Such good news this week! I’ve mentioned before that most astrological signs are portents of disaster, but this week is extraordinary in that is has three (count ’em!) good signs, and rather fantastically good signs at that.
Sol-Terra-Luna: The Son of Man on his throne with the sun in his right hand and the moon in his left. All things are as they should be.
Sol-Mercury-Mars: Good news for fighting folk. Note that this is tied to the earlier alignment through the Sun (life). This is pretty much exactly what you want to see if you have a loved one warring.
Venus-Mercury-Jupiter: Good tidings of great joy. This relates to the above through Mercury, so there will not only be good news of those mentioned above, but for them as well. I wonder if it means we’ll hear from Derpetologist. It could be, the stars did predict the return of IFH after all.
For the rest of the horioscope:
This week, the sun enters Capricorn. Expect feasting.
New moon in Cancer: Secrets and new gains. Growth, both desired and less so.
Jupiter and Mercury in Sagittarius. Predictions come true. Wish not ill upon others.
Mars in Pisces: Red and Green. A major event involving red and green will come to pass this week.
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This looks like a bad idea:
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Du8Ozt0WkAIVs4B.jpg
Tall cans!
Oh…wait…
SUP YUFUS !
Impressive PowerPoint skillz
If it’s good enough for the most fearsome fighting force that time and space have ever known, it’s good enough for me.
Also: This year’s Christmas Star is Venus, so make use of the mistletoe while it’s up.
Very off topic: just sitting here sipping java, getting ready for a run. Listening to Samiam. Damn this album is good. Can’t believe it came out in 1991, because that was 27 years ago. Which would make me… 49? Fuck that’s old. Going for a run! https://youtu.be/WwSEoVn2GwU
The stars see all that is. Therefore there is no such thing as off-topic.
“The Son of Man on his throne with the sun in his right hand and the moon in his left.”
Junior sitting on the toilet, having a wank while reading a UK tabloid. A finger up his ass?
Does this toilet have a reading stand?
Junior sitting on the toilet, having a wank while reading a UK tabloid.
Shaka, when the walls fell.
Sam with the showing scalp flat-top, particular about the point it made.
Pisces is associated with green? I assumed it would be blue.
…now I’m wondering when that relationship was discovered, because the boundary between blue and green is pretty culturally-specific. We can ask Straff and Grizz for examples.
This is fascinating since we can distinguish so many shades of green, yet in some cultures, they don’t use different words for the different shades. And yes, I understand that they still distinguish the shades. I call both my maternal and paternal aunts ‘aunt’. I still know the difference in how they are related to me.
The correspondence between the seven planets and seven metals is pretty old, but the seven colors is a pretty recent innovation if the legends about Newton are correct.
Are they bawdy legends?
Newton was a bit of a prude, alas.
It’s quite interesting that languages seem to follow a certain pattern with basic color term naming. At the base level, the brain seems to divide color into 2 categories, white/yellow/red and black/blue/green. This makes sense if you think about how the world looks when your eyes are extremely out of focus, like when you are an infant.
So I was taught that the sophistication of a language was based on how many shades of a color it has words for because there is nothing inherently RED about the color red. I always thought that was fascinating.
In this case, what do you mean by “sophistication”?
Breadth of vocabulary and depth of nuance.
HM posted a comment a few weeks ago about colors and cultures that sent me down a wonderful rabbit hole for several hours. Very interesting stuff.
That said, I only took one linguistics course and it was the same time as Old English so I don’t remember much. My brain was mush by that time.
Hmmm…I’m not sure I agree with that. I’m sure there are languages with a relatively small number of terms for color, but a large number of terms for something else. (weather or animals, maybe?)
I’m also just leery of making absolute value judgements like that concerning languages anyway.
Consider “school bus orange”. People will argue that the color is “yellow”. Another ambiguous line.
Let’s not even get into chartreuse!
I think Crayola called that one yellow-orange.
It’s chrome yellow
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrome_yellow
Fascinating, thanks!
Russian has multiple words for relatonships by marriage. Your father-in-law gets a different word than your husband’s for example.
they also have different words for what English calls “blue,” if I haven’t been lied to.
As does Thai.
