The Never-Ending Ritual: "Adorned with Garlands"

As per usual there's more to cover than there's time to cover it, so forgive me if I just drop some rapid-fire syncs and factoids on you and open up the floor.

Today, of course, is Garlands Day, the traditional day of sacrifices to the gods of the waters, and there is so much going on out there my head is stuck on spin-cycle. 

Sixty-Seconds of Sync (Give or Take): Fall Like Lightning

Oh, that doesn't seem even vaguely apocalyptic to me. 

Why do you ask?

The Gaslighting Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Was this a wedding or a gaslighting on a scale heretofore unseen? Yeah, I realize these events are usually ubiquitous and tinfoil-chewingly irritating, but I don't know. There's something off about this one.

The Royal Scam: Fire on Babylon

OK, this is going to be some hit and run Synchromysticism. There's a lot to sort through and I don't have a lot of time so let's do this. Feel free to expand and expound in the comments section. I'll try to revisit this story if I can spare a few.

But yeah, this thing just keeps on shootin' out the synchery, so much so that I wonder what we're really seeing here. I get the feeling it's going somewhere weird and dark.

The Royal Scam: Are You Not Entrained?

Just a few items to review. I'm sure you're all tired of this story already but there was a very interesting peek behind the curtain amongst the festivities that we need to look more seriously at. More on that soon.

But in the meantime, you got your prerequisite Mermaids and your de rigeur Masonry. Seriously, start getting used to this stuff.

Born to Kill

All right, this bullshit again. 

I was planning to do a post about the anniversary of Chris Cornell's death but here we are. I don't have a lot to say about this that isn't being said already, mind you.

Blowing Up the Outside World

Consider this.

Sheesh,  so much is going on I'm really falling behind. And tomorrow is the anniversary of Chris Cornell's death. 

So I think I'm going have to pick up the pace a bit for the next couple of weeks just because there's so much information we need to wrap our heads around, so as to get a handle on exactly what's going on all around us in these very, very strange times.

Apocalypse 2Night: Third Temple Pilots

Is that supposed to look like an apron?

I don't know, do we owe folks like Hal Lindsey and Harold Camping an apology?

The Siren is Still Taking Trophies

Terribly sad news: Scott Hutchison, 36, lead singer and songwriter for the Scottish rock band Frightened Rabbit fulfilled a longstanding promise and swam to the Siren in the waters of the Firth of Forth. His body was found at Port Edgar.

Met Gala 2018: Wonder with Great Admiration!

OK, so Riri "wins" the Super Bowl of Fashion with her pearl-encrusted Anti-Pope LARP? OK, it's...I mean...

Wait. 

I was going to say that... 

OK, they've finally stumped me.

Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell

I never got Johnny Depp. 

I mean I get it; he was girl-pretty and he's quirky and artsy-fartsy and kind of rock 'n' roll. I got that he liked to bury that pretty Face of his in whatever contrivance Tim Burton sketched up for him during yet-another all-night Cure/Siouxsie/Bauhaus video binge. But I think the razzle-dazzle of his youthful looks tend to overshadow the fact that he's a mediocre actor on his best day. In my opinion,  of course.

Apocalypse News Tonight: Lusting After Strange Gods

Here's the real truth about "Robot Sex Culture," Mildred: THE HUMAN EXPERIMENT HAS FAILED.

Don't believe me?

Swamp Things and Strange Angels

Marvel John Whiteside Parsons, who no one outside of a small handful of weirdos had ever even heard of until very recently, is the subject of a new prestige series based on the biography written by George Pendle. 

The series, airing on CBS All-Access this summer, is produced by the living legend, Sir Ridley Scott. 

Meet Your New Gods, part 2: Alien Sex Fiends

"Well,  I won't say another word. You can just see for yourself."