Sunday, April 29, 2007

#59: "Check Out His Ass"

I’m going to the doctor’s on Tuesday, which will almost certain result in his finger wearing my ring.......... arse. As has been well documented, I’m not gay, so I’m not at all familiar with that particular variety of poking. Maybe I’m long overdue having my anus examined, though I’m sure they’d say that even if it wasn’t true!!!! Unless I seriously feel my existence is threatened, I tend to put off seeing a doctor until it either goes away or I die. Neither has happened in this instance so I’m going to have to tell some bloke “what seems to be the problem”. I don’t even know the doctors at my surgery. The only one I know vaguely is my official doctor, who is some condescending prick that had an affair with some receptionist, if rumours are to be believed.......they are. It’s not all so bad, not being able to decide which doctor I’d like, because I’m undecided what kind of doctor would be best anyway. I can’t rule out that having a female doctor insert her finger inside me won’t cause great arousal, so I’m discounting female doctors, though only with some regret. But which kind of male doctor would make the experience easier, a coldly pragmatic doctor or amiably understanding one? I can’t tolerate arrogance, but maybe it’s worth the risk to have it done efficiently so my arse and I can just quickly leave and forget all about it. The last time I was in need of a doctor, I went to a really nice one, really good to talk to and I liked him. He’s no longer there but maybe having the finger of someone you have a good relationship with would be slightly awkward and possibly a step in the wrong direction. But I don’t know the doctor I’m going to, so I don’t know if he will make it feel more like being molested or a highly successful, if homosexual, date. I mean, should I consider the state of what’s between my butt-cheeks, is that expected...? Is it like brushing your teeth before going to the dentist?? But if he could tell I had groomed my anus, would it look like I was expecting romance. It’s just so confusing. You can see why I don’t even bother going to dates.
I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with me. If you don’t hear any more about it it’s just something mildly embarrassing. If it’s cancer I’ll talk about it often in hope it will improve my popularity, as such blogs always seem so damn popular...... until they die...... Forget that. I’m thinking about writing a poem about the doctor’s appointment, having noticed the lack of poetry on here. Most of all I hope I have hiccups to see if someone putting their finger up your anus really does stop it. I never get another chance to have hiccups stopped by such a method. If it happened it would probably be the most remarkable moment of my life.
But seriously, I just hope I don’t make some very inappropriate, but strangely irresistible arse-related joke......that and having cancer.



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Thursday, April 26, 2007

#58: "Family Entertainment"

There really is more to the internet than hardcore pornography. Obviously it’s mostly dominated by hardcore pornography, but I actually do miss it as a non-pornographic resource, particularly for international political news. Rereading the previous sentence, I doubt I could make myself seem any less virile if I tried. I know what you’re thinking, but I am not like John Major in the slightest. But to counter such suspicions with forced expressions of lust for breasts, ladies and (ooh) sex, would just make me seem like Alan Partridge. [Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] But which comparison is worse??
Maybe reading mountains of international news is misdirection my attention. For example, my local newspaper is excellent (as you are aware) and the local television news is no less interesting. One particular news story, in-between stories of old people having their birthday and not being dead despite being over ninety, was a news item about the local police force conducting a series of drugs related raids around the region. They invited the awkward middle-aged local news correspondent and a film crew to record the excitement. I don’t think they found anything, but still, it’s good to hear that my local police force can come up with an imaginative codename for the operation. Operation codename: “Protecting people” was surely as successful as the previous operation, codename: “Helping people a bit” and operation codename: “Trying to stop bad things and stuff”. You see, I rarely watch TV and never usually sit in front of one when there’s nothing specific I know is on that I want to watch. But last Sunday evening I thought I’d give it a try, as I had no computer to work on and didn’t feel like reading or doing much at all. It started well as I watched one of my favourite programmes, The Lost World of Mitchell and Kenyon, on BBC4!!!! Even though it chalked off another hour of my life, it was both enjoyable and educational (enjocational). Unfortunately there was absolutely nothing else on that I wanted to watch. Normally I’d gladly switch off and do something more rewarding, but I was curious to see if it was possible for me to pass time using television without becoming very depressed and regretful. I looked for something that was designed for the very purpose of brainless compulsive viewing. So I decided to give the movie The Day After Tomorrow a go. Obviously I had the biased pre-emption that it was very shit, but such things can still attend to your irrational compulsiveness and coerce you into a fruitless relationship. Sadly, it was just painful. I can easily watch children’s TV with glee and be entertained, but Hollywood money-spinners always end up being very painful to watch. I watched it until it became so farfetched and absurd that it would be perilous to my sanity to continue. But it wasn’t the hilarious Hollywood science that turned me, not even the bizarre portrayal of human behaviour during a crisis or sickening national stereotyping. It wasn’t even Dennis Quaid being given a major role in a movie. The far-fetched moment that made it intolerable for me was during a scene where a British man is watching Manchester United and starts shouting, “kick it, kick it” at the TV. You just would never shout that! I had to concede my brave quest was over.
A far more reliable source of entertainment is my family; more specifically my mother. Although you have to accept beforehand that she doesn’t listen; can’t listen possibly. I was talking and asking her something and all I got in return was a long silence followed by an intake of breath and, “.... I’ve got one nipple lower than the other!” I couldn’t think of a suitable reply and let her go. She’s quite a pessimist is my mother. Why didn’t she say, “Ooh, I’ve got one nipple higher than the other”? A lot of conversations with my mother start with her saying, “I saw that bitch today!”. To which I usually reply, “which one?” I think she should start numbering the people she calls “that bitch”. During one of her more depressive afternoons I was trying to persuade her of the plus points of maybe sharing some leisure time with her daughter. The premise of her argument is that my sister is undeniably selfish, destructive and deeply unpleasant. I agree with what she has to say, not having spent much time with my sister myself and not wishing to do so. But my point was that the sourness of the relationship between my mother and sister affects my mother and that maybe it would at least help to share time together somewhere nice and see what happens. At this point she remarks, “the last time I went out with her on my own was when she was 16 and she told me she was pregnant.....that’s something else you didn’t know about......well now you know.” I was fairly surprised to hear my sister got pregnant at 16 and had an abortion. The worse thing is I thought I already knew the “secret”, that my sister had an abortion a couple of years ago following an affair with a vile man named Vinne. ….I don’t think my sister is coming across at all well in this post.....But anyway, my mother went on to tell me all about it and how she had to deal with it on her own. I know my mother has had to deal with a lot of things, most of which shouldn’t have been her responsibility alone. She had to hold her sister as she died of cancer, which was quickly followed by her father’s death and my birth. When her mother died, everyone felt it acceptable to let her deal with everything. From then on my sister has been only a terribly negative aspect in her life and now I was learning of the things I didn’t know about. It did reaffirm my commitment to be there for my mother though, despite the culture of youth that expects actions to the contrary.
My niece is another priority in my life and her and my mother often makes stupidity squared. I went a walk with them the other week and had to listen to the following conversation:
My Mother: I was talking to Molly’s Nan the other day,. She’s nice.
My Niece: Why does Molly’s Nan have red all over her face?
My Mother: It’s a birth mark.
My Niece: What’s a birth mark?
My Mother: Oh you know, I’ve got one on my leg....
My Niece: Why’s she got one on her face...?
My Mother: Oh you know....your mum’s got one on her leg too!
My Niece: Oh yeah
My Mother: The one in the shape of a Scottie dog?
My Niece: yeah...
My Mother: Actually, I remember a black Scottie dog jumping at me and barking when I was pregnant and I always thought that_
ME: WHAT?? (Yes, she was suggesting what you suspect she was suggesting)

Luckily I have found nature as a lovely source of entertainment and enlightenment. I’ve been astounded by the amount of magpies I’ve been seeing of late. When they’re in flight they look far more amazing than you remember. Also this week I’ve been enjoying the blossom that is everywhere currently, but sadly already starting to fall. Finally I enjoyed finding a green shield bug in my garden. I brought it in the house for a short while and we watched Extreme Animals together on CBBC (his choice).



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Monday, April 23, 2007

#57: "You, Me And The Librarian"

Due to the exhaustively over-explained digital difficulties of late, I’ve made myself uncomfortably familiar with a local library. As I write this, my thoughts are accompanied by an excellent rendition of ‘The Wheels on the Bus’. I shouldn’t have really expected anything approaching silence when I saw there was whole section of the library taken up by masses of highly designed pushchairs. Quietness is apparently an unrealistic expectation of such libraries, more concerned with DVDs, internet access and children singing, as they now are, “if you’re happy and you know it….”. I naively thought that the library would be at it’s quietest as soon as it opened in the morning, but it’s full of people, the majority of which are using the computers. So that means I’m writing in my notebook! I do love notebooks and paper and such. I can’t help buying far more than I need. If I see some cheap paper in the supermarket I find it hard to resist. Along with my notebook, I’m sharing a table with a ginger and her laptop. The weird thing is it looks exactly like mine! Her laptop looks exactly like my laptop that is, not the ginger looking exactly like my ginger. Even though I do actually have my very own ginger.
One person I do recognise in the library is a person the library has employed and, in true library tradition, has called her a librarian. The thing with this particularly librarian is that she’s strangely seductive. Strange because she’s not actually that good looking. But somehow, in this environment, she’s inexplicably alluring. If you have any suggestions of how to deal with this very troubling problem, please feel free to make them. You could instruct me and treat it a bit like an interactive DVD.
Well, the crowd of infants have ceased their football chanting practice and like them I need to do toilet and go play. I’ll type this up ASAP, though I hope the diminished nature of my recent posts hasn’t affected your life too adversely. Though in some ways I feel I’ve become more natural and thorough somehow by writing in notebooks. I have lots more scribbled things to mention than I would have normally. I’m not sure how much longer this will continue. I think it may be back to normal by the end of the month. The sooner the better. I don’t have enough pens. I do have plenty paper though.

