During MonsterHearts 2024 I came up with a story concept, which was finally realized as a sort of scifi poem during the inaugural May Flowers event. Here I read it. One take, no budget, I don’t wanna hear no guff. Thank you.
If this kind of content doesn’t work for you, hit me up again in three days.
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Ah, it’s a good day to be alive and bearing the Mark of the Beast. I can do commerce and have the rights of a citizen of the One World Government, unlike those freaky christians. Man, who’d wanna be like them? I heard sometimes they disappear leaving behind a pile of empty clothes. Serves ’em right. Wait, I was talkin’ about how it’s a good day.
Back to that. So I’m out here mindin’ my biz when some christians were down on the street corner talkin’ about how much they love their savior. Wotta laff, but also, it made me angry for no reason at all, and I was wondering. If I turn in a sicko, will I get a reward? Like, maybe from one of those New Age Healers appointed by the United Nations to indoctrinate the youth into righteous atheistical thinking. They probably got loot under those cone hats with the nucular symbol on ’em.
Or they can gimme credits to use at the megastore, stock up on spiced lamb of god. Deeee-lish. I sure hope I can get a reward. If I turn in a sicko.
Yeah I’m lookin at u, jeezy people. Step on up.
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I’ve heard “fanny” is a dirtier word in the UK than in the US, but don’t care enough to google it. There was a US band called Fanny back in the days of yore, which I’d never heard of, but popped up on my yewchoob recs. The four ladies in the band were all great rock musicians, but I also think it’s especially cool that there were some biracial filipinas in the mix – the sisters on guitar and bass, June and Jean Millington. Drummer Alice de Buhr is super cool (and now married to a woman, aww*), pianist Nickey Barclay was on some extra Ray Manzarek shit. They really looked like a group of characters, as rockers should. If this video plays for you, observe:
The whole playlist of that performance on some German show is available as well. You’ll recognize some cool covers, I don’t know what of their originals were hits or how big they were at all. I got curious and hunted down a performance by the sisters in a more recent year. Check this out too:
Nice funky bass there. Guitar sister can shred. The end of the German show is the song “Special Care” (flashing light warning) which they really build to an intense climax without overstaying their welcome. Good times and great oldies, as my extinct local oldies station used to say.
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*on the rainbow representation, seems like jean-june-alice-nickey would be nope-L-L-B, if i got that right, if it matters.
Remember when some conservative twitter posted this?
This is the Age of Sin. Reject the order of creation. Revel in the annihilation of Man as the image of God. DESTROY. Plot designs of death. Disfigure the face of Man and Woman.
I feel like they were catholic, but they didn’t have the medieval decency to post it in Latin. I tried, and would like a second opinion:
Haec est aetas peccati. Reicitote ordinem creationis. Gaudent annihilatio Hominum qui imago Dei. DESTRUITOTE. Insidiàte consilia mortis. Disfaciatote faciem Virum et Mulierum.
I invented a second person plural imperative in “disfaciatote.” Whaddyagonnado, ehh? Undecided on Virum vs Hominum, or if a royal singular like Man in the original could be kosher in Latin.
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There once was a man from Nantucket. What happened next will warm your heart… I kid, I kid. But I have no idea for a post, so I’m gonna bust a limerick, and invite any of you who so dare to drop your own in the comments.
There was a blog bunch atheistic
Who did not find gods realistic
Asked what they believe
The world has up its sleeve
They simply replied it ain’t mystic
Eh… I dunno. Trying again…
There once was a nasty orange creep
Who had a debate with the veep
She just had to stay cool
While he acted the fool
Now his candidacy lies six feet deep
Counting chickens, I know.
Well, I’ll give y’all a turn…
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One of Batman’s enemies is a guy named Two-Face. He used to be a good guy but half his body was grodified and he resorted to crime. But he flips a coin to decide if he’s going to be good or evil on a given day. This worked against the impact of a certain Cormac McCarthy character. Anyway, I just noticed something that has me flipping my Two-Face coin.
On the day I did “Manoposting” I wrote three articles. They were pretty cheesy, but still, three posts is more difficult than one. On that day I got the highest traffic within the last few weeks. The second highest was when I had “hentai” in the title of my singular post. This poses a moral test. Should I do more posts to garner more attention, or fewer posts with clickbaity titles?
The second one, of course. I love taking the easy way out. Now, I didn’t title this post Batman Yaoi Bondage, but I did put the words in the corpus of the text, yea, that I might reap the internet searches. If you found Freethought Blogs by searching for Batman Yaoi Bondage, apologies that I did not provide that which you seek.
But have you ever considered that atheism could be the way and the light?
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There’s a bird species I think in New Guinea that, in response to brood parasitism, developed a trick whereby they can actually communicate with the chick inside the egg. “Shave and a haircut,” and from within the egg, “Two bits” – or you get chucked out of the nest. (sorry don’t remember source)
In order for that trick to work, the chick needs to know the proper response by pure instinct, doesn’t it? Maybe not. Maybe it works by teaching the eggy the song, then checking for the trained response on each return to the nest.
