tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85581266710928655562024-02-20T17:29:17.177+00:00To Scape The Serpent's TongueSpotlight On What's ImportantAlex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.comBlogger579125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-53073449405969269972024-01-17T06:33:00.001+00:002024-01-17T06:33:15.563+00:00Workout Routine Soundtrack<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.wellintra.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/tips-for-yoga-teachers-1200x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Yoga Class" border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://www.wellintra.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/tips-for-yoga-teachers-1200x900.jpg" title="Yoga Workout Soundtrack" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="text-align: left;">This is a workout routine soundtrack I accepted from a friend.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://audio.com/alex-greene-hypnotist/audio/jerdehl-s-routine-track-3" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Workout Soundtrack</span></a><br /></p>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-64650234971023753392023-07-29T08:58:00.003+01:002023-07-29T08:59:42.285+01:00Dream [Poached from Substack]<p>Source: <a href="https://passingforhuman.substack.com/p/dream">https://passingforhuman.substack.com/p/dream</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Ff4e057b9-4275-4bde-892a-119cdaa0dd43_570x1177.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="387" height="800" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Ff4e057b9-4275-4bde-892a-119cdaa0dd43_570x1177.jpeg" width="387" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">I dreamed I was in a Buddhist monastery. My eyes opened. I’d just had a moment of satori. But everybody else was sitting around with their eyes closed, and I did not wish to disturb them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">So I went out into the courtyard and found some women sweeping the floor.</p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">I told the closest woman that I’d just reached enlightenment. She pointed to a spare broom in the corner of the courtyard.</p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">I got to sweeping, and kept pace with the woman I’d spoken to.</p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">‘How can I describe enlightenment to you?’ I asked her.</p><p style="--tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0px;">‘No need,’ the woman replies. ‘We reach enlightenment all the time. We just don’t tell the men on their little pedestals. Let them struggle to find enlightenment. It keeps them out of the way, so they don’t trip over their robes and cause too much of a mess. Enlightenment is always right here, on the end of this broom.’</p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-11835698621826432852023-07-24T23:02:00.001+01:002023-07-24T23:02:18.208+01:002023-07-24 The Dead Twitter Sketch<dl><dl><p style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">In honour of a spoiled megalomaniacal manchild rebranding his $44 billion Edsel of a website, removing its famous blue bird icon and replacing it with an X.</span></i></p><p><i style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">A customer enters a pet shop.</span></i></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(The owner does not respond.)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: What do you mean "miss"?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: (pause)I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: We're closin' for lunch.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this website what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Blue Icon bird ...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead website when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Blue Icon, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: The plumage don't enter into it. It's just an X.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Blue Bird website! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you show ...</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(owner hits the server)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: There, he moved!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the server!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: I never!!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: I never, never did anything...</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELON BIRDY!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(Takes website out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead website.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Blue Icon birds stun easily, major.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That website is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged tweet.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the followers.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: PININ' for the FOLLOWERS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: The Blue Icon prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, is'nit, squire? Lovely X!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that website when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(pause)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you paid 44 billion bucks into it! 'E's bleedin' demised!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: No no! 'E's pining!