Friday, April 20, 2007

#56: "Mental Dave And The Peanut"

Having already decided to articulate my views on religion, of which I have many, I accidentally wrote three short exchanges between “Dave and Nigel”, as if such people were the founders of all religions, philosophies and belief systems. I blame this compulsion on writing in a notebook; it seems to exacerbate the problem I have with digression. Sorry:

Dave: Have you noticed how people are all on edge and depressed and that?
Nigel: Yes I have. Everyone’s so, “Ooh, life is shit. Ooh I have nothing to live for. Ooh I have a life expectancy of 23”.
Dave: We could try and cheer them all up a bit.
Nigel: Yeah!
Dave: Why don’t we start a rumour that when you die you actually just go...... somewhere else.... like another world or something....where you...mmm....live forever!!
Nigel: Christ! That’s a great idea, if not extremely implausible and totally ridiculous. But I’m sure it would still cheer them up! You’d have to explain the shit about AnOtHeR wOrLd a bit better though.
Dave: Oh we can always flesh it out a bit later. Actually, what about your mate Colin? He’s always trying to get his crappy short stories published. Tell him, if he changes them to creatively explain and promote our bullshit, we’ll make sure people read them!!
Nigel: Christ, that’s bloody genius! Are you going to give all this a name?
Dave: Well, considering it’s provoked you to shout the popular expletive ‘christ’, I think I’ll call it Christianity! Haha.
Nigel: Fuck, that sounds amazing!
Dave: Ooh! Or, even better, Fuckothology!


Dave: Have you noticed how people are all on edge and depressed and that?
Nigel: Yes I have. Everyone’s so, “Ooh, life is shit. Ooh I have nothing to live for. Ooh I have a life expectancy of 23”.
Dave: Ah, well, I’ve been think_
Nigel: YES, that’s what I was thinking! Living so long is unnatural. Surely people shouldn’t have to reach an age at which they’re overly aware, to such an extent that they’re unhappy!
Dave: .....mmmm
Nigel: Maybe we should let them all eat dirt and twigs and cheese strings, however unhealthy they are, and just let them die young, clueless and happy!
Dave: Right, well, that’s a bit different than what I ...totally opposite in fact.... Is... is that what you’d really want for yourself...? Well, you’re probably past that age already.....
Nigel: .... Yeah... but, I thought maybe the older, wiser and generally superior members of society....
Dave: ......?
Nigel: ....me and my mate Colin…..and Mary…you know... sexy Mary.. well we can have any privileges….that there might be……just to ensure quality procreation…..Sooo basically me Colin and some other buddies can watch over a happy, if undernourished, society......oh.... and bang sexy Mary...
Dave: OK... well, what will you and your buds call this social engineering, using cheese strings, sexy bitches and buds?
Nigel: How...about...BUDDhism?
Dave: OK! Well, there is certainly nothing of that name that currently exists…great! Let’s hope your message of an unjust, self-appointed privileged minority doesn’t get lost over the years.
Nigel: Oh
Dave: What?
Nigel: When you describe it like that you make it sound just like one of Colin’s ideas.
Dave: Oh. Well, what’s that called?
Nigel: Aristocracy.
Dave: Oh well
Nigel: Yeah.....Bollocks.


Dave: Have you noticed how people are all on edge and depressed and that?
Nigel: Yes I have. Everyone’s so, “Ooh, life is shit. Ooh I have nothing to live for. Ooh I have a life expectancy of 23”.
Dave: If only they knew the truth..
Nigel: The truth....?
Dave: Yep! Like, I bet you didn’t know that you used to be some parsley!
Nigel: sa_...I_...wha...?
Dave: Aah. You see Nigel, before you were even born, you lived your life as parsley.
Nigel: You sure....? I’m not an expert, but my dad described it more as a squirting thing, and then the baby grows inside the lady’s liver I think.
Dave: I don’t mean that!! Although that is correct. But I mean before even then! A life before this one!
Nigel: OK........ How do you this know though....?
Dave: Aah, well I am just different…special…. I just KNOW these things. I was a lion in a previous life.
Nigel: I see...Hmmm..... Dave.... I should tell you something. Me, Colin_
Dave: Peanut!
Nigel: .....??
Dave: Colin was a peanut. I’m certain. I see it so clearly.
Nigel: Just listen for one moment. All of my mates, including Colin and pretty much everyone who knows you.......well we don’t call you Dave….
Dave: No?
Nigel: Mmm. I’m sorry….but you’re ‘Mental Dave’….I thought I’d better tell you before you got too carried away.
Mental Dave: Well…thank you. That explains a lot............. But just out of interest, where do peanuts actually come from?
Nigel: I have no idea. No one really knows yet. Some things are just beyond our comprehension. One day we might find the answer......one day.........


Anyway. Sorry.



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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

#55: "Good Grief"

I’d just completed the If I Was A Gecko myspace(/ifiwasagecko) page, for no reason other than to see what happens, when my laptop became so fucked that not only can I no longer use it, but I have absolutely no idea of how to resuscitate it. The only thing I knew to do was an incomprehensible diagnostic program. If weird screens and lengthy error codes weren’t bad enough, the built in BEEPiness that computers have became compelled to vociferously blare it’s alarm very late at night, with seemingly endless horror. It was BEEPing with piercing repetition, like a Faithless album track that you just can’t turn off!
There are three prevalent points to make. One: Someone was sleeping in the next room and was startled and unsure if he was in danger of being burnt to death, raided by police or abducted by particularly evil aliens. Two: Not knowing anything useful about computers, I took the frantic din as indication of imminent obliteration of everything contained within my mutha of a laptop and panicked accordingly. Three: I have NEVER listened to a Faithless album track. I repeat, I have NEVER listened to a Faithless album track.
With no more great ideas of how to recover my digital existence that in fact exacerbates the problem, I went to bed. But I honestly had some trouble sleeping, needing to ignore a possibly fatal problem. Because however irrational or baseless, I couldn’t help but brood, as the masses of important files sat there wheezing, wounded and in need of salvation. As I touched on once before, I feel a real, if temporary, sense of bereavement when I lose a paragraph of something I’ve invested time and cerebration in. So the thought of pages of inimitable and irreplaceable thoughts being in such a state of precariousness caused acute anxiety. I also had to endure contemplating the many photos of travel and family that are on there, which I rather stupidly haven’t backed up entirely. They include wonderful miscellaneous ones and lots of my nephew and niece. But I knew that the problem was almost certainly not affecting such files, but at such moments actual knowledge and rational thought don’t really seem applicable. Because I remember seeing documentaries on paedophilia (particularly one “starring” Pete Townsend) where the suspects deleted files and then immersed their computers in a bath and it didn’t affect the retrieval of the files whatsoever. I also recall watching a programme featuring a company that can retrieve files from hard drives following extreme damage, including fire damage, bashed badly and being recovered from the bottom of the sea. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t fiction….though I’m now starting to wonder if that company was called The A-Team.
But anyway, I’m using the warrantee of the aforementioned laptop to leave it up to technical support. Although I never tend to wholly trust those people; surely their support is surely only named such due to a technicality. So I’m in a library now emailing them and posting this! Aren’t I super? I mean – I’m Super!
Following the night of beeping and worry, I was forced to adjust my sense of perspective by learning of the death of friends of my parents. Three particular cases of sudden diagnosis’s and quick debilitation in people younger them my parents has made them morbidly contemplative, that has spread to me somewhat. But it helped to lift my absurd sense of laptop grief, but also made me think about real grief, the kind I have yet to experience. I think that’s one reason for my disconnection from the slightest religious thought. But I can imagine how attractive comforting lies and nonsense would be in the midst of durable desperation, but I’ll save those thoughts for next time I’m in the library.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

#54: "Fuck The Pope"

