Look "mate"-- we don't want you here. Grow a freakin' sack already, and stay where you are to face the music. Last thing we need here is an overly-entitled, precious, violent, attention-seeking arsehole stinkin' up the joint.
You made your mess, you clean it up. Pulling a "geographical cure" isn't going to fix anything. All you are going to do is make most of us uncomfortable and even more disgusted.
Man up for fuck's sake and deal with your many issues.
I realise I am a bit late joining the party, but I am in a ranty (but happy) mood this evening. ;-)
“Signs” was a fun movie (M Night Shamalamadingdong is in my head 'n stealin' my thoughts), but would have better off without Mel. He was the weak link in that film, the usual wooden portrayal by an actor with “the range of a daisy air-rifle” (to quote Dennis Miller.) And yeah, I rather liked “Braveheart”, it led me to start researching William Wallace on my own, which is always a good thing. And the lifting of the kilts scene always cracks me up. I do recognise the film for what it is— Mel Gibson trying to feel godlike and uberspecial—a chance to play dress-up and feel better about what a shit he is, and what a shit life he has.
But other than that, I can’t think of even one good thing sMELl Gibson has done for the world, for the entertainment industry, or for himself.
He is a racist pig. He is an abusive scumbag. He is an overly-entitled moron who believes that he is specially privileged and can get away with anything. He is mentally ill, and is in need to some serious fucking therapy. He is on a path of self-destruction, and frankly, it couldn’t happen to a more deserving guy.
And most of all, he is a sick, twisted, hateful and evil fuck for making “The Passion of the Christ”.
That movie is VILE. Any Christian who can watch that crap and think it glorifies “Jesus” is delusional. For those that enjoy it, who promote it, well, that speaks volumes about what sort of “Christians” they are. It is nothing but Christian snuff, Christian porn and an openly racist & hostile statement against Jews.
I’ve watched two documentaries recently to help me really clarify my position on this. The first is “The God Who Wasn’t There”, which documents the amount of gore, blood & violence in “The Passion of the Christ”. There is only like 10 minutes out of the entire movie (TPotC) that isn’t violent, bloody or otherwise gross. Ten minutes out of a movie where the total run time is, what, over 180 minutes? WTF is that? I mean, how sick do you have to be to make that film, and include that sort of violence… of and extra-special special effects like tiny blood droplets aimed precisely in the camera angle to squirt up as the feet of Jesus are nailed to the cross? Sick, sick, sick.
By the way, in the scene where Mary the Mother of Christ kisses the feet of Jesus—those are allegedly Mel’s OWN feet. Talk about hubris.
The other documentary I watched to help me come to terms with the gore-fest “The Passion of the Christ” was “Snuff”. It discusses the concept of what a snuff film is actually, are there really snuff films, etc. It’s eye-opening, and sad and gross-- but in a most useful way.
So I mulled it all over and yes, “The Passion of the Christ” is a snuff film in my opinion. Not the sort of snuff film where anyone was actually tortured (other than the audience) & killed, but about as close as you can get to one. I rank it up there with other things I wish I never wasted my time with, like 80’s fashion. I wish I had never seen it. I don’t willingly expose myself to violence & gore; I skipped out on the “hype” of watching the online executions of various people, I’ve never seen any of the “Faces of Death” films (a very unfortunate snippet of one, big mistake), I am not a fan of horror films. (Suspense yes, gore no.)
It is my opinion that sMELl Gibson gets off on making & watching this stuff. And I think my point will be driven home even more as more and more about Mel’s insanity and violent tendencies come to light.
Mel allegedly wanted to commit suicide at one point, and allegedly claims that making “the Passion of the Christ” helped him “heal”.
Well Mel-- you ain’t healed, buddy. Frankly, I don’t think there is any way to fix the likes of you. Maybe one: if you were an actual rabid dog (instead of just a metaphorical rabid dog) I know of a decent solution. Pity it can’t be used.
So far the biggest "SQUUEEEEEE!!!" for me about being back in school is all that lovely, gorgeous, brain-stuffing access to JSTOR and other research archives.
Leaving in six hours for Sydney with A & JS to pick up Scotty. Will be a fast turn-around trip, we have a lot going on here for Midsummer and need to get back to do shopping for Midsummer Feast. Am very much looking forward to having Scotty here. We all are. :-)
Big news to follow in a f’locked post; suffice it to say I am now ready to announce the “big news” that I’ve been keeping under my hat for the past year. Be patient, I will write but it is hard to find time as I have had non-stop houseguests since July and my time is so terribly limited right now.
107 plans are firming up; it’ll be the full Lodge this time— plus both Scotty & Todd will be attending! Yay! We are all excited, especially our probationer. We are getting ready for some other work; another family death had put things on hold for a bit but now it is all starting to get back to normal.
