~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~
“Do ya think they’ll let us enter the Iditarod, Alonzo?”
Image from the UK Telegraph 8-4-2015
Good morning…. You may have noted the absence of the little pieces of ASCII art I was planning to include here from now on…. That’s because I don’t speak HTML, and couldn’t figure out how to enlarge them on the final viewing page of the posts; all I could get them to do was show up in their smallest incarnation, which was way too small…. So, they’re history, and I say that with gusto and aplomb, just as if anyone had really noticed, or gave a rat’s ass….
Oh! Wasn’t THAT lovely!…. Okay, ffolkes, I’m here, but, I don’t think I’d go any further than that. (And, probably shouldn’t even try….) But, I’m up, at 0230 again, so….. If I have to be here, somebody’s going to pay!…. I’ll try not to make it my Gentle Readers, but, I’d stay alert, if I were y’all. I’m afraid, in this mood, I can be a bit unpredictable….
Oh, nobody’s in any real physical danger (unless, of course, they panic at loud noises, or can’t find any appreciation at having to absorb a few minor blows to the head….), but, the stress levels have been known to top out the scale on occasion; it’s really no problem, as we offer Valium for those of our readers who need it, or, even, want it. We’re not your mother…
Nor are we particularly sane at this point in time (like that wasn’t already clear!…). Of course, sanity is a bit of a slippery concept around here, anyway, (hell, it’s not even included in the insurance!), so, none of that is of any particular significance…. Actually, I guess we COULD say that NONE of the above has any particular significance, and, we’d be right about that, too. We like being right, it’s so much easier, and cheaper, than being left.
Okay, that’s it. I’ve crossed the line, again. I’m making an executive (i.e., ruthless) decision, to get us the hell out of here before we manage to do something that could stimulate litigation. We HATE that! (Who doesn’t?…) Okay, I’m done. Let’s get on with this mess, okay?….
Shall we Pearl?….
“A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.” — Knights of Pythagoras
This will, no doubt, remove any covers I may have had for my romantic nature, which, due to extensive training as a curmudgeon, I try to conceal as best I can… This piece was sent to me a few days ago by a friend, and I was so enchanted, I decided to include it for the enjoyment of my Gentle Readers…. If you can’t find it in yourself to sigh a couple times, and to feel some joy at the music and story, well, y’all need to lighten up… Enjoy!….
As the iconic picture above indicates to those Gentle Readers who inexplicably frequent this blog, we’ll be dipping into the archives today. It’s not that I don’t have time to write a fresh rant; in fact, I have one in progress. But, it’s looking as if it won’t be done soon enough, as it keeps growing on me. So, I’ll do the exact thing tomorrow’s rant will address, and cheat….. This is a little follow-up to a religirant from the day previous to the date you see below; it’s pretty light, all things considered, so, enjoy the day off from wearing your thinking caps….
It is popularly supposed that between those who use the word “God” and those who do not there is some great gulf. But the gulf lies elsewhere. It lies between those who dogmatize, either positively or negatively, and those who recognize in great humility that something within them bears witness to realities which may be momentous in our lives, but which lie beyond the grasping net of our categories of thought. — Smart Bee
Yet more proof of Murphy’s presence in Life…. or, in my life, anyway….. Yesterday I wrote about this subject, expounding as I am wont to do with no little enthusiasm, trying to bring some clarity to a naturally murky subject (it’s hard to pin down anything solidly when the subject under discussion is a matter of conjecture, not physically present to be examined….). Then, later in the day, I come across this one short paragraph, that summarizes my 3-400 words succinctly in three lines, and very clearly, for all its brevity. SIGH….. So much for originality, eh? Though I don’t know who said it, I salute them….
“In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time.” — Edward P. Tryon
Once more, I have to agree with the author, especially as it gives a sort of pat on the shoulder to the paragraph above, as if sharing an obvious point. Serendipity, I say, and well met….
“When they discover the center of the universe, a lot of people will be disappointed to discover they are not it.” — Bernard Bailey
This one, when viewed in light of the previous two quotes, made me smile, big….. now, why is that? Because when he says a lot, he means, A LOT OF PEOPLE!…..
“And don’t tell me God works in mysterious ways, Yossarian continued There’s nothing mysterious about it, He’s not working at all. He’s playing. Or else He’s forgotten all about us. That’s the kind of God you people talk about, a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of Creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatological mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?” — Joseph Heller, Catch 22
Funny how people under stress always get so close to the truth; it makes the one who hears it more nervous and upset than he who said it…. or it that just me? Of course it is…. Why shouldn’t it be me? What’s the matter with me? Don’t you like me?….. Sorry…. any who, let’s see what else the magic can find….
“Every sensible man, every honest man, must hold the Christian sect in horror. But what shall we substitute in its place? you say. What? A ferocious animal has sucked the blood of my relatives. I tell you to rid yourselves of this beast and you ask me what you shall put in its place?” — Voltaire
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
~~ T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” ~~
I’m not sure why, but this excerpt from T.S. Eliot seems to be the perfect finishing line for the above meandering treatise…. and it is as close to a verifiable point as we’re going to get today, I can tell…. so, best leave it be for now, and go on to something else…. Or, in this case, to something the same….
