Desert Cat's Paradise
"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it." - Proverbs 27:12.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
"I thought it would be more fun..."Comments
Uh huh. :D
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Sunday, August 29, 2004
I'm speechless...just... ...speechless...Comments
The Laser Vaginal Rejuvenation Institute
Ladies, you do NOT have to go on feeling this way. Dr. Hailparn can completely resculpt and rejuvenate the vagina with a one-hour laser procedure:
Um...reconstruction of th...
Via The Utterly True Adventures of a Pathological Liar
"Darling, is it REAL or did you have it reconstructed 'cause you thought I'd want it?"
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Friday, August 27, 2004
Neanderpundit has a great adaptation of a Monty Python classic!Comments
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Knee-jerk hypocrisy: SpeedbumpComments
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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Brian B interprets Bob Dole's phone conversation with John Kerry:Comments
Memento Moron: Remember, Thou Art Stupid: Apparently Viagra Works
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In God We Trust -- Everyone Else Keep Your Hands Where I Can See Them.Comments
This post could have been written by me--it is awfully awfully close to the way I see it.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
SondraK.com: Exclusive: From our source in FallujahComments
This is way cool! Insurgents go boom!
I love coming across these video snippets from actual combat.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
This internet radio station is so perfect, I could listen to it for hours, (and I do).Comments
The Cosmic Island
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Harsh title, but read on:Comments
Vets reject appeal to end Kerry blitz
Oh really, Mr. President?
It would be too easy to agree with you, since you have been the target of a much larger 527 campaign.
This is a First Amendment issue. As was "campaign finance reform". Which you signed. (Cursed be your name for that!)
What is with you politicians?! You think you ought to be immune from criticism? What in the name of Sam Hill do you think the First Amendment is about anyway?
The press has become bitterly partisan, yet there are no limits on their speech. Why should any other group with strongly held views on political issues be restricted from airing their views?
If this country cannot handle listening to divergent viewpoints, however strident, without the "system" being harmed, then maybe this country cannot handle democracy. Maybe the "system" isn't really about democracy after all? Maybe that's what "campaign finance reform" and the inevitable coming effort to restrict 527 groups is all about, eh?
After all, the California recall illuminated just how uncomfortable wide open democracy is for "system" politicians. You entrenched incumbents and other political elitists and journalists squirmed in your seats as you watched the rabble oust their hated governor, didn't you? (Yes, George Will, I'm talking to you.)
If I buy a newspaper, I can publish what I want in my editorials, right? Where's the difference between that and buying ad space in print, radio, or TV to express my political opinion? And the blogosphere? Will bloggers be the eventual targets of the statist free speech squelchers? What is "The Press", really? And why would there be some elite class called "The Press" that have rights that do not extend to the people? I certainly don't believe that was the Founder's intent.
Maybe Vox is right. Maybe there is only one party--the statist Republicrat party, intent on shutting out any voice that is outside the "system".
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Monday, August 16, 2004
I came home from work today to find :This Book on my counter--a gift from Dadcat. Thanks!Comments
This should be an interesting read. Jacob Sullum (editor of "Reason" magazine) is also a syndicated columnist. I have read a couple of his articles published on WorldNetDaily, and what I read was good. Here is an excerpt from the jacket cover:
"After decades of a futile war on drugs, Saying Yes makes public what many Americans discuss only in private: Drug use as it is described by politicians and propagandists is dramatically different from drug use as it is experienced by the silent majority of users: the decent, respectable people who, despite their politically incorrect choice of intoxicants, earn a living and meet their responsibilities."
So, um...if I'm still posting sparsely for the next couple of days, you know why.
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Saturday, August 14, 2004
New Scientist: Cannabis extract shrinks brain tumours?Comments
Cannabis extracts may shrink brain tumours and other cancers by blocking the growth of the blood vessels which feed them, suggests a new study.
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Thursday, August 12, 2004
...sometimes just isn't there.Comments
I just purchased Unreal Tournament 2004. Between that and my coursework, I've been pretty occupied the last couple of days. Sorry.
Check out my "Daily Territory" list. There's always good stuff there, especially Rodger over at SondraK's site. I don't know where he gets all that, but if I were to do anything, I'd probably just go linking to it. Funny stuff! Seriously. Go.
