Cult of Mark Pesce

Yes, Space Lizards are invading the Earth – according to our Dear Leader.

Finally, we have a space opera with cool green long tongued lizards, smart & warm upper body wear and some pretty wonderful guns.

Please update your Cult Canon appropriately.

Recent world events surrounding Paul the Octopus fortelling the results of mere soccer games has relaunched the world’s attention on the hyper-sentience of Cephalopoda.

One of the most intelligent of this class is the Cuttlefish.

In a recent communication from the other dimension (twitter), it was revealed to me that #CultOfMarkPesce looks very close to #Cuttlefish.

Initially as a follower of the true and right Pan-dimensional Alien Scientist experimenting on us all, @mpesce, I was somewhat bemused.

Then, watching this video showing Cuttlefish breeding made sense to me.

Recently, I became aware of a new movement: “pescetarianism”

Splitters.

However, after further research, I read that pesce is italian for fish, from the base latin piscis. Another quick search in Wikipedia for just ‘pesce’ finds our dear leader (try it here). Phew. In fact, if you google for pesce, you find our dear leader hogging most of the first page of results.

Pescetarianism is merely a descriptor of people who eat fish, but not dead mammals. Strange people.

As the stripy shirted one comes from Sicilian stock, it is highly probable that his ancestors were fishermen. The Romans took their praenomen ‘Piscis’ and decided to use this for fish and fishing.

All hail his Pesce-ness!

Last night, our Dear Leader Mark Pesce, returned to the telly. In the interim, we could hear his hallowed voice on the radio: but to see his image is refreshing for the soul.

Whilst Mark warns us of the evils and perils of 3D Television, I do wonder if the advent of 3D telly could have permitted the transmission of the chicken pox virus to us all. We should not let our master suffer alone!

Apparently Participatory Democracy isn’t sexy – who ya gonna call to sex that mofo up? Yeah, call the Love Guru himself, his Pesceliciousness, add a little Douglas Rushkoff and – oh, baby!

Mark Pesce & Douglas Rushkoff – Making Participatory Democracy Sexy

Climate change, you have been WARNED!

Mark has a new Twitter profile pic. Is it a coincidence that it recalls another great thinker?

The great one has returned to his spiritual home to exact a terrible vengeance on celebrities who have offended Him.

The stripey one reports:

America:  I show up and weird celebrities start dying.  Coincidence?  You decide.

Celebrities running the gamut from Michael Jackson to Farrah Fawcett via Jeff Goldblum are reported dead in the wake of his jet-lag-induced fury.

The great cleansing has begun! Beware his awesome power!

In the early hours of this morning, the Convent of the Little Sisters of Pesce  (uncalced) was rocked by the news that our loving leader intends to retire the much revered Gay Stripey Jumper.  The wailing and gnashing of teeth has reached near fever pitch. Sr Marky Mark de Sade has begun to self flagellate and cannot be dissuaded from her course. Sr Tia Maria, previously engaged in knitting a replica of the Gay Stripey Jumper from the finest of Andean Yak yarn, has become catatonic and is receiving emergency psychiatric attention. Not to put to fine a cap on it, we at the Convent of the Little Sisters of Pesce are falling to pieces at the knowledge that we may never see the Gay Stripey Jumper gracing the Dear Leader’s torso again.

We at the convent know that all the decisions taken by the Dear Leader are for the best and ours is not to question His wisdom. We do, however, urge cult members to gather around us in these trying times.  I am undertaking a novena to discern whether it is the Leader’s will that the Gay Stripey Jumper should be conserved and held at the convent along with the other items of veneration in our collection. Your prayers for divine inspiration and any substantial cash donations will be gratefully received by the Convent.

Remember, only real men wear Gay Stripey Jumpers.

In true humility,

Saint Sarah Tonin of Pesce.

“Thankfully, My employer has an Ancient Shiva Terminal Server in existence.” at about 4m57s in to this marvellous video.

Mark Pesce, a former employee of Shiva, speaks to us through the tones on in the 1964 modem-in-a-wooden box.

In relation to my previous post on His Holiness Mark Pesce being transmitted via Twitter: via a 300 baud modem the timing is as follows:

194.6Mb (one week of Mark Pesce on the telly, ABC1 HD quality, not compressed) would take 5,426,938 seconds to transmit. This is 62.811 days.

Compared to Twitter, a so-called “modern” technology taking 607.5 days, we can see that 1964 technology and Shiva brilliance is nearly an order of magnitude better.

According to wikipedia, Mark was born in 1962.

It is therefore obvious (via QED) that Mark is a child prodigy. And worth of great-leader status.