With 23 hours left on the Twitter poll, I've received feedback from a whopping 17 people (across all platforms) as to whether they'd read the most important thing I've managed to write (3 had). This was the trigger for the recent burn-it-all-down tantrum you probably missed.
Listening to @Morning_Joe and Douglas Brinkley not fucking getting it.
https://moondeer.blog/2021/10/09/on-the-obstructionist.htmlTackling the cancellation of lines attached to abandoned equipment the #ADHDWay:
If you design and manufacture some form of pen-shaped instrument … with a removable cap for protecting the business end while not in use … and this cap, when removed, can't be affixed to the opposite end while conducting business … got something for ya:
Hey @Apple, what's up with WebKit gimping image resolution for my iPhone?
Seems like a platform that had its sh$t together could get through the day without suspending 5% of its user accounts.
Step one, @MalloryMcMorrow, is indeed to stand up. Sitting, today, serves to normalize weaponized reality fabrication on the eve of a minority majority.
Step two is take their f$&king base (or at least 19% of it).
https://moondeer.blog/2021/08/05/on-the-unsustainable.htmlApologies in advance … but what if puss smelled sweet?
I mean … seriously … could it be any f$&king cuter? (Sound on)
So I'm addicted to the season two intro for Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid
I now believe it to be the tedium of constructing the history lesson portion of the essay that has led to my employing my README tone in order to maintain my interest. I'm now seven dragons deep … but who knows what I'll end up keeping once I've muddled through the remaining ten dragons (and the ten other assets that follow). Right now, it's all:
On Dragon Weaving
Honesty, I haven't a clue why, in February of last year, I found myself pondering the web of dragon mythology that so ensnares the imagination of man. Of how the machinations of my mind materialized the path it would then travel, I've an even clumsier grasp. I believe there is something significant to be found within the folds of fumbled expression held by the essay I had composed. Now, a year later (finding myself in possession of more diversely and formidably equipped faculties), I shall recompose its art and prose, hoping to attain a composition that more capably communicates that which I have to say. It shall be begin with a declaration.
I guess Twitter let's you accept tips now. How TF Imma move people enough to prompt a tip when I can't even move people enough to read what I f$&king write? Pfftt.
Doesn't matter how many options y'all give me … without allowing for multiple selections I'm doomed to exist as Other.
Well sh$t balls … 'disable cross-posting' really oughta include the MB timeline as well @manton. Guess I still need to delete the feed.
Some bonus awkward to test containment:
Rough pass at the next two…
Let's seeeee … you got me talking about Norse mythology … let's look at some Viking sh$t. Apparently, Vikings were knee-deep in dragons. They sailed … f$&king … dragonships!
The dragonhead(s) carved into the stem of these large longships were said to offer protection from evil spirits while at sea. Such power was possessed by these drakes that the Icelandic code of the time, Grágás, bade the Vikings remove any such dragonhead upon their return so as not to intimidate the spirits of their native land.
The three carved heads on the ship above identify the bow-based bulwark as a dragon named Zmey Gorynych, let's gallantly gallivant into Garðaríki for a formal introduction.
Garðaríki, by the way, is Old Norse for Kievan Rus'. The Garðar were the Rus' people, Norsemen that had decided to pop on over and take up ruling the river routes between the Baltic and the Black Seas. You zmey have deduced from all those f$&king letter 'Y's, we're in Russian folklore territory.
The first western dragon we've looked at, Zmey was all about the bylina (Russian heroic poetry). Totally tracks that he would frequently transform himself into a handsome youth to engage in the art of seduction.
Don't let his pervish proclivities prevaricate (yeeesss … I f$&king see the problem … but WordHippo sticks that sh$t in my head … and I can avoid alliteration like Murphy can avoid running head first into a thumpish engagment with the thick, full-length windows that monopolize wall space around here when she's so f$&king excited she can take no more), Zmey is a proper red-scaled, fire-breathing dragon and rumor has it that this little f$&ker would even go all eclipsical from time to time by taking a bite out of the f$&king sun.
Slightly revised the Egyptian sh$te, I'm dropping it off so it will make sense when I pick up with the Nordic sh$te…
Right. Dropping ourselves down deeply within the well of humanity to probe Terrestrian time before the Biblical flood, we'll begin in Ancient Egypt with Apep (pronounced 𓌇𓊪𓊪𓆙).
Mention of this particular deity began appearing early in the 22nd century BC as the sun was setting upon the authority of the Old Kingdom. As chaos incarnate, oppugnant to order and light, no doubt Apep was frequently sighted walking in Memphis near the collapse of the Eighth Dynasty. And get this, when Isis, Set, and Ra jacked Apep (as part of their Egyptian power grab), tossing him into the underworld … Apep was having none of it. Every morning thereafter he'd make his way back to the horizon, ahead of Ra, and force that f$&ker to defeat him in battle just to put the sun in the sky. And in the event of a solar eclipse … an eclipse meant that Apep managed to swallow that f$&ker … the sun returning to the sky only after Ra's companion gods manage to topple Apep and cut open his stomach.
