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| Perpetrating Pagan Standard Time: gathering Lycophyllum decastes, the "Fried Chicken Mushroom" |
However, I contributed to the delay of the public Mabon ceremonies this past weekend... for the Love of Fungi.
Guilty as charged & pretty unapologetic, I even included other humans in my bad behavior. Fungi. They own me.
(I also don't approve of collecting fungi with plastic bags, but that was what was piled up at the ceremony site & that's what you get when you arrive unprepared. Makes me wonder though, all those people there to do some "Earth worship" with their plastic grocery bags...)
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Lol, 'own you' benevolently I hope: I thought of you last night as I was watching Fringe ep.4.3 in which a fungus psychically (of course) bonds with a young boy with less than positive results. Terrible plot, with the usual 'emotions save the day' resolution, but great and creepy special effects.
Given that they are a generally dubious lot, I try to stick with the friendlier species. I definitely would not want to fraternize with some of them -- especially those who might want to go home with me to colonize my skin. >.<
But, they do have my heart in their... hands. (?)
Under their skirts? Packed away in their spores somewhere?
One of the topics in the episode (it's a show I find oddly thought-provoking even though the 'fringe science' in is weapons grade BS) was the similarity between fungal networks and the neurones of the brain (or something) so maybe some of the glamour of fungi comes from a kind of kinship in that sense ...
Exciting -- generally I love anything fungal (as long as it isn't growing on me or a love one. If I had a television, perhaps I would be tempted. ;)
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