Missive from ‘Merica: Kinda Super Stitches…

Today is the 13th day of the month and it happens to falls on a Friday. Some people feel a stab of anxiety when this particular combination day and date rolls round. My mother, an eminently sensible woman, would always arrange the day off from work if a Friday happened to be numbered thirteen…

*Alright, Clicky, don’t rub it in! …/folds arms… *

If you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia, Dear Reader, or just plain, old triskaidekaphobia, I can highly recommend the latest missive from The Okie Devil, below. It is the 12th to arrive at the LoL and was written on a Thursday, the twelvth; however, depending on the degree of disability, you may or may not want to read the next one, should it arrive. And, quite frankly, you should maybe think twice about going here.



Welcome to Twelve.
Yeah right.
I ain’t folding mine in half for anyone.

^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^

I usually start this bullshit off with something clever.
But today?
I was all like…”fuck this shit! I’m gonna do something different today!!!”
So let’s go!!!
(we’ll find out what it is when and if we get there)

^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just because this is my 12th post at “The LoL”…doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be reading it. Just sayin. Cause I’m sure you have better things to do. Not like any work goes into this bullshit. Just a buncha free-wheelin’, free-ballin’ nonsense that ain’t worth the Internet it’s written on.

Yes…”Internet” is a noun. A proper one even.
Irrespective of how “improper” the content may sometimes be.
Weird eh?

^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) LET IT ROLL 2016^

I’m just trying to help you out. You see…you really need to be aware of stuff that you are not aware of. The only way to do that? Yep! Be aware of it. And the only way to do that…is to be aware of the stuff you should be aware of. And the only way to do that? Yep. Be unaware of something. This is how we learn to be aware of the stuff that we are unaware of.

Now…you are prolly saying to yourself…
“DUDE!!! You are just playing word games!!!”
Am I?
Maybe if you think about it for a bit.
Q: How can you be aware of what you are unaware of?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah. U dunno either.
But that’s how we learn.
Pretty fucked up eh?
Oh…I’m sorry…am I boring you?

^deadmau5 – 2448^

If you are not aware, I am a licensed pilot. Yes, for airplanes. “Single-Engine Land” as it were. Meaning, I can fly single engine aircraft that are designed to land. Just kidding. That’s actually…single engine aircraft that are designed to land on land. Meaning, I can’t fly seaplanes or float-planes and land on water. I guess I could fly one if it landed on land, cause they do that as well. But I don’t fly anymore, so it’s irrelevant. Do you wanna know why I stopped flying? Sneezing. Srsly….I stopped flying because of sneezing. The first time you are someone like me, who has severe allergies and nasal deformations/issues, and you are prone to sneezing fits that make you dizzy and make you see stars and have been known to damn-near pass-out because of these? Well, the first time it happens when you are flying alone? Yeah…it’s scary as shit. Because all you can think about at the time is “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I woulda crashed, and they never woulda known why!!! Because it would have been because I passed out due to a fucking sneezing fit!!!” But then later, you think…”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WHAT IF I WOULDA HAD A PASSENGER?!?!?!?” I know I’ve talked about this before in my writings over at whatchacallit forums, but it was, and is, heartbreaking that I can no longer fly because of my health.

Grounded by health issues, at the ripe old age of 28. :/
I grounded myself BTW. I could go flying today if I wanted to and had the money.
They’d never know…until they did.
And I just couldn’t live with that.
Even if I was dead.

^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

At this point, I can only suggest to you, that you avoid fights at nightclubs and/or bars. While the dudes that are fighting are headed to either the hospital or jail, that leaves just that many more available women available. And even an ugly motherfucker like me can prolly increase his chances of getting laid with those kinds of odds. Some might go so far as to instigate fights between others just in case no one is fighting. But not me. Too risky. And like my frivolous and carefree sexual escapades to be dangerous and risky on their own merits. That’s why I carry cigarettes and not condoms. I’d rather need a cigarette after, than a condom before during and after. Sorry, but condoms are gross. I can decorate an entire room with my spoo, and it’s not NEAR as gross as a fucking nasty assed rubber sack full of the same fluid along with a sheen of her own special blend. It’s prolly at this point that you are asking yourself, what in the FUCK does this bullshit have to do with flying or why I stopped flying or WHATtheFUCKever or something. And it’s simple.

