Disillusioned Discordian

Ok for sometime now I’ve been meaning to mention the Popular Front for the People’s Liberation of Discordia. This sketchy organization operates out of a nearby blog, yes the blogsphere does actually can be measured in geographical distances (although it’s yet to move over to the metric system). It is around 22 1/3 fathoms away, going deeper down. Not a surface feeder, on our pond. You’ve heard of pyschonaught (if you have lived well thus far), well this is the pyschodiver. This particular pyschodiver is liberating Discordia but from what or whom. Are evil forces afoot? Of course I’m far too disillusioned to care anymore. Maybe we will find out next week?

Spurred on by Wal-Mart selling suits for £15 I have decided to dress my monkey minions in new attire. Thanks to Bornihove for the idea.

On account of an extereme encounter with redwine, which ended with me being showed down in the bath… I have enforced a self-imposed month long ban on the consumption of alcohol. A harsh punishment I know, but one that is necessary to save myself from such nihilistic behaviour.

A cold and tired reality has returned to my life following the folk festival. Our motley crew included the pillar of civil society formerly known as Geeklawyer and recent tankard convert Harry. Tired from being guided at high speeds by multiple GPS systems both Geeklawyer and Harry set about an admirable drinking session on the Friday night. On the Saturday something strange happened, perhaps it was the heady exposure to proper Yorkshire culture in the form of pea and pies and quality ales…. Or perhaps it was kismet…..

They both discovered an aesthetic appreciation of Morris dancing (the Rivington Ladies a particular favorite of Geeklawer) could be merged with a Geeky love of various film & picture capturing device. Yes never before has discussions around traditional folk dances been synthesized with debates on the variable factors that can influence the battery life of one’s gadgets. Richard also deserves a mention at this stage, for overcoming his phobia of Morris dancers in a spectacular fashion which involved joining in with side. Surely this chap must be a natural dancer as well as an accomplished guitarist.

Saturday night accumulated in the Ceilidh in which Harry proved himself to be an old-hand. It was heartening to see Harry take Geeklawyer under his wing and introduce him to the moves. With due credit GL’s amusing initial steps into this previously alien world soon evolved into a series of graceful skips and twirls.

Shaking off our hangovers and rinsing out our tankards Sunday started with an athletic climb on some local rocks. Harry would have been happy to sit and watch (as might I) but Richard took the lead. Not wanting our brave masculinity to be usurped the rest of us soon followed up the West slope of the face. My good wife ( in her fabulous new boots) and Leucha looked on with fearful eyes as the men folk faced death in the eye. Richard and I went for a more unusual descent that resulted in grazed body parts and a drop that risked sprained ankles. Still our catlike agility saved the day despite the slightly dizzy feeling caused by the previous nights drinking. The New Rope String Band provided the entertainment for the Sunday evening, and jolly fine entertainment it was too. On Monday I slept, and occasionally felt sorry for those who were driving instead of sleeping. Having your friends scattered across the country isn’t always the most convenient of arrangements.

All in all it was a Jolly Fine weekend.

Once upon a day there was a group of people on a cruise boat. Unfortunately the boat sank and all the survivors had to swim to a nearby desert Island for shelter. Life on the island was hard at first but soon people adapted to their new surroundings. A coconut based economy grew up and at first people fought over the best coconut groves. Over the years a system of coconut government arose from the anarchic dark days of the coconut wars. Coconut Island prospered in a golden age; some folk discussed French philosophy in the infamous Milky Joe circle whereas others set about making their coconut huts and workshops using coconut derivatives.  Trade in the coconut derivatives spread and soon and entire economy had grown on the island. As the first generation of Islanders passed on their offspring inherited the coconut fruits of their labor.

As the years passed so life progressed on the island, some harvested more coconuts. Sometimes this was due to working harder, and sometimes it was due to the luck of having a particularly productive coconut grove. Those with more coconuts saw their position in society rise with the inevitable wealth and social status that passion of a large quantity of coconuts can bring.  As these wealthier people died they in-turn passed on their wealth to the next generation and soon an aristocratic class of coconut islanders emerged. They appointed themselves titles such as Coconut Stewart or Coconut Earl. As they by now controlled a great deal of the coconuts the poorer workers looked up to their coconut overlord’s and went to work in their employment.  

Life was had for the islanders who were born to families with little coconuts and poor grooves. As much as they might struggle they couldn’t afford the costs to go to the best coconut schools or own their own coconut huts. Occasionally one bright worker would manage to earn the respect of the coconut aristocracy but they were often seen as an outsider without the social connections that came from being born to a rich coconut owning family. As this situation carried on the poverty amongst the new coconut working class increased whilst the wealth of the coconut aristocracy increased.  Wealth was seen as a reward for hard work and the wealthy therefore viewed themselves as gifted and deserving of their riches. An entire tradition of wealth was created that supported the notion that the privileged where deserving of their coconuts.  

