Sunday, December 23, 2012
Ah, there's nothing like the holidays to make one philosophical regarding the nature of religion. The chill of the Winter's Night while the penitent walks barefooted on the abbey stones (Abbey Stones! That's my FAVOURITE album by The Rolling Merseys). I personally love the long nights. But then I am part vampire. Buried in unconsecrated ground, night time has ALWAYS been the right time for me. Contemplative. Away from the daylight madness of money minded men. So it seems this time of year brings all faiths together in a cacophony of conflicted goodwill. All, I think, originally based on a fear of the dark and cold.
The Pagan Winter Solstice is flooded with an intense display of Christmas Lights, mostly on tract houses. G.E. loves the month of December. I believe a person can be extremely religious without being a fanatic. A fanatic at best. A fraud at worst. Televangelists fall into this group. Benny Un-Hinnged and Paul Couch Potato Head. Why these folks haven't been driven into the sea off Costa Mesa is beyond me, except for the obvious...they have SO MUCH MONEY given by YOU, DEAR SAINTS! We are buying our way into Heaven, which is NOW dear saints, not later. Later Heaven is for YOU, our patrons. Now Heaven is for us. Like my watch? My clothes? Keep calling, keep pledging. We need that satellite station over Ghana. Heaven on Earth for Us now. Heaven in Heaven for You later. 40 phone lines available.
My hair is longer today than probably anytime in my follicle filled life. People who see me ask how long am I going to let it grow. Replies include that it is for job reasons. I am moonlighting to play Jesus in your front lawn manger. "But the Christ Child is just a baby," most reply. Well, not in my version. Like Scorsese, my Messiah avoids crucifixion, marries late in life after wild bachelor adventures, follows the Northern Star, moves to suburbia, gets out of public life. Keeps miracles minor, or at least low key. Doesn't get out as much. Too old for strenuous exercise.
Misses the Philistine Hurling. Fifty yards from the Temple. Pity. Back and hernia problems. Otherwise, there would be less televangelists.
Fed up to here with the disciples. Always re-writing gospels to give themselves a bigger part in the story. It's hard to have friends when you are the Light. Attracts moths, makes one threadbare. Should have Googled Judas before letting him sell my ideas. And PETER! Quit with the re-invention. Enough with this I PAID ALL THE RENT crap. Who had his own place and invited the poor pilgrim kicked out by his parents to share the living room sofa? GET REAL. Stop being the Pope. There's a reason why some are left on the Road to Calvary. Real memory. It's like working with Replicants. Jeez! Cheese Louise! No wonder HE gave up the ministry.
Jesus has left the building. That's why the Account Executives and General Managers he has working in "His Name" are so oily. No quality filters. If you've failed at every profession, preaching is always available. Why do so many people in prison find this as an option? Or else Law. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.
But enough sarcasm. Let us consider the positive aspects of the cloistered life. As I said, I do cherish the contemplative channels of the clerics. Shall we retire to the library? Alexandrian, Vatican or the one Casanova cared for in later years. It doesn't matter. These are all places of worship. I think I miss book stores more than Sunday school.
Well, when the annointing is more the annoying...don't lose Faith, Dear Saints. Also don't lose your sense of Touch. And For God's Sake, don't lose your sense of Humour. Remember the Motto: Jehovah's Wit, This Is. Constant Occupation: Jester to the Divine. The Gods may be two-faced. But my favourite mask is comedy.
A Smile and a Song to you all. Best Wishes for this Time of the Season! And now, on to the next bit :)
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Mallardlapelaphobia: Fear of ducks wearing double breasted suits.
Droopatoupaphobia: Fear of going impotent while wearing a hair piece.
Gustav Flaubert's original erotic manuscript: Madame Ovaries.
Jim Varney as Oscar Wilde: The Importance of Being Ernest.
Favourite Cocktail at the Ballets Russes: A Nijinsky and tonic.
Books on Audio: Das Kapital read by Gary Sinise.
Midgeafridgeaphobia: Fear of a member of Ultravox living in your freezer.
Bankawankaphobia: Fear of self-pleasuring in a savings institution.
General Franco, Jesus Franco, James Franco, Franco Nero and Franco American spaghetti have little in common.
Ray Bradbury's rejected ad campaign for FTD Floral Delivery: Something Wilted This Way Comes.
Hugo Weaving, so now Minnie Driver.
The father of Italian/Chinese opera was Puccini Chin Chin. His most famous work, La Testicala, was a ball. Noted for The Broom Sequence in Act II. His widow prevented his family and children from inheriting royalties from his works. "Not by the Heirs of my Puccini Chin Chin," she exclaimed in a Milanese court. A scandal at the time.
Actor Robert Preston used to play the ukulele during his Army days on Armed Forces Radio. He was introduced as "Sargeant Preston of the Uke on..."
Dwarfamorphawharfaphobia: Fear of midgets suddenly appearing at the end of a pier.
Scubatubaphobia: Fear of submerged brass bands.
Freudian Slips: Definition of Bi-polar...Sleeping with the Eskimo Wife AND the Eskimo husband.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
My pet doctor scared me when he diagnosed surgery for my lizard. He told me I needed a reptile operation.
In Prague, the most popular breakfast cereal is Rice Czechs.
Christopher Lee as Dracula sings MacArthur Park: "Someone left the cape out in the rain."
Sir Michael's favourite game is Back Gambon.
EMO Music for the Elderly: Belle and Sebastian Cabot.
EMO Music for the Elderly: Belle and Sebastian Cabot.
Rip Torn while John Hurt.
Peter Greenaway's Aborted Medical Film: Alcohol Damage...The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Liver.
Peter Greenaway's Aborted Medical Film: Eye Surgery...The Draughtsman's Contacts.
In 1984, Big Brother smoked Winstons. Lawrence of Arabia smoked Camels. Mrs. Santa Claus smoked Virginia Slims. The Witchfinder General smoked Salems. The Prime Minister smoked Parliament. Luciano smoked Luckys. Two Stooges, Larry and Moe smoked L & Ms. The Duke smoked Marlboros. The Lord smoked Chesterfields. New England fishermen smoked salmon.
Chinese bear trainers are often seen begging for money. Many of them are panda handlers.
Updated Product Placement: ChITI ChITI BANgK BANgK.
Federico Fellini's cheesiest movie: La Dolce Velveeta.
Italy's Biggest Adult Female Star: VaGina Lollobrigida.
The most relaxed Producer in Hollywood was Darryl F. Xanax.
Pygmalion in China by George Bernard Rickshaw.
Studies show that people who work in bus or train stations have a higher risk for illness. I think it's terminal.
Sherlock Holmes had a secret fetish and revealed it whenever he shouted, "The game's afoot!" If physically excited, in inner circles, this was referred to as having a "Rathboner."