Now, I hear the Tournament calling...
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
This is a story related to me by a friend of someone I know. I'm passing it along to you as an interesting (and possibly fictional) account:Comments
Oh. My. God!
Sunday evening I picked two nice fat Psilocybe cubensis mushrooms and one smaller mushroom from where they were growing. The larger had fully open caps about 1-1/2" diameter, with about a 3" stem each. I have no idea how much they weighed. About 6 pm I blended together the three mushrooms with a fresh peach, some rice milk and a couple tablespoons of sugar. I consumed the smoothie over the course of about twenty minutes.
I have previously consumed approximately this quantity of P. cubensis with only mild effects, so I was not expecting what was about to transpire. In fact, nothing I have ever read or heard prepared me for what was about to happen.
I knew within five minutes of the first sip that these were potent. Within half an hour I grinned at D. and said I needed to lie down. She has no experience with these things, and that became critical later. When I lay down, things began to build up. Small geometrics with bright primary colors around the edges began to rush around behind my closed eyelids. There was no particular form or pattern to them at first, but they gradually became more intense. Amazing sound sequences began to play in my ears, identical in style to the "space music" genre (now I know where that genre draws its inspiration...). For a time the music became the most interesting and engaging thing to pay attention to. But at the same time, my body began to experience vibrating sensations, like my whole body was one big vibrator, and images of angels and demons and powerful creatures kept racing through my head along with the geometries. The sounds were the big thing though. They kept ramping up in the intensity of the riffs and sequences, like they were building up to some huge explosion, and I began to find them to be absurdly funny. I burst out laughing a few times.
D. had come in the room to check on me, asked me if I was okay. I flashed her thumbs up and "ok". She checked my pulse and breathing and said "I hope you're enjoying yourself". I said, "Oh, I am." She left for the grocery store.
Something seemed pleased that she had left, that she couldn't help me now if something went wrong. I rebuked that and said nothing could go wrong, since there is no lethal dose anywhere close to what I had consumed. I also thought it best that she not be there as I peaked, since she didn't really understand. But I was nowhere near peak yet.
I got up to use the bathroom and then moved to living room. My living room is decorated in a Mexican style, with wall hangings, plates, draperies and pillows decorated with various Mexican patterns and images. There are halogen track lights and pottery wall sconces that light the room. There are also several large plants in the room, including a palm tree and a dragon tree. It was astounding! Everything was suffused with a golden aura--the lights were amazing--and the Mexican motif, especially the geometric patterns in the draperies seemed to come alive. I think maybe those geometries could be a replica of what ancient Mexican shamen saw under the spell of these mushrooms. Something definitely clicked with those geometries.
Behind my closed eyelids, the colors and geometries became gradually more intense, more fantastical. At one point I couldn't take it all and began laughing. I was laughing and giggling uncontrollably, like I had just heard the funniest joke or watched a hilarious video. Waves of indescribable pleasure were washing and vibrating over my body. It felt sort of like an orgasm that never stopped happening, (although it was not overtly sexual in any way). I'd be caught up in the most stunning, fantastical CEV's--incredible scenes of beauty flashing by at high speed--moving so fast I can barely remember anything about them, except that it was all composed of the most intense colors imaginable...and colors never before seen or imagined! And I'd be laughing hysterically at it all.
I'd come around to consensual reality again and open my eyes, astounded again at the golden glow--now also suffused with purple and pink overtones--the astounding lights that had multicolored coronas around them and the fantastic aliveness of everything. Then it would repeat again and I'd fall into hysterical laughter while incredible visions crashed over me, over and over, wave after wave of indescribable beauty. This went on for at least three hours.
D. came home from the store during this time. I tried to supress my giggling and laughter, because she didn't understand (she is tolerant of my experimentation, but not particularly sympathetic to it, and has no interest herself). But it was to no avail. If I tried to stop laughing, I'd burst out twice as hard a second later. D. told me later that I was "giggling like a little girl". I believe it.
