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August 1, 2020

Happy Birthday, Horses (1/8/2020)
As August 1 is the birthday of all racehorses, here is a photo of one of the best horses ever to hit a racetrack.


Phar Lap with jockey Jim Pike on board at Flemington racecourse in the 1930s.


They walk among us! (1/8/2020)
I know it's difficult to separate all the "G" things that endanger us (5G radiation, Glyphosate, Bill Gates, GMOs, ...) but this is the first time I've seen Gravity included. I'm a bit surprised that this person can even read the New Scientist (with all those big words like "scientist" and maybe even "new").

I know it could quite possibly be satire, but I've met enough 5G fearmongers to imagine them really believing this.



Another one where I couldn't find the artist. What I do know now, however, is that there is an enormous number of cartoons featuring a football player named Aaron and at least two people with the first name Aaron who have drawn pictures for animated films. What I don't know is who drew this.


YouTube applies DEL command to Del (1/8/2020)
The more elderly among us might remember the DEL command in MS-DOS (and yes, I know it's still there hidden away in Windows 10) used to delete files and directories.

It has assumed a new coincidental relevance now that YouTube have decided to delete all the videos made by champion anti-vaccination liar Del Bigtree, he of the yellow star and the film Vaxxed.

I'll let the pictures do the talking to show the progression of looking at Bigtree's channel a few days ago.

And are the anti-vaccination liars upset about this? What a silly question. They are shrieking to anyone who will listen about censorship and free speech and probably Bill Gates for inventing the DEL command. But as I have often said, cries of disappointment and sadness from anti-vaccinationers are like the sound of angels singing and their tears taste like the finest wine.

August 8, 2020

Books, books, books. Busy, busy, busy. (8/8/2020)
This week I have been flat out like a lizard drinking, as we say in these parts. I've been reading books so I can write reviews.

Seven Brief Lessons On Physics by Carlo Rovelli
I have to admit that Physics was never my favourite subject back in my studying days. All those equations, all that weirdness (and not just confined to "quantum weirdness"), blackboards covered with hieroglyphics, the need, like the White Queen, to believe "as many as six impossible things before breakfast" or continuing the Alice allusions and quoting the Cheshire Cat "I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different to yours".

Read the rest of the review here.

Sunburnt Country: The History and Future of Climate Change in Australia by Jöelle Gergis
It should come as no surprise to regular readers of The Millenium Project or my columns in Australasian Science that I am what climate change deniers call a "warmist". I have been asked if I believe in climate change, but "believe" is the wrong word. I no more believe in it than I believe in evolution, the age of the universe, the effect of antibiotics or the value of vaccines. These are not matters for belief - they are matters where the science is almost as close to a fact as it possible to be. My response is always that I don't believe, I know with almost certainty. (I agree with Robert Anton Wilson: "Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence".)

Read the rest of the review here.

A book that I can't publicly talk about until September 1 by An Author
There is an embargo on publishing reviews of this book until the book is released into the shops on September 1. It is about a person who has been of interest here for some time and reveals things we didn't know when we should have known them. It is the result of a long research project and probably a similar amount of time being nitpicked by lawyers to avoid the almost inevitable shrieks of "defamation". It is a very good book and I can hardly wait to tell you all about it.

You can read the review when I'm allowed to let you read it.


Meryl's Mishmash of Madness (8/8/2020)
If you ever wonder why I have such absolute contempt for anti-vaccination liars, consider this piece of advice from the spokesthing for the Australian Vaccination-[can't stop lying] Network. Remember that this is the woman who wasted a year of my life trying to get a court to silence my freedom of speech. I would never suggest that Ms Dorey be silenced but I reserve the right to ridicule her words and actions at any and every opportunity.

When some people posted this image to Facebook they blanked out Ms Dorey's name. They did this because she (a strong proponent of freedom of speech) once went on a campaign of having people's Facebook accounts suspended (and even cancelled) for quoting names. The next edition of the Oxford English Dictionary will have a picture of Ms Dorey next to the headword "hypocrite". I do not block names here - you say it, you own it.



