Category Archives: Supernatural

Former US President Gerald Ford: still dead

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Dead as bell-bottoms and ponchos

Just like James Brown, Buckwheat, my job prospects at Gawker, and the hopes and dreams of my generation.

Gerald Ford, people, is still dead. The Seventies are truly over.

What’s the latest scoop on the Dead President front? Perhaps, like Toby Crooke, wicked sexton of the charming town of Golden Friars, his body will lie in state for a time, after which it will be stolen away by a mysterious, swashbuckling foreigner on the back of a huge, black horse. Perhaps, maybe even probably, but after that?

Let’s ask Hunter S. Thompson, who knew the man. From his obituary of Richard Milhous Nixon:

Not even Gerald Ford, the unhappy ex-president who pardoned Nixon and kept him out of prison, was immune to the evil fallout. Ford, who believes strongly in Heaven and Hell, has told more than one of his celebrity golf partners that “I know I will go to hell, because I pardoned Richard Nixon…”

Let us not pretend we didn’t see the end coming. We always knew Ford‘s death would be heralded by strange portents (thanks to Miss Cellania for portent-link) and wreathed in paradox and mystery.

The paradox and mystery, from Former Frontier Editor:

Gerald R. Ford, 93, Dies; Led in Watergate’s Wake

By J.Y. Smith and Lou Cannon
Special to The Washington Post
Wednesday, December 27, 2006; 10:18 AM

Gerald Rudolph Ford Jr., 93, who became the 38th president of the United States as a result of some of the most extraordinary events in U.S. history and sought to restore the nation’s confidence in the basic institutions of government, has died. His wife, Betty, reported the death in a statement last night.

“My family joins me in sharing the difficult news that Gerald Ford, our beloved husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather has passed away at 93 years of age,” Betty Ford said in a brief statement issued from her husband’s office in Rancho Mirage, Calif. “His life was filled with love of God, his family and his country.”

Ford died at 6:45 p.m. Tuesday (PST) at his home in Rancho Mirage, about 130 miles east of Los Angeles, his office said. No cause of death was given. Ford had battled pneumonia in January and underwent two heart treatments — including an angioplasty — in August at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester…

J.Y. Smith, a former obituary editor of The Washington Post, died in January.

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A Junky’s Christmas podcast

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William S. Burroughs, not really looking his very best

God willin’ and Odeo don’t screw up agin…Odeo seems to have screwed up agin. All fixed!

which is really the spirit of these things if you think about it. Behold William S. Burroughs reading the conclusion to William S. Burrough’s famous story, A Junky’s Christmas.

[odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4609413/view]

If that don’t work for you, try this link HERE.

Or these three YouTube vids. For those of you on dialup (like me, at the moment) you’ll just have to take it on faith it’s all here, which is all sorta seasonal-like if you think on it.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

the Monkees: Ríu, Chíu

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So what if they’re a little drunk? The a cappella harmonies are beautiful, and it’s great fun watching Davy and Peter try not to crack up. Bonus: at the end they introduce the whole crew. Looks like it was a fun place to work, even with the ridiculous outfits.

English Translation:

River, roaring river, guard our homes in safety,
God has kept the black wolf from our lamb, our lady.
God has kept the black wolf from our lamb, our lady.

Raging mad to bite her, there the wolf did steal,
But our God almighty defended her with zeal.
Pure he wished to keep her so she could never sin,
That first sin of man never touched the virgin sainted.

River, roaring river…

He who’s now begotten is our mighty monarch,
Christ, our holy father, in human flesh embodied.
He has brought atonement by being born so humble,
Though he is immortal, as mortal was created.

River, roaring river…

a child’s podcast in Wales

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Lydia sent me Dylan Thomas’ A Child’s Christmas in Wales as mp3’s, so I thought I’d share them. Hopefully this will work, as I haven’t got time to tweak Odeo and bend it to my will like I normally do.

UPDATE: Nope, it don’t. Will try to fix it later, wish me luck. This should work.

Part One: [odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4008963/view]

Part Two: [odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4009513/view]

Operation Global Media Dominaton: the imperfect storm

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I think we all know what a 45-degree angle looks like. And we know what a slope, dropping down at 45 degrees looks like. Like fun skiing, like nasty winter driving, like…

the stats for my blog ever since the Internet went out at my house.

Oh, they’ll recover, I suppose. It’s just a wee titch annoying that once I’d (or rather, you’d) finally cranked the hits up to almost 2k a day, Mother Nature (just as much of a bitch as my biological mother, and quite possibly as big a bitch as my stepmother, although it must be admitted, somewhat less likely to sell off my family heirlooms to purchase dreadful antiques and very definitely less likely to stencil cows with gingham aprons all around the ceiling of any rooms; Mother Nature prefers her cows with all four hooves firmly on the ground, except when she likes to send them flying in windstorms, which brings us back to why I still have no internet and why Mother Nature is a bitch).

God hates blogs.