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9/30/2001 Responding to recent events on Earth, God, the omniscient creator-deity worshipped by billions of followers of various faiths for more than 6,000 years, angrily clarified His longtime stance against humans killing each other Monday. "Look, I don't know, maybe I haven't made myself completely clear, so for the record, here it is again," said the Lord, His divine face betraying visible emotion during a press conference near the site of the fallen Twin Towers. "Somehow, people keep coming up with the idea that I want them to kill their neighbor. Well, I don't. And to be honest, I'm really getting sick and tired of it. Get it straight. Not only do I not want anybody to kill anyone, but I specifically commanded you not to, in really simple terms that anybody ought to be able to understand." Worshipped by Christians, Jews, and Muslims alike, God said His name has been invoked countless times over the centuries as a reason to kill in what He called "an unending cycle of violence." "I don't care how holy somebody claims to be," God said. "If a person tells you it's My will that they kill someone, they're wrong. Got it? I don't care what religion you are, or who you think your enemy is, here it is one more time: No killing, in My name or anyone else's, ever again." The press conference came as a surprise to humankind, as God rarely intervenes in earthly affairs. As a matter of longstanding policy, He has traditionally left the task of interpreting His message and divine will to clerics, rabbis, priests, imams, and Biblical scholars. Theologians and laymen alike have been given the task of pondering His ineffable mysteries, deciding for themselves what to do as a matter of faith. His decision to manifest on the material plane was motivated by the deep sense of shock, outrage, and sorrow He felt over the Sept. 11 violence carried out in His name, and over its dire potential ramifications around the globe. "I tried to put it in the simplest possible terms for you people, so you'd get it straight, because I thought it was pretty important," said God, called Yahweh and Allah respectively in the Judaic and Muslim traditions. "I guess I figured I'd left no real room for confusion after putting it in a four-word sentence with one-syllable words, on the tablets I gave to Moses. How much more clear can I get?" Worse yet, many of the worst violators claim that their actions are justified by passages in the Bible, Torah, and Qur'an. "To be honest, there's some contradictory stuff in there, okay?" God said. "So I can see how it could be pretty misleading. I admit it?My bad. I did My best to inspire them, but a lot of imperfect human agents have misinterpreted My message over the millennia. Frankly, much of the material that got in there is dogmatic, doctrinal bullshit. I turn My head for a second and, suddenly, all this stuff about homosexuality gets into Leviticus, and everybody thinks it's God's will to kill gays. It absolutely drives Me up the wall." God praised the overwhelming majority of His Muslim followers as "wonderful, pious people," calling the perpetrators of the Sept. 11 attacks rare exceptions. "This whole medieval concept of the jihad, or holy war, had all but vanished from the Muslim world in, like, the 10th century, and with good reason," God said. "There's no such thing as a holy war, only unholy ones. The vast majority of Muslims in this world reject the murderous actions of these radical extremists, just like the vast majority of Christians in America are pissed off over those two bigots on The 700 Club." Continued God, "Read the book: 'Allah is kind, Allah is beautiful, Allah is merciful.' It goes on and on that way, page after page. But, no, some assholes have to come along and revive this stupid holy-war crap just to further their own hateful agenda. So now, everybody thinks Muslims are all murderous barbarians. Thanks, Taliban: 1,000 years of pan-Islamic cultural progress down the drain." God stressed that His remarks were not directed exclusively at Islamic extremists, but rather at anyone whose ideological zealotry overrides his or her ability to comprehend the core message of all world religions. "I don't care what faith you are, everybody's been making this same mistake since the dawn of time," God said. "The Muslims massacre the Hindus, the Hindus massacre the Muslims. The Buddhists, everybody massacres the Buddhists. The Jews, don't even get me started on the hardline, right-wing, Meir Kahane-loving Israeli nationalists, man. And the Christians? You people believe in a Messiah who says, 'Turn the other cheek,' but you've been killing everybody you can get your hands on since the Crusades." Growing increasingly wrathful, God continued: "Can't you people see? What are you, morons? There are a ton of different religious traditions out there, and different cultures worship Me in different ways. But the basic message is always the same: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Shintoism... every religious belief system under the sun, they all say you're supposed to love your neighbors, folks! It's not that hard a concept to grasp." "Why would you think I'd want anything else? Humans don't need religion or God as an excuse to kill each other?you've been doing that without any help from Me since you were freaking apes!" God said. "The whole point of believing in God is to have a higher standard of behavior. How obvious can you get?" "I'm talking to all of you, here!" continued God, His voice rising to a shout. "Do you hear Me? I don't want you to kill anybody. I'm against it, across the board. How many times do I have to say it? Don't kill each other anymore?ever! I'm fucking serious!" Upon completing His outburst, God fell silent, standing quietly at the podium for several moments. Then, witnesses reported, God's shoulders began to shake, and He wept. 9/26/2001