“Prince William has split from his girlfriend Kate Middleton”, “Prince William splits from his long-term girlfriend Kate Middleton”, “Prince William’s romance with Kate Middleton was doomed when he decided to put Army life first”, “Prince William and his long-term girlfriend Kate Middleton have parted.” FUCK OFF! I really hate the inescapable repetition of something so unnewsworthy. I quite like news, but I can’t watch or read any due to the physical sickness I feel hearing about that over and over. I saw Russ Abbot , Jimmy Tarbuck and Michael Parkinson all at the same football match on Match of the Day last week and that didn’t make the news anywhere!....This country...
Anyway, I got in really late tonight. I went out very late so returning late was the only option open to me really. I was a bit jolly, like I should be at that time at the weekend and was doing that semi-conscious waddle people do when they’re walking home late but their mind is already tucked up in bed. I went around the back of my house like usual and was totally terrified when I saw that big weird colourful contraptions had landed in my back garden since I’d been out. I was seriously terrified and confused (terrifused). Luckily my brain awoke in time to remind me that my neighbour had asked to use my back garden tomorrow to put the kids and their things in while he has a party. I think he was thinking they could play in my garden and he and his friends and family would watch them over the fence (the possibly of removing a fence panel has yet to be discussed). It sounds a bit like ethnic cleansing to me though.....but with children. I imagine I’ll end up entertaining a dozen kids in various fun ways tomorrow. I thought I should take a photo of this horrifying sight for you (the unexpected contraptions in my dark garden, not me entertaining kids). So at something like 3am I went out partially clothed with my camera, switched on the outside light and started clicking. Then I noticed that two people were sitting on the footpath at the front of my house talking. SO I’ve been in my front bedroom listening to this “couple” for ages and peeking through my window. It was great! Apparently things were OK with them until it all got boring. Once she danced with some bloke right in front of him and that pissed him off. He audibly scoffed at her suggestion of getting involved with everyone else a bit more at parties. Then there was a bit where they both said “why’s it up to me?”....repeatedly. Then they just had a competition of who has broken whose heart the most and most severely. Then they walked away continuing the discussion and I went back outside and took a photo of the corner of my garden for you.


Weekly Review of my Local Weekly Newspaper OF THE WEEK -
My favourite subject of this weeks ‘load of old ladies standing around doing fuck-knows-what’ has to be second from the left. I’m also liking a picture of ‘little kids standing around doing fuck-knows-what’ this week. Though I think the best picture of children comes under the headline “Positive impact awaited from estate’s action day”. You can tell there has been some kind of deal with those kids involving reducing their ASBOs if they pretend to give a shit what police and local authorities are doing for their estate. I salute our future criminals.
There is usually a lot of excitement in this town and this week is typically overwhelming. “First wood sent in new season”. I’m assuming “first wood” refers to something to do with lawn bowls and that he isn’t bent over to be given it up to arse by the fat bloke behind him. Also exciting is the “marathon bible reading” happening in a church nearby. I suppose if you have to read it you may as well get it over with in one go. Crime has also reared it’s ugly head again in my town. Though I’m not sure why someone needs to advertise the fact they have had their car registration stolen. I’d suggest buying a new at little cost.



Telenovela OF THE DAY - “Cosita Rica”: Running from 2003-2004, Cosita Rica was a Venezuelan telenovela that consisted of 270 episodes. The story is exclamation-mark-demandingly gripping!! Paula, who dreams of becoming a dancer, falls for Diego, the young heiress of a cosmetic holding. But Diego is about to get married to famous model Vicky! But Diego falls for Paula and promises to cancel his engagement to Vicky. They both agree to meet in New York one month later to start a new life together. BUT when Paula arrives at the airport in New York, she goes to the aid of an old man struggling with his luggage. But once at the immigration line the authorities discover drugs inside the old man’s luggage that Paula is holding!!! But the man has now disappeared!!!! Paula is sent to jail for five years!!!!! She can’t get in touch with Diego to explain the situation. So Diego is waiting to meet her in New York and she never turns up and he goes back to Caracas!!!!! When Paula leaves jail five years later she starts working as a makeup girl and one day is hired to make up a bride. But that bride is Vicky!!! It's Diego's wedding!!!!!!! Paula and Diego still feel the same way but agree it’s too late now. When Diego’s father dies unexpectedly he finds out that he is not the heir after all!!!! Olegario PĂ©rez, the bastard son of Diego’s father, will manage the holding, meaning he will become one of the most powerful executives in the country. When Olegario meets Paula by chance, he also falls in love with her. Olegario asks Diego to help him conquer a woman and without realising who the woman is, helps his stepbrother write love letters and choose presents for her. Paula starts falling for Olegario and later accepts his proposal of marriage!!! So a duel begins for the love of Paula between the two brothers!!!!!!!!!!...... Cositatastic!

Reply To ‘Fictitious Email Written From One ‘Candidate That Will Not Become The Next President Of The United States Of America OF THE DAY’ To Another OF THE DAY’....OF THE DAY: Phillip W. Morrow didn’t reply [BOOOOOOOOOOOO] to:
“Dear Mr. Morrow,
I am representing the National Socialist Movement as their presidential candidate in 2008. After hearing about your website, I took a look and was delighted to see that there are candidates like you also running in 2008. It’s important there are people like you, willing to stand up for the great heritage and traditions of the White Race. I especially support your views on the right to bear arms and immigrants. I believe law abiding White citizens should have the right to carry a concealed firearm for protection from rampant black-on-white crime. Also, I agree all non-White immigration must be prevented. We’d demand that all non-Whites currently residing in America be required to leave the nation forthwith and return to their land of origin: peacefully or by force. There needs to be generous help for every needy White citizen, but not one cent for non-White welfare parasites now living off the White taxpayer and I’m sure you feel the same. America needs a President with the courage and honesty to stand up as a White man for the White citizens. A government of, by, and for the people, not for special minorities, illegal non-White immigrants, traitors, race-mixers, and sell-out politicians.
I’d like to hear any news of how your campaign is going. I think candidates such as us should unite together to save the White Race and the Constitutional Republic. Even if we don’t agree on everything, people like ourselves we can work together to make this an undivided White country. Most White citizens want the same ultimate goal as us: a White nation and White self-determination. The Jewish-led power structure in our country nowadays put plenty of stumbling blocks in front of us, but the time has come for all White citizens and pro-White organizations to unite.
Yours sincerely,
John Taylor Bowles
The White People’s Candidate”

Proof There Is Nothing People Won’t Vehemently Argue About On Youtube OF THE DAY - A Unicef advert involving the Smurfs:
“The original commercial was actually way more violent with lots of bloody and amputated smurfs. don't laugh. they wanted to emulate the real aspects of war.”
“Considering that "The Smurfs" takes place in the middle ages, how could they be bombed?”
“Those were magical bombs dropped from Gargamel's leg-powered airship”
“Also if the head of UNICEF read up on his smurf mythology he would know that its impossible to find the land of the smurfs unless a smurf invites you in so technically that could never happen”
“A U28LB bomb never needs to be invited!”
“This is golden....I think it would encourage kids to go to war.”
“Unicef just proved war can be fun!”
“If you ever noticed, smurfs are communists.. this is a nice anti communist propaganda.”
“Damn Islamo-fascists bombing Israel and now the Smurfs? You bastards!”
“That was HILARIOUS even though its true that 1000's of people die every day of wars and bombings from terrorist stuff or somewhat.”
“Thats what u get u fucking midgets”
“KILL THE BASTARDS!!!”
“Don't you get it....it could happen to YOUR kids!

Famous Riot Given A Disney Ending OF THE DAY - Bradford Riot/Bedknobs and Broomsticks:
The Bradford Riot took place on July 7, 2001, a result of tension between ethnic communities and agitation on the part of the far right. At the time of the riot, Bradford had the second highest population of Asians in the UK, with 78.3% of the population White and 18.9% South Asian. Both the White & Asian communities chose over the course of a few decades to preferentially live in areas with others from the same background to the extent that some areas were over 60% South Asian and others 93% White. Prior to the riot there were riots in Burnley a fortnight earlier and Oldham two months previously. The tensions rose after the National Front attempted to organise a march in the city, which was banned by Bradford Council, though the Anti Nazi League organised a counter march which was allowed to proceed. During the course of the march a rumour was spread by some of the marchers that National Front sympathisers were gathering at a pub in the centre of Bradford. A confrontation then occurred outside the pub in the city centre during which an Asian man was stabbed. According to the appeal court this incident almost certainly triggered the riot. The riot was estimated to have involved 1000 youths, mostly of Pakistani Muslim background and almost equal numbers of police. What began as a riot then turned into a race-related disturbance. Asian Muslim males targeted non-Muslim businesses and cars, along with numerous attacks on shops and property. Several revenge riots followed a few days later, with a hundred white youths attacking police in Ravenscliffe, and an Asian-owned Pizza restaurant, destroyed by a gang of white youths. Just as the riots seemed to be escalating further, three cockney orphans and an apprentice witch landed on a flying bed in the middle of Bradford city centre. During this time the whole of Bradford became a combination of live action and animation, and luckily Eglantine Price, the apprentice witch, knew a catchy spell:
“Treguna Mekoides and Tracorum Satis Dee
Substitutiary locomotion
It's the power that's far beyond the wildest notion
It's a weird so feared, yet wonderful to see
Substitutiary locomotion come to me
Treguna Mekoides and Tracorum Satis Dee
I don't want locomotiary substitution
Or remote intrasitory convolution
Only one precise solution is the key
Substitutiary locomotion it must be
Treguna Mekoides and Tracorum Satis Dee
Substitutiary locomotion
Lovely substitutiary locomotion
You may substututiary mystery
With Treguna Mekoides and a little help from me
With Treguna Mekoides and Tracorum Satis Dee”
Suddenly all manner of objects from
the National Media Museum (which was called the National Museum of Photography, Film & Television at the time) came alive!! The rioters threw everything they could find at this army of photographic equipment, but to no avail. Miss Price was flying overhead on a broom and told the rioters it was no use fighting and sprinkled magic dust over them, making them all rational human beings, bringing an end to the riots. A newspaper later reports the events of that day vaguely, speaking only of “mysterious happenings”. As Miss Price left the three cockney orphans in Bradford, Charlie complained that they won't have any more fun, to which Paul replies “we still have this, don't we?”, pulling out the magical glittering bed knob!! THE END.

