so join me, everyone, in a moment of total being-bummed-about-stuff. I know a lot of you are very bummed for very many reasons (ironically some of you are bummed because no one is bumming you, to mix colloquialisms)
but for this moment we unite to be bummed all for the same reason, the retiring of our favorite web-o-vision brand comic interlude distraction - the donjollilogues. I know I'm not the only one who enjoyed daily reading of the nonsense of another man's life. especially a man so richly living. A moment of silence, now, and then I'll continue.
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I won't go too far into the many reasons this upsets me, nor will I (on this occasion) try to convince Don to publish his most honest musings despite the agonizing discomfort it gives him. Suffice to say, I don't really get why people get angry. Ever. See when you reveal something deep and hidden about someone, it forces them to face it, even if they're not ready. But if you're sitting on something for many years you should be ready, and if you're not, you should face it anyway because you are making no progress this way.
I don't get why people stagnate in their comfort. I've gotten over that. If someone asks I will answer honestly any question in the world because the people I love either will be happy to know or won't care. If they're upset by it generally that doesn't last too long. People I don't love? Fuck em. Who gives a shit what they think? And, really, even if you do care deeply what they think, the most important thing is to make them think you don't care what they think, so that lines up perfectly.
I'll reprint, now, a recipe from WindeGod RavenSturm's booke of Tinctures and Salves for the Low of Heart and High of Spirit; Muscled CowardFish and Earthegg/Earthorb sanctum:
Espy ye one pink CowardFish
several smallish EarthEggs in sizes relating roughly equally to that of said LunglessStalwart
one or more whole hearts of HeatGarden
a few or less half-pecks of pearlescent EarthOrb
myriad FireSeeds and GumSalves, including YellowCraw and RedCraw
Slice thinly, very thinly, very thin indeed, the diamonds of the earth, whilst cutting chunkily the Coward in the manner deserved of any Stalwart who might return home, and in returning, fight against the river's flow. The sanctum shall be first in all ways, having only brave components, and shall consist of bitten HeatGarden of an amount roughly thrice a king's thumb. Every kind that springs from the earth aforementioned in this passing page, place in an oiled KettleFlat and burn until burnt. Add GreenWaste, BlackRock and WhiteRock, and just before fruition plop forth the Multitudinal Craws in the amount of 1 tongueful red and 3 or 4 yellow, and mix until dehydrated or otherwise absorbe'd.
PorcelainBlood can be used in favour of the latter Craw, but we are not made of wizard's coins. Enlive also the CowardFish in his FirePit, dressed in his FireSeeds, at the healthiest heat you can in your life imagine, so that he is crisped on the outside and nearly as raw on the inside as when abandoned, his life of past well traveled and ruined by memory's heavy gait. He will well be set upon the finished sanctum and dressed with fresh BlueCreste or GreenWaste, if some remained. Stab and swallow, heartily my apprentice.
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I assume he's talking about making a sort of slaw out of potatos, onions, spices, and thin hummus as a sort of sauce, with a nice piece of salmon cooked very tenderly with a kind of dry rub. Which is just what I did, though I added spinach, and it was very good. Yum.
but for this moment we unite to be bummed all for the same reason, the retiring of our favorite web-o-vision brand comic interlude distraction - the donjollilogues. I know I'm not the only one who enjoyed daily reading of the nonsense of another man's life. especially a man so richly living. A moment of silence, now, and then I'll continue.
...
I won't go too far into the many reasons this upsets me, nor will I (on this occasion) try to convince Don to publish his most honest musings despite the agonizing discomfort it gives him. Suffice to say, I don't really get why people get angry. Ever. See when you reveal something deep and hidden about someone, it forces them to face it, even if they're not ready. But if you're sitting on something for many years you should be ready, and if you're not, you should face it anyway because you are making no progress this way.
I don't get why people stagnate in their comfort. I've gotten over that. If someone asks I will answer honestly any question in the world because the people I love either will be happy to know or won't care. If they're upset by it generally that doesn't last too long. People I don't love? Fuck em. Who gives a shit what they think? And, really, even if you do care deeply what they think, the most important thing is to make them think you don't care what they think, so that lines up perfectly.
I'll reprint, now, a recipe from WindeGod RavenSturm's booke of Tinctures and Salves for the Low of Heart and High of Spirit; Muscled CowardFish and Earthegg/Earthorb sanctum:
Espy ye one pink CowardFish
several smallish EarthEggs in sizes relating roughly equally to that of said LunglessStalwart
one or more whole hearts of HeatGarden
a few or less half-pecks of pearlescent EarthOrb
myriad FireSeeds and GumSalves, including YellowCraw and RedCraw
Slice thinly, very thinly, very thin indeed, the diamonds of the earth, whilst cutting chunkily the Coward in the manner deserved of any Stalwart who might return home, and in returning, fight against the river's flow. The sanctum shall be first in all ways, having only brave components, and shall consist of bitten HeatGarden of an amount roughly thrice a king's thumb. Every kind that springs from the earth aforementioned in this passing page, place in an oiled KettleFlat and burn until burnt. Add GreenWaste, BlackRock and WhiteRock, and just before fruition plop forth the Multitudinal Craws in the amount of 1 tongueful red and 3 or 4 yellow, and mix until dehydrated or otherwise absorbe'd.
PorcelainBlood can be used in favour of the latter Craw, but we are not made of wizard's coins. Enlive also the CowardFish in his FirePit, dressed in his FireSeeds, at the healthiest heat you can in your life imagine, so that he is crisped on the outside and nearly as raw on the inside as when abandoned, his life of past well traveled and ruined by memory's heavy gait. He will well be set upon the finished sanctum and dressed with fresh BlueCreste or GreenWaste, if some remained. Stab and swallow, heartily my apprentice.
- - - - -
I assume he's talking about making a sort of slaw out of potatos, onions, spices, and thin hummus as a sort of sauce, with a nice piece of salmon cooked very tenderly with a kind of dry rub. Which is just what I did, though I added spinach, and it was very good. Yum.
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# posted by Max Roderick on Wednesday, July 22, 2009 
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