Admiral. Explorer. Muslim. Eunuch. Leader of the greatest exploratory fleet known in his day; in fact, the biggest damn wooden ships ever built. 317 of them. The Chinese admiral
Zheng He.

Well now, see, Easy Rider, see what you have done…

Damn. What a cool film.

Potter watch — chapter ii
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We shall see if that gets done… Continued.

Hell yeah, it’s getting done. The first batch of flyers are done.
We postponed posting tonight due to rain.
God, I just went out in the garden for a few minutes just now and it felt great. It was the kind of rain–and that kind of weather– that would make you believe that the earth is nothing but one big paradise. But I digress…

I hope to have enough people to help out put up a coupla hundred this week, and lay them out strategically in clubs. Then, when I come back in a month, voila! No more dog poop. That’s the plan, stan.

I dunno. I just felt like posting some pictures

Rome burst into flames on this day in 64 CE, a fire that lasted six days in which two-thirds of Rome was destroyed. It is up to debate whether Nero really had the fire started so as to build his extravagant Domus Aurea project, but public suspicion is most likely why he chose to blame it on the Christians, who were already widely disliked. Damn hippies.
As a result, Nero had them rounded up and killed in the most brutal fashion imaginable. It is often forgotten that most Romans actually found the extreme brutality of Nero’s persecution of the sect rather excessive and caused public opinion to shift in favor of the Christians.
200 years later, Emperor Constantine converts to Christianity.
Here.

In 1951, one little turd was so overdue for a premium ass kicking. But he wasn’t there for kicking; he was the catcher. The catcher in the rye, first published today. One of the greatest American novels. I should read it sometime.

Whoops. Fixed the link to the Schickele song down below. Go listen.

Just another thing– in case you caught the end of Guy Noir preceding the song I wanted you to hear, you might be wondering about the significance of the minimalist gag. Well, Peter Schickele was a close friend and classmate of Phillip Glass at Juliard. So there.

Also, Phil told Pete to go see the film Bucket of Blood, which he did on his wedding night. Said it was a great film and I hope to see it someday.

Idiom of the fortnight: Green-eyed Monster

It means a jealous person. It comes from Shakespeare’s Othello. Origins.
I don’t care what the PoMo idol topplers think. Shakes was a righteously clever bastard.

While one green-eyed monster might get violent, maybe, say, throw a bottle at someone, another more poetic monster would present his or her ex-lover with a bar of the finest bittersweet chocolate. Othello even done kill his chick.

Still, some green-eyed monsters are more furry than fangy and just go home. That’s the hardest path to take for a monster. Still, such monsters can ride with my posse any day.

We shall see if that gets done…
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