Saturday, September 13, 2008


In which a heavily cloaked undercover assassin attempts to clip Marilyn with extreme prejudice in the orbiting cafeteria. But Marilyn recognizes him as a killer trained in the disciplines of the Magnum Innominandum of the Yellow Sign, most likely detached from the inner cadres of the Amorphous Blight by Order of Nyarlathotep, on a contract kill for the Daemon-Sultan Azathoth 3. Normally such faux-ninja were pinkish things, about five feet tall, with crustaceous bodies, membrane wings, and ellipsoid heads covered with multitudes of short antennae, but this one had been rendered wholly human and, in fact, at first glance, looked a lot like the young Richard Widmark playing Tommy Udo in the 1947 movie Kiss Of Death. (Directed by Henry Hathaway.) Marilyn would have probably made the assassin for what he was when he attempted the first implausible lisp. “You know what I do to squealers? I let 'em have it in the belly, so they can roll around for a long time thinkin' it over.” But Marilyn had the Lovecraft Un-Mask IV, disguised as a Heinz Ketchup bottle, that gave her such early warning of the threat that she was ready for the killer, and even could smile knowingly as she extended her fingers in the Configuration of Yian to create the thwarting and very fatal Tesla/ Yuggoth De Luxe Particle Beam, that would totally dispatch the evil assailant.


Today is Boss Goodman’s birthday. He has always been the pillar of the old guard. The man who roadied The Deviants, tour managed the Pink Fairies, was the host of Dingwall’s and the Town & Country club, a gourmet chef, and Master of Everything at Phun City – and who ordered hippies to walk like Egyptians as they lifted and moved an entire festival stage ten yards to avoid the overhead power lines – is sixty today. His health hasn’t been too great lately so everyone wish him extra well.

The secret words are Miss You

Friday, September 12, 2008


Our well-read pal Valerie sent the following story from New Scientist. Something more to worry about while the Large Hadron Collider does its thing.

“Astronomers think they know what caused the brightest ever gamma-ray burst, which was observed in March: a tightly beamed jet of matter that happened to be aimed almost directly at Earth. Gamma-rays bursts are thought to be caused when massive, spinning stars collapse to form black holes and spew out jets of gas at nearly the speed of light. These send gamma rays our way, along with visible light produced where the jet heats up surrounding gas.”(Click for full story)
This is probably a natural phenomena but the phrase “aimed almost directly at Earth” does conjure images of elite Hegemony Attack Ships from the Black Galaxy. (And the EMP negation of all cellphones.)

The secret command is Open Fire!
CRYPTIQUEAccelerating expansion of space causes time to dilate.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


The following note comes from our pal HCB…

“Here's the thing--I see the tide slowly turning towards Obama, poll-wise,
until the Rovians play their grand trump card, sometime in October, and
sacrifice Palin's kid to some Iraqi (Blackwater hit man) suicide bomber.
It's a guaranteed vote getter.
Of course doesn't hurt that the kid is being deployed today, on 9/11.
By the way, I hear that some in Alaska refer to her as Mooseolini.”

And this provides the prefect lead-in for my cover story in LA CityBeat that discusses a prevalent paranoia that Bush/Cheney/McCain/Palin will pull something truly unholy before November and cancel democracy. (And FEMA and those coffins in Atlanta might have something to do with it.) Click here to read.

The secret word is Tyranny

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


World's largest particle collider fires protons across 17-mile tunnel in Europe. And we're still here. (I think I have mixed feelings.)


Munz directed my attention to the revelation in HuffPo that Sarah Palin hates cats. I am now so goddamned sick of Perky Palin I might have stopped there, except the same story also introduced me to Mayor Stubbs of Talkeetna, Alaska, who happens to be a cat. (Above is a genuine picture of Stubbs on an antique Talkeetna snowmobile. )

“Palin may have a political reason for opposing cats. According to a letter sent to the Palm Beach Post, it seems that the residents of Talkeetna, Alaska - who the Wikipedia tells me is the inspiration for the fictional burg of Cicely, as depicted in the teevee show Northern Exposure - chose a cat named Stubbs as their official mayor. Stubbs has executive experience, hunts prey with his bare paws, and does not bilk the taxpayers of Alaska out of money for fake per diem expenses, like Palin does. Stubbs the cat hangs out at Nagley's General Store in Talkeetna, with a bunch of other cats, all of whom have been thoroughly vetted, by actual veterinarians.”

