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27, 2024
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Saturday Morning Blues for
pogge
June 20, 2024
2:43 p.m. CST
The Canadian Way
?? You know, we Canadians are the nicest,
politest people on Earth...??
...things change. however when you threaten our f***ing wild
salmon!!! ??
You get THIS! ????????.
Don't be a ?? be an ?? and say #FckOffFishFarms#FOFF!
Much Love, Bill the proud Canadian ?? pic.twitter.com/jhUcG3CM7a
"There are compensations to getting old. I just can’t
think what they are right now."
- Stephen King
June 15, 2024
8:30 a.m. CST
Saturday morning blues for
pogge.
Remembering on his birthday Riley B.
King??Blues legend B.B. King??the son of sharecroppers, born on this
day in 1925, on a cotton plantation near the city of Itta Bena,
Mississippi. pic.twitter.com/LLvHvYj5CK
"If the bee disappeared off the face of the
Earth, man would only have four years left to live. No more bees, no
more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man."
I never put much stock in that image of the earth
resting on the backs of four elephants
who are standing on the back of a sea turtle,
who is in turn supported by an infinite regression
of turtles disappearing into a bottomless forever.
I mean how could you get them all to stay still?
Now that we are on the subject,
my substitute picture would have the earth
with its entire population of people and things
resting on the head of Keith Richards,
who is holding a Marlboro in one hand
and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in the other.
As long as Keith keeps talking about
the influence of the blues on the Rolling Stones,
the earth will continue to spin merrily
and revolve in a timely manner around the sun.
But if he changes the subject or even pauses
too long, it’s pretty much curtains for us all.
Unless, of course, one person somehow survives
being hurtled into the frigidity of outer space;
then we would have a movie on our hands—
but wait, there wouldn’t be any hands
to write the script or make the movie,
and no theatres, either, no buttered popcorn, no giant Pepsi.
Putting that aside, let’s imagine Keith
standing on the other Rolling Stones,
who are standing on the shoulders of Muddy Waters,
and, were it not for that endless stack of turtles,
one on top of the other all the way down,
Muddy Waters would be standing on nothing at all.
Musician and producer Jacob Collier frequently
experiments with audience during his tours. This is how he turns his
entire concert audience into a choir, signalling at different
sections to move up or down a note.pic.twitter.com/U1WK5zM2IB
I have no words…… except to say that whatever
force brought these two wonderful eccentrics together proves there’s
still some silly loveliness in the world ???? pic.twitter.com/4aSXX4tPw7
The Eight 'I'd really rather you didn'ts'
of Pastafarianism
1. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Act Like A
Sanctimonious Holier-Than-Thou Ass When
Describing My Noodly Goodness. If Some People Don’t Believe In Me,
That’s Okay.
Really, I’m Not That Vain. Besides, This Isn’t About Them So Don’t
Change The Subject.
2. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Use My Existence As A Means To
Oppress, Subjugate,
Punish, Eviscerate, And/Or, You Know, Be Mean To Others. I Don’t
Require Sacrifices,
And Purity Is For Drinking Water, Not People.
3. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Judge People For The Way They Look, Or
How They Dress,
Or The Way They Talk, Or, Well, Just Play Nice, Okay? Oh, And Get This
Through You Thick Heads: Woman=Person, Man=Person. Samey-Samey. One is
Not
Better Than The Other, Unless We’re Talking About Fashion And I’m
Sorry, But I Gave
That To Women And Some Guys Who Know The Difference Between Teal And
Fuchsia.
4. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Indulge In Conduct That Offends
Yourself, Or Your
Willing, Consenting Partner Of Legal Age AND Mental Maturity. As For
Anyone Who
Might Object, I Think The Expression Is Go Fuck Yourself, Unless They
Find That
Offensive In Which Case They Can Turn Off The TV For Once And Go For A
Walk For
A Change.
5. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Challenge The Bigoted, Misogynist,
Hateful Ideas Of
Others On An Empty Stomach. Eat, Then Go After The Bastards.
6. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Build multi million-Dollar
Churches/Temples/Mosques/
Shrines To My Noodly Goodness When The Money Could Be Better Spent
(Take Your
Pick): A. Ending Poverty B. Curing Diseases C. Living In Peace, Loving
With Passion,
And Lowering The Cost Of Cable. I Might Be A Complex Carbohydrate
Omniscient
Being, But I Enjoy The Simple Things In Life. I Ought To Know. I AM
The Creator.
7. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Go around Telling People I Talk To
you. You’re Not
That Interesting. Get Over Yourself. And I Told You To Love Your
Fellow Man,
Can’t You Take A Hint?
8. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them
Do Unto
You If You Are Into, Um, Stuff That Uses a lot Of
Leather/Lubrication/Las Vegas. If
The Other Person Is Into It However (Pursuant To #4), Then Have At It,
Take Pictures,
And For The Love Of Mike, Wear A CONDOM! Honestly It’s A Piece Of
Rubber, If I
Didn’t Want It To Feel Good When You Did It I Would Have Added Spikes,
Or
Something.
Betty, if I set out to write this poem about
you
it might turn out instead
to be about me
or any one of
my female relatives
it might turn out to be
about this young native gir
growing up in rural Alberta
in a town with fewer Indians
than ideas about Indians,
in a town just south of the 'Aryan Nations'
it might turn out to be
about Anna Mae Aquash, Donald Marshall or Richard Cardinal,
it might even turn out to be
about our grandmothers,
beasts of burden in the fur trade
skinning, scraping, pounding, packing,
left behind for ‘British Standards of Womanhood,'
left for white-melting-skinned women,
not bits-of-brown women
left here in this wilderness, this colony.
Betty, if I start to write a poem about you
it might turn out to be
about hunting season instead,
about 'open season' on native women
it might turn out to be
about your face young and hopeful
staring back at me hollow now from
a black and white page
it might be about the 'townsfolk' (gentle word)
townsfolk who 'believed native girls were easy'
and 'less likely to complain if a sexual proposition led to violence.'
Betty, if I write this poem.
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12:43 p.m. CST
Elephant
Thanks, Barbie!
April 16, 2024
12:12 p.m. CST
QOTD
"I didn't really have a career. It was more of a
careen."
- Mike Glass
April 15, 2024
8:47 a.m. CST
Steven
I'm not sure what's funnier, the horse's
dramatic 'play dead' routine, or the fact that it answers to the
name Steven! ?? pic.twitter.com/kgch38dK7i