So how many colors do they say are in the rainbow in Thailand?
7, but that’s because they don’t really differentiate between indigo and violet. Though they have words for both, they typically just include indigo in violet.
Синий for dark blue and голубой for light blue, although Russians consider them different colors, not different shades of blue.
Like, navy and robin’s egg/sky blue? Where is royal/Prussian (blueprint) blue in that?
I’ve studied Thai for almost 15 years now, and still while I can recognize their “ocean blue” and “sky blue”, I still cannot for the life of me differentiate exactly where the line that separates the two is. Whereas, any native speaker can without conscious thought, just as we can tell what side of the green/blue line aquamarine is.
Russian Wikipedia says Prussian blue is in the sinij part. They’re not certain of the etymology of the word, but goluboy comes from the word for pigeon, apparently based on the color of the neck feathers.
If only I were a native English speaker I could tell where the line is in borderline cases. What is it, 654 grains of sand make a heap?
I heard on Coast To Coast AM this morning on my way to work that blue didn’t exit until 200 years ago.
Just one of those conspiracies so crazy it stands out.
There are times when I really hate my family. This is the last year I travel to MN In the winter.
I thpught you were just taking your mom home? Trip went sour?
And staying for Christmas. I’m really just done.
Ohhhhhhh. Yikes. I wish you a better time from here on out.
“Happiness is having a large, loving family. That live in another state.” – George Burns
Except that I am the one expected to travel, always. Which was fine when the kids were little, but now they are all out of the house. My sister can’t take vacation at Christmas! Why don’t I understand that?!
Obviously, that’s not all of it, but I’m not putting anything else on the internet.
My brother came down from Albany yesterday, and it was me, Dad, him, and his wife. My two sisters live halfway across the country. Nothing against my sisters, but a small Christmas is fine by me.
“I am the one expected to…”
I became a much happier person when I learned to say no. I have no qualms about that anymore. None whatsoever. If you let them they will suck your soul right out of you. My obligation is to my child and wife. Child is grown and on his own. For my wife I would move heaven and earth or give my life. Anything she wants, she gets. Everyone else and their expectations are just going to have to deal with disappointment. My life is my own.
I hope she gives you anything you want in return.
She does. She stuck by me when no one else would. Solid. Fucking. Gold.
Today, I booked Florida for next year.
*thumbs up*
Oh, and if you are near the Destin area be sure and eat at Stinky’s restaurant. Don’t go home without their crab cake recipe. Best in the world. Get it by hook or by crook and then give it to me. The stingy bastards wont tell me.
Why do you want her to enact your labor for you? :-p
Because I failed. I am hoping she is more competent than I am.
Except that I am the one expected to travel, always.
We were expected to travel to Dallas this Christmas. FIL even started telling people we’d be there. Sorry FIL, you don’t get to expect your kids all to come home for Christmas when one lives in Seattle and the other lives in DC.
Extended family obligations drive me nuts. My family was never that way, so I find it very foreign to operate with familial expectations clouding everything.
AW LAWD, THEY COMIN’!: Meet Big Angel: The “Fattest” J-Pop Idol Group.
Do they do a cover of this?
If not, they should!
I expect no less from you Heroic. You are a gem.
Or this?
That sounds like a challenge!
After watching this, I think I might just have decided it is time to go celibate or something…
In 1962, somebody asked a bunch of Australians if “husbands watch the birth of their children?”
Surprisingly, most of the dudes were like “yeah!” and almost all the women were like “fuck, no!”
On birthing babies there is a striking difference in perspective between the two sexes.
My first wife wanted a large family. For a few years she told me she wanted six children. While she was in labor with the first one I was standing next to the bed holding her hand and said “Just think, only five more”
I am surprised she didn’t divorce me on the spot.
We were going to stop at 3 till #2 damn near killed me (for reals). #3 would have.
I recently got in touch with a cousin and requested genealogical info from him. He has some pretty extensive information. The first thing I noticed is that my great grandparents lost two children out of seven, both to yellow fever (fuck mosquitoes, I still say I would exterminate them entirely given the chance). The next thing I noticed is that out of their cousins they lost two girls who died giving birth and only one baby survived.
