Petulant Rumblings

A Camp is the solo project of Nina Persson of The Cardigans.

A Camp- Stronger than Jesus

Happy Epiphany!

I am having a vodka and cranberry.  Usually after about three drinks, I have some sort of Epiphany.  HA!  After that it is all downhill.  I might even do some morning readings.  MIGHT!  Since I finally have a working site after a month, I will invoke Jeebus on this special day.  JEEBUS!  I take it back.  Jeebus didn’t fix my website.  Glug Glug!

Ave Maria - Mylène Farmer

This will be the new Petulant Rumblings for now.   My other host was an antiquated, tech support nightmare so I said BEGONE.  I never liked the PetulantWeb domain name as it sounded so 90s, so I am now using the more proper Petulant Rumblings.  YAY!  I have no idea when I will resume regular posting.  It might happen now if I have another cocktail.  HA!  Hopefully I can channel my inner petulance and begin anew.

Solitary Experiments- Do You Feel?

I am still tweaking things, so the page may look funny at times.

I am moving slow today because workmen are here to replace the defrost sensor on the heat pump.  UGH!  They are singing workmen also.  I have no idea what they are singing but it sounds countrish.

The first day begins with a fitting tribute from the kitties.  I suspect Dashiell is the kitty who prefers his Santa Snowmen headless.  HA!

I will update this post when I start unpacking the endless containers. ENDLESS!

2:20 PM: UGH! I have too much Christmas Crap. I spent 2 hours on the phone with a friend babbling about how feet get bigger as we age and the best simmer time for marinara. I say no more than 2 hours. She opted for an hour. Anyhoo, while on the phone, I spent 30 minutes trying to find the Rubbermaid containers that store the various feathers, flowers, and anything glittery for wreaths, etc. I found one. I think the other is in the garage SOMEWHERE. Help me Jesus Tree Topper find all the madness.

OOOOOOOO… The mail arrived and I got special presents for myself: the new edition of Pasolini’s Salo released by Criterion and The Films of Alejandro Jodorowsky. (Amazon has it at a great price and includes the soundtracks for The Holy Mountain and El Topo.) Do I dare take a break and watch a movie or trudge along? I guess I will trudge.  I need to work on a mantel.  Mantels are always the trickiest.  Secure that garland or everything will come tumbling down!
(Cross-posted at Shakeville)

War in Defense of Christmas: Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day Six, Day Seven, Day Eight, Day Nine, Day Ten, Day Eleven, Day Twelve.

Continue reading War in Defense of Christmas: Day One

• 2010: Specter vs Matthews?

• Credit card industry may cut $2 trillion off lines of credit.

• Rice will head to India on Wednesday. (Guardian) “What we are emphasising to the Pakistani government is the need to follow the evidence wherever it leads.”

• Three fire engines called to remove Santa hat from Cambridge college roof.

• “Now is the time for a Green New Deal.” (Spiegel)

• Cleanliness can compromise moral judgment. (Eurekalert)

• People Wasting Billions Of Dollars On ‘Quack’ Health Food And Weight Loss Products.

• Five publishers of Victorian Holiday Cards.

• Who invented electric Christmas lights?

• Life magazine photo archive hosted by Google.

The morning readings will be light this week as I start my now annual War in Defense of Christmas.  (Titled by Liss.)  While I could care less about the religious ramifications of Christmas, I LOVE the lights! This year I am scaling back from the 11 trees I did last year.  There will always be a tree for the Jesus Tree Topper though.  HA! Cheers kittens.

(Cross-posted at Shakesville)

“Stargazer and Something”

“There Ain’t No Sanity Clause”

He was an irritable wreck most of the time. His stomach and bowels turned with a precision that would amaze any master clocksmith. At three in the morning the pains would begin- a cramping debilitation that would leave him doubled over in torture. Fruitless attempts at laxatives and muscle relaxers did little to remedy the pain. A barrage of cocktails heightened the frequency. He was not happy nor was he in despair; some polite balance of neither that left blankness. Yet, each day, this agony penetrated his body with all the rancor of the dogs of war. He wasn’t a soul searcher; that wasn’t the dilemma. He gave up on god ages ago. His friendships, while rather volatile at times, persisted or died with harsh words. Love affairs were never an issue; they came and left, but the heart healed. Something troubled this man-child, but the tarot deck was blank. And there is the crux: how can he be troubled when he felt nothing but some concentrated crippling pain? Doctors could find no physical cause and nothing would relieve.

“Sex with Strangers”

“Sister Morphine”

“Born Slippy”