Tag Archive: resurrection


Ankle-osaurus

 

ankylosaurus

No, not an ankylosaurus!

I have been attacked by an ankle-osuarus while peeing, while making coffee, while opening the front door, while sitting here at the computer and while walking anywhere in the house.

Clorinha is in a particularly frisky mood this morning.

Must have been the influence of the Battle of the Mouse in the early hours. Then I woke to find her perched up on top of the old TV. No idea how she got there, but signs that she is growing up. Next step will be out the bedroom window to explore the heights of the garage.

I didn’t get round to posting yesterday. Clorinha and I were ‘Belly Up’ (was to be the title of this post, until the ankle-bitter bit) most of the day.

Belly Up!

Belly Up!

No, you don’t get to see my photo, belly up!

At the moment Clorinha is playing fly-Catcher in the Rye Kitchen. She’s not being very successful; pesky flies.

After heavy rain Monday and Tuesday, we were promised lots of rain on Wednesday; we got lots of cloud. We were promised rain again yesterday; we got partial cloud. We were promised rain again today; we have a lovely sunny morning. Honestly, I don’t know who tells bigger lies, weather forecasters or politicians…

It’s Good Friday!

Why is it called ‘good’?

Wasn’t such a hot day for Jesus.

I don’t believe in the resurrection. There’s no proof that it really happened. It was not written about until 200+ years afterward from anecdotes; and that reminds me of the game Chinese Whispers; how stories change in the retelling. But, but… the Turin Shroud… the fabric has been dated about 16th century, although Christians won’t adhere to that.

easter-fertilityEaster is all about MONEY!

Nothing more, nothing less.

For me it is less, because I lose so many classes.

But I am not so churlish.

Happy Easter!

For those believers.

And, remember, your kids are eating pagan fertility symbols.

 

 

 

Devoid of Nutrients

Bet this kid doesn't like Easter either

Happy Easter at his expense

I hate Easter.

The shops and supermarkets are full of Easter Eggs, devoid of any nutrient value, hanging from special frames in the aisles just high enough so you bang your head on them to remind you they are there. They make the aisle dark and dingy, so you can’t see clearly what you are really there for.

Also, I lose my Friday classes.

This year is bad, not only do I lose Friday classes, but Monday’s (Tiradentes) and Wednesday’s (St George) as well. Typically, because Monday and Wednesday are public holidays, nobody will work Tuesday… so BANG! another day’s classes lost.

We celebrate Easter with pagan symbols of fertility, eggs and rabbits. The eggs are coloured and the bunnies are cute ‘n fluffy. Why don’t we celebrate Easter with a good bonk? That’s a real fertility symbol. Easter is not about Jesus, nor his crucifixion, nor his resurrection; it’s about the Spring (northern hemisphere) equinox; guaranteeing the fertility of the soil for the coming growing season. The church heisted the pagan celebration so they could say the pagans had been converted.

Nothing to do with the crucifixion

Nothing to do with the crucifixion

Oh, and Hot Cross buns, nothing to do with the crucifixion… The cross represents the Southern Cross constellation. But they are delicious…

Here’s a good Easter Exposed post.

I hate Easter!

No doubt I’ll rant some more about Easter before the event.

Cool, sunny day, so far. Lunch will be fish-somehow.

I haven’t read the news yet, so there is no commentary today.

Having said that, the sun has disappeared behind a cloud…

Later.

 

Dizzy Lizzy Pills

I need one of these

I seriously need one of these

Despite my having taken the dizzy lizzy pills as prescribed at regular +/- give-or-take intervals, I still have the occasional dizzy lizzy.

Like last night, the final ten minutes of class threatened to send me into an embarrassing collapse in mid-flight. Then again during the night, I woke at 1, something, o’clock and tried to sit up in bed… whoops, wrong thing to do; I fell back in an amoebic-like heap and lay still letting the fan play across my sweating form until I finally fell asleep waking two hours later feeling fine +/-.

My head feels a little thick, okay, thicker than it normally feels! But I think (ouch that hurts) I’ll get through the day; especially as it is a day off.

Today, I attempt a god-like miracle. I will attempt the resurrection of my beloved little saucepan (see yesterday’s post). I haven’t got a fancy rock to roll away, and Mary Magdalene hasn’t stopped by, yet.

I so wanted smoke out of his ears, but couldn't find one

No, Bradley, I will not be calling you Celeste

Bradley Manning has, or at least, wants to be Celeste, the big question is, now that he has been imprisoned for 35 years, will the army let him?

You see, I was right again; the army judge didn’t award him the Medal of Honor which he justifiably deserved.

Obama really has his panties in a twist over these guys.

I bet he’s fuming over Snowden.

I so wanted smoke pouring out of his ears, but couldn’t find one. Google is really so slack.

Fish for lunch, baked, poached, fried, I haven’t decided… yet. Snap decision when I open the fridge. It’s times like these that I really miss my Lixo, he so loved the trimmings of the fish as I prepared it. Gone but not forgotten my little friend.

There has been a suggestion, that the use of nerve gas in Syria, was a deliberate attempt to escalate the situation to armed conflict, in effect a ‘false flag’ situation. These seem to be prevalent wherever America is involved, almost so prevalent as to be totally discarded as a coincidence. It really makes one wonder WTF is going on? And, personally, I find the answer scary!

Think of it like this…

shadyas

The dogs represent our traditional enemies and fears, whereas the cat represents our security… America.

I think that is a brilliant analogy… of course, I would, it’s mine!

Must blog along, much to do today, despite the woolly head.

Later.

 

 

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