About 10 pm, D. came in the room and started conversing with me. I had finally gained control of my laughter by then. The visuals were still astounding. I tried to tell her that if this was a preview of heaven, then we had no idea what we had in store. She was talking about a new kitten, what to name it, coming up with names for me to think about. I was in no mental state to make a judgement about the names, but her voice triggered even more intense visuals, so I kept up conversation with her just to be able to watch them.
But things started to turn south when she started to blow some negative energy up my arse. I told her I was sorry that she wasn't experiencing this with me, that I wasn't able to share this experience with her. She said she had no desire to, that she thought it was "disgusting" that I thought I needed to get "high", and on mushrooms of all things! I said, "Well that's your loss then." She said, "So be it, or maybe its not a loss at all."
I got up to the bathroom then and when I returned, she continued with the negative energy. She started talking about one of the cats that possibly had an injured paw, and demanded that I take a look at it. I told her that I was in no condition to look at it now and would look at it later. (It was not a critical issue--someone has had a small seep of blood from one of their paws for some time--we just hadn't figured out whom yet.)
But suddenly the colors went black. I don't mean they stopped. I mean they suddenly went all black. As if to make the point, they reappeared, only to fade to electric blue-grey and then black. Everything took on a deathly, sinister appearance.
At that point I nearly lost control. I nearly freaked out. Panic hit me so hard that I knew in half a second I was likely lose all contact with consensual reality and go screaming and thrashing about. I said "No, Jesus!", calling on the name of my God. I managed to hang on. I did not under any circumstances want to scare D. with anything I did. I knew I needed to get alone, pronto! D. had momentarily left the room. When she came in the room, I asked her if it was past her usual bed time. She said gruffly, "What do you care?" I said, "Please, you are making this very difficult. I need to go get rid of the rest of this now."
I locked myself in the bathroom, and tried to purge. I couldn't bring anything up.
I felt like I was going to pass out. I decided I'd damn well better unlock the bathroom in case I did. Meanwhile D. had gone to bed, which was a good thing.
Sweat was pouring out of me, off my head, completely drenching my clothing within minutes. My pulse was weak but racing. "Death" threatened me with death. I thought I was going to die. I felt certain that if I passed out, I'd be gone. I felt myself fading. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My skin was pale and clammy, but my eyes scared the hell out of me. The pupils were huge! They were all pupil and almost no iris--just two huge black orbs. I began pleading with Jesus for my life.
The thought entered my mind, "now would be the time to get some help, before it's too late and I die". But I quickly contemplated what all the implications of calling 911 would be. Police crawling all over the house looking for whatever they could find, terrorizing D. and the cats, possibly charging me with something. EMT's giving me stuff that could just as easily kill me as save me (I remembered that much. I also remembered that there is nothing to take to come down from psilocybin early.) It would have been bad. I told myself again that psilocybin is not fatal at anything close to what I consumed. But I knew there was a strong possibility that the mushrooms came from a culture that may have been contaminated by black mold during germination. And I felt certain that was causing this distress.
A voice told me "If you don't want to die, you need to get your ass up off that floor and go take some charcoal." I had received that message less emphatically a few moments earlier. I got up and went to the closet where I had a bag of horticultural charcoal. This is the pea-sized gritty stuff used to "sweeten" soil mixtures. It is not designed for human consumption. But I took a cupful, mixed in some water at the kitchen sink, and took a huge gulp. I had to chew the damn stuff up to be able to swallow any of it. Ugh of Ughs! I noted with some relief that I was able to move around and act reasonably competently while doing this. But the voice told me I was not out of the woods quite yet. There was also a scene running through my mind of a 911 emergency, with voices saying things like "toxic poisoning", and other scary things. I stayed at the sink for a while, then moved back to the bathroom.
I was still thinking it was over for me. I still felt like at any time I could lose control and freak out intensely, pass out and die on the bathroom floor. To keep that from happening, I prayed intensely, promised never never again to do this, recited bible passages that I had memorized--anything to stay focused enough to maintain consciousness and a connection to reality and to my Source of strength and life. After a while I felt like I was finally starting to stabilize. The charcoal was beginning to do its job of absorbing the remaining stuff in my stomach. I finally was able to purge, and finally began to believe I'd survive. After more time and more prayer I purged a couple more times, bringing up the full load of what was left.
