Ffolkes,

“If a little knowledge is dangerous,
where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger?”

~~ Thomas Henry Huxley ~~

Battling for sunlight….

Hajime…. Bah! Humbug!

I would guess, given my opening statement, the season has finally gotten past my defensive shields. It may also be a clue to note, my first coherent thought today upon awakening had to do with homicide, which leads me to some understanding of the need to parrot Scrooge. I feel dangerous, and, not to myself; I’d say the world of mundanes should probably be alerted, but, they wouldn’t listen, & might very well send me some sacrificial lambs in a futile attempt to assert some sort of fictional control over me. That’s okay by me; I haven’t killed anyone in years, & the practice might be useful. Hmm…. I guess I should make sure the abbatoir is ready, and the disposal pit has been prepared….

Now, most of the times I wake up in this state, (still more frequently than I’d prefer…), the act of voicing my inner wish to maim and destroy will generally take the greater part of the pressure off; in this way, it acts much like a steaming pot, where lifting the lid will allow a lot of heat to escape. So far, today, that’s not happening. In fact, I’m feeling more homicidal, and less in control, the longer I’m up. It’s probably just a delayed reaction to all the Christmas muzak we are all subjected to this season, which means there are only six more days to get through until it’s done for another year…. I’ve gotta say, the commercial crap we must endure is just wrong, and I don’t understand how people can so thoroughly deny reality….. but, then, I guess I’ve always felt that particular puzzlement.

At this point in my narrative, I feel I must assume some sort of control, if only to the extent needed to move us along where we’re supposed to be going. If I continue in this vein, we’ll end up ranting, which, at this point, and, given the seasonal fog of smarm so prevalent amongst the unwashed masses, could easily turn on me, & become an agenda for action; that wouldn’t be a good thing, mostly. Oh, sure, I’d feel better, but, what about the families of those idiots I’d have wasted? No, best to just join the rest of humanity, in the world of make-believe, just as if I didn’t want to ace the first fool to display their idiocy in front of me….. In short, I’ll be staying home today, seeking to find reasons to keep myself from rationalizing, a sure road to perdition.

Well, since it isn’t working the way it’s designed, I guess I’ll wing it from here. Don’t fret; I’m accustomed to wrestling with my demons, & haven’t actually killed anyone in recent memory…. and, my memory’s pretty good. So, I’ll just sit here, twiddling my mental thumbs, and stay out of jail. As for the rest of y’all, I’d suggest finishing the Pearl we’ve begun, then getting on with whatever you had planned for today. To dwell upon the issues we’ve explored thus far would be detrimental to all our future endeavors, so, best to simply file this one under, “Oh, well…”, and be done with it. The Pearl, I can say, isn’t too shabby, & should distract y’all sufficiently to help; if naught else, it’s good music, and fun for all in the final section…. Now, lets’ do this….

Shall we Pearl?

“There are two things on earth that are universal, hydrogen and stupidity.”

~~ Zappa’s Law ~~

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I haven’t posted any of this organization’s music in a while, but, they have a new release, so I’m including it below. Every release they create does good for people, and I’m proud to be a contributing member. Enjoy some lighthearted music to lighten the day’s burdens…. Can’t hurt, right?….

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Take Me Home, Country Roads
Playing For Change

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For a reason all-too-well-known to me, I’m not in a good mood this morning. For some other reason, this poem seems to fit my mood, so, here ’tis…. Can’t say I hope you enjoy it; such finer sentiments aren’t currently accessible just now. Try to do so anyway….

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016

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Naked Pearls

And now, for something a little different….

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“A thing derided is a thing dead;
a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.”

~~ Gustave Flaubert~~

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Penguin Trivia #46:

“Animals who are not penguins can only wish they were.”

~~ Chicago Reader 10/15/82 ~~

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“The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.”

~~ Alexander Jablokov, “The Place of No Shadows” ~~

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” … for these truths hold good for everything that is,
and not for some special genus apart from others.
And all men use them, because they are true of being qua being …
For a principle which everyone must have
to understand anything that is, is not a hypothesis …
Evidently then, such a principle is the most certain of all;
which principle this is, let us proceed to say.

It is, that the same attribute
cannot at the same time
belong and not belong to the subject
in the same respect.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Insufficient data for a meaningful answer at this time.”

~~ Isaac Asimov ~~

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“If they mention penguins, be afraid. Be very afraid!”

~~ Cheeky Bee ~~

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“I prefer to remain anomalous.”

~~ gigoid, the dubious ~~

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In a very real sense, this one is a victory. It’s done, which means I did it, and, nobody died. All good, so far. To keep us on that path, I’ll set us all free…. until next time, of course. At that time, we’ll again set our critical sights on trying to make some sense out of a world gone bonkers. Until then, do like I intend to do, & try to refrain from giving in to your/our homicidal urges; trust me, it’s for the best. Provided I have some minor success at that, which will mean I’m not yet incarcerated, or dead, I will be back to do this again. Since about 80% of this is hyperbole, and/or, just plain BS, the odds are good…. See ya, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
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,
and sometimes,
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….