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This website is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined Friendster, MySpace and Geocities!! THIS IS AN EX-website!!</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(pause)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Well, I'd better replace it, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of websites.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: I see. I see, I get the picture.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: (pause) I got a slug.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(pause)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Pray, does it talk?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: Nnnnot really.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: Well.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">(pause)</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Owner: (quietly) D'you.... d'you want to come back to my place?</i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;"><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: Calibri;"><i style="background-color: black;">Mr. Praline: (looks around) Yeah, all right, sure.</i></span></p></dl></dl>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-4473748371814542802022-09-15T20:03:00.000+01:002022-09-15T20:03:01.391+01:00Jean Michel Jarre - Oxygene 19 (Nohs Nightmare Romp Remix)Currently dancing to this, with the inspiration for a new Spiral Room blog story emerging.<p>
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Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-31476728425735352752019-01-01T10:35:00.001+00:002019-01-01T10:35:55.995+00:00Happy New Year!I'm writing this in 2019. Have a happy and fulfilling New Year, everyone!<br />
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First of all, my personal history in <b><a href="https://the-hypnotician.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Hypnotician</a></b> was just updated this morning.<br />
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<b><a href="https://the-hypnotician.blogspot.com/2018/12/how-i-became-hypnotician-part-1_26.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 1</a></b></div>
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<b><a href="https://the-hypnotician.blogspot.com/2018/12/how-i-became-hypnotician-part-2.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 2</a></b></div>
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<b><a href="https://the-hypnotician.blogspot.com/2018/12/how-i-became-hypnotician-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a></b></div>
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My blog on <b><a href="https://fiat-knox.dreamwidth.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Dreamwidth</a></b> has also been updated, with a <b><a href="https://fiat-knox.dreamwidth.org/1218073.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">New Year's message</a></b>.<br />
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And lastly, I will be starting this new year writing - mostly short verbal scripts for The Hypnotician, but also MC stories for Literotica and the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive and perhaps some fanfic for Archive Of Our Own.<br />
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I plan on being busy with writing this year.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-82654196620418690852018-12-17T13:07:00.001+00:002023-05-21T18:56:00.989+01:002018-12-17 - The Great tumblr Diaspora - EditedOn 2018-12-03, tumblr announced that all adult materials would be banned from tumblr, effective as of 2018-12-17.<p>
<b>Edit:</b> Turns out that tumblr actually capitulated. The Diaspora is over. Come back to tumblr.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-10959663409801778452018-12-17T11:50:00.001+00:002018-12-17T11:50:40.686+00:002018-12-17 - Reopening The OfficeIt's been a while since I posted here, and in the light of recent online events I figured I might as well open this old office, dust off what looks like several inches of dust from the old teak desk, open up a fresh bottle, and pour myself a shot glass.<br />
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Prune juice. A warrior's drink.<br />
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And with that, To Scape The Serpent's Tongue is back in business.<br />
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Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-85033034506790497912016-10-10T21:29:00.000+01:002016-10-10T21:29:13.120+01:00Eagle Kills Drone - VideoIf you remember <a href="http://toscapetheserpentstongue.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/hawk-attack.html?spref=fb">this blog post</a>, where a hawk attacked and brought down a drone, here's one where an eagle brought one down and took it back, presumably to try and consume:-<br />
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vdgvlHH3JSA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-62042115655658745282015-11-10T21:02:00.001+00:002015-11-11T00:22:31.789+00:00Organic Practical - A Memory From Way Way Back<center><img src="https://36.media.tumblr.com/9de5b7694ac4155b5d79a1d6068a7c1d/tumblr_inline_nxmaepNRgX1r1p4b0_540.jpg" width=500></center><br />
A long time ago, I dropped out of an Organic Chemistry degree.<br />
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I was in the first year. Barely a few months in. There was a practical. Thursday afternoon, practical. We had the job of making an organic compound. It was a solid, granular, crystalline product. We were given two weeks to synthesise it from phenetole and other compounds.<br />
