Blue Saturday

good stuff

it's always Blue Saturday, just that Blue has a lot of different moods in it

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:The_Blues_Moods_of_Spain_cover.jpg

or even

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQtuh1Q_luQ/TLpyN9UaczI/AAAAAAAAEyY/4iie_dskPRI/s1600/Spain+-+The+Blue+Moods+Of+Spain+-.jpg

was contemplating changing the title to Blue Slatternday

that would be a siren call to me.

ah well in that case

i believe in fair warnings.

Blues at a day

w8 I fucked that up

Blues at ur day clearly

Blue saturnday, in which the noted planet could be coloured blue (lights? Paint? Digital trickery? Mass delusion? Work on this later) as a marketing measure covering brands as diverse as brmingham city, everton, coventry city and the popular velvet market by david lynch

not having the Brummie Bashers in this thread thankuverymuch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cb9Zjz28-fg&list=PL8C2DF1AC388990DB

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSjA3xzHUKE

Suddenly, however, he was horrified at hearing the most dreadful screams, evidently the result of great terror, proceeding from the direction in which his son had gone, and he hastily threw down his tools and ran to see what had happened. Tracing his path by the sound, he met the little boy, who was running headlong, and was evidently terribly frightened, and on questioning him the man elicited that after picking a posy of flowers he felt tired, and lay down on the grass and fell asleep. He was suddenly awakened, as he stated, by a peculiar noise, a sort of singing he called it, and on peeping through the branches he saw Helen V. playing on the grass with a "strange naked man," who he seemed unable to describe more fully. He said he felt dreadfully frightened and ran away crying for his father. Joseph W. proceeded in the direction indicated by his son, and found Helen V. sitting on the grass in the middle of a glade or open space left by charcoal burners. He angrily charged her with frightening his little boy, but she entirely denied the accusation and laughed at the child's story of a "strange man," to which he himself did not attach much credence. Joseph W. came to the conclusion that the boy had woke up with a sudden fright, as children sometimes do, but Trevor persisted in his story, and continued in such evident distress that at last his father took him home, hoping that his mother would be able to soothe him. For many weeks, however, the boy gave his parents much anxiety; he became nervous and strange in his manner, refusing to leave the cottage by himself, and constantly alarming the household by waking in the night with cries of "The man in the wood! father! father!"

Two men disguised as Wild Men, the one in brushwood and moss, the other in straw, were led about the streets, and at last taken to the market-place, where they were chased up and down, shot and stabbed. Before falling they reeled about with strange gestures and spirted blood on the people from bladders which they carried. When they were down, the huntsmen placed them on boards and carried them to the alehouse, the miners marching beside them and winding blasts on their mining tools as if they had taken a noble head of game.

Happy Birthday!

thank you :)

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

http://www.ctb.ne.jp/~noodle/img/noodle_l_birthday.jpg

happy birthday to you, nv.

thank you, sorry about the failed thread title change

it's okay, i appreciated the effort, i forged ahead and had a blue slatternday anyway.

"a"

may the sprites of winter bear thee to thy mirth, nv

Happy birthday!

happy bday noodly wave

Happy Birthday, Noodles. I think you're swell.

thanks everybody :D

just pondering how i can have such a shitty shambolic life and still be such a great learning mentor, but maybe i'll work that out one day

it's a good thing by the way. i feel composed and ever so slightly optimistic today, all things being equal

tiocfaidh ár breithlá

I echo what Darragh said.

Hope you have had a lovely day.

glad tidings to you on your day of birth, noodie!! <3

HB and yeah have a great day!

happy birthday!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0yT1_zMBwk

For many an hour I strayed through the maze of the forest, turning now to right and now to left, pacing slowly down long alleys of undergrowth, shadowy and chill, even under the midday sun, and halting beneath great oaks; lying on the short turf of a clearing where the faint sweet scent of wild roses came to me on the wind and mixed with the heavy perfume of the elder, whose mingled odour is like the odour of the room of the dead, a vapour of incense and corruption.

we live in a less odoriferous world don't we? maybe when there's nothing left to smell then history will really be over

Posted manys the pic of that world iirc, tho with added salt.

yeah the nature side of that world exists for sure in a bunch of places, I was thinking of the metaphors Machen uses there - "a vapour of incense and corruption", i don't know how much that calls to my memory so much as my imagination

tho i can remember smells associated with my grandparents' homes. what i remember from my own childhood home was you could tell if a stranger - usually the TV repairman tbh - had been in because it smelt a bit like smoke and outsiderness

i've been reading a lot about letting go - the need for it, how to do it. a lot of Buddhist-ish pieces. some unhelpful lists. a lot of unhelpful tbh.

i know i shd've started to let go. i know i shd let go. i might've started to. i don't really want to. i probably need to. probably. no, i know i need to.

letting go is like not being depressed. all you have to do is think about something else. divert yourself. forget what you care about. i'm getting good at half of this game. i turn up to work and most days i do a lot of stuff. i got a routine. i am useful.

the letting go i'm not so good at yet. 2 fucking years, that's not good, i shd've made a start by now. if i wasn't such a recidivist, or a navel-gazer, or a stone. i read all the right words about how to place things in a context and accept them for what they were. i think i know the difference between my curdled regrets and reality.

if i'd've cared half this much towards the end then maybe the end would never have happened.

so shamefully i wonder why it's getting worse, why i want it to be worse, why the dreams get more frequent, why the simple fact of buying a christmas present sets me reeling like 16 year-old idiot crush boy me. why i keep wondering what you're doing now and how you managed to cut me out so well.

last week i told myself i was marching forward into the possible like Kung Fu. this week i'm chasing every transparent hope like floaters in the corner of my eye knowing they're not really there but. and by typing out these shadowy feelings i get to pin them down, and watch them stop wriggling, and watch them die. a little.

lol i need to dig out some Lacan and take a cold look at myself

or better yet shut up and do my bloody nvq, i really can't get in the headspace for that. just realised i can't write nvq without writing nv oh the ironing

thread titles that are already admissions of defeat

i want to say so many things but they all sound corny

but I don't think that you would be you if you were already over it and moved on. y'know. you can only do as much as you will allow yourself to, and I think it's slow going because you need it that way, maybe you're not ready to let go completely yet. it's not wrong to feel that way. it fucks things up royally sure, but as long as you keep trying, even when you slip, eventually you'll find some peace.

<3

I want to too! Mostly though I would like to give Jim a very big hug.

Read earlier and didnt think anything to say would help, but yknow. luck.

if i'd've cared half this much towards the end then maybe the end would never have happened.

terrible & destructive thought & i urge you slay it with the knowledge that you cared as much as you did for good reasons

otm

Sr vague do you like it when ppl tell you keep your pecker up

Cause I do, it is my favourite iteration of such advice. Pecker. Excellent.

Has your pecker ever been photographed?

^^^originator of 'because of the wang'

wait wait

keep your pecker up is a saying?