My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
wickedthought goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Gomez Addams.
amanofhats tricks you! You get a block of wood.
crapdaddy gives you 12 light blue coffee-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
fallentyrant gives you 16 tan banana-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
gobi gives you 14 light orange chocolate-flavoured pieces of taffy.
judd_sonofbert gives you 15 red-orange coconut-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
kittydwhiption gives you 11 orange lemon-flavoured gummy worms.
memento_mori gives you 7 teal coffee-flavoured nuggets.
mnight gives you 13 green tropical-flavoured gummy worms.
oshiah gives you 1 light yellow spearmint-flavoured gumdrops.
ptevis gives you 16 orange grape-flavoured jawbreakers.
wickedthought ends up with 105 pieces of candy, and a block of wood.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Halloween Cthulhu: The Yellow Sign, Part 1

The room is dark. No lights. I’ve lit candles. A soft, but disturbing, droning tone comes from my laptop in the corner. I begin by telling this story.

It was 1981 and I was living in Ames, Iowa. I walked into Spencer’s Gifts with ten dollars in my pocket. On the shelf, I saw a large, white box with a cover that said "Call of Cthulhu." I thought I knew what that meant. I’d read the story in the library. I took down the box and discovered Spencer’s was trying to get rid of it; they ordered it by mistake. I bought it for ten bucks.

I took it home and read all the way through it. I didn’t quite understand it all, but I brought some friends over and we figured it out together. Because I bought it, we decided that I should be the Keeper (the GM). And I ran my first roleplaying game. My first game of Call of Cthulhu.

In college, I was the guy who ran Cthulhu. Other guys ran D&D or Traveller or Twilight: 2000, but I was the guy who ran Cthulhu. I’d show up in a black suit and I’d do my best to scare the living begeezuz out of them. 

Ever since then, I’ve tried to keep a tradition. Every Halloween, I dress up in a black suit, I get a group of friends together, and I run Cthulhu. I’ve neglected the tradition the last few years, but I’m starting again tonight. The first of four short stories. Tonight, we begin…

Then, I had all four of them stand together holding hands. They closed their eyes and bowed their heads. As they waited patiently, an unearthly voice (powered by Garage Band) echoed around them.

I AM THE KEEPER OF THE WAY.
THE DOOR IS OPEN.


And this is what happened next…

Religulous

I expected to be the only person in the theater.

When I got in line to buy my ticket, I was surprised to hear the five people in front of me–three different groups–all ask for tickets to see the very same film. When the cashier asked me what I wanted to see, I said, "One more for the same." She took my card and gave me my ticket. I stopped at the snack bar, got a hot dog and a Coke, and sat down in a theater that was half-full.

This is eleven thirty in the AM we’re talking about. 11:30 AM. And I’m living in Phoenix, AZ. You can’t drive a single city block without running into a church and the theater is HALF-FULL. I pick a seat, say a prayer of thanks to Discordia and eat my hot dog.

The lights go down and the movie begins. Bill Maher standing at the spot many Christians believe Jesus will return and fulfil the prophecies in the Book of Revelation. (He calls it "Revelations," but that’s such a common error, I don’t fault him for it.)

Now, as I’m watching the film, there’s a lot of laughter. And it’s deep-throated, full-bellied laughter. And then there are periods of deathly silence. The kind of silence that accompanies absolute terror.

And then, right around the thirty minute mark, about half the audience gets up and leaves. As if on cue. As if they were part of a church group who came to watch the movie so they could address the issues when asked about it on the six o’clock news. They just got up and walked out. It was difficult to ignore. This mass of people lifting themselves from their seats–all at once–and walking out. We now had a theater quarter-filled. And we kept laughing. Except when we weren’t. Except when we were terrified.

Religulous is not a funny film. I mean, there’s funny in it, but mostly, I was afraid. I was afraid for an electorate who believes that dinosaurs walked with man in the Garden of Eden. Sixty percent of them. Who believes the world is 6,000 years old. Sixty percent of them. Who refuse to acknowledge evidence from across multiple scientific disciplines because that evidence cannot mesh with the belief that a Supreme Being flooded the world sparing only six people so they may repopulate the planet.

Sixty percent.

(Those who like to point out that we’re really talking about religious extremists when we talk about gay bashing and replacing the first ten amendments with the Ten Commandments need to remember that one of those "extremists" is sitting in the White House right now and another is the nominee for Vice President for the Republican Party.)

Looking over at Rottentomatoes.com, I notice a lot of critics giving the film a negative review because they feel Bill Maher isn’t addressing the subjects of religion and faith in a serious way. "There are real scholars on these subjects," they say, "who could eat Bill Maher’s lunch." They say Maher picks on the little guy. The truckers for Jesus. The televangelist who goes around calling himself the Second Coming of Christ and the Anti-Christ in the same breath. The desperately in denial "ex-gay" guy who helps other homosexuals "convert through Christ" and denies even the existence of homosexuality. This is their critique. If Bill talked to real religious scholars, he’d get a better defense of Christianity.

But those critics are missing the most important point of the film. We’re not talking about scholars. We’re talking about the laymen. That sixty percent. We’re not talking about Biblical scholars–most of whom study the Bible as literature, not as Divine Truth. We’re talking about the people who don’t study the Bible but still believe in it. We’re talking about people who don’t study the Koran, but still believe in it. People who don’t questions what they’re told. People who ignore discomforting evidence in favor of comforting fairie tales. That’s who we’re talking about.

