politics, religion, sugar, caffeine, and me?
and moving on the chocolate now, the Orlando Atheists and Freethinkers meetup group had their holiday gala yesterday and as i mentioned in one of the multiple entries popping up this weekend, i did attend, albeit a bit later than initially intended, but all that is water under the bridge now and the personal creative highlight of the event was my conceptualizing an idea for a new TV satirical sitcom that really ought to be pitched to someone at HBO or comedy central, but i don't know anybody at either, nor do i have a team of crack (head) writers to move on the idea, so it's just the personal highlight of the moment and it goes, quite simply, like this…
there are shows that are political satires…
there are shows that are religious satires…
coming this fall
the first show to kill two birds with one stone…
Burning Bush
it's not your ordinary roast…
even i was surprised at the laughter that ensued… and i don't think they were drunk, either… you probably had to be there to capture the moment, the ambiance, the company, and the inflections, but it's still amusing to me even in print… remember, even if somebody did it already and i just never heard about it, you heard it here first… copyheard, me 2007… yes, those wacky atheists get the happy agnostic in me thinking up some odd ideas now and then… for instance:
and just as we've all got the right to choose what we believe to be true, we've also got the right to choose the humor, satire, and amusements we enjoy… like the flying spaghetti monster, for instance… or carlin andbill maher … it appears some religious people just don't seem to understand what religious freedom means… it's historically scary when those people are running for president, or are president… but then, history repeats itself because those in power conveniently delude themselves by changing history in their minds and trying to sell us their new version of events that already happened and all too often, a majority believe it and… history repeats itself because those in power do… yeah, it's not as funny the second time around, or even the first…
but hey, how often do you get political or religious commentary here in the self-absorbed me-ness of RealTime™, aye?... yeah, religion, politics, sugar, caffeine, and me… hey, i think i just got the title… meanwhile, to further the illusion that i am wildly popular and internet famous, here are a few well rehearsed impromptu quotes from imaginary readers who just can't get enough of reading me… feel free to adopt one as your very own and take credit, even…
oh, the humanity… but of course, each of these might have infinitely more validity and power with an actual reader's name between the ~ ~ things… or you could be wholly more clever and present your own for consideration in publicity material for me and all that this blog represents (which is pretty much dozens of other blogs that are mostly me, but i can't imagine where those first two quotes come from (special effects: `") and I have no idea what that means because i think i fell asleep in the midst of starting that parentheses in the midst of the thought in the midst of this paragraph in the midst of this entry (hey, bear with me, this sort of typing it out takes great patients, almost as much as it does to actually read this) in the midst of this RealTime™ blog in the midst of the myriad of blogs and other self-important self-mockeries and irrelevant irreverences that is the lofty ridiculousness called the written gardens which pretends to be some massive undertaking worth notoriety and fame and fortune and great respect from all humanity and gods and cosmic beings in all the infiniverses and beyond, so nevermind…
George Carlin refused to comment at this time…
"no comment."
~ George Carlin ~
but i do believe that a small hedgehog once had something to do with something that may have had something to do with something that probably relates to something here or somewhere sometime, at least… and if you want to see me bloated and pretending it doesn't matter, the photos are starting to pop up all over the meetup sites, humiliating as they may be, forcing me to take a glance, at least, at the ever so un-special effects of over-eating and lack of exercise that is so unappealing to me because it is a direct visual measure of self-love (or self-loathing) or more accurately, self-ambivalence which reflect the general (and specific) ambivalence (and ambivalences) bout everything…
maybe it was science that blinded everyone to the facts (dumbing down, again, may be the culprit), but the science could provide concrete directions if enough people would only take their heads out of each other's asses long enough to realize we, collectively as a species, have been living in denial and lying to ourselves and each other in such a ridiculous self-important delusion that we are blind to our own self-destruction and the true potential of life, the universe, and everything… what was that about November something-or-other, 2012?... or was it December?... well, for me personally, if it's December, it may be alright…
cuz i was once in love with amy
and that taught me the lessons
that put things into perspective
and helped me to realize
whatever… meanwhile, step on me as if i were an ant and feel the power of snuffing out a life and when someone steps on you as if you were an ant you may no longer have the opportunity to understand the futility and foolishness of the pretense of self-importance that dominated your experience and decision and therein fooled you into paying attention to so few relatively meaningless things and missing out on so many amazing things that might have brought so much more meaning to your life, but then, in a moment, it's all gone…
and the latest playlist plays in alphabetical order:
so you see, i have not had time for my usual browsing around this weekend... and i haven't even catch up on the actual events in Real... party on saturday... carolling on sunday... and here we are, running off at the fingers like we used to... fun fun fun and it can get better than this, but only with intimacy, so for what we've got for the moment, this is good... hope it's all good for you too... even if you missed to profound linkages and amazing rhymes (even the perversions diary was populated, aye?) sprinkled throughout the web world in this latest mini-explosion... be good to yourself and let yourself explode a little too... and thank you for attending the party... i hope to revisit you very soon...