Sexual Position OF THE DAY - Pope Benedict XVI AKA Joseph Ratzinger AKA Average Joe:
[In a letter discussing legal discrimination against homosexuals in the areas of adoption rights, gay teachers and homosexuals in the military]. In such situations “It is not unjust discrimination to take sexual orientation into account.”
“Although the particular inclination of the homosexual person is not a sin, it is a more or less strong tendency ordered to an intrinsic moral evil, and thus the inclination itself must be seen as an objective disorder.”
“It is of great concern that the fabric of African life, its very source of hope and stability, is threatened by divorce, abortion, prostitution, human trafficking and a contraception mentality”
[Despite in the past stating that the spread of HIV and Aids in Africa should be tackled through fidelity and abstinence and not by condoms, Pope Benedict XVI has more recently asked senior theologians and scientists to prepare a document discussing whether the church should condone the use of condoms within a marriage, for health reasons, when one partner is infected with the HIV virus. Influential bishops, including Cardinal Carlo Maria Martini, the former archbishop of Milan, have spoken up on the issue, calling for policy change. Though there hasn’t been disagreement with Pope John Paul's assessment that the use of condoms as contraception is “intrinsically evil” their use has been referred to as the “lesser evil” when used to prevent the transmission of HIV. However, it is not clear whether the Vatican will issue a document on the subject]
“Nowadays Christianity of the past is often criticized as having been opposed to the body; and it is quite true that tendencies of this sort have always existed. Yet the contemporary way of exalting the body is deceptive. Eros [the erotic love between man and woman] , reduced to pure “sex”, has become a commodity, a mere “thing” to be bought and sold, or rather, man himself becomes a commodity. This is hardly man's great “yes” to the body. On the contrary, he now considers his body and his sexuality as the purely material part of himself, to be used and exploited at will. Nor does he see it as an arena for the exercise of his freedom, but as a mere object that he attempts, as he pleases, to make both enjoyable and harmless. Here we are actually dealing with a debasement of the human body: no longer is it integrated into our overall existential freedom; no longer is it a vital expression of our whole being, but it is more or less relegated to the purely biological sphere.”
“Self-seeking, a sinking in the intoxication of happiness; instead it seeks the good of the beloved: it becomes renunciation and it is ready, and even willing, for sacrifice.”

Death OF THE DAY - Having sex while flying a plane: [The National Transportation Safety Board report on the accident:] “Aircraft: PIPER PA-34-200T, Registration: N47506
Injuries: 2 Fatal.
The private pilot and a pilot rated passenger were going to practice simulated instrument flight. Witnesses observed the airplane's right wing fail in a dive and crash. Examination of the wreckage and bodies revealed that both occupants were partially clothed and the front right seat was in the full aft reclining position. Neither body showed evidence of seatbelts or shoulder harnesses being worn. Examination of the individuals' clothing revealed no evidence of ripping or distress to the zippers and belts.
The National Transportation Safety Board determines the probable cause(s) of this accident as follows:
The pilot in command's improper in-flight decision to divert her attention to other activities not related to the conduct of the flight. Contributing to the accident was the exceeding of the design limits of the airplane leading to a wing failure.”



Do you think the Pope would have a more balanced view of mankind if he had sex like the rest of us? Ha, do you think he‘d have sex in the missionary position? Missionary?? Missionary....??? A person sent by a church into an area to carry on evangelism or other activities and also a common human sexual position involving the partners lying face to face, with the receptive partner underneath with their legs spread apart??......Oh fuck off! But anyway, [Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] if you, the Pope, Russ Abbot , Jimmy Tarbuck and Michael Parkinson shared a gangbang, who do you imagine would be most likely to be filming it?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

#53: "System Restore"

I’m pretty sure the recent problem of my laptop being “a bit fucked” has been resolved or at least lessened. If I were to use a terror alert for the risk of my laptop becoming “a bit fucked”, I think it would be at elevated. Actually I might add the homeland security terror alert to If I Was A Gecko because it almost certainly always reflects the status of my laptop’s health. Even now I type with added trepidation. Now I am able to access the “Gecko” folder on my computer, I could quickly finish and post something I had almost completed that was going to be the post for today. However, instead I thought I’d leave ‘Fuck The Pope’ for later and instead post an OF THE DAYless entry. Pre-superfluous-swanky-laptops, I used to write, or at least draft, this blog in an old notebook and type it up later on. I now see that those posts were basically just exercises of free association and I wasn‘t spending most of my time researching Russian Oligarchs, Dutch swearwords, “women’s problems“ and medieval weapons. Just writing in a notebook again makes me realise how different posts were “in the old days”. I’m unsure whether the extensive use of nonsensical OF THE DAYs affects how I write the rest of a post. But feel free to emote on the subject of possibly discontinuing OF THE DAYs. I do feel that maybe the use of a notebook and the lovely outdoors may replenish If I Was A Gecko in some ways. I’m feeling in that kind of mood today though, Spring cleaning all of the intangible disorder I‘ve acquired lately. I would strongly recommend full scrutinisation and uncluttering of all varieties at this time of year. Of course following my laptop being “a bit fucked” I’ve made sure that my If I Was A Gecko files are now on removable storage, so not to deprive you of your tri-daily dose of if-that-prick-is-not-depressed-then-why-the-fuck-should-I be-bothered-about-stuff-ness. I really do think that is my main affect on people, if I have any affect at all. Although, maybe I’m understating, maybe I’ve saved you from googling “makeshift noose” with the crap I write. Ironically, if you were to search for “makeshift noose” in the near future, you’re quite liked to end up on this page. So if you are seriously searching for “makeshift noose”, then read my blog and think “if that prick is not depressed then why the fuck should I be bothered about stuff?” Failing that, talk to someone or at least sleep it and see if the feeling passes. Failing that, make sure you take into the account your weight and the length of the drop, so your head doesn’t come off, like Saddam Hussein’s half-brother, Barzan Ibrahim.
So I’ve been enjoying sorting out all kinds of long overdue ThInGs during the last quintessentially Spring week. I’ve used the near-death experience of my laptop as a good reason to tidy and backup all kinds of computer StUfF. Most notable, I also used the opportunity to delete all my donkey-rape porn, just in case I need to get my laptop seen too by a computer expert that doesn’t approve of donkey-rape. Knowing my luck, I’d get the only one! Because I really don’t understand why my computers do the things they do. The trouble is with the scary messages is they’re never honest. At least if they said something such as, “Ha! You’re totally fucked mate!”, I’d know where I stood. The applicable messages this time would have been “I’m just being over-dramatic, going all blue and scary and everything. Your mate Steve will deal with it no problem. Oh wait, he’s watching Bayern Munich V AC Milan. Bloody ‘ell, Milan are 2-0 up already. Do you think Kaka will stay with Milan? I tend to think not. Though I think he looks very studious in interviews, with his glasses and that. Anyway, I should let you go. Bye for now.” If only there was an If I Was A Gecko operating system, the world would be so much happier. Well it would make the developed world happier, probably wouldn’t affect the starving and diseased. BUT that’s where ‘Gecko in a Tin’ comes in! All the goodness of gecko, all you need to do is add dirt! Oh idealism, what shall I do with you?

Considering this is OF THE DAYless, I’ll make clear the affect of researching disparate ridiculous subjects for various OF THE DAYs. Reading the news I was actually quite upset that experts at Leeds University discovered the secret to the ideal bacon sandwich and devised an equation for it, even though If I Was A Gecko no long has Equation That You Probably Won't Fully Understand OF THE DAY! I was irked. So as a treat here is it:
N = C + {fb (cm) . fb (tc)} + fb (Ts) + fc . ta,
N=force in Newtons required to break the cooked bacon,
fb=function of the bacon type,
fc=function of the condiment/filling effect,
Ts=serving temperature,
tc=cooking time,
ta=time or duration of application of condiment/filling,
cm=cooking method,
C=Newtons required to break uncooked bacon.


[Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] Do you think it would be better to discontinue OF THE DAYs or would doing so drive you to hang yourself (without taking into account your weight and length of drop)?


