Creepy Ned Flanders look-alike shows up at the white haus in the midst of late stage capitalism to take advantage of the grift frenzy that is occurring there. He has a real hard-on for Persia. Finds some codes, uses the big red telephone to make some connections, uncovers a few keys that may be stashed around the house. He peace outs after about two months as top advisor to the orange figurehead. A few weeks later Iran sends it's top brass to Iraq (their Shia "foe"?) for some eyes and ears only discussion. Why not send a gmail or skype? Long way to go just for tea. US drones his ass. Short while later Iran shoots down a Ukranian jet full of highly skilled doctors, engineers, professors, professionals because they're a bunch of medieval nincompoops who can't military right? Nope, that's a Sophie's Choice right there. Evil Ned Flanders has arranged to spray the plane with whatever the fuck it is so the west has a reason to nuke Iran which has always been his hearts desire. The Persians I know are among the smartest, most sophisticated individuals in my life, save for the ones up to their teeth in organized crime. Iran got hit hard with the virus and despite the most fervently religious among them spreading the disease the fastest (almost like it has at the rallies in the US) they have recovered, because they are still some of the top scientists on earth despite being under the yoke of fundamentalism.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Here at home,we're listening to groovy tunes, decanting some kimchi, the dog is relaxing. I'm yammering on about pastafarianism: The giant dough ball,the big fuzzy pumper, noodles and spaetzle, replication from a single source. The kimchi measures out perfectly into the two containers I've chose for it, one big, one small. Thinking about the garden, thinking about supper, thinking about dough for green onion pancakes. https://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/201 ... ecipe.html The garden is exploding with chives and Egyptian onions, scallion pancakes would go great with the kimchi, the best batch we've made in a while. The first thing Mr A and I ever made together months before we even kissed was a batch of kimchi. I was so impressed that he had a real German fermentation crock. Thinking about the Big Ball of Dough again when the most RANDOM thought pops in my head: I bet everybody "in the know" got a heads up when Paris Hilton made that totally stupid lasagne video it was so dumb it had to be code
Then the fire alarm went off, literally. We hadn't so much as used the toaster, or generated any smoke, all day. Mr A's like, "It's probably gas from the kimchi setting off the C02 sensor..." For the first time ever, with the doors and windows open, OK.
So I search around for a plausible seeming Covfefe 19 timeline. https://www.businessinsider.com/coronav ... ippines-10 KInd of interesting that the virus escaped China when the viral video was released,just a funny synchronicity, I guess.
Where’s the code in Cooking with Paris? She doesn't have a cooking show for starters, and it's pretty obvious that she's never made lasagne before. Is Paris so stupid that she's just going along with any dumb idea her team proposes? She's been pretty clear that her bimbo persona is an act. https://nypost.com/2017/03/16/paris-hil ... e-thought/
No matter what Paris does she is sure to get notice, no matter how unqualified she may be on any topic. She's practically a walking numbers station. Her animal abuse is legendary in LA. There's even a missing Paris pet tally somewhere on les webs. I also consider the the fact that one of Michael Jackson's heirs has the same name, not that she was really MJs kid. The reason the kids always had veils and masks when MJ was parading them around hotels or dangling them out windows, isn't because their father is publicity shy, but because it wasn't always the same kids. Anyhoo. Let's observe Paris in the kitchen with a yet another chihuahua, another one of her trafficking victims. Does she tie her blonde extensions out of the way? Does she wash her hands? No, her hands are clad in fingerless gloves. J Mascis complains those were his trademark until MJ "stole" the look from him. Her dogs name is Diamond Baby which is obvs twilight languages, her towel says "allergic to bullshit'. AS AM I, so I'm not sure how much further I need to watch, though I will say I appreciate the high speed playback function on youtube. There is a cut-away to a towel embroidered with this quote: 'The best things in life are free. The second best things are very, very expensive.' Of course it is now known that old CoCo was a spy. Who's Paris' brother in law, again?
Who demands content that is branded "Paris Hilton"? Literally no-one. She is reviled by any sensible person with taste. No self-respecting aesthete or serious researcher would give her trash a moment's contemplation, right,Jason Horsley? T'would simply be beneath the contemplation of men so in love with their thoughts. Welp, the little girls understand, at least.
You know, when I thought about Paris Hilton back in 2006, I DEFINITELY never associated her with football or athletics in general, and yet...