9/23/2001 Hil's pointless blog of random stuff has a very very nice poem.... A Small Scratch She has become a vampire at my door, asking, without asking, to come inside.... Wanna Be Bad? Willa Ford and Hard Candy show you the way! is what I want. I want candy. Aaaaaa want candy. This is what I get in my email box. No offers of marriage. No requests to be a spiritual advisor to Janet Jackson (No Janet, you can't go to heaven. Yo ain't funky enough.). No enrollment forms to join the SubSarahan Harem. Sweet fuck all. But let me tell you about my chiropractor... dr fang. Later. 9/21/2001 Somewhere out there.... I'll find what I'm looking for.... 9.21.2001 ok, this is scary... you see the number on one the planes that crashed into the twintowers is: Q33NY (it was on the news) so then if you just change it over to the font: wingdings (not wingdings 2 or 3): this happends: [visit her page to see it.] plane, to buildings, dead and the david star... scary huh? 9/19/2001
It has been a good day. But I feel as if it has been a bad day. Things have happened. Cats have been fed. Laundry, that perennial scourge, has been initiated, processed, post-processed, ironed and folded, with full support from the locals (housemates). No bombs have drops. No jars of frozen pasta sauce have exploded in the microwave. No one set fire to the lavender in the hallway, and no one stole anything from Esmé's tobacco stash. The evening is nice. Not too cool or windy for me. And it is now a quiet time for me. I was even out of the house, down at a cyber cafe @ La Douche Cyber Café to just get out of the house for a bit. But I got booted @ 8 and am home again. I just feel that sort of vague uneasiness that has been creeping up on me all September. That feeling you're not sure what it is, but it permeates all your thoughts as the tide obscures the low rocks and plants as it assumes its shoreline. I'm waiting for something to happen. But dreading that happening in the same thought. No, I'm not talking about the homebways in New York who want to exact revenge for their own ignorances and xenophobias that have come back and kissed them on the lips. My scope is much more local, more personal. I've been living too too long on borrowed time and borrowed live(s), and I know it can't last. Oh, it can last for years, decades, millennia. Who knows. But I'm feeling the pressure. The impending sense of sudden change ready to catch me unawares. The tide is turning. The ships are leaving. And am I to stay on the shore like the good wife and wait for their return? Or to abandon hope and embrace adventure, sailing forth to unknowns? 9/18/2001 >From org@intee.net Tue Sep 18 12:12:22 2001 From the "what are they smoking in Russia" files [194.85.81.128] claimed to be intee.net From: Oksana Svetlova To: webmaster@sarahsmiles.com Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 20:55:53 +0400 Subject: proposal for cooperation Hello. I meant to contact a webmaster of http://sarahsmiles.com. Am I correct, I hope? Actually, I am not quite sure... Did I or Natasha Fedorova write you before to your other address? Anyway, now I am here instead of her too. So, my name is Oksana Svetlova, I live in St. Petersburg, Russia. I have a couple ideas, how we could cooperate to mutual benefit, see, possibly you will find some interesting. People are seeking to cut costs with this economy slow-down, right?The thing is that I could get you in touch with developers from Russia, who will be happy to do a web designer's work for you for considerably less, than you possibly take from your clients (or pay for web-design?), and with _professional_ quality. Also - all programming, Internet-programming, graphic, flash design, content writing, translations, etc. If you do web-design, then you may accept more orders at once (getting a good share from each), and Also, actually, it would be really interesting to find a GOOD local consultant for our clients. You know, some people prefer to meet in person instead of talking via email. Perhaps, would you be willing to work as an IT conslutant for our clients? If yes, what countries/states/cities would you like to take care of? If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Also, if you have in mind any project, you may send me its short description, and we shall return you its cost/time estimation. Hope to hear from you soon. 9/17/2001 The End of Free is too too too cool. And I'm sure that everyone except me reads it every day. I'm sure. So sure. I'd bet my last pint of blood on it. It seems, and I may be wrong, that EOF is a chronicle of the costification of previously free stuff. Hmmm... when is blogger going to joing the ranks? Since EV seems to contribute, perhaps never? Coolistolicious! Microtek Technical Support - ScanMaker C3U really sucks! I need a scanner of my own. Hours wasted. Fuck. 9/16/2001 Hil's pointless blog of random stuff notes The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.