“Consequences will never be the same.” – some poor schlub 😦

^DC Breaks – Gambino^

Oh…are you not familiar with that “Internet Meme” or Viral Video” or whatever in the fuck they are calling it these days?
Well…then lemme bring ya up to speed!!!

^YouTube Dad freaks out over trolls Consequences will never be the same original^

Ya see? I’m hip. Or hep. Or whatever. I’m “with it.” I’m down with being cool and shit like that. I’m actually a very astute and well read/well spoken motherfucker. And I’m not just saying that. I mean, yeah, I’m saying that. But I mean it. I know all of the jargon that is popular with popular peeps, and I know that peeps are sheeps that give me the creeps. No wait. I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Cause I need to be all subversive and covert with shit like that. That way, you don’t know for sure that you know for sure, until you know for sure. Because I’ll be all like…revealing my evil plan and/or plans to plan evil plans…or at least, I’m planning on it.

Don’t worry…it’s all part of the plan.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

Enjoying the music?
Welp… let’s fuck that all kinds of up!!!

1630s, “awful, dreadful, terrible,” from Latin tremendus “fearful, to be dreaded, terrible,” literally “to be trembled at”
1756, “special vocabulary of tramps or thieves.
former British colony in China, from Cantonese pronunciation of Chinese Xianggang, literally “fragrant port.”
English – “the people of England; the speech of England,”
Modern – 1580s, “person of the present time”
c. 1300, from Old French dozaine “a dozen,” from doze (12c.) “twelve,” from Latin duodecim “twelve,” from duo “two” + decem “ten”
Vulgar – late 14c., “common, ordinary,” from Latin vulgaris, volgaris “of or pertaining to the common people, common, vulgar, low, mean,” from vulgus “the common people, multitude, crowd, throng,” perhaps from a PIE root *wel- “to crowd, throng”
Unsprache – “proto-language,” 1908, from German Ursprache, from ur- (see ur-) + sprache “speech” (see speech).
“that which is up,” 1530s, from up (adv.). Phrase on the up-(and-up) “honest, straightforward” first attested 1863, American English.
1650s, “a lurching or swaying,” from swag (v.). Meaning “ornamental festoon” (1794) is said to be probably a separate development from the verb (but see swage). Swag lamp attested from 1966.
1650s, “to point out,” back-formation from indication (q.v.) or else from Latin indicatus, past participle of indicare “to point out, show, indicate.” Especially “to give suggestion of, be reason for inferring” (1706). Related: Indicated; indicating.
c. 1400, “to brand, cauterize; stigmatize,” originally of criminal marks or cauterized wounds, from brand (n.). As a means of marking property, 1580s; figuratively from c. 1600, often in a bad sense, with the criminal marking in mind. Related: Branded; branding.
Not as bad as you might think. But that said, anything vaguely “Germanic” but non-specific seems to always bring up “Nazi” or “Nazis”…weird.
mid-15c. (implied in surviving), “to outlive, continue in existence after the death of another,”
Old English gear (West Saxon), ger (Anglian) “year,” from Proto-Germanic *jeram “year” (source also of Old Saxon, Old High German jar, Old Norse ar, Danish aar, Old Frisian ger, Dutch jaar, German Jahr, Gothic jer “year”), from PIE *yer-o-, from root *yer- “year, season” (source also of Avestan yare (nominative singular) “year;” Greek hora “year, season, any part of a year,” also “any part of a day, hour;” Old Church Slavonic jaru, Bohemian jaro “spring;” Latin hornus “of this year;” Old Persian dušiyaram “famine,” literally “bad year”). Probably originally “that which makes [a complete cycle],” and from verbal root *ei- meaning “to do, make.”

Sixteen instead of 15 random links since Online Etymology Dictionary has neither a “Link Of The Day” nor a random function…so…yeah. Or whatever. Hope it was good for you.
BTW…I took all of the definitions from the first page’s “tremendous” from the “tremendous thanks” bullshit or whatever, and just kinda ran from there.

