general ravings #424
Watched Andrew Denton on TeeVee tonight.
The Leunig interview: Leunig appeared to me to be ducking and weaving Denton's questions. I think he avoided many opportunities to be frank and open.
The Pink interview: I am now a SERIOUS Pink fan. She bowled me over (which is not difficult.) Now for my theory: She used to think she would die by the age of 27. Janis Joplin died at the age of 27. She laughs like Joplin. She was born ten years after Joplin died. She only ever wanted to be a singer. She is focussed on issues which, if she was back, Joplin would be passionate about. She seems to be a soul who may be a reincarnation of Janis Joplin. So, dear reader, if it ever becomes official that she IS Janis Joplin reincarnated, please remember you read it here first. Of course, if it never becomes official, just forget what you've just read. Ok? Good.
Why are you still reading this blog? Go away!
The Leunig interview: Leunig appeared to me to be ducking and weaving Denton's questions. I think he avoided many opportunities to be frank and open.
The Pink interview: I am now a SERIOUS Pink fan. She bowled me over (which is not difficult.) Now for my theory: She used to think she would die by the age of 27. Janis Joplin died at the age of 27. She laughs like Joplin. She was born ten years after Joplin died. She only ever wanted to be a singer. She is focussed on issues which, if she was back, Joplin would be passionate about. She seems to be a soul who may be a reincarnation of Janis Joplin. So, dear reader, if it ever becomes official that she IS Janis Joplin reincarnated, please remember you read it here first. Of course, if it never becomes official, just forget what you've just read. Ok? Good.
Why are you still reading this blog? Go away!
posted by The Editor at
10:55 PM
13 Comments:
One word, bazooms!
It's Pink's mind, JahTeh, not her bazooms! Sheesh!
Did you see the interview?
You looked at her mind! Depression is a terrible thing.
JahTeh, I did not look at her mind, I looked at her bazooms (and face, and hips, and legs, and backside). But what impressed me most was her mind.
It's a problem I have. I remember a time in 1972 in Melbourne. I took a very attractive woman I worked with in the Army out to dinner with the express purpose of commencing a sexual affair with her (I was married and a two-timeing sleaze bucket at the time). She invited me back to her place. We got talking. It got deeply philosophical. It got intellectual. And after that, I could not even begin to conceive the idea of spoiling it by having sex. We became really great mates. Much better. No one at work believed it was a platonic relationship. We used to cack ourselves at the rumours... All of this smack-bang in the middle of the Shagging Seventies. Tres droll...
Yeah, Link, I was a sleazoid. Maybe these days I'm just a repressed sleazoid fooling himseff into believing he's changed. Who knows. I was just telling it how it was. I'm sorry if that offends you. I did not intend to offend anyone. But intention counts for zip these days.
If I worry about who might take offence at what I write, I would not be able to write anything. I reaslised when I wrote it that I could get creamed. If writers withold everything for which they could get creamed, there'd be no worthwhile literature (or communcation) except fucking politically correct pseudo-intellectual claptrap. There's already way too much of that self-righteous slime covering nearly everything one sees and hears. I call it secular neo-puritanism.
If you see in what I write, reasons for why you must hate me, then hate me. I'm so tired of trying to be perfect I've given up. These days, I figure I'm who I am, how I am, I do my best, and people who have a problem with that can go fly a kite.
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone! Go root yourselves, all of you.
Alles klaar, Herr Kommissar?
About reincarnation:
Does the lack of proof for something mean it doesn't exist?
What "proof" would be acceptable to you?
I could spend a long time with you relating anectdotes on this subject to you, but what would be the point. You would negate all of them.
One of the worst ever lifetimes I had on this planet was the one after I point-blank refused to come here volutarily. But that would just be a very dismissable anecdote to you. It would not be "proof" of anything other than my "mental illness" or "false memory" or whatever. You'll believe what you want to believe and you'd disregard the rest. We all do that. And we all reckon whe know what we're talking about.
Hey, Link, why don't you tell me what you believe in, so I can drive a "logical" truck through that too...
Have a nice gender-politically and self-righteously perfect day, Link. I seriously apologise for all of my imperfections and gullibilities.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Oh....
Have I told all of you ????
Yuze can all get fucked !!!!!!!
At 6:29pm Link spits the dummy on this blog about my disgustingly evil mind.
At 7:57pm Link shuts her blog down, announcing she has better things to do with her energy.
I hope these two events are not related.
I will miss her.
But then again, if it's wrong to not want to shag a brilliant mind, perhaps I'm wrong to miss her...
It's unlikely she'll debate it with me now... But she might be offended - again...
I'm a cruel and heartless shithead.
Hey, JahTeh, still reckon this blog is a chick magnet? How am I doing?
Bazooms!
Link comes to me because I give her dumpling recipes, you give her angst.
As for the chick magnet tag, you're doing more business as a shit magnet, most of it your own.
