In case anyone's still keeping an eye on this blog, I'm happy to announce the reincarnation:
The Second Coming of Bacchus.
Welcome back, me.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Moon will take away all strife;
Commence another phase -
A mirrored surface, smooth as glass,
Will thus describe your days.
With hope serene within your breast,
Forget all hurt and pain;
Emerge from oceans newly-born,
And laugh at life, again.
Hi. Remember me? Cool. Let's talk.
After taking tentative steps towards what some would call a "searching and fearless moral inventory," I finally had to admit that this blog has run its course. Don't worry, I didn't let Jesus into my heart or anything (he doesn't have the password), but a series of recent events has made me realize that I need to set a few things aside in order to focus on new goals and paths; alas, the appellation "Lover of Strife" is one of those things.
I've got some projects in the works, as well as a nifty new online identity to adopt, and I'll post announcements as soon as stuff is up and running. In the meantime, please know how much I appreciate everyone who ever took the time to check out my piddly little dog-and-witchcraft show, especially my Loyal Strifemongers, who made writing here way more fun than the law should legally allow.
Guys, it's been an awesome journey of Love and Strife. Thank you all for coming along for the ride.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Dear Anyone Who Participated in the Penn State Riot,
By participating in said riot, you actively endorsed the rape of children. That aside, it is my sincere hope that you get deeply and personally violated, followed by a thousand or so ignorant, uncaring, ultimately useless members of society making self-indulgent shows of support for the people who could have brought your tormenter to justice.
May each and every one of you have an interesting life.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
A conversation between myself and my buddy Storm:
Me - "Hey, want to go see Paranormal Activity 3?"
Storm - "Well, that depends. Are you going to scream uncontrollably and throw punches everytime something even remotely scary happens, like when I took you to see Paranormal Activity 2?"
Me - "Um... probably."
Storm - "Because remember how you almost kicked that one lady in the head? Honestly, dude, everyone sitting in front of us was more afraid of you than they were of the film."
Me - "I can pretty much guarantee more screaming and kicking."
Storm - "I mean, hey, no offense, but you're an absolute shitshow during horror movies."
Me - "I agree. And I completely understand if you don't want to go with me."
Storm - "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world."
If anything, I'm glad to know I keep my friends entertained.
ETA: Storm shrieked like a little girl the entire time, while I only had to hide behind him twice. Who's more butch? Yeah, that's right, I'm more butch. Testify. (snap snap)
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Today is Houston's official Pagan Pride Day, involving various events and celebrations at a funky downtown venue. Although receiving several sincere and much-appreciated invites, I chose not to attend, mainly because I knew who else would be showing up:
1 - This guy I briefly dated. Let's call him GPA.
2 - This other guy (GPB) who I've never actually dated, but whom I've slept with a few times. No big thing at face value, except GPB was in a relationship with GPA for several months, and he's not aware that GPA and I even know each other, much less that we've held hands and had some... shall we say, enlightening discussions about him. Also, while GPA understands that GPB and I are technically friends, he doesn't know that GPB and I have thrown down, nor does he know that back when they were together, GPB made a couple of... unfortunate comments about him.
3 - Two hundred innocent Pagans who would accidentally get mown down in the ensuing crossfire.
After reviewing the overall equation, I decided my interests were best met by staying home and watching horror movies on cable. Because, y'know, less bloodshed that way.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
A telephone conversation between myself and the sales clerk at a local occult shop:
Him - "Hello! thanks for calling [redacted]!"
Me - "Hi, I just have a quick question: Do you carry an herb called calendula?"
Him - "We sure do!
Me - "Great, I'll be right..."
Him - "Do you know the other name for calendula?"
Me - "Actually, I don't. But I just wanted to see if..."
Him - "Marigold! So if you're ever looking for calendula and can't find it, you can also ask for marigold."
Me - "Good to know."
Him - "Because you see..."
[Insert 10-minute lecture on the mystical properties and various ritual uses of calendula/marigold.]
Him - "... so after you've asked the Goddess for Her permission, leave the polished stones in a bowl of blessed water under the Full Moon. And that's how you use calendula correctly."
Me - "Well, wow, very interesting, thank you for the information. So I guess I'll drop by in a bit to pick up some calendula."
Him - "Oooh, sorry. We're sold out."
Had this exchange gone down face-to-face, I'm confident no jury in the world would convict me.