and this may have been yet another part one…
there are shows that are religious satires…
coming this fall
the first show to kill two birds with one stone…
Burning Bush
it's not your ordinary roast…
even i was surprised at the laughter that ensued… and i don't think they were drunk, either… you probably had to be there to capture the moment, the ambiance, the company, and the inflections, but it's still amusing to me even in print… remember, even if somebody did it already and i just never heard about it, you heard it here first… copyheard, me 2007… yes, those wacky atheists get the happy agnostic in me thinking up some odd ideas now and then… for instance:
on the 2nd Amendment to the U.S. Constitution and religion: freedom of religion also means freedom from religion… in other words, i've got the right to believe your beliefs are delusional without being harassed, put down, or otherwise condemned for my beliefs… i respect your right to be delusional, respect mine…
and just as we've all got the right to choose what we believe to be true, we've also got the right to choose the humor, satire, and amusements we enjoy… like the flying spaghetti monster, for instance… or carlin andbill maher … it appears some religious people just don't seem to understand what religious freedom means… it's historically scary when those people are running for president, or are president… but then, history repeats itself because those in power conveniently delude themselves by changing history in their minds and trying to sell us their new version of events that already happened and all too often, a majority believe it and… history repeats itself because those in power do… yeah, it's not as funny the second time around, or even the first…
but hey, how often do you get political or religious commentary here in the self-absorbed me-ness of RealTime™, aye?... yeah, religion, politics, sugar, caffeine, and me… hey, i think i just got the title… meanwhile, to further the illusion that i am wildly popular and internet famous, here are a few well rehearsed impromptu quotes from imaginary readers who just can't get enough of reading me… feel free to adopt one as your very own and take credit, even…
what others are saying:"the epitome of mindless self-indulgence!"
~ Shallot Genes ~
"self-absorbed me-ness at it's best!"
~ Ebert & Siskel's Former Valet ~
"ridiculously eccentric and often just utter nonsense!"
~ Rush Limburger ~
"appears meaningless at first glance… sometimes at second glance as well."
~ Carl Sagan's Plumber ~
"a smoldering smattering of life, the universe, and everything."
~ Douglas Adam's Dentist ~
"doing the time warp in relative RealTime™"
~ Tim Curry Goat ~
"cartoons were never like this!"
~ Bugs Bunny's Agent ~
"i knew him in high school, he was crazy then too"
~ Former High School Principal ~
"he was always great at petting"
~ Chowder, Former High School Principal's Dog ~
"more interesting than molding bread!"
~ Billy Crystallis ~
"more fun than wasting time!"
~ William Robins ~
"this is without the drugs."