However one balmy day there was a coconut revolutionary from the Milky Joe circle who lead the workers proclaiming that all men should live equal on the island and the coconut resources should be distributed on merit and need rather than birth privilege. In the future all inheritance was to be taxed to ensure that one coconut family could never over the generations become so powerful that it dominated the Island. In this manner the surplus wealth that some people enjoyed was distributed into a system of governance that allowed for an equal standard of welfare and opportunity to all born into society regardless of their coconut creed. 

 However Herr Redwood wasn’t happy with the way things progressed. He thought that the industrious and deserving wealthy people (for he always equated the two) where having their rewards stolen by the state…. To be continued 

It appears some designers have decided to name themselves after me. Naturally it is a great honor to have my handle which has been in use for well over five years now to finally be accredited with its rightful dues. However reader to be warned because an URL  very similar to mine (http://wordpress.moon23.com) will take you to their site which is still under development. You can email them to congratulate them on their choice at info@moon23.com.  My message of welcome has already been sent, thanking them for honoring me in such a way

Moon23 has just learned the startling news.  A suspect terrorist has attempted to set fire to a Paris Hilton news story with a lighter. Police sources say this lighter may have had it’s safety gaurd removed and been rigged up to high to ensure maxium damage. The commie-terrorist failed to achieve any significant level of combustion due to the recent damp conditions and resorted instead to feeding the script into a dangerous ‘shredder’ like machine. This type of machine is thought to be the type banned under new anti-terror laws. The advertising industry has placed itself on high alert over fears that revenue might be affected by a public backlash against the great Satan of consumerist celebrity culture. The dangerous spread of rational law has been blamed for brainwashing people with books and ideas about democratic rights.  Instead people are urged to stay in-doors and watch the television of further announcements. Kindly the music and advertising industries have agreed to put on a free concert in memory of the people’s princess. 

Meanwhile the dear leader has been successfully regenerated and has insisted that we will not let this backlash against consumerist whores affect our core British values of shopping and getting into debt. Coming out from a meeting with the cabinet all-stars (whilst wiping the spunk from a private equality firm’s CEO from his lips) Brown insisted that the government will carry on with business as usual. As such the planned meeting on further reductions to our civil liberties was not delayed by the attack and announcements for further tax benefits for buy to let landlords went ahead as scheduled.

Discordians across the world rejoiced at the renaming of 2003 UB313 to Eris. This is prophesied in the book of Pope Emily XI, and heralds the coming of the age of the Sacred Chao. There has been widespread anticipation of Horoscopes being re-written to attempt to the new influence that Eris will have upon our spiritual beings. Helpfully I have charted the progress of Eris across the night skies and with the power invested in my as a High Pope I have created an official Pope Decree.    

Eris is currently in retrograde thus allowing for an increase of Bureaucracy. Therefore you will meet a mysterious grey-face who although looking like a normal person. Follow person and place an apple in their bag revel their true being to you.  A blessing will surely await yee….

An anonymous Historian who I know rather well was the other day commenting on how they wanted to read Samuel Pepys’ Diary over the summer. I suspect that id Samuel was alive today he would have a blog rather than a diary. After all did he not want one day for someone to pick up his diary and go “what a wonderful chap”? Why else do people blog, if not for the reassurance that ‘their’ opinion is worth something and meaningful.  Even lofty political analysis or dazzling philosophical insights readers such as yourself receive from reading this page is only a by-product of my ego’s endless cravings for approval from the masses (no offence I’m sure you’re an individual).

Right leaving aside the pycho-reductionist rationale behind this post, there was some point I was getting to. Yes, well said Historian thought that blogs not only had a different style of writing e.g. posters try to post things that are interesting (like I’m doing now by engaging the reader in a conversation). In ‘reality’ most of the things bloggers do are incredibly mundane. Still the blogsphere is a big place and I’m sure there are thousands of pages given over to recording the mundane aspects of modern living.  

There is an interesting issue with the life-span  of blog posts when compared to diary entries. Perhaps I should start printing of reams of blog entries and storing them somewhere safe so that in years people can have the pleasure of reading my posts. I’m also going to create a new category of mundane things. Here I can post little things about my daily life which will be boring to read, but are performing a vital service in recording things for prosperity (boring things ripen to interesting things over time you see).

In response to the news that Discordians have aquired Limbo, I would like to make the following statement.

“The Lady Eris has spoken to me through a hidden code I discovered on an otherwise unassuming blog post. I shall relay this message to you know a I belive it to be of the upmost importance for our future spirtual well-being:

 Pope Alfred-Jones XI is trapped in Limbo and has been since St. Tib’s Day in the  3166th Year of Our Lady of Discord….. Send Help…..” - Pope Lunar XXIII

This unforseen event is perhpas a troublesome by-product of our newly aquired Limbo. Several commentators have commmented on this event: