Archive for February, 2014

Generations (Baby)

After todays rather unfunny blurb, let me bring you a meeting of generations.

The one on the left is my son’s favorite cuddle toy, “Athene” (Athena in english) and the one on the right was my favorite back in the day, “Nagel Teddy”. (Named after the woman that gave it to me: Mrs. Nagel, a friend of my mom)



When I got him his brown fur was very dark, his belly was bright white, his nose was straight…and Athene has been through some changes too already.
The scars of love…

So they were doped.

I don’t get all the drama surrounding the olympics when they find out that a few athletes were on drugs.

So, what?

I figure that they are ALL doped, but only a few were caught. Keep their blood on file and test it again in ten years when we can find MORE of these substances than we can now.

Besides, look at the performance of the doped athletes. If we assume that the others aren’t on drugs, and the drugged athletes aren’t gold, silver, or bronze medalists – what’s the harm? How shitty must the drugged athletes be that they need drugs to perform “mediocre”? Without drugs they’d appear like regular people.

It doesn’t surprise me that anyone in the olympics was drugged. It didn’t shock me. And it will NEVER shock or surprise me. If you were truly shocked/surprised by any of it, then you are a fool who doesn’t see the world how it is


Praised be the lobbyists, GMO Corn 1507 is finally allowed in the EU!
I just hope our farmers won’t use it. Let them learn a lesson from Brazil and it’s farmers: 1507 is supposed to kill pests, that was going well for two seasons, but in the third one – holy crap, the critters have adapted (dare I say “evolved”?) to tolerate it.
Now the farmers are back to square one. They HAVE to buy the seeds, for a higher prize than regular seeds, and because the vermin has adapted – they HAVE to buy pesticides. (From the same company that sells 1507, mind you!)

Now, why am I not surprised? We’re tampering with things here that we can’t even begin to comprehend. (You know my stance on religion, so fear not that I’m going into a rant about “playing god”.) Nature, evolution in particular, is WAY beyond our understanding. For MILLIONS of years nature had evolved, and only for a few thousand have there been humans around. We began meddling with plants and their properties only a few thousand years ago.
Now we start tampering with genes and look what happens: CRAP!
We turn food into poison (farmers of GMO crops sometimes experience ill effects of it, as soon as they switch back to “normal” stuff, they’re back to normal) and the pests we sought to kill with it, adapt.
Just like with fission and fission bombs, we’re a toddler wielding a loaded gun here.
It’s only a question of WHEN, not IF, someone will get injured or killed in that scenario. Perhaps the toddler himself.

Let’s step back for a moment and think of what we could do instead of the things we do: Solar panels and wind turbines can give us pollution free electricity. No more fission.
Throw the leaders of warring tribes/nations/factions into a pit, hand them knives and the winner takes it all (unless he too dies of njuries, then we rinse and repeat with the seconds in command). No more nukes and warfare. No mines that kill children playing soccer in a field.
Hedges. Yes, hedges between and IN fields. Keeps the natural killers of our vermin around. You know what eats leaf-lice? Ladybugs. You know what pollinates your corn? BEES, they also like other blossoms. So, keep hedges around. Keeps the wind from picking up speed and eroding the soil away after harvest, and provides a home for usefull insects and birds. Build electric cars (you can charge them with your clean solar/wind energy). No more CO2 pollution, no more rising gas prizes, no more stinking cities. (IF you don’t believe in global warming you’re probably an idiot, but okay. Just look at the prize of gas, and now think what you can SAVE when you had a bigg-ass solar panel on your house and could charge your E-car for free!!!)

In conclusion: Wake up to reality! It’s not all what you think it is. It’s not as safe as you are made to think.

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 14)

Gentle winds blew over the tall grass on the plateau, the treetops around softly rocked with the gusts of wind. Three men in robes and a donkey laden with their luggage wandered through the vast field in the middle of the woods. A few oaks stood tall and strong in the middle of the grass. The destination of the three men was a small cabin at the other end of the clearing. A man was working in front of the cabin, some deerskin was mounted against the wall to dry in the sunlight, whilst a large pot was sitting on a fire. “That would be close enough.” Crys didn’t even turn his head to greet the strangers.