--Audre Lorde, and has a better commentary on why people hate us. Please read it. She writes so well. My mistaken friendDanny who I included as my LiveJournal friend thinking I was including shortgoth, had this quote for which I thank him, and had something to say of my own at the end... "The ACLU's got to take a lot of blame for this. And, I know that I'll hear from them for this. But, throwing God or successfully with the help of the federal court system, throwing God out of the public square, out of the schools. The abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say 'you helped this happen'." - Jerry Falwell Sarah says... Perhaps having a modicum of respect, as Jerry Falwell does not, and as we Mercians do not as a whole, for the world outside of our own (or your own, since I moved), or even love, but definitely understanding of the bloody world around us, and the damage we have caused, and still cause in the name of our own values and imagined needs. Jerry baby just reminds us who we are at our worst, just when we're acting our best; reminding us of our usual narrow sighted ways, our hatred of others, and our self-consumed attitudes that has pissed off so much of the rest of the fucking world that people are lining up to die just to send us a wake up call. The terror isn't /bin/laden, he's just the messenger that we're now off to shoot. I've seen the horror, in the eyes of the world, and it is us. Just as Conrad's Heart of Darkness was not to be found in the arms of the black goddess of the jungle, but in the pale white brow of his 'intended' in Belgium, so is the horror not in Afghanistan, but in ourselves how have, in the pursuit of our own aims, created such hatred directed towards ourselves in others. I still think we should go and blow /bin/laden senseless. It is our duty to those few of us who are innocent. But when he's gone, there will only be us, and the horror will still remain. 9/15/2001 I don't know what they're smoking, but it is just the thing I want to see. THen I want it to sit up and bark, rub my feed... maybe double as a vibrator too. Better be waterproof. 9/14/2001 Snorland is the insanely cool script I'm using for comments. I was going to try and install some perl scripts on my computer and make ti work that way, but I tried this first. Amazing. So easy. So useful. So... livejournal kiss my butt! Blogger with comments is enough for me. I can type the rest. I'm sorry. I have nothing to say. Violence has taken my voice away. We kill to live. And kill we needs must. But to kill for politics? I'm crushed and am working in mindless mode these days. Cooking, cleaning, anything but thinking. 9/13/2001 Noor is ONLINE. I can't believe it. And as usual with her, I can't understand some of it. I think the site is called "Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, che la diritta via era smarrita..." and I think it means: "In means of the cammin of our life I found again myself for a dark forest, than the straight one via it was smarrita... " With Noor, I'm forever purplexed, but I'm forever wondering what she'll do or say next. And I wish I could write like she does. Free, easy, descrptive. Maybe it is because she's so reserved in real life, and I'm such a ditz. Anywa, Noor's here, and I'm that much less alone online. I've got nothing I can say about what has happened. I'm stuck in a loop of listening and watching and reading. I'm worried, and I'm feeling free, at the same time. Many won't. So many. So fast. So gone. So strange. 9/12/2001 Sarah Smiles now has her own LiveJournal. I want comments, and I can't do it in Blogger. I'll test. And if it is cool, it will replace blogger. Sigh. So much shit. So little time. 9/10/2001 Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I think that I finally got Noor to set up a blog! Just had a marathon longdistance call from her (2 hours is insanely long for me to be on the phone), and she said she'll 'try' it. I know her. When she decides to do anything, she gets all methodical and everything. I would not doubt it if she started studying everything and making notes. It sure looks like a lovely night. There's a lovely smell of the brush coming in the window, as I write, on a nice breeze starting to come in from the window facing north.. Must have been really sunny, as the stones still have echos of the summer warmth. Very quiet, except for the odd scooter. Ooops. More trouble for sarah... but trouble is such sweat sorrow. Yahoo! Groups : real-vampires Messages :Message 33432 of 33433 --- In real-vampires@y..., "Belua Bellua" > > Her point is theoretically true, that all input is processed by humans and is therefore coloured by the (imperfect) human perspective. I think > *everything* being a "socially constructed fiction" is going a bit far > though. :) There are a few Empirical things we must agree on. Assume we are > sitting in the same room together, physically. I am breathing. You are > breathing. Our hearts are beating. I am typing on a plastic keyboard. If I > cut myself I will bleed. There are clouds in the sky. That pine tree has > needles instead of leaves. > > -Kieran Kieran... darling. Don't be silly. You are not breathing empirically. If you cut yourself, you do not empirically bleed. Why? Because That is the social construction of knowledge. If the sun explodes, Finally, the number and word four (4) is only a trite convenience All else is sham dross and foolery. 9/9/2001