I see a lot of people who romanticize about what life used to be like but I notice they are all people who never had to bury their own baby or wife.
Infection and fever is really what gets you, if the blood loss doesn’t.
And the bats. Vicious little fuckers.
I’ve been meaning to put up a bat box way behind my house in the woods because they eat their weight in mosquitoes every night.
But in this case, I was talking about women dying in childbirth.
Bat box. I have done that before. And bird houses. There is a definite pattern.
1. Intended critter
2. Taken over by wasps
3. Taken over by bees
4. Abandoned
That is with no maintenance. Bats are migratory so that gives you an opportunity for maintenance. If you lived in the south you could do what I do – hang spanish moss and cultivate it. Bats love to spend the day sleeping in clumps of spanish moss. It is easy to cultivate, you just hang it on slow growing trees (red, white and post oak). Fast growing trees shed bark and limbs and thus moss. Once you get it started the birds and squirrels will spread it around for you in nest making.
Oh, thank you! We have a severe wasp problem. I had to completely take out several boxwoods because they were infested with wasps. I can never find all their nests.
No bat box.
I’ve been debating moving the bat box. We have bats in the neighborhood, but they haven’t taken interest in the bat box on the carport. Perhaps moving it down into the woods would get them to nest in it.
wasps like to nest in my mailbox 🙁 happened probably 10 out of the 15 years I’ve lived here.
fuck mosquitoes, I still say I would exterminate them entirely given the chance
What if the dinosaurs had thought like you, and exterminated all the mosquitoes? Then we would never have had Jurassic Park.
You need to think of the long-range implications of your actions in your time on Earth.
I went to a relative’s house last friday and Jurassic Park XYZ was playing on their TV. Everyone but me started an extensive conversation about which movie it was and how it tied into all of the others. Someone asked me and my answer “How in hell can y’all tell them apart? Same plot, same characters, same critters. If you threw them all in a sack I wouldn’t be able to tell one from another. If you have seen one you have seen them all.”
I am thinking of the long term implications. Millions of humans and even more critters not dying painful lingering deaths from horrible diseases. While we are at it let’s get rid of the rest of the hateful parasites.
I’ve done extensive genealogy on my family. A running theme was 5-10 children and Not all of them making it to adulthood.
There’s never been a better time to be alive than right now.
Hear hear.
I was walking through the old cemetery at the edge of town that dates back to the town’s founding.
I was not unusual to see lots of little headstone for “infant boy” or “infant girl”. It was common practice to not name children until they were many months old, because it was common for them to die before they were named.
There’s one in the cemetery where my mom is buried that has six siblings, with the longest-living one having died in the AEF in WWI.
Same here. I notice a lot of infants (mostly yellow fever here in LA) and whole families dying on the same day (house fires, usually from oil lamps).
It is really sad.
I had a great uncle who survived the trenches in the first WW. He survived the flu epidemic. He came home, landing in New Orleans and Yellow Fever got him. Poor guy.
Fuck mosquitoes.
Darth Vader Yule Log Five Hours
I’ve just about had it with Dak Prescott.
In Uber with the wife and son, heading for SFO airport on our way to the balmy Midwest for Xmas. Driver’s radio is playing that annoying George Michael “Last Christmas” song. I made my own lyrics for it, so now this is my earworm:
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you said you were gay.
This year, because you are queer,
I’m searching for some heterosexual.
*one cis-hetero tear rolls down cheek*
Have a different earworm
Read it to Mr. Mojeaux. He larfed.
But LeBron is totes not a bigot.
https://mobile.twitter.com/darrenrovell/status/1076842417104539649
Fuck me! What boring nontroversy.
But…but, we need to be outraged. We cannot thrive without outrage!
It’s not so much what LeBron tweeted as it is that there’s little notice of this compared to tweets from when somebody of the wrong class was back in high school.
To change the topic, damn Packers going to OT in a meaningless game against a shitty team. What the hell, it has been a ‘fun’ game though.
Too bad they didn’t fire Zook when they fired McCarthy.
#himtoo and I thought Kevin Green retired when he left the Packers, but they showed him on the Jets staff. Would have probably fared better if he’d been coaching LBs than Winston Moss.