Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x88

He Is Risen

Now after the Sabbath, near dawn of the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala and the other Mary went to take a look at the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled the boulder back and sat upon it. His appearance was like lightning, and his garments as white as snow. And those keeping guard were so frightened at the sight of him that they were agitated and they trembled and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, Do not be alarmed and frightened, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, Who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, as He said [He would do]. Come, see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples, He has risen from the dead, and behold, He is going before you to Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you. So they left the tomb hastily with fear and great joy and ran to tell the disciples.

- Matthew 28:1-8 (Amplified Bible)

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x87

Seemed apropos considering the last post...

Also, "psikhushka" (психушка) is the preferred nomenclature

(DANGER: NIGHTMARE FUEL AHEAD)

'If you don't believe in climate change you must be sick': Oregon professor likens skepticism to racism

Racism, check. Backhanded reference to the South, check. Superiority of urban-living to rural lifestyles, check. Call for awareness, check... Man, she was this close to getting that moonbat bingo-card filled out, too.

Worse yet, they want to live closer to you (somewhere near Innsmouth, judging from her photograph). Until you're shipped off for re-education, that is... It's for the greater good.

Tired clichés aside, I'll let John Aziz field this one(via ZeroHedge):

... [W]hat about my position that a ultra-complex (and arguably stochastic) system like the climate is not meaningfully modellable, and therefore that climate certainty is impossible? While it seems to make sense that higher levels of atmospheric CO2 will produce higher temperatures, and while there are a myriad of simplified models out there that seem to suggest the same thing, there is no substitute for long-term empirical evidence, of which we have very little. In a system as complex as the Earth’s climate, there could be a whole swathe of effects that we have not yet identified that could drastically change the outcome (for better, or for worse). For Norgaard, does an understanding of the limitations of probabilistic modelling constitute a mental illness? Should I be committed to treatment to “cure” me of my beliefs?

Because that is what Norgaard’s words lead me to believe. And that sounds worryingly like Neo-Stalinism.

As Vox is also fond of pointing out, bedecking politics with the trappings of Science! doesn't make the politics scientific, it makes the science* political (much in the same way that a gallon of ice cream and a gallon of sewage doesn't make two gallons of ice cream).

Care for an ice cream cone?

*Actual scientific content may vary

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x86

Posted with the original, for your viewing pleasure.

Gather your limbs, shake the earth from your flesh!

- I'm finally out of the Peoples' Republik of Kalifornia; although the shine is starting to wear off of the Pacific Northwest (incessant rain wears down just about everything), it doesn't take much to remind me how much more I like it here, despite the weather's personality.

- I'm looking for property; there isn't much that can persuade me to buy land in any county touching the ocean, as Dagon worshippers seem to have the run of the territory, and the edicts issuing from their seats of power are both strange and onerous, reminiscent of the vague, undirected frustration of my previous haunts. (And I am reminded of the upper levels of the Inferno.) At any rate, the American Redoubt is lookin' good.

- On a positive note, the toy selection is much better up here, and private-party transactions aren't the subject of breathless, arm-flailing hissies.

- Regular posting is back, but no promises to frequency.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x85

Makes about as much sense as the "export democracy" policy, which has never gang aft agley. If men can build it, it can just as easily be unbuilt, and likely will be by your childrens' children's generation.

Speaking of, it's about that time...

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x84

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x83

America, a performance piece.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x82

Because everyday is Caturday, and stuff does pile up high here. Has for a while, and will likely continue to be that way for a while yet.

Caturday Afternoon Special, Episode 0x81

Late, but this pretty much explains things.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x80

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7F

But on New Year's Eve, they're everywhere... No escape. It's just another excuse to have holed-up in my house for the evening this year, considering that the Fuzz has been angling for revenue all holiday season out here. Drunk or not, you're guilty, and they'll prove it to you.

Speaking of nannyisms, we have 725 new laws on the books today.

Tacitus was right: Corruptissima re publica plurimae leges.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7E

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas this year. We're not quite done yet, friends and family are still wandering about, but that's not a bad thing... Unless you happen to be the cat, and they know about the costume.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7D

Particularly appropriate for this week; wake me in April.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7C

If you can't relax, find something else to fixate on, says I. At least my old jalopy of a desktop can still kick out the power to keep up with a new expansion without the overheard of Windows adding dead weight.

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7B

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7A

... And the frenzy begins. It's getting to where one can't step out into the parking-lot anymore without being hedged-in by others that hope you're going instead of coming, railroaded by oblivious shoppers fifteen abreast, or losing my favorite ear-drum to the keening shrieks of children reaching for the latest fuzzy, brightly-colored animatronic Tribble.

Your sentence is one month, no additional sanity for good behavior. Humbug, I say. I reject pop-Christmas, and wish it a frigid demise, buried in red ink.

HUMBUG!

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x79

Am I the only one that sees this and immediately sees our televised media?

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x78

Sadly, he had to put the economy back, as some jerk had spilled quantitative-easing all over the front of it.