What Fresh Internet Hell

Everybody's humpin' Google's payoff from Verizon so I thought I'd give it a go.
Got this in email over the internet.
Go figure.

I Might start using http://www.bing.com/ more often.


Dear Friend,

Google's motto is "Don't be evil," but Google is about to cut a deal with Verizon that would end the Internet as we know it.

According to a front-page New York Times story, the deal would allow"Verizon to speed some online content to Internet users more quickly if the content's creators are willing to pay for the privilege."

It would create fast Internet lanes for the largest corporations and slowlanes for the rest of us.

I just signed a petition telling Google, "Don't be evil." I hope you will,too.

With massive amounts of public pressure, we can stop this deal. Have a look and take action at the link below.


http://act.credoaction.com/campaign/google_verizon/?r_by=10371-2455012-p6Tgcyx&rc=mailto2

What Fresh Hell: Last Supper 82010

I took an important painting that has been around for a while and reworked a postcard of it and sent it to a friend for his comments. This is what I got back. Please feel free to do the same as he, comment on what you see in the picture.

Please, freely, Please.

On Sat, Jul 31, 2010 at 8:42 PM, I wrote:

Like I mentioned

What do you think? Describe your thoughts upon seeing this.

He wrote:

Ok, you asked for my thoughts AS I VIEWED IT. I studied it from left to right (don't know why, except I was always taught to go from left to right...to have my light from left...write from the left, shit like that. This is of course bullshit to a left-handed person (My grandmother for example). Anyway, first thing I notice which is something I have never noticed before is Peter is about to pull down Mary's blouse. This clears up many things which occur over the next 2,000 plus years. Mary rejects him...she is the final straw, in a long line of straws...he turns to little boys, who don't know the damned difference...and Peter passes it on, down the damned line.

Next, I noticed that the wine jugs have been removed from the table...local ordnance, perhaps? We can't serve you more...you are too God damned drunk. They would have demanded their car keys, but.

Then I see that Mark is gesturing to someone stage right, to come on in. The little Rascals? The pole dancers? The centurions? Did we accuse the wrong person for treachery? Quite mysterious.

Moving on to the right...I noticed ANOTHER woman. Has to be a woman, because she/her/it has no beard! WTF? Another woman in the equation. Is this another virgin? Is this a paternity lawsuit in the making? After all, we only have Jesus’ word regards what actually happened out there in the desert. Know what I mean? I also noted that she/he/it seems to be reaching for her right teat, as if preparing to nurse...or, offer it to...Peter? We can only surmise...and accept the obvious by faith. Anyway, I'm of the opinion that the mystery woman is...Salome...which rhymes with Stallone, the Italian pony. It is also worthy of note that if you take out the "o" and "e" in Salome, and add "a" and "i"...you have salami...which is what she was probably ordering up.

Finally we have the fink of all finks...Judas Escargot (yes, yes, I know...he too has no beard...but he was confused as to his sexuality...and in those days, you didn't just go to Sweden and get it whacked off, or stuffed up your whatever that part is. I am of the opinion that this was the real issue between Judas and Jesus). Anyway, at first glance it appears that ol' JE is talking to...Death. But on closer examination, it can be seen that he is actually talking to the pizza guy in the wings, telling him to hurry the fuck up, as he is tired of the watered down wine of my body, and bread of my brains...and bring on the frucking anchovies.

One other note - have you ever noticed that the only empty plate is...the plate of...Jesus? What does this signify?

Lastly, I would definitely agree that your motto arch-flying above all these clowns is a truism...with an additional phrase...clears throat:

A WORK OF ART IS THE RESULT OF A UNIQUE TEMPERAMENT...AND A WINE SOGGED EVENING ENDING IN DEBAUCHERY...IDEALLY.

And in closing I would say, go with it...it is a damned sight better than some bullshit post about getting old and shit like that there.

Hope this doesn't piss you off to terribly much.

PS...I do like the graphic.

What Fresh Hell? Rope Dancing

On my last post a reader, Mona, offered a comment regarding Rope Dancing in India. I offered I would try to find an example. I was then corrected for my misspelling and had to make up for such an oversight.
Well I have found a video that has rope dancing in it, as a value added I believe I might have found a video that approaches the one Mr. Charleston has been whining about.

Mona, I'm not sure this is even close to the dancing, you mentioned in passing.
I would remind you that laughter is good for the soul. (again)

My readers are a tough bunch of creative critics.
Or is it a creative bunch of tough critics.
Maybe just a critical bunch of creative toughs.

What? Liza's Fresh Hula Hoopin', Hell, Yeah!

In a effort to be responsive to the needs and wants of the readers I have revisited the Hula Hoop edition. I am also very please say that the trembling dervishes have repaired to their lairs with their boots in hand , turbans pushed back in a jaunty air and robes flung open with a devil may care attitude.

Their choreographer reports that 120 hula hoops have been ordered, tattoo artists are being interviewed, and he is waiting on Lisa's people to return his phone call regarding hoop routines for the troupe.

Perhaps there is hope.

I'm not sure where Gurdjieff is on this.

But here is a quote from him:

'Laughter relieves us of superfluous energy, which, if it remained unused, might become negative, that is, poison. Laughter is the antidote.' George Gurdjieff

What Remarkably Fresh Hell

Perhaps an understand of the meaning of Is?