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Not only were we to synthesise it - we had to purify the stuff and weigh it, check its purity after repeated extractions and crystallisations.<br />
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So after a week and a half, I had all of this stuff together in a conical flask, ready to begin the process of making the crystalline solid, when the KLUTZ at the bench next to me knocked my conical flask into the sink.<br />
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I just stood there, watching as one and a half weeks’ work drained away down the sink, and the stricken face of the student. I remember slowly, methodically, collecting each glass piece as the teacher watched, horrified. For safety’s sake, each glass piece went into a sharps bin that the teacher supplied me. I silently cleaned up the mess on the bench, packed all my gear away, checked that the student on the other side of me was all right - she was numb with shock - wrote something my my lab book, handed in my lab book, and just left the lab with the whole lab full of first year students staring at me.<br />
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About the only thing I said was “Are you all right?” to the innocent student to my right. Each lab experiment I made began with "Experiment began,” date, time by the laboratory clock over the door, “Session ended,” same date/time notation , and “Experiment continued,” same date/time notation. I noted the apparatus used, noted the clearing away of the apparatus at the end of each session, even the room temp during each session. I used to be meticulous like that.<br />
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That day’s note in the lab book read “Experiment could not be completed due to mishap,” followed by “Experiment ended,” date, time. Signed.<br />
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I never went back to that lab, or to that course, again.<br />
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Eventually, in 1995, I wound up doing a Computer Studies course and I got a BSc (Hons) 2:1. But I recently found myself wondering about that lab incident, and how it just utterly, totally, changed my life.<br />
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I got my first taste of what it was like being an adult - that you could put your heart and soul into a project, and get nothing, NOTHING, to show for it as a result.<br />
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It took me a long time after that to find my feet, to find my purpose - and I have been following my purpose since. But thanks to that KLUTZ next to me, whose name I cannot even remember now, I have reminded myself always to pursue only those goals where I would have, at the end, something to show for it, even if the only thing was one person smiling.<br />
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And I have always remembered that lesson that if you are faced with a situation where something you have been working so hard on turns out to be a waste of your time, you can still quietly wash your hands of it, turn and walk away, taking your dignity with you. If nothing else, you can at least leave with that.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-14294095346206912662015-08-11T19:48:00.003+01:002015-08-11T19:48:27.728+01:00Censorious ISPMy ISP has been giving me grief today, blocking access to websites containing "content unsuitable for 18 year olds."<br />
<br />
I'm the bill payer, I am an adult, and I'm the only resident. No kids or vulnerable adults here.<br />
<br />
ISPs are being told to crack down on content that is dangerous to this government, in the guise of censoring pornography. It doesn't take any effort at all to tick off violence, gambling, crime, blogging, protests and legitimate activities to promote democracy and weaken corrupt tyrannies from taking over the government as "extremism" and "pornography" and block access to them.<br />
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In the long term, it means that my blog might suddenly stop because I won't be able to access the thing at all - not, at least, through my ISP, which is TalkTalk. I doubt any of the others are going to be any different. I can't access half of these sites from public terminals these days because it's the same in town.<br />
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So if I seem to vanish, and my posts dry up, you know why. And if I do go dark and quiet, I do apologise in advance. You'll be able to <a href="mailto:atgreene@hotmail.com"><b>email me</b></a> to correspond with me directly - at least, until the day they cut me off from there, too.<br />
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Crossposting to everywhere else.<br />
Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-47404743980831120512015-07-28T23:30:00.001+01:002015-07-28T23:44:19.429+01:00Principia Discordia - The Parable of The Bitter Tea<a href="http://principiadiscordia.com/book/44.php" target=_blank><b>Principia Discordia - The Parable of The Bitter Tea</b></a><br />
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FOR YOUR<br />
ENLIGHTENMENT<br />
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THE PARABLE OF THE BITTER TEA<br />
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by Rev. Dr. Hypocrates Magoun, P.P.<br />
POEE PRIEST, Okinawa Cabal<br />
