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Can you access a broader intelligence and gain quick information without having to use your logical mind?
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Sharpen your sense of self-awareness.
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without having to use your logical mind?
From the pages of Everyday Feminism,
The jokes write themselves.
Reading the flatulence instead of the usual entrails then?
“I wish that I had done things differently, I wish I had said right off the bat, just so it was totally clear, ‘Katie, Matt, we’re in a foot of water here, but out further it’s waist-deep and the current is strong.’”
This is very old, but it seems to have only got better with age.
The jokes write themselves.
If you click the ‘feminist witchcraft’ tag, you’ll see there’s quite a lot of this. The overlap of wokeness and woo is quite pronounced and a staple of Everyday Feminism content. That the two go together so readily, and so often, probably tells us something.
See also this.
This is very old, but it seems to have only got better with age.
Heh. I hadn’t seen that. “Are these holy men?”
For those unfamiliar with Everyday Feminism.
This lady here was the managing editor.
Her romances are complicated.
Here she is bravely coping with the trauma inflicted by People Who Disagree With Her.
Ms Fabello blamed the commercial failure of Everyday Feminism, not on its content, or the remarkable number of contributors boasting of quite serious mental health issues, but on the existence of Donald Trump.
This is very old, but it seems to have only got better with age.
There was also this slightly more recent example. Clearly, media people experience the physical world differently to mere mortals.
Clearly, media people experience the physical world differently to mere mortals.
The term that comes to mind is amateur dramatics.
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The Word Of The Day is Borborygmus, the sound made by gas and/or liquids moving through the intestinal tract, particularly those heard without a stethoscope, usually benign, sometimes indicative of other issues if other symptoms are present.
Funny thing that, I have the same thing, but mine are generally from Scotland or the Rodina.
Which three?
Which three?
Um, Dr No, Skyfall and the first half or so of Casino Royale.
No Moonraker?
What?
See also this.
I wonder if anyone has ever pointed out to Dr. Cohen that she is channeling Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy, but with enhanced stupidity.
Tattiana Tarot is a rich seam of amusement. Outside of Everyday Mentalism, she offers services such as:
The Illuminating Self-Love Spread
Use this Spread to gain insight on how to love self, how this manifests in relationships, how to embrace self & how to heal any blockages.
That only costs $2.22, which I presume in theory covers the cost of dealing a hand of tarot cards and sketching out what they mean for the mark, I mean customer.
Also – Dr No, Live & Let Die, Goldeneye
The Word Of The Day is Borborygmus, the sound made by gas and/or liquids moving through the intestinal tract, particularly those heard without a stethoscope,
If that’s not a handy factoid, I don’t know what is.
[ Slides sausage roll along bar. ]
[ Then slides plate. ]
Slides sausage roll along bar.
*sigh*
Now who’s gonna clean that?
Now who’s gonna clean that?
[ Looks at unloved sausage roll. ]
[ Looks at bar. ]
It sort of evens out, I think.
Which three?
Dr. No, OHMSS, and The Living Daylights.
It sort of evens out, I think.
Ah. “Food” as Bondo/filler then?
I ordered that sausage roll, mate! With a plate…there’s posh for you.
I ordered that sausage roll, mate!
Someone pass it along.
Can the juju of the tarot penetrate tinfoil? Asking for a friend.
If that’s not a handy
factoid,band name I don’t know what is.FTFY.
If that’s not a handy
factoid,band name…I saw Borborygmus open for Unloved Sausage Roll at the Fillmore East back in ’73.
BTW, for whoever decides finally to eat the thing, there is no truth that either chloroquine or hump fat will ease the symptoms associated with the borborygmi.
Can you access a broader intelligence and gain quick information without having to use your logical mind?
Well, yes, if by “logical mind” you mean conscious reasoning. Everyone can. That’s what intuition is for, and why it is well known as a survival mechanism, a shortcut from sensory input and memory straight to conclusion or reaction.
As for tarot, it works, if done right, as a tool to help people recognize what they already know and/or make decisions they may have been avoiding. My buddy who knows how to do it would laugh at any suggestion that “psychic” this or “energies” that is involved.
Or as someone else I was once acquainted with might have put it, tarot is just another tool for “rendering clear what was conspicuously obvious”.
That’s not dramatic enough a match for the supernaturalism of woke feminism, of course.
I ordered that sausage roll, mate!
