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Nov. 3rd, 2002 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grinninfooleYesterday, I went to Otis, MA with Millari, Filthy Assistant, Sidneycat, and two friends from Amherst, where we rendevoused with Pope Jephe of the Infinite Spellings in one of the cemeteries there for the Annual Rite of Rhotus. Jefphe, you see, 'discovered' the 'faith' of Otis, a Sumerian deity about 15 years ago, and has invented more to go along with it as need and whimsy arose. Rhotus, the god of death, is apparently an obscure figure who mostly appears in myths stinking drunk and incoherent. The Feast of Rhotus is ostensibly an attempt to wake the dead and pay them back any money we owe them, but is mostly an excuse to wander in a neat graveyard and appreciate the various memorials people have left behind. Though I dead leave a quarter for one of the deceased.
Afterwards, we stopped for a meal, went back Sid's and watched a weird Swedish silent film from 1922 called Haxan (Witches) a history cum dramatization of European witch myths, legends and facts, which went from dry lecture to scathing docudrama on the irrationality and superstition and sexual repression of the catholic church to acting out various sensational accounts of witches and their activities. After which we saw some of Incubus, the infamously awful film in Esperanto starring William Shatner.
For me, the high point of the day came when the subject of Otisian titles came up. Everyone can have a sainthood or bishopric or something, more ridiculous and obscure, the better. I reminded Geffe that I already had a title: Popesicle. Then I leaned across and stage whispered "I'm meat flavored, you know." Poor Jeif just lost it. I love doing that.:)
Afterwards, we stopped for a meal, went back Sid's and watched a weird Swedish silent film from 1922 called Haxan (Witches) a history cum dramatization of European witch myths, legends and facts, which went from dry lecture to scathing docudrama on the irrationality and superstition and sexual repression of the catholic church to acting out various sensational accounts of witches and their activities. After which we saw some of Incubus, the infamously awful film in Esperanto starring William Shatner.
For me, the high point of the day came when the subject of Otisian titles came up. Everyone can have a sainthood or bishopric or something, more ridiculous and obscure, the better. I reminded Geffe that I already had a title: Popesicle. Then I leaned across and stage whispered "I'm meat flavored, you know." Poor Jeif just lost it. I love doing that.:)