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Sunday, April 08, 2007

#52: "I Want A Terrorist"

The Easter period for me has been split equally between rural recreation and consideration of curtailed crucifixions. Frankly, I’m sick of people re-enacting the crucifixion of Christ, in the name of deep spiritual heightening, in a totally diminished and undemanding fashion. I saw one particular man hyperbolise greatly about lying down on a cross and being securely and comfortable tied to it with cloth and then having the tiniest drawing-pin-like nails tapped into his hand. There was no blood or pain and barely a mark to be shown for this apparently significant act. So if you want to really impress me you know what to do now.
My experience of local rural splendour, shared with my nephew and niece, has been the epitome of springtime, but also overlaid with the philosophy of animal consciousness. This first arose when we went for a joyous gallop in some fields, as we followed a river in a beautiful valley nearby. On the way back from our sunny frolics my nephew suggested we stop at the trout farm to catch a couple of fish. As much as anglers believe fish are impervious to pain, I believe I am impervious to the joys of fishing. My nephew had caught fish here before with his dad and I didn’t have any reason to oppose his choice of how to end the day. When I have been here before with them we only usually feed the fish. My nephew is somewhat torn about the ethics of fishing and has yet concluded his ideas on animal welfare. His dad is rather antithetical to me when it comes to such matters. Whereas I am carefully pragmatic and ambivalent on many issues, he is downright certain and sadistic. We did catch a fish each but both distance ourselves slightly from the man when he had to bash it on the head. My nephew likes retelling how his dad always wants to do this himself and how one time he knocked an eye right out of the fishes head. But I think we both shared the sense of impossibility of constructing a perfect opinion on farming, animals and death. We had some interesting discussions about it and agreed that to be callously detached from any non-human existence doesn’t feel right, but also realised that reality itself exists due to forces of callousness and selective emotion. Incidentally, neither of us ate the fish.
The next day was even more thought provoking on the subject of animals for my nephew. For the second day in a row we enjoyed passing the fields full of llamas near where we live. But this time we instead went to a farm to observe the lambing season. My niece was rather taken by the donkey, but she wasn’t sure if he looked sad, bored or just donkeyish. We settled on comfortably apathetic.....well I did. There were also newborn kittens and calves too. We weren’t there at the right time to see the cows milked, but we all agreed the cow shed must have exceeded the EU limit on shitiness. There were about ten new mothers and their newborns in compartments that they stay in for a day following birth, before they’re taken to the field. The most aggressive mothers were chained up and stamped if you looked at the in the wrong way. In the lambing area were all the mothers-to-be and one ewe’s restlessness was a sure sign of an imminent birth. We had to wait quite a while, during which time my nephew was telling a random woman how his dad smacked a fish so hard his eye flew out. “I’m not his dad!”, I shouted forthrightly, but my nephew knew how I meant it....thankfully. When the lambs were eventually born my niece found it all a bit too fleshy and preferred to shove some hay in the direction of the donkeyish-looking donkey. The day we visited the farm there were several children with mental impairments taken there for a day out. Some of them seemed to have quite serious conditions. Later, following further discussion about animal consciousness with my nephew, I expanded my train of thought to include people's perceived order of value for differing beings. There is uneasy similarity between the grades of value for different species and distinctions made between human beings. Though to evaluate the value of an existence purely on cognitive ability is surely a morally difficult when applied to certain impaired minorities. By adulthood most people have learnt a bias of some kind about such issues. From
triumphant pride in killing to futile over-emotion. As for fishing, even the nervous systems of earthworms are used to debate hardened stances. Apparently their nervous systems are too simple to feel pain. The ability of lobsters and crabs to feel pain is commonly brought up. On the one hand, lobsters are able to perceive and respond to noxious stimuli, but they lack the emotional component to be able to call it pain. The argument goes that because such creatures don’t have the ability to process emotional information they resultantly do not experience suffering. Then there are primates, used as the opposite extreme of animal awareness. Such as cases like one in Austria where a group of primatologists are attempting to have human status granted for a chimpanzee named Hiasal. A British teacher living in Vienna hopes to become his legal guardian and secure his future when the sanctuary that now looks after him closes. As far as my nephew’s trout, apparently scientists found sites in the heads of rainbow trout that responded to damaging stimuli, but much like the lobster, that doesn’t necessarily equate to pain.
Ingrid Newkirk, the founder of PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), the largest animal rights organization in the world, says things like “When it comes to pain, love, joy, loneliness, and fear, a rat is a pig is a dog is a boy.” The claim that “every creature with a will to live has a right to live free from pain and suffering”, surely validates the opinion that a creatures “right to live” can be seen to be proportionate to their scientific ability to suffer. There is a widely held opinion that animals deserve moral consideration if and only if they are sentient (especially possessing the capacity to feel pain). To philosophers interested in animal welfare or animal rights the issue of animal sentience is of utmost importance. Because of their focus on ontological rather than epistemological issues, there is often quite a disconnect between philosophers and scientists on these issues. A leading Professor of Philosophy, once argued that that “given their lack of sentience, it would be immoral not to use animals for research and other experimentation if doing so would improve the lot of sentient creatures such as ourselves”. He later argued that sentience is not the sole basis for moral consideration, and that animals qualify for consideration on the basis of frustration of their unconscious desires. It may be easier to define consciousness by saying what it is not. It is not a reflex, it is not simple conditioning, and it is not a hard wired instinct which works like a computer program.
It is difficult for some people to imagine a consciousness that is different from themselves. There can be said to be four basic levels of consciousness: consciousness within one sense, consciousness where all the sensory systems are integrated, consciousness where all the sensory systems are integrated with emotions and consciousness where sensory systems and emotions are integrated and thoughts are in symbolic language. Having read an article written by someone with autism, he states “The second level of consciousness is where I am at. My thoughts are not linked with emotions. I think a hierarchy of consciousness is reasonable because damage to the nervous system will damage consciousness.” I return to the thought that moral stances on behalf of non-humans with a lesser sense of consciousness aren't necessarily disassociated from those on behalf of humans. There was a case yesterday of a dead newborn baby being found in London. Cases such as those cement the opinion that the consciousness to be taken into account is that of the perceiver rather than the potential sufferer. There is certainly a differentiating of feeling according to age when there are deaths broadcast in the media. Of course the emotion in these cases seems stronger when the victim is less aware; children, elderly and disabled. The order of value of existence is based on your ability to emote for their cause rather than the result of philosophical or scientific analysis. In many ways these factors also migrate to those on abortion, especially in cases where the baby would be born with abnormalities.
But animals. Animals kill and die. Humans seem to want to eat meat, find cures and occasionally decide when there is need for a cull for the sake of the greater population of various species. But when arguing against such impulses becomes too arduous, you can always argue against things such as the “needless suffering” in slaughterhouses,
like Pamela Anderson. Though I think to scrutinise the practical details of slaughterhouses and not the issues surrounding their very existence is a bit like criticising the sexual performance of a rapist....if you get what I mean.
But I think animal welfare is a great issue for rumination, to grow a sense of compassion and consideration along with a sense of realism and the inevitable. For me, it’s a difficult subject, made harder by the fact I make an amazing doggy when playing with my niece.


Christian Chat Person’s Profile Extract OF THE DAY - Nigel from Ireland: “I want to be a cowboy. Although I am allergic to horses so.. ”

Telenovela OF THE DAY - “Rebelde Way”: “Rebel's Way” is an Argentine telenovela that ended in 2004. Set in a prestigious boarding school near Buenos Aires, the show’s main characters are the children of some of Argentina's wealthiest citizens. The main plot revolves around a group of students forming a band. The actors of the fictitious band are also in a
real band, Erreway which has been one of the highest-grossing acts in Argentina. The show has been sold to Germany, Austria and Greece and there have been versions made in India and Mexico. One star from the show, Luisana Lopilato, is particularly popular, though it’s not certain why her talent has stood out more than the other actors. As you can properly guess, this show is just sooooo coooooool. It’s Rebeltastic!

