“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me. He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.
“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.
He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”
“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”
Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.
“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”
He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”
“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.
I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀
“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”
I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…
*Heh Heh Heh…*
It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!
Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.
^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^
There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.
And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.
Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!
^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.
But if you will also notice...
All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.
^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^
How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.
The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.
Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
- One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
- Lift passes.
- Warm clothes.
- Money to facilitate the above.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^
As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.
So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.
Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).
So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of
“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”
Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…
“Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”
Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.
There’s always a better way.
These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.
Q: Now what?
A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^
*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*
Cade… Have a Song 😉