That’s a sausage roll!? I assumed it was someone’s small furry pet that had somehow got loose on the bar…
“Sharpen your sense of self-awareness.”
It’s a massive untapped market, to be fair.
“usually benign, sometimes indicative of other issues if other symptoms are present.”
Oh, don’t say that when there are hypochondriacs around. I’m already spending most of my time in the fetal position whimpering in fear of the Chinese zombie plague as it is.
“Which three?”
OHMSS, Live and Let Die (probably my favourite; Moore when he was still young enough to get away with it and before it descended into self-parody), and Goldeneye. Screw Connery. Although I do have quite a soft spot for the relatively low-key atmosphere in Dr No., when it was just another spy film, rather than A Bond Movie. The original recording of the Bond Theme, when it still owed a little to The Third Man and the like, is still the best. And as someone says in the thread, The Living Daylights is underrated.
I have an album called “Live In Allentown” by the surely-closely-related Borbetomagus, on the Agaric label, released in 1985. Extremely extreme jazz/metal, two screaming saxophones, one grinding guitar, one bass. I like extreme jazz and extreme metal, but blimey, this is a bit extremely extreme even for me…
and Goldeneye.
I think that was the first Bond film I enjoyed as an adult. I’d lost interest in the Moore films and found the Dalton ones a bit dull, a bit cheap-looking. Goldeneye looked like expensive fun, which it was.
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Does this also entail digging a hole in your backyard and burying 2 left socks from a red-haired child born in March while barking at the first full-moon of the summer solstice?
If not, it’s totally bogus man.
As for tarot, it works, if done right, as a tool to help people recognize what they already know…
I suppose you could rationalize the same thing about “The Magic 8-Ball” or the reading of chicken bones.
My buddy who knows how to do it would laugh at any suggestion that “psychic” this or “energies” that is involved.
Well, yes. It’s one thing to say that it can be interesting to notice what your subconscious seems to be doing – say, while improvising on an instrument, playing a game, etc. Often things in which decisions have to be made too quickly for conscious pondering, and which can actually be buggered up by conscious interference. But when people start invoking “energetic healing” and ectoplasmic woo, a wide berth and soft fruit seem in order.
Which three?
The Connery one where he cuts the straps of the redhead’s dress and unzips here. Made a huge impact on me when my parents took me to see it at the drive-in.
Otherwise, “Spy” and “The Brothers Grimsby.”
What?
Otherwise, “Spy” and “The Brothers Grimsby.”
Rather The Brothers Johnson.
Strawberry Letter 23 or some such…
The Connery one where he cuts the straps of the redhead’s dress and unzips her
You Only Live Twice. The redheaded actress was Karin Dor.
And Diamonds Are Forever warrants a mention, if only for this.
Oh come on.
Why is it that progressive writing is so shot through with passive voice?
ectoplasmic woo
Debut album name.
a wide berth and soft fruit
Band name.
I’m picturing genre brethren, but political opposites of, Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
Which three?
Of that list, Live And Let Die, The Spy Who Loved Me, and The Living Daylights.
Can I just point out that there is indeed a Grindcore/GoreGrind band called Borborygmus, whose “Severe Pathological Violence” is on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nqy4RasJMRs
I heartily recommend “Emesis of the Gastrointestinal Tract” for those with a hatred of music and, indeed, of the whole human race.
I find that it’s best appreciated with the sound off.
As for tarot, it works, if done right, as a tool to help people recognize what they already know and/or make decisions they may have been avoiding.
A number of years and jobs back, I hung out with a coworker for a short bit. She did tarot Stuff, and once she found out that I’d been given a couple of decks and had poked at them slightly, she quite insistently demanded that I do a reading for her. I flipped assorted cards about, looked up terms, noted what imagery and such came to mind. My assessment was that I had a very clear image of her going through some passageway made of pillars. The pillars were spaced so that anyone could get through the passageway solo or in groups, however, when passing between any two of the pillars, one person only ever. There certainly could be any amount of hand holding with others, or not, before and after going between any pair of pillars, but . . . . I finished up with noting that I had absolutely no idea whatsoever what any of that was supposed to mean or relate to, but the imagery and associated meaning was very definite and was what came of the tarot reading.
About two, three, years later, the coworker announced to the company that he was finishing his first year of the process of changing from female to male.
