the grown-ups?"
--David to Austin at the PSA party when he joined Carmen, and Wayland, and me in the "old fogies" corner

I'm old school Pagan, man. Father, Family, and F*ck You.
--Wayland

Confusion stamp by =Thestril on deviantART



This is my version of the Gray Spy, from Spy vs Spy. She looks like a human in the strip but I like the muppet noses way to much to give them up.

David and I both agree- she looks like Peggy. Then again, both of us agree that particular person is perminantly jammed into the "Femme Fatale" slot in both of our heads, so I s'pose it's not surprising.



SvS:femme fatale by =Thestril on deviantART

( SvS: Season 2 ep 1: A Murder of Dubious Quality pt1 )

This is for the Anthro Weekly Challenge




Samurai by =Thestril on deviantART

Artists Comments:

Holy mother of god, did I just actually enter a competition?

Why, yes I did. And nary a white fox in feudal era armor in sight. *snigger*

Freehand pen on paper, been working on it on and off for about 3 days with a variety of different stick pens. The original has several shades of black, blue, and red ink depending mainly on what I could find at the time. This has been cropped slightly to remove the uneven light places around the edge of the paper and made monochrome in photoshop but that's all.

If anybody wants to see it bigger please tell me, this is uploaded at 600 DPI, I can increase the fullview size.


(c) me

And some kinda unexpected fan fiction, very short but I felt compelled. I stumbled on Spy vs Spy again the other day via the awesome fanart of Dark Penguin, who made a comment that it's really funny that Black and White demote themselves from spy to prison guard just to torture eachother. Add that I spent a good bit of my day yesterday making cookies and this is the rather unfortunate result.

I really need to post some better writing. Or maybe not. What do you guys say? Will you read it? Do you care? It's not like I write horrible depressing things or something that would ruin your day...

Anyway.

Spy vs Spy

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What follows is a superb example of British humour in A LETTER THAT WAS
TRULY WRITTEN AND SENT.
The piece suggests two things:

1) Americans and Canadians are not the only ones who get poor service
from
their ISP, cable and/or alarm companies. (NTL is a cable operation
Britain).

2) The Brits probably write the world's best letters of complaint.


Dear Cretins:

I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for
your
four-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, telephone, and alarm
monitoring.
During this three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service
which I had not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and
stupidity of monolithic proportions. Please allow me to
provide specific details, so that you can either pursue your
professional
prerogative and seek to rectify these difficulties or more likely (I
suspect) so that you can have some entertainig reading material as you
while
away the working day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog
in
your office.

My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my
spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your
technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57
minutes
listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying
Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful website. HOW?

I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes
an
activity at which you are no doubt both familiar and highly adept. The
rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later,although
the
technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools -- such as a
drill-bit, and his cerebrum.

Two weeks later, my cable modem had still not arrived. After 15
telephone
calls over four weeks my modem arrived, six weeks after I had requested
itand begun to pay for it. I estimate your internet server's downtime is
roughly 35% -- the hours between about 6 pm and midnight, Monday through
Friday, and most of the weekend. I am still waiting for my telephone
connection.

I have made nine calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been
unhelpfully transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals who
are,
it seems, also highly skilled bollock jugglers. I have been informed
that a
telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that I will
be
transferred to someone who knows whether or not a telephone line is
available (and then been cut off); that I will be transferred to someone
(and then been redirected to an answering machine informing me that your
office is closed); that I will be transferred to someone and then been
redirected to the irritating Scottish robot woman. And several other
variations on this theme.

Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a
thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of
those crucially important testicle moments to attend to. Frankly I don't
care. It's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustrations in
print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me,
therefore,
if I continue.

I thought British Telecom was nuts; that they had attained the holy
piss-pot
of god-awful customer relations; and that no one, anywhere, ever, could
be
more disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering
service
to their customers. That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there
isn't
anyone else is there?

How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to my considerable
dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless shower of bastards you
truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum incompetents
of
the highest order. BT -- wankers though they are -- shine like brilliant
beacons of success in the filthy mire of your seemingly limitless
inadequacy.

Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and foolhardy quest
to
receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that you cease any
potential
future attempts to extort payment from me for the services which you
have so
pointedly and catastrophically failed to deliver. Any such activity will
be
greeted initially with hilarity and disbelief and will quickly be
replaced
by derision, and even perhaps bemused rage.

I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cat's
litter
tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you
and
your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become
desiccated during transit -- they were satisfyingly moist at the time of
posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not
experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them the
very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless
employees.

Have a nice day. May it be the last in your miserable short lives, you
irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twits.

May you rot in Hell,
Robert Stokes

About five minutes ago I was, ahem, indesposed in the master bath when I noticed an odd sound, one of those vague "woom woom woom" noises that sound effects guys like to use for anything that hovers. Just as I was starting to wonder whether Mo had gone downstairs and turned on the bathroom fan the noise stopped, and the little girl in question came into the room.

"Mommy, I saw something in the sky." She said.

"Oh really." I said in that kind of distracted way.

"It was a light."

"Uh huh." I said. "What did it look like?"

"It looked like a light airplane." She replied.

"What color was it?"

"I couldn't see." She rolled her eyes in four year old exasperation "Cause it isn't day."

"I mean the light." I said.

"Oh." She nodded matter of factly. "Green."

Green? I think.

"Is it still there?" I asked.

"No." She shook her head as she wandered back out of my room. "It flew away."


*makes rock hands* Score one for the good guys.