Farewell, 2004

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Welcome to the different Christmas (and New Year) journal!

May the new year bring new strength and hope for everyone.
And have lots of fun on your parties ;)

Here be dragons

So, 2004 is almost over. Let's see...

World War III did not happen as predicted, but then again, neither did it in 1998, 1999, 2001, 2002 or 2003. Dear prophets: Please shut the fuck up in 2005.

In other news, homeopathy still doesn't work, but maybe the water will change in 2005. Dear homeopaths: Please shut the fuck up in 2005.

Sorry to break it to you, but astrology is a scam. However, the stars look good for 2005. Dear astrologers: Please shut the fuck up in 2005.

We've had our fair share of scandals and immoral behaviour, be it the War in Iraq, Food for Oil, Ukraine, Russia, or simply all the people still dying in Africa, be it from hunger, landmines, or AIDS. Dear World Leaders, dear Pope: Please help innocent people instead of killing them, for a change, in 2005.

People are still as careless as ever, and that's just because I don't want to call them all stupid. Oops. Dear general populace: Think, and check your conscience before you speak, drive, accept money, give money, shoot people, sue people, buy Snake Oil, promote scams, lie or betray. It's quite easy, you don't even need religion for that. Ethics not included.

Now that you're all feeling sufficiently bad and annoyed, for the brighter side of things :heart:

There's hope. There always is.

Everyone can be strong. Really.

Everyone please love each other. In which ways is up to your interpretation.

:heart: The world can be a better place, mmkay? :heart:

Now, to stay true to the Christmas spirit :holly:

Buy My Prints because they make great gifts for your loved ones, and give me money to buy gifts for my loved ones. Next year. Or maybe just booze and hookers, this year. You didn't hear that.

And now for something completely random (but everyone is doing it)

Thanks to my watchers and everyone who commented or faved. I haven't been very motivated to reply lately, but I can change, I can change!

Call to all deviants: Report miscategorized deviations and plain crap. Photojournalism will be grateful, and so will the devMeet, deviantID, and the rest of the smaller galleries. Give the gallery admins a hand.

dAmnhack has become quiet, but I have something up my sleeve. If I gave you details, I would have to kill you. However, danielzklein has something that might give you a clue.

Also, dAmnhack might bring some nifty dAmn integration to various IM clients in a while. However, we should give mccann some breathing room between fulfilling his CTO duties and jumping at him with new hacks. If you feel like being in the holiday spirit, you can send him a note to tell him he's doing a good job. Even if you don't know, just believe me, he does.

dA took away my Pornographic Connoisseur tag after they discovered the joys of sanitizing input. Everyone reading this could note an $admin of their choice and beg them to give me back my Pornographic Connoisseur tag, because I was so nice all year and didn't make myself an admin (not for more than a few seconds anyway). Luckily, I can still be a :star:, or feel :w00t:.

I will be splitting things up to different accounts. My photography will be moved to mattness, my writing (of which there isn't much yet) will be put on mattah, and under this account, I'll act completely indeterministic and lump everything together. Since that might include completley random poetry and experimental photography, you might want to adjust your watch lists.

Mysterious remark: Search engine.

A Short And Incomplete History Of 'Christmas' (More)

Giving of gifts, feasts, singers walking from house to house. What holiday are you thinking of now? Correct, Zagmuk, the festival to assist Marduk (the Sumerian god) in his struggle against Tiamat and the forces of chaos. Also, the "corn king" ritual first surfaced here, where a criminal is made king and all his commands are obeyed, until finally, he is gruesomely killed to assist the gods, or make the crops grow. The observant reader will note the resemblance to the death and rebirth of Christ, dying to cleanse from sin, etc.

The Romans celebrated Saturnalia, a festival to - you guessed it - Saturn, god of fertility and agriculture. It also included the giving of gifts and decorating green trees with candles. Since those stubborn Romans refused to stop celebrating Saturnalia (lovingly nicknamed 'Orgy' by Christians of the time), Bishop Julius I of Rome - practical as ever - declared December 25 Christ's birthday, and ordered the celebrations to be in his honor. Oh, he also ordered a "mass", on that day. Go figure.

The Mithrans also had a holiday on December 25, the birth of Mithras. Mithras was supposedly created by Ahura-Mazda, the chief deity of Iranian polytheism, to save the world from its own excesses. By a strange coincidence, he was also born to a virgin, and died after a last supper with his disciples. He then ascended to heaven. Unlike Jesus, followers were baptized in the blood of a bull instead of water. Then again, water is easier to come by. By the way, followers also ate bread and wine to represent Mithras' body and blood, and held Sunday sacred. Need I say that Mithraism was influential in the Roman Empire, and the Christian church at the time would have had an interest in luring Mithras' followers?

And since you made it this far: Merry local pseudoreligious holiday, and a very british New Year!

.. Winter Dream ..

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stornn's avatar
Prophets suck

Matt is cool
stornn's avatar
Prophets suck

Matt is cool
Jade-Pandora's avatar
*pads in with a chunk of left-over honey-baked ham (from Christmas dinner) smeared with spicey mustard and squats near*

mmm this is so good! The holidays over this weekend were good because of this ham, and tons of other treats that i and family and friends helped put together so all of us could feel warm and fuzzy and sleepy. And drink hot wassle, and some eggnog if you've a mind. Food is what it's all about. And sex in a Santa hat, lol!

When it comes right down to bedrock... the holidays, or any other reason to celebrate is all about ones you love, and ones who love you. And if you're one who lives where there's no friends and family, then perhaps you're online staying in touch that way, or on the phone, or waiting anxiously to get word through snailmail. However it goes for any of you...

...no matter how screwed up things seem to be, there are years when the holidays allow some of us to stop moving (get out of that mall for a minute!) and listen to bells and piped in music and smile for the reasons each of us are here now, alive and lucky to be.

To you, Matt, and to everyone passing through, i'm glad i've met you, and i say... count your lucky stars and meet the new year with determination to make a difference in any little way that comes to you. After all, ove is all you need.

And food. :popcorn:

Good journal, Matt dear... take care & be well & have a safe and insane New Year!

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Reading your reply. Put me in mind of this:

We had a blizzard this week. I went out the night it started--not knowing it was coming; but no matter.

There is a new grandstand/ice rink nearby. I crossed there, all my lonely, on the way to the library. Heh.

On my way back, I noted the sheer lack of people. Nada, no one, zip.

This weird little grandstand has Radio Bob playing (local rock music station. Never mind. You don't wanna know why it's called this. Marketing bullshit, what else is new? Heh.). They have huge speakers, ya see.

So there I was, storming to the top of this grandstand, in this storm, listening to the loud speaker, staring down at the dulcet duck pond ice rink with the pretty snow trees and colors lights. (Weird, these tourist t(c)rap things)...and I did a dance.

Top that grandstand. In the warm wind that storms invariably bring when it snows. Wonderful dry powder snow. No wet boots or butt or nuttin. (I so love that. Sure beat the forty below/no snow of the week before. Brrrr..) And I listened to the music. Coolness. In the coonness of the moon. (Full moon? Nah. That was LAST week, I think. *grin*)

and I slooped and slalomed down this grandstand step of stairs. And sliddywigged round with my toes in the snow. Me. Moi-meme. Only my footprints left behind.


So there yeah go. Set fire ta that lot.

Heather, hi Mattness!
Jade-Pandora's avatar
*stealfully sneaks back in and puts an "L" where it's supposed to say "Love"*

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Am I not random?
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