More sausage, and Eris on the brain.

For you political buffs out there -- worldaffairs, a political RPG of sorts. (From porcinea.)

Somewhat thought-provoking article about hate and moral behaviour and . . . stuff. Title: Moral people must learn to hate. (From theaceofspades.)

oldsma has provided a public informational page with paypal link here; it contains a little more information about her situation than my post from a few days ago (a frequently given answers section).

Very Discordian Today notes:

jikharra had a lava lamp; he decided he did not want this lava lamp anymore. It is orange. It was seated upon the table at games. I informed keshwyn that she had a lava lamp on her table. She explained the above. Somehow, this conversation managed to turn into me becoming the new mama of an orange lava lamp, which is currently up in the green room next to my blue one. (This was in between discussing blurry lesbian photography, polio, and Massachusetts politics.)

Clearly I need to build a Discordian altar with those as the altar candles. (Perhaps from pieces of the altar that I built in the crawl space of my father's house when I was a teenager, which my father found recently and is moderately perplexed by. If I'm remembering it right, it has a particularly, ah, colourful cloth.)

I have also, with the thought of the altar, developed an ambition to acquire two more lava lamps (probably purple and yellow) and thus be able to have a full ritual circle setup with lava lamps to mark the corners/elements. teinedreugan is tolerantly amused. I pointed out to him that as ambitions go, it's fairly harmless. (I did not point out that my angling back towards religious witchcraft as a component of the contents of my brain has picked up several layers of wack, because that goes without saying.)

keshwyn has pointed out that we have to have a Yule celebration this year, so that we can wish for pie. (montrealais, this is all your fault. ;) )

Also, on the way home from games, I developed a profound urge to come up with a ritual veneration of Ra that included "The sun is a mass of incandescent gas" somehow.


I nearly have a poem or something that came out of kneading bread; we will see if punching it down makes a difference to its progress into completion, or whether I have to pound on it at length. But good bread. Yay feast with bread. (Cooking with honey is really remarkably sticky, you know.)

I don't have a title for this yet.

( Poem for Wesir and bread and stuff. )

Dua Wesir!

(I can't tell if this is awful. blacktarrant got it, and brooksmoses says it takes reading a couple of times to straighten the threads out but it came out in my head with the layers and I can't make it real any other way. Also, I suspect my capacities for evaluation would be in a much better condition if I wasn't sloshed, but since I'm completely plastered, there's nothing for it. This also is why the run on sentences. Be glad I"m correcting my typos.

Also not sure how to make the HTML work right. Faking it, sir.

Several times, until it works.)

Addenemium: Can't make the damn spaces go away. Cutting it as a result for courtesy. Dammit.)

Addendum: Hah! larksdream fixed my formatting. All better now.

Odd synchronisities

Best footnote ever:

⁶Victor Anderson gave me these names, with the exception of Sacred Dove, which he called Paraclete. Some students have trouble calling it Dove, thinking that to be Christian imagery, but Victor called Triple Soul alignment "feeding the Dove". One may also call it the Sacred Falcon, using Egyptian imagery if that is more comfortable for you, or God Soul.

(T. Thorn Coyle, Evolutionary Witchcraft, page 46.)

Isn't it funny to come to a revelation and start hiking in that direction, only to find that someone else, someone coming from a completely different direction, has seemingly casually cut a blaze into the tree that defined the sight-line?

Hello, Heru.

. . . the dove descending breaks the air with flame of incandescent terror . . .


(No Thanksgiving content. My bread came out well. Had much food and spent time with people. Very crashy. Consumed by either fire or fire.)