Ladies and Gentlemen, Vinz Clortho

Vinz here is the faithful servant of Gozer, a moldy Sumerian god whose destructive will on Earth is carried out by a victim-chosen incarnation called the Traveller. Vinz, who was present during the previous two times the traveler visited, loves to tell you about them at any given chance. The first, of course, was during the rectification of the Vuldronaii. That time he came as a very large and moving torb. I bet you the Vuldronaii picked a torb because it was probably something small, harmless and immobile, like a root vegetable. Not that day! Then the second time was during the third and what would be the final reconciliation of the Meketrex supplicants. He turned up as a giant sloar!!! Gozer obviously had some sort of beef with Meketrex and, having given his own wayward worshippers two previous chances to reconcile, vengefully roasted all the Meketrex-loving Shubs and Zuuls in the pit of the Sloar.

I don’t think Gozer was a very merciful god. Every time he slipped in the polls a little it was crush this and slaughter that. Then he seemingly disappeared from history. He might even have happily spent the rest of eternity in the nearest parallel dimension if it weren’t for that one nutcase that played to his vanity and reminded him what it was like to be worshipped again 8000 years later. Of course I’m talking about the influential and certifiable Ivo Shandor. Here’s a guy who, after seeing the bloodshed of WWI, figured society was too sick and no one deserved to live. I guess if you’re going to pick a figurehead for your new society that’s based on death and descturction, what better choice than Gozer? So Shandor built what can be described as a lightning rod (in the form of 55 Central Park West, whose ironwork extends through 50 feet of bedrock and touches the water table) for the purpose of drawing in cross-dimensional paranormal turbulence in hopes of attracting Gozer. Then he litters the spiritual landscape with the malignant spirits of those he sacrificed through bizarre yet purposeful rituals on its rooftop. Shandor, as it turns out, was quite the visionary, his legacy nearly came to fruition some 60 years after his death with the third coming of the Traveller. That’s when we met...

This dude!

Works Every Time

When I was in grade 1 we were lined up at the door to come back into school after recess in our little grade 1 line, as we were told. While waiting in line, the back of the line would always push the line forward into the door and then spring back so the grade 1 line would look like an accordion before they let us inside. Well this one time the teachers popped the doors open just as we were springing back and reloading the next compression, when, the front person tripped over the metal door frame and the second person didn’t have time to think and tripped over the first person and the third person didn’t have time to think and so on. After a few seconds there was a pile up of about 20 kids that had ALL tripped over the person in front of them. I don't know how it happened so perfectly but there was a heap of squirming and groaning kids and me pissing myself laughing with the teacher standing over us yelling at us and giving us shit. It may have been the funniest clumsy gong show I've ever been a part of and thinking about it still makes me laugh till this day.

When I was in College I was rocking back in my chair at the back of my computer class until finally I did it. I got too cocky and rocked back just beyond the tilt apex of the back legs and, with silent flailing arms, went ass-over-teakettle and smashed the back of the chair into the hard tile floor. Pieces of the plastic chair went flying and every one of my classmates turned around to see the source of the noise just in time to see my legs flying up in the air. I couldn’t keep from laughing as I righted the chair and sat back down in it. I leaned forward and buried my face in my arms on the table while my shoulders quietly bounced up and down in a breathless church giggle. I guess I was laughing at the fact that no one saw me doing the backstroke of terror while on my way to horizontalhood. When I had finally regained my composure I sat up and leaned against the chair back which, weakened from the previous impact, promptly snapped off dumping me on my ass again.

Watch The Skies!

Helmet Sales Have Risen In St. Walburg...

Last night I witnessed the most amazing clash between Earth and a menacing celestial wonderchunk. Linz and I were driving around the north end of Saskatoon at 6:26 when the pitch black sky suddenly grew white, lighting up the landscape and the interior of the car. It was as if God himself bent down to take a flash photo of the entire city. I turned my head in the lucky direction to witness, in the distance, a huge red fireball descend from the sky. It was so large and close that individual flames could be seen thrashing from the falling mass. Fiery fragments were breaking off and burning up. The sight was purely apocalyptic. Now, I’ve seen Armageddon and Deep Impact and admittedly I thought “Oh shit” as it rocketed towards the ground at a ridiculous speed. But then all of a sudden the fireball disappeared seemingly a few hundred feet above the ground.

On the radio this morning reports were coming in from eye witness accounts as far as Manitoba and Alberta. A lot of them were sure it hit the ground since, from that distance, it dropped below the horizon. A rumbling could be heard all over an area near the AB-SK border and it rattled windows of homes in Lloydminster.

Despite that the fireball stopped above the ground it is likely that fragments did hit the ground. Once the mass slows down enough due to the friction of the atmosphere and the gas surrounding the object is no longer ionized the object stops burning and dark pieces of rock continue to fall the rest of the way to Earth.

This. Is. Simply. Amazing.





I thought of the “Uhh, Houston… Whoopsie!” incident that occurred a few days ago when astronaut Piper lost her shit while spacewalking outside the Endeavor. A wily grease gun escaped her clutches while working on the International Space Station. But apparently NORAD has confirmed the falling debris to be natural and not man-made.

Tangent:

That was a close one. Is it just a matter of time?

The Mayan Calendar hints toward an event on December 21, 2012. Some blindly say doomsday. Some say that's just when the Mayan odometer rolls all its 9's over to 0's. That is, however, the next time the sun will pass back through the spiral plane of the Milky Way at its densest, an event which some argue coincides with mass extinctions on Earth, perhaps due to increased impact events.

Trying to blog on Monday is like trying to mow the lawn in the snow.