“I've been meditating for years. It's gotten to the point where I can very easily meditate until my mind goes blank. But then the problem is, there is no one to blame.” ― Garry Shandling
I don't give a shit - I'll walk right in here butt naked, drunk, and frisky. Where's the jacuzzi?
I said Levity... not LasciviousWe are not at Troopers... nttiawwt.
The water is cool, for the fevered brow the the Althouse addicts in the throes of withdrawal. Bugs crawling on the skin, dirt under the nails, grasping the moist sod in teeth. Anything to forget the hours of pleasure in the Althouse salon of iniquity.
I'm just messing with you Bags.
Re: "Bugs crawling on the skin"Not Just Bugs: Baby Spiders.Regarding the "Althouse salon of iniquity": I have Theories. Theories as Accurate as My Last Posts on Her "Steamy Buns" Thread. I Saw the Future, Because That Is Where I am.
Muscles in spasm, teeth grinding, gut wrenching. The pain of exile from the salon of iniquity is all encompassing. The air chokes in the throat, smells of sulfur.Spiders in my ear.
Inside the Secret Compartment We All Wrestle the Tiger, and He Licks Our Ears to Clean Us. It is What the Tiger Does.
Re: "The pain of exile" -- This Implies a Desire to Return, Like Hippies Returning to Woodstock's Garden of Mud. Guitar Solo, Voice-over.
Exquisite pain, deep in my bowels, rumbles, gurgles. Bile in my mouth, bitter gall. The taste of exile, rejection from the salon. Longing for the cloying fumes of delirious debate, frenetic motion of fingers, clicking from one post to another. I am lost.
The Apocalypse of end times, not the movie, has it as the "gnashing of teeth" ... which we now know as the "brushing of teeth" after the FDA got done with their report titled To Fluoride or Not to Florida in the summer - that is the question.
Naked Bob Dylan Robot says:There is Eskimo Pain Deep in my Mid-Western Vowels, rumbles, gurgles: all the Pigeons Will Come to Me.
Re: "There is Eskimo Pain Deep in my Mid-Western Vowels, rumbles, gurgles: all the Pigeons Will Come to Me."Meade will read this Comment to Ann and Ann Will Sigh. It Could Have Been Hers.
Baby spiders lodged in my back molar. How did hey get there? Why didn't the mud keep them away?
Soft coos whispering in my ear, "exiled". Feathers grasped in my hand, but no pigeon. A taste of metal in my mouth, red liquid dripping on my bare skin.
In my lifeIve felt so self assuredBut suddenly it's all changedShes a cloudThat hangs above my worldAnd I find myself wondring in the rainAnd now I can't go onCause I am lostLiving inside myselfLiving inside this shellLiving outside her blogI am lostSomewhere inside my own dreamsAfraid of what life really meansLiving without your blogI need a guiding lightTo shine on my darkest daysI was young, and time was on my sideBut like a fool I let it slip awayAnd now those days are goneAnd I am lostLiving inside myselfLiving inside this shellLiving outside your blogI am lost
The Exile's Lament. We cry the song, our voices creaky with sorrow. Lem our physician. Heal us.
"Lascivious" is a word synonymous with lustful or lewd or unruly.You sweet talker. It would take years of therapy and probably drugs to bring me up to that level. It's so much easier going downhill.
To complement the gut rumbling and cloying fumes being experienced, along with throat choking air and smells of sulfur, the watery thing wending it's way through the photo Kneads Mor Hipos! Oh, and while you're at it ramp up the green a tad with something yellower than the olive stuff ChipA's been using for grass. Sprinkle liberally with butt naked baby spiders friskily para- sailing about with tiny parachutes to finalize pastoralization!
Baby spiders are for the birds.
One woman's refuse out the car window is another man's idea of making amends.
Aieeeee! Let us tear our hair from our heads and burn it in a peace offering to Althouse. Or will she demand a eye plucked from the socket, placed in a silver goblet, bobbing in the best of wines from the cellar.
