Tall Grass. aka Fish Out of Water. This here lot have lost their way and are now stranded in tall grass terrain. Oh dear. What a bummer. The twin suns are nearly as nonplussed as the poor wee darlings. Let’s hope they can help them find their way out of the woods soon-soon.
Water Royalty. aka Watery Royals. No, I’m not about to embark on the designing of yet another Tarot deck. I’ve committed this sin already and once is more than enough. But these two just popped out of my e-pen spontaneously and who am I to argue with self-generated manifestations of graphic life? So here they are. Say hello to Mr. And Mrs. “Ah feel your pain…” (Also your joy, your delight, your indignation, your rage, your fear, your mirth, your tedium, your deepest desires and the nagging suspicion that the world is going to the perritos in a hand basket really fast.) Have a spiffing week.
Attention. The long quotation is from Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex, a book that I’ve just started reading (a la vejez, viruelas…) and I’m quite enjoying, amongst other things because at least she had a sense of humour, unlike some second wave feminists. -let alone the third and fourth-wave ones. The Doggie’s quote graces the introduction of the same book and is by a French geezer, François Poulain de la Barre, and is one of the very (VERY) few things ever said by a bloke about women that isn’t a lot of cobblers. (In fact it’s spot on and it’s just what I’ve been saying for the past three decades.) Not that women haven’t talked (and still talk) a lot of bollocks on the very same subject, let’s be fair. But nowhere near by a long, long chalk as the self-styled masters of creation have, which has had such dismal effects on the human race at large and the female contingent in particular. PS. The Doggie’s name is Calanda. She’s not a Cagnolito of Tindalos but she’s closely related to them on her third auntie’s side.
Blimey! You know what it’s like. You’re peacefully trundling along the paths of evolution when suddenly you come across a crack in the continuum. And then everything goes wonky. And then next thing you know is that an adventurous amoeba decides to grow arms, or legs, or both. And then, next chapter in the saga is…people! Oy vey! 🙁 Still, one must go on, even though one can’t go on. Have a spiffing, gap-free week end, wot sooooon come.
Walkies. aka (Small) reasons to be cheerful. The unruly doggies of the Mid-Badlands have escaped en masse to party and riot and rejoice at the demise of that ghastly cunt Berlusconi. One down many, many, many more to go, but, as the Spaniards say, Menos da una piedra. That is, every little helps and even a small bit of good news can be stretched and used as an excuse to have a merry shindig. I’m off to join the disorderly canines. Take very good care of yourselves and stay sane. Have un po’ di very silly mu’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojULkWEUsPs
Cyclop Twins. aka The New Subnormal, part 33 ¾: Compliance is Freedom.
NB. The System (aka The Man, aka Them, aka The Masters of the Universe), really doesn’t personally need to punish you for your unorthodoxy. That task has been outsourced to the Little Servants of the New Canon, the innumerable groups and grouplets that police though and attitude and will cancel you if they don’t like what you think, never mind saying what you think.
Weekend soooon come. Have a splendid one.
Nostra Signora dei Gatti. This is a memorial and homage for Aura, the Spanish lynx that brought back the species from the brink of extinction. Well done girl! May your particles keep on purring and growling and generally bringing joy to the Void.
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/nov/10/iberian-lynx-aura-that-helped-save-species-from-extinction-dies-aged-20
https://www.nationalgeographic.com.es/naturaleza/muere-aura-lince-iberica-mas-longeva-espana-que-tenia-900-descendientes_19084
https://www.eldiario.es/andalucia/sostenibilidad/muere-aura-ejemplar-lince-iberico-longevo-programa-conservacion_1_9695014.html
I further dedicate this to don Attilio El Caffarenito, the famous cat chronicler.
I’ve been meaning to do something like this for nearly two decades -better late than ever, I daresay. Even a devout atheo-agnostic needs a god of sort to pray to in moments of dire megrims or to thank for, say, England not winning the Euro-cup or things like that. Most of the time this role falls to the delicious Bumba and his exquisite Mother, but Our Lady of the Pussycats also is a pretty powerful juju. I recommend her to all cat lovers. She doesn’t require any burnt offering or any other visible forms of propitiation but she quite likes Irish coffee, in case you feel like treating her. Also, being kind to stray kittens is a form of worship which she very much appreciates.
Have a purrrrrrfectly furball-free week. And un po’ di feline mu’, of course.
https://middermusic.com/songs-about-cats/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eobhM1_4qv8
https://genius.com/The-lovin-spoonful-henry-thomas-lyrics
Enanos y Cabezudos. Because I’ll have no truck with giants. There.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Processional_giant
On a totally uncharacteristic impulse, I looked up quotations about birthdays. Most of them where vapidly inspirational. I acknowledge, I get easily bored and can’t stand inspirational stuff either, but I liked this one by Mark Twain:
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
Nice one, Samuel! I wish I could live up to it. Unfortunately the matter is becoming so rebelliously crappy that it’s beginning to affect the mind. That is, I grow progressively stroppy. But, hey! Who cares? I’m still all the way with Mehitabel.
Have a fab weekend and un po’di mu’ (and dance, look you!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCl6DzH2Ggs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz9Kc935EyE
Stalked. A spectre is haunting the world -the spectre of fragmented uniformity. All the powers of this old planet have entered into an unholy alliance to bring about the universal triumph of this noxious spirit.
It’s s nowhere and everywhere and it’s fast sinking into every consciousness, sharp or dull, and erasing any trace of resistance and thus any prospect of freedom from The Canon.
Voices cry out in the wilderness, where the indignant desert birds scream and call their love calls and sound the alarm to no avail.
Subtlety is being bred out of the species and soon will be utterly eradicated. Before that it will be declared elitist ergo taboo.
Meanwhile nuance and meaning are being turned into objects of scorn and condemnation and any time soon they will be criminalized.
Thus the apotheosis of Millán-Astray’s “¡Muera la inteligencia! ¡Viva la Muerte!” will come about and reign supreme and hold dominion over the entirety of mankind.
Along with the Red Death, of course.:-)
He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Have a spiffing weekend, when it comes, if it comes.
With a Heavy Heart. Julian Beck said, back when: “We live in a system that manufactures sorrow.” And also: “…uprising is the reversal of the system, and revolution is the turning of tides.”
Personally I never cared much for Mr. Beck, whom I regarded as a bit of a tosser and not at all trustworthy but hey! even the village idiot can come out with pearls of perceptive wisdom now and then. And he was dead right on that one. We live inside and under a system that breeds nothing but solid wretchedness and delusional happiness (aka Happyness). Oh, well…
A small word on broken hearts. Mine has broken scores of times, and I’ve put it back together as many. By now it’s mostly superglue so it no longer breaks. But, by gum! it does get seriously heavy on almost daily basis. The malice, the dishonesty, the cruelty that The System excretes constantly and relentlessly is bad enough. Lately, though, what truly really gets me is the stupidity. And the sheer ugliness of it all. Thank Bumba for the foxes and the neighbour’s cats!
Waiting for the tides to turn, have a sponditious weekend. And un po’ di mu’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wTpa0A299I
