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Sir Samelot

I love this town.

I art my porn and other stuff.

http://sinxpi.blogspot.com/

Sigh. I am filled with bad habits and wasted times.

As far as personal projects go, this “art” has been in almost continuous production since the late ’90s. It’s what I do when I can’t think of anything else to do.

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So this has been floating around Tumblr lately:

A circle of religious symbols around a chaos-starred sacred chao.

And since some people have wondered what the symbols are, I thought I’d try my hand at listing them.

In the center: The Sacred Chao from Principia Discordia
Around the center: The Chaos Star from from Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion stories
From the top, clockwise:
The Five-Fingered Hand of Eris from Principia Discordia
The Yellow Sign from Call of Cthulhu, inspired by Robert Chambers’ The King in Yellow
The Muted Post Horn from Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying of Lot 49
The Invisible Pink Unicorn from www.InvisiblePinkUnicorn.com
The Elder Sign from H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos
The Flying Spaghetti Monster from www.venganza.org
One of the many representations of “Bob” from the Church of the SubGenius
The symbol for Phaeton, a hypothetical planet between Mars and Jupiter

Personally, I would have added the deathly hallows from Harry Potter, a policeman assaulting a protestor, a teddy bear receiving oral sex from the Humanist human, and the Coca-Cola logo — for a total of twelve. Wouldn’t that make a nice clock?

Forgotten Science Fiction Movie

I saw a movie once, back in the 1990s, I think. It’s been nagging at me for months now.

The movie has three main characters: The Good Guy, The Bad Guy, and The Girl. All white. The Good Guy is a space cop, The Bad Guy is a space criminal, and The Girl was probably a romantic interest. (I’m not saying it was a good movie.)

The opening credits appear against a sequence in space or hyper-space or sub-space or where-ever. There are two ships, one chasing the other, both small single (maybe double) occupant crafts. The ship being chased drops out of hyper first. They both land on Earth twenty years apart, The Bad Guy landing earliest.

The Good Guy, new to Earth, learns the ropes with help from The Girl. Along the way, Bad Guy shows up and we find out that he can regenerate limbs, and he regenerates one of his hands.

The Bad Guy tries to convince The Girl that he’s good and The Good Guy is bad. The Girl is momentarily confused. At the time, I thought it was amazingly clever, but in retrospect it was probably an obvious cliché.

Somewhere in all the chases, possible romances, and fight scenes, there’s this one scene that has stuck in my mind: one of the aliens pulls a gun out of his stomach. No, not like Videodrome; this was not a metaphor; it was a revolver.

Any help identifying this movie would be appreciated.

Job Search Image

“Of course, I’ll have to find a job eventually. I know that. You know that. I can’t go on hanging around like this forever. And I will find a job sooner or later. It’s just that right now, I don’t know what kind of a job I should take. For a while after I quit, I just figured I’d take some other law-related job. I do have connections in the field. But now I can’t get myself into that mood. The more time that goes by, the less interest I have in law. I feel more and more that it’s simply not the work for me.”

Kumiko looked at me in the mirror. I went on:

“But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.”

“So, then,” she said, putting her towel down and turning to face me, “if you’re tired of law, don’t do it anymore. Just forget about the bar exam. Don’t get all worked up about finding a job. If you can’t find the image, wait until it forms by itself. What’s wrong with that?”

I nodded. “I just wanted to make sure I had explained to you exactly how I felt.”

(later)

Brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I studied my face in the mirror. For over two months now, since quitting my job, I had rarely entered the “outside world.” I had been moving back and forth between the neighborhood shops, the ward pool, and this house. Aside from the Ginza and that hotel in Shinagawa, the farthest point I had traveled from home was the cleaner’s by the station. And in all that time, I had hardly seen anyone. Aside from Kumiko, the only people I could be said to have “seen” in two months were Malta and Creta Kano and May Kasahara. It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, and the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descended more deeply into chaos.

I rinsed my mouth and went on looking at my face for a time.

I can’t find the image, I said to myself. I’m thirty, I’m standing still, and I can’t find the image.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Delilah’s Dance

Delilah danced downstairs. The rooms dimmed as she arrived. Her perfume dazzled.

I was caught up in the dance.

Did I ever kiss her?

Why did she make me happy when she could never be happy.

Her music still pursues me.

Was I hers or her?

No philosophy withstood her.

Indoors With Delilah

Rasputina — When I was a Young Girl

Rasputina — When I Was a Young Girl.

Where is this song from? Is it a cover? A folk song? Does it borrow or steal from another song? a musical?

It’s just so familiar but I know I’ve never heard it before.