Friday, July 10, 2009

Inner-space part 5- Godzilla & King-Kong Across History.

In part 1.5, I said I'd flesh this allegory out, so here we go....


So, after a few millennia of swimming around, Godzilla rose up from the sea.


And Godzilla had the land to himself for a good long while, and he had a ball.

Until the asteroid.....

...and then the party was over.

...for awhile....

For...now it was the age of mammals.

Godzilla was gone.

....but not so's you'd really notice.

....so it went on like this for awhile.

Until finally, a new critter came on the scene.

And thus began the age of man.

But was Godzilla vanquished?

...if so...not so's you'd really notice....

....and so it went on like this for awhile.

Until finally, there came civilization.

...but not so's you'd really notice....

But, at least the higher brain was getting involved with the slaughter.
Now, we could justify it all with bullshit.

And thus, arose King-Kong.

And King-Kong had bigger shit to lose.

Like this.

...and this...

....and this....

...and this...

...and this.....

...for you see, unlike Godzilla, King-Kong could do a bit of this...

....and this....

....besides just this...

...and this...

.....and so, King-Kong needed to defend all his stuff.

And so, he combined some of this....

....with this.
.....and the fight between King-Kong and Godzilla was truly on.

...and this pushed King-Kong to build bigger more fortified cities, and the bigger they got, the safer the people inside got, and the cozier they got, and the fancier their art and science got...

....and thus was advanced civilization born.

...but not so's you'd really notice....

......so, on top of this....

....with this.....

....was added some of this....

...and this....

....and thus arose Jet Jaguar.

...and thus was born enlightenment....

...but not so's you'd really notice....

....so, man, intelligence, civilization, enlightenment, in the larger picture, it's still really been a struggle of King-Kong vs. Godzilla.

Man's higher and lower natures, within and without, bashing against each other.

So, next chapter, we'll look closer at human history from that angle.

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Money As Debt.

The economy is fake, kids.
Oh, you still gotta go to your crappy job tomorrow, just saying

But...in a strange way, for me at least, it's kind of freeing to know.

In the process of learning all the stuff I'm posting on this blog, I've seen it happen that the more I find out everything is fake, the more real everything actually becomes.
Because, I'm informed, the bullshit is gone, I know the score.
And in knowing the score, you can take seriously the things you should, and laugh off the rest.
You can't do that properly when people are bullshitting you.

Example, everyone you run into beats you over the head with the "ethics", and "values", of this fucking rat race world, and then you find out it's an illusion.

It's like I said in "the big problems", when you see it from the right vantage, everyone's kicking, and thrashing, and screaming, and bluffing, and blustering, just fades into insignificance, and you're able to laugh it off.

Oh, but you still gotta worry about this whole mess imploding on itself.
I probably should've added "looming economic collapse", to "the big problems", but it would have needed fleshing out, and this is it.

Plus, I didn't/don't want to scare-monger.
That ties into all the lizard shit I'm sick of.

And what good does that do?
What, are ya gonna look over your shoulder the rest of your life?
Become a survivalist kook?
Or curl up into a ball of existentialist angst?

Fuck that.

Just know, that it's yet another thing in American life that's bullshit.
And that knowledge is liberty.
And that capitalism is yet another of those dopey -isms.
S'all it is.
Nothing sacred.
And knowing that, when life tries to grind you down, you'll be in on the joke, and be able to laugh it off.
Or maybe not. Maybe I've just gone off the deep end.
But...look around you at the lunatic asylum.
Who'd notice?
Anyway, I'll shut up now, here's the movies.

Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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Why We Believe In Gods.

An hour long, but excellent.

Andy Thompson slices and dices the mind, and nails it in every teensy detail why these illusions occur.
Short answer, we're human.


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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Krazyfool's Den Of Delusion!!!

Well, the tour of the museum re-creation, anyway...

As I mentioned in a previous post, Yahoo is shutting my old stomping grounds down.

I have all the stories, and artwork ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) moved here already, so, there's not much content that needs to be saved.

Just moved "little red cars", "movie rules", and "the biggest bummy in the world", here to go with the audio versions.

So, here's a little virtual tour with screen grabs.

Here's the intro/entry page.
Worked hard on it, was proud of it, thought it was funny at the time.
Couldn't just let it pass into oblivion.

For the WF lurkers, yes, that's the origin of my Kool-Aid logo.



Okay, now here's the main front/index page.

