*Note to self*

[featherynscale]

- No founding new religions until after Winter Bazaar.
- More meetings = Less sex.

Thanks, that about covers it.

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less meetings, more sex

[rio-luna.livejournal.com]

in the absence of regular, frequent sex, meetings have become a wonderful way for me to imagine that I actually have a life and friends. Howvere if I actually had a life or friends, I'd jettison those meetings like last weeks' sushi lunch special.

Last week's sushi lunch special

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

You're so colorful early in the mornings...

I do, of course, vastly prefer sex to meetings, but lately the meetings have multiplied. See above, re: Winter Bazaar. The next time I get the urge to take over a massive project, perhaps I will remember that there is an inverse correlation between sex and meetings.

Winter Bazaar

[rio-luna.livejournal.com]

So what the hell is the winter Bazaar and will there be camels?

Oh ps. Talked to Matt last night about Thelemite ski club and he suggested that we could write something about Uncle Al's lost grimoire wherein certain formulas prove that the higher levels of magick can only be accessed while on a mountain or sliding down it at a high rate of speed.

I took it a step further to imagine a channeling session, wherein Al doesn't connect with Aiwas, but rather a Tahoe ski-bum named Chad whose says things "Yea verily the 32nd path leads right unto the ranger station, but the Koo in the Khabs still prefers jello shots for breakfast, bruh."

if I was having more sex, I assure you I'd not have time for these ideas. But the whole overlap between ceremonial magick and extreme sports is so RIPE FOR COMEDY, how can I resist??

(i can't)

Extreme Ceremonial Magick

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

*falls over laughing*

What's next, the LBRP on a tightrope, with fire?

Re: Extreme Ceremonial Magick

[kittenpants.livejournal.com]

I think you need five flaming torches for that, and I've only ever seen Brian juggle four while on the rope.

The Thelemite Ski trip would answer the age old-questions:

What does Enochian sound like as you hurtle downward at extreme velocity in a high-altitude environment?

And does it end up opening a portal at the bottom of the mountain so you just keep skiing... forever?