Not that I’m not thankful for thanks.
I am.
I’m just currently sick and taking liberties with my current handicap(s) to get the sympathy vote.
Might even get me laid.
You might wanna take a raincheck currently tho.
I’m awaiting the results of your bloodwork to make sure you are safe.
Or…that I’m safe from you…I guess would be better stated.

^Audio – Collision^

I put my heart into these things.
I’m sure there are those amongst the more educated, worldly and wise…that would say…
“That doesn’t fucking matter! If your heart is in the wrong place, putting your heart into something render’s that whatever, null and fucking void.”

Q: Stubbed your toe lately?
A: Say fucking WHAT?!?!?!?
If you wanna get into a quotations pissing contest, I’m pretty sure that I can hold my own.
Yes, you may win…but that’s your objective. Isn’t it?
Not mine. I don’t look at life that way.
Life is not something to be qualified and quantified. That’s already been done for us.
Why waste time and/or effort doing what has been done?
Welp…maybe “wasTing time” is the issue.
Or at least…an issue.
Who the fuck are YOU to tell me what to do with my time.
It is mine afterall.
And you are the dumbass reading this shit.
Q: What are you looking for?
A: … — …
Oh…but you are persnickity about the source and/or sources of that help.
Must not be too important if you can choose to be choosy.
Carry on.

^Pendulum – “Propane Nightmares” (Celldweller Remix)^

Say…I have an idea…


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Do you really eat your boogers?
Q: Why?
A: ???
Seemed like an appropriate question at the time.
Of course, that booger prolly seemed like an appetizing appetizer at the time as well.
And you see where that got us.
/me shrugs


^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids (Original Mix)^

I’ve tried very hard to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Fuck you.

So…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Because she is needing to be taught a lesson in lesson teaching.

So…so…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Eat shit and die!!! Don’t piss me off motherfucker!!!

So…so…so…anyway…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.



Did you just ask me why?


Yeah…why did you ask me why?

Yeah YOU motherfucker!!! Why did you ask me why?
Can you REALLY not see what is happening here?!?!?
What about what IS happening here?
Can you see THAT?!?!?!?
Yeah…you missed “really” in that last exchange.

^Andy C – Haunting^

I get the feeling that Roob really does enjoy editing “this shit” or “my shit” or whatever you wanna call it. She says she does anyway. So…why would I not believe her? I’m not really “intending to make things difficult for her”…that was just a joke. But then, so is my writing…so…I digress.
It appears to me that the limitations of her blog software are more of a pain in the ass than anything. I know that Blogger gives me fucking fits when trying to repost “all my old shit” from the whatchacallit forums. And there are growing pains, and learning curves, and feature(s) deficits, and software limitations, and on and on andonandonandon&non&non&on&on&on. I guess a problem as I see it is control in and of itself. Standards are standard. The problem as I see it, is when you are expected to exceed 100%. And what do I mean by that…you may be asking yourself? Well…

EX: Last Quarter’s revenues were down 10% from the previous quarter.
And yet…those figures for the quarter are still 100% of what they are.

Q: How do you figure growth based on a loss?
A: <le yikes>
Le Yikes indeed.
How do you figure loss based on growth?
Yep…the door swings both ways…but in truth? Yep…we all know that numbers are nothing but fudge.
Whether or not that “fudge” is “shit?”
Well…you get to make that decision…now don’t you?

^Fantastic Bird’s-eye View of New York City! Landing in LaGuardia^

If you watch things…you will see things.

^Lufthansa Airbus A340-600 – spectacular landing at Newark Liberty International Airport^

All you need do…is look.

^Lufthansa A340-300 Dawn Approach, Landing and Taxi in Dusseldorf!^

So someone that I kinda sorta quasi-know, has been watching this series on Netflix called…
Travelers (TV Series)
The problem that strikes me right off the bat?
Q: If “present-day society” is so fucked up…how did these “travelers” from the future even come to exist?
A: !!!

