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pointless waste of time….. :)

Spooktacular Cinnamon Halloween Cookies
Ingredients:

2 cups flour
1 cup non-sweetened butter
1 pound fresh cinnamon
2 turkey necks
12 oz. Ground beef
3 tsp. Sugar

These wonderful treats take a little bit of effort, but the smiles you see when you hurl them at strangers are more than worth it.

First, combine your flour, vanilla, butter and bees wax in a large bowl. Mix until it is the consistency of chilled nitrobenzenamine.

Next, remove golf-ball sized clumps of the dough, and shape it into fun Halloween shapes. Since this is your first time, try something simple, like witches. You’ll need some basic sculpting tools to get the shape right (like I said, it takes a little work!).

A toothbrush can be used to capture the exact texture of the witch’s hair. A toothpick or a needle can be used for finer details, like the thread holes on her coat buttons, and the wart on her tiny little nose. Be sure to shape the face into a scowling expression, and add fun little details, like minute scratches around her neck where perhaps some witch hunters tried to hang her once. To get accurate details, you can go to your local library and research witches. An excellent reference is D. B. Cumming’s “Witchcraft and Legend: Separating the myth from fact in American folklore” by Waldorf Press, published 1995 with a forward by Sandra Bernhardt.

After six or seven hours, you should have your first witch cookie ready for baking. Repeat this step with the remaining four dozen cookies.

As a side note, as you get better at making your fun cookie shapes, you can try more complex ones, such as a little cookie dough skeletons that actually laugh and threaten to consume your soul. I’ve been doing this for a while, so now my cookies are shaped as abstract ideas. This year my cookies are going to be shaped like trepidation.

Now that you have your little army of witches, take an ordinary rolling pin, cover it in flower, and flatten them all out. They should be a nice round cookie shape, about 1/4 inch in diameter.

Sprinkle on your cinnamon, until it is a layer about 1/2 inch thick. Grease a cookie sheet and give it to a friend for safe keeping.

Bake your cookies for 12 minutes at 375 degrees. Serve them while they’re warm, if possible, and watch the sugar-induced happiness come alive!

Keep practicing, and you’ll be ready for the coming October holiday!

Happy Halloween!

from http://www.whowouldbuythat.com

https://i0.wp.com/www.whowouldbuythat.com/images/lawngoose.cop.jpg?resize=200%2C346Eeek! Ebay auction.

Got a ceramic goose?

Want to dress it up like a cop?

I thought so. (Note – the costume is the only thing being sold, as it does not come with the goose. I suppose you have to supply your own..I suppose it would fit on a flesh and feathers goose, too, if you’ve got one?)

Apparently she makes a lot of different outfits – has dutch children’s clothes, a nun, a doctor and a few others.

Sort of surreal…Is this a market that I’ve just never heard anything about? I’m not sure if I should admire her handiwork, laugh, or run in fear of the animals dressing as would men.

{update} The Goose is talking to me. I can hear him. He knows all the laws I’ve broken and have never been caught for.

*breaking into a cold sweat, as eyes become beady… brushes the chalk ‘M’ off of my shoulder.

Plan to get laid at Dragon-Con 2001 fails.

CALHOUN FALLS, SC—Garry Melcher’s plans to have sexual intercourse at last weekend’s DragonCon 2001 were unsuccessful, the 27-year-old comic-book collector and science-fiction fan conceded Tuesday.

“I was really hoping to meet some ladies at DragonCon for a little of the old horizontal bop,” said Melcher, who has been unwillingly celibate for the last 17 months. “It didn’t really pan out, though.”

pleading insanity? I bet the gay community will love this.

Anne Heche, who married a cameraman over the weekend, is now explaining that she has suffered from multiple personalities throughout her life and was insane during her three-year relationship with Ellen DeGeneres. On her current mental state, she insists: “I’m all here.” {She was later seen introducing herself as Morton and trying to bite into a piece of wedding cake with her ear.}

Seriously, I wish her the best of luck, and health.

http://www.usatoday.com/life/2001-09-04-heche.htm

link-man!

while procrastinating on my short story, and shaking from being on the upswing from drinking company coffee. (about a pot or so…) I surf while waiting for data to arrive.

