@troodon *shows off, though Peg was responsible for a good chunk of this too:*
* Spinward By Candlelight
* Guess Who Forgot To Read The Instructions?
* Fearsome Engine of Indolent Purpose
* I Blame The Bees
* Allergic To Concrete
* I’m Sorry For The Black Rose
* [Needs Work] [sic]
* The Bureaucrat Fell From The Sky
* See Me After Class
* The Universal College of Whalesong, Errant
* A Golden Summer of Righteous Indifference
@troodon "Videodrome That's Good Thinking Queenite."
Yeah, sorry lizard fren, not feelin' this one! Besides, I think once you've got your own Evernote document of worldship names, you've pretty much APed out of this class. :D
re: media, mh, mood (+)
Peggy has, quite indirectly, reminded me that a cool dragon, a world to grow and share, and loving parents are a fucking hell of a lot more than Rustin Cohle ever had in his poor miserable life.
So I'm dropping the Misery Chick self-pity act for now, fuzzling said dragon, and getting back on with my evening. I guess the old regrets just got to me again. Sorry 'bout that. =n_n;=
But I'm probably still gonna read me some Thomas Ligotti. And I still really miss getting hugs from people I'm not actively dating. Or having the faintest shred of security I have any place in their emotional lives.
media, mh, mood (-)
OK, I knew watching Season 1 of True Detective was gonna be a whole different experience when I was actually living in Louisiana.
But I didn't expect to identify quite so much with Rust Cohle this time around. Gee, maybe the last couple of years did even more damage than I thought.
Guess it's time to pick up some Thomas Ligotti and finally embrace my Inner Nihilist fully—because aside from Peg, Parallax, and sticking around long enough to help give my parents a good comfortable death someday, what the fuck else is really left, that isn't just a passing distraction? Just like the good Mr. Cohle, I don't think I can believe in community ever again.
a parody of and/or addition to crystal healing: plastic healing! (long)
A funny urban magick witchy punk concept I just thought of:
crystal healing, only instead of choosing extremely specific varieties of minerals for one's intent... choose different kinds of plastics.
"I'm feeling burned out and stressed due to money worries. Which plastic healer helps with that?"
"Polypropelene is resistant to stress, so meditate with, like, an empty yogurt cup you find lying on the sidewalk."
Tentative examples of some possible plastic associations:
* celluloid - fire, fame, movie-making, YouTube celebrities, Mercury and Mars
* casein - motherhood, cats, nurturing qualities, cooking, allergies, Venus and Ceres
* platinum silicone - recovery from surgery, skin, sexuality, wealth, online ad revenue, Jupiter
* polyester - fashion, beauty, creation, fiber arts, amigurumi, Venus and Eris
I was thinking of this as a joke, but... magical practice is kind of like that, anyway. Some plastics have a crystalline chemical structure, and crystalline structure is supposed to be metaphysically significant, so they may as well be just as legit as healing crystals. That is, unless if you rule them out just for being made by humans. However, that's similar to the debate about the metaphysical properties of natural citrine vs. heat-treated citrine.
I like witchcraft traditions that use everyday objects as foci for intent: handkerchiefs, kitchen herbs, brooms, candles, and string. However, I'm creeped out by how easily New Age bu$iness would turn this idea into a money-maker where gentrified malls have boutiques full of random plastic items priced at hundreds of times their normal market value, telling people to treat their cancer symptoms with $500 Bakelite orgone pyramids and $200 sporks labeled as Atlantean triune power wands.
re: a parody of and/or addition to crystal healing: plastic healing! (long)
@frameacloud I LOVE this. <3 Mind if I RT?
@JulieSqveakaroo Now I have this wonderful mental image of the Catbus from Totoro, except it's an Apache Tiger loaded up with missiles. Little evilly grinning rubberroo in the cockpit of course! =^______^=
music, queerpol (~)
I'm not sure if hearing "Small Town Boy" by Bronski Beat in the middle of this NOLA café full of middlebrow Americans with toddlers fills me with joy and hope... or just a cynical suspicion nobody anywhere remembers it's about a queer kid running away from home. It's safe, now—like hearing Van Halen in a mall elevator.
@Leucrotta Oh, thank goodness, actually, I was afraid it was just me. You're still totally rad. <3
@Soreth (Cut to a tiny lemonade stand being run by a hungry sparrow...)
@Leucrotta Seriously, how do you always manage to be so damn NICE in the face of all that anxiety you struggle with? I always find myself fighting off the urge to lash out at the world, when mine is bad, and I'm ashamed of it. *hugs tight*
re: medical
@Thaminga Oh, yikes, good luck, speedy recovery, and please keep us posted!
re: out-of-context theater (special libertarian brony redditor edition)
@mmsword *chuckles* Excellent, excellent guess—but remarkably, not The Calbeck. :D
@troodon In other #KittenNews, Muffin snubbed an attempt to pet her today, and this has been me ever since...
Artist's Conception: Rezeya and Anthracite c. 2019
(it's actually a frame from the fascinating ARG/rabbit hole Cat Ghost, as masterfully analyzed by Nick Nocturne here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7Ac32ixV0E )
mood(s), parallax (~)
it's amazing how fast a gloomy mood of mine can be dispelled by a new bit of parallax canon
shit did i accidentally take a correct life path somehow? 'cause the isolation and insecurity and nostalgia and worry are still agonizing on a daily basis, but... god, if we can just live long enough to finish this damn thing, my imaginary kids are gonna grow up beautiful
Big mood for today. Another classic from the Century Egg.
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/