Karl and Choupette

Karl Lagerfeld was the fashion designer who saved Chanel.

Lagerfeld owned a red point Birman cat named Choupette, which, in June 2013, he indicated he would marry if it were legal.

It has emerged that the late fashion designer left some of his $200m (£153m) fortune to Choupette. Since he loved black and white:

Subatomic Physics

Let’s just say there are problems when you get below the size of the atom. Scientists don’t like to answer questions about it because 1) giant egos 2) they don’t know 3) they know they’re full of bullshit 4) someone might catch on and all those big grants and awards would go away. You get the idea. More specifically and because you don’t believe me, read HERE.



Wiki HERE. Took me a lifetime to find this was what was wrong with me. I wonder if it explains my dreams without images. Someone needs to study this. There’s never been a connection between aphantasia and my kind of dreaming, or even a description of my dreaming without images. Is there a name for this?

Years ago I was asked by a counseling psy PhD student if I dreamed in color or black and white. Huh? That was my first clue I was missing something.

Speech Bubble Apple

Chronic Pain

Note on the author: This letter was originally written by Ricky Buchanan and is posted here. The letter was first written to let people know what it is like to have chronic fatigue syndrome or fibromyalgia and has been adapted for other chronic pain disorders.

Having CFS means many things change, and a lot of them are invisible. Unlike AIDS and Cancer, most people do not understand even a little about CFS and its effects, and of those that think they know, many are actually misinformed. In the spirit of informing those who wish to understand …

… These are the things that I would like you to understand about me before you judge me…

Please understand that being sick doesn’t mean I’m not still a human being. I have to spend most of my day flat on my back in bed and I might not seem like great company, but I’m still me stuck inside this body. I still worry about school and work and my family and friends, and most of the time I’d still like to hear you talk about yours too.

Please understand the difference between “happy” and “healthy”. When you’ve got the flu you probably feel miserable with it, but I’ve been sick for years. I can’t be miserable all the time, in fact I work hard at not being miserable. So if you’re talking to me and I sound happy, it means I’m happy. That’s all. I may be tired. I may be in pain. I may be sicker that ever. Please, don’t say, “Oh, you’re sounding better!”. I am not sounding better, I am sounding happy. If you want to comment on that, you’re welcome.

Please understand that being able to stand up for five minutes, doesn’t necessarily mean that I can stand up for ten minutes, or an hour. It’s quite likely that doing that five minutes has exhausted my resources and I’ll need to recover – imagine an athlete after a race. They couldn’t repeat that feat right away either. With a lot of diseases you’re either paralyzed or you can move. With this one it gets more confusing.

Please repeat the above paragraph substituting, “sitting up”, “walking”, “thinking”, “being sociable” and so on … it applies to everything. That’s what a fatigue-based illness does to you.

Please understand that chronic illnesses are variable. It’s quite possible (for me, it’s common) that one day I am able to walk to the park and back, while the next day I’ll have trouble getting to the kitchen. Please don’t attack me when I’m ill by saying, “But you did it before!”. If you want me to do something, ask if I can and I’ll tell you. In a similar vein, I may need to cancel an invitation at the last minute, if this happens please don’t take it personally.

Please understand that “getting out and doing things” does not make me feel better, and can often make me seriously worse. CFS may cause secondary depression (wouldn’t you get depressed if you were stuck in bed for years on end!?) but it is not caused by depression. Telling me that I need some fresh air and exercise is not appreciated and not correct – if I could do it, I would.

Please understand that if I say I have to sit down/lie down/take these pills now, that I do have to do it right now – it can’t be put off or forgotten just because I’m doing something. CFS does not forgive.

Please understand that I can’t spend all of my energy trying to get well. With a short-term illness like the flu, you can afford to put life on hold for a week or two while you get well. But part of having a chronic illness is coming to the realization that you have to spend some energy on having a life now. This doesn’t mean I’m not trying to get better. It doesn’t mean I’ve given up. It’s just how life is when you’re dealing with a chronic illness.