My buddy who knows how to do it would laugh at any suggestion that “psychic” this or “energies” that is involved.
For any instance of someone proclaiming that one is to be greatly impressed because of the someone and assorted “psychic” and “enlightened” whatnot, the someone is going to bugger off.
In turn, I look forward to further research getting done on Systemic Constellations and whatever actually occurs there. I think a rather promising direction for studies would be to take a number of experienced Constellation practitioners, run then through a number of Constellations while hooked up to portable MRI machines, and see what data comes from that . . . . .
tarot is just another tool for “rendering clear what was conspicuously obvious”.
I use them (along with kipperkarten) for tabletop roleplaying games. Quite a bit of fun, and there are so many decks out there you’re sure to find one that has art that matches whatever fantasy world you’re mucking about in. They do take up a lot more space than the funny dice, though.
Often things in which decisions have to be made too quickly for conscious pondering, and which can actually be buggered up by conscious interference. But when people start invoking “energetic healing” and ectoplasmic woo, a wide berth and soft fruit seem in order.
Use of a tarot deck can state that Death—an occurrence of change—is opposed by the Three Of Swords—don’t remember offhand—but is affected by the Wheel Of Fortune—aka, things change— . . . . which is totally useless in assessing who to hire or what stock to buy or sell without a good deal of further extrapolation . . . and mebbe the person having to make that decision will figure out the extrapolations, but the cards certainly ain’t gonna do that, they’re just going to sit there on the table . . .
And Diamonds Are Forever warrants a mention, . . .
A man looks a hand of cards. Hit me. Bond knocks him across the table.
Willard Whyte comes in to view, someone starts firing, and Bond and others quickly shoot the someone down. That was Saxby, announces Bond, telling of one of Whyte’s staffers. Saxby??!! Bert Saxby?!?!!! Tell ‘im ‘e’s fired!
Bond looks at a Whyte ownership trophy map, notes that Blofeld could be anywhere on the map, from here to there, that way to somewhere, whatnot to Baja. Baja?!?!? Ah don’t own anything in Baja!!!
Hi David,
How do you introduce Mr. Half? Is he “my husband,” “my spouse,” “that guy who wandered in twelve years ago and I let him stay because he’s a great handyman,” or something else? What about the people you know? Do they introduce “my husband,” “my wife,” or “my spouse “? You see and hear a lot of “my spouse “ these days, even when you’re standing two feet from the person and can easily see whether he or she is “my husband “ or “my wife.” I was wondering if the whole English-speaking world was spouse-ing, or if it’s just an affectation among certain classes of Americans.
a wide berth and soft fruit
Band name
Band names. The two bands alternate as opening acts for each other at hipster focused festivals.
hipster focused festivals
And that’s the megaband the two bands tried to create one time, with ectoplasmic woo being the album that resulted.
tarot is just another tool for “rendering clear what was conspicuously obvious”.
I use them (along with kipperkarten) for tabletop roleplaying games.
I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.
You see and hear a lot of “my spouse “ these days, even when you’re standing two feet from the person and can easily see whether he or she is “my husband “ or “my wife.”
Sometimes I even call my wife ‘Wife’ when I’m speaking to her, if I’m in a bumptious mood. Then there are the pet names. Sometimes it feels a bit weird calling her as ‘my wife’ when talking to other people, as that seems a bit possessive, like I’m talking about a car or a house. I suppose it depends on the company. ‘Spouse’ is a bit weird, and I haven’t heard it in Australia at all.
This is an unbelievable but true story. About a hundred years ago, my sister asked the Ouija board for the name of her future husband. It spelled out George.
She married an Eldon, a John, and another John. (Sequentially. This was a few decades ago.)
My other sister dated a guy named George…and later married a Jan.
Weird stuff.
I knew a guy in college who possessed a definite, but very limited psychic skill. He could look at you for a moment and then tell your mother’s first name.
He parlayed that into a job where he traveled around the country picking up dropped off rental cars and driving them back to their home stations.
Yet you scoff at the practical value of psychic abilities
As for tarot, it works, if done right, as a tool to help people recognize what they already know
I used to know lots of people who swore by the mystical powers of Tarot, astrology, aura reading, and so on. When I would point out that controlled experiments showed them to have zero predictive ability they would often retreat to the idea you cite. It’s a pity that at the time I had not heard of the Mott and Bailey fallacy.