"In the 11 previous recessions since the Great Depression, the economy recovered all jobs lost during the recession an average of 25 months after the recession began. But today, 67 months after the last recession began, the economy under President Obama still has not recovered all the jobs lost during the last recession, which officially ended four years ago. At this same point in President Reagan’s recovery, jobs had soared almost 10 percent higher than when the recession started, which meant a net increase of more than 10 million jobs.Moreover, all of the net new jobs created last month were part time! Full time jobs actually declined last month by 240,000. As Investor’s Business Daily reported in its Monday edition, “Year to date, only 130,000 full time jobs have been added to our economy. The rest of the jobs – 557,000 – have been part-time.” As a result, the Labor Department reported last Friday that the U-6 unemployment rate, which includes involuntary part-time workers, defined as “individuals working part time because their hours had been cut back or because they were unable to find a full-time job,” soared from 13.8 percent in May to 14.3 percent in June. That soaring unemployment represents not recovery but renewed recession."http://spectator.org/archives/2013/07/10/the-lawless-president
This is the 'Coffee Blues', I likes a certain brand Maxwell's House, it's good till the last drop Just like it says on the can, I used to have a girl Cookin' a good Maxwell House, she moved away Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland But I found her, I wanted her to cook me Some good Maxwell's House, you understand? If I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House Do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee
Whenever I see the phrase "gnashing of teeth" I'm forced to immediately think of David. When I met David I thought to myself, "How apt," he looked exactly like the statue of David, curly hair and everything. I knew by his accent he is Israeli so I answered, "Nice to meet you Dah-veed." He told me later his heart melted to hear his name spoken that way. He is twisted. Gnashes his teeth. Stayed over for a few days and inserted a rubber teeth guard to sleep and all night long it was squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek and I'm all, "What the heck?" He told me he was married and Arabs bombed his house and killed his wife and daughter. As a soldier his unit captured Arab fighters and had them contained. He told me his friend offered them water and they grabbed him killed him cut off his penis and put it in his mouth and David became enraged when he discovered his friend that way he opened fire and mowed down the entire group of them. And I began to think, Dahveed is a bit of a psycho. I did not know anything of politics.
And Lem went up to the mountain top and looked around for a tablet he was supposed to find on sale but was too scare to buy it because he hadn't checked the Althouse Amazon portal. The portal to the other side of the galaxy was waiting at the foot of the mountain. So he bowed never to come down from the mountain top, but then he noticed he didn't have the proper clothing for the approaching winter and it gets cold up the mountain top. How cold is it? I don't know how cold it its but take it from Climbers Digest it cold enough.But then he looked to his right and he found a farm animal with enough fat and enough skin for a winters coat to make Peta have a kanipshin and buy up all road side Billboards that could be seen all the way up the mountain top.
But you learned a little about how things are in the Middle East.
My profuse apologies, Lem, I cannot help myself, I hate myself sometimes, and this is one of those times, please accept my apologies and I willl take this down immediately, stomp on it, and throw it away and burn the trash bin and we needn't ever speak of this transgression again if you say so. Please forgive me, it's a mental disease I think.
But Lem, you could apply for an Amazon portal. And I have an Amazon portal. And when I want to buy something on Amazon, I could use your portal. And when you wanted to buy something on Amazon, you could use my portal and...Jeez Louise, I am worse than Titus with this comment!
Ayman Ibrahim. Spring Valley, CA.
Maybe you ought to change the name of the blog to "Everybody Comes To Lem's".Between you and EBL, I'm seeing most of the old (dare I say sane?) Althousians.
(1) That's a nice looking park you've got going there.(2) I need to use teh Bing and catch up on this baby spider meme. Wasn't that a Bowie album or something?
I'm going to give myself two marks out of four because I got the Bowie part right and the spider part right and because "Baby Spider Tour" would have been a better name, anyway.
