Holy God, Noooooooo.....!!!!!!!

star viscera

Science prepares to "determine what the boundaries" of human-animal gene slicing might be.
The Vatican weighs in on aliens.
Extraterrestrial legislation goes to vote in Denver.
Realistic space exploration and civilization type theory.
Shrimp eye sees into deeper realms of light.

In the early morning hours of Wednesday, Dec. 9th, the sky over Norway was filled with a spiraling blue light pattern. Brighter than the moon, it appeared for several minutes, thousands of people witnessing it, many shooting shaky pictures and video.
No coherent explanation has yet been proposed. Both End-Time Christians and UFO apocalypse enthusiasts are filled with giddy speculation. Knee jerk skeptics are already sure it's either the Northern Lights or a weather balloon "lit up by the sun from underneath."

unholy sustenance portion control

trash
You are not special.
Raw food religion and still more ignorant suffering.
Make sure your diet is righteous.
Whether wild or farm raised or immaculately formed by the hand of god almighty,the photo is real, and some rednecks made sausage out of this behemoth hog.
Big fish eaten by bigger fish.
Huge Belgian cows.
Worlds largest mafias.
Origins of universal monster myth.

29 years ago today someone shot down John Lennon. That scumfuck is forgotten and in Hell now, and people still sing John's songs.

Ink in their veins

crazy bastards who do comics-
Jonathan Hickman on the Nightly News.
Monsters, Maniacs, and Moore: Alan Moore in 1987.
Grant Morrison talks about magick and others talk about him.
Warren Ellis at a con.
Garth Ennis talks about The Boys.

spoiled sausage breakfast sandwich

Too Little, too late...

Students renew protest in Iran.
Beef recall expanded in several states.
Family of Amanda Knox are outraged that justice has been served to a convicted murderer. By foreigners. Roman Polanski remains abroad.

All the irritating facts of "ClimateGate" inspire knee-jerk rhetoric on both sides. Luckily, we have the smart and selfless people of the upcoming Climate Summit to tell us what's really up.

It's official, car exhaust is bad for you. Verdict is still out on cell phone radiation though.

We're broke. Far unspeakably beyond the concept normally imparted by the phrase "broke." And today we're starting the Surge in Afghanistan, mobilizing the entire stateside Marine Corp. And, not that it's new or surprising in any way, but what the hell is this.
"Some of the items that commanders may now leave behind [in Iraq], including passenger vehicles and generators, are among what commanders in Afghanistan need most urgently, according to Pentagon memos. "

Iraq's state military, now independently operating under it's own sovereign government, is notorious for selling equipment exactly like this or anything given them into the black market.
"Every type of gun that the Americans give comes to the market,” said Brig. Hassan Nouri, chief of the political investigations bureau for the Sulaimaniya district. “They go from the U.S. Army to the Iraqi Army to the smugglers."

So. We're leaving behind valuable, much needed equipment so that it can be sold directly into the hands of drug dealing warlords and a manipulated populace of suicidal zealots who will in turn employ it against our own troops, peace-keeping or otherwise. Fascinating. I'm sure this is more efficient in some way for somebody, but it ain't us.

Meanwhile, in exciting Afghanistan, the poorest goddam country in the world, $10 million sweet black market dollars in cash is smuggled out every day. Through the airport. On planes. Mostly for heroin. Our Heroin. Keep in mind that that much cash in one place, in say, $10 bills, would weigh 220.5 pounds and would make a continuous stack almost 36 feet tall, or it could be rearranged into a cube with 18-foot sides. I guess it's as easy to move that much drug money through an occupied militarized zone as it is to waltz through a secret service attachment at a formal state event.

Speaking of Heroin, our boy Karzai, newly elected in Afghanistan's first act of what we are told was democracy, completely denies, in feigned ignorance or diplomatic assurance of place, the recently revealed records indicating that his brother is The Major Player in moving all that poppy blossom powder around. Also unsurprising is the footnote that he did and does so while on the CIA payroll, has been for quite awhile.

"Ahmed Wali Karzai told the Times that he cooperates with American civilian and military officials but does not engage in the drug trade and does not receive payments from the CIA.
Karzai helps the CIA operate a paramilitary group, the Kandahar Strike Force, that is used for raids against suspected insurgents and terrorists, according to several American officials. Karzai also is paid for allowing the CIA and American Special Operations troops to rent a large compound outside the city, which also is the base of the Kandahar Strike Force, the Times said.
Karzai also helps the CIA communicate with and sometimes meet with Afghans loyal to the Taliban, the newspaper reported.
CIA spokesman George Little declined to comment on the report."