There is an interesting overlay to this timeline, however.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Paris haz dog next scene she's cooking meat in a big pan Paris's dogs keep disappearing what other country recently in the news has a penchant for canine-based cuisine
“The purpose of studying economics is not to acquire a set of ready-made answers to economic questions, but to learn how to avoid being deceived by economists.” ― Joan Robinson
You guys probably HATE the KarKrashians, right? So you probably wouldn't be into following their most relentless troll /parodist/satirist Kirby Jenner. https://www.instagram.com/kirbyjenner/
He usually posts photoshops of himself interacting with his "twin" sister in her vacuous fashion spreads so his last post was noteworthy for him posing with Christine Whitman and some lizard from tech land.
He hasn't posted in a long while so I was surprised to see him pop up in my stories while I was typing up that Paris Lasagne thingy.
It was a notice that he was going to do a livechat with Disney slave Joe Jonas who is married to Sansa Stark.
Such stilted language, almost like a code. Seems like everybody's got delicious Italian pasta on their mind. I'm sure it's all Gucci...
Anyways, it's probably time to give Thingfish a re-listen.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
I shot myself yesterday Got to Heaven anyway Think I might regret it now Tie my feet to rocks and drown
If you don't bleed, then you don't die Cross my heart and hope to fly If you like it, then you'll make it out alive If they could see me now, smiling six feet underground I'll tie my feet to rocks and drown You'll miss me when I'm not around
Last call, last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Last call, last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Promise if I make it, I'll kiss you good night (I'll see you underground) You'll miss me when I'm down You'll miss me when I'm down
Hurt myself again today Doesn't matter anyway (You'll miss me when I'm gone) I'll make it to Heaven even if I Have to climb the clouds and learn to fly If you don't bleed, then you don't die Cross my heart and hope to fly If you like it, then you'll make it out alive If they could see me now, smiling six feet underground I'll tie my feet to rocks and drown You'll miss me when I'm not around
Last call, last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Last call, last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Promise if I make it, I'll kiss you good night (I'll see you underground) You'll miss me when I'm down You'll miss me when I'm down Last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Last call (You'll miss me when I'm not around) Promise if I make it, I'll kiss you good night (I'll see you underground) You'll miss me when I'm down You'll miss me when I'm down
drug addled multi-national Phreak Mad Scientist Billionaire Bachelor knocks up Manic Panic Pixthie Dream Girl on the eve of celestial events that will wreak catastrophe at various military/aerospace/petroleum extraction ley lines.
In classic Luc Besson fashion, he and his gang of longevity-minded billionaire pals high-tail it to their Phloston Paradise satellites with the Presidential Models of their choosing to ride out a series of unfortunate events that unfold on the Planet Of The Apes. In this version, apes stands for Abrahamic Pedo Elites. I'm thinking Billie Eilish for the girl....
My Lucifer is lonely
Standing there, killing time Can't commit to anything but a crime Peter's on vacation, an open invitation Animals, evidence Pearly gates look more like a picket fence Once you get inside 'em Got friends but can't invite them
Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya
All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And Heaven's out of sight She'll want the Devil on her team
My Lucifer is lonely
Look at you needing me You know I'm not your friend without some greenery Walk in wearing fetters Peter should know better Your cover up is caving in Man is such a fool Why are we saving him? Poisoning themselves now Begging for our help, wow!
Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya
All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And Heaven's out of sight She'll want the Devil on her team
My Lucifer is lonely There's nothing left to save now My God is gonna owe me There's nothing left to save now
mods who want to fix my formatting are more than welcome to do so!
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
After weeks of watching their creases deepen, and their under-eye bags darken and swell, something about A & B's April 14th BC plaguecast made my bird sing. There was a perceptible elevation of energy, of relief, Bonnie's frock was floral and springy, Adrian's hand-jive was ON-POINT. The words still sounded more or less the same but the non-verbal communication implied, "we know what this is and we're not frightened"
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
It's a hazard of speaking Twilight Language. Sometimes I'm saying two things in opposite directions, sometimes even three.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Spent an hour watching that Frontier Psychiatrist video (love it) and reading about it. Anyone know who the two guys in grey suits are? Members of The Avalanches?
“The purpose of studying economics is not to acquire a set of ready-made answers to economic questions, but to learn how to avoid being deceived by economists.” ― Joan Robinson