Mythopoeika
I am a meat popsicle
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Throw some water over them!
Throw some water over them!
Yes, but, no, but, are you confirming that this experience occurred at....
or
- half-past three in the afternoon (bright sun headed for tea-time in the west) ?
Which was it @wolfie61?
- half-past three in the morning (dark moon headed for breakfast westward) ?
I think Pretty Much it was the first answer. But I wasn't there (as far as I know, anyway).
So we need you to just confirm that. Please
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While walking in the landscape I sometimes find remnants of "something" in the landscape. Usually it's impossible to determine what it was, at least, without a tremendous amount of research. Strange how information gets wiped out.
https://uair01.blogspot.nl/2017/09/the-mysterious-fragments.html
(Here I'm pretending to know something about kabbalah, philosophy and deep topography. I don't. But still I'm very happy with this landscape meditation. The Dutch landscape really feels like this.)
I wrote something about this briefly on my blog
http://victoriaphantasmagoria.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-end-of-season.html
Even within 20 or 30 years things are easily lost.
That's a great blog! I'll follow you. Do you know the British psychogeographers? You might like them:
Every morning my drive to work takes me from Alton (Hampshire) to Waterlooville, I have been doing this journey for over 15 months and each morning I drive through a place called Denmead. Yesterday morning I saw a grey BMW M3 convertible (E46 model for geeks) driving the other way, I noticed it because it is a car I have always liked.
But it occurred to me that every time I see this car it is in exactly the same place coming the other way, and I don't mean 100 yards down the road, I mean exactly the same place give or take 10 yards.
I don't see it every day, but I do often follow a car I have followed before and I am familiar with many of the cars I see on the journey.
There is a couple of junctions just after I see it where it could join the road so that explains why I never see it further on, but there are no other real junctions for a mile or more the other way, and you don't but an M3 for a 1 mile commute.
Yet I have never seen this car at any other point on my journey, just in exactly that same place EVERY TIME.
As a device intended to operate outside the visual spectrum, already transmitting invisisible beams of infra-red radiation, I can only presume that tiny extra-dimensional alien beings (with minds immeasureably-superior to ours) materialised into my plane of existence, in a cross between "Batteries Not Included" and "Fantastic Voyage"#What dimension has that remote gone to
Pixies. Bastards.I just wish they could've slid down from the ceiling on kevlar threads and stolen somebody else's damn remote control, for Fort's sake!!
When I was in my late teens and still living in my parents' home, we had quite a lot of shape-shifting silverware. I'd be in the kitchen, ready to prepare some tea or some Nestle's Quik, and there would be no spoons. The silverware drawer would have plenty of knives and forks, but no spoon anywhere. The sink might have a dozen pieces of dirty silverware, but not a single spoon. There would be forks all over the place, but not a spoon anywhere. One time, I recalled that I had left a bowl on the floor at the end of the sofa, after finishing some ice cream, probably the night before. I went and found the bowl, right where I had left it. There was a handle sticking out of it. The handle of another damned fork! Being screwed with by the Silverware Gods is particularly annoying when you are thirsty for some tea.
Met him/her (difficult to tell which but I suspect the latter) numerous times and often accompanied by its older siblings.It was the Demon of Minor Inconvenience.
If you find the answer let me know 'cos a lot of my stuff seems to be returned to other people, I assume in error.It's events like that...they give you pause for thought. What dimension has that remote gone to and returned from? And why? And how?
When I was in my late teens and still living in my parents' home, we had quite a lot of shape-shifting silverware. I'd be in the kitchen, ready to prepare some tea or some Nestle's Quik, and there would be no spoons. The silverware drawer would have plenty of knives and forks, but no spoon anywhere. The sink might have a dozen pieces of dirty silverware, but not a single spoon. There would be forks all over the place, but not a spoon anywhere. One time, I recalled that I had left a bowl on the floor at the end of the sofa, after finishing some ice cream, probably the night before. I went and found the bowl, right where I had left it. There was a handle sticking out of it. The handle of another damned fork! Being screwed with by the Silverware Gods is particularly annoying when you are thirsty for some tea.
Mince pie eating aliens abducted it?It's events like that...they give you pause for thought. What dimension has that remote gone to and returned from? And why? And how?
That could be the only explanation. Occam's Razor and all that.Mince pie eating aliens abducted it?
I hear you. I have terrible trouble with spoons.When I was in my late teens and still living in my parents' home, we had quite a lot of shape-shifting silverware. I'd be in the kitchen, ready to prepare some tea or some Nestle's Quik, and there would be no spoons. The silverware drawer would have plenty of knives and forks, but no spoon anywhere. The sink might have a dozen pieces of dirty silverware, but not a single spoon. There would be forks all over the place, but not a spoon anywhere. One time, I recalled that I had left a bowl on the floor at the end of the sofa, after finishing some ice cream, probably the night before. I went and found the bowl, right where I had left it. There was a handle sticking out of it. The handle of another damned fork! Being screwed with by the Silverware Gods is particularly annoying when you are thirsty for some tea.
Chatting with the hairdresser one day, as you do, the subject turned to ghosts and she mentioned that in the cottage where she lived they couldn't keep forks for long.
It was a house share with several hardworking young women who weren't apt to play silly jokes on each other.
They'd notice the forks missing and blame each other at first until they realised that even when all the cutlery was washed up and put away, next time they looked there'd be fewer forks.
They decided to buy more when necessary and stop worrying about it. It was a rented house so one hopes all the forks were present for the inventory when they left.