February 7th, 2006


Possibly Costing Friends and Playing Into the Right Wing

This whole cartoons things, with the burning and the cries of blasphemy and the recrimination and the cowardice of much of the media in not showing them.

This is The West, not The East.

These countries are not Muslim countries run under Sharia(sp) law.

All religions are (or should be) fair game for satire.

Getting upset about them is alright too, and there are ways to express that which DON'T include burning and murder.

There's nothing wrong, here, with images of Mohammed any more than there is with Life of Brian or Richard Dawkins having a bit of a rant on Channel 4.

Setting fire to buildings and murdering people because someone took the piss is not an acceptable or proportionate response, no insult is worth a human life. Especially when three of those cartoons, the most insulting, are not even genuine and are being spread by Imams to stir up hatred.

Strange as it may seem, I can sympathise with suicide bombings, I can understand where 9/11 and the Underground Bombings came from, the rationality of them, the tactics of them. They make a kind of horrific sense.

This business though, this plays into the hands of those who would portray all muslims as rabid fanatics. Their actions have made them caricatures far more than any cartoon ever could. They've also alienated the liberal and left in Western culture by these actions and this censorship far more than any bombing campaign by a few fanatics ever could.

Makes you just want to get a loudhailer and go to Jerusalem.

"What? You're all fighting each other over your particular individual interpretations of what some great poncey sky fairy told you to do? For fucks sake, what are you, five? Allah, Jehovah, Jesus, none of them exist no matter how many theocratic mince pies you leave out for him. Go to your rooms until you grow up!"

Staying Motivated

I had a plan for this year.
The plan was that I would vary what I did day to day so that things would stay fresh and I wouldn't get burned out on any single project. I'd have all sorts of things I could turn to to do.

It doesn't really work out like that particularly well though.

Not when you have deadlines and work for other people comes crashing in.

Then you have to reassess what you're doing, reprioritise - and that usually means working like a bastard on just one thing, and that risks burnout.

On the plus side I have most of the art in for '45 now. Anyone else who was going to do me any more, I'd appreciate it if you could send what you have my way!


At the risk of losing more friends...

While I find religion/spiritualism/magick fascinating and can admire some of the positive traits it _can_ bring out in people.
While I may like you in every other respect.
While you might be a shining example of everything that is good/right/reasonable from your belief.
While I might be equipped with a reasonable amount of academic knowledge about several faiths/belief systems.

I no longer have any respect whatsoever for any religion.
As far as I'm concerned it is all dangerous bullshit and the world would be a far, far better place without out.

Yes, even Buddhism.
Yes, even new-age crystal waving.
Yes, even those pisstake religions.
Yes, even putting 'Jedi' down on the census.

All shit.

And I'm not sorry if that offends you - you need to be offended - you need to look at what you believe, and why, and be shaken. You need to assess why you're offended when someone 'attacks' your irrational belief by not believing the same thing and why you feel the urge to defend something that has no rational basis or evidence.

This is _not_ what I 'believe'. This is what I _know_, and I don't 'Just know'.
just me

Ol'Faithful, that's me...

The Slow Dancer
Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm)

Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer.

Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive.

Your exact opposite:
The Hornivore

Random Brutal Sex Master
While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Battleaxe

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor or The Sonnet

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My profile name: Beelzebuns


When I heard her scream I knew my secret was out. With a roll of my eyes to the heavens I pulled myself out of my seat and down the hall to where she stood. Shivering and clutching her coat as though it were the only thing she could rely on in the universe.

She turned to me, wide eyed and shaking and spoke, her voice quavering.

"There... there's a monkey in your cupboard."

I peered around the door into the cupboard under the stairs. Bobo looked up to me from his laptop and gave me the thumbs up. I turned back to Emily, spread my hands, trying to be placatory and I tried to explain.

"Well... he's more of an infinite number of monkey..."

"Like the Shakespeare thing?"

She at least had some control of her wits. I was glad. I closed the cupboard door gently and I lead her away to the living room. Sitting her down on the sofa and going into the kitchen to make her a cup of tea.

"Sort of, you know the principle right?" I called back over my shoulder.

Still clutching her coat she sat, pulling at the fabric nervously, trying to remember how it went.

"Isn't it that, if you had an infinite number of monkeys, typing away on keyboards, eventually by pure chance they'd come up with the complete works of Shakespeare?"

"In essence, yes." I called to her.

"But... there's only one monkey."

I poured hot water over the teabag and squished it gently with the spoon, bringing it out with me and sitting down next to her again.

"That's why I said an infinite number of monkey. And well, technically he's a chimp, not a monkey. Monkey's don't have enough brain mass for it to work."

"I don't understand." She said, letting go of the coat and gratefully clutching the tea.

"It's really quite simple." I explained. "He is just one chimp out of an infinite number of potential chimps from subtly different universes that stretch in all lines of potentiality in all directions. So, while he is one chimp he is also, in effect every possible chimp at one and the same time."

"But..." She trailed off, clutching the mug though the hot water must have been hurting by now. "What is he doing in your cupboard?"

"You're always asking me where I get my ideas. I don't. I have the chimps come up with them for me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You'd believe me if I told you an infinite number of quantum chimps was the source rather than deep thought, consideration, influences and yadda-yadda-yadda? I don't think so."

Later I asked Bobo the best way to get rid of a body.