“The witch was a ninety-year-old ex-hooker Dario had found on the streets of Rome.” – Jessica Harper on the uncredited actress in Suspiria
The week has been winding down, part of me wishes it was always like this, no students in town, the university a grey landscape of whistling trees, the faculty/staff gym completely vacant, save the 3 regulars including myself…no. students.
I haven’t had a single candy-cane this season. I’m wondering if I even had one last year, I really don’t recall. I used to love the multi-colored canes that were not in the least bit minty. Are they even produced still? I have a feeling probably not.
“You are tearing me apart, Lisa!” – Johnny from The Room
Oddly enough, last night I saw parts of The Room, starring Tommy Wiseau and my god, wow. Words cannot possibly describe this film. I think the thing that gets me is that it seems so removed from anything that is watchable, that it becomes mysteriously watchable. It’s such a confusing film. Please watch it.
“By the power of the keys it is that Our Lady of tears glides a ghostly intruder into the chambers of sleepless men, sleepless women, sleepless children…” — Thomas De Quincey regarding Levana and Our Ladies of Sorrow
I miss the days when the internet was ARPANET, and people just went about their business wishing that there was something like an internet but with more of a Star Trekkish edge to it – and not just a bunch of mundane, useless, nsfw sites.
While running this morning, I caught the History Channel’s “Mysteries of the Freemasons”. It was interesting, and I thought that maybe I should like to become a Freemason. I dunno, maybe, but I just don’t know what the fees are —and oh there will be fees.
Speaking of secrets and such, I kind of sort of hope someone figures out the mysteries around ol’necropolis. I’d like to know where to invest my time and money in 2012, because the way things are going, I’m pretty sure the country will stop working in about a month.
…blah, listening to NPR these days is like listening to Grandpa’s mouth talk crazy while he takes shots of dime-store whiskey, all the while you’re trying frantically to put out the fire that he may or may not have accidentally started in a box of priceless family photos.
Zombie saturn. That is what will happen to us. The moon will bash itself back into us, or something, and all of our corpses will create a rather impressive ring of death around our once beautiful, bountiful, glowing planet. UNLESS –
That is of course, unless the Andromedians get their affairs in order so that they can bail us out from the Biped Crisis, which is set to occur any day now. According to my astral ping requests sent to their star-cruisers, they’re about 2 years off. Good damn thing too. Don’t know how much longer I can hold the connex.
When they get here, it shouldn’t really be a surprise to anyone not living under a rock. I’m pretty sure that’s the reason that we’ve been trudging through these waves, lot of patterns to get through…..our brains are merging, preparing for the “fall”, getting ready for the next phase.
Sometimes I cross dimensions and things get weird. Usually, it only happens once my eyes shut down. I’m better working at night — our dimension has too much light, too many photons with too much information. The darkness carries this infinite supply of curiosity and beauty, ruled by sound and soft phantoms.
“Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works.” – Carl Sagan
This thinking always get me…it always make me wonder why — why couldn’t we have been there instead of here. But here is where we are, and what we are is where we’ve been, even if we started from scratch on this singular planet. Instead of thinking if we can build it, that someone will buy it — wouldn’t it be better to think if it’s to be built, then it’s to be used……to get off this rock, and to meet our universe.