Of course, it gets confusing for everybody. If it was simple there would be a solution. But it's not, so there isn't.

Jeff Lint; the greatest sci-fi surrealist author to ever not exist...

"He was an extraordinary man who ranged over an extraordinary number of things, and I didn't like very many of them..." -Alan Moore

Jeff Lint, does a good impression of person.
This comic, "the holy barnacle of failure" was apparently a phase of ruin for all.

R Scott Bakker Interview

Hell yes. My hands-down favorite new author gives an interview and a few thoughts on the process. Another bit on a panel with George R. Martin. He is as weird and cynical as one would imagine. Enjoy.

...By the way, Fuck Twilight, in it's glittery virgin Mormon face.

small bleeding ribboned package of cheer

"Father christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father christmas, give us some money
Dont mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job cause he needs one
Hes got lots of mouths to feed
But if youve got one, Ill have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street"
-The Kinks don't believe. Not anymore.

Josh Homme, Dave Grohl, and John Paul Jones record as Them Crooked Vultures.
The Cramps are gonna tear this damn place up.
The way the world goes round; John Prine pickin in the kitchen.
Justin Vernon of Bon Iver makes weepy with guitar.
Jason Molina does a songs:ohia number.
Grizzly Bear's haunting harmonies.
The Department of Eagles have an excellent name and caterwaul sufficiently.
Bing and Bowie in fine television make-nice fashion.
Charles Mingus speaks.
Jack White builds a guitar out of nails and a bottle. And talks shit with Jimmy Page.
Bonafide professionals of hot jazz.

Horrible Mesmerizing Meat-Vision

"Existence is Appetite: the gnaw of being; the one attempt of all things to assimilate to some higher attempt...The Earth is a farm. We are someone else's property. "
-Charles Fort

...Television, Culture, Technology and Virus.
...The Zoo Hypothesis
Susan Blackmore talking about Memes and technology.
Kids in the Hot Dog Factory.
The Stasi Children's television workshop.
The War on Kids, Cevin Soling interview on Colbert Report.
A terrifying educational song about Pi.
Rowdy Roddy Piper sees the truth in They Live.
The underlying way of things as revealed in The Network.
Bizarre scenes in The Prisoner play it out on television.
Agent Cooper enters the Black Lodge.
Cult-Vision: Easy steps explained
James Woods gets a dose of the New Flesh in Videodrome
Brain parasites in snails and ants.
Parasites and the Blind Idiot God.

“Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. .... Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? .... You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?”
-Chuck Palahniuk

Strange Meat

Giant slaughter in Nepal.
Meat Vanity- Beef Jerky Business Cards.
Cloned meat production approved.
Meat from clones and their offspring now in the food supply.
Animal-free clone "meat" grown in a lab on the way.
Aliens hellbent on the continual mutilation of cows, perhaps for culinary purposes. Perhaps not.
Inside the gene-wars meat trade.
Warren Ellis has his thoughts on proper meat cookery printed on an apron.

There is the food. And the friends and family. And the drinking and football and day off from work and all that good shit. But Thanksgiving is really about the Last Waltz. There is little sweeter.

Bucket o' Buddy Rich:
In his prime.
Wanking, at top speeds.
Classic drum battle with Gene Krupa, one of Buddy's idols and influences.
Buddy and Animal battle on an episode of the Muppet Show. Every young punk has got to take a shot at the fastest gunslinger.
More showing off with the Muppets.
Buddy on one of his infamous rants. I assume this was also from backstage at the Muppet Show.

Choice Cuts:
Mr. Adre Williams with the Hot Club doing it just yesterday like it was 1950.
Johnny Cash and Carl Perkins in the studio.
T-Bone Walker crooning.
The Ink Spots worry. Probably about being dressed in fucking bellboy suits.
I don't know what this is but it feels so right.

This morning Paula Dean was hit in the face by a Ham.
While tossing around frozen turkeys and hogs collected at a holiday food-drive she was organizing, a misstep was made. Someone pitched a whole frozen ham through the air and it smashed her nose.
She seemed to take it in stride. I can only hope she has a Doc Brown-Issac Newton moment, the meat-concussion causing her swollen brain to produce the sort of strong-gripping hallucinations that clearly inspired the maniacal genius of the Lady's Brunch Burger.



