dolores666's photos with the keyword: Parties

Well, it makes a change from the old tiresome birthday blues, innit? So, 72 (tomorrow) and counting. I wonder when I’m going to get perfectly fed up with all this computing, computing… However, I’m still in good company and that counts for something. Look, even the Shub-Niggurath has joined the exquisite Li-Lo (another lot of distant relatives of the delightful Mi-Go) and other guest to the party. Judiciously she has brought with her, across the Mountains of Madness, her own little cloud of stroppy despondency, just in case things get too chirpy and fluffy, what with the fizzy finches, and the Li-Lo being congenital optimists, and the cat a born hedonist and the Musical Teddy far too fond of Conchita Piquer. That’s my girl!

(May 1968/May 2018) The slogan “If you can’t beat them, join them” is pure cringing Slavethink. How much more keen and spirited is “If you can’t beat them, bite them”! Which is what we always say in my neck of the woods. And here, to practice what we preach, are these two hardy perennial unrepentant party girls, the beautiful GorgoMormo and the ineffable Shub-Niggurath, sharing a shindig and drinks and gossip and plans for The Revolution That Might Never Come. And fuck you, too, Warren Buffet. www.nytimes.com/2006/11/26/business/yourmoney/26every.html www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/plum-line/post/theres-been-class-warfare-for-the-last-20-years-and-my-class-has-won/2011/03/03/gIQApaFbAL_blog.html?utm_term=.da7d846a343b

A riotous, joyful scene at the Inn of the Nine Boons, in the Southern Borderlands. The Siamese Jaguar Twins are about to give birth to yet another batch of chubby Hippopoids, much to their cousins’ delight. The parturition is only relatively painful but the Twins are natural born drama queens and simply love to make a great fuss and as much noise as their little lungs will permit. This is for my mate Mario, who hails from Honduras and from whose heritage I’ve borrowed (and done things to) these here chappies. The originals that so tickled my imagination and inspired this can be seen at the Maya ruins of Copan. And so much for Cultural Appropriation. :-) NB. I must remember to have a go/rant at this latest folly, Cultural Appropriation and its "discontents". Ah, me. The smaller and more united and homogeneous and powerful the 1% becomes, the more the 99% of slaves beneath their fascist boot become fragmented and waste their limited energies in fighting amongst themselves. Robert Hughes, you were a sodding prophet, you were…. (See: Culture of Complaint. Oxford University Press. 1993)