Unreal Nature

April 18, 2009

Portraiture: Revelations of Deep Inner Meaning

Filed under: Uncategorized — unrealnature @ 12:12 pm

chicken_andbagel

starspangled

(explanation [such as it is] found here)

-Julie

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17 Comments

  1. I quite like mine…

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 18, 2009 @ 1:42 pm

  2. I like my white skirt!

    Comment by Dr. C. — April 18, 2009 @ 1:49 pm

  3. “I like my white skirt!” — Dr. C

    It’s a cheese toga. (Notice the eyebrow. Ultimate skrunchiness.)

    Comment by unrealnature — April 18, 2009 @ 2:34 pm

  4. …I especially like my star spangled underpants.

    But who’s the geezer in the chicken in the Big Bird suit?

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 18, 2009 @ 2:38 pm

  5. “I especially like my star spangled underpants.” — Felix Grant

    Thank you for sharing.

    We can see your face, silly. Don’t pretend you’re not the Chickenman of Bristol.

    Among Chickenman’s greatest foes were the Chicken-Plucker, the Dog Lady, Big Clyde Crushman, the Bear Lady, the Very Diabolical, Raymond Girvan (former childhood playmate who never forgave Bristol for breaking his red wagon on Christmas Day) and the Couple from SHTICK (Secret Henchmen To Injure Crime Killers).

    Comment by unrealnature — April 18, 2009 @ 2:48 pm

  6. That’s all very interesting … but … does my bum look big in those stellar knickers?

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 18, 2009 @ 3:03 pm

  7. The heavens are . . . large. But they are lovely in their infinitude. (In my mind, I have now an excessively vivid image of Felix in stellar knickers. Where’s the amygdala “forget it” button when I need it?)

    Comment by unrealnature — April 18, 2009 @ 3:28 pm

  8. “Where’s the amygdala “forget it” button when I need it?”

    Reaches into his pharmaceuticals cupboard and grabs his propanalol lifesavers. “Here, try one, you;ll like it.”

    Comment by Dr. C. — April 18, 2009 @ 4:51 pm

  9. “Reaches into his pharmaceuticals cupboard and grabs his propanalol lifesavers.” — Dr. C

    You are well prepared for removing knickers.

    Comment by unrealnature — April 18, 2009 @ 5:20 pm

  10. I’m unclear what the connection is between propanalol, amnesifacience and/or … deknickification?

    I’m also unclear whether I really want to know…

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 18, 2009 @ 6:20 pm

  11. Propanalol = propane and LOL (Land ‘o Lakes butter). We’re having a cookout. We’re having chicken. You will remember, long ago, how I explained to you what one does to a chicken before one cooks it?

    Comment by unrealnature — April 18, 2009 @ 7:02 pm

  12. I used to enjoy Wonder Woman for its cheerful naffness. But, lordy, I didn’t realise at the time the subtext of its creator.

    Comment by Ray Girvan — April 18, 2009 @ 7:29 pm

  13. O.K., O.K. propranalol not propanalol.

    Comment by Dr. C. — April 18, 2009 @ 11:57 pm

  14. RG> I used to enjoy Wonder Woman … I
    RG> didn’t realise at the time the
    RG> subtext of its creator.

    Never mind … “the author is dead”! [1]

    :-)

    DrC> O.K., O.K. propranalol not propanalol.

    Ah … that’s the amnesifacience taken care of. Perhaps, in her reference to dedickification, our Dear Leader had propane or ethanol in mind?

    JH> You will remember … I explained to
    JH> you what one does to a chicken before
    JH> one cooks it?

    I do. Vividly. One removes its rope sandles.

    [1] Roland Barthes, Aspen, 1967 [ <- footnote for JH’s delectation]

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 19, 2009 @ 3:45 am

  15. Ray,

    But Sadie was pretty cool (and born a Brit).

    Dr C,

    Your linked article on propanalol says, it doesn’t remove memory, “they just had no emotional reaction to that knowledge.” Felix … star-spangled underwear … Noooooooooooooooo….!

    Felix,

    …”dedickification” … For some reason, one is reminded of barnacles …

    “One removes its rope sandles.”

    Emergency! Emergency!! This is not a drill! Everybody evacuate the premises! Felix has removed his rope sandals! Run! Cover your eyes!

    Comment by unrealnature — April 19, 2009 @ 7:08 am

  16. True, true, true. Detoxification of bad memories does not necessarily remove them.

    “Even after they’d been given propranolol, they still expected to receive a shock when they saw a picture of a spider – they just weren’t afraid of the prospect.”

    But later:
    “However the volunteers still expected a shock when they saw the spidery images. They remembered that the pain of electricity would normally follow the sight of a spider – they just had no emotional reaction to that knowledge.” (itals in original)

    I don’t really understand this. I think maybe I’ll take propranalol next time I go to the dentist. (Ever since I was once sitting in a dentist’s waiting room and I heard this terrible drilling noise, I find a dentist’s office particularly distasteful. Of course, the drilling was construction in the next office, but it didn’t stop everyone in the waiting room from glancing at their neighbor in fright, expecting to hear the screams next.)

    Comment by Dr. C. — April 19, 2009 @ 1:09 pm

  17. DrC> They remembered that the pain …
    DrC> would normally follow … just
    DrC> had no emotional reaction to that
    DrC> knowledge. … … …
    DrC> I think maybe I’ll take propranalol
    DrC> next time I go to the dentist.

    Long, long ago, in a remote corner of Africa, there was a severe shortage of anaesthetics but a huge donated supply of outdated diazepam.

    The doctors used massive doses of the diazepam instead of anaesthetics wherever possible; the patients were quiet and their eyes looked somewhat like CJ’s portrait of you.

    I was given one of these diazepam doses while they fished out bits of frag from a medically trivial wound, mopped up, and stitched me back together. It was a curious experience: the pain was not reduced at all, but it had sort of “slipped sideways” and seemed somehow not to be connected to me.

    Comment by Felix Grant — April 19, 2009 @ 6:06 pm


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