Today’s poem was chosen merely because it’s the one which hasn’t been used for the longest time; last posted in 2013, this one is one of my personal favorites, no matter how it compares qualitatively with any of the others…. I hope you enjoy it….
To many, who will not see beyond their nose
the world becomes a dangerous place,
a bullet in every gun, a thorn with every rose,
no magic comes to save us, reality leaves no trace.
Minds closed, wrapped tight in manufactured fears,
men become clay, easily molded into complacent form.
No chains needed, held in thrall for years,
lies become gospel, when dishonesty is the norm.
Shed the chains you wear in durance, in kind;
Oh, ye of little faith, and much doubt
Strength is found in an unfettered mind,
Cry “freedom” with a great shout.
No help from any gods can hinder so much
as our own lack of confidence;
finding the light within, knowing it as such
confirms us, becoming consequence.
~~ gigoid ~~
Today’s final pearl is pretty typical; it speaks about some of those things in life it can be important to remember, in order to live the life we choose to live…. Well, in one sense, I suppose we all do that, whether we choose or not; not choosing is also a choice…. But, I digress…. Enjoy, ffolkes; once you get past this, it’s a piece o’cake….
“If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat.” — Smart Bee
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” — Robert A. Heinlein
“Happiness is inward, and not outward; and so, it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are.” — Henry Van Dyke
“Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.” — Bertold Brecht
“To be able to say how much love, is love but little.” — Petrarch
It is a man”‘s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.” — Buddha
“The choices we make dictate the life we lead. There is no destiny; you make your own fate.” — Smart Bee
“Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is boring without it.” — Pearl S. Buck
The saddest are, `It might have been,’
More sad are these we daily see:
`It is, but hadn’t ought to be.’
~~ Francis Brett Harte ~~
Not only a piece o’cake, but, chocolate marble cake with a caramel-buttercream frosting!…. Yum! Unless, of course, you’d prefer the German Chocolate, which we keep on hand. No? Too early for that much sugar? No worries; it’ll keep. Having completed my self-inflicted duty, so will I, until tomorrow, when I’ll get up at goodness knows what hour to begin all this again…. Oh, yay. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes; I don’t see any way I can get out of it….
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…
When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.
Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
‘I can be a bit unpredictable’…
So can I……grin
Chris Ridgeway (Howling Sleepers) – Miserable As Sin
https://youtu.be/GvJ3W87ZpmA via @YouTube
but ‘live’ in years past there woz no one qoite loike ‘im….abc……grin great guy when sober! …..
Great song… I can say it describes perfectly a time in my life of which I can now happily say, “Been there, done that, never again like that…”
Looks like a fun song to play; I’ll have to download it so I can break it down to learn…
Again….. same ole Chris…. enjoy….
Cakehole Presley – Don’t Let The Bastards Grind You Down https://youtu.be/WebArYWcCzA via @YouTube
Ilegitimati non carborundum!
Latin for ibid:…. 😉
Another one to put on the ‘list to learn’….
Loved the frog piggyback riding on top of the snail! And the man being tall when he kneels down to help a child!
I’m glad you enjoyed today’s mess…. Aye, too bad the Knights are part of a sect/cult/ancient organization that may or may not be completely on the level, in terms of the code of honor they claim…. Parts of the code of chivalry, in the Middle Ages, were probably inspired by the more ancient Pythagoreans, which is the youth educational arm of the Masonic Lodges, for boys 8-18 as sons of Masons…. I’ve always wondered about the Masons; if they are such an honorable organization, why do they find it necessary to hide their inner workings from the general public? They never seem to come up with any, to me, believable explanation, so, I can’t fully trust them, as their motivations are hidden.
That said, a good aphorism can be true even if someone not fully trusted said it, and this one, which is one of my favorite expressions of this idea, is one of those I believe came from an even more ancient code, that of the warrior/scholar, unwritten, but, known to all men of honor… If a man truly understands what honor means, he KNOWS when an act is not honorable, no matter what it is….
I did it again, didn’t I? Oh, well… I carry deep feelings on men caring for children, so, I offer no apologies for mini-ranting about something I feel is always worth saying…. so, thanks for the stim….
gigoid, the dubious…
Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:
Once again, I got in my own way enough to prevent the creation of a new Pearl. In the interests of consistency, even if misplaced or a result of guilt, I offer this one, from a period of time when I had entered the hallways of hell, but, had not yet realized it. It’s pretty good, if a bit long, so, please enjoy it today, while I work on something fresh. I’ll be back tomorrow; it’s raining today, so my usual walkabout will be shorter than they have been of late…. Y’all stay strange out there; it does confuse the myrmidons, if nobody else….
See ya soon….
gigoid, the dubious
your poem was ace gigoid 😀