Reply To ‘Fictitious Email Written From One ‘Candidate That Will Not Become The Next President Of The United States Of America OF THE DAY’ To Another OF THE DAY’....OF THE DAY:
[The fictitious email:]
“Dear John,
I’m also a Presidential candidate for 2008, but with the Libertarian Party. I have built up some friendly and useful relationships with other candidates, including many of the passionate independents already confirmed to be running. Having looked at the list of candidates, my first reaction was not to contact you, even though I wanted to reach out across the parties and political spectrum. But I thought why not? I thought maybe if I forged at least some kind of understanding with you and vice versa then anything is possible.
As you can imagine, I don’t share many of your views, if any, but I still hope you’ll respond positively and maybe we can both learn something. I read your site and in many ways it’s the least complicated of all the campaign sites I’ve read. It’s just all about being white. I think it’s sad that you haven’t developed a broader and more loving opinion through the years. There are so many different problems in the world and you seem to be stuck at first base on the one that means the least. Furthermore, it seems so negative and based on hate, why is that? Man, why do you feel so threatened and insecure? It’s a small world and the free market, so loved by the “white man” doesn’t see people as regards to color, so I find it so archaic that anyone can nowadays. Obviously the National Socialist Movement brings together similarly insecure men and in turn that makes them worse. But if you do really think those things on your site at least bring the views into the real world and up-to-date instead of it just seeming like a little club of hateful and insecure sensationalists.
I think the first port of call for any views should be Love. Love for ourselves and everyone around us, regardless of their color, ancestry or social standing. Then it’s important to have a realistic view of the world as it really is and try and move it forward as best we can. Not only is it negative to attempt to drag our great country, and the world as a whole, backwards, I think it’s an idea that will always fail. The world always wants to move forward, even if you don't want it to.
Having to live with cancer and illness most of my life I realise life is too short to be sad or to be hateful and I intend to make the most of it and be happy and help the world move forward the best I can, leaving that as my legacy. I fear your “staff” are a little too preoccupied with swastikas, dress-up and childish attention seeking to realise any of that.
Nonetheless I wish you luck in your campaign and your life.
Peace and Love
Your friend
Steve Kubby”
[The actually real reply (mysteriously CC to nicholaschappell@hotmail.com:]
“Dear Steve:
Thank you very much for writing. It is always a pleasure to hear from other candidates in the 2008 Presidential election. Even though our two political organizations may not agree on everything, the most important point is being able to run and to hopefully obtain printed ballot access.
Best of luck to you and your campaign.
Best regards,
John Taylor Bowles,
2008 NSM Presidential Candidate.”

Proof There Is Nothing People Won’t Vehemently Argue About On Youtube OF THE DAY - Ballet:
“amazing....and that is a fouette....because her leg is into passe...her posture is amazing tho... excellent.. inspiring...x”
“ok... lets get this right... they are not fouettes, they are ATTITUDE TURNS AND THEN SHE PULLS HER LEGS INTO PASSE IN THE END, call THAT a fouette if you wish. this girl is amazing.”
“i didnt really like the yellow tutus i liked the other one.....lol kool vid”
“EW have you ever heard of creativity LOOOSERRRR”
“u r such a bitch”
“balletis4gr8people um yes i have heard of creativity DUHH!..ballet wannabe”
“so balletis4gr8tpeople, if ballet is for great people, why do YOU do it?”
“i'll show you that i'm GREAT by not lowering myself so far into DIRT by not dissing you back.”
“ok i wasnt trying to be a bitch or anything i was just saying u could be a little more open minded... but whatever who cares what i said i dont even know you…”
“omg this is soooo gaaayy. please kill urself”
“im way better than that!”
“Well since you have a YouTube account why don't you post something up and prove it?”
“she's quite good but in most of her spins her legs are turned in... but very nice anyways”
“You know what guys. She is fucking awesome. It doens't matter if her leg is turned in or stupid crap like. All that matters is the audience enjoys this. And listen to the audience at the end of those pirouttes. Case closed.”
“Ballet Dancer dont spin, they turn" Blah Blah Blah Who cares why do people like u have to be such bigheads for gods sake she was good. Ur so picky”
“she is soooo good, please you are just jealous, she is so good and her leg is not turned in”
“my friend does ballet and she taught me how to do a piroette and i did a double within 5 minutes”
“well dont you get a gold star!”
“My girlfriend can do better than that!”
“I would come on her face”

Famous Riot Given A Disney Ending OF THE DAY - Hong Kong Riots of 1967/Honey, I Shrunk the Kids:
In May 1967, inspired by the cultural revolution in China, pro-communists in Hong Kong escalated labour disputes into large scale demonstrations against British colonial rule. Clashes with police and subsequent arrest of active leaders exacerbated the violence, with some leftists using terrorist attacks. Both real and fake bombs were planted around the city and journalists opposed to the demonstrations were murdered. By the end of the year 51 people had been killed and over 800 had been wounded. What made it so bad was that they were all shrunk and it wasn’t really Hong Kong after all, but someone’s garden. Only after a demonstrator drowned in a bowl of cheerios did Rick Moranis finally find a way to restore them to their normal size. Being so happy to be back to normal they all apologised and were able to laugh about it all afterwards. THE END.

Sexual Position OF THE DAY: Dr Rashad Khalil (expert on Islamic law) et al:
“Being completely naked during intercourse invalidates a marriage”
[Fatwa on oral sex] “A disgusting western practice, resulting from westerners' habit of stripping naked during sexual intercourse”
“Muslim jurists are of the opinion that it is lawful for the husband to perform cunnilingus on his wife, or a wife to perform the similar act for her husband and there is no wrong in doing so. But if sucking leads to releasing semen, then it is makruh (blameworthy), but there is no decisive evidence especially if the wife agrees with it or achieves orgasm by practising it.”
[Oral sex] “This hideous practice will draw the anger of Allah”
[Masturbation] “Abominable and wicked act”
“Forbidden in Islam”
[The late Grand Mufti of Saudi Arabia on masturbation] “It’s harms are great and it has disastrous consequences as established by doctors including damage to eyesight, disruption of the digestive system, inflammation of the testicles, damage to the spine (“the place from which sperm originates”), trembling and instability in some parts of the body like the feet, weakening of the 'cerebral glands' leading to decreased intellect and even mental disorders and insanity. Due to constant ejaculation, the sperm no longer remains thick and dense as it normally occurs in males
resulting in sperm which is not “mighty enough” to make a woman pregnant or produces children who are more prone to disease and illness.”
“Anal sex is a grave sin and is completely forbidden, regardless of whether the wife agrees to it or not”
“Temporary marriage” [A Shia tradition which in effect legalises prostitution]
[An Islamic website] “Islam strictly forbids the waste of seminal fluid”


My niece was recently taken on a trip to a PetLandWorldRUs by my sister to choose a new pet to impulsively purchase, neglect and allow to die prematurely. My sister and her husband are, of course, to blame for the shallow and immature attitude to having pets. But along with other more responsible members of my family, I try and aid any of their pet’s existence. My nephew was certain he wanted a dumbo rat, but my niece had one of her incomprehensible mispronunciations. She was adamant she wanted a terrorist. Whatever else was suggested, she simply repeated her desire to own a pet terrorist. Usually they give in to her, but this time they felt it wasn’t really suitable, even when they discovered she actually wanted a terrapin. Terrapins grow to be very large, but not half as big as the average terrorist. Anyway, hearing all of this made me think of my own sporadic aspiration to own a tortoise. [Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] Do you think I should finally give in to my desire and get a tortoise?


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Thursday, April 05, 2007

#51: "Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes"

The message “If you were in the middle of something, the information you were working on might be lost” really did make me feel like crying, due to the soul-destroyingly irreversible loss of what I had written to perfection. Rewriting it from the beginning came a distant second to aggressively punching something hard, but I chose to wait a bit and think of it as writing something new, something much better than what was consumed by the evil electronic execrableness.
Considering I had written about the meritorious virtues of change, I have little choice but to embrace the fateful change to this post. But the change I had in mind was less the, seldom appreciated, involuntarily inevitable minutia that hectically swirl around unnoticed. I was thinking of change containing a more intentional and affecting characteristic. Somehow the changes in the wider world, seen on the news daily, however dramatic, unexpected or catastrophic, never really affects or surprises. The predictably unpredictable omniscience is as a lowly ramification rather than a significant force. But still, change is overwhelmingly a concept of underrated paramountcy. Apart from the laboriously documented changes in places far and wide, the other nugatory changes in people’s lives are the specious superficialities and consumeristic tendencies that only purport to fire imagination. Cars, clothes and cosmetic surgery are fraudulent changes of sameness that divert people from any real change for the better. But people fruitlessly strive for some kind of frivolously perfection rather than anything significant or exciting. Maybe that’s why living in the developed world is so insentient and boring, there is less room to improve or excite, in-between the busyness of empty changes. Not to say material changes can’t be powerful, exciting and stimulating; perturbing probability; discarding bad habits and dissolving undeserved perfunctory loyalties can vigorously uplift. Any spontaneously inessential exercise shows freedom, opportunity and joyous irreverence.
Small changes aside, the best exhibitions of autonomy are thoughtfully life-changing. The power to change is saliently compelling, from self-improvement to political transformation, always leading to greater truth and beauty. Having either passion or apathy for change, it is always a dormant factor of upheaval. It’s easy to see the preferential view of life as a sequence of constant segments rather than our continual growing and rotting, but death, drama and catastrophe are unavoidable objects of change.
I tend to embrace and provoke change, not only with my annual haircut that seems to unsettle everyone, but I spend so much of my time encouraging significant change in others and show great interest in the actions of people and groups, both near and far, who are committed to change. Even though real change has great power to be both exciting and disconcerting, I find spontaneous changes life affirming. But mostly I just hope for people to have more desire for significant change for the better.


If They Were Geordie OF THE DAY - Jesus:
“Wor Fatha in heaven,
hallowed be yer nyame.
Yer Kingdom come,
yer will be dyun,
on earth as in heaven
Gissies the dayuh wor daily bread.
Forgive weh wor sins,
as wi forgive those whee sin against weh.
Lead weh not into temptation,
but deliver weh frem evil.
Fre the kingdom, the power an the glory are yours.
Noo an fre ever.
Howay man!”

