exactly as dull and pointless as TV, only there's ten thousand times more of it.
I've been dosed and blood-pressured, I've brushed teeth, washed hair and face, had my tea and crackers, taken my drug-tree for a little stroll up and down the hall...
so let's see what's in the little square Palantir today...
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Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Showing posts with label Bored beyond the capacity for rational thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bored beyond the capacity for rational thought. Show all posts
Monday, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
I. Am. So. Bored.
I have to just lie here and do nothing and my brain is melting. Everything makes me tired, the four holes in my tummy hurt, and I haven't got any ice cream in the freezer. Two of my Santa Marinella friends just invited me out to dinner at a steak house in Civitavecchia and I had to say no. Gah!
Where's Jeeves with my martini?!
Andrew Cusack has been commiserating on FB:
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Where's Jeeves with my martini?!
Andrew Cusack has been commiserating on FB:
[Andrew Cusack]
Greetings Hilary
[You]
Hey
[Andrew Cusack]
Always glad to know you're still alive.
[You]
I'm still here
If I'm going to die, I'll stick up a post to let everybody know.
[Andrew Cusack]
Very thoughtful of you.
[You]
I'm hungry and I wish someone would come over and bring me groceries
[Andrew Cusack]
If I were a billionaire, I would hire you an Arab servant boy in a fez and baggy, flower trousers.
[You]
Oh
would you?
I'd love that
[Andrew Cusack]
I would.
[You]
He could follow me around on my walks holding an umbrella over my head
and bring me tea in bed in a huge bowl
[Andrew Cusack]
It'd be perfect.
[You]
Oh... I need a big bowl
[Andrew Cusack]
Someday I will write a novel in which the world in my head is real.
[You]
Ooooo
I think the world inside your head is a lot like mine
[Andrew Cusack]
I suspect it is.
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Monday, May 03, 2010
I think Facebook was designed by clinically depressed people who are conflicted over their deep need to feel connected with their friends, but who can't actually stand to leave the house to see them.
...and who have long since fallen into the neurotic habit of referring to themselves in the third person...
Today on Facebook:
...and who have long since fallen into the neurotic habit of referring to themselves in the third person...
Today on Facebook:
Hilary Jane Margaret White has long felt that there are internet spirits or "kami" who try to communicate with us through the word verification windows. Their messages are often obscure and cryptic, but I think it's like the Delphic Oracle: they need to be properly interpreted.
Hilary Jane Margaret White watched the John Carpenter version of The Thing last night, and was blown away by how cool and scary non-digital special effects used to be.
Hilary Jane Margaret White is wondering if I've had a stroke of something. Everything I've eaten and drunk today tastes bitter. Like licking an inner tube.
Hilary Jane Margaret White will be buying a second set of snorkel stuff after she moves into her new flat so friends can come and do it too.
Hilary Jane Margaret White 's new favouritest thing in the whole world is snorkeling. It's like flying above a magic world...amazing!
Hilary Jane Margaret White is taking her new snorkeling stuff to the beach today.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Yadda yadda yadda...
Yes yes, same old thing. End of the world. Downfall of western civilisation and the end of All Good Things.
blah blah blah...
Here.
Listen to some sexy Leonard Cohen poetry.
blah blah blah...
Here.
Listen to some sexy Leonard Cohen poetry.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The English Reformation was a Crime Against Humanity
Bit bored today. Tried to take a nap, but kept waking up cause I couldn't breathe properly. Always happens when the weather shifts to damp.
What do you do?
Start a Facebook Group:

One commenter has already offered:
What do you do?
Start a Facebook Group:
The so-called English Reformation, and Acts of Supremacy
and Settlement, were the original disasters that have
resulted in the current calamitous state of decay and
degradation suffered by the British nation. It was one of
the great calamities of western civilisation and the
errors of the English Reformation have infected the whole
of the formerly Christian world.
England was known as one of the most devoutly Catholic
nations on earth, Mary's Dowry, the home of one of the
four great pilgrimage shrines of Christendom, Walsingham
and her Catholicism was the reason she was called "merrie".
Henry and his usurper, tyrant, bastard daughter destroyed
the native English religion and the entire social order.
They replaced it, out of greed and demonic lust for
power, with a state-sponsored tyranny and state theft on
an unprecedented scale. They installed a totalitarian
police state in which the common people were bullied,
priests and devout laymen murdered, the welfare of the
people abandoned by the destruction of the monastic system
and the robber barons fattened on the lacerated backs
of Christ's poor.
What has replaced it has been five hundred years of denial
and a tea-party quasi- religion that has finally
collapsed under the weight of its own internal contradictions
and self-deceptions.
Thanks to Henry and Elizabeth, England has been a state of
denial for centuries in which none dare to love God or
ask questions about Truth.
Restoration of the Catholic Faith is the only choice now
between total social collapse and a new tyranny of
relativistic secularist dictatorship.
Free the English people: Bring Back the True English Faith.
Pray to Our Lady of Walsingham, Queen of our islands.
One commenter has already offered:
Q: A bit harsh, don't you think?
A: NO, NO, NO, NON, NEIN, NYET, NEVER, NOT A BIT OF IT!!!!
Looming Islamicisation is only the latest in a series of conquests of national character to which the British are doing a slow surrender. As charming a people as they have always been, one begins to wonder if it was Churchill who was the freak and Chamberlain who was embodiment of the national soul. I grieve for this nation which I have regarded as a second home (even as I stuff cheesy St. Joseph medals into secret corners of their most valued Anglican [occupied] sacred real estate -- bwahahahahaha!!!!). Thank God they were subjected to a Churchill-mandated reverse spinectomy when the Barbarians were at the gate in '39, but sadly the relapse is almost complete. Our Lady of Walsingham, get out your bitter withy!
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