“We are emisaries, and” Crys turned to them, his face a display of disinterest. “What do you want gentlemen?” he did not want to be rude, but ever since the events prior to the fungal attack on the village he was not too fond of other people. “We travel the lands, spreading news and seeking it. We come from the clergy.” their obvious spokesman smiled friendly. “Did you hear the latest about the campain against the forbidden island?”

Crys put the meatcleaver aside he was holding in his hand, with a piece of cloth he cleaned his hands. With a wide gesture he showed the visitors a tall oak near the house. Only now did the three men see the young woman that stood there. She wore a light cloth, her long green hair was flowing with the wind, while she was enjoying every last sunray that she could get, with her arms stretched to the side.

After Crys and Gela had moved to their new house the two brooded over maps they had found in Joliens house.

Gelas homeland was the forbidden island.


Miscellaneous Childrenstories Whose World Rings of Fate Life ain’t that hard

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 13)

Slowly Crys realised why the fungal guards were hunting the florals. With his tongue he carefully tasted the honey like nectar in the corner of his mouth. Rumors had spread that the mages had lost their ability to use their powers, apparently the fungal conjurers had figured out what rejuvenated their powers.

As on their ride down the slope Crys brought the sled to grinding halt just before he would crash into the trees. In the pale moonlight he could clearly see Gelas tracks leading into the forest.

Hoping that the fungal guards had not found and caught her he got off the sled and hasted through the deep snow as fast as he could.

“Gela!” his voice still sounded a little numbed, his tongue felt less heavy but still affected. “Answer please!” he felt tears shooting into his eyes.

Crys had to cough. Yelling on the top of his lungs was not doping him any good. A few twigs cracked under the weight of a normal person, quickly he ducked away and rolled to the side. Instincitvely raising his hands to defend himself a shield of small ethereal spiked lit up in a green light infront of him, also defending himself instinctively the fungal guard threw a similar shield against Crys’. Puzzled at what had happened Crys stared into the darkness with a blank expression, while the fungal conjurer turned and fled. “He fears your magic.” behind a tree Crys saw the glowing turquoise eyes Gelas. “Human conjurers can summon fire, he probably can’t, or at least fears you could summon it.” wide eyed Crys just stared in her direction, she too seemed scared of him. “You didn’t tell me you were a conjurer.”

Clumsily he got up, as he took one step closer Gela shied away. “I wasn’t.” he whispered, well aware she could hear him. “Don’t be scared!” Gela couldn’t look away from his vaguely visible face. “Please, stay! The magistrate knows now that the fungals lied to him.” with each word his tongue got less heavy, his lips felt less numb.

Reluctantly Gela stepped away from behind the tree.

Crys slowly walked towards her, taking her into his arms as he reached her. Eagerly he breathed in her sweet, vanilla-esque smell. “Where ever you go, I shall be with you.” he whispered, looking into her turquoise glowing eyes. “Always.” he added. Gela closed her eyes, she pressed herself against Crys. “But what about the fungals? My people?” she didn’t let go of him despite her naging concerns. “What ever you will do, I will support you. Wherever you will go, I will accomapny you. If you want to stay in exile and settle down, we’ll do that. If you want to organize help, liberate your people, we’ll do that.” Grateful Gela looked into his eyes, since she was able to stand on the snow she was at eyelevel with him. Slowly di she near his lips, kissed him gently. “Let us go home.” she breathed. “Once we have made one for ourselves.”

nine out of ten!?!?

Alright, I may have some pretty whacko beliefs of my own, but at least my shit isn’t interfering with daily life, and REAL knowledge.

So according to a survey conducte by the Rice University of Houston Texas out of ten US citizens, nine doubt the theory of evolution!?

Only ONE of every ten believes that there was no god or higher power involved? Or rather an ass whooping 9.5%!


Look, you can believe in a jewish space zombie all you want, but doubting EVIDENCE BASED science is just flat out idiotic. Yet when some whackjob from the countryside says he was abducted by aliens, you say he’s crazy.
IT’S THE SAME BLOODY THING! Whether you were analprobed with a spiked club by little green men, or Jesus showed up in your wedding cake telling you that symbolic canibalism in church is fine, doesn’t matter. Both things are delusional crap!

As soon as this nonsense we all believe in, starts to be contradicted by EVIDENCE and SCIENCE, we need to step back and ditch the crap we blieve(d) in.
Just as the species, just as our societies, our religion (and spiritual beliefs) need to evolve.