That, and I'm a too-generous grader.
There aren't enough ways to say thank you. and light enough. lighter than light. a bearable light. Heh like that.You guys are the best. I hope we will be reunited in the big house soon.
Lascivious is related to Leviticus and Levity is trying to get a compromise or something. pushing envelopes.
Then again, maybe where we are right now is the big house?
I like how, before, Ann and Meade were all "we love you" and thanks for buying shit. But, now, it's fuck you and go build your own blog.They couldn't tell the truth (or even a credible lie) to save their lives.They got your money now - fuck off.
"Meade will read this Comment to Ann and Ann Will Sigh. It Could Have Been Hers."Vowels and bowels of angel hair And Eskimo Pie hassles in the airAnd pigeons pooping everywhereI've looked at blogs that wayBut now I'm simply paranoidThe spiders make me so annoyedThe many words I couldn't avoidBlogs got in my wayI've looked at blogs from both sides nowFrom front and back, from kòu and tóuIt's blogs' intrusions I recallI really don't like blogs at all
Now I would not tell a lie, comments action grand opening on the morrow! Round up the women and children, break out in song, drink mead, the drought is at long last over. Praise be!
By the waters of Babylon...Eh, I suppose it's an incentive to spread out. Maybe I'll try to revive the Professor's abandoned Wiki country histories project. Where did she let it drop?
"Yeah. Fuck off."Ahh, the glorious Kim Jong-Un Effect on full display.I wonder, as a landscaper, what gives Meade the credentials to be saying shit to anyone except regarding the placement of wood chips in his head?
Meade, think deeper. Try harder. You can grasp this. Wait, that's what the cunt you are married to says.
When I was in grade school we had music class once a week and Mr. Riley made us sing "The Windows of the World."I think it might have been an anti-Vietnam War song, or something along those lines.
I'm pretty sure one of the things that distinguishes us from the lower animals is we have the ability to pretend we're mentally ill.
Every now and then you come across a woman who is luscious.
Don Draper scrutinizes Sally, hard, at the very end.He's finally given her an answer to the question she asked many years ago. She deserved an answer way back when but there were reasons why it had to wait.Are we rich?From both sides now, indeed.
I think it was in Consider the Lobster by DWF that I first learned that lobsters experience the sensation of pain but they lack the part of the brain that causes them to know they are experiencing pain.When you boil them alive, they feel but they don't suffer.Good to know and I wish I were more like a lobster than I am at present.
I laugh at your little scrunched up faces! Lalalalala.
I believe lobsters are masochists. It's what we call a win - win situation.
I laugh at your little scrunched up faces!
Darcy - like your photo.I was going to say that a few days ago but, you know,..
FWIW, since this is free form, Big Sis is stepping down.Wonder if she's the object of the next scandal?
Holy hell... I was a lurker at Althouse so y'all wouldn't know me from Adam - or Titus or Garage or Inga or Ritmo or Andy the hatboy... Say, whatever happened to him? And Mick? Anyhoo - nice to see many of the gang congregating here. Like a high school reunion. Or something...heh. Keep calm and carry on.
I just discovered the other day that all my ash trees are dying due to emerald ash borers. And I didn't even know they were ash trees until I noticed they were dying and tried to figure out why.Bummer
I can't imagine why the Professor wouldn't want some of you people around. It must be something wrong with her.
...saying shit to anyone...Well, shit is a fertilizer.
Some ash trees are considered 'junk' trees. Fast growers so builders use them in their 'throw-in' landscaping. They look good real quick, but they have a horrible root system - very invasive, above the ground, just ick... And they tend to be brittle so a wind storm comes up, they'll split big branches right off. Arizona Ash is a trash tree. So, if you have a trash ash, maybe not such a bummer? However, if you have one of the nicer ashes, bummer.