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When Hypoc was through meditating with St. Gulik, he went there into the kitchen where he busied himself with preparing the feast and in his endeavor, he found that there was some old tea in a pan left standing from the night before, when he had in his weakness forgot about its making and had let it sit steeping for 24 hours. It was dark and murky and it was Hypoc's intention to use this old tea by diluting it with water. And again in his weakness, chose without further consideration and plunged into the physical labor of the preparations. It was then when deeply immersed in the pleasure of that trip, he had a sudden loud clear voice in his head saying "it is bitter tea that involves you so." Hypoc heard the voice, but the struggle inside intensified, and the pattern, previously established with the physical laboring and the muscle messages coordinated and unified or perhaps coded, continued to exert their influence and Hypoc succummed to the pressure and he denied the voice.<br />
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And again he plunged into the physical orgy and completed the task, and Lo as the voice had predicted, the tea was bitter.<br />
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"The Five Laws have root in awareness."<br />
--Che Fung (Ezra Pound, Canto 85)<br />
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The Hell Law says that Hell is reserved exclus-<br />
ively for them that believe in it. Further,<br />
the lowest Rung in Hell is reserved for them<br />
that believe in it on the supposition that<br />
they'll go there if they don't.<br />
HBT; The Gospel According to Fred, 3:1<br />
Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-13909618785657460422015-07-28T23:30:00.000+01:002015-07-28T23:37:47.557+01:00Taking The PissA conversation I just had today with my bestie, T.<br />
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<b>wolfsheart9:</b> Now, one of the other tea brands here that I would suggest you avoid like the plague if you visit the States -- it's called Lusianna. Holy shit, that is some noxious crap. If I had to imagine the American "Tea Party" (bastards don't deserve that name) drinking tea, it would be Lusianna.<br />
<b>Me:</b> LOL It sounds like the leavings we'd have thrown off the ship ourselves. Sounds as if they threw the good stuff overboard and hadn't realised that all the crap stuff was already on the shore.<br />
<b>Me:</b> Now if they'd thought ahead, they could have taken all the good stuff off the ship onto the docks, swapped it for the crap stuff and thrown <i>that</i> overboard.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> I think it's the tea leaves that natives wipe their asses with then slip into the drying bags they trade with the colonizing white jerks.<br />
<b>Me:</b> LMAOOO<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> This might not be relevant to you because you guys don't drink iced tea, but when iced tea has been left in the tea bins (after it's been made) in a restaurant for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours (or even at home if you do this in the pitcher) after what holds the tea hasn't been cleaned out for a day or two, the tea winds up with this taste that Jeff used to call "skunky" -- it's BAD. It's just...you wouldn't even feed this iced tea to Jean-fucking-Grey if she was dying of thirst and you wanted to punish her. It's THAT bad.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> But that's how Lusianne iced tea tastes FRESH.<br />
<b>Me:</b> Oh gods.<br />
<b>Me:</b> It's the Discordian <a href="http://principiadiscordia.com/book/44.php" target=_blank><b>Parable of the Bitter Tea</b></a>.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> It's nasty motherfucking stuff.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> It's so bad, you'd volunteer in a watersports-piss drinking scene at a sweaty BDSM club just to get the taste of that tea out of your mouth.<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> ...<br />
<b>Me:</b> That thought has left me speechless.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> :))<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> It is BAD TEA.<br />
<b>Me:</b> Dave Lister of Red Dwarf could not have come up with that imagery.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> *bows flamboyantly*<br />
<b>Me:</b> LOLOL<br />
<b>Me:</b> I am saving this entire conversation just for that line.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> :))<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> I should, too.<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> Actually, I'll post it to LJ for reference.<br />
<b>Me:</b> hehehe I'm saving it as "2015 07 28 the piss tea convo with tracy"<br />
<b>wolfsheart9:</b> LOL<br />
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It's been a long, long time since I had a conversation as epic as this one.<br />
Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-78751666040044115452015-06-21T21:00:00.000+01:002015-06-21T21:00:00.709+01:0023 Emotions People Feel, But Can’t Explain - PostThe original post can be found on <a href="http://weepinglucifer.tumblr.com/post/122093675538/23-emotions-people-feel-but-cant-explain"><b>tumblr</b></a>.<br />
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<b>Sonder:</b> The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.<br />
<b>Opia:</b> The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.<br />
<b>Monachopsis:</b> The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.<br />
<b>Énouement:</b> The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.<br />
<b>Vellichor:</b> The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.<br />