If you want to suggest a cure to me, please don’t. It’s not because I don’t appreciate the thought, and it’s not because I don’t want to get well. It’s because I have had almost every single one of my friends suggest one at one point or another. At first I tried them all, but then I realized that I was using up so much energy trying things that I was making myself sicker, not better. If there was something that cured, or even helped, all people with CFS then we’d know about it. This is not a drug-company conspiracy, there is worldwide networking (both on and off the Internet) between people with CFS, if something worked we would KNOW.

If after reading that, you still want to suggest a cure, then do it, preferably in writing, but don’t expect me to rush out and try it. If I haven’t had it suggested before, I’ll take what you said and discuss it with my doctor. He’s open to new suggestions and is a great guy, and he takes what I say seriously.

Please understand that getting better from an illness like this can be very slow. People with CFS have so many systems in their bodies out of equilibrium, and functioning wrongly, that it may take a long time to sort everything out.

I depend on you – people who are not sick – for many things.

But most importantly, I need you to understand me.

On Being An Atheist or Why I Wanted My Mother Dead

On Being An Atheist or Why I Wanted My Mother Dead
Stephen D McCloud
August 10, 2019
This is stream-of-thought. It’s not meant to be read. Read at your own risk.

This is not a pleasant post to write or read and it may never see the light. It’s being written late at night over weeks. At the age of 71, I feel like I have to explain myself to myself. Expect things to not be in chronological order. Errors are to be expected, I can write this but it’s hard to read.

I’m an only child. The son of two only children. I have no relatives. I have one vague memory of being told I briefly had a brother.

As you might have guessed from the title, I’m an atheist, not a Unitarian Universalist Atheist or a Converted Atheist but a Real Atheist. I’ve been in the trenches. What that means requires some explaining. That’s what this post is about. You will probably disagree with some of what follows. I’m 71 years old and I don’t care what you think. If you’re a bigot or easily offended you should probably stop reading and go back to your unexamined pathetic little life. I’m not writing this for you, I’m writing it for me.

Everyone is born an atheist, emotion or indoctrination converts most people into part of the religious masses that are the sheep of the world. I’m not most people. Just a statement of fact … that has made my life unlike most. I wouldn’t trade. Although at times very unpleasant, my life has probably been far more interesting than yours. I suspect you think otherwise.

Even at 71 no one has killed me or forced me to take poison. I did try twice to…

My parents were fundamentalist Christians who attended Bible Center church on Wabash Ave in Terre Haute, Indiana. My mother’s parents lived next door and never mentioned religion or owned a Bible. My parents went to church EVERY Sunday morning and evening leaving me next door in the evening. I watched out a window every Sunday evening hoping to see their car, down at the corner, coming home. I wanted back to my bedroom. I know almost nothing of my father’s parents. My father hated his mother. We had that in common.

One Sunday morning, probably at the age of five, I was taken to a room in the church where I was left with about six other children and an adult. Sunday school. The adult said, and this is one of my earliest memories that I have not been able to forget, “Who believes in Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior?”. The other children raised their hands and I was told to leave and not come back until I believed in Jesus. I was kicked out of Sunday School. Fundamentalists are serious religious bigots. I never returned and there were no consequences at home. Close call by any standard. I did have to sit in on some Sunday morning services and there was one year where I was sent to summer church camp, summer Bible School. I was forced studying piano at the time and the church organist introduced me to the organ. I still was not buying this church nonsense. I was different and I knew it. Piano lessons ended.

My parents switched to Baptist and again tried to place me in a Sunday School indoctrination concentration camp. Bible assignments were handed out and when my assignment came due I was again kicked out of Sunday school. I never returned.

In a futile attempt to dump religion on me my parents became the youth directors at the Baptist church. Youth groups met at our house and I locked myself in my room. The door lock came to my door when I discovered how to switch my door handle with the one on the bathroom. At that point, my parents gave up and I never returned to any church. Miraculously, the lock stayed on my door and I locked it every Saturday night. After my parents left for morning services I ran next door where my grandmother allowed me to help fix the Sunday meal for everyone. I mashed potatoes and rolled and cut the noodles. I still have my grandmother’s handwritten recipe for the noodles.