Hi ya, Sixty!Thank you very much, Crack. I was trying to make a goofy face but it turns out that's a common expression for me so I kept it. We'll call it "goofy resting face". ;)
I have 2.5 acres, mostly wooded. The ash were not planted, they grew on their own. They won't leave a noticeable hole in the landscaping. But it is still sad. My understanding is that by the time the emerald ash borer is done, there will be no ash left in much of the country. And it probably won't take that long.
Emerald Ash Borers are now one county north of where I live. Perhaps I have turned my last big ash bowl.
Sorry to hear about your wooded acres. I live in a suburb and Arizona Ashes were planted pretty much in front of every house.They've done damage in this environment, but as trees set within your setting, I wouldn't wish their demise.Sad they may go the way of the elm - and it would be a pity if you couldn't turn another ash bowl, Sixty.
Question Lem... Is it, Lem *is* learning levity as in, Lem is learning to lighten-up, have fun, enjoying and getting a kick out of the open thread by doing this?Or is it, Lem is trying (posessive Lem) to teach those in the open thread how to lighten-up, have fun, and enjoy and get a kick out of the open thread?And I am not trying to be a smart-ass. Really just curious.
Are we real, or are we Memorex?
Some unpalatable and intemperate language there, Sixty Grit. And a bit too personal and churlish even by Wild West Internet standards. I don't see the point of it. - Krumhorn
Hey Lem! I like the new place. Or maybe it's your old place. I've never been here before.
Hey Lem, hey everybody! I started a new blog, too. I don't think there's any way I (or anybody) can replicate what Althouse accomplished. But I'm giving it a shot! On my blog I plan to focus on nine topics:ReligionSexArtPoliticsLawMusicCinemaFunJournalismWe'll see if I can pull it off!
Take care sweet cheeks, Sixty Grit shot his last three wives dead, dead, dead.
I work at GadLight. Look me up there, I'll give you a tour.
Sweet Jeebus, I go to get my hair cut and all Hell breaks loose. No way I'm catching up on all these comments. Looks like you've been launched, Lem!
Yeah, I've got to clean the kitchen and clean my daughter when she wakes up. I can't even get to Althouse today, much less all this other stuff, much less Trooper's blog, much less all the other blogs getting launched. But I want to say that commenting is very different than blogging, and what works in comments may fail as a blog. We'll see.
Up until now, Lem, being most similar to earth and water, has largely been governed by gravity. He is now trying to branch out and become more like air and fire. Thus, the need to learn levity.
And I am not trying to be a smart-ass. It just comes naturally.
So this is where the party is now. Hi gang!The current turn of the cards reminds me of my prescience. As I commented to Ritmo late in the July 4th thread:There's a range to sociopathy. It can include adoring crowds. And if you don't think Althouse couldn't kill off this blog in an eyeblink, I've given you too much credit.My "garden-variety sociopath" theory of Althouse isn't a bad fit.
I ain't afraid o' Mr. Grit.
Conspiracy theories, eh Ritmo?
I doubt Althouse will miss comments much, but she will miss the ranking of her blog after it starts tanking in the face of lost traffic.Monitor here: http://www.alexa.com/siteinfo/althouse.blogspot.com
Just make sure you use a good anti-virus program.
That Meade is one witty guy.
*Foghorn Leghorn voice* Ah demahnd, I say I demahnd that Creeley start a blog.
Come on, Creeley, sociopath is over the top. Neurotic narcissism, maybe.
That says a lot coming from Don Rickles.
deborah: Maybe. That's what Ritmo was saying. However, as I replied, there is a range to sociopaths. They're not all serial killers and CEOs. According to "The Sociopath Next Door" about 4% of the population are sociopaths who just manipulate and make the rest of us miserable in more pedestrian ways.Althouse manages that much. Anyone who constantly exults in her "cruel neutrality" has a more serious problem than narcissism.
deborah: I'm touched! And I love Foghorn Leghorn as well.I've hosted blogs and communities before there were blogs. However, I'd like to see one alt-Althouse blog, not several, and not another one.I'd like to see Lem, icepick, Chip, St. Croix et al. consolidate into one cozy cafe.