<b>Rubatosis:</b> The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.<br />
<b>Kenopsia:</b> The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.<br />
<b>Mauerbauertraurigkeit:</b> The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.<br />
<b>Jouska:</b> A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.<br />
<b>Chrysalism:</b> The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.<br />
<b>Vemödalen:</b> The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.<br />
<b>Anecdoche:</b> A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening<br />
<b>Ellipsism:</b> A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.<br />
<b>Kuebiko:</b> A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.<br />
<b>Lachesism:</b> The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.<br />
<b>Exulansis:</b> The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.<br />
<b>Adronitis:</b> Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.<br />
<b>Rückkehrunruhe:</b> The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.<br />
<b>Nodus Tollens:</b> The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.<br />
<b>Onism:</b> The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.<br />
<b>Liberosis:</b> The desire to care less about things.<br />
<b>Altschmerz:</b> Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.<br />
<b>Occhiolism:</b> The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.<br />
Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-52878214702726150352015-05-08T18:11:00.001+01:002015-05-08T18:11:34.430+01:00Ed Miliband's ApologySo Ed Miliband has sent out an email to everybody he's let down.<br />
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Here's what he wrote.<br />
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This is not the email I wanted to be writing to you today. I am profoundly sorry for the defeat we suffered, and more grateful than I can express for the support that you have shown me, and our party, throughout this campaign.<br />
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I take full responsibility for the result of the election, and that’s why it’s absolutely right that I step down as Labour’s leader today.<br />
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It has been the utmost privilege to serve this party as your leader, and to spend the last four-and-a-half years fighting for the millions of British families who need and deserve the fairness, compassion and opportunity that only a Labour government can provide.<br />
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Yet while defeats are hard, we are a party that will never stop fighting for the working people of this country. Britain needs a strong Labour Party and it is the responsibility of each of us to continue the fight. The stakes are too high to wait for others to lead.<br />
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It isn’t simply leaders who achieve change, it is people that make change happen. I will never give up on that idea, I will never give up on our cause and I will never give up on our fight.<br />
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Thank you again for everything, and please, keep on fighting too. The course of progress and social justice is never simple or straightforward, and change happens because people like us don’t give up.<br />
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Yours,<br />
Ed<br />
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And here is my reply to the erstwhile Labour leader:-<br />
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That has to include unemployed and disabled people, and grassroots groups such as Bring Back British Rail and others such as ORG, People's Assembly and many others.<br />
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Labour have ignored these people and thought they would be able to go their own way with their austerity - lite message.<br />
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You just learned the hard way that you were wrong.<br />
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Apology accepted. But now give a thought to the millions who are going to end up suffering all across the UK, all because they have no choice but to live under the tories' brutal, cruel cuts and ideological dehumanisation of unemployed people, poor people and disabled people.<br />
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Hate crimes are going to go up, violence and deprivation will increase - this country is going to burn, because of Labour policy failure.<br />
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If you have a hope at all, reach out and embrace the SNP, Plaid and the Greens. Your numbers will have to count from now on. Even talk to the Lib Dems - maybe their new leader won't be a Cameron crony like Clegg, and they have got a lot of rebuilding to do.<br />
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As does Labour.<br />
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You really should not have sat by and tacitly approved the tories' dehumanisation of the non-working poor people of Britain. Theirs would have been the swing vote - but they all voted for ukip because they sang a better tune than Ed Balls' tory-lite, austerity-lite dirge. True, ukip were lying through their teeth - but they found a better home amid liars than among men who promised suffering and meant it.<br />
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So really, while I accept your apology, I can never really forgive - because millions of deaths are now going to happen across the UK, through cuts, cuts and more tory cuts. You had a chance to deliver us from them, and you failed - not because you were the same as them, but because nobody liked your message.<br />
