On The Lash: Cross-Stitch Agnostic

‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’

Roob tells Cade her posting plan

*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*

Hannibal Lecture

*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*

Gnostic teacher, John Lamb Lash (JLL) has some new talks up, Dear Reader. Cade and I listened to a couple of them earlier this week…

… There are four talks, in which Lashy [and his gal pal, Ginny] refute Flat Earthers and their theories. Interesting stuff, well researched but unfortunately we only managed to get through the first two and a bit…

Crawford Query

*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…* 

‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in España in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.

‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?

‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.

‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’

Clarisse Clarifies

*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*

… Although I am currently reading JLL’s book, ‘Not In His Image’, and it’s really, very good. Inspiring, much like the bulk of his talks about the Planetary Animal Mother, Sew-Fire…

Buffalo Bills

*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*

I probably will go back and finish listening to the remainder of the Flat Earth talks, Dear Reader. If only to find out if JLL has any Terry Pratchett in that extensive library of his…

sync with a wink

*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*

It was actually my friend Poppy Sweet Pea that inspired this particular post. She’s into cross-stitch, big-time; always has project on the go.  Last night she posted a photo of her latest handiwork for Cade and I to see…

Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 1Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 2Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 3

… And I was reminded of my favourite piece of Poppy Sweet Pea cross-stitch artwork. She made it for Legs…

Man in a mask

*Yeah, perfect for him… /beams…*

I don’t know, Dear Reader. Make of it as you will; I know I Doo 😉

Lecture Over

*Alright smart arse… Ready to finish with some music?*

… And have a Song ❤

A Handful of Spunk

fruity-spunk

“Whatcha doing?”

I didn’t turn round to answer Thoughtful Man as I was trying not to lose focus. “Taking photos.”

“No, I can see that,” he said with his usual air of exasperation. “What are you photographing and why?”

salty-spunk

“Oh, it’s a sweetie present Poppy sent me,” I said. “It’s for a LoL post.”

“What?” he asked with his usual air of confusion. “Da baby leaves us presents but they ain’t so sweet,” he continued in a baby sing-song voice.

Now I was confused so turned round to see him holding our darling dooshund, Poppy. He was obviously addressing her with the cutesy tone. She could obviously smell something tasty, as she was attempting to dig her way out from under his arm to get to me.

“Ah, not Popstar here, Leggy’s girlfriend Poppy from Denmark… she’s sent me some Spunk. Would you like to try some?” I asked innocently.

“No thanks,” he said wrinkling his nose. “Spunk? Have you tried them yet?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

I adopted a serious expression. “Well, they’re hard jellies. The fruity flavoured ones are nice but got stuck in my throat. I’m afraid I spat the salty liquorice one out,” I reported.

Thoughtful Man looked at me intently. “So you both spit and swallow Spunk,” he said slowly, “and you’re going to tell everyone this in a post?”

“Yes,” I said with a vigorous nod. “She also sent me some pipes in a handy travel pack.”

liquorice-pipes

“Oh for god’s sake,” he sighed with his usual air of weariness, turning to leave with the pooch. “Ploppy and I are off the bed. Have fun with your sex and smoking whatever…”

*******

I also received an image of a book this morning, from MEROVEE Frank

book-image-sent-by-merovee-frank

And then a tweet caught my attention…

So I opened it and read the mined lines

sensitive-to-mindlines-orange-you-question-mark

clicky-ook-ok-go

*I saw that, Clicky… the Librarian has an understanding of the power of  L-Space…*

prestigious (adj.)1540s, “practicing illusion or magic, deceptive,” from Latin praestigious “full of tricks,” from praestigiae “juggler’s tricks,” probably altered by dissimilation from praestrigiae, from praestringere “to blind, blindfold, dazzle,” from prae “before” (see pre-) + stringere “to tie or bind” (see strain (v.)). Derogatory until 19c.; meaning “having dazzling influence” is attested from 1913 (see prestige). Related: Prestigiously; prestigiousness.’

I’d seen and listened to ‘The Strain‘ just last night…

leggy-has-the-strain

*Ah, Clicky… SA Vile… They really went to town on him after he was dead and unable to mount a defence…*

*******

Thoughtful Man and Poppy returned from their afternoon nap. I was glued to my screen, constructing my post.

“Are you still at it?” he asked dumping the dog on my lap before taking his customary place in the Library.

“Hmm? Yes… did you have a good sleep?”

Thoughtful Man yawned and set Clicky to work. “No, the bitch took up most of the bed. Did you see that a train crashed in New York earlier?”

I looked up startled – I’d just been looking at a train video. “No. I’ve been doing this. What happened?” I opened a tab to check the news.

google-news

*Hobo Ken… is that like tramp knowledge… Street smarts, Clicky? …/thinks… Have a Song…*