Levitical Prohibition & Jimmy crack corn

moving in perfect peace and harmony towards Elvisness

Kind readers,

after a few weeks of glorious warmth, we’re back to crap weather in my neck of the woods. My fingers are not quite like ice again, but it’s close. I’m using the sleeves of my sweater to cover my hands up to the first knuckles. It’s supposed to warm up again by the middle of next week…

Ah, well. I’ll be writing all the more this weekend.

Speaking of writing, I’m halfway through Atheist Tiki Hour. It’s going well—I think! Anyway, I’m happy writing it.

In other news, the terrific comic strip artist The Atheist Pig loves There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard. That made me smile from ear to ear. He’s sent me a copy of his book and I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

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I’ve found out that there’s a Tiki bar in Toronto, The Shameful Tiki Room (what a name!). I have got to get my ass over there.

Then there’s this:

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Yesterday evening, I created a t-shirt with my face on it—why the fuck not—and added the words “Levitical Prohibition” beneath. Because that’s what I am. Tattooed, dressed in masculine clothes, non-binary, apostate, unbeliever, secular, and I really don’t give a shit about Bronze Age admonitions from volcano god worshipers.

The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.

Like I said, the volcano god.

Click on the photo if you want a shirt! I’ll be adding more fun t-shirts to my shop this week.

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I have a meeting with the event organizer at the Ramada Ottawa in a couple of weeks. I’ll be booking the Quietus 2016 room, signing the papers, giving the down payment…

The moment I’ve finished writing Atheist Tiki Hour, I’ll start Severus Snape and the Art of Being Human. It would be fantastic if I had that book done in time for Quietus. I have a lot to say; there are many things I want to write about in Art of Being Human.

I’m feeling more and more detached from Livejournal. It makes me blue, especially on days when I’m tired… I have joyful times on Twitter, interact with people there, and increasingly on Instagram as well. I blog here. That’s good. Livejournal feels like it’s gone, and I find myself thinking, you know what, I’m done. I read other people’s entries—there aren’t that many these days—and I don’t know if I want to update mine anymore. I feel like the Dude; I’m lying on my rug and listening to bowling balls strike pins, and Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care.

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The other day, I got “Sodas & Shakes” scented Crayola markers, because they’re just so darn happy.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was released thirty years ago today. Let my Cameron go.

All right! It’s writing time.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

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