Pretty basic, but you can see what was on there...

We're pretend-navigating this, remember?

'Kay, now here's the writing section.

You see anything on there you find interesting, I'll repost it.

I've decided I'm not going to break my ass, and bog down the blog with oldie stuff people don't want to see, so...either look on this, or look on "rants from the good old days", and if you want something, personally request it in the comments section of this post, and I'll throw it up for ya.

Lot of it's drivel, some of it's funny, got it all on notepad files, so...
But, until it's requested...

All right, here's the art section.
All the art is in the links in the third paragraph of this post, so, don't need to walk you through every page of that, or scrolling down the whole list, you can get a good enough taste from this grab.
The wallpaper pattern is in one of the art sections too.

Okay, here's the media section, that's already dead, Yahoo lost my shit.
It was junk anyway.
See anything you like though, I'll re-enact it for ya as an audioblog.

Here's where the winamp skins were.
Lotta hard work went into those, and this page.
Yahoo doesn't care though.
All those are in the "computer art", section though.
Well, the pics of the skins, anyway.
You want the real things, I'll retrieve 'em, and you can request 'em like everything else, and I'll e-mail you the files.


Here's the links page.
Pretty generic, but I include it for completeness's sake.

I was gonna rebuild all the links here, or in another post...but..eh...nothing there I either go to, or haven't re-bookmarked, or can't Google up on a whim.

Lot of the sites there are dead now.

Heh, look, Google was new, I actually thought it important enough to link, everyone has it built in their browser now.

So, that's it.
It's there until October, but after that, poof.
So, if you're reading this after October of 2009, that was the little site that was.
The seeds of Diacanu.

All those moments...lost....like teardrops in the rain....




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Little Red Cars. (text version)

Little red cars and the people who drive them.

I've let this one sit and wallow in my head for about a couple years now.
I've just got to sit down and dictate it now.

Well, times have changed since I've made these observations, so I'll start with the old version and add the updated revisions at the end.

Little red car people.

If three words sum up what I loathe about my fellow man, it's the above sentence.
I've collected much data on this subject in the years I've had a license.

I know what I'm talking about on great authority when it comes to this subject.

Not all little red car people are assholes, but all assholes are little red car people.

Before I proceed further, allow me to elaborate.

Little red car people are quite simply and literally those people who own a red small to mid-sized sports sedan.

The ones I single out in this rant are the despicable breed of bad drivers that make life miserable for everyone else.

For I reiterate, all assholes are little red car people.

The one thing I will grant little red car people is that they for the most part don't get homicidal road rage.

I have to take that point right away though, because little red car people CAUSE the road rage.

This country is in the violent grip of the little red car mentality.

Everyone just has to have a pretty car, and for some reason, the preferred color is red.

Probably because the car salesmen and the media tell you red it's the preferred color.

The little red car people are especially susceptible to this horseshit.
Because y'see before one even owns a little red car, one is already a little red car person.

It is their destiny.
A little red car is waiting for them like a puppy at a kennel awaits it's adoptive master.

Destiny.

It's a fun little game to play when you're driving, spotting little red car people.
Even more fun if you're a passenger.
You can keep your eye on the other cars better.

Every asshole who passes you at an intersection on the right just to gain 3 car lengths ahead of you before the lane narrows away so he can be in front of you all the way home.

Little red car.

The putz who pulls out of a side road in front of you forcing you to slam on the brakes.

Little red car.

The jackoff who wants to drag race with you at a stoplight when your grandma is in the car and a cop is hiding at the next intersection.

Little red car.

The knobbler who gets up your tailpipe at night with his brights on because you won't go 75 in a 45 zone.

Little red car!

The stunted chucklehead who passes you on a hill without being able to see traffic coming up over the hill because he's in SUCH a goddamn hurry to fuck his girlfriend (notice these dicks never get the head on collision they so richly deserve? What's up with THAT God?).

Little red car!

The douchebag who honks at you for some incomprehensible traffic violation he thinks you committed (I had this one happen at the mall for pulling into an exit/entrance driveway just because he couldn't see the "entrance", sign from his angle. Let's see this junior highway patrolman's sensibilities when he passes at 70 on a residential road the fuck).

Little red car!

You can tape a notepad to the dash and have your passenger keep score!

It's FUN!

It really really is.

So, it's safe to say if you haven't encountered a little red car person, you are one.

In which case leave right now.