See more Abstruse Goose here


Quintessence Nook (8/8/2020)
August 2000 saw the air around Sydney crackle with anticipation. The Olympic Games were to start next month, and predictions were almost equally divided between absolute disaster, total failure of all planning, terrorist attack and yawnfest. The only things that everyone agreed on were that Cathy Freeman would have her citizenship cancelled if she didn't win the 400 metre race and traffic would be so bad that nobody would be able to get anywhere. (Cathy won the race but the traffic chaos didn't happen. Everyone was so worried that they all stayed at home and the roads were empty; I had a 35 minute drive to a client that usually took well over an hour.)

Let's have a nostalgic look back at what was happening at Quintessence of the Loon that month.

The Hidden Master
One of life's great worries is where to take your next holiday. All the traditional places are too expensive, too popular, or too much in the middle of civil unrest. The Hidden Master, however, has come to the rescue of vacationers everywhere by telling us about the wonders of Atlantis. None of your friends will have been there, so they will all look at your photos and videos and gasp at your souvenirs. Did you know that the Atlanteans wrote poetry? By the look of the tourist guide in the picture, they have a similar aesthetic sense to ours but I would check the guide books carefully to see what sort of clothes to pack. The guide might be wearing some kind of uniform like rent-a-car people and cabin crew do, or she may be showing how to dress formally for dinner with the Dolphiness of Quork. You would not want to over-dress for everyday occasions.

or maybe
Not only is the Master hidden, but the contents of his web site are also hidden because of a coding error. The Atlanteans might have been able to write poetry, but it looks like they can't write PHP.


Attire
Perhaps the reason Atlantis disappeared all those years ago was that the inhabitants did not dress properly. If what you see above is an example of the sorts of uniforms that the workers in the tourist industry wore, then it is no wonder that the wrath of !Keewwll! the Dolphin was brought down upon their heads. I like the female form as well as the next person does, but there are limits. If God had meant women to go around naked, He would have made sure they were born with no clothes on. I don't think it is always necessary to go to the extremes of covering up that you see in the picture at the right, but modesty demands that some effort be made, and more effort is better than less. Of course, I don't recommend that women go around in those Talibanish bags with the little flyscreens to look out of. A man could take the wrong wife home from a party that way.


Unfortunately, this fine fashion site appears to have gone out of fashion, and its contents have been put in a wardrobe and forgotten PB October 2001


Timothy Leary
"Timothy Leary's dead. No, no, he's outside, looking in". If you can remember the band, the album, the song and the composer then you were probably paying attention in Dr Leary's chemistry classes. If you can remember being in those classes you probably weren't paying attention. Speaking of mind-blowing music, I am reliably informed that this edition of Quintessence of the Loon is coming out on the 40th anniversary of Chubby Checker first performing The Twist on Dick Clark's American Bandstand. And you wonder why we had to find some way to forget the 60s. Thanks, Tim.

(The Moody Blues, "In Search Of The Lost Chord", "Legend of a Mind", Ray Thomas. Yes, I do have a copy of it. On vinyl! The cardboard slip cover has retained the smell of some burning vegetable.)

(sort of)
Dr Leary's web site disappeared in a puff of multicoloured smoke like the dragons and eels in the kitchen when the LSD wears off (or so a friend tells me), but it was too good to lose so I went to the Internet Archive.


Cheng Research Institutes
460 volumes! More books about philosophy than Karl Marx! A complete refutation of Darwin, and not that tired old creationist stuff but a real, scientific examination of the facts. More psychiatry than Freud (some would say that that's not too hard). Here is a site based on quantity, not quality. I like the idea of someone founding a university and filling the library with his own books. I like the idea of someone who can write hundreds of books about all areas of human study and interest. And to think that Dr Cheng was able to do all this while being tracked and persecuted by the CIA. I take my hat of to him. He probably won't take his hat off in return in case the satellites get to his brain.

This site won Loon of the Month. The citation read:

Loon of the Month
I am faced with a dilemma - a conflict between the heart and the head, between passion and reason. The heart says that Timothy Leary should win the award for Loon of the Month. Not only did he have a song written about him, but he managed to start a great Internet rumour about how he was going to die online. Also, people who followed his teachings are just the sort of people who, in later life, apply their remaining brain cells to making the sort of sites featured here. The problem is that Professor Leary was a professional loon. He did it for a living. I have decided, therefore, to award this month's garland to an amateur professor. Professor Cheng wants to start his own university to pass on his knowledge. This is far more quintessential than having a tenured position at Harvard.