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Oh, and siding with Westminster against Scotland in the referendum? You shot yourselves in the head there. That, nobody will forgive Labour for.<br />
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Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-69661577471411539702015-05-08T10:54:00.003+01:002015-05-08T10:54:21.981+01:00Ideological WarHaven't blogged here for a while; but in the light of this morning's woeful election result, in which the British public proved that they were selfish and thick as pig shit by voting for the tories in landslide numbers, I thought I'd share this post which I originally put up on <a href="http://chaotic-hypnotic-erotic.tumblr.com/post/118433408486" target=_blank><b>my tumblr blog, HExEr</b></a>.<br />
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I think I can see how my friend felt, the night before she got called to the doctor.<br />
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She’d been told the risks, she’d gone on the treatment, she’d put all her faith in the cure. The night before, she’d fretted and sweated. And in the morning, the doctor told her something that made her wish she’d stayed in bed.<br />
Not only had the cure not been effective - it looked as if the cure had exacerbated her cancer. Tumours were everywhere, and all the doctor could do now was prescribe palliative care for her.<br />
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I’ve been following politics, now, for 36 years, and last night’s election result was like tracking the course of terminal cancer. Tory MPs have not gained seats - they have metastasised.<br />
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My friend fought that cancer right up to her dying breath. What’s left of Britain who has not given over to cynicism and selfishness, must now do the same.<br />
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We are in a state of war. An ideological war, against a cancerous political ideology. Everyone who voted for the tories in this election is like a cancer cell. They were once healthy, but they gave themselves over to this blue ideological cancer.<br />
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We’ve done things in the traditional way, and it has been spectacularly, woefully, grievously ineffective. Selfish people turned out to vote, and unselfish people stayed at home, resulting in a political landscape where blue patches have spread throughout the body of the United Kingdom like a wash of freshly necrotised tissues, a network of mestastatising rotting flesh and blue lesions like gaping wounds.<br />
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The cure, Labour, turned out to be worse than the disease.<br />
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And so all we've got left is to fight the ideology. Fight the selfishness that sent the tory voters to the polls to vote for more foodbanks, more sanctions, more cruelty, the return of foxhunting, ineffectual badger culls which served no purpose but to provide sport, more zero hours contracts, no more NHS, and fracking everywhere beneath your feet without permission.<br />
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We have to tackle the rot at its core. Or otherwise the United Kingdom is going to be a terminal patient, forgoing all treatment, in the corner and in denial, getting drunk and playing Candy Crush until the end comes.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-79497075382899809972015-04-05T21:00:00.000+01:002015-04-05T21:00:03.234+01:00April HiatusI'm taking a break for the month of April 2015, while I get Project A done.<br />
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Back on 2015 05 03.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-70958962575236895372015-03-17T23:04:00.000+00:002015-03-17T23:04:12.262+00:00GNU Terry Pratchett<center><i>"You know they'll never really die while the Trunk is alive[...]<br />
It lives while the code is shifted, and they live with it, always Going Home."</i><br />
- Lipwig von Moist, <i>Going Postal</i>, Chapter 13</center>In Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, the clacks are a series of semaphore towers loosely based on the concept of the telegraph. Invented by an artificer named Robert Dearheart, the towers could send messages "at the speed of light" using standardized codes. Three of these codes are of particular import:<br />
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<center><b>G</b>: send the message on<br />
<b>N</b>: do not log the message<br />
<b>U</b>: turn the message around at the end of the line and send it back again</center>When Dearheart died, his name was inserted into the overhead of the clacks with a "GNU" in front of it to memorialize him forever (or for at least as long as the clacks are standing.)<br />
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<center><i>"A man is not dead while his name is still spoken."</i><br />
- <i>Going Postal</i>, Chapter 4 prologue<br />
Keeping the legacy of Sir Terry Pratchett alive forever.<br />
For as long as his name is still passed along the Clacks1,<br />
Death can't have him.<br />
<br />
You can find out how you can contribute to keeping Terry Pratchett's name spoken<br />
by visiting the link here.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gnuterrypratchett.com/" target=_blank><b>http://www.gnuterrypratchett.com/</b></a></center><br />
