Some days I think my head might fucking explode. Seriously, it just might.
I look forward to spontaneously combusting some day, if I’m not there already.
Someone better document this shit when it happens. I love reading about cases of spontaneous human combustion.
Behold, the Drafts of Intrigue (23) & the the Spam from the Bowels of Hell (666) based on their associated numbers, shown in the graphic, if you buy into that sort of thing.
Apophenia: the experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data… defined it as the “unmotivated seeing of connections” accompanied by a “specific experience of an abnormal meaningfulness”.
Besides, on the so-called “Number of the Beast,” I’ve recently read that it may have been misinterpreted, or obliterated via numerous translations, and that the true number is 616. Makes those who have been living their lives in fear of that number all the more humorous.
As an odd aside, I have noticed that more often than not, if I’m gonna get three-of-a-kind or better in Poker, it’s frequently a nice cluster of sixes. I don’t have strong feelings on this either way, just an interesting coincidence I’ve noticed. The only significance and meaning to be found in these occurrences are those held by an individual and how they perceive it, what they read into it.
I find great amusement in popular superstition - the perception of devilry and evil of all kinds… The shit they preach vs. what’s demonstrated in their their true nature when they think it’s of no consequence, that no one will tie it back to them as an individual (i.e., in traffic or online).
This offers some insight into my artwork. I tend to believe that humans are baser in nature than “The Devil” & “the sins” they fear. As a result, I tend to sympathize with the supernatural baddies a little more when watching horror movies, I root for the monsters. >;D
To quote the great Skinny Puppy, as revealed to us in Curcible:
“All is not so black & white”
Still by invitation only, but I received mine shortly after requesting it earlier today.
Make bloodsplattery-reminiscent art online!
With a little Photoshopping, you could do it up right.
This is one of the things you can now do on Yahoo. Looks like they are trying to up the ante to compete with MySpace even, with their attempt at Yahoo 360, which won’t let me in.
Also, Microsoft is working on Windows Live Beta, to which you can convert your old Hotmail account for more and better features. Plenty of free beta services for webmasters/business owners too.
Neither of the sites are intuitive to navigate. There’s just too much shit on there in Yahoo’s case and as for MSN, you click on Windows Live Ideas at the bottom right to find out WTF you can do. In their attempt at an over-simplified Google-like design, they’ve lost sight.
So, in summary, they’re striving to improve and offer more and we, the end-users, reap the benefits in free features. :D
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Aeon’s wigging again. It would be one thing if this were something manageable. Most cats run and hide and sulk in a secluded corner when faced with a perceived threat. Not this freak, she just keeps trying to barrel forth and dominate. When I was researching this breed online, there wasn’t as much info as there is today. For this reason, and recent events, I feel obligated to share our story with anyone contemplating this breed of cat, the Sphynx.
To start with, this breed is extremely affectionate, unlike any other cat, they are more like alien-monkey-dog-creatures. They enjoy snuggling, being held, kisses and constant attention. They are overly-alert and intelligent (read: into everything) and doing acrobatics to get your attention.
However, our Queen, Aeon, has had issues ever since the stud was introduced to the household for breeding. The hissing, pissing and diarrhea-ing in fear has been sporadic ever since. She is mentally ill, and our veterinarian said that this is not uncommon with this breed. We literally have to keep her medicated on Buspar, but she recently started rejecting the portion of the food with the medication in it.
Additionally, they are extremely prone to heart murmurs. The baby boy we’d kept from her litter died suddenly before ever reaching his 2nd birthday, without warning. Also not uncommon with this breed, I’ve read of other instances online - and when you get a good Sphynx, like he was, it’s gut-wrenching. He never had episodes, unlike his fruitcake calico mother.
Not to mention, Aeon, whom we paid an exorbitant amount for, sprouted a full undercoating of curly Dilute Calico hair, so that only her voluptuous belly is hairless at this point. She’s soft like a bunny and very, very loving when not going batshit.
So, in brief, that’s our story. Personally, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything, but would have chosen differently going into this had I only known. I recommend adoption of strays, salvation from animal shelters over buying a purebred any day. The gene pool was meant to be broader than this. The Himalayan I had growing up died early as well.
The moral of the story is:
Excessive? Perhaps, but we’ve been burned and “Oh… the suffering!” The shit I’ve been through with this effing cat who is now banished to the Bathroom of Solitude once again. Heed my warning!
Beware… Take care… Beware… *Ed Wood reference*