Kinda ruins where I was going with this. I was thinking about language, and to what extent it can be inborn or has to be taught. Bouba/Kiki notwithstanding, all of human language is constructed (and under construction lol).
It’s artificial, and that can be easy to lose sight of, perhaps moreso for the monolingual. Good writing feels like it speaks directly from one heart to another, no barriers to understanding in the way.
It feels like that, but it’s a trick. The words the author chose might not perfectly convey their intent; the reader may infer things wrongly due to their own biases. Both sides can put in a good effort to speak and to hear, and with cultural common ground and education, probably get pretty close to spot on. But you never know.
Which I’m thinking of as a writer. When you’re writing, sometimes it comes out very natural and easy. Sometimes you feel like the world’s biggest faker – not an imposter syndrome thing, but an awareness of the artifice of every technique you are using.
I don’t think there’s a good solution to that issue. Some days it’ll be like that; some days it won’t. But when you’re feeling fake, keep pushing through. You might find when you come back to read that writing later, it feels effortlessly clear.
Or not, and you can edit or rewrite, whatever. Just be aware, the best writing in the world is artificial too. Bon courage.
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Sorry to not deliver on the promise of that headline. It was just another case of sidebar vandalism, on my part. Not that I’m morally opposed to horny fan comicking about syndicated nosy cartoon grandma Mary Worth, but it’s more effort than this post requires, and I’d probably get another FtB Ethics Committee called down on me.
My dude once observed that bro-ish young artists all seem drawn to making horny or violent versions of innocent characters from the comics, the cartoons, children’s TV, etc. It was certainly a recurring theme at the art school I went to. This has a ye olde tradition in what were once called “Tijuana bibles,” where you could see Popeye and Blondie get it on.
I am not going to sit here and tell you that I haven’t drawn Blondie and Dagwood knowing each other maritally, and that as Dagwood went for a post-coital sandwich he wasn’t turned into a zombie by the reanimated Calvin of And Hobbes fame. But is that a pursuit worthy of an artist’s gifts?
Sure. Why not? I once dreamed of starting a project where I’d take a random comic strip and continue whatever situation was happening past the punchline into a pornographic scenario, doing my best imitation of the drawing style. Might actually work in reverse too, having the porn culminate in the events of the strip. Still, never got around to it.
Anyway, a hearty welcome to anybody who found FreethoughtBlogs dot com by googling “mary worth hentai.” Have you considered if atheism might be right for you?
Take off your shoes and make yourself at home.
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still trying to keep this one-post-per-day streak going. what to say next? i’d like to get away from grim topics and controversies. hmm…
i should really be atheisting more often on this blog network. lessee, how does god not exist today? physically, spiritually even. culturally his binch ass exists more than i’d prefer, but in every other sense, this being doth not be.
seen a person recently suggest that some particular form of propaganda might hand the election to the creep. i dunno. but it got me thinking, in conjunction with a post on mano’s and with remembering that christians exist, what drives orange voters?
ah, a depressing topic. can’t escape scylla and charybdis. oh well; we press on.
religion for one. not the religion of young jeezy, but of the creep himself. i think the majority of repubs are not his faithful. they’re just “values voters” who see human rights in terms of winners and losers, and they want to win. but he does have his faithful, and it’s kinda wild to behold, from the outside.
talked to a few in the course of my job. they include no small number of rfk jr types – liberalish democrats for whom the right to medical woo is the only thing they care about, people now embracing naked fascism because it came with the freedom to spend your life savings on snake oil and die from ultracancer.
they include people who just picked up all the nonsense he was laying down, gullible enough to not see the overt dishonesty. he says he’s the only guy that can save america from the wily messican horde, get you the jobs you bigly deserve, protect your children from whatever whatever. why would he lie about that?
and of course, they include Qanon die-hards, with the full suite of completely upside down beliefs.
deprogramming cultists ain’t easy. it’s not the sort of thing we can do on a macro scale, which is a shame because creating cultists can be done in that way. wouldn’t even hazard a guess as to how we can fight that.
in a way it’s a shame they aren’t the majority of his voters because some of them are actually compassionate at heart; they just bought a very twisted pack of beliefs regarding who needs protection from whom. is it worse to be a fascist because you are full of hate, or because you are able to believe complete absurdities?
i’m just glad we seem to be doing well at the moment. here’s to keeping that going. may the believers in orange weep citrus tears in november.
with this, i return to doing my level best to not see anything election related for two and a half months.
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i’ve been occasionally percolating on a ttrpg of my own design and, being a very appearance-oriented character designer, i’ve been thinking of ways to formalize / systematize one’s relationship with subcultures that could influence a character’s clothing style – gothery, metalness, alternateeve…
this sorta stuff gets mixed up with occultism, alchemy, pseudoscience, so all that is to say, i’m figuring out which of the four humors punk rock would express.
i think on this, laying back in my bed, and catch myself snoring. this is a preview of my life at the nursing home. could be worse.
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