On a personal note, all of my blogs now carry a meta tag in the heading. Opening any page of my blogs, including my tumblr ones, invokes the meta tag and keeps the name bouncing around the internet.<br />
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I've also taken the liberty of including another meta tag invoking the same protocol, but this one dedicated to "GNU Leonard Nimoy."<br />
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<center><i>"He's really not dead, as long as we remember him."</i><br />
- Dr McCoy, Leonard H, <i>Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan</i><br />
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<img src="http://www.metalinjection.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Leonard-Nimoy.jpg" width=350> <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/shortcuts/2015/mar/17/terry-pratchetts-name-lives-on-in-the-clacks-with-hidden-web-code" target=_blank><img src="http://i.guim.co.uk/static/w-1920/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/3/17/1426607498682/Terry-Pratchett-in-2011.-009.jpg" width=350></a></center>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-38623633753619122392015-02-08T18:00:00.000+00:002015-02-08T18:00:02.180+00:00Fiction Versus RealitySomeone on my f'list has a problem separating reality from fiction. They got scared shitless by my Cassie and Alison stories, and it cost me heavily, all because they could not cope with the understanding that people sometimes write things that are not real.<br />
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Here is my official reply to hysterical, stupid, silly people.<br />
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"I have to update this for those people who, for some reason, have a problem separating reality from things that are not real.<br />
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"The following things are not real: Cinderella, Doctor Who, Star Trek, Stargate SG-1, The World of Darkness and the fiction that I write.<br />
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"Stuff like cars, taxes, the weather? That lot is all real.<br />
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"Fiction, that thing that I write on my blogs: NOT real.<br />
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"Understand now?"Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-85060516285552439582015-01-29T23:09:00.000+00:002015-01-29T23:09:57.872+00:00TV Presenter Cracks UpA classic post from an ITV quiz show, "The Chase," presented by television personality Bradley Walsh.<br />
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Some time during the show, this sporting question appeared. The innocently-named sports personality reduced Bradley's stoic exterior, and even the Chaser (the woman) to helplessness.<br />
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In an article posted 2015 01 29, Yahoo News reports on an expected development of the proposed net neutrality protection bill.<br />
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<i>WASHINGTON (Reuters) - New U.S. "net neutrality" rules are expected to regulate for the first time deals in which content companies such as Netflix Inc pay broadband providers to connect with their networks for smooth downloads, according to people familiar with the plan</i> ... <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/u-net-neutrality-rules-expected-cover-interconnection-deals-013249585--finance.html" target=_blank><b>Read more</b></a>Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558126671092865556.post-59947687295992073562015-01-27T19:00:00.000+00:002015-01-27T19:00:00.084+00:00FCC Net Neutrality Vote Countdown ClockThe most important fight of the internet's history is upon us. This is the countdown to Tom Wheeler's crucial vote to allow, or ban, corporations from killing net neutrality.<br />
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All of my blogs now have a landing page. The landing page for this blog is, in fact, the <a href="http://toscapetheserpentstongue.blogspot.co.uk/p/welcome.html" target=_blank><b>master landing page</b></a> for the whole family.<br />
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The other blogs are:-<br />
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<center><table border=10 cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10><tr><td align=center><a href="http://tosleep-perchancetodream.blogspot.com/p/welcome.html" target=_blank><b>Perchance To Dream</b> - dreams and nightmares</a></td> <td align=center><a href="http://tosleep-perchancetodream.blogspot.com/" target=_blank><b><i>(latest post)</i></b></a></td></tr>
<tr><td align=center><a href="http://the-stainless-steel-blog.blogspot.com/p/welcome.html" target=_blank><b>The Stainless Steel Blog</b> - science fiction and fantasy</a></td> <td align=center><a href="http://the-stainless-steel-blog.blogspot.com/" target=_blank><b><i>(latest post)</i></b></a></td></tr>
<tr><td align=center><a href="http://klingonteachings.blogspot.com/p/nuqneh-nuqneh-is-universal-one-size.html" target=_blank><b>Klingon Teachings</b> - Klingon language tutorials</a></td> <td align=center><a href="http://klingonteachings.blogspot.com/" target=_blank><b><i>(latest post)</i></b></a></td></tr>
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Some of you might not have visited the other blogs before. In which case, please feel free to explore.<br />
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Enjoy.Alex Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770416521939518665noreply@blogger.com0