We'll Leave the Lights On For You

Well, there you have it. I'm not sure exactly what to think about this here: is this just more clickbait from the pop-science-site crowd, just one of an endless series of junk stories that come and go without ever amounting to anything? Is this laser omnidirectional or two-way, meaning can information (like, say, encoded genomes) be sent back and forth upon it?

Or is this some kind of signal to let the Vegas know that the groundwork's been laid and the Earth's now ready for invasion? Cast your vote in the comments.

A Demon-Haunted World After All

Do you come here OFTEN?

I don't exactly understand the mechanics of spellcraft and I'm not sure anyone else does either. Is it simply the power of suggestion? Is it a kind of mind control? Is it somehow based in non-supernatural but super-normal psychic powers?

I don't know and to be honest, I don't much care. I don't really worry too much the exact science of microprocessors when I use the Internet. I'm just interested in the results.

Knock, Knock. Who's There? It. It Who? It Never Ends.

Well, 'Oumuamua continues to vex star-watchers. The Vegas' mothership anomalous space-projectile seems to behave in very strange ways, leading scientists at Harvard University to conclude that it may in fact be a dislodged solar sail from an extraterrestrial galactic probe.

Ever get the feeling that sciences like astronomy were invented to keep really smart people too busy to cause trouble? Y'know, kinda like Synchromysticism?

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, It Never Ends.

Well, it's been nearly a year and a half since Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell died on the Detroit River and there's been a never-ending rollercoaster ride of highly nutritious synchery ever since. And since timing is everything, we keep getting hit over the head with what I like to call the "emerging archetypal dominants" on account of it being the Great Unveiling and all.

So it's only natural that the Apollo Chris Cornell statue was unveiled today, and the festivities were bathed in an eerie glow of Violaine.

"Repurposed as a Mechanism for Public Ritual."

Well, here we are yet again. Apparently the Siren Songs in Hobart and Perth were just warmups, because now the same folks behind those explicit and self-acknowledged public rituals have brought their act to England. Ipswich, Suffolk, England to be precise. And it's pretty much the same deal as before, only the ante has clearly been good and upped.

Believe or don't, my dear friends, but the clock is most definitely ticking.

Calling Up the Devil and Asking Him to Behave

Well, it's been quite a week. Seems like I've been saying that a lot lately. But despite the atrocity and upheaval, it's also been an elucidating week, in that some persistent delusions have been shattered.

One of those delusions is that you can summon demons and expect them to do your bidding.  

It's No Game

There's so much stupid out there that sometimes it gets pretty hard to figure out which particular flavor of stupid takes the cake. But my vote goes to all these idiots who dick around with black magic in hopes of scoring virtue points with Twitter bluechecks.

And by that I mean numbnuts who screw around with hexes and curses in hopes of making some kind of political statement, however garbled.

I mean, why not just try juggling chainsaws? It's probably a lot safer in the long run.