My parents had made one fatal error – they taught me at a very early age that I shouldn’t believe in anything that I couldn’t see or touch myself. That included Santa, the tooth fairy, Easter bunny and anything else. I took that to include religion, I was a small child, how was I to know religion was different? I spread the word about Santa to the neighbor children, not popular with parents of those children. I was acquiring a reputation. My grandfather also contributed, every Sunday morning, letting me know that all politicians were liars and most people were no good.

All this chaos had undesirable consequences. I was alone and scared. No one had my lack of belief in Jesus. One of my parent’s relatives was in a mental institution somewhere in Indiana. Was I next? I even believed, at an early age, that somehow I, or my parents, was some kind of alien. There were nights when I slept under rather than on my bed. What kept me sane was most likely school. I thrived on learning something new each day. One day I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my mother what I had learned. She had no interest, everything she wanted to know was in the Bible.

I was frightened of my mother. She explained, quite frequently, that I was going to burn in hell and that was that. End of story. I ate most of my meals in my room. There was almost no communication with my parents. For most purposes, by the age of ten, I was living alone. My father was slightly helpful, telling me after some of her outbursts “leave her alone, she’ll get over it”. I wanted her dead. I called my father Jack, my mother Carolyn. I didn’t like having them as parents.

When I was old enough for high school I was also old enough to walk to the public library. It was better than home, life got better. Two blocks away were Campbell’s book store with a wide variety of books. I stopped eating lunch and saved the money for books. There I discovered Bertrand Russell and Why I Am Not A Christian. My life changed instantly – I was no longer alone. I discovered the university library. I discovered Madalyn Murray O’hair. American Atheists. Bertrand Russell books and articles everywhere. Life had a purpose and meaning. My hatred for my mother had come a long way. She gave me no option. It was mutual.

In high school I was still causing trouble, refusing to attend the Christmas thing in the gym instead forced to spend the time in the library with the librarian. She had nothing to say to me. It would have been easier to skip school but … I had a purpose.

The story of American Atheists is not simple and at times quite unpleasant. Madalyn and family finally came to southern Indiana and I made the trip. It was a small gathering with county police and angry farmers. I came back with her autograph and more AA knowledge than I could possibly have guessed. Madalyn and family had an attitude toward life that caused problems. A conversation with her left a few of us with a secret that we persuaded her should never be told. It have would have damaged AA and probably destroyed it. She finally agreed to never repeat the story. The rest of us tried to forget it. It’s never come to light, everyone determined to take it to their graves. Her reputation is bad enough. And AA has survived and I’m still a member. I went to my first AA national convention in 2019. Madalyn is rarely discussed. It took a long time before I felt comfortable to be around AA again.

It was a long trip from 5 to 71. I’m near death and I still hate my mother. She may be still alive in a nursing home. The nursing home finally stopped calling me about what she was up to. But I like to think she’s dead.

I haven’t written everything. The world is worse than when I was born. It’s all hopeless.

Women Celebrities I Like

Amanda Peet

(Melinda and Melinda)

Anne Hathaway

(The Devil Wears Prada)

Aubrey Plaza

(Parks & Rec)

Billie Piper

(Dr Who)

Cate Blanchett

(Blue Jasmine)

Charlize Theron

(Atomic Blonde)

Charlotte Gainsbourg

Ellen Page

(Late Late Show)

Eva Green

(James Bond: Casino Royale)

Emily Blunt

Gwyneth Paltrow


Helena Bonham Carter

Judy Greer

(The Big Bang)

Kacey Musgraves

Karen Gillan

(Doctor Who)

Kateryna Lagno

(Russian chess grandmaster)

Kate Matchett

(Nero Wolfe Mystery)

Katherine Tate

(Doctor Who)

Lea Seydeux

(Midnight In Paris)

Lucy Punch

(Doc Martin)

Maria Sharapova

(Russian tennis)

Marion Cotillard

(Midnight In Paris)

Minnie Driver

(Good Will Hunting)

Morgan James

Natalie Dormer


Paris Hilton

Poppy Delevigne

Rachael McAdams

(Midnight In Paris)

Rashida Jones

(Parks & Rec)

Saoirse Ronan

Sophie Marceau

(James Bond: The World Is Not Enough)

Tilda Swinton

(Doctor Strange)

Uma Thurman

(Kill Bill)

Valentina Lisitsa

(Russian pianist)