Rotten Bastards

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Saturday, 22 September 2007

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"I have seen the future and it will be..."

Well? Tell me? Don't just leave me hanging like that!

A wise man once said that the future doesn't exist. It's not real. There is only this moment. Right now.

So why all this hype over the future? Why has so much been written, done or said about it?


The future equals hope.

There is so much potential wrapped up in all our ideas about the future. Our desire for something better. Our fear of something worse.

But the future never comes.

If you feel pain, you're gonna feel it right now. If you're gonna have any pleasure in life it'll be at this moment.

I'm not telling you anything you don't know, or anything you haven't heard before. There is nothing new under the sun. But sometimes it's a good idea just to be reminded of some things.

Planning for future events is one of the things that distinguishes the human species from most of the other creatures on this pale blue dot of ours. So there is that. But life has a way of fucking up even the most well laid plans.

So once more into the breech dear friends, once more...


Father Luke said...

"But sometimes it's a good idea
just to be reminded of some things.


Best part? I liked the title.

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Father Luke

C.T. said...

Goddamned eBlogger does not allow HTML links.

Technological Singularity - This shit will fuck you up.

'Nuff said. I read it and was mostly like "Hey...what the fuck is actually important anymore." It's not a new idea, but it does seem feasible that we're simply here to propogate a superior...thingie.

Nice to see you guys again,'s been a while. You seen Baby Arm Joe?

Chris (aka Xtopher)

Father Luke said...

"Goddamned eBlogger does not allow HTML links."

heh, heh, heh.

F a t h e r L u k e .org

Haw, haw, haw haw.

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Father Luke

Sariel Thrawn said...

The good Father is a HTML god.

Just talked to Joe today actually. He's in Oklahoma on his way to Cali, trying to save up some cash.

He promised me another piece for this month too. (As should everyone else).

Good to see you're still alive X. Where you been?


Father Luke said...
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Father Luke said...

The human formerly labeled:

Babyarm Joe

is the man named:
Joseph Dozat

Joseph may be found writing in the
post just under this one.

You may comment to him by clicking


Joseph has a MySpace page, H E R E

I am Mr Dozat’s attorney, social secretary, and Ersatz fuck-head buster.

I’ve checked. You are mostly okay.
For a fuck-head, I mean.

Any further questions for Joseph
may be adressed directly to him.

10 – 4, etc.
- –
Father Luke

joseph dozat said...

Hey hey, kids, less name-calling, more writing.

Hi, Chris.

Z, I didn't promise anything. I said I was working on something.

Padre, I love you. I'll have my phone back on by tomorrow, I promise.


Sariel Thrawn said...

Well Joe you know what they say "A nod's as good as a wink to a blind man" It's a matter of interpretation really.

There's a week to go. You'll manage.

Father Luke said...

Keeping in tune with Tomby's theme,
Sariel Thrawn said...

There's a week to go. You'll manage.

Future perfect tense.

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Father luke

C.T. said...

You guys ever smell your neighbors
having sex or taking a shit?

I heard that
if you smell
a smell
vulcanized rubber
it means she is unclean.


Joe, I have added your band. Leave me MySpace love or suffer further idignities. Over.

C.T. said...

Father Luke,

I hope all is well in the spirit world. Yes, I am a fuckhead. I left Joe stranded in a Mobile, Alabama greyhound station with nothing but a zagnut and a bottle of shoe polish.
I'd strongly advise him to avoid my type.


Father Luke said...

I don't do Spirits.

Not since 1988

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Father Luke

tammy said...

Regarding the idea of Technological Singularity -- has anyone here ever read Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley?

In response to c.t.'s question, " . . . what the fuck is actually important anymore?"

for me -- the answer is art.
for me -- the answer is sex.
for me -- the answer is mud on the bottom of my shoes.