Stop Alien Abductions
Dr Cheng's problems with the CIA reminded me that I had given instructions on how to make a mind-control-proof helmet in June. Here is another hat, but this one goes even further and protects you from being abducted by aliens. I note the good advice not to leave it in the closet because aliens have been known to look there and steal them. I must take them to task, though, for the incomplete instructions about how to modify the hat for comfort. It quite rightly says that you can punch some holes (but not too many) in it for ventilation. It should warn you to take the hat off first before you start work with the bradawl.


Etheric Gridwork
It is quite clear to me that my body is made up of rectangular parts which vibrate. All these parts of me are projections of an external grid that hangs around a few inches (or about 2.54 few centimetres) outside my body. This must be so, because whales and dolphins have told us. As Nancy and Ariel say on this site: "We have found that when an individual reaches 1024 in ascension initiations, it is more apparent as to the degree or percentage of the gridwork that is missing by their ability or inability to hold their vibration. With this ability to observe the gridwork, it has come to the attention and examination of the Order of Rise. They have reviewed the implications of the incomplete gridwork and have created revised blueprints and holograms for the human template as well as all template." I could not have put it better myself.


It has gone off the grid. It couldn't hold the vibration.


Rainygirl's Wicca Page
There was this old crone who used to live a few houses away from me when I was young. Adults would warn us about talking to her, and people dropped their voices to a whisper when they walked past her house. She had a cat. My friends and I used to sneak up onto her veranda and peer through the windows. Dusty windows. Windows with cobwebs on them. Inside we would sometimes see her reading from a huge book by the light of a single large candle. Once, she looked at the window as if she could see us, and struck a single note on a large bell by her side. We froze in fear, then crept back to our homes. One day, she just disappeared. The body of her cat was found in her front yard, and my mother could not find our broom. Two days later, her house burned to the ground leaving behind only her rocking chair and a green shawl, untouched by the flames.

Loss
Rainygirl has vanished, leaving behind a faint mist rising from the warm earth. The candle on the floor gutters out as the last of the wick sinks into the molten wax. In the distance, a cat meows ...


Serpente et Astrum Oasis - Ordo Templi Orientis
I had to wait until August to add this site because it was only on 30th July, 2000, that Serpente et Astrum was promoted from a Camp to an Oasis. I used to be in the French Foreign Legion where you could have a camp that was simultaneously an oasis and vice versa. The days of Fort Soixanteneuf are long behind me and I no longer have to eat gritty croissants and dried snails but the memories are flooding back. Not that there were many floods in the desert. But I digress ... This Oasis is just around the corner from where I live, and I am pleased to report that they "are currently chartered to initiate the Introductory Man of Earth Degrees from Minerval to IIIš degree". I was wondering how I was going to get that done. I am specially impressed by the upper limit of "IIIš degree" because I like my degrees with extra degree.

Loss
I moved away from the town and the Oasis withered and blew away like dust in a strong wind. I have a degree of sympathy for them, or maybe IIIš degree.



See more from Judy Horacek here

August 15, 2020

Briefs or boxers? (15/8/2020)
Well, I don't have an original VW Beetle or a Porsche 911 or a Subaru WRX STi, so it looks like I'm out of boxers. I'll just have to stick with brief updates here.

In any case, I've got more things to worry about now.


Who will do the rescuing now? (15/8/2020)
One of the most egregious anti-vaccination liar outfits around has been Generation Rescue, founded by top liar J. B. Handley. It promoted the absurd idea that vaccines cause autism and, of course, offered cures, chelation and cozening.* This month's link check here produced the following at the Generation Rescue web site.

And here's Handley defending Andrew Wakefield's lies and deception.

* Cozen - verb (used with or without object): to cheat, deceive, or trick. Never say you don't learn anything here.


True dat! (15/8/2020)


This has been all over the 'net. I'll acknowledge whoever made it if someone tells me who they are.

August 22 2020

Hiatus this week because my country town is buried under snow and tourists and I have to do some journalisting and photographing. Sorry. Back soon. Here's a couple of things to laugh at, and before you ask I have no idea who made them.




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