Zombie Snails (Parasites)

HO HO HO

Merry Christmas.

Cry All You Want

Courtesy Recycled Cinema.

How It is Done

"The German compulsion to carry lighted trees even into enemy fire (which any light might provoke) was wryly rendered by James Kruss, a veteran of a later war who returned to write stories of rare charm. In Mein Urgrossvater, die Helden und ich (My Great-Grandfather, the Heroes, and I) he told, in the voice of a child, a cliche tale purportedly in a schoolbook, 'The Christmas Tree in No Man's Land.' In it, a zealous Westphalian sergeant, Manfred Korn, determines after dark on Christmas Eve to take a Tannenbaum topped by a Star of Bethlehem across to the French lines where, opposite them, are Algerian troops, heathens who know nothing of Christmas. Seizing one of their small trees, the courageous Korn,

in spite of the blazing gunfire, jumped out of the trench into the open field. He sprang over the enemy's trench with the Christmas tree in his hands, completely unaware of the deadly bullets whizzing all around him. He carried the Star of Bethlehem, and that was his protection. Yet, as if that were not enough, as Manfred carefully lit the Christmas tree in the enemy trench, the glow of its light fell everywhere, and all shooting ceased.

Profoundly moved, soldiers on both sides gather to celebrate Christmas, while the Germans sing 'Stille Nacht.'

Great-Grandfather is sickened by the saccharine homily, and tells the boy 'what really happened,' as he had learned it 'from the captain of a tugboat, who was there.' And there may be some truth in his sardonic retelling, for Kruss confided privately that he had been told the story by his uncle Otto, who actually was at the front. Algerian troops did face the Germans on the British right flank, the 45th Division of the Armee d'Afrique, which had fought at the Marne to help save Paris in early September. In Great-Grandfather's tale, December 24 'meant nothing' to the Algerians, whose faith was Islam. Unaware of a holiday truce elsewhere, they fired at the Germans on Christmas Eve, endangering a determined pastry cook from Berlin, Alfred Kornitzke, who was making marzipan balls, a traditional festive confection, for his company.

'No one can do this to me!' Kornitzke exploded. Seizing a Weihnachtsbaum as holy protection, he lifted it high and, still wearing his white baker's cap, ran toward the enemy lines. The Algerians were baffled by the apparition, for the German appeared too crazy to shoot at and too comical to take seriously. Rather,

they watched him in amazement, until, after a while, the telephones began to ring inside the French trenches....Suddenly the Algerians became aware of the cease-fire....In the meantime, Alfred Kornitzke...did not stop until he was halfway between the lines. There he set the tree down carefully, calmly took some matches...he had intended to use for his petroleum stove, and in the frosty, star-filled night, lit the candles, one by one....'Now, you blockheads,' [he shouted], 'now you know what's going on! Merry Christmas!'

The enemy fire ceased. Kornitzke stumped back to his lines and to stirring his precious marzipan mixture before an audience of admiring soldiers. After the war, he vowed, he would become a missionary to the heathens, 'For now I know how it is done!'"




From Silent Night: The Story of the World War I Christmas Truce by Stanley Weintraub

kanguru kiz

we agreed to eradicate a few phenomena and parted.

"Would you believe a line-up listed as 'a Tiller Girl in black, a dwarf in drag on lead, Archbishop Makarios and an Italian pimp singing, an alien brain on organ, a life-size rag doll on bass and a dog and two bubble blowers from Biba, plus a court jester in make-up on drums?'"

from Wreckers of Civilisation: The Story of COUM Transmissions & Throbbing Gristle by Simon Ford

Fucking eerie.

Popular Girl

Computer Smarts

Fire In My Belly

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Nancy the Automaton

All the stupid people are rushing about and getting in the way

I've been sort of wanting to change my desktop background for a couple weeks now but I feel like it would be disrespectful to get rid of the image of Breyer P-Orridge.

Give a Little Love

Got me some new headphones.

Time to celebrate with a PIE FIGHT!!!!!

Followed by some earnest chastisement and sincere contrition.

Fab and Kinky

I want this poster.


Really, really bad.

Fuck Clowns

My headphones and my VCR both broke last week, and since my computer has no speakers, this means that I cannot post videos right now. More specifically, I can still post them, but just I can't watch them first to figure out whether or not I want to post them.

However, I can still post pictures.


The above image is a secret code for something I can't really discuss.

In summation, I will leave you with this YouTube video that I bookmarked a couple weeks ago, which expresses, with depressing accuracy, exactly what I am feeling.

Worm Crawl

Opening sequence from Persona

Coffee and juggling

I bought a French coffee press, so now I don't totally hate coffee anymore. I used to not be able to drink coffee without gagging, but this coffee tastes totally amazing. I'm going to start drinking a million cups of coffee a day now just like Lorelai Gilmore.

I have Circus Club today.

Bolivia Bug

Good Morning, World

PTV Interview (Genesis P-Orridge & Peter Christopherson)

Parasympathica

Only 49 Days Til Christmas

It was finally cold enough today for me to turn on my space heater.

Awesome, awesome, awesome.

This calls for tea.

Run Teletubbies! Run!

Psychick Television Ltd

Milton Erickson's Inductions

Jelly Fish All Around

Retro-Futuristic Motion Logos

Carlin