But in case you nutjobs still doubt evolution just look at it from a social standpoint: WE had to evolve from slave holding, absolute monarchies to where we are now. Totalitarian Regimes in the middle east need(ed) to evolve to democratic (corrupt) societies.

Now, I know you cretins are still holding on to “nothing evolves!” idiocy, so let me be more bold: If you go and spray the vermin on your field, most of ’em die. Some don’t. Those survive and pass on the poison resistance to their offspring. We need better poison. Again a few survive. Again they pass the immunity on, or develop immunity if they didn’t get the full dosage. (Yes, you can become immune to poison! Read it up!)Rinse and repeat.
Pestizide resistant vermin.
Or antibiotics resistant bugs. Same process, other playingfield.

The same happened to us as a species. Our tree homes died off because of changes in the climate, we had to walk the steppes, high grasses, monkeys stood up to see any lions approaching. Those who didn’t got ate! Didn’t get to have kids of their own. Good.
In addition we now could hold on to shit. Some times literaly shit, you know, for flinging it (and if you ever visited a public restroom you SEE evidence that we are closer to our simian ancestors than we are admitting even in the “Theory of Evolution”).
Everyone who doubts that evolution is a real thing happening to us in the past is someone who should be smitten down by his/her god!

Here’s my proposal for you idiots: God made the particle that made the big bang happen. After that he didn’t do shit! There, fixed your creationism, and combined it with science.

Take care, people still fling feces.

PS: Other religous insanities:
If you people really need the ten commandments – whether you want them in schools, courthouses or else where – then you are in desperate need of psychiatric care. You really need space daddy to tellyou that it is wrong to kill? Wrong to steal?
Where do you live?
Stop behaving like the cavemen you don’t want to be, and start acting like the dignified beings you claim to be!

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 12)

omething he couldn’t make out, upon trying to answer he found himself incapacitated to do so.

Moments later he found himself staring down on himself and Gela. As before she was cuddled against him, softly playing with his chesthair. “Why won’t you answer?” Crys attempted to speak from his ghostly position but no tone would leave his lips. “Crys?” Gela got up, she looked at him with worry. Close to panic she held her fingers to his nose and slightly parted lips.

Relieved that he still breathed she looked around the room. Dusky twilight filled the window, fear for her life caused her to weep again but she took a few deep breaths. Hastily she gathered his clothes, dressed him as good as she could. “Forgive me, I didn’t know that the nectar would harm you!” from his spectator position Crys saw that there still were some drops of the clear ruby nectar on his lips. It glowed just like her eyes did. Crys opened his eyes to find the magistrate staring down at him. The man was covered in blood, the guard that had overseen Crys and Gela held a bleeding wound in his arm. “You and your plant gal were right.” the magistrate stated dryly, some other slimy substance was slowly running down the magistrates chest, Crys assumed it was the fungal equivalent to blood. “Speaking of which, where is she?” he looked around. It was only at that moment that Crys realised that it was in the dead of night. Getting up proved difficult as his head was spinning, and his limbs felt as heavy as rocks. Attempting to speak proved impossible, his tongue felt sore.

“He got a taste of her.” the fungal man Crys had seen in the magistrates house earlier was lying in a corner, his ashgrey skin had been toren open by several hits with a dagger. His yellow-milky blood was oozing out of the wounds. “The men are worthless, but the women, they hold forbidden fruit, one drop can rejuvenatee the strongest conjurer after he had exhausted himself.” the fungal man snickered, still disoriented Crys grabbed the guards sword and stumbled to the stranger. “Where?” he conjured up all his strength to speak. “She fled.” the fungal replied. “Fled me, my people, but also y,” Crys knew she fled him as well, but needed not to be reminded. He didn’t pick up the sword that stuck in the fungals head. Handling himself from wall to wall he made his way to the door, left the building. The sled that Galen had used to bring home the deer still was leaning against the wall. “Crys! It’s a battlefield out there!” the magistrate rushed after him, but seeing the determination in Crys eyes he stepped back. “At least get your clothes, you’ll freeze to death!” Crys stopped, someone had dressed him crudely. As he looked back inside his gaze was laden with confusion.

Crys had rolled to the side, again Gela had been on top, his senses were over stimulated.