Swallow the Poison - Virulent.nu is Jacquelyn. She's reminding me how little journaling I actually do. I'm embarassed, and almost motivated. But reading hers is fun. Maybe I'll buy a guitar. Not. We're working on a Group Poem: Naked. My addition is at the bottom. --- In FarmPoetry@y..., "magpie" > Scarecrow wrote: > > The Silly Bones > > Fully filleted by skilled Silky Worms > > Finding home, > > Dating last nakedness, > > Skinned all alone in the dirt, > > Resort to morbid humour, > > Telling skinless, earthy jokes > > Rattling, prattling > > Definitively nude > > For their Rest In Peace > > > but feathers lying naked > eclipsed by rising wings of birth > and lost among the welkin > tattered, shattered, alone to pout > they hover, wander aimless Young bride stripped bare, 9/8/2001 --- In real-vampires@y..., "Jerry marty" > I would reply that if you live in a one dimentional world you will have a > one dimentional viewpoint. Once you experience the three dimentional world > your viewpoint will change. How do we know that there are not even more > dimentions than we can comprehend with. Never ridicule or belittle someone's > religion. > Why not? Religion has been around much longer than politically correct american bleeding heart (nummy) liberalism would suggest. People have and still do kill each other over religion. That's just life. And how do we know that you, or I, are not just a gibbering heap of beer stained pigeon droppings? We don't. Never have, never will. WHAT IS YOUR POINT? Potential meaning: Simply put, it is the nature of cognition to NOT be able to understand things we can't comprehend, and only an epsilon semi moron believes anything and everything on the off chance it might be something. We think. We breath. We have fucking stupid opinions. I'll keep making stupid generalizations, and hope that those that I love and that love me and who have some wit and insight suggests that I should reconsider my responses. But I WILL NOT mindlessly accept all shite as automatically equal because some god or trailertrash says so. (I'm not assuming you're one or the other). Some people are full of shit and some people are filled with divine indignation. (hold on, was I making sense back there?) I would rather be wrong and apologise, than be so apologetic so as to be unable to discriminate and accept all things as equal. "You tend to see a recurring thread about how vampires should be classified. Homo Sapiens Sanguivore? Homo Sapiens Supremis? Something else entirely unrelated to humans perhaps? Well, I have the answer. Please bear with me while I run you through it. This is the abridged version, with my many usual ramblings and digressions removed to make this as short and painless a process as possible. "Well one thing that is immediately apparent is that vampires, as a rule, are "cat people". No, I don't mean they actually have feline souls in human bodies, I mean they tend to love/own/get on well with cats. I decided to probe deeper into this. Consider the following. 9/7/2001
Quiet on thraxil has an interesting post on BMGreed... check out the comments. I added mine: What? Music isn't free? No one told me. They're all free. The insane commodification and professionalization of 'professionals' who do music for us costs. And it should cost. They're no different from doctors or programmers or professors or The question isn't about if pop music should be free... but why we need someone to be musical for us. 9/6/2001 12 lost, some souls Too red and broken nails scattered on wood: hungry skin sunbleached shudders pain in the wind- torn memory flutters. I had a longish chat with Danny tonight. He's always full of piss and attitude. I was whining about all the 'people' from Tunisia and Egypt always hitting on me. Danny suggested that I reset my gender to male or not specified. Like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner, I changed it. And wow. THey stopped. And IMMEDIATELY I started getting spammed for porn! I don't know what is worse. Actually, I do. The North Africans are just looking for a thrill, and they go away easily enough. The porn is something that just isn't going away. Oh, give me more eroticism and less porn. Hmmm... no. Porn is fine. I guess I have to admit it. But I only like it theoretically, and perhaps with friends, but not anonymously on the net.
9/2/2001 Here's the whole scene. I just couldn't resist. The angred silent screen vamp readying herself for revenge! (click for full size) New Picture of MEEEEEEEEEE! I'm on a scanning binge this weekend. I got a borrow of a scanner, and I have to get everything done in a week, before I give it back. The one I bought has never worked well, so I just gave up. Friends (and I'm not going to name them if they're not willing to blog!) supplied some of these. The rest are by homeys. Here's the first one... just to wet your appetite. I have a stack of picts a mile high. I just have to see which ones scan best, and which ones don't make me look like a slovenly wench. 9/1/2001 How could a dead girl pass this up? T.Casey Brennan: The Vampire And the President. Vampirella Shot JFK |