This is messed up. http://www.msnbc.com/news/475364.asp

here’s the blurb –

Who wants to get a divorce on national television and win $100,000? Interested? Then hook up with Fox. The television network that brought you “Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire?” — apparently learning little from that experience — now wants to make divorce entertainment for the masses, with marital assets as prizes.

end blurb.

How totally wrong is that?

I support the right to show anything on tv to adults… but I know I’m not going to bother with a show that rewards people for ending marriage on tv. F’-ed up, that is.

What’s next? Reality TV, where you get paid points for catching your spouse in varying states of infidelity? “Woo! Bob got a hooker! Looks like His wife will get $1000 for that one!” “That nearly makes up for Mary giving the children ether so she can run off with the babysitter” Blow by blow coverage by sports guys? [hm. no pun intended]

Can focusing on a sad thing (which I imagine divorce is, more often than not) and paying for it be a good idea? Am I over-reacting in my current addled state?

Robert Anton Wilson, my Hero.

The Magick of Language
We never experience “thoughts,” “feelings,” “perceptions,” “intuitions,” “sensations,” “body symptoms.” etc. We invent those categories after the fact. What we experience, nanosecond by nanosecond, consists of continuous reactions of the organism-as-whole to the environment-as-a-whole, including incoming verbal signals from others in the same predicament. These incoming verbal signals also produce in us reactions of the organism-as-a-whole sometimes culminating in a return signal.

That much seems simple neurobiological savvy.

But suppose I point a shamanic death-bone at you and recite a curse? Or utter a Magick Word that alarms and threatens you as much as a simple “fuck” threatens simple Methodists? We never “know” organismically all that we know theoretically. Parts of us remain simian, childish, inertial, mechanical etc.

Illustration: Consciously and will-fully remind yourself that you can tell the difference between a “movie” and “real life.” Then go to see the latest ketchup-splattered horror/slasher classic and pay attention to how many times the director magically tricks you into real gasps, internal or overt cringe-reflexes, , dry mouth, clutching [seat-rails, coke can, companion’s arm etc.] or other symptoms of minor but real [polygraph-diagnosable] anxiety and short-term near-panic, sometimes verging on vomit-reflex.

Illustration #2: With the same conscious and will-full reminders about the difference between “movies” and “real life,” attend a hard-core XXX porno flick. Observe how long it takes before physiological responses indicate that parts of you at least have lost track of that distinction.

None of this represents trivial cases only. The role of magick in all language transactions has very concrete and exhilarating/terrifying implications; viz.

Well-documented case of a man literally killed by a shaman’s curse and a “death-bone” — The Psychobiology of Mind-Body Healing, by Ernest Lawrence Rossi, Norton, 1988, page 9-12.

Equally well-documented case of another man, a cancer patient, “miraculously” blessed by remission and recovery due to a placebo [with tumors shrunk to half their previous size], then cursed back into critical condition when learning of deaths of others receiving the same placebo — same book, page 3-8.

Whoever speaks a sentence to another human may pronounce a blessing or a curse without even intending this.

Remember this the next time you get angry.

Hannibal

“Hannibal” is the latest in a long series of novels from author Thomas Harris based on the popular 80’s television show “The A-Team.” Harris’ latest effort, as you may guess, revolves mostly around A-Team leader Hannibal Smith (played in the show by George Peppard).

The plot of “Hannibal” involves the A-Team being called in to save a small family’s farm, which is being threatened by a small army of Columbian drug dealers. The A-team must again use their ingenuity to defeat the army, and to save the family.

“Hannibal” is not Harris’ finest effort. Fans who are used to quality thrillers such as “B.A.’s Revenge” and “The Darkness of H.M. Murdoch’s Soul” will be a little let down by “Hannibal.” The plot is cliched, and even the running jokes seem tired. One sequence involving the A-Team trying to get B.A. Baracus (played by Mr. T in the show) onto a plane falls flat – we all know that B.A. is afraid of heights, and that the team will end up knocking him out to get him on board. However, that doesn’t stop Harris from devoting 175 pages to the scene.

There is plenty of action in “Hannibal,” but it still comes at the expense of chapter after chapter about Hannibal Smith’s childhood, and family life. Despite what Harris might think, this is not what A-Team fans read his novels for.

In the end, if you are a huge A-Team fan, and you have read all of Harris’ previous efforts, this one may be worth the hardback price. But if you are looking for a hard core page-turner, go elsewhere. “Hannibal” just doesn’t measure up.