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Chemical Wedding Artwork

Calloo callay, oh frabjous day! Or perhaps ‘Callow callay’ might be a more appropriate salute in this particular case, for next week sees the release of Julian Doyle’s Chemical Wedding, a film starring the wonderful Simon Callow, that has some misguided university types using ‘the world’s biggest super-conductive (sic) computer’ to resurrect the spirit of the redoubtable (if arguably substantially unhinged) Aleister Crowley to possess the body of a classical history professor.

Of course it all goes horribly wrong (as things necessarily must if one attempts to strike up a rapport with the self-proclaimed greatest Satanist of our time) when the reborn Crowley embarks on an effort to call up the Power of the Abyss to unite the Biblical Beast of Revelations with the Whore of Babylon in the Ultimate Satanic Rite – The Chemical Wedding. A showdown between the forces of magic and technology, and other jolly antics, thence ensue.

Oh how I look forward to this film! No-one can do this kind of high camp techno-occultism with anywhere near as much panache as the British, and when the director is the guy who edited Brazil and the writer is the lead singer of Iron Maiden how can it possibly fail to be worth the price of the ticket?!

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Props to Sean for the heads-up!

…and RaJ – how can I possibly have failed to miss the Number of the Post? And I call myself a Reverend. I’m definitely losing my touch.

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Boo!

The vine unpruned, and the neglected peach,
Droop’d from the wall with which they used to grapple;
And on the canker’d tree, in easy reach,
Rotted the golden apple.

…and here’s wishes for an unsettling and bump-filled night to all my readers.

A Beauty-Measuring Machine

The above from Modern Mechanix. It’s some kind of gauge for ‘measuring’ how ‘beautiful’ someone is (click on the image for a larger version).

Weird as it may be, it’s outweirded by the appearance of the identical twin lab assistants taking a strangely intense interest in the proceedings.

My mum used to use the expression “Someone just walked over my grave” to describe that creepy-crawly inexplicable feeling you get when something causes the skin to go up on the back of your neck.

I just looked at my blog stats and noticed that someone from Texas at the IP address 69.153.63.68 had landed on my blog by using the search string ‘child tethered’ (spelled correctly).

I guess there are innocent explanations, and I probably shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but someone just walked over my grave.

Let us all pause for a moment and think about the good things in our lives.

Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!

Oh shit, let me just catch my breath.

Hahahahaha! Hahahahaahahhaha!

Allow me to present you with two sentences from abovementioned ‘source’:

A conservative encyclopedia you can trust.

And in the entry on Evolution:

Creationists can cite material showing that there is no real fossil evidence for the macroevolutionary position and that the fossil record supports creationism.

Conservapedia’s front page trumpets:

You will much prefer using Conservapedia compared to Wikipedia if you want concise answers free of “political correctness”.

… to which I would add ‘… or any actual basis in reality’

I propose that the editors should re-think the name of their site and maybe retitle it as ‘Put-Your-Head-In-A-Bag-opedia’

Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahaahaahahaa! Oh look – a handy sandstone block! I think I’ll smash my head against it a few times.

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Special Universal Head Advisory: Pete, don’t go there. It will ruin your day.

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The Reverend's Manse

What my house will look like when the renovations are finally completed…

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