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[greygirlbeast]

And not a moment too frelling soon, I might add. There's no point in going into all the gory details, all the 923 ways that a trip to Birmingham can suck, even when it's barely more than 24-hours long. But between my mother trying to turn me on to Jesus and the free-floating hostility that permeates the very aether in Birmingham, I am very, very, very glad to be back in Atlanta. Maybe this isn't where I want to be, in that oft-dreamt of ideal world, but it's better than where I was.

We drove back through a torrential downpour, and it was ten p.m. or so before we retrieved Sophie from Pets-Are-People-Too. We dropped her by home, fed her, listened patiently while she told us all about losing her catnip bat in a game of poker with a chihuahua named Lopez, and then Spooky and I grabbed a late dinner at The Vortex at L5P. The Ani DiFranco show at the Variety had just let out, and the place was marvelously awash in dykes. After all the Jesus nonsense, such wanton public displays of sin and sexual perversion are nothing if not sublime. Anyway, yes, I'm home.

And no sooner do I admit to my divine revelations and the founding of the Immacutale Order of the Falling Sky, than Comet Schwassmann-Wachmann-3 comes barreling around again. Sure, I was hoping for an asteroid, but a fragmented comet would certainly get the show started. And, yeah, it presently looks as though its closest to Earth will be 7.3 million miles on the morning of May 12th, but this is the twelfth closest approach of a comet to Earth in recorded history (I assume we're not counting Tunguska). What a windfall! Now we only need to martial the requisite psychokinetic energy to nudge those 40 or so fragments a little more earthward. And, even if we fail this time, as all faithful members of the Immaculate Order will tell you (if you ask), a near miss is the next best thing to doomsday. Just keep watching the skies, kiddos, and keep your fingers crossed...

Comments

[grandmofhelsing.livejournal.com]

If I hadn't found out too late and hadn't had to work, I would have taken my friend d0minique to that Ani DiFranco show. As it is, however, we'll be in town in June for Al Di Meola show at the same venue. We should meet up somewhere if you have time.

[bosstweed.livejournal.com]

Perhaps this photo essay (http://www.larryknox.com/wotw.html) by a guy who used a squid in a War of the Worlds photo shoot will take the taste of repression and free-floating hostility out of your mouth. I read about (http://www.boingboing.net/2006/04/26/cheap_war_of_the_wor.html) it on BoingBoing.

[tagplazen.livejournal.com]

Send your moms out my way and I can set her straight, being as how Jesus and I are on such good terms and all. Which would explain why God hates me, those two are so Oedipal it's not even fucking funny. Don't get me wrong, Jesus is way cool (he could surf the perfect wave after all), but the man has issues. He was going off about his mom and God and God knocking her the fuck up and then not even paying alimony and running off to do whatever the fuck he wanted and leaving his mom as a struggling single mother, and I have to tell you, the pensioners out having lunch at The Old Milwaukee aren't that keen on some long haired freak sitting there going, "God's a real prick you know. Like a real cock-biting bastard. I just want to kick his ass sometimes, I mean, I try to ignore him, but oh no, he has to keep pushing, just pushing, I mean he's just toxic to be around, but what the hell are you going to do, he's everywhere! That whole omnipresent omnisicent shit really gets on your tits when you just want to ignore the cocksucker."

I think Jesus and his dad need some hard core Freudian analysis, none of that happy go lucky, "Maybe the hokey pokey is what it's really all about" Jungian nonsense, no fucking way, I'm thinking those two need some deep on the couch "when's the first time you saw mommy naked on a burro" time.

[oneirophrenia.livejournal.com]

You realize, of course, that that comet has been sent our way by the Mi-Go, who resent the fact that an upstart bunch of tail-less monkeys they literally *watched* evolve into humans has pretensions of leaving the planet....They finally managed to shrug off the Elder Things, the Cthulhu spawn, and now they have to deal with us? Funk dat.

But they do think some of us our OK. They're willing to provide brainboxes and transportation offplanet for select "ape-descendants" of an interesting and/or entertaining nature. I've convinced them that they either take all the members of Nyarlathotep or our namesake will NOT be pleased with them...and well do they remember the days when the Crawling Chaos decided to play billiards with the planets in their home system just because one of the Mi-Go ancestors opened a window or dropped a fork or something like that!

The disembodied brain of Grandpa Theobald aknowledges that the offer is good, and the Mi-Go will gladly terraform Mars for us if we agree to keep putting out good music and writing (provided the "nameless god" the Old Ones accidentally created there is dead or has moved on). Me...I'm going along mainly for the 25-limbed robot body they promised!

[tactileson.livejournal.com]

Oh, you poor thing. There's no place like home I guess.

[blubeagle.livejournal.com]

Welcome home.

[nykolus.livejournal.com]

dyke awash: yay!

glad you made it back to us in one piece(?)