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Loud, clea and insistent, the very moment I awoke-
Are We Not Men? We are DEVO

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.

Today a giant mother ship is supposed to show up, showing the world for once and all that we are living in a neighborhood. I (telepathically) voted yes. Because you see, “they” can detect your telepathic response. Wouldn’t one vote yes? I would love to see such a thing, wouldn’t you?

The conspiracy nuts are in a tizz. Project bluebeam, H.A.A.R.P., NWO etc. It did make me question for a minute about the five day headache with the runs that I had last week. A result of E.L.F. and V.L.F.?

And being the product of a dysfunctional family I tend to emulate the Chris Titus model where I don’t tend to panic, so bring ‘er on baby. I have been ready for something of that nature since I was eight years old.

But of course the idea that suddenly some great civilization is going to pop up and save us from ourselves is a pipe dream of the highest order. Yes, it would be oh so convenient, but my previous experiences tell me that redemption is not really ever, so very convenient. It is regularly hard work.

As someone, on some thread, somewhere, pointed out it sure makes for a great tie in with the upcoming release of “The Day the Earth Stood Still”. Man, the original had a great soundtrack. Orchestral theremin, mmm mm good.

No promises, and knock on simulated wood veneer...

But, maybe, I’m back.

It is still rough, ruff, ruffe, but I feel a little less paralyzed in all lobes of my monkey mind.

Sorry for the freakout/bailout but that’s what happens when your blogger has “issues”. One of which is literally overwhelming anxiety from it being an election season. Man, do I have a hard time processing all that shite. It’s as if it has the properties of a big, sticky wad of suffocating, smeary, putrid, plasticene. And then it’s as if it was shot straight into my mainline just clogging up all my functions and trying to beak apart my heart. Why does it always have to be in fall when I am already struggling through a major seasonal affective shift? As well as why are people such little bitches about it all?

Bleu Moonday, how I hate bleu Moonday

I want to propose a new national holiday. Something to the effect of “whoopee for space day”. I’m thinking July 29th, as that was the day that Eisenhower signed the National Aeronautics and Space Act which established NASA. There are many other notable days related to space stuff. Lots of things occurred in various Aprils. As well as that on May 5 1961 Alan Shepard became the first American in space. But we already have bunches of holidays around that time of year and not nearly enough in July/August. So, maybe set it up for the last Friday in July. Then it could also be linked to July 20th, when in 1969 we landed on the moon. As well as July of 1975 when the Apollo-Soyuz test project was launched, and July 25, when in 1984 Svetlana Savitskaya was the first woman to perform an EVA (Extravehicular Activity or space walk).

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not at all one of those let’s fuck over this planet and then escape to space people. In fact I’m generally a bit pissed about the whole let’s shove a big metal machine into the inviting, dark, folds of space and/or shoot for the moon weird, hard to ignore, phallic symbolism of it all. Especially the idea of taking and plopping that energy onto the belly of my girl Luna, who I prefer as a thing of mystery and some kind of cool, yin, purity.

So then why would I encourage them in those activities at all you ask? Well, because I have to admit it is pretty awe-inspiring these things they do. And really, if we were to pull back a little, out of our business as usual in the 21st century modality, what is going on out there is nigh unto miraculous. If only we were to view this from any other perspective removed from the jade of the last 50 years. Say it’s 1908 instead of 2008. It would be terrifying, miraculous, or possibly an affront to God. Think about it now. Something we almost never even stop to think of, in going about the course of our everyday living is that, so are 10 or 20 or so people out there way beyond our perception and normal range of thought. Living in space. That is just, so, weird.

Additionally, I have this hope that much like every other stupid holiday, the marketers would freak out and start bombarding us with space stuff beginning a couple months ahead of it, that most TV stations would dig out all kinds of squidly sci-fi stuff to run all month long and that we could get away with dressing up all futuristic and/or space retro that whole week.

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That Fugazi song. Nigel says it’s called ”Waiting Room.”

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One of those damned free credit report.com jingles. O fuck me.

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There was a young lady from Twickenham
Who loved sausages, never got sick of ‘em
So that everyday
to her God she would pray
to lengthen, and strengthen, and thicken them

This is shades of Uncle Bunny. He once alleged to me that he had been challenged to construct one based on “the titular Bishop of Belter” and that no one had been able to. However, over the course of a week or so, we came up with several. One of mine was:

The titular Bishop of Belter
in blind man’s bluff chased a lass helter skelter
the day was quite hot
so once she was caught
he not only felt her, he smelt her

Nigel seems to think it’s charmingly odd to wake up saying dirty limericks.