Blue Saturday

God put marks of displeasure on Adam. 1. His habitation is cursed. God gave the earth to the children of men, to be a comfortable dwelling; but it is now cursed for man's sin. Yet Adam is not himself cursed, as the serpent was, but only the ground for his sake. 2. His employments and enjoyments are imbittered to him. Labour is our duty, which we must faithfully perform; it is part of man's sentence, which idleness daringly defies. Uneasiness and weariness with labour are our just punishment, which we must patiently submit to, since they are less than our iniquity deserves. Man's food shall become unpleasant to him. Yet man is not sentenced to eat dust as the serpent, only to eat the herb of the field. 3. His life also is but short; considering how full of trouble his days are, it is in favour to him that they are few. Yet death being dreadful to nature, even when life is unpleasant, that concludes the punishment. Sin brought death into the world: if Adam had not sinned, he had not died.

This information is for those who inherit the New Age.

sometimes my brain deserts out and i have no idea what to read or what to think about or what to do

http://teachmetarot.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/pcurx.jpg

There are also letters of his to Cicero, as well as to his intimates on private affairs, and in the latter, if he had anything confidential to say, he wrote it in cipher, that is, by so changing the order of the letters of the alphabet, that not a word could be made out. If anyone wishes to decipher these, and get at their meaning, he must substitute the fourth letter of the alphabet, namely D, for A, and so with the others.

worst. cryptography. ever.

sorry for brag but i've just had the best person for hanging out in pyjamas snarking at TV arrive, and me and her are gonna go and buy naughty food for the night now

:D

― nostalgie de couilles (Noodle Vague), Friday, May 2, 2014 1:35 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Is it my favorite monster???

― Orson Wellies (in orbit), Friday, May 2, 2014 1:37 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

yeah!!!!

haven't seen her since Easter. we have kebabs and burgers now. have the best weekends you can possibly have everybody x x x

― nostalgie de couilles (Noodle Vague), Friday, May 2, 2014 2:10 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Only saw this now but oh how adorable that whole exchange was. :)

Hannah: There's a meeting for parents at school to talk about sex
Me: It's probably asking permission to do sex education with you, cos it's a Catholic school.
Han: No it's definitely about sex
Me: I think you must be wrong because by definition it's too late to tell us parents about it
Han: (giggling I'm laughing because I get it

at middle school once we were asked to compose a code and so I took my cue from The Lord of the Rings (on which I was v keen) and chose a rhyme of some sort to stand as a key. only those who knew the rhyme could decode.

I won (it was possibile ti work out everyone else's) and then had to explain to everyone what the solution was. i explained and people, including the teacher, were v angry indeed. she said "I don't know how anyone was supposed to get that" and (this was when we were just starting to swear) someone called me (correctly really) "a bloody wanker".

I remember being v high & mighty about it. it's a fucking code! I still feel this from time to time.

xpost and :)

hahahaha awwww Hannah

also this week she told me her life had no meaning if she couldn't do musical theatre :/

(xps)
That reminds me of the Polish proverb "Don't teach your father how to make children".

http://www.managers.org.uk/sites/default/files/u165/PM-2014.jpg

Consider, is there not in the best of you a body of death?

The ad targets the Easter DIY-crowd and features frumpy-looking people bursting out of their clothes and into dynamic work gear, as a voiceover challenges people to "unleash the B&Q in you". The soundtrack to the ad is Snap's 'I've Got The Power'.

The work was created by Jane Briers and Dave Cornmell. It was directed by Olly Williams through HSI and MEC handled the media planning and buying.

Ross Neil, a creative director at WCRS, said: "Nobody wants to been seen as someone with a moping, can't do attitude. Everyone wants to be seen as a can do person, someone with a little B&Q in them. Someone who can get on and do the job.

"With the help of Olly [the director] we've managed to bring this to life in an extraordinary way.

Nobody wants to been seen as someone with a moping, can't do attitude.

can i just

stfu the ross neil brigade.

