SINCE BUSH AND CHANEY HAVE FAILED TO RESIGN, LET'S TURN TO THE ODD FOR THE WEEKEND

A good place to start is to stare into the blue sphere for as long as your attention span can take it. If you see anything of any rare significance, it would probably be best to stop there, because you are a long way ahead of the game. (Is Farren putting us on?) If nothing materializes then I would suggest heading on to a rather strange connection supplied by MrMR about the nature of time and perception that will at least fill in some time until the next episode of Dr Who.

"Our journey starts with an experiment conducted in 1976. Dr. Kornhuber asked a number of volunteers to be wired with EEG electrodes to measure their brain activity. He then asked the volunteers to flex the index finger of their right hand, suddenly and at various times of their own choosing. He wanted to measure how fast it took for the mental decision to move the finger to actually make the finger move. His results were not what he expected"…(more?)

And, yes, the dot (you'll get to it) does change color.


The secret word is Chronometer

RESIGN!

More later, because I have a column to write, but, if you haven’t already seen it, I can’t urge you more strongly to watch Keith Olbermann’s call for Bush and Cheney’s resignation on MSNBC.

George Melly -- RIP

THE ROCKETS' RED GLARE

SIGN A PETITION TO IMPEACH DICK CHENEY
Except, as I filled in the boxes a feeling of unease came over me. Was I putting myself on some future list as a target for retribution? But I went ahead anyway realizing that such anxiety is the power and product of a potentially fascist state, and all the more reason to haul the sons of bitches out of power.

The secret word is Now

GOTTA KEEP ON RISING

Ruben reminds us that Jim Morrison died thirty-six years ago today. I could only imagine, had he lived, he’d be drinking harder than ever as society spirals even faster to a pointless consumer hell where the future's more uncertain and the end decidedly weirder. He also serves to remind me that, when all is said, and done, no one here does get out alive, and the only legacy we leave is the work we produce. Thus, the dead must rest, and I have to get back to my keyboard and my imagination. There is no other option.

A Morrison artifact (courtesy fidicen, like the photo)

The secret word is Perception

IF THIS NATION RETAINS A VESTIGE OF CIVILIZATION, THE PRESIDENT AND VICE PRESIDENT SHOULD FORMALLY RESIGN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY

What is there left to discuss? Their evil must be held to be self-evident. Their corruption stinks for sea to shining sea, and their homicidal, criminal stupidity is taking the nation to the brink of dysfunction.

NONETHELESS THE TIGERS ARE IN THE TANK

Meanwhile, with amazing synchronicity, as Valerie sends the tigers, noudela gives us this clip of Muddy Waters doing “I’ll Put A Tiger In Your Tank.”

The secret word is Grrrr.

Beverly Sills – RIP

SLIME DOES NO TIME

As Bush lets Scooter Libby walk, our favorite southern belle writes "I am nuts with anger. Please write something."

Well darlin' I'll try, but right now all I can do is shake my head, and wonder if I ever expected anything else from these shameless, clean-shaven sons-of-bitches. Gandhi always advised patience and that the swine would always get their’s in the end, but, the Mahatma forgive me, mine is wearing dangerously thin. Not to mention it has wholly spoiled Nation UFO Day.

(In fact, the actual quote is “There have always been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall. -- think of it, ALWAYS.” – Mahatma Gandhi)

NATIONAL UFO DAY

Seemingly, in some quarters, this is National UFO Day. So if you see an alien, I recommend you buy it an ice cream. Beyond that, here’s the read-all-about-it. (Although I fear the cow is toast.)

The secret word is Mutilated.

On the other hand, ain’t much that was more alien than Dr. John back in the day. (From MrMR)

SUNDAY IN THE HEAT WITH ELVIS

I’ll frankly admit that I think the dog-days of summer are on us here in bloody LA and the prospect of two months of rising temperatures plus all the other crap that flesh is heir to is starting to depress the hell outta me, but I guess I’ll survive it. (But is that the good news?) Peromyscus sent me an amusing clip of Elvis. And Elvis is always good for impending depression because, his story was more beaucoup fucked-up than any other in our rock & roll universe, especially when I stumbled across this clip of “Unchained Melody”, recorded about six weeks before the man’s death when he had degenerated to a bloated, sweating hulk, sans mind, sans pride, sans everything except the power of that miraculous voice. A real case of “observe thou mortals and tremble at the downfall of a god and the distance it is possible to fall.”

The secret word is Royal

Thanks Hermit

HOWL AT THE FULL MOON, MY DROOGS, FOR SURELY THERE'S MUCH TO HOWL ABOUT

The secret word is Luna