One more to meet before we exoduse ourselve out of Egypt, my personal favorite, Ouroboros.
A manifestation of the snake god Mehen (whose name means coiled one), Ouroboros may be found inscribed upon the shrine of a sarcophagus as part of the Enigmatic Book of the Netherworld where he represents the beginning and the end of time.
Ouroboros drawings would later begin popping up in early alchemical texts like that of Cleopatra the Alchemist, whose work The Chrysopoeia of Cleopatra contains an illustration (not pictured) of the serpent along with the words ἓν τὸ πᾶν (the all is one). The inside of my left leg happens to have this very same illustration (also not pictured) just above the ankle.
Telling you that last bit serves zero f$&kin' purpose, so let me tell you at least one more interesting bit about Boros before we move along to our next exhibit. Chuck yourself a dart at any wall-hung world map and chances are you'll strike land where Ouroboros dwells. In Norse mythology, exempli gratia (the WordHippoist's for example), he appears as Jörmungandr, the World Serpent–so large he can encircle the world, grasping his tail in his teeth.
So far the office post-promotion-bleed-out pool has but the one entry (my own which was 5,246).
Fresh data to encourage y'all to have a go at guesstimating where abouts mine account shall coagulate (seems tonal ebonics is slowly being driven out by Shakespearean or biblical):
Guess what #Beltway … when the plane goes down … 'cause a system was disengaged upon which the aircraft had grown dependent for its safe and stable operation … you won't get the f$&ker back in the air just by flipping the f$&king switch.
Come see me late November, we'll talk.
How cute that both parties wanna use Tax Day to promote proposed legislation.
Guess what f$&kers … one side could give a f$&k … about passing anything … they need only stir shit up and smile while watching their opposition's support slip away like that one last wave heading out to the sea just before the arrival of a tsunami.
The support slips away 'cause the other side ain't never gonna pass sh$t on account o' they can't figure it the f$&k out that a dual reality democracy fixes the needle … and two turncoats are all it takes to derail every g0dd@mn thing you ever wanted to achieve … that your constituents expect you to achieve … when that needle freezes at 51/49.
And, honestly, these stupid f$&kers still believe their problem is messaging. To expect a constituency to comprehend the complexities of a congressional context that the g0dd@mn politicians have yet to fucking comprehend … totally unreasonable proposition.
Read the essay below if you feel like digesting this sentiment composed with less ranting and more substance:
Part of me wants to restore the Disqus code to post pages since I never cancelled the account. The rest of me seems uninterested in slapping empty comment sections at the bottom of every post. Not a single comment in the six months I had it integrated.
If y'all don't get those pronunciation jokes Imma be pissed.
Been phoning it in since the Adderall wore off #ADHD (kinda f$&kin' literally since I actually composed the sh$t on my phone) … here's a rough pass at Ouroboros anywho…
My personal favorite, Ouroboros (pronounced ∞), also has roots in Ancient Egypt. A manifestation of the snake god Mehen (whose name means coiled one), Ouroboros may be found inscribed upon the shrine of a sarcophagus as part of the Enigmatic Book of the Netherworld where he represents the beginning and the end of time.
Ouroboros drawings would later begin popping up in early alchemical texts like that of Cleopatra the Alchemist, whose work The Chrysopoeia of Cleopatra contains an illustration (not pictured) of the serpent along with the words ἓν τὸ πᾶν (the all is one). The inside of my left leg happens to have this very same illustration (also not pictured) just above the ankle. Telling you that serves zero f$&kin' purpose so let me tell you at least one more interesting bit about Boros before we move along to our next exhibit. It is hard to find a culture where Ouroboros hasn't made an appearance of some kind or another where today he symbolizes infinity.
Picking up from the previously posted passage, a rough pass at Apep …
Right. Let us begin with Apep (pronounced 𓌇𓊪𓊪𓆙). Mention of this ancient Egyptian deity began appearing early in the 22nd century BC as the sun was setting upon the authority of the Old Kingdom. As chaos incarnate, oppugnant to order and light, no doubt Apep was frequently sighted walking in Memphis near the collapse of the Eighth Dynasty. And get this, when Isis, Set, and Ra jacked Apep (as part of their Egyptian power grab), tossing him into the underworld … Apep was having none of it. Every morning thereafter he'd make his way back to the horizon, ahead of Ra, and force that f$&ker to defeat him in battle just to put the sun in the sky. And in the event of a solar eclipse … an eclipse meant that Apep managed to swallow that f$&ker … the sun returning to the sky only after Ra's companion gods manage to topple Apep and cut open his stomach.
Another I oughta write: On Flat, Unvaccinated Blood Libel and Organically Induced Headless Cult Phenomena