You are the devil.

I hate you.

The only thing worse than someone in a little red car, is someone in a red PICKUP TRUCK!!

Pickup truck people in general suck donkey balls.

Red pickup truck people have the little red car gene, PLUS become even bolder in their pickup truck.

Red pickup truck people also have the road rage factor.

The assholism is doubled perhaps even quintupled by this, because not only do they drive like shit, but if you don't drive like them and god forbid make them 2 minutes late to work by not driving like a fucking maniac and actually go with the flow of traffic, they flip out and pass you and give you brake jobs and all kinds of bullshit.

These bastards will kill you.

Watch out.

BEWARE the red pickup people!!

Give them as wide a birth as you would bees!

At the beginning, I said times have changed.

Well, these are the revisions to the general little red car rule.

Many red car people have traded in their little red cars for little green cars with gray trim.

They knew I was on to them.

Same goes for the red pickup people.

They've now become black with silver trim pickup people, and green with gray trim pickup people.

Nice try.
You can't fool me.
You're still little red car/pickup people.

I've got my eye out for you little wedge headed bastards.

Pass me on the right at a narrowing intersection, you're going in the ditch.

Homey don't play that.
For I am a white Buick person.
I simply will not take shit from little green/red cars/trucks.

If you see me on the road, your playtime is over.
Drive like a goddamn human, or I will punish you.
The only right you lose is the right to be an asshole.

Which isn't really a right, so go to hell.


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Movie rules (text version)

Just putting the word out, and many of you will definatly agree with me.
When I go to the theater, I simply will not put up with...


1.)Talking.
Shut up.
Shut the hell up.
Shut the miserable seething hell up.
Shut up!
And no little loopholes like "eeww, talking right up to the movie is okay".
NO!!
Shut up!

2.)Laughing for seemingly no goddamn reason at unfunny parts!
Particularly that stupid dumbass pothead laugh, the one that goes on and on and on.
Or worse yet, the dumbass laugh with a touch of arrogant sarcasm that says "eeew, I'm so ABOVE this movie".
I don't care how kitschy or campy or "oh so sad", you think the world around you is, shut the holy hell up.
I'm NOT going to pay $15 dollars to hear your little girlish titters.
Save it for the walk to the car, and/or leave it at home.
Shut up, shut up, DEAR GOD why can't you SHUT UP!?!?

3.)This relates to the first two, Commentary.
This ISN'T your LIVING ROOM.
You ARE NOT MST3K.
You NEVER WILL BE MST3K.
You ARE NOT FUNNY.
Mike Nelson and friends pulled in big paychecks, and got to be on the TV, because they simply ARE FUNNIER THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD EVER COME UP WITH IN YOUR WHOLE STINKING FETID MISERABLE LITTLE MALL WALKING LIVES SO DON'T EVEN TRY!!!
As above, shut up.
Just shut the hell up.
Please sweet dancing MOSES shut up.

4.)Kicking seats, throwing candy, throwing ANYTHING, generally any horsing around of any kind.
Don't do this.
Just don't do this.
It's not worth the risk.
It's just not safe, if you take my meaning.
Do you want to die??
Do you WANT to DIE??
Do you REALLY WANT TO DIE???
Keep that question spinning through your tiny brain-pan at all times.
Because that's just exactly where you're headed.
Sooner or later, you'll end up behind a ready to snap, ticking time-bomb like oh, say, Krazyfool who will KILL YOU.
PHYSICALLY.
KILL YOU.
DEAD.
DEATH.
Life ends. Never come back. Dead.
No more McDonald's. No more CDs.
No more cuddling your kitty cat.
All the fun stuff that entails being alive?
Over.
Grasp that?
Dead.
You WILL be KILLED.
Sit down, face forward, and shut up.
Then, and only then, do you get to go home and eat your mother's cooking.
Okay? Good.
Glad we understand each other.

5.)Necking.
Yeah, I can hear the murmers of dissent now.
Too bad.
Just too bad.
Get a goddam room.
None of you neckers can seem to do this quietly and decently.
And why do you numbnuts have to find the most giggling ticklish girlfriends on the planet first before taking her out??
Just to piss me off???
For reference to the giggling issue, see number 3 above.
And when I tell you to SHHH, it'll save so much trouble for all involved if you just SHHH.
I'm not gonna cave in on this issue.
SHHHH!!
Girls, don't get indignant, like "how DARE HE?!?!", and covertly body language ask your boyfriend to threaten to kick my ass.
Guys, don't listen to your girlfriend, don't be a hero, she's an idiot, that's how you got her here. For how the being the hero thing will end up, see number 4.
Don't think I can take you?
Try me.
I'll beat your girlfriend too.
Then how bad will you feel?
Damn right, I don't care.
Don't test this and have the nerve to be surprised.

