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Morning all. So if I was off work on mon and again on fri, it makes for a strange feeling work week. Yesterday felt like Mon, and I think tomorrow will feel like Fri. But today still feels like Wed. I blame WFMU for anchoring me in today.
The Victorian lady changing into an owl has been added to my favorites. I hope nobody tries to load my favorites page, because it's got like 200 animgifs on it (including the gigantic anti-drinking one from the Sri Lankan Ministry of Propaganda) and will probably crash your browser
KenHP - I've been thinking of making my own webpage with my favorited album covers from Marty's and Sheila's shows, arranged as I like...that would probably take care of about 100 of them right there :)
My theme song. Losing my mind trying to get dressed. Morning everyone!
I have that u turn gif on my desktop. Whenever I think I think I've had a hectic commute, I look at that and laugh. I especially like the pause when they look at it before getting the heck out of there.
Ken, I feel like it's important to know that when you play the original animated "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" followed by the Star Wars Christmas Special on mute it syncs up in a meaningful way with your episode from December 16, 2015. Did you intend it that way?
Whoops I got that backwards, actually. First you have to play the Star Wars Christmas Special, THEN you play How the Grinch Stole Christmas and it syncs. Copious amounts of egg nog are involved in the synchronization, too.
If you look up the "Mandela Effect", there's this conspiracy theory that our reality is being changed surrepetitiously. In particular, some people believe that they were taught in school that New Zealand is to the west of Australia, and are confounded to see maps now with it being to the east.
My parents were actually able to stand each other long enough to both attend when _I_ graduated to tripping. As I threw my cap into the air, they were both smiling at the same time at the first time for years; I felt so proud.
Thanks, Stuart Rose. Even though my father's nickname is Rolling (because he used to listen to the Rolling Stones when he met my mom) he ended up indoctrinating me into Yes, Gentle Giant, King Crimson (the wrong rock prog bands), and Pink Floyd (thank goodness) from a very early age.
In the anti-drug rallies we had all the time in grade school in the early 80's, they gave us these pamplets, like comics, with a grid that told you the real name of the drug, the street names of the drug, what effects it had, and a cartoon character embodying the drug effects.
From that moment on, I was looking forward to psychedelics.
For a more mature version of hippie dream propaganda, see Iain M. Banks' 'Culture' novels—"Consider Phlebas" was first, but "Excessions" is better-written and also spends more time in The Culture. (No involuntary work. Massively extended life and health. Free love. No gods. A second 'puberty' grows consciously-controllable drug glands in your brain. Free energy.)
Talking about psychedelics I have a great documentary suggestion for Ken et al. It is a film called Pharmacopeia. Have you seen it, Ken? It has something for everyone. People that like drug addicts/dealers/chemists, people that like Apartheid nazi experiments, people that like psyched fish, etc.