Been occupied. Trying to write a mash-up story of 'The Hobbit' and the Book of Judges, after realising that Samson and Bilbo Baggins are essentially the same character.
But it came to pass on the seventh day that they said to Samson’s wife, “Entice your husband, that he may explain the riddle to us, for we have no idea what he has in his pocketses."
Thursday, November 28, 2019
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Do you know that I have spent the last 25-odd years trying to figure out how no one noticed that the answer to that riddle is "women"? Because 'out of the eater came forth meat' — breast milk, of course, bc female mammals are the only sorts of creatures who can nourish without being devoured — and 'out of the strong came forth sweetness,' which, uh, maybe there are saucy things one might read into that part, but also female mammals take a lot of shit, literally, and also they/we absorb a great deal of abuse and violence (especially millennia ago) & are mostly still able to love the men and children who dish it out. Perhaps between the two of us we can disseminate this tidbit of information into the wider world.
In other news, I recently acquired a govt-upgraded high-speed (medium-speed, in practice) internet connection, and of course the shitty buggy fraggy Fusion drive on my sixteen-month-old iMac promptly died about nineteen days later. Good times. I should have my Mac back next week, but for now I don’t have my Blogger password, which dwells in darkness with whatever portion of data the repairpersons are able to ferret out of the wreckage. Haha! Life. Don’t talk to me about life.
I do intend to make up my Riddled comment deficit by Easter, which is my second-favorite zombie-related holiday.
Speaking of which, I was going to wish you a Happy Belated Thanksgiving, but then I remembered that you are a Foreigner & have nothing whatever to be thankful for. So... happy Friday.
(This is Emma, btw.)
Hi Emma. Welcome back to the world of commentary, however fleetingly. The whole Samson drama is such an all-round parade of fuckeduppery that I don't know where to start. From the perspective of artists, the 'Samson-&-Delilah' part was the highlight of the story, but they had no idea what to make of bees & dead lions.
Even people in the Emblemata tradition just noped their way out of there as fast as they could nope, and went for beehives inside helmets instead. Perhaps they just couldn't draw dead lions.
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