"Ran head on into a hog...[I] have to be able to laugh, otherwise I'd be in a loony bin," she says.
This will not save you forever, Paula. We've all seen your show, watched you cackle deliriously the entire time you were on Iron Chef, throwing around sugar and meat and batter and bizarre southern anecdotes. Even the Asians were scared of you. It's just a matter of time before you just can't ever stop laughing, you crazy-brilliant woman.

“Only what we have lost forever do we possess forever. Only where there are are graves can there be resurrections. Only when we have drunk from the river of darkness can we truly see. Only when our legs have rotted off can we truly dance. As long as there is death, there is hope”
-Brother Theodore

"I feel as though we should move right into the religious material..."
Tom Waits does a little gospel tune

They turned the CERN particle-collider back on this week. I notice we are still here; no black hole chain reactions or gray-goo scenarios, or anything like that. However, this sort of speculation floating around in the highest theoretical circles that the universe might be bending back on itself to prevent our recreation, even in the most miniature, of early primal big-bang energy conditions is pretty interesting, if not alarming...

"Bech Nielsen of the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen and Masao Ninomiya of the Yukawa Institute for Theoretical Physics in Kyoto, Japan, have published several papers over the past year arguing that the CERN experiment may be the latest in a series of physics research projects whose purposes are so unacceptable to the universe that they are doomed to fail, subverted by the future."

That they have been pondering such things since before these first interferences is notable. That the undertaking of building a collider to find the Higgs-Boson has been harried by misfortune and error since it's inception is also remarkable, if only in retrospect.

"In 1993, the multibillion-dollar United States Superconducting Supercollider, which was designed to search for the Higgs, was abruptly canceled by Congress. In 2000, scientists at a previous CERN accelerator, LEP, said they were on the verge of discovering the particle when, again, funding dried up. And now there's the LHC. Originally scheduled to start operating in 2006, it has been hit with a series of delays and setbacks, including a sudden explosion between two magnets nine days after the accelerator was first turned on, the arrest of one of its contributing physicists on suspicion of terrorist activity and, most recently, the aerial bread bombardment from a bird...In a series of audacious papers, Nielsen and Ninomiya have suggested that setbacks to the LHC occur because of "reverse chronological causation," which is to say, sabotage from the future. The papers suggest that the Higgs boson may be "abhorrent to nature" and the LHC's creation of the Higgs sometime in the future sends ripples backward through time to scupper its own creation. Each time scientists are on the verge of capturing the Higgs, the theory holds, the future intercedes. The theory as to why the universe rejects the creation of Higgs bosons is based on complex mathematics, but, Nielsen tells TIME, "you could explain it [simply] by saying that God, in inverted commas, or nature, hates the Higgs and tries to avoid them."

Future Echoes? Coincidence? Human error? Or just the intellectual acrobatics these fellas will go to trying to make a preexisting model of the universe work rather than scrap it and admit total ignorance, especially considering what their own conclusions say about how Time itself works.

In case you haven't stumbled across or pieced all these horrible bits together yet, here they are; two hours of debunking every explanation of WWII you heard in a classroom. Narrated by Malcolm McDowell, no less.

Danish girl sings sticky sweet pop songs, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour.

(That is one damn serious tambourine player.)

"...I don't know how I came to sound like John Hartford. I think style is based on limitations and I do the very best I can with what little I've got and that's how it comes out. I never tried to manufacture anything, I just try to just sound as good as I can; I would say that my life in music has been a steady thing of trying to teach my hands and my feet and my mouth to reproduce the sounds I hear in my head."

John Hartford talks about the River and it's influence.

...and two of those "wordy" songs he wrote about steamboatin:
steamboat whistle blues, let him go on momma

"Well, they sure are killin this country, I know that.
My hometown, it's gone, I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school...
Hell, the only thing they build now is jailhouses..."

Goddamn. Ol Levon tells it like it is...
Pretty much sums it up.

I know Chuck Norris humor is two years stale, but the man is timeless. Actor, athlete, philosopher.
..."Won't bind your legs," but they may snap them off and then make love to your wife in front of you...

testing...testing...

So in the off chance I ever write anything I'd be willing to show to anyone I can't actually hand it to, I'm making this to put it and so direct them.
I now claim this space for the Secret Meat.