Archive for January, 2006

How Danny-Boy Led Me To Discordianism

January 18, 2006

Danny-Boy is no favourite in my books . . . he was at one time probably my best friend. I knew him since I was four years old. That’s a long time. At a certain point Danny-Boy and I drifted apart. Which is, I believe, putting it mildly.

But, despite the fact that he is one of my least favourite people he is responsible in a roundabout way for two things in my life:

-Big Mama

Both through his brief affair with a girl named Kowalski. Kowalski was friends with a bunch of nutty girls, and through Danny-Boy and her I was introduced to them. Big Mama was one of these girls . . . and a different girl who I will refer to here as “Wyatt” was another of those girls.

I’ve gone into the Big Mama connection elsewhere, so suffice to say that was the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life, hands down.

But, the next best thing I suppose would be my introduction to Discordianism. This happened through Wyatt, who first leant me her copy of Robert Anton Wilson’s “Schroedinger’s Cat” when I was 23 (!) – and later actually bought me “Illuminatus!” for my birthday, which led to the discovery of the Principia Discordia. I first read the Principia Discordia through a friend of Wyatt’s boyfriend, so again she was involved. The Principia Discordia led to the many many many online Discordian societies and from there to where I am today. Happier and nuttier.

May You All Have Bats In Your Belfries Forevermore.

On This Day In 1474,

January 17, 2006

“A cock was tried in Basel for having laid an egg. It was condemned to death, and both cock and egg were burnt at the stake on a hill called the Kohlenberg, with all due ceremony, witnessed by an immense crowd. The fatal cockatrice, which was supposed to issue a cock’s egg when hatched, could be used for contacting the evil spirits, so the cock which gave it birth was dreaded as dangerous purveyor to His satanic Majesty. Animals were frequently executed for various offences in medieval times. “

So, basically, things are much much less silly now.


Mr Leopold Bloom, The Kidney, And Pussens

January 13, 2006

The Pagans

January 12, 2006

Spent some time yesterday and this morning on a pagan forum spreading the word of Discordianism. Some people on some of the Discord boards were upset that the pagans seemed as close-minded and irrational as many Christians are. Lumping any group as one always makes me uneasy, even when it’s about Christians . . . it’s not much different than what Hitler used to say about the Jews.

I popped over to the pagan forums to see what they seemed like, and lo and behold it was just as I suspected . . . some were assholes and others were completely decent people. Imagine that.

There’s a trite lesson in there somewhere.

Pallas Athene

January 12, 2006


January 10, 2006

eye (ai) NOUN 1. organ of sight in man and animals.

toke (tauk) SLANG – NOUN 1. a draw on a cannabis cigarette VERB (intr) 2. to take a draw on a cannabis cigarette. (toker)

eye-toke (ai tauk) SLANG – NOUN 1. the smoke from a draw on a cannabis cigarette entering one’s eye. 2. an unfortunate event.

When it happens to you, you’ll know.

And it really fucking sucks.

‘Twas A Hard Year

January 10, 2006


January 9, 2006

The incident I am about to recount happened well over a year ago, but I have thought about the incident a lot, and whenever I do it brings a smile to my face.

Laughter, in its purest form, is communicable.

I have a friend whose pure laugh is probably the best I have ever heard. I won’t say who he or she is, in case they happen to be so bored one day they come to my blog and look for something to read. I don’t want to embarrass anyone unduly.

A group of us was watching a movie which I have seen well over seven thousand times, and know word for word, twitch by twitch. It still makes me laugh, but it is almost hypnotic when I view it now due to my familiarity with the material. My friend hadn’t seen the movie since being a child. This friend laughed so long and so loud at almost every joke in the movie that it became a whole new viewing experience: something akin to watching Rocky Horror in a crowded theatre full of fishnets and toast. The group of us were all fairly well acquainted with the movie, but because of the reaction of the friend everyone was laughing raucously as if viewing it for the first time.

Each joke took on a new flavour, and I began to anticipate the reaction to upcoming jokes I knew would deliver. It became a different movie.

And more than that, I felt I knew my friend in a different way than I had before. I can honestly say that my relationship with this person has been changed for the better since that occasion.

What am I trying to say?

I’m not fully sure myself, but I’m beginning to think laughter is holy.

2005 ReRun

January 3, 2006

2005 could be described as the year I started to get a handle on things. The world started to come into focus in ways it had not been previously. Philosophy began to make sense in a way it hadn’t before. Taoism seemed to have layers hidden below it that I had never noticed before.

All of this can be attributed to, or blamed on, Discordianism.

Discordianism did not present itself to me in 2005, but that year is certainly when it grabbed hold of my big toe and yanked until I noticed.