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[14:23] Me: hAPPY dISCORDIA dAY!

[14:23] Her: blue fish Tuesday

[14:24] Me: Noon Blue Apples!

[14:24] Her: hehe
[14:24] Her: how are you?

[14:25] Me: Solitary situation salutes the sacred!

[14:41] Her: so how are things going for you?

[14:42] Me: You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around. that’s what it’s all about.
[14:43] Me: the Dark Room Club eats my mind.

[14:43] Her: i bet they make antibiotics for that kind of thing

[14:44] Me: Camara Clubs my friends join occupy time and space, crunching other concerns and devouring other distractions.

[14:44] Her: go on.

[14:45] Me: Negative burns on the soul.
[14:45] Me: Games of the mind tempt games of the heart, but nobody wins. All broken like jigsaw puzzles.

[14:45] Her: now, I’m damn sure they have anti-burn soul cream.
[14:45] Her: you should probably go to Walgreens and get some if it really is that bad

[14:46] Me: Nameless claims of blasphemy and balderdash. Lies with no beards, like eagles, tear truth’s tender heart.
[14:47] Me: Once friends, now strangers, aliens on different shores, speaking in tongues neither understand.

[14:47] Her: in that case, I recommend a translator

[14:47] Me: Translate, transpond, transmute.
[14:48] Me: All add up to change when the direct message is still digitially distorted by dogmatic distance.
[14:48] Me: “Nyah nyah nyah! I can’t hear you!”
[14:49] Me: “Nyah nyah nyah! I don’t want to hear you!”
[14:49] Me: “Nyah nyah Nyarlathotep! Chaos crawls between the seems (and the seams). He rests where he’s allowed.

[14:51] Her: actually, Nyarlathotep crawls wherever he damn well pleases. You also address him with “Ia!” not “Nyah!”.
[14:51] Her: It was the Hounds of Tindalos who were bound to the seams
[14:51] Her: they could only get into our world through the angles of time, not the curves in which we exist.

[14:51] Me: Dogma distorts the message.
[14:52] Me: Translate, transpond, transmute.

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HAPPY DISCORDIA DAY!!!

Superman II came on this morning. I’m watching it right now. And I’ve had a thought.

And I promise… no Batman bashing.

You see, I was going to respond to a friend’s insightful and well-written commentary about my Batman/Superman post. I was going to point out flaws in her reasoning and demonstrate why she likes Batman because he’s all emotionally fucked up (as opposed to Superman who, as an emotionally balanced character, is far less “sexay”). I was going to have some fun with the whole thing, because it really is all fun. I love making colleagiate level arguments that really boil down to “Superman can kick Batman’s ass!!!“…

But then showed me this headline:

U.S. Marines go hungry

And I read the first few lines.

The Iraq war has been the war fought on the cheap _ not enough body armor, not enough armor on vehicles, not enough night vision equipment.

It has been the war in which packages from back home have had to fill some crucial needs.

Now, we have chow call at the Greenwood Credit Union in Warwick, R.I. It’s the latest in home-front intervention. It’s partially in response to the unthinkable image of U.S. Marines approaching Iraqi citizens and asking for food because they do not have enough.

And suddenly, arguing about Batman and Superman didn’t seem all that important anymore.

Sorry, folks. I’d like to entertain you. Maybe another day. Right now, I’m too fucking pissed.

Jimmy done got himself a new band…

FUCK YEAH!

(thanks to )

You can keep your Dark Knight.
I’ve got The Man of Steel.

(“One of these days, Bruce, you’re just going to have to learn that no matter how hard you punch the world, it won’t give your parents back.”)

You’ve heard about it. You want to see it.
It’s here.

You can thank me later.

Hey, folks. Guess what? Kids are doing this “new thing.” It’s called “best friends with benefits.”

Jeebus Fucking Christmas.

This is a “new thing.”
This is “news.”
This is our media.

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Alanis used it as a fucking lyric on her album eleven years ago. It was, like, a NUMBER ONE HIT AND EVERYTHING!!! And it was old then!

I hate our media.

Today, President Bush announced that he would order the Department of Energy to stop filling the Strategic Petroleum Oil Reserve “in order to get more fuel on the market and help reduce rising gasoline prices.”

That’s kind of funny. And ironic. And fucking hypocritical. To quote the then-Governor Bush:

“The Strategic Reserve is an insurance policy meant for a sudden disruption of our energy supply or for war. Strategic Reserve should not be used as an attempt to drive down oil prices right before an election. It should not be used for short-term political gain at the cost of long-term national security.”

Today, Bush did precisely what he criticized President Clinton for doing five-and-a-half years ago.

How do you spell “hypocrite”?

G.E.O.R.G.E. W. B.U.S.H.

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Meanwhile, our glorious leader, who swore to uphold the Constitution on his beloved Bible, has also said, “I don’t need to do what anybody tells me.”

President Bush has quietly claimed the authority to disobey more than 750 laws enacted since he took office, asserting that he has the power to set aside any statute passed by Congress when it conflicts with his interpretation of the Constitution.