By 12 am I was mostly down and reasonably stable.
Sitting in the living room again, I had a conversation with Xochipilli. He asked me what I thought of it, whether my God could do the same for me.
"Do for me?" I asked. "He has already done for me so much more. He holds the power of life and death in His hands, and has granted to me life. What have you done but show me something most incredible and astounding?"
He said, "This is power."
"Power...where are your followers then? If this gives them power, where are they? Conquered by those who followed Him". I indicated Jesus. "If you were able to give your followers power, they would not have been conquerable." I told him that he was stretching it to be a (G)od. I told him he should just be satisfied being a powerful and beautiful plant entity, and nothing more, and to acknowledge his own creator. He seemed to sulk and pout a bit, but did not seem to be angry at me.
I had a fitful few hours of sleep, occasionally interrupted by intense thirst and some continued nausea. A couple times I awoke suddely, short of breath. I woke up in the morning feeling a little bad--nausea, headache, and I was still not completely down. I also had some concern about possible panic reactions. I still did not have complete control of my world. But I got through that day okay, if a bit fuzzily. Things still had a warm glow to them, especially out in the sunshine. Now after a full and restful night's sleep, I feel just fine.
I feel calm, serene, and more peaceful than I have for many months. This is what I was after originally. The little mushroom has been a wonderful therapeutic for me in the past. But this time I got quite a bit more than I was expecting. I figure I had about three to five times more than I needed, which is funny because just based on the quantity of mushroom it was the same as other times. I certainly never want to go through this again, at least not the bad trip part. I will never, ever eat a mushroom again that I am not certain about it's safety. I will have on hand some pharmaceutical grade powdered activated carbon and a big bottle of syrup of Ipecac.
But if I could dial back the good parts to about a third of that intensity, it would have been perfect--perfectly astounding!
Kids, you never told me the half of it!
And that's all he said. ;)
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Vox Day reports here on the Patriot Act being used for the first time to prosecute "crimes" unrelated to the war on terror.Comments
As he notes, no country that bans the unreported transport of personal wealth can reasonably consider itself to be free.
I would add that, without a ban on the transport of cash, it would be more difficult to impose the "mark of the beast" on the world. Expect to eventually see the transport of anything more than pocket change, maybe anything over $100 to be banned.
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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Yeah! I like saying that!
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
In a random check for banned substances, three were found in Lance Armstrong's hotel room that are banned by the French: toothpaste, deodorant, and soap!Comments
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Monday, August 02, 2004
Anyone spot the huge irony in this drawing? SondraK.com: Today's Learning AdventureComments
Every time I go to Sondra K's site I spot half a dozen things I want to link to or mention. I can't do that with everything. She'll think I'm stalking her or something.
So just go there and read it all, ok?
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It is far easier to keep doing something the way you've always done it, no matter how much you hate doing it, than it is to make a positive change.Comments
The human tendency to resist change (even desired change) cannot be overstated.
The power to change does not come from that which is commonly assumed. Most people think that to make a change, one must summon their willpower and apply it to make the necessary changes. But willpower is vastly overrated, at least that which most people refer to as "willpower". Willpower is the "silly putty" of the human psyche. It bends, it stretches, it can be twisted into silly shapes, it can be used to stick thin sheets of paper to a wall or temporarily stick two objects together. But use it for any serious purpose and it snaps apart, lets go, and cowers in a blob in the bottom of its egg.
Intent is what is required. Intent operates at a much deeper level than willpower. Intent is not the plaything of the mind that willpower is. For most people, summoning intent is nearly impossible. Whereas willpower is a bandaid stuck to the top of a structure, intent is composed of its foundation blocks. When you truly intend something, it affects every aspect of your being that is built upon it. Therefore it is not something that is easily moved.
However for real change to occur, it is required that real change is intended. Intent is summoned by making an irrevocable decision. When one makes an irrevocable decision, one alters one's intent. And when one's intent has changed, everything built on that intent changes.
And therein lies the rub. Since the human tendency to resist change is so strong, most people go to extreme lengths to avoid making irrevocable decisions. And so the vicious cycle continues.
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SondraK.com: This part's a slam dunk tooComments
Click and see what he means...
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