The Other World

Anne Clark - Psalm

(via Pharyngula)

I Don't need your gods.
Don't need your eternal paternal god.
Don't need no reassuringly protective
good and evil in perspective god.
Don't need no imported distorted,
inflated updated,
holy roller, save your soul, or
anaesthetisingly opiate gods.

Don't need no "all creatures that on Earth do dwell"
be good or you go to Hell god.
Don't need no Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,
Hail Mary, Hail Mary god.
Got no yen for zen, Baghavad-Gita or Gurdjieff.
No Mormons, Methodists, Seventh Day Adventist gods,
no absolutes beyond refute,
no reverential preferential Judaic Messianic gods.

No Bibles, no Mahayanas, Delai Lhama
instant dharma gods.
Don't need no spiritual suicide or
prefrontal lobotomising gods.
Don't need no stoic sexless
anticeptic god.
Don't need no neon crucifix,
no crusade, no burkha, no Buddhas,
no camels or needles or Papal decrees,
no mail-order ikons, Koran's or Mandala's,
no Meha Baba's, no Sri Chimnoys, or Ayatollah's.

no Guatama's, no Manitou, Ouspensky or Marx,
no yin/yang, no tao, no tarot or incense,
no sacred mushrooms
no dianetics,
no Tibetan prayer mats
no "Immortal invisible gods only wise".
Don't need no televised circumcised
incessant incandescent god.
I Don't need your gods.
I need human beings.
I need some kind of love.
I need you.

(NB! The lyrics are as close as I could get them. I took the lyrics form Myers but as I noticed they did not quite match, so I altered them whenever I heard a difference. The sound quality, however, is not the best as the YouTube link is a live video and thus there are mistakes I couldn't correct and some lines missing since I couldn't make any sense... a native with a Doctorate on religions might get them right.)

A "tribute" to creationist idiots Ray "Bananaman" Comfort and Kirk "Crocoduck" Cameron, a nice metal song called 'Lies'!

(via Pharyngula)

Today, as last week, we went through romance fiction as a genre. Now, I kept repeating myself both weeks as no one could answer in a logical and objective way to two questions:

1. What is the purpose of romance fiction (apart from making money as they, apart from -or because of- their idiocy sell well)?

2. Instead of reading about happy lives they'd like to have (to some extent) and to get away from their miserable lives, why don't the readers -as in straight women, teens and housewives- actually do something about it, to change their lives to what they'd want them to be?

The second question was left unanswered but the first had some feeble attempts:

* romance fiction is soft porn/ rf is pornography for women
* rf satisfies women's need (?) to change the man and in rf this is possible; also, there are happy endings - everything's black and white
* (my personal favourite:) rf brainwashes women into believing and embracing the warped version of the world constructed by men - this is especially visible in the dominance (men dominant and superior and complete, women/girls inferior and incomplete and in need of guidance) and sexuality (men experienced, women virgins)
* simply a diversion from the daily life (which is closely connected to the second question) and entertainment
* rf has a hidden fantasy element: the battle between good and evil (and good always wins); also, the battle of sexes

Any ideas?

No more Stalker Saga to the undersigned. That's one particle causing my dreams so it must go, for now.

If I were prone to believe in a Designer, I might believe in destiny and faith to have brought me to the very spot at the very time at the same time with Her. She cycled past me earlier today, just as I was having an inner dialogue with Her in my head. I wept. I literally started crying. I don't quite know why: sadness, happiness, Her beauty and the kindness, whatever it is I feel for Her... I really do not know what I was feeling. But I cried for the first time in a long time and I did it in public.

Now I'll listen to Aerosmith's "I don't wanna miss a thing" while you're gathering the fragments of your cheesiness-o-meter from the floor. ;)

Woke up fifteen minutes ago. In other words, I just screwed up my sleeping rhythm I've been able to keep in check for almost six weeks in a row. But it was worth it: in the dream there were fairies, Xena & Gabrielle, witches and me having sex with a gorgeous woman. My subconscious apparently got the idea.. for now.

To deny the major religions all at once, I suggest you play a few rounds of FAITH FIGHTER at http://www.molleindustria.org/faith-fighter!

Also, try Faith Fighter 2 which has a very apologetic touch!

Helsingin Sanomat (http://www.hs.fi/aanestys/1135249645879) has listed thirty likely winners of this year's Nobel Prize for literature. Here's my Top 3, not so much based on the likelihood of them winning but based on how much I think they deserve to win and be officially acknowledged for their work.

1. Margaret Atwood (Canada)
2. Salman Rushdie (Britain/India)
3. Alice Munro (Canada)

Others worthy of noting are Joyce Carol Oates (USA), Milan Kundera (France/Czeckoslovakia) and Patricia Grace (New Zealand).

Voiko alitajunnan kanssa aloittaa yt-neuvotteluja? Viimeaikaiset unet ovat olleet sitä laatua, että pitkä lomautus tekisi hyvää allekirjoittaneelle. Eipä tarvitsisi joka aamu herätä ja muistaa kuinka edellisyönä yritti taas tappaa jotakuta, turhaan.

Viime viikolla yritin päästää päiviltä ahdistelijaa. Ensin käskin jättämään rauhaan. Kun tyyppi jatkaa edelleen, leikkaan sen varpaat yhden kerrallaan irti ilman puudutusta. Normaalisti tässä olisi jo luultavasti kuollut shokkiin, mutta tämä vain tuumii, että ai tuoltako mun varpaat näyttää sisältä. Lopulta päädyin iskemään tyyppiä veitsellä erittäin monta kertaa. Herättyäni mietin, miksi en yrittänyt irrottaa enimpiä raajoja, sen luulisi hidastavan menoa jonkun verran.

No, ei hidasta, kuten totesin viime yönä. Tällä kertaa yritin lahdata vanhempani, jotka tekivät saumatonta yhteistyötä tehdäkseen elämäni mahdollisimman hankalaksi. Yritin raajojen katkaisua: kädet, jalat, lopulta pää. Ei mitään vaikutusta.

Ja muistan edelleen molemmat unet sekä sen ahdistavan tunteen, kun edes kuolema ei erota. Joten: alitajunnalle yt-neuvotteluja, kiitos?

Viikonlopun päätteeksi sain inspiraation ohimenevästä blogista (toisin sanoen en osaa nimetä lähdettä), jossa meeminä oli listata valinnainen määrä elokuva-/TV-ihastuksia (toisin sanoen, "panisin" ;D). Lista on hahmon sukunimen mukaisessa aakkosjärjestyksessä ja kaikilla oma bloggauksensa, koska näistä naisista jokainen ansaitsee kuvan.

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Lara Croft ja Angelina Jolie. Klisee, tiedän, mutta Angie nyt vain on jumalainen ja Croft toimii allekirjoittaneelle. 'Wantedissa' näkyy Jolien tatuointeja, mutta tiedänhän niiden olevan iholla Lady Croftinakin... ja jotain seksikästä brittiaksentissa vain on.