~ Cheech & Chong ~
oh, the humanity… but of course, each of these might have infinitely more validity and power with an actual reader's name between the ~ ~ things… or you could be wholly more clever and present your own for consideration in publicity material for me and all that this blog represents (which is pretty much dozens of other blogs that are mostly me, but i can't imagine where those first two quotes come from (special effects: `") and I have no idea what that means because i think i fell asleep in the midst of starting that parentheses in the midst of the thought in the midst of this paragraph in the midst of this entry (hey, bear with me, this sort of typing it out takes great patients, almost as much as it does to actually read this) in the midst of this RealTime™ blog in the midst of the myriad of blogs and other self-important self-mockeries and irrelevant irreverences that is the lofty ridiculousness called the written gardens which pretends to be some massive undertaking worth notoriety and fame and fortune and great respect from all humanity and gods and cosmic beings in all the infiniverses and beyond, so nevermind…
George Carlin refused to comment at this time…
~ George Carlin ~
but i do believe that a small hedgehog once had something to do with something that may have had something to do with something that probably relates to something here or somewhere sometime, at least… and if you want to see me bloated and pretending it doesn't matter, the photos are starting to pop up all over the meetup sites, humiliating as they may be, forcing me to take a glance, at least, at the ever so un-special effects of over-eating and lack of exercise that is so unappealing to me because it is a direct visual measure of self-love (or self-loathing) or more accurately, self-ambivalence which reflect the general (and specific) ambivalence (and ambivalences) bout everything…
maybe it was science that blinded everyone to the facts (dumbing down, again, may be the culprit), but the science could provide concrete directions if enough people would only take their heads out of each other's asses long enough to realize we, collectively as a species, have been living in denial and lying to ourselves and each other in such a ridiculous self-important delusion that we are blind to our own self-destruction and the true potential of life, the universe, and everything… what was that about November something-or-other, 2012?... or was it December?... well, for me personally, if it's December, it may be alright…
and that taught me the lessons
that put things into perspective
and helped me to realize
whatever… meanwhile, step on me as if i were an ant and feel the power of snuffing out a life and when someone steps on you as if you were an ant you may no longer have the opportunity to understand the futility and foolishness of the pretense of self-importance that dominated your experience and decision and therein fooled you into paying attention to so few relatively meaningless things and missing out on so many amazing things that might have brought so much more meaning to your life, but then, in a moment, it's all gone…
and the latest playlist plays in alphabetical order:
The Abomination - Art In Manila
after all that, it's come to this (featuring amy millan) - Amos the Transparent
And I Love You So - Don McLean
Anything But Ordinary - Avril Lavigne
Anything You Love - Art In Manila
Believe - Elton John
Castles In The Air - Don McLean
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Children Of The World - Donovan
Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge
Crossroads - Don McLean
Do It Again - Nada Surf
Don't Let it Bring You Down - Alexa Ray Joel
Don't You Want To Be There - Jackson Browne
For My Lady - The Moody Blues
The Game - Art In Manila
Glory Box - Portishead
Golden Dawn - Art In Manila
Had To Fall In Love - The Moody Blues
Hands Open - Snow Patrol
Haunted - The Moody Blues
The Heart of Me - Alexa Ray Joel
Heart To Heart - John Denver
I'm Just A Singer (In A Rock And Roll Band) - The Moody Blues
I'm The Only One - Melissa Etheridge
I'm With You - Avril Lavigne
I Know You're Out There Somewhere - The Moody Blues
I Thought I Was Free - Art In Manila
I Will Never Be The Same - Melissa Etheridge
If I Wanted To - Melissa Etheridge
Inside Of Love - Nada Surf
Islands - John Denver
Isn't Life Strange - The Moody Blues
The Land Of Make-Believe - The Moody Blues
Lonely People - America
Lost In A Lost World - The Moody Blues
Naked - Avril Lavigne
New Horizons - The Moody Blues
Nights In White Satin - The Moody Blues
Nobody's Fool - Avril Lavigne
Our Addictions - Art In Manila
Perhaps Love - John Denver
Please - Elton John
Precious Pearl - Art In Manila
Resist - Melissa Etheridge
Sandman - America
Say It With Love - The Moody Blues
Seasons Of The Heart - John Denver
See These Bones - Nada Surf
Set The Woods On Fire - Art In Manila
Silent Legacy - Melissa Etheridge
Slow Down World - Donovan
Song of Yesterday - Alexa Ray Joel
Spirit, Run - Art In Manila
The Sweat Descends - Art In Manila
Talking To My Angel - Melissa Etheridge
Time Gets Us All - Art In Manila
Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne
Too Much To Ask - Avril Lavigne
Vincent - Don McLean
What One Man Can Do - John Denver
When You're A Free Man The Moody Blues
Yes I Am Melissa Etheridge
You And Me - The Moody Blues
so you see, i have not had time for my usual browsing around this weekend... and i haven't even catch up on the actual events in Real... party on saturday... carolling on sunday... and here we are, running off at the fingers like we used to... fun fun fun and it can get better than this, but only with intimacy, so for what we've got for the moment, this is good... hope it's all good for you too... even if you missed to profound linkages and amazing rhymes (even the perversions diary was populated, aye?) sprinkled throughout the web world in this latest mini-explosion... be good to yourself and let yourself explode a little too... and thank you for attending the party... i hope to revisit you very soon...