Did a heap of housework today and now I am exhausted. Can’t believe I have to be up in four hours. Blah.
Animal work quiet, not doing much right now as it is all too much and I am so burnt out.
Have much to say about Ed Hubbard and his idiocy, but that will have to be expressed at a later date. Needless to say, we are all ticked off about his asinine statements and recent writings and our policy to auto-ban all CorrellianMkWikkenWannabes from all our forums was a terrific, nearly prophetic measure.
Had another psychic moment that I nailed, but again that will have to be in a f’locked post. My intuition is really keen right now-- not to brag—but why else study & practice all that I do if not to not have things catch me unaware? There’s a conundrum in play, something I’ve wrestled with since my birthday, but so far my intuition & tarot divinations have been right on track with how I feel about the situation overall. Will do a horary chart on it when I get back from Sydney & shopping and so on; and really wish one of my Lodge sisters or brothers was up right now so I could call them and pick their brains about all of this. Ah well, I’ll see them in a few hours.
Now to finish my glass of wine and go to bed; five am comes early and the kookaburras don’t let me sleep beyond that.
I hope you are all having a great holiday season—no matter what you observe—and I’ll check back in later with more details.
P.S.—Bloody World of WarCRACK—got me hooked again! Getting WotLK Thursday; can’t wait for Cataclysm! ‘Locks RULE!
P.P.S.-- Are any of you gals out there aware that the "Cougar" spell-- when cast by a hottie-- has an AoE effect that is devastating and DoT period that takes days to wear off? Gods help me. ;-)
The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about one another. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
Firstly, a belated Happy Crowleymas to one and all. The 12th was also the sixth birthday of my LJ, so yay for me and my ranting, ramblings. I spent the day quietly, dealing with is hopefully the last of this flu.
My internet connection was down for about 36 hours; they are doing all sorts of road works & such, and my phone lines get wonky this time of year due to the rain… although we aren’t having nearly as much as we usually do; quite the opposite in fact. More on that below.
Now in WTF-ery…
Three dust storms in a month. Three. Storms the like of which I’ve never seen.
I am not a novice with dust storms, I grew up in Phoenix and have been in some really, seriously bad storms. They build up and a brown wall of oppressive dirt hits the city, reduces visibility to nil and then it blows on its merry way. Lasts maybe an hour, tops.
But THESE dust storms we’ve been having here in NSW… WTF? I’ve lived here almost nine years now and this is the first time I’ve seen a dust storm. They last for 12 to 16 hours. The sky goes all red and ugly and visibility is almost naught. Healthy people get sick— I saw one of my classmates have a nosebleed the day of the first (and worst) storm, and more than one person had been to hospital for treatment with breathing problems. People were told to not even go outside— it was that bad.
The second storm is the one that got me. It came out of nowhere, and I was having a morning nap on my lounge after tackling some big, boring techy reading I’d been assigned (but it was dull & dry as dust—LOL—and I’d been up since about 5am working on it.) So anyhoo, I wake up on the lounge, window open, covered in dust— and choking. Coughing. Can’t catch my breath. Then my throat began to hurt, I got a fever and the rest is flu history.
They said the dust is possibly coming up from the uranium mine sites in SA, so I indulged in a moment of paranoia. Then I sucked it up and just worked my way through the flu, went to class that evening and have spent most of the past ten days in bed or taking it easy.
Yesterday, another dust storm. Today a lot of wind and some dust— but enough that I got winded after walking half a kilometer into town to run errands. It’s getting old.
Oh joy, and now it is trying to rain, which means MUDSTORM. Gross. And I must go do a repair on the big aviary, those goofy birds have broken one of the big perches and they are quite vexed without it.
So with the dust storms & the economy, I can’t help but think a little about Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath”. May need to give it a re-read this week, after I finish my paper, and finish the big reading assignment, and wrap up one last business class. These school holidays have been so much holiday-like.
Okay, a brief update as I have been AWOL lately. ;-)
ATW doing well, and growing… in spite of the executive decision we made about not advertising it. New probationers and some mighty good ones at that. Nice to be experiencing this as I log back into LJ tonight and learn that the playgans and wannabes are at again in the drama stakes. It just supports my theory that most people who claim to be “pagan” or whatever, or practicing magicians are all actually playing at various sorts of fandoms and not at all embracing any sort of spiritual work (or any sort of work for that matter).
Paganism is not for all, it is for very, very, very few. Same with magick. 100 people may come at these things, and perhaps maybe one of those people will actually be meant to do it… and fewer DO do it. They think it’s a name and game, they miss the point. The drama is how they compensate for not “getting it”.
(To clarify: the fact that I am saying this here, and it'll show up on my friends' pages is testament to the fact that I think most of you are "the real deal". You all know the assholes to whom I refer... I tend NOT to friend them, or friend them back, or deal with them. So if you are on FL and reading this, you are tits in my book. To those reading this who aren't my "friends... well, some of you [b]are[/b] fucking posers. Now go away, it is past your bedtime.)
