The Bubbha’s Frontporch

Hail Eris! Hell yes!

Yeah, so to the two or three people that have read this blog before, you might have noticed that I changed the name of the site. Couple of reasons… One: I never really liked it anyways, but not enough to change it. Two: This was the clincher, there already exists a blog called “the holy chao.” Hard to be original when it comes to the internet. The weird thing is that the guy was totally into just about everything I was into. Secret societies, Mayan archaeology, eclectic music, RAW, and Discordianism. The latter being the source of the word “chao” which explains why this isn’t really a strange coincidence. Just a couple of guys that like discordianism and made a pun out of one of the words in the Principia Discordia. Where Taoists use the Tao as the union of Oppositional forces within the world as Yin-Yang. Discordians use the Sacred Chao as the Hodge-Podge (my usage labels these dual forces as Yee-Haw). Oh yeah, his name was Matt too.

Nevertheless, got a new name, a fresh new attitude, a new look (not really), and a fresh new slice of ideas and are just leaping off of my fingers - on to the the keyboard - through the ether via my wireless connection - winding its way through the labyrinthine network of the web - stopping only once for a piss - stepping right up to bubbha’s frontporch and plopping itself down for a good spell. Think I’ll have myself a sit down fer a piece and look out yonder and ponder on the infinite and the wind.

Too much sex and beer, I suppose… Good things. Not conducive for writing blogs, however. This winter is wearing me down too. Ride it out. Walk it off, son. Brush the dirt off and get back on that horse. So much to write about. I have some ideas for some permanent pages and have actually written some notes, but nothing tangible. Also been trying to find out about feeds so that the content will update itself, with links, and remain current. Oh yeah, one last thing. Networking. Probably should look into building or integrating into some kind of community. Once again…low energy. Think I’ll go to bed.

What is a rumor of war?

Dude 1: I hear there’s a war on..

Dude 2: You don’t say?

Dude 1: Yep. That’s the word on the street.

Dude 2: News to me. Where’s this war ahappenin’?

Dude 1: Er, one of those stans I think.

Well, good thing we got Jack sorting all this out for us assholes. I think the actual quote is something like: “wars and rumors of wars.” As if a rumor of a war is somewhere at the same level of an actual war. Well, this is the kind of thing that happens when one starts to scratch at it. If you scratch too much the area around it gets red and sore. Put some ointment on it. What’s that ointment…blind acceptance and ignorance. The Prophets of Doom are here, not to worry! 2012 is right around the corner, you have just enough time to squeeze in as much sinning as you can. No man will know the day, time, shape, form, essence, style, genre, modality, function, medium, place, parking meter, park place, boardwalk, do not pass go, do NOT collect $200, you my friend…you are going to get it!

I gotta stop writing this garbage when this show is on..its disturbing me.

Not sure when I first read about the auspicious prediction that the ancient Mayans (people that brought you the zero) made almost 2 millennia ago, but, apparently, on either December 21 or 23 of the year 2012 some shit is going down. I know no one reads this blog, but if you do happen to stumble upon this, then I’d let you know now that you will be bombarded with this info more and more up until December 25 or 26 of 2012. This date was uncovered quite some time ago, and has been in books that I’ve read from the late 70’s early 80’s. This date marks the end of a b’ak’tun cycle that occurs about every 5125 years. In fact, this date was a reference point for the Mayan calendar. But no one really knows what the Mayan thought would occur on this particular day. But not to worry, us non-Mayans will fill in the blanks.

I’d say I first heard about it late in the 90’s and always thought it was kinda cool, but nothing more. I loaned the books out that it would be in, but my guess is that it was either Terrance McKenna or Robert Anton Wilson…(unfortunately neither of these guys are going to see this day) Point is: I really thought this day would remain in obscurity, only to be discussed amongst psychedelic toting intellectuals, but I knew that wasn’t the case when my sister brought it up and the bloom was really of the rose when Jack Van Impe talked about it on his show. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Ah well, you know those things that you’re sure not many people know about, you start to personalize it…it becomes…yours. But now.. come next Christmas I’m sure Grandma is bound to say something about it.

Horoscope: a look at the hours (Greek)

I wonder what mine said today. I didn’t bother looking. Actually I never look, but still I wonder what mine said today. I doubt if it could have shed any light on today’s events. And now that I think about it…its probably better that skeptics like myself should look their horoscopes after the fact to filter out any bias. Alas, most people read them beforehand and proceed accordingly. “Signs point to a high energy day for crabs. Romance could be right around the corner if caution is heeded. A business opportunity may require some action on your part. 12-32-2-4-18-29″ Of course, I always love the numbers tacked on at the end, as if they have EVER yielded any millionaires. Really, I still have to settle into the old axiom: whatever stokes different folks float…or something like that. Always good to merge metaphors, which is different than mixing them. To return to my erstwhile topic…I’d still like to see what the horoscope said today. Gotta chalk this one up to life lessons and remember that tomorrow is another clean slate day.

Oh, man…I gotta go. My favorite…Jack van Impe and Rexella!

So, I guess I won’t write anything tonight because of the huge t-storm going on right now. I was gonna talk about the holiday vacation and how I didn’t have internet connection….oh well…next time.