"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.

Non Sic Iste Non Cessat Loqui

Well, I finally got around to watching this marvelous documentary. Y'know, I'm going through a bit of a Cinéma vérité phase, as it were. I wanted to post on it today but time constraints forbid. If you haven't seen it yet, please do. Maybe we can have a roundtable on it.

So yeah, I'm super, super pressed for time so let me just drop some fresh apocalypse on your heads and allow you good and eminently-qualified people to sort it all out.

Apocalypse Tonight: Compute-Compute-Computer Games

OK, you've probably seen this video by now. I'm going to go out on a limb and say this looks fake as f**k to me. It just looks like mediocre CGI. I'm not seeing any compelling evidence that this thing exists as a complex machine in three-dimensional space with this alleged robot, and certainly not as it comes onscreen.

It's not even that it looks like someone in a suit, it just looks like the most talented kid in your local high school computer animation lab showing off to that girl he's sweet on.

Sync or Swim: Taste the Sound of Purple

OK, we have a lot of syncs to sort through and I am very much pressed for time, so let's try to go over this quickly now and get more in-depth on it all later. In fact, I think a kind of brief objective review is a good idea because my head is spinning so fast I'm afraid it might actually time-travel.

All I can say is that remember all that stuff you were rolling your eyes at yesterday? Well, maybe a weekend rethink is in order.

Sync or Swim: You Know This Much is True

OK, I'm just going to present all of this to you as is. Regular readers, you know the score. Casual readers, all I can say is you might want to do some reading over the weekend. For everyone else, I'm sorry, I haven't a clue what to tell you at the moment. It's too huge.

If you feel totally lost and think this is all utter insanity, don't worry. That's a very good sign. Because all of it absolutely is utter insanity. 

We Can't Say We Weren't Warned

I've been going on and on about X-Files Reality (XFR) since I started this blog, but lately? Well, lately it's gotten so egregious that pointing out how X-Files our so-called reality is becoming almost seems beside the point. Plus, kind of unsettling.

I mean, we just took a deep dive into X-Files Reality just a few weeks ago and already there's a whole new batch of XFR to sort through.

But I do have to admit it was a lot more fun when we all thought The X-Files was science fiction. Especially all that stuff about weaponized bees being engineered to spread gene-edited viruses, like smallpox. 

The Never-Ending Ritual: Let's Play Ba'al!

Well, there it is. Kind of says it all, don't you think? 

You just gotta laugh. Because if you don't, you could well go mad.

Revolution Sold Separately

Sometimes the Gods of Sync arrange things so deeper, more subtle truths can make themselves known. It takes time and patience to sort through what these truths may be. Maybe we aren't meant to know these truths on a literal level, but then again the Gods of Sync never seem to lose any sleep worrying about trifles like literalism.