Friday, October 12, 2007

Great questions of our time

Is anthropogenic climate change for real?

24. Fu — Return  (The Turning Point)

The Judgement

Return. Success.
Going out and coming in without error.
Friends come without blame.
To and fro goes the way.
On the seventh day comes return.
It furthers one to have somewhere to go.

The Image

Thunder within the earth:
The image of the Turning Point.
Thus the kings of antiquity closed the passes
At the time of solstice.
Merchants and strangers did not go about,
And the ruler
Did not travel through the provinces.

Six in the Fourth Place

Walking in the midst of others,
One returns alone.

Goat Friday

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feeding frenzy

Thursday, October 11, 2007

King of the mountain

Kate Bush King of the Mountain

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Pahoff trolls AppliedH!

Oh yeah, almost forgot to report that Geoff Pahoff has trolled the ‘hate-infused universe’ thread by assuming the fake identity of one AB Knox in order to mislead, disrupt, and all the usual stuff.

Pahoff trolls??” I hear you ask. “Why is this news???

And you’d be right. Yawn.

But what’s remarkable is that the ‘hate-infused universe’ thread has, in a single day, assembled such diverse blog identities as Pahoff/Knox (who also put in an anonymous appearance), Harry Heidelberg and Craig Rowley.

Think of it! Such an assembly all on the same thread is not only weird, but I’d wager is a phenomenon that will probably not be duplicated in the blogosphere.

Never. Ever. Not ever.

But is this news??” I hear you ask.

And you’d have a point...



After posting this entry this morning, someone calling himself ‘Alison Knox’ (and then simply ‘Alison’) began posting comments on the ‘hate-infused universe’ thread at 11:06am.

The IP address obtained from Sitemeter indicates that this comment was posted from the same computer that was used by ‘Anonymous’ to dump Pahoff’s puerile ‘Shotgun Stam’ ditty on the same thread at 1:51pm yesterday.

Pathetic. Yawn.


Wednesday, October 10, 2007

A wee parable

Moving on, here’s a trifle I posted a long time ago, in simpler times, on a blog far, far away...

A frog lived in a pond in a lush, ancient woodland. Despite all the usual adversities with which he and his froggy friends had to contend, such as predators and the occasional dry spell, our frog lived a life as nearly idyllic as a frog could live.

Unknown to our frog, a band of quarrelsome hominids had colonised the surrounds and built a sewage treatment plant not far from his pond. Unfortunately the plant regularly discharged a noxious slush into the surrounding ecosystem, and a lot of it found its way into our froggy pond.

Hominids? Sewage? Ecosystem? Toxicity? Plasma TV? These were all concepts to which our froggy friend was contentedly oblivious.

Initially, the only thing that did penetrate his froggy consciousness was a noticeable increase in biomass of the water in the pond. For a while, the enhanced biomass caused a flourishing of life in the froggy pond, and our frog and his froggy friends prospered and multiplied.

If frogs had print media, the headlines might have ran:

Biomass Bonus Continues Unabated!

It was a great time to be a frog!!

Over time, of course, the level of toxicity in the pond increased relentlessly. There was nothing our frog could put his webbed finger on, but sometimes he thought he noticed what seemed to be increasingly erratic behaviour in his froggy friends.

He didn’t realise that he himself was engaging in similarly erratic behaviour. Rather, he just thought his behaviour was normal.

Of course, it had to be normal. He was doing it, and he knew he was normal. He was as oblivious to the incongruity of his random savage outbursts as he was to the concept of toxicosis.

Eventually and inevitably our frog, his froggy friends, and all other life in the pond were extinguished — all except for a permanent algal bloom that held the now frogless pothole in its unyielding grip.

Monday, October 08, 2007

The rank duplicity of Geoff Pahoff

Pahoff at Harry’s Club Chaos:

You’re right about the hateful moral bankruptcy of the average “leftie”, Harry. ... They are very much at the grubby margins and it would be a mistake to let them win by closing the blog.

Pahoff later at Avatar Briefs, commenting on the very same remarks of Harry’s:

... Truth is I never read the lead article till later. Just like I had only skim read the typical drunken rant from Harry. You’re forgetting he nearly banned me a couple of weeks ago ...

Is there anyone anywhere who could invest the slightest scintilla of trust in the sincerity of such a person? Or his veracity?

The hate-infused universe of Geoff Pahoff

I see that the hate-stuff directed against me by Geoff Pahoff continues over at Harry Heidelberg’s Club Chaos.

I think next Pahoff could maybe get a pic of me, texta in a funny little Hitler moustache, and get Harry to post that. Any more ideas for juvenile slime capers? — please submit to Pahoff c/o Harry’s.

The really pathetic thing is that all this hate-stuff of Pahoff’s has come from my having repeatedly shown him up to be full of shit on Webdiary, perhaps well over a year ago now.

But that wasn’t the worst of it, ooh no.

Then Pahoff’s primary hate-object of the time said something nice to me about my analysis.

But that wasn’t the worst of it, ooh no.

I then said something civil in acknowledgement to Pahoff’s hate-object.

Any sane person would regard such an exchange as merely part of the rich tapestry of life in the blogosphere. But in Pahoff’s hate-infused mind, this sort of exchange, between those he seems to regard as his mortal enemies, becomes evidence of ‘intercepting’ and ‘shepherding’ operations by the forces of evil.

In Pahoff’s hate-infused universe, you’re either with him or against him. After long experience, it seems to me that about the only thing Pahoff can do with any conviction or purpose is to hate. It seems to exude from his pores, then erupts rather frequently in streams of bile.

Well, that brief exchange, so long ago now, seems to have sent Pahoff into an apoplexy from which he’s never recovered. I have to admit I’ve enjoyed watching some of it, and have even deliberately done a number of things to set him off.

Anyway, I could go back to Harry’s place (yet again) to put my views about all this, but why bother? It’s gotta end somewhere.

It ends here.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Be ready to any unrestrained syntax!

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That much wider???

Anyway, I suspect the young lady pictured might actually be indicating the length of the nose of whoever conceived this advert.

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