'A cruel heartless shithead sleazoid with a disgustingly evil mind, I believe we were married in a former life.
I wasn't kidding when I said I was a lady's maid on the Titanic but given my love of jewels and luxury, we were probably partners in crime at the time.
Link, about reincarnation:
The moment you trot out the "Russian Prince" or "Egyptian Pharoah" rhetoric I know you you're regurgitating the Offical Philip Adams Skeptics rebuttal. It means nothing. All it alludes to is that there are shysters cashing in with pretend experiences (in most cases).
I met a guy at a party once who reckoned he was an RAAF Mirage pilot. I quizzed him a bit, and it transpired that he was in the Air Force Reserve and that he had never even flown in a Mirage. Talk about his angst levels! He spat the dummy and left the party, blaming me for ruining his perfectly good evening. I had another drink and proceded to seduce his girlfriend who was not at all ready to stop having a good time at that party. (Now you will REALLY despise me.) (Tripple chortle with a double backflip and half pike.)
The point? Just because a few idiots claim to have flown RAAF Mirages when they haven't, doesn't mean there are no genuine RAAF Mirage pilots. Get a grip on this logic thing, girl!
Another anecdote: In 1976 I was holidaying in Fiji and having a good time with a bunch of (shock/horror) "blokes" at the Tanoa resort, when one of the hangers-on, a short, anorexic, ginger haired, weed of snotty-nosed runt, upon hearing me say I had just left the Army, started to get all verbal about how he had served in Vietnam with the SAS. I took him aside, told him that I knew he was full of shit and requested politely that he desist entirely from mentioning such rubbish ever again in my presence. The runt was synaptically challenged and, upon rejoining the group, kept going on and on and on about his Walter Mitty SAS pretence. So I picked him up (he was as light as a feather) and chucked him (fully dressed) into the swimming pool. He emerged bleating something about how I would now have to pay for his dry-cleaning bill as he disapeared to his room, never to be seen again (we think he caught the 5.00am flight from Nadi to Sydney.)
Point 1: If he really had been an SAS soldier he would have killed me.
Point 2: This dude's lies and pretences did not in any way detract from the reality of the existence of
very real SAS soldiers, several of whom I had met during my time in the Army (not one of whom I would have dared to throw into a swimming pool.)
So, Link, what I'm sayiung here is that just because there are fraudsters out there concocting tales of reincarnation, it does not follow that there are not people who have genuinely gotten in touch with past lives.
I used to do past lives regressions with people, and all of the past lives we came across were very un-royal beings. I think you've been talking to the wrong people, Link. But, hey, maybe you haven't... After all what could a sleazoid such as myself possibly know, compared to one as morally pure as your good self...
And yes, I also think it's possible to remember "cell memory". I say "also", not "only". (e.g. "Mind Of The Cells" ISBN 0-938710-06-0)
"Energy" ??? A seriously mis-used term. Mostly used by people who have no frigging idea what they're talking about. I refuse to use it. It's up there with very deranged people screeching "get out of my aura!!!"
To blog or not to blog, that is the question. Blogging angst. Tell me about it! Been there, done that.
By all means quit or have a break. Whatever. It's all so traumatic isn't it? If you hate coming here, piss off! If not, you're welcome to engage. I love people who want to engage. I hate wankers. Life's a love/hate thing.
Obviously you have more "worthwhile" things do. The message is clear. Feel free to piss off. Who are we sad and sorry bloggers to take up your precious time... Off you go...
Go to JahTeh's for dumpling recipes, there's a good girl... Keep away from us misogynistic monsters...
Tell Suki I bashed you up...
Fuck!!!!!!!!!
JahTeh, I'm glad people go to your blog for dumpling recipes. I do not "give" angst. Angst is a creation of the reader. Fuck off with that shit. Not in the mood, old girl.
If I can't have sane readers, I'd just as soon have no readers at all. Nil taurus excreta!
A lady's maid on the Titanic? The person you give dumpling recipes to must think you're deluded or making it up. Talk to her, I've lost the plot I'm afraid.
Guys, I'm seriously pissed off.
I really am getting to the point where I will either shut this blog down or I will "blowtorch" the commenters so badly that only the non-bullshit variety hangs around.
I no longer give a shit. Call it whatever your pet theory tells you to call it...
Link, "suspend disbelief"????
Bwahahahaha... You want me to believe your Jungian fairy tales whilst you disbelieve left right and center as it suits you? Next you'll be telling me Freud was not a misogynist.
I'm apparently having coffee with Ron today at 10.00am. If he's read all this he may not turn up.
Life's interesting, isn't it?
Coffee with Ron was a good thing.
I'm worried whether I gave Link the recipe for the flour dumplings or the hash ones.
You can be shitty with me all you like, I will simply retreat into my fantasy life where I am the ruler of the Universe and zap you with invisible happy rays.
'Coffee with Ron was a good thing', see happy rays are working.
Happy rays? I'll wear a lead-lined hat!
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