Yep. What little I have watched has been kinda sorta interesting…but only kinda-sorta. To me, the entirety of the premise of the series presents the paradox itself, because tinkering with the past negates the future. And I’m not talking/thinking in a “totality” kind of way…but yeah. Eventually? Yeah. In totality. There is only so much tinkering that you can do in the past before the present becomes irrelevant. THE PRESENT?!?!?!?!? Yeah…the present. There is an implied simultaneousness there that does not exist. Therefore, the future no longer exists. Only the present. And at some point, even that becomes irrelevant with respect to the future, which means that “the past” no longer exists, so “future” no longer exists, therefore…”the present” no longer exists. This is what I would refer to as “a knot in time.” Yes, there is some embedding there.

“A knot in time” = “A not in time” = no time.

Meaning…nothing exists. Or at least…nothing no longer exists. Meaning everything no longer exists.
Now…some might say that these would be “a microcosm of the macrocosm.” But this would be incorrect. Because everything is connected. That said, I see a “hell” of sorts where these type of interference with “the all” would be dealt with by completely nulling out the existence of such time disruptions. However, thinking about information preservation, it does not completely null out the existence of this loop. It is simply stored in a separate and segregated section and sequence within time in order to protect time itself.

Q: Could it be used as an engine to drive time?
A: Sure. It can and is. But the problem is that time can and will distort only so far before the information becomes disruptive and destructive in a non-constructive way. Therefore…it is “knotted” within the fabric of time itself.
The same shit…over and over and over…forever.

^Alberto Ruiz – Alien (Original Mix)^

Let’s see what La Vagabonde are up to!!!

^No Autopilot? No Problem. (Sailing La Vagabonde) Ep. 67^

So…are you sure that you wanna know about “the synchros of time?”
Better be sure.

Because I can tell you that I have spent my entire life avoiding thinking about this kind of shit. That’s why I avoid most of the stuff that I avoid. Not that I “know” anything. But contextually…”knowing” and “proving” are two different animals entirely…aren’t they?
I can’t tell you how or why I know the things that I know. I can only tell you what I know.
And I admit that I am hesitant to do even that.

Um…there are times when I have hit my knees and begged God…
But I know that I can’t be anyone else.
I know that I can’t unknow what I know.
If I were to un-know what I know?
I would no longer be me.
I’m just…me.
And I am who I am.
And who am I?
I dunno.
Who do you want me to be?

^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game (Hybrid’s LA Blackout Mix)^

X: Hang in there.
Cade: 😦
X: …

^Knife Party ‘404’^

Luv ya all!

^Underworld – Born Slippy^



*I’m still laughing at his first joke… /wipes tear from eye… Ahh… what did you think, Click?*

*I know, right? Weird…*



11 thoughts on “Missive from ‘Merica: Kinda Super Stitches…

  1. Personal Note: The “I’ve tried very hard to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob” section?

    Genius editing Roob…genius. lol

    I laughed so hard I cried.

    ^Depeche Mode-Love In Itself (Remastered)^

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  2. /Quote: *I know, right? Weird…*
    Your link in the above with respect to “Weird”…of course points to…

    Boy. Do I have a metric fuckton of critiques on that write-up/article. But, I’ll not spam either of your blogs with them. Prolly won’t write them all down either. Prolly won’t write any of them down. But yeah, wowza. That’s a thinker. A tinker thinker…even. 😉

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      1. There is nothing wrong with Spam.

        Cut into thin slices of 1/4″ (inches, not meters) or so, then pan fried with no oil or grease.
        (Cause the Spam kinda…comes pre-equipped with plenty of heart-clogging greasy lard)

        Add following to your plate…
        Several slices of fried Spam
        Heaping helping of regular ol’ Macaroni & Cheese
        Heaping helping of French Fries
        Massive pool of ketchup on the side

        (NOTE: You can also make skillet cream gravy with the leftover Spam grease)

        Southern Cooking at it’s best.

        Now that you have an appetite built up…

        Sorry. :/
        I guess I could call it “The Cade Diet” or some shit like that.
        It’s kinda devoid of sustenance.

        Speaking of which…I have some ideas for 13.

        ^The Crystal Method – The Winner^


        1. Road Rash? My next post will include some ‘Road Rage’. No mention of road rash per se but it was certainly abrasive in the figurative sense 😉


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