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well, Time Travel Jesus: The Tale of Coffee in all its mismatched, pointless glory has been finished. i have no idea if people were reading it, but i (and i must assume the lovely miss ness was with me in this) was getting a small amount of amusement out of it. i especially enjoyed writing god, but that might be because i always wanted to play god in the little plays we did in primary school. sadly, i was always the centurion or leper (and i think at one time both) and my friend got to play bigger roles.

of course, i'm still a bit confused on what either of us were doing in the christian play group, but we were nine at the time, and they did have arts and craft things. (and a spectacular lack of religion, to my memory, except when they put on plays where jesus was often killed.)

but back to Time Travel Jesus: The Tale of Coffee. what can be said about it? well: it may be pointless, spelling may vary, the first person narration might drop off completely, the time travelers (or travellers, (it's how you tell who wrote what)) may be five or sixty three, but it is a string of bad coffee jokes and writing that is devoid of everything that makes writing.

you gotta be proud, as the devil said.


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Mar. 4th, 2003 03:31 pm (UTC)
I have never been accused of having the ability to count. Or spell, for that matter :)

Mar. 5th, 2003 01:34 am (UTC)
Re: Well...
no. i've never been accused of it either. good thing, too.
Mar. 4th, 2003 09:38 pm (UTC)
It had a rather authoritarian end. You just sweeping in there and declaring it all over. Shame really, given that Lucifer had only just appeared. I think Lucifer is much more literary fun than God. God's omnipotence, aloofness and idealism just hides a complete ignorance regarding the true nature of reality. All aspiration and no appreciation. Given that creation is really just an expression of God, you could say God lacked a certain self awareness. Inspiring but difficult to relate to.
Now Lucifer, he's the epitomy of worldly, hard won wisdom. That one's got the low down on what's really happening in the hearts and minds of us all. That's why Lucifer is so convincing. Lucifer's the priest that's lived in sin, the AOD counsellor that's injected it all, the Grandmother whose had lesbian flings, the black sheep uncle in the family whose poverty and rejection has made him all the more accepting of everyone else.
Whilst God accepts us on the basis of our strengths, the Devil accepts us on the basis of our weaknesses.

Ok that went on a bit deeper than I expected. New Comment...
Mar. 5th, 2003 01:35 am (UTC)
you forgot to mention the importance of coffee...
Mar. 5th, 2003 05:10 am (UTC)
And coffee accepts you based on both your strengths and your weaknesses.

Mar. 4th, 2003 09:58 pm (UTC)
As for our attendance in Mrs Wood's christian group - the RSPCA or whatever it was called, my reasons were twofold.

1) Getting on a stage in front of huge crowds (a different experience when you are cast as a tree I suppose *ROTFLOL*)

2) I distinctly recall only 1 such lunch time in Mrs Wood's craft room. We were discussing the nature of language, particularly in regard to swearing and why it held such a horrible fascination for adults. Why was a dog called a dog and not a tree? Would it be less of a dog if it were? and what would the tree be in that case? Why get so uptight about a grouping of letters just because it spelt FUCK? What intrinsic value does language have?

I can clearly remember this conversation and, although I wouldn't have been able to articulate it at age 9, I can imagine that the atmosphere created by Mrs Wood must have been conducive to such a free thinking and philosophical topic of conversation. I can't imagine Mr Smee tolerating the word "Fuck" in his classroom. I think it was that atmosphere that kept me there. Ridiculous christian claptrap not withstanding.

Besides getting all done up in bed sheets and loin cloths and wearing wreathes and things was a better way to take the compulsory GOD pill than sitting in on yet another poorly communicated repetition of the easter story. And you'll note that I still haven't given up my penchant for the bed sheets and loin cloths variety of performance:
See the "Preparade(trevor)" link and images 4001-62 4001-63
Mar. 5th, 2003 01:47 am (UTC)
yes, well, you would remember a lunch time christian group as a free thinking enviroment, because mrs wood loved your ass. they all loved you in that primary school. you were above suspicion, even though you were dishonest. (and i know this because who was part of the great jelly bean caper? gotta love a caper.) i mean, they made you vice captain! you were only beaten out by the minister's son, for christsakes.

(it sounds like we came from a small town when i say that, doesn't it?)

anyhow, the teachers there probably sat around and discussed what a bad influence i was on you.

well, i like to think that. i was never a bad influence on anyone, much less the Boy Who Played Jesus.