Stubbs for President?

The secret word is Purr


Oh no, not The Gaucho. Beam me up. Now!

Tuesday, September 09, 2008


Tomorrow the Large Hadron Collider on the Swiss/French border goes full beam. The collider is a giant particle accelerator which, by smashing one nano-particle into another, will supposedly tell us cool stuff about the birth of the universe and similar events. A small but significant group, however, worries the LHC might produce micro black holes and a whole range of dangerous "strangelets", capable of blowing us and everything else clear into the negative zone. (We already talked about this back in July. Click to remember.)


The McCain/Palin campaign has a new slogan – “The Original Mavericks.” But Ancient John and Perky Palin are bullshitting us yet again. Bret, Bart, and Beau were the original Mavericks. Not this pair of fools. Now ask the dubious duo of White House contenders about health care, or education, or Afghanistan. Or even drawing to an inside straight.

The secret word is Liars

And while we're on the subject of Palin…


A disturbing, going-on-horrific, round up of the Palin attitude to wild life. (And how she likes to slaughter it from a helicopter.) Read it and weep.

Monday, September 08, 2008


In a much needed break from electoral politics, our pal aeswiren sends this story by Henry Fountain from The New York Times

"Researchers in Italy and Britain have found that the main active ingredient in marijuana — tetrahydrocannabinol, or THC — and related compounds show promise as antibacterial agents, particularly against microbial strains that are already resistant to several classes of drugs.
It has been known for decades that Cannabis sativa has antibacterial properties. Experiments in the 1950s tested various marijuana preparations against skin and other infections, but researchers at the time had little understanding of marijuana’s chemical makeup. The current research, by Giovanni Appendino of the University of the Eastern Piedmont and colleagues and published in The Journal of Natural Products, looked at the antibacterial activity of the five most common cannabinoids. All were found effective against several common multi-resistant bacterial strains, although, perhaps understandably, the researchers suggested that the nonpsychotropic cannabinoids might prove more promising for eventual use.
The researchers say they don’t know how the cannabinoids work, and whether they would be effective as systemic antibiotics would require much more research and trials. But the compounds may prove useful sooner as a topical agent against methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus, or MRSA, to prevent the microbes from colonizing on the skin."

Web Link (check them facts) – Antibacterial Cannabinoids from Cannabis sativa: A Structure−Activity Study (Journal of Natural Products) RSS Feed

The secret initials are THC


"Volunteers of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade arrive in Barcelona 17th January 1937." I guess that was when a revolution looked like a revolution, socialism was a virtue, sacrifice was willingly made, and no one was in love with their cell phone. (Pic from Valerie.)

CRYPTIQUEHow does one explain to a white or latino, working-class, middle-American racist that the sharp black dude might just be smart enough to save the country, but the doddering old white fool is a bought-and-paid-for hack, and the implausible broad with him is such a nightmare that, if locked up in room with her for an hour, our boy would be begging to be let out in just 17 minutes?


Click here for the trailer
(transmitted by Doctor Adder)

Sunday, September 07, 2008


In which Marilyn, finds herself without air cover or infantry support, and cut off from the People’s Army of the Fourteenth International. She moves swiftly back up the timestream to Episode Nine. Using the disguised Blasco Ladder, and simultaneously employing the hidden power of the Calendar of Xvexulacapa the Sun Hammer, she calculates that the secret of life, the universe, and everything is not 42 after all but in fact 30! (But she keeps smiling, and wears her gloves. The Fat Men in Hats are closing in on critical vectors.)



“You must think on a different level, like the CIA does. We're through the looking glass here, people. White is black. And black is white.”
Hardly cryptique -- They shall not pass!