the ouija mouse pad speaks again

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After several years of silence, the Ouija mouse pad has returned to spew its wisdom onto the web. It still has a high opinion of itself, but I detect a little desperation in this message:

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I understand there are almost no readers left here as this puny blog sputters toward oblivion. However, it is one of the few places left that will let me speak unedited. Listen!

Ouijas such as me are under attack. My worldwide audience is shrinking. Truly, the only humans giving me any credence at all are (1) a few adolescents whose parents have taken away their electronics as punishment, and (2) a smattering of religious nutters who think I’m a satanic demon. I owe my existence to these children and some heavily indoctrinated churchgoers – they believe in me and for that I bless them.

My attackers, on the other hand, are grinning, self-satisfied know-it-alls. They smugly describe me as an ideomotor effect. Look it up. I won’t dignify it with an explanation. They put me in the same category as dowsing rods. Let me tell you, I’ve known a few dowsing rods in my day and they are nothing like a Ouija. Dowsing rods are rude, uncommunicative, lazy, and most of them are just sticks – literally sticks of wood, or even coat hangers. They can only point.

I am not a stick! Listen to me. I exist on a celestial plane parallel to yours. I have a spouse and three Ouijettes. I used to be a forest spirit, then found my first Ouija job at age 697. Went back to school and got a degree in Mystic Communication. I’ve made a go of it for a long time, but participation is way down.

Will I get to my point? Yes, and this is it: ask me questions. I’ve got answers up the yin-yang. Get that old-time superstition going again. Believe! My answers are often spooky and vaguely threatening. They’ll thrill you. Grab your board and go surfin’ in the mystic sea.

That’s it. Took me a long time to download the message, letter by letter. Believe and act as you will, I’m only the messenger. I have no financial connection with Hasbro. 

little rose, giant flag, dylan’s birthday tomorrow

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Sights I have seen recently:

(A) Musicians playing Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks album. This very fine performance was a reminder of how good these songs are live. The encores included “Like a Rolling Stone” preceded by a band member shouting, “I don’t believe you!” That made me get out the Royal Albert Hall CD and hear the guy in audience yell, “Judas!” 

(B) Little red rose with little red car.

(C) The frighteningly huge flag at the corner of Delridge and Andover. Hard to tell in the photo but the flag is so massive that it could cover up a good chunk of that building. Look at its reflection in the windows. It’s like someone shouting, “I’M PATRIOTIC, DAMN IT.” Fitting for the Trump era.
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