My moping, can't-do attitude would've saved this country billions fyi

idiot baby-bottle voice at the base of my skull: "you know what would make this big comfortable bed of weepy sadness complete? a nice long pub crawl"

quiet, you

another 12 hour shift ahoy. still sober

Joel was telling Han about the Yellowstone supervolcano on Saturday, and she started crying because she got the fear when he said everybody was gonna die, and i had to hug her thru it and i recognised the fear right there, and it came back to me last night and i lost my shit, but i hope it was a passing cloud for her, kids getting older and getting further away, me left to crazy catless lonerdome, decayed old weirdo

12 hours with my game face on, consummate pro

http://www.china-history.net/images/song_painting2.jpg

only a northern song

http://www.npm.gov.tw/exh99/southernsong/images/img_04_7.jpg

Will H. Hays is burning in hell

sometimes a fragment of childhood snags in your memory and crystallizes a whole sense of the past around it, the strangest of spaces. why is it so profoundly sad, this usually mundane bit of suburban summertime that grips my chest as it fills my head, pain of something lost. lost from inside me or lost from the world? or both?

and if it's all within what could possibly be the use of the wiring that regrets the loss of time passed?

man

it's fascinating, as you get older, those layers of nostalgia playing over each other. loss of childhood, then the slow erosion of yr children's childhood...it's one of those bitternesses that becomes an adult taste, like (wins?) described elsewhere. they play off each other - the space before i was born, the space i grew up in, the space i could still have future plans in. and the ready availability of old stuff on the web plays its part too, smooshing everything up, expanding nostalgia on a global scale

going without food as long as poss today so i can try and work out what the experience of hunger is like - been lazy lately and kind of sick of crap lazy food, kinda alienated from the experience of food

i dunno, just stuff...okay my stomach is growling but it's hard to pin down where the sensation of hunger sits: your head or your guts? certainly there's a bit of me that wants to go grab food but i can't think of anything easily accessible that wd feel pleasurable to eat and i feel like this brain hunger isn't imperative, yet...i feel like i'll end up eating out of some unconscious relaxation of the will rather than cos my body drives me to it. soon as i get out of work i'll get food of some sort but i can't place it as desire just yet

realize this is an experience only open to people with easy access to easy calories. such vague.

bit of sunshine def reduces the need to engage with physicality. think Camus said some stuff about the disconnected dreaminess of North African climate. some stuff other than the disconnected dreaminess of shooting a stranger, obv.

lol stuffing hungry face right now

so much everything, but so little

could construct a list of all the things i can't be bothered to do but i can't be bothered.

tired of the sound of my own thoughts again maybe, or grinding my teeth on judging other people's judging

a thin quivering line between enlightenment and oblivion

it is like a piece
of hair flying in the vastness of space

.. then the slow erosion of yr children's childhood...
― Tributes as popular Lichfield cat dies (Noodle Vague), Friday, 16 May 2014 09:04 (5 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalin

Feeling this. Our kids are similar age, I think. So many hopes for their future tempered by the realisation that that is their future and from here on in I play an ever-diminishing role.

i got a horrible fear last night, classic 1 in the morning horrors, i wanted all the time back, i knew it was all gone, i knew in some way those children are gone

of course their replacements are great but

i don't know whether the pictures haunt me more than console me, they feel so distant at that time of night

i miss them so much and i wonder if i don't feel that even when i have them close

crying in the office nagl

there's a guy who sits opposite from me who seems to be suffering from catastrophic depression. my manager has been trying to get him retired for months. jokes are made behind his back. he's my dark other. every day i feel like i want to say something to him but i got nothing and his dislocation is granite and inviolable

Had a bad time at the weekend, thought I'd lost my work keys, went mental for a bit, then went into work and found them still in my locker where I'd left them a few days ago. Was relieved but just felt like a ridiculous human being who should be able to function properly but apparently not. At least no one will ever know..,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZNWnnkOduw

contemplating a Pepe Kalle thread

hi noodle :)

hi E :)

there's a guy who sits opposite from me who seems to be suffering from catastrophic depression. my manager has been trying to get him retired for months. jokes are made behind his back. he's my dark other. every day i feel like i want to say something to him but i got nothing and his dislocation is granite and inviolable

im p sure we have a guy like this. all his staff have been taken away. he shambles, lost, dresses well but unkemptly, i'd imagine clothes bought for him by someone else that he doesn't know how to keep, hair growing longer and he unshaven, i've shared an admittedly large room with him for three months and have yet to see him speak to or another soul speak to him. i don't think my attempting it would be welcome. he looks permanently dully horrified, like he's seen destruction and it's hit his brain but not his face yet. but granite and inviolable, yeah.

feel like when they joke about him around me there's a vibe of "but you're not like that any more!" and i don't totally welcome it

but that's probly my own solipsism and really some people just don't give a fuck

nobody jokes about this guy.

is that solipsism

they are separate btw

"they"?

those two lines

it was not a gnomic utterance

ach i get ya. probly not quite solipsism but close enough - forgetting there are all these other agendas in the world that aren't mine

course there are still probly jobs were a person can sit around going steadily catatonic for many years

and the pension after it, god bless us all

i don't know about youse guys but i expect pensionable age to keep running on ahead of me until the floods come up tbh