Thursday, March 20, 2008

The New Zoo Revue- comin' right at you.

Arriving at Mt. Varnum, i.e. our "DC digs"- I am a man on a mission. Scurrying upstairs to the boudoir, I dash over and pull out the late 20th century plastic lawn chair that is temporarily in front of the 1820 Empire Biedermeier Desk, (I know, I know, I shouldn't mix periods, especially Biedermeier and American pieces, why, I even had a housekeeper once that would not even dust American furniture! alas, who can blame her really....) I remove my perky toque and the very scenic cravat around my neck, toss them into the ether, and sit down to this very laptop knowing that I am going to revue five Blogs that I read regularly- that being the coin in Charon's purse to cross the River Cyber, as I have been tagged by Evn - that minx!- Evn, not Charon - But speaking of the old bone daddy, -Charon not Evn -I remember dramatically reciting this about that as a wee child:

"There Charon stands, who rules the dreary coast -
A sordid god: down from his hairy chin
A length of beard descends, uncombed, unclean;
His eyes, like hollow furnaces on fire;
A girdle, foul with grease, binds his obscene attire!"

Well - say what you will but it was a real hit at my Mom's Thursday afternoon MaJong parties, I would come charging into the front parlor and start reciting at the top of my lungs with lighter fluid soaked oven mitts held high and set ablaze with a deranged look in my eyes, that is, deranged for a 6 year old...

I always thought, during my youth, that as the son of Erebus and Nyx, you would think Charon would have a better gig wouldn't ya? Maybe a spot as a guest star on "The Love Boat" would be nice, giving Gavin McCloud the day off or something. Wouldn't that have been an episode, "OK Julie, grab Bonnie Franklin and hold on to your coke, The Pacific Princess is going to Hell! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!" Ah- yes... but I ramble. Ramble Ramble Ramble! Where was I? Oh, of course..

My first blog to revue is of course of

Lover of Strife is a brilliant endeavour, and I say that even though I personally know the Blogmeister, (We met years ago in the Emerald City you know, he and his Dream Moose) it in no way reflects on my critique of his work, "Vicious but Fair" - that's my motto!
My first reaction to the young witch-ling was two fold- At first I thought "Could this be the Crowned and Conquering Child foretold by Aleister Crowley?" My second reaction was as Samantha Stevens to her daughter upon witnessing her premature but incredibly strong powers, "Tabitha, -mustn't twitch!" I can happily say that there is no natural course of things for him to expect- he is certainly at the drivers wheel. The blog certainly mirrors his interests and his sharp eye for all things real and surreal, and is balanced with a wit that borders on the keen and caustic.
Here is a copy of a typical entry:

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Return from the Otherworld

I got back from PantheaCon late last night, exhausted and reeling and happier about Paganism than I've been in ages.

I'm planning on writing up a series of posts about the conference once I've had time to regroup and sort out the whole experience, so stay tuned, Loyal Strifemongers.

In the meantime, and in homage to Deborah Lipp, I've compiled a sampling of...

Things You Only Hear at PantheaCon:

"The difference is, that's science fiction, and this is religion."

"We're Witches. Why can't we get an elevator here faster?"

"Technically, she's a living vampire."

"I got invited to be initiated into the Illuminati, but I didn't bring anything black to wear."

"Wait! That cucumber's not consecrated."

"Your dog has the same coloring as the Welsh Hounds of Death."

"Third floor. Pirates."

"Nothing is ever the gryphon's fault."

"My cigarette papers are 100% flax, and the filters are biodegradable."

"We can use the top of the ice chest for geomancy!"

"Are the chipmunks conspiring to throw me in prison?"

"Tantric Ewok Wicca."

"I've been writing since I was nine years old. Well, not the gay porn: that's relatively new."

"The Goddess is so clever."

"I got lit up and was flaming for decades."

I tell you it is well worth the brain cells.

Here is a bevvy in his honour!

Lover of Strife!
It's fruity, clever and may cause astral projection-

Scale ingredients to servings
2 oz vodka

2 oz Strega® herbal liqueur

3 tsp creme de bananes

1 oz orange juice
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes.

Shake well, face North, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.

Blessed be.

Now sip along with Billy and the Pumpkins!

I love this vid- looks just like it was filmed at one of our Vieux Carre parties!

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