Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.

Friday, July 04, 2003

Man, I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored.

Yay for cryptic German phrases: "Gestorben ist nicht, was fur ewig ruht, und mit unbekannten Aonen mag sogar der Tod noch sterben." Which translates to that infamous phrase from the Necronomicon, translated into English by H.P. Lovecraft as "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."

Yay for Robert Anton Wilson, one of the greatest writers ever, as shown by this passage from "The Trick Top Hat," part of the "Schrodinger's Cat Trilogy.": In fact, Hugh Crane -- who was only ten years old in 1934 and would reach twelve before he discovered that the actual pronounciation of the president's name was Roosevelt -- was only partially listening to his father's rambling diatribe. He had heard it all before, many times, and besides, the Mysterious Tramp was much more interesting.

The Mysterious Tramp, perhaps a visitor from fairy land, was stopping each person who passed and asking them something. They all shook their heads and walked by rapidly. This was puzzling to little Hugh: If the answer was negative, why did the Tramp keep asking the question? Didn't he believe the people who had already answered? Was he offering a chance to cross the boundary into magic space and were they all too timid to try?

"You see, son, Rosenfelt and the Rhodes Scholars have it all sliced up and they have to get rid of people like me...." Tom Crane was still rambling along his own paranoid yellow-brick road when they finally came abreast of the Tramp. Hugh listened eagerly to catch the Mystery Question.

"Hey mister could you spare a dime I haven't eaten in three days mister hey listen mister..."

"Get a job," said old Crane, walking faster. "You see, son, that's the kind of good-for-nothing loafer who's destroying this country."

But the boy who was to become Cagliostro the Escape Artist looked back and saw the Mysterious Tramp falling to the ground very slowly like a tree he had seen fall slowly after being chopped by the caretaker at the Crane country home out on Long Island, and just like the tree, when he finally reached the sidewalk, the Tramp didn't move at all, not one bit, and even seemed to get stiff like the tree did, only faster.