Christian Chat Person’s Profile Extract OF THE DAY - Jimmy AKA
Poet4Jesus:
God bless you! This is a poem of mine. ‘Here I Stand’:
Are you trying to fill a void
Things that you hope would fulfill inside
Temporary pleasures at best
But still not satisfied
Do you hear the Savior calling?
Do you sense Him wooing you?
He is knocking at the door of your heart
Wants to come in and make you brand new
To take every sin and wash them all away
Please don't wait until tomorrow
You can invite Him in today
So open the door of your heart to Jesus
He delights to talk to you
Sweet blessed assurance you can sing
To the One who is faithful and true.
By: James Hillier(My real name) :)”

Telenovela OF THE DAY - “
Maging Sino Ka Man”: “Whoever You May Be” is a current primetime Filipino soap opera and is apparently about social economic class, love and justice, revolving around four main characters, but I don‘t care. For unilingual English-speakers, the show is sporadically unsettling due to it’s seemingly infuriating trilingualism of English, Filipino and Tagalog. At least I think that’s what’s going on. But don’t let that and the fact it’s shit put you off. It’s nearing the end!!! Who is Eli's father? Will Jackie still marry JB even we know that the one she truly loves is Eli? How about Celine? Will she forever be with Brian when we know that JB has been the only person she has ever loved? How about JB? When will JB realize that the only person for him is Celine? Well? WELL?? Ooh, it’s Tagalogtastic!

Reply To ‘Fictitious Email Written From One ‘Candidate That Will Not Become The Next President Of The United States Of America OF THE DAY’ To Another OF THE DAY’....OF THE DAY:
[The fictitious email:]
“Hey Steve,
I was just checking out your site and thought I’d say hi. I read that your wife was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan. My wife, Liz was born there too, how weird is that? Is this your first time running for President? I did it in 2000 and 2004 too. If you need any advice about it all don’t hesitate to ask, because I see you only have around 400 registered supporters.
It's cool you’re a pastor, I am also a strong believer. I believe the lord has blessed me with the name Joe, as a sign that I should represent the average American and I now take it very seriously. I spent 8 years on the road before I had the idea to run for the presidency. Now I spend most my time travelling around the back roads of america and hopefully that experience could one day lead me to the white house. I even wrote a book about my experiences, Back Road To The White House. Have you managed to see much of America so far? I worked out that so far I’ve travelled 70,000 miles campaigning.
I think you should try travelling with your family maybe. Getting your own song like me would help more than you think too. It seems to get my message through to people in a whole new way.
I read that your slogan is ‘Common sense for uncommon times’. Did you get that from mine - ‘Common man. Common sense. Uncommon solutions’? It’s OK with me if you did.
Good luck with everything.
Joe Schriner”
[The actually real reply:]
“Hi Joe,
Thanks for writing. And my daughter's name is Liz. And I was born in Ohio. The similarities continue. :)
This is indeed my first time running for President. Though I have planned it for over a decade, this is the first time that was appropriate to make the move after I passed the constitutional 35 year age requirement.
I have travelled for business and pleasure, but not much for campaigning. My approach is quite different and unique, as I know yours is. I certainly cannot and will not compete in the arena for big money. If the White House can be bought, it is a terribly sad thing. As for travel, I have a full time job and more which I must continue to provide for my family. I will continue to try to spread the word in every method possible, and as a fellow believer you will understand, if God wants me or you in Washington, nothing can stop Him!
I did not do a competitive analysis of my "competition" before I came up with my slogan, so no, I didn't borrow it from you. I found out about your campaign only later when looking at your web site some time ago.
Best of luck on your campaign as well. Perhaps we will cross paths at some point.
Steve”

Proof There Is Nothing People Won’t Vehemently Argue About On Youtube OF THE DAY - Breakdancing:
“holy shieeeetttttttttt!! that is siccccccc wid it menggggg!!”
“crawling and picking cotton all those years has given him some talent crawling and such... ”
“Yeaa, nigaa!!”
“U PROB CANT DO ANYTHING HE DOES”
“Is that a challenge little dude? He's good but it is mosly hype, and the people watching don't know the difference”
“RETARDcorp wtf are you talking about, that's major talent. You're just drinking toooooo much Hatorade.”
“cmon, put some better music on. Great dancing, but wtf rap is this? there is some way better rap to go with that.”
“U FUCKING FAGGOT IDIOT PEICE OF SHIT THATS WHERE RAP ORIGINATED FROM U STUPID FAGGOT!!! FAGGGGGG”
“Its called B-BOYING. Not "breakdancing."”
“........boying.......dude shut up this is break dance tell anyone.its B-R-E-A-K D-A-N-C-E”
“i bet the person who uploaded thise video is not the f*ckin break dancer i saw this same shit on tv before”
“UR A FUCKING MORON WHO EVER SAID THE PEOPLE WHO UPLOAD THIS SHIT ARE THE PEOPLE WHO EDITED OR PRODUCED THEM!!!!!?????? dumb piece of shit =_= think b4 u speak”
“wow strong arms!!!!!”
“Is this real? sometimes looks fake”
“shut up moron”
“thats sick as man keep up da work.”
“you guys are all so dumb. cant you tell that those moves are impossible? its a cgi animation”
“hey, guess what? YOUR dumb. you know why? because i've seen him perform live in Wembley, London, England, UK you ignorant cow testicle sucker.”
“its real u dumb motherfucker, was u sucking ur dad's dick while watching this”
“sorry, that was supposed to be a lame attempt at a joke”
“all u niggaz is wack, i can destroy em wid 1 move. Plzzzzzzzzz”
“u think ur so tough? Why dont u put a dumbass vid of u doin that one bitch ass move? please...do show? if u can” “ya lets cheer for men....fags!”
“u idiots his good u cnt exept the fact that u cnt do it u pathetic gimps!”
“Ok, first of all, this is a break dance battle, if you watch the real video. There is another guy thats dancing with him. Also, if you think cheering for men is being a fag. Fuck you and you probably don't like sports or have friends. Most likely thats true because I barely see anyone cheer for girls in sport games.. you dumbass cracker.”
“dang his buff”
“wow. i guess dancing like an idiot is the only thing a nigger can do right these days.”
“OMGWAD ur racist lil fuk neva diss black dancing it realli poular nd is lot betta den wat u culd do!! ahahahaha”
“HAHA, what a bunch of fucking niggers, is that all you can do prance around like a group of silverbacks in the jungle that have just found a heap of bananas! There's no skill in doing that for fucksake, your just monkeys! BRING BACK THE BRITSH EMPIRE, We'll put you shitskins in order again, you aids ridden fuckin voodoo preaching niggers!”
“hey man dont be a hater just because U cant dance like that u dont have to be a hateing on him.”
“hahaha stfcwill nd alex u fuckin racist bastards...jus cuz dey got bigga cks dan u doesnt mean u gta go cryyinn 2 yaa muuummmyyy..awwww haha bet they cud kick shit out of u jus lyk tht...i wud kick shit outta u 22 4 bein h8ers....nobheads..but bout the video hesss sikkk lol”
“its called capoeira and there are people a lot better than that look it up”
“It's nothing like capoeira. It's B-Boying. Capoeira is a South American martial art in the guise of dancing as it was illegal for them to practise martial arts...idiot.”
“It wasnt illegal, they did it coz they were bored(the slaves in brazil), but they couldnt work the next day so they got wipped. Then they made that up, so they wouldnt get all beaten up and then wipped the next day. Duh!”
“In 1945, a young girl named katu lata kulu came over to America in a grey boat from Africa. A mysterious man killed her by cutting the word "LATUALATUKA" into her back. now that you have read this message, she will come to your house on a full moon and steal your soul unless you follow these directions:
1. Retype this message as a comment for 3 other videos”
“wtf does this hav to do with the video”
“retype my dick bitches!!!”
“dam dat is a strong nigga”
“don't say nigga say black person”

Famous Riot Given A Disney Ending OF THE DAY - Greensboro/Pocahontas Massacre:
In November, 1979 in Greensboro, North Carolina, a rally of predominantly black industrial workers and communists were due to march against the Ku Klux Klan. Even though carrying arms was usual for self-defence and allowed under North Carolina law, the local police stipulated that the marchers be unarmed in order to receive their parade permit. A contingent of Klansmen and members of the American Nazi Party confronted the rally and opened fire at the demonstrators, killing five members and wounding ten. Normally, the police would have been present at such an event, yet no police were present at the shooting. In fact one police detective and a police photographer followed the Klan and Nazi caravan to the site, yet did not intervene. Reports at the time indicated that the police were not at the scene initially, because the march organizers gave them an incorrect address for the march on their parade permit. However, it has also been noted that the Klan caravan was organized by a man later found to be an informant for the police, using the parade permit to guide the caravan to the correct address, in radio contact with the police all the while the caravan was forming and proceeding to the site of the shootings. Much of the armed confrontation was captured by four local news camera crews. However, two long and expensive criminal trials brought no convictions for Nazis and Klansmen, who claimed self-defence.
However, it could have been far worse, but luckily Pocahontas arrived just in time and stood between the Communist Workers Party and the Ku Klux Klan and Nazis, saying to the Ku Klux Klan, “If you’re going to kill them, you’re going to have to kill me too!”. With that, she inexplicably moved a leading Klansman to announce, “From this day forward, if there is to be any more killing, it will not start with me”. Having saved the lives of many marchers, she later went on to form the
Greensboro Truth & Reconciliation Commission spending two years researching the shooting and the events surrounding it, releasing her findings last spring, recommended that the city and the police department apologize for the department's role in the shootings. As the sun was setting, she professed, “No matter what happens, I will always be with you. Forever” and emotionally waved goodbye, leaving everybody to realise that hatred isn’t the way. THE END.


