Bitch on the Blog

August 15, 2011

Throw me rope

Since I am not afraid to come across as an idiot (we all have to start somewhere and idiots do have their place in society) here is a question which has been burning a hole into my inquiring mind for some time. Yes, the barnacle (http://www.looneyfundamentalist.blogspot.com). I would love to contribute something mildly intelligent or at least interesting on Looney’s blog but I CAN’T. Rarely am I lost for words; never mind him swimming with crocodiles or people drifting into his church half an hour late, I am at sea.

Maybe the good man himself will throw some Plato at me to help me through my difficulty. Which I wouldn’t put past him since his comments on other people’s blogs tend to cut through the crap. This is truly head scratching time. Has been for months.

I just can’t rev up the speed to break through the sound barrier required to fly into his comment box. Which, of course, he might be very happy about.

U

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  1. Give me Looney’s link & let’s see if I can come up with a comment. (I can’t imagine you without a comment. [I’ve cut through any crap.])

    Comment by bikehikebabe — August 15, 2011 @ 13:43 | Reply

    • Thanks for riding to my rescue, BHB. Lady Godivas on white chargers are hard to come by these days.

      Link is in my post. Do go easy though. The man deserves better than us shrieking at him like, I don’t know: Seagulls?

      Anyway: Cave Canem (that’s: Beware Jean). She is very fond (as am I) of the barnacle. Her last comment to me over at Ramana’s, so succinct: “Ursula, it is fun to see you raise to the bait.” Beauty. Followed by one of those ghastly smilies as if that would make it better to be kicked in the shin. There is no doubt about it, BHB: Forget that Jean, by her own assertion, was a dog in a previous life: She most certainly would have a lot of “fun” keeping a cat. They too do raise to the bait. Particularly if the bait is a mouse. Or maybe fly fishing would be more Jean’s thing. I myself prefer being given an answer rather than grappling with shadows in the mist (that’s my rather poetic interpretation of Jean’s evasiveness. When it becomes uncomfortable for her she slips through your fingers like water through a sieve).

      Anyway, BHB, do check out the barnacle. Even if you are stumped for words he is most educational, not to say unsettling – and that’s what counts.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — August 15, 2011 @ 14:26 | Reply

  2. I had skipped over that link.
    Looney’s post is way over & beyond my head. My husband is addicted to politics & knows most everything about the Bible, tho’ he’s an atheist. So he’d be qualified to make comments. But he doesn’t have opinions since he understands both sides.

    If YOU can’t make a comment then his post isn’t meant for comments.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — August 15, 2011 @ 14:41 | Reply

  3. In the word of the silly creature: “Simples” Just ask if his point is that there is nothing new on the Earth of if whoever made up the story of Jesus was a plagiarist….. something real scholars of old religions have known for a long time by the way! All that died and rose from the dead after three days stuff was really common back then and previously!

    Comment by magpie11 — August 15, 2011 @ 18:37 | Reply

    • Don’t you start, Magpie, confusing me. It is, of course, fascinating how the whole idea of Jesus and consorts exercises our minds.

      The trouble I have with Looney’s blog, and I probably shouldn’t admit to this in public: I don’t know how to take him, or rather what he says. He reminds me of going to an art gallery or a Stockhausen concert – and you don’t quite get it. You wonder if the artist’s intention is all ironic and you are the idiot, or whether it’s ironic and you are not an idiot, or whether it’s not ironic at all and you are still an idiot. As long as you make the right noises no one cares.

      I am so confused now that when earlier I read his header as: “We are Christ’s Tools” or some such, only to rub my eyes when I realised he says “we are Christ’s Fools”. Kierkegaard used to do this to me.

      Thing is if it were all about the bible and Matthew etc. then it wouldn’t be ironic, would it. But all that sprinkled with Plato and Socrates – the mind boggles. Or rather I jingle. I don’t like to be shown up as a no hoper particularly since I studied Plato till my gums bled. In Greece. My then boyfriend read it in the English translation, I in German. And what a holiday that was. We argued non stop. Not least because I felt as guilty as hell just having broken up with my first husband (I was only 22, and that age you do take life seriously) and, worse, I was weaning myself off a serious nicotine habit. My doctor later advised me to do one thing at a time in future. Advice I have been trying to heed since. And whilst we were sitting on one the most gorgeous island in the middle of the Aegaeis there was a dearth of fish. So add all that up: No fish, no cigarettes, guilt ridden, sun burnt, Plato, lots of Ouzo. Now Looney brings it all flooding back.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 15, 2011 @ 19:42 | Reply

  4. Why barnacle? Aren’t they the irritating little crustaceans that tend to encrust the bottoms of boats and ships and slow them down ? In addition they seem to be taken as an excuse by humans to pollute the seas, even more than previously, with anti fouling paint. 😉

    Comment by magpie11 — August 15, 2011 @ 18:45 | Reply

    • Why “barnacle”? It’s a long story, Magpie. Going back to the times when Conrad declared himself a dungbeetle, I consequently launched a modern day Noah’s ark populated by a bird (you), an elephant (Ramana), a dog (Jean), forgotten now what I made BHB (cockroach I think on account of what she had found behind her fridge a week or so earlier), gaelikaa (the cow – I love her cow; though think’s been replaced now by something less bovine). What was I? I don’t know: The skipper or something. Will find out and let you know.

      However, the endearing thing that Looney, already saddled by himself with being a barnacle, thanked me for inviting him to embark on the ark but, declaring himself not the most social of beings, said he’d come along for the ride provided he could stay on the outside. Later we explored the fact that barnacles glue their heads to the spot, loyall and forever. So are pretty static. Immoveable. Neither can they shake their heads. See, Magpie, thus fairy tales and Aesop’s fables are spun. Actually will take up the yarn again. Have to find original post(s) and comments first.

      Anyway you are our treasurer. In charge of dung (elephant’s and cow’s) amiably kept company by the currently rather quiet beetle.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 15, 2011 @ 19:19 | Reply

  5. Life is leaving me with too little time to comment, but the conversation certainly is amusing.

    Since I have been pondering the Theory of Idiots recently, perhaps this would be helpful. A cow, for example, is not too clever, thus, we do not expect much profound to be produced by her regarding solid state physics. Yet at the same time, we do not refer to her as an idiot either. Lack of intelligence is not what makes an idiot. What makes an idiot is the usage of intelligence to further destructive or foolish behavior. In fact the capacity for idiocy is in proportion to intelligence.

    Comment by Looney — August 16, 2011 @ 03:59 | Reply

  6. Ursula, I threw a rope to you on my latest blog post. And I promise not to cut it when you are half way up.

    Comment by Looney — August 17, 2011 @ 03:59 | Reply

  7. Hey who is this guy? I might even take a look for myself
    one of these dark and ghoulish evenings… So, is he really
    that bad or what? Yes, I guess I will have to go and take
    a quick look…

    I wonder if you will ever call into one of my comment boxes?

    Androgoth Xx

    Comment by Androgoth — January 18, 2012 @ 22:58 | Reply


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