Follow these simple rules, and everyone will have an enjoyable theater going experience!

Be sure to get some Jelly-Bellys at the snack counter!

See you at the movies!!


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The biggest bummy in the world!! (text version)

The tale of the biggest bummy I've ever seen.

by Krazyfool


This is one of those experiences that only seem to be in the scrapbook of my life and no one else's.

One day when I was really little I think I was about 4 or 5 since I could walk and talk and I can remember this.

My mother and I were grocery shopping.
That part was uneventful.

When we got to the check out counter, we were directly behind this fat woman with the hugest goddamn ass I have ever seen.

"Yeah, big woop, the woman had a big ass", you're thinking.

No, you don't understand.

You couldn't possibly understand!!

This ass was HUGE!!!

Cartoonishly huge!!

Circus freak huge!!

The really weird part was most of her fat centralized in her ass.
This broad had to have been 600 pounds and it was all ass!!

I can't describe it!!
It was like a cartoon! It defied logic!

Man, that ASS!!

The woman had to have had some kind of medical condition. I have never seen a human being with an ass like that before or since!!
The only unit of measurement I can think of, is you could fit two large midgets in each cheek!

I am not exaggerating at all!!
Not in the least!! I wouldn't make this shit up! I can make up better stuff than this!!

This was real! The ass was that big.

I don't care how kind and sensitive you think you are. If you saw this ass, the sheer improbable ludicrousness of it would have made you point at it and go "BWAAAA HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!".

It was a goddamn big ass!

Again, this woman's fat centralized in her ass so, you had this fat woman with this gigantic beanbag chair ass sticking out of her.

It was incredible!!!
It was Salvador Dali level surreal!!
Barnum could literally charge admission to her ass!!!
My god, if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it.

If my mother hadn't seen it too, I'd probably think I'd dreamt it.

Okay, I think I've established in explicit enough detail that this woman's ass was the 8th wonder of the world.

Now couple that image with a 4-5 year old child with an easily captured Imagination to begin with, and loose lips.

"Oh my god mummy!! Look at her bummy!! That's the biggest bummy I've ever seen!!! Mummy looook!!! Isn't that the biggest bummy you've ever seen!!".

Now to my innocent childlike way of thinking, I wasn't being offensive. This ass was a record breaker to be sure.
I thought I was being complimentary.
Having the hugest ass in the world isn't a record one wants to break, but it's a record nonetheless.
I would have been just as impressed and complimentary if I'd met a guy who could tie himself into knots, or a guy who could do great yo-yo tricks or the tallest guy in the world.

To me it was just neat.
Attention had to be paid.
This truly was an ass for the history books.

It had to be acknowledged.

Nonetheless, my mother was mortified.

"Mummy!! Look at that bummy!! That's the biggest bummy in the WORLD!!".

"SHHH!!! Quiet! Don't say that. You'll make the lady cry!", my mother whispered to me.

She tells me now she was torn between humiliation and trying not to laugh herself.

Instead of shutting up, I whispered.
Loudly.
Badly.
Basically, I spoke in an audible whisper voice.

Kids are idiots.

"But mummyyyyy! Isn't that the biggest bummy you've ever seen!?!? It's SO big!".

I wasn't going to let it go until she acknowledged it.

"Stop it! You'll make the lady sad!!", she kept saying.

"Cut it out, or you won't get a goldenbook!", she finally said.

That shut me up.

The woman finally finished checking out "she had a LOT of groceries".

The woman turned to my mother as she left and said something like "nice kid you've got there", and left.

Poor woman.
I probably gave her a complex.
She probably never left the house again.

DAMN that was a big ass though.
It truly was the biggest bummy in the world.

Oh sure, those 1000 LB. folks probably have bigger asses, but having the weight all go to the butt to make a big bummy, that's a different matter entirely.

This WAS the biggest bummy ever.

I'm glad I was there to see it.

My mother laughs with me about it now, but boy was she pissed at me for embarrassing her.

Ahh, memory.


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