'Twas Christmas
And the lithe wee bells did gyre and jingle in the wabe
All nimbly were the stockings hung
While consulting astrolabe.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Frederick Peener's rant
O! Audience. Hear the cries of this life-form. All the world is a soap-box. Strange figures stand over us flinging harangues, calling for us to climb up out of the dust and hold them on high that they might catch sunbeams in their horny hands. They stuff their pockets with this gold and demand yet more.
All the world's a hound, and we are merely flea-bitten. We traverse the emptinesses in a crescent moon made from the pared toe-nails of our prophets. The heavy breath and moaning of inexperienced lovers fills our silken sails, blowing willy-nilly, whither-we-know-not. Maybe our craft will capsize and sink, without reason. Maybe it will run aground and crash through the shell of a shining white egg and we will live out the rest of our days in the land of honey-combs and breast-milk.
I lie before you in such a state as this in hope to find rest. Rowing to the rhythm of a timpani has exhausted me. Lying together we could solidify the foundation on which to erect a tower; a tower to house the beings to come. They could build their own additions. The tower will rise ever upward into the blankness of the future: a pin prick opening the heavens and commerce with the stars.
All the world's a hound, and we are merely flea-bitten. We traverse the emptinesses in a crescent moon made from the pared toe-nails of our prophets. The heavy breath and moaning of inexperienced lovers fills our silken sails, blowing willy-nilly, whither-we-know-not. Maybe our craft will capsize and sink, without reason. Maybe it will run aground and crash through the shell of a shining white egg and we will live out the rest of our days in the land of honey-combs and breast-milk.
I lie before you in such a state as this in hope to find rest. Rowing to the rhythm of a timpani has exhausted me. Lying together we could solidify the foundation on which to erect a tower; a tower to house the beings to come. They could build their own additions. The tower will rise ever upward into the blankness of the future: a pin prick opening the heavens and commerce with the stars.
Squidboy and Mr.Shark narrowly avoid Cpt. Falloon.
The creature cannot let go. Its jaws have long since clenched in rigour mortis. It has fused with time and become what is often referred to as 'inanimate' -- a not entirely accurate term.
Kelvin produces his scalo-meter and, upon measuring, finds the lifeless remains are still reading well North of absolute zero. "It has passed into a fractured state of multiplicity" Kelvin says, to which Fig rolls deep purple eyes and disguises a twitter of laughter with a chirp of song.
"It may appear whole, but the bonds that unite its physical presence have already begun to return to lonely one-ness with the universe" Kelvin continues.
"So, it's 'dead' and 'rotting', got it" replies Fig. "Don't you find it strange that the little monsters tighten up like this in preparation for decomposition? Wouldn't it be more expedient for them to burst apart, scattering atoms and energy everywhere at death, as we do?"
"Well, there's evaporation to consider" Kelvin begins to reply when his antennae detect a waft above them. "We might have to find another specimen, Fig" says Kelvin. "There is something on the gases, and it has spotted us. It may be hungry. Let us return later".
Kelvin produces his scalo-meter and, upon measuring, finds the lifeless remains are still reading well North of absolute zero. "It has passed into a fractured state of multiplicity" Kelvin says, to which Fig rolls deep purple eyes and disguises a twitter of laughter with a chirp of song.
"It may appear whole, but the bonds that unite its physical presence have already begun to return to lonely one-ness with the universe" Kelvin continues.
"So, it's 'dead' and 'rotting', got it" replies Fig. "Don't you find it strange that the little monsters tighten up like this in preparation for decomposition? Wouldn't it be more expedient for them to burst apart, scattering atoms and energy everywhere at death, as we do?"
"Well, there's evaporation to consider" Kelvin begins to reply when his antennae detect a waft above them. "We might have to find another specimen, Fig" says Kelvin. "There is something on the gases, and it has spotted us. It may be hungry. Let us return later".
Saturday, November 16, 2013
on emotional pain.
A few days later...
We need to make some headway on the issue of head-space. More precisely, it would be nice to find a better way to handle anger, resentment, and hatred. These three monsters stand in the way of our progress to the heavens. If the mind could be opened up so that inner-space and outer-space unite, the expansion would shrink the monsters nearly infinitely. Their power could be rendered insignificant.
There are artificial means of spacing-out, but they usually have a down-side that returns us to Earth too quickly, and we burn-out. What we need is the transcendent power of progressive trance to loose the moorings of our mind. The mind is the seed that impregnates space. Everything that we are resides within its pellucid shell as it reaches up toward the truth. May you hold your mind in balance, above the grasping vices, in high orbit. Your eyes will glaze and the images they report may grow fuzzy. You may hear thoughts as well as sounds. Time could go funny. Just learn to trust and love. It is a gift the other species have not forgotten. Angels we have heard on high….
We need to make some headway on the issue of head-space. More precisely, it would be nice to find a better way to handle anger, resentment, and hatred. These three monsters stand in the way of our progress to the heavens. If the mind could be opened up so that inner-space and outer-space unite, the expansion would shrink the monsters nearly infinitely. Their power could be rendered insignificant.