Serial killers and CEOs, lol. I recently skimmed a book, In Sheep's Clothing. It talked of the various brands of narcissism, and pooh-poohs the idea that they are compensating for feelings of inadequacy. That is, they want what they want, and feel no compunction for gaining it at any cost (depending on the degree of neuroticism, I guess).
I had a similar idea; a group blog. Maybe taking turns by day of the week...or month.
Hey, who was the commenter who identified Inga by her last name?
The DSM categories are pretty vague. They've done studies that show psychiatrists don't agree on diagnoses much above chance. So narcissists and sociopaths are probably not as distinct as one would expect.But yeah, these people are not compensating for inadequacy. They want what they want and they are not too particular about how they get what they want.Academia is a great place for sociopaths.
I think she misses the comments very much indeed. To the point of experiencing withdrawal.
I'm the bald paunchy guy, hey what can I say? Check out my Facebook page, pictures of my family and dog! All welcome.
I should've never engaged in stalking, I've learned my lesson. What I've done in the past is now being done to me. I apologize to any of my victims.
I'll even let you shoot at my big ugly double chinned mug at target practice. See I'm a good guy after all.
Life is funny how things go round and round. One just needs to be patient and wait and things just fall into your lap.
How does it feel not being anonymous anymore? So much information out there on the Internet as you told me. People who stalk others should be careful because it could happen to them. Their victims may learn some of their tricks, ah turnabout is fair play. But no worries, I'm not a psycho unlike Ayman Ibrahim, aka Methadras, was. Where were you born Ayman? Some Mideastern country, not that it matters in the least. Of course you are a naturalized citizen and a patriotic American. You didn't give your victims such consideration though, did you?
Creeley, I especially like your comments about music, but I think this sociopath business is absurd.
Ok, now I know where to go for my daily dose of crazy comments. I am glad it has not disappeared altogether.
Freeman, any particular reason or is this just a strong feeling?I've known sociopaths. She reminds me of them. She fits a fair amount of the profile I read in the Sociopath book.In our last exchange, you were, to a point, defending Althouse, holding out that she was trying to inspire men to their divine spark.To me, styling abuse as inspiration put Althouse at least into con artist/cult leader territory, if not sociopathy.I asked you then, would you put up with a man conning you like that.
"To me, styling abuse as inspiration put Althouse at least into con artist/cult leader territory, if not sociopathy."I think "abuse" is a misreading. A lot of tone can be lost in text. I've been reading Althouse for almost ten years now, and I thought the comedic hyperbole was obvious. Anyone who thinks she suddenly had a textual fit of screaming rage has been reading someone else.Basically I think everyone who is mad about this didn't connect with the tone she intended.
My oh my. Methadras, aka Ayman Ibrahim has been a very busy boy, deleting pictures of Althouse commenters he collected, deleting comments in which he posted real names of commenters, several times. Many of his comments in Althouse archives are disappearing one by one.But we all know nothing really disappears, don't we? I do believe that soon Ayman Ibrahim's footprint as Methadras will dissapear. Funny, the dissaperaing man, who reveled in bullying, now running like the coward we always knew he was.
Well, then we are left with Althouse being stupid and I don't think she is stupid.If she intended comedy, she must have noticed that her writing wasn't going over as comedy and she would have adjusted her approach so that her writing would be perceived as she intended.But she didn't. In fact she doubled down. Then she repeated the performance a few days later. Then she abruptly closed down her blog comments. Why if it was just comedy?There is something wrong here. Maybe she's not a sociopath, but she is certainly not a misunderstood victim.
Methinks he treasures his own and his families' anonymity much more than he cared about mine and my families'. There is the mark of an immoral human being.
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