Mar. 6th, 2003 05:06 pm (UTC)
Interesting pictures. I assume, given the website they are one, that there is a certain lack of heterosexuality in this recipe. I always find it makes the souffle' fall, anyway.

(I should explain that neither benpeek or the anonymous poster know who I am. They have probably seen my name elsewhere, however. The marines would explain... or is that mariness?)
Mar. 6th, 2003 10:51 pm (UTC)
the pictures are from the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras which ran in sydney last weekend, which i guess answers your hetro question. if you've got your prejudices, leave 'em away from here, as i welcome all, and for all to bring pictures of the parades they have been in.

(which, if you've have or not, i don't know, but just so you know up front.)

anyhow, hi. i haven't seen you around before, except for a couple of posts at mari's journal.
Mar. 8th, 2003 11:06 am (UTC)
I know what the nature of the website was... which is sorta why I said what I did. I seem to have lost my prejudices about 21 years ago, and I will admit that my posted reward offering was very miniscule, indeed. It did not inspire any great searches to find them again. They were very small ones, and would've been a bitch to find at any rate! And my reference to "marines" was merely a play on words that Mari might've appreciated.
Okay, perhaps my obscure attempts at being clever have failed. I said that Heterosexuality in the recipe has a tendency to make the souffle fall.
Yeah, I see where that's not entirely clear. I was trying to wink through the words, I guess.
Perhaps if I had just come out and said that I wasn't entirely straight either, it would've made more sense.

Even that isn't exactly direct, now is it?

Alright. I am a homosexual male of 33 years of age, living in the United States, and more specifically South Florida. I am often considered to be rather peculiar, and for some reason the bulk of the gay community of south florida has this opinion in a negative way. I am not your average, run of the mill gay person. Perhaps "peculiar" is too vague a word. Some say I am insane, others just eccentric (though I don't have nearly enough money and prestige to pull that off). Then there are the kinder gentles who say I am merely creative. I haven't been in any parades lately, so I don't have many pictures of such things to share. I am into science fiction, fantasy, horror, and all the permutations thereof. I am a writer, as well, I suppose. Though perhaps my body of work wouldn't declare me so. I most often write poetry and snippets of insanity.

I'm also a friend of Mari Ness. It was in reading her LiveJournal (and commenting on it), that I blustered my way into yours. I hope my arrival hasn't been TOO distasteful.

...Cold Echo

PS - I started entirely too many sentences with the word "I," didn't I? There's another one! The Gods of Grammar are readying their thunderbolts again... Yea, verily.

PPS - Somehow, I found the following excerpt demonstrative. In a conversation with Mari as I was writing this very reply/post, we typed the following conversation:

Mari Ness: "Oh, so sorry to interrupt directness :) I personally am well aware that I am supposed to be writing a nice article about the placement of poetry in the American canon, and I am indirectly not writing about that by pinging you."

Coldecho: "Well, if you place poetry in the American canon, who is America going to be shooting it at? Or is this more of a circus display, with nets, clowns, elephants, and lots of feathery headdresses?"

Mari Ness: "College students, mostly. The article, written mostly because I can't come up with another academic topic at the moment (although my next topic may very well be the difficulties of using Habermas' paradigm of separate spheres in 18th century political dialogue before Pitt's death), is mostly about what Norton chooses to call canon, which usually does not include puns."

Mar. 8th, 2003 12:46 pm (UTC)
now you see, that got you outta your shell and all introductionary. welcome.

to be honest, i didn't think you were prejudiced (being a friend of mari's and all) but it pays to be upfront if you can't cook, which i can't.
Mar. 10th, 2003 05:22 pm (UTC)
Now Serving Comment 12..
All of my shells are paper thin and easy to break out of!
I can't just end it with that comment, though... I realize this is the 12th comment on this "thread" (for the time being), which is more than plenty. But I also refuse to be the type of commentor that writes tiny little responses like "Yeah, I agree" or "wow, that's great" without any sort of ballast to fill in the blank spaces.

(commenter? commentator? common tater? chips and mash? ..and are these the big baking potatoes, or the baby red ones?)

Errr... I'm back on cooking again. Sorry...

(coldecho dodges behind the nearest non-participant)
Mar. 11th, 2003 02:21 am (UTC)
Re: Now Serving Comment 12..
i like comments. well, unless they're silly spam things, but not enough people come around here for that to be the case.
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