There are artificial means of spacing-out, but they usually have a down-side that returns us to Earth too quickly, and we burn-out. What we need is the transcendent power of progressive trance to loose the moorings of our mind. The mind is the seed that impregnates space. Everything that we are resides within its pellucid shell as it reaches up toward the truth. May you hold your mind in balance, above the grasping vices, in high orbit. Your eyes will glaze and the images they report may grow fuzzy. You may hear thoughts as well as sounds. Time could go funny. Just learn to trust and love. It is a gift the other species have not forgotten. Angels we have heard on high….
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Testing, testing, one, two...
Yes, and hello. It is a hitherto unwritten rule that electronic biographical logs (blogs, for short), must start off with a brief reference to how much time has passed since the previous entry. The better to fit in, we will now observe that custom. Sorry, it's been about a month.
As we were trying to remember the name of the server on which the martian hop exists, we stumbled upon an internet segment entitled: Mars rover photo reveals iguana, blogger claims. Fossilized iguana. The discovery of the dinosaurs started out with a giant iguana as well. Coincidence? The thing is though, the Martians are already here on Earth, in our minds. I'll leave that with you and make no guess at their origins. Maybe one day we'll have more definitive proof. "Where you from, you sexy thing?" Do you believe in miracles?
As the old cross-dressing, sex-addict-actor once said: "I want to believe". Did you know he was in Twin Peaks as well? So many questions, so few answers. That's why we love trivia here. Nothing is too trivial. Something's always better than nothing.
And practice makes perfect. Does it? My human sibling's now-deceased high-school band teacher used to say that "perfect practice makes perfect". But since the intergalactic juries are still out on the existence of perfection, and high-school band performances continue to suggest against the possibility, we'll have to stick with "practice makes practiced". Being practiced is far better than not, so we'll just keep trying to get better.
That's it for now. Keep your peckers up.
Zmz
As we were trying to remember the name of the server on which the martian hop exists, we stumbled upon an internet segment entitled: Mars rover photo reveals iguana, blogger claims. Fossilized iguana. The discovery of the dinosaurs started out with a giant iguana as well. Coincidence? The thing is though, the Martians are already here on Earth, in our minds. I'll leave that with you and make no guess at their origins. Maybe one day we'll have more definitive proof. "Where you from, you sexy thing?" Do you believe in miracles?
As the old cross-dressing, sex-addict-actor once said: "I want to believe". Did you know he was in Twin Peaks as well? So many questions, so few answers. That's why we love trivia here. Nothing is too trivial. Something's always better than nothing.
And practice makes perfect. Does it? My human sibling's now-deceased high-school band teacher used to say that "perfect practice makes perfect". But since the intergalactic juries are still out on the existence of perfection, and high-school band performances continue to suggest against the possibility, we'll have to stick with "practice makes practiced". Being practiced is far better than not, so we'll just keep trying to get better.
That's it for now. Keep your peckers up.
Zmz
Thursday, October 31, 2013
...until next time.
A recent discovery: we at the hop are not the only ones doing this inter-web journal writing thing. There are hundreds of other people out there with personal computers writing on a wide range of topics! Isn't Earthling innovation marvellous? So, after having made this discovery, we need to think about how to stay competitive in a growing market. How can we stay relevant and worthy of your attention, audience? Are we sending these words off into the cold blankness of space, or are you out there with your radio-receivers, picking up the message? What would you like to read about? Any and all suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Until next time....
inflammation
Waifu and I have determined it is time to cut down on our consumption of sugar. No more cookies for breakfast. There is some anecdotal evidence that skin problems such as psoriasis can have their effects reduced when healthier eating habits are adopted. Carbohydrate-laden foods such as white flour, rice, and potatoes increase inflammation. But none promotes disease and decay like processed sugar. Replacing these ne'er-do-wells with a variety of different shaped and coloured plant-life, olive oil, and fish oil can work wonders. If you or anyone you know has a problem with sugar, please know that you are not alone. Together we can fight this terrible substance and an addiction that leaves millions sick, homeless, and destitute every hour. Join a local addictions support group in your area. Practice transcendental meditation. Go for long walks on the beach. Boycott fast-food chains and candy-bar manufacturers. We can make a difference, and give the children of tomorrow better, healthier, more luminous skin.
Tonight is All Hallow's Eve. The spirits of those long dead cry out for release from the hell to which they have doomed themselves through unhealthy eating choices. I ask you not to obey these vengeful spirits by sacrificing the well-being of our young people. Refuse to give out anything at all, or if you must, stick with apples and carrot-sticks. The roaming souls may then find peace, and our little ones will have a fighting chance at avoiding the sins of their forebears.
Tonight is All Hallow's Eve. The spirits of those long dead cry out for release from the hell to which they have doomed themselves through unhealthy eating choices. I ask you not to obey these vengeful spirits by sacrificing the well-being of our young people. Refuse to give out anything at all, or if you must, stick with apples and carrot-sticks. The roaming souls may then find peace, and our little ones will have a fighting chance at avoiding the sins of their forebears.
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