I feel justified and comfortable in my decision to limit severely any contact I have with others unless I know them to be long term practitioners. Thus far it is working well. I’m doing well, my paths are growing and evolving and WORKING. Now if all the stupid fluffy list would just fucking die already, we’d be back to where we need: the seekers will SEEK, those meant to find will find.
My big “project” is underway. I’ll reveal part two when it happens and catch you all up on part one as soon as I complete it. Let’s just say that life does indeed take us in strange directions, places we’d never expect to go.
Other than all this tame news, I have the flu. Go me! That’s what I get for moving to a whole new hemisphere of the globe with versions of the flu, and assorted colds that they don’t have in the hemisphere of my birth. I’ll get through them all eventually, but it’s still a shitty way to kick off spring.
Due to stepping down from my wildlife rehab work full time, I am having a quiet spring on the bird front: only five magpies, three kookaburras, three lorikeets, a willy wagtail, and four assorted pigeons/doves. It’s quiet, and I like it. Not missing it at all. Have just enough to do with these guys, and plan to keep it at this low level for the next few years.
Am hoping to get down to Sydney later this month to hear Lon Milo Duquette speak. *fingers crossed*
Hope all is well with everyone, batten down the hatches as I’m wagering that the playgan/magick wannabe drama won’t be over ‘til after NH Samhain/SH Beltane. ;-)
So, I guess today is the perfect day for an update!
Happy Birthday to me! At 5:10pm on the 22nd I turned 42! According to my natal chart & transits and such, this is the year my life really begins, and if the turnout of well-wishers and gifts and general merriment is any indicator, it’s gonna be fantastic!
Loads of gifts, so many phone calls, emails, so many friends & family all over in contact. It’s grand. Best Lesser Feast I’ve had thus far! (It’s my “star” birthday—wootness! How ironic in light of all that has been happening with the Lodge-- no nothing bad, just natural things that have to occur as we organise and tighten up the operation-- and natural events and so on.)
I’ve enjoyed all my gifts & calls & such, but my favourite gifts thus far have been the copy of The Law is for All & Anpu statue from my hottie guy Ienpu, and the $50 Amazon gift certificate from the best ever ex-husband, Todd, and my bestie Ash flying in from Western Australia to visit for a few weeks. So cool! Friday night about a dozen of us are going out on a pub crawl— I’m making sure that I am doing the lion’s share of my homework in advance, that way all Saturday & Sunday I can recover from “wine & strange drugs” and prepare for Monday’s class and presentations (I am teaching a fifteen minute course on “How to Assess a Fracture in a Bird Wing” and using such cool visual/kinesthetic aids such as P. King Duck and some fill-in-the-blank handouts on the avian skeleton). It’s my first presentation for this course and I am the first student scheduled to present, so I am pretty excited.
Originally Ash & I had planned to go to Sydney for the weekend, but most of our friends are here, and it’s easier to not worry about driving & hotels and such when everything is central here. Sure, the pubs aren’t as fun, but we’ll have a great crowd and we’ll own the town. I even bought a cute new cardi, but I may not wear it—haven’t decided— this might be one of my last chances to wear my brown velvet halter top frock. I can’t wear a bra with it and sadly, the only bad part about 42 is that the gravity fairy came to visit this year. Boo hoo. (Or is that boob hoo?) Oh well, if that’s my worst problem then I’m lucky, and isn’t that why the gods invented stick-on bra cups?
Tonight after class I coloured my hair— went with a really dark brown with a vibrant red wash, and thus far it looks good. The curls are simply insane— I’ve cut off about eight inches and layered it so it is more manageable than my usual “mid-back” mane. I almost have a fringe (bangs for the Yanks) but they come down to my chin so that may not exactly count. Still, it’s the closest I’ve had to a fringe in twenty plus years.
I am gonna rush off now—I am having a glass of wine and am finishing up reading “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”—have to be up early to go grocery shopping & run errands— including looking at a potential new tattoo design and meeting the piercer to get the final estimate on my new piercings.
Oh yeah—gotta order my new DVD burner tin the morning too, must not forget!
By the way, how cool was that eclipse? Now let’s just watch for the quake(s) on the umbral/pnuembral zones. It’s tradition! Not that I want anyone hurt may the gods forbid, but it does seem to follow. Poseidon rarely resists shaking things up when the lights dictate.
Hope you are all well!
P.S.-- I've finally finished painting the Enochian Elemental tablets and am now about to start on the Tablet of Union. But before I do that, I want to get this 3D ToL model done. It's polymer clay and it's giving me the shits because I have to fire it in stages. So bloody tricky.... at least for me, the non-artist.
