The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell – the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Very Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante’s Inferno Test
Had a temper tantrum, broke my mouse. Bad bad.
During the switch from our old useless web host to glorious, Heaven-sent Pixeled we experienced significant email downtime. If you have not received a response from us, you will shortly. We have a lot of catching up to do!
Please take note of the new email addresses:
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George Orwell is smirking smugly in his grave.
Normally I sneer at bumper sticker wit, but I actually snorted at one I saw the other day:
Oh well. I never used my civil liberties, anyway.
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::|:| Live!Eclipse: Project Antarctica |:|::
Name a Star? The Truth about Buying Your Place in Heaven
By Robert Roy Britt
The pitch is tempting: Name a star after yourself or a loved one. Aunt Martha will twinkle for eternity, winging through the Milky Way on a parchment certificate and a prayer.
Hundreds of thousands of folks have taken the sales pitch at face value. Others know the truth, and some still buy in. But there is a lot of confusion. One SPACE.com reader recently asked, “Who gave them the right to name stars? And then charge someone for the name?”
The answer is simple: Nobody gave them the right. They just do it.
“Democrats should call all this for what it is — a clear and present danger to religious liberty in America. For more than three hundred years, the liberal tradition has sought to free people from the tyranny of religious doctrines that would otherwise be imposed on them. Today’s evangelical right detests that tradition and seeks nothing short of a state-sponsored religion. But maintaining the separation of church and state is a necessary precondition of liberty.
Gay marriage doesn’t have to be a wedge issue for the evangelicals — not if Democrats can put it where it belongs, as another front in the religious wars. The question of whether gay couples should be treated the same as married people need not and should not involve the religious meaning of “marriage.” That’s up to particular faiths and congregations to decide. The issue here is whether gays should have the same legal rights as heterosexuals — survivor’s benefits under Social Security, alimony, the distribution of assets when relationships end in divorce and other legal privileges now conferred only on heterosexual couples.”
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Well, it’s time to stop worrying about things I can’t control, and it’s time to stop pulling my hair out over all this shit with the web site. Obviously this is happening for some inscrutable karmic reason [one tells oneself], so I need to go with the flow. I wonder if I’ll ever be caught up on the Lab’s mail, much less my own personal correspondence.
I wonder if the DNS problem will right itself before any more email-related damage can occur. I’ve felt so oddly shut off from the world since this nightmare started; I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have functioning communications again.
It’s 2am, and I’m finally finished pulling all of our old stuff off of the papow site. I didn’t realize how much weird junk a server could accumulate. There’s tons of weird, stray web pages that I wrote, old photos, journal entries. It was like looking through a digitized attic.
Too tired to do much of anything right now, but I’m still too wound up to go to sleep. Thus, the Friday 5:
1. List five things you’d like to accomplish by the end of the year.
Getting back to the gym regularly.
Putting all of my personal accounts, the Lab, and my household in order.
Find an artist for the comic.
Repainting the living room.
One more tattoo before the New Year.
2. List five people you’ve lost contact with that you’d like to hear from again.
Jennifer, a close friend from 6th grade that I miss.
Julius, almost a brother to me for most of my adolescence. I think he’s a deputy DA in San Diego County now.
Julie, my best friend from elementary school. Simply because I’m curious as to how she’s doing.
Rene, an ex from high school. No romantic intentions whatsoever. Again, just curiosity.
Vanessa, another friend from junior high. For some reason I’ve thought about her a few times recently.
3. List five things you’d like to learn how to do.
Speak Italian.
Complex Zippo tricks.
Fencing.
Goaltending.
T’ai chi.
4. List five things you’d do if you won the lottery (no limit).
Buy a better mattress.
Buy a house with a yard large enough to make my dogs happy, and enough room within the home to give Ted and I our space.
Actually hire someone to tie the sinew on these fuckin’ sample vials!
Go on holiday for longer than a weekend.
Paint Bessie [my truck] black cherry. So pimp.
5. List five things you do that help you relax.
The Fourfold Breath Exercise.
Banishing.
Reading.
Petting my dogs.
Petting Ted.
Drak.Net has not responded to our numerous requests to transfer papow.com and black-phoenix.net, and as they are the administrative contact, this is becoming increasingly difficult. As of tomorrow, there is a chance that our email may be down temporarily. In case of downtime, please send all inquiries to my web-based email address:
kebechet @ hauntedmansion . com
William Faulkner wrote you. Yes, you’re a genius,
you drunken old coot.
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