Gareth Gates has ch-ch-ch-ch-changed, by losing his stammer and is now a musical genius. But [Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] what change would be most beneficial to your life ?

Monday, April 02, 2007

#50: "50 Gates of Wisdom"

This is officially the 50th post of If I Was A Gecko. Obviously this is the ultimate in meaninglessness and insignificance, but nonetheless, like most anniversaries, I will use it as a form of self-congratulations. With that in mind WOW 50 POSTS ON THIS AMAZING BLOG-TYPE-THING, WOW THAT’S AMAZING AND SIGNIFICANT. REMEMBER THIS DAY AND TELL YOUR GRANDCHILDREN! CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU FOR HAVING CHILDREN, CONSIDERING YOU’RE PROBABLY LONELY AND POSSIBLY UNATTRACTIVE, IF YOU‘VE READ ALL 50 POSTS!
When I became aware of this literary milestone, I celebrated in the only way I know how and made
a graph of the number of words over the last 50 posts. Brilliant. I was going to have a medium sized party but then I realised I have just missed a slightly less shit commemorative point in time, If I Was A Gecko’s first birthday, on March 13th. You didn’t notice either. You fucking bitch.
Oh nevermind, let’s do what is preordained in the Gecko bible and
let’s have a party with a happy atmosphere.

Weekly Review of my Local Weekly Newspaper OF THE WEEK -
Things in my town are getting pretty fucking exciting! It’s not every week that
“Angry golfers launch counter attack on course green vandals”. To be honest, by money is on the vandals. However, that is by no means the greatest example of conflict and rage in the town this week. The “New entertainment rule” has serious ramifications. “Informal gigs by folk musicians could become illegal without a licence under new laws proposed by the Government!!!!!!!!!”
It really does seem like the world has GoNe Mad this week. From
funding for local scientists being cut, to the great chaos caused to motorists, there‘s some bad shit goin down here!
Even the local farmers need a
“Farmers' safety awareness day”.
Even the small children have used their uncontrollable rage to
“Overcome formidable opposition” and, more than likely, become vicious violent animals.
There is at least some good news though, in the form of the
“unspoilt pub” awards. On closer inspection you realise their secret to winning, nobody goes in the fucking pub.
I’ll finish this week's review on a positive note. Because if there’s one thing my town loves, more than great slabs of meat and ginger people, it’s
ginger people holding great slabs of meat.


Internet Criminal OF THE DAY - Rafael Núñez: From Venuzuala and also known as RaFa, Rafael is a former hacker who now works as a security consultant with Scientech de Venezuela. He had been a member of the group World of Hell and was arrested by the FBI in 2005 as he flew into Miama for a conference. He was charged with breaking into the US Air Force computer system in 2001 and adding text such as “Kiss my rear one because yours is mine!”. It seems he was treated more leniently when they discovered his current work, aiding cyber-crime and child-pornography investigations. Also to be taken into account, and infinitely more significant, is the fact
he’s a bloody model too! I instinctively feel we should love him.

If They Were Geordie OF THE DAY - Slim (from the movie To Have and Have Not):
“Yee knaa yee divvent hev te act wi me, Steve. Yee divvent hev te syah owt, an yee divvent hev te dee owt. Not a thing. Aah, maybe just whistle. Yee knaa hoo te whistle, divvent yee, Steve? Yee just put yer lips together and... blaa”

Christian Chat Person’s Profile Extract OF THE DAY - JasonScott:
Age: 32, Sex: male, Status: not married, Country: United States
“Not to be a Christian is irrational ..... I don't think I am a grown up germ -Evolution is not a scientific theory.”

Telenovela OF THE DAY - “Yo soy Betty, la fea”: Meaning
“I am Betty the ugly” in English, this Columbian telenovela was so successful in the US there was a sequel, a cartoon series Betty Toons - about her as a child) and many remakes around the world including the American version, ‘Ugly Betty’ (did you guess that?). Other international versions include ‘There's No One Like Jassi’ (India), ‘In Love in/with Berlin’ (Germany), ‘Don't Be Born Beautiful’ (Russia), ’Won't Work Without You’ (Turkey), ‘Lotte’ (Holland), ‘I am Bea’ (Spain), ‘Maria, The Ugly One’ (Greece) and ‘The Most Beautiful Ugly Girl’ (Mexico). Uglytastic!!

Reply To ‘Fictitious Email Written From One ‘Candidate That Will Not Become The Next President Of The United States Of America OF THE DAY’ To Another OF THE DAY’....OF THE DAY:
[The fictitious email:]
“Thank you for joining the ‘Daniel Imperato for President’ mailing list and lending your support.
Having grown up in the West End of Boston, in a meat and potatoes family, I believe I have lived the American dream to become the successful and influential business man I am today. I've needed drive, courage and determination to be more than just an average Joe. With this experience I plan to run for President in 2008, on a global platform promoting sound international policy, while strengthening business practices here at home for both the working and business class.
Following the 2006 mid-term elections, I started my campaign for the 2008. From meeting with the heart of America's Auto Labor in Michigan to appealing to American ex-Patriots living overseas, I am Reviving America, one American at a time.

Thank you for making me you choice for President in 2008.
Daniel Imperato
www.imperato2008.com”

[The actually real reply:]
“Daniel... I'm not sure how I got on your mailing list. But my choice for 2008 is, well, me. www.voteforjoe.com -- an "average Joe," literally. My best to you in your quest, however. --Joe Schriner”

Proof There Is Nothing People Won’t Vehemently Argue About On Youtube OF THE DAY - Teletubbies:
“no wonder teletubbies are banned here. teletubbies promote homosexuality!”
“THAY HOLD HANDS CUZ THEY'RE HOMOS!!!”
“psh. teletubbies are shit shizzle. you guys obviously dont know whats up”
“i always thought of tinky winky and dipsy as boys,, and lala and po as the girls..”
“If Dixie and la-la are girls why do they have dicks on their heads”
“its DIPSY not DIXIE and theyre really cute!!”
“This is some fag shit. I'll never let my kids watch this garbage”
“omg der RETARDS REEEETTTAAARRRDDSSSS SSSAAAADDDD”
“It's so much more fun in danish”
“teletubbies are a bunch of fucks”
“Why are you looking up there videos then?”
“tinky winky is a pedo”
“Those guys in the suits must be fucked up”
“I fucking love these motherfucker”
“omg wat a bunch of queer faced homos who don't have a life and r completly gay!”
“i wana sleep with them”
“scary, pedophilic and EVIL 666”
“You're all just jealous that the Teletubbies are huge stars and you're NOBODY”
“gay as fuck”
“im gonna get my shotty out and shoot the fuck out of the teletubbies. first im gonna torture them, then im gonna kill their famileis, and then im gonna kill them!!!!”
“Dood i don't know why you upload this homosexuality crap on YouTube, nobody here on Youtube is under 3 wierdo!
P.S. you're stupid”
“Cause its funny to some people, so if you dont like it, then get off!”
“ur a mother loving fag”
“this teaches kids to be fags”
“when your young people like this
but not at the age of 12 and over
this is for babies
unless you are a baby
but still
FUCK YOU!!!”

Monthly review of the previous months Searched keyword OF THE MONTH-
I am possibly being punished for ridiculing perverts by having people come to my site after searhing for things such as “came on her panties”. But I feel like I almost should have some “john barrowman penis pics” on here. I really don’t know what is wrong with “elena dementieva toes”, but I hope it’s not too serious. “Karate kenpo world compassion in madrid 2007” sounds great, whatever it is. I can say with confidence that “tourists eat the brains fresh out of the skull of a screaming monkey” is just a myth people! And I am so happy to think I help people who have searched for “twins from funhouse”! To the person who searched “where can i watch frank lampard ayia napa sex tape”, I’d suggest in your bedroom.


Today’s title refers to the 50 gates of wisdom in Kabbalah. There are 49 days of self-elevation and self-evaluation followed by one day of prophetic revelation and, as far as I can make out, no wisdom whatsoever. But, as you should know, Kabbalah is all about purchasing hugely overpriced bits of red string to protect you from the “evil eye”. I sometimes give people the evil eye if I smile at a stranger in a friendly manner only for them to grimace miserably back at me. But [Question You Must Answer In The Form Of A Comment:] when do you give people the evil eye and how could red string prevent you from doing so?

This blog was conceived solely for Grace and only continues due to her boundless loveliness.