and this may have been yet another part one…
Labels: amused, babble, balance, egmo, ego, erreverence, farts, loneliness, love, meetup, mtmm, perspective, pervs, politics, quasi-science, relativity, religion, self-destruct, semi-philosophy, serious
posted by candoor at 11:16 PM
7 Comments:
Part of the problem with the devout is their lack of sense of humor, laughing seemingly being equal to sacrilege, when really laughing could deepen their own experience of their own religion by weeding out some of the absurd (and there is much weeding to be done), calling it out, pointing at it and just having a good belly laugh.
You might want to check out 1word.wordpress.com, a new blog by a commenter you may have seen occasionally at my blog who seems to also have recognized the value of the lighter side, even when spirituality is an important part of your life.
1word.wordpress.com
Here's wishing you a bouncy, fun week...sending you love and hugs and smiles to kick start your Monday :)
atheists are free thinkers?
okay i may fall for agnostix are free thinkers, but pissant atheists are just kissass scientific-materialist arrogant pricks, stop attending or i will laugh at you till the universe burns out and after.
for you, i shall copy and paste and save the web address and visit as time permits... i'll try to keep my irreverence in my pants, though i am finding it most challenging to take anything outside of my immediate reach seriously these days and ignoring much of what is within my reach doesn't help at that and i just haven't felt much like flipping the on switch on my heart of late...
i am either too amused or too ambivalent or too depressed or too something, but it still feels like i am having fun and the feedback i get seems to corroborate that (well, at least some of the carolers were enjoying the kazoo and the kids giggled and gawked a lot and kids know fun)...
sometimes i'm just in the dance band on the titanic playing my heart out cuz there's nothing better to do, ya know?...
well, there's always hope :)
thanks for the happy energy, it's missed when it doesn't come around as often...
meanwhile, in the z-zone...
we have that debate, the atheists and me... i accept them as people with blind faith just like the religious folk, even though they see themselves as very different than religious folk and in some big ways, like how they are treated by society as a whole, they are different, but essentially atheists have as much blind faith that there is no god as religious people have that there is... sometimes even more... but they're a fun bunch of deviants...
they gave me the kazoo, after all...
i go to parties, to game nights, to whatever might be interesting or amusing where a group of people are gathering for some other reason than to drink or shop the human meat market...
the couch potato gig just isn't working for me, in spite of the heavy influences at home...
yesterday the self-appointed choral leaders said we were going to do Joy to the World and I started singing Jeremiah was a bullfrog after leading into the line with a hard core kazoo jam...
everybody just stopped and started as the whole hospital atrium echoed and grew very silent around me... then a half dozen people burst out in laughter and joined in... we stopped when we started forgetting the words and sounding even funnier than we did when we were singing...
we did the other Joy to the World next and i really think there was more actual joy to it cuz of the kazoo and Jeremiah :)
tomorrow is This Is Spinal Tap, the director's cut, with the film group... one of these days i'll find someone who really does enjoy it all and oh, what madness and havoc will ensure... until then i'll just wander from group to group amusing myself and anyone else who is easily amused...
laugh well and enjoy it, that's what friends are for :)
and everybody's welcome as long as they have fun... even if they don't have kazoos :)
or babblefish, even...
oh come on, fun!... how many eays can you spell fun?... tell me the entries are brilliant, genius, amazing, lie to me like Sheryle Crow said...
but don't tell me you're lieing, or lying, for that matter... leave me my delusions of grandeur :)
feigns fainting...
too much, aye?
or simply too meaningless...
obviously, perhaps :)
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