(And, as a sidenote, as someone who’s chased this subject for more than a few years, I can honestly say that I’ve heard what the "experts" have to say on the Bible. And, frankly, their answers are really no better than the layman’s answers. I mean, honestly. I’ve heard Bible scholars claim "the Red Sea" was really "the Sea of Reeds." And I’ve heard them cherry pick "the Word of God" to fit their arguments and interpretations. Just ask them why there are two different Creation stories and two different sets of Ten Commandments and why only two of the Gospels mention Jesus’ virgin birth and why none of the Gospels can agree on what happened Easter morning. Just watch these "experts" start making baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad excuses why "the Ineffible Word of God" makes mistakes, oversights and downright errors.)

Back to the main point.

I particularly like the Salon.com critique of Maher: "he’s not qualified to talk about religion."

Really? And what qualifications do you need to ask the question, "Why does the Emperor have no clothes?" Or, more specificially, "Why does God hate fags but not people who eat shrimp? Both are listed as ‘abominations’ in the Bible, right? Shouldn’t he hate both groups? How about the people who wear two different kinds of cloth? That’s an abomination, too, listed right next to the ‘hates fags’ line everyone references. Should we stone them to death, too?"

Exactly what kind of qualifications do you need to read what the Bible explicitly says without ignoring the passages you don’t like?

And when we read the Koran, exactly what kind of "expertise" do you need to decipher the several hundred "murder the infidel" passages? It says it right there. "Murder the infidel." I don’t think I need a degree to decipher that, do I? Do I need a Masters or a PHD to properly translate the words fatwa and jihad?

This movie isn’t about experts. It’s about that guy Sarah Palin keeps calling "Joe Six-pack" and what he believes about the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, the Revelations of Joseph Smith and L. Ron Hubbard. He may be "Mohammed Six-pack" or "Abraham Six-pack" in other parts of the world, but he’s still there. Still reading the book that tells him to hate-hate-hate and kil-kill-kill. But he’s there. And he doesn’t need no "expert" to tell him what his book says. He’s doing just fine without any experts.

And that’s what most people are missing. The reason Maher isn’t consulting the experts is because these folks aren’t talking to them, either.

This isn’t a movie about experts; it’s a movie about us. Folks without degrees in Biblical History, who aren’t Egypt/Israel archeaologists or anthropologists. And the things we believe are terrifying.

And hillarious.

CTHULHU!!!

It’s been a long time since I kept the tradition of running a Call of Cthulhu game on Halloween. I decided to re-up the tradition, but in spades. A four part story, each chapter in a different Era, all linked by a single element, starting on the first Friday in October, ending on Halloween night.

I’m too sleepy to do a full write-up, but Part 1 went off amazingly well. Out of the four characters, three died (each and every one killed by a fellow PC) and the fourth one went insane (he tried to kill himself).

The Man in Black made an appearance and… I’ll just leave it there. I’m completely drained. I had forgotten how much Cthulhu demands from me.

But they were all happy and eager to play the next chapter. Their characters were slaughtered–by each other–and they’re eager for more.

Ia! Ia! Cthulhu ftagn! I have a great crew.

Hey Brother, Can You Spare…

(delivered via [info]savageplanet )

> I’m against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG. Instead, I’m in favor
> of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a We Deserve It Dividend.
> To make the math simple, let’s assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide
> U.S. Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting
> every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at
> adults 18 and up.
>
> So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals
> $425,000.00. My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a We
> Deserve It Dividend. Of course, it would NOT be tax free.
>
> So let’s assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay
> $127,500 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to Uncle Sam.
> But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500 in their pocket. A
> husband and wife has $595,000.
>
> What would you do with $297,500 to $595,000 in your family?Pay off your
> mortgage – housing crisis solved.
> Repay college loans – what a great boost to new grads
> Put away money for college – it’ll be there
> Save in a bank – create money to loan to entrepreneurs
> Buy a new car – create jobs
> Invest in the market – capital drives growth
> Pay for your parent’s medical insurance – health care improves
> Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean – or else
> Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks
> who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is
> cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces. If
> we’re going to re-distribute wealth let’s really do it…instead of
> trickling out a puny $1000 ( ‘vote buy’ ) economic incentive that is
> being proposed by one of our candidates for President.
>
> If we’re going to do an $85 billion bailout, let’s bail out every adult
> U S Citizen 18+!| As for AIG – liquidate it. Sell off its parts.| Let
> American General go back to being American General. Sell off the real
> estate. Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it
> up.
>
> Here’s my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn’t. Sure it’s a crazy
> idea that can ‘never work.’ But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block
> Party! How do you spell Economic Boom?
>
> I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion We
> Deserve It Dividend more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington
> DC. And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because
> $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.
>
> Ahhh…I feel so much better getting that off my chest.
>
>
> PS: Feel free to pass this along to your pals as it’s either good for a
> laugh, or a tear or a very sobering thought on how to best use $85
> Billion!!
>
>
> Now do the math with 750 billion

Love Poem (via joemorf)

They call it Proposition 8 in California.
They call it Proposition 102 in Arizona.

I call it "legalized gay bashing."

If someone can make a non-religious argument against same-sex marriage, I’m willing to listen. Otherwise, keep your goddamn book out of my Constitution.

Thanks to joemorf  for the video. (He’s in there!)

On the Issues

Instead of reading what other people have to say about McCain and Obama, why not read what they have to say about themselves?

Here’s McCain’s stance on the issues.
Here’s Obama’s stance on the issues.

This is what they want you to know. May as well read it.

Read for yourself. Make up your own mind. That is all.

NOMORESPIN