Stupid Is…

The Problem [right} and the New Choice [left].

The Problem [right} and the New Choice [left].

Right. Stupid is choosing a very hard to find colour in pencils, and compounding that stupidity by choosing a pencil out of gift set, which means no identifiers on the pencil. No number, no colour name. Now, before I got absurdly attached to this colour, I could have engaged my brain for a moment, and focused on the fact that I have a very large piece to do, and only one pencil. This should have called for patience enough to see if I could at least find a colour match. Did I do this? Oh no. Just started drawing, and it wasn’t until my pencil was diminishing at a rapid rate that I realised I was in trouble. Then I started looking for a colour match. Couldn’t find one. The Prismacolour Pourpre Foncé was in the range of my original pick, so I went with it, and bought two pencils. I’ll probably buy another one next week, just in bloody case.

I tried to make it work on the piece, but it just didn’t come together, so I got to start all over again. If, like me, you tend to get abnormally attached to a certain colour, get as many as you can, it will save you much aggravation in the long run.

Starting Over. Bad Flash Photography.

Starting Over. Bad Flash Photography.

A Weather Warrior Staff and Authority Over…Nothing.

Self-styled prophetess Kat Kerr has a special staff for controlling the weather. And the authority, from her buddy Jesus. Unfortunately, they both seem to wandering about with very limp authority.

On Memorial Day, Alberto was heading toward the southern United States and Kerr used her “weather warrior staff” to declare that the storm would dissipate and not cause any flooding, damage, or deaths.

“I, as a believer of Jesus Christ, I take authority over that storm,” Kerry declared. “I say to you storm, ‘You will diminish.’”

There has been many a time when I’ve rested my cheek on a window and yelled at the universe over the 3rd bloody blizzard in a month, and it’s never done a bit of good. Maybe I need a special weather warrior staff. I suppose a ridiculously skimpy costume might be needed too.

“You are going to hear reports of it being downgraded because it has to obey us,” she guaranteed. […] “You will not do destruction to your country,” Kerr told the storm. “You will not bring flooding rains. We command the rain to cease.”

Unfortunately, this authority business didn’t work at all. [one, two, three.] Good thing I didn’t spend money on that weather warrior staff. Well, that disobedient Storm Alberto didn’t deter Kat from giving it another go, this time with a volcano.

Kerr also commanded the volcano that has been erupting on Hawaii’s largest island for over a month now to stop flowing.

“We have authority over volcanoes,” she said. “We can even tell them to stop. Christ stopped the storm. So while we’re taking power and authority over the devil controlling that volcano—people are going to be laughing about this, I totally ignore them. Just ignore them. They don’t know what they’re saying and they don’t even know what’s going on. They don’t understand spirit realm authority. They don’t understand that Jesus made us joint heirs, but I do.”

You might understand spirit realm authority, Ms. Kerr, but as all its properties amount to nothing, zip, zilch, nada, who gives a fuck? You can shake your stick all you like, but it’s not going to an effect on a volcano.

“So I take authority over that volcano,” Kerr declared. “I command it to cease exploding, shooting out the lava, that the pressure be released but without any destruction to people. I command that lava, you will stop flowing and you will crystallize before you touch any more people or their property.”

Crystallize? You looking for a nice staff topper or something? Oh, maybe that’s your problem – there’s no knob on the end! Oh wait, you have to be a wizard for that one. Tsk.  It seems the volcano isn’t interested in hearing you out, Kat. Perhaps if you put on a skimpy outfit a la Storm, slap a crystal on that staff, and stand on the rim…hey, it might work!

RWW has the full story, and another video.

Dance Of Death: King and Queen.

Click for full size. I like the way Death addresses them as Mr. King and Mrs. Queen.

Todt zum König:
Herr König Ewr G’walt hat ein End,
Ich führ euch hie bey meiner Hend,
An diesen dürren Brüder-Tantz,
Da gibt man euch deß Todes-Krantz.

Death to The king:
Mr. King, your power has an end,
I lead you here by my hand
to this dance with dry brothers.
There they’ll give you the death-garland.

Der König:
Ich hab gewaltiglich gelebt,
Und in hohen Ehren geschwebt:
Nun bin ich in deß Todtes Banden,
Verstricket sehr in seinen Handen.

The king:
I have lived powerfully
and hovered in high honour.
Now I’m in Death’s bond,
caught in his hands.

Todt zur Königin:
Fraw Königin Euwr Frewd ist auß,
Springen mit mir ins Todten-Hauß,
Euch hilfft kein Schöne, Gold noch Gelt,
Ich spring mit euch in jene Welt.

Death to The Queen:
Mrs. Queen, your joy has ended,
dance with me into the death-house.
Neither beauty, gold nor money will help you.
I’m dancing with you into the next world.

Die Königin:
O Weh vnd Ach, O weh vnd jmmer,
Wo ist jetzund mein Frawenzimmer,
Mit denen ich hatt Frewden viel:
O Todt thu g’mach, mit mir nicht eyl.

The queen:
Oh woe and alas, oh woe for ever.
Where is now my band of maids
with whom I had many pleasures?
Oh Death, take it easy, don’t hurry with me.

The Healing Arts: Macassar Oil, An oily Puff for Soft Heads.

This is the oil which birthed Antimacassars. My great-grandmothers and grandmother had antimacassars on everything. Click for full size!

Macassar Oil, An oily Puff for Soft Heads. Thomas Rowlandson, Etching coloured, 1814. Subject: Macassar Oil, Rowland's Oil,Alexander Rowland,baldness,hair Tonic, Hair Oil,Proprietary Medicines.

Macassar Oil, An oily Puff for Soft Heads. Thomas Rowlandson, Etching coloured, 1814. Subject: Macassar Oil, Rowland’s Oil,Alexander Rowland,baldness,hair Tonic, Hair Oil,Proprietary Medicines.