Dear Reader, currently I am tits deep into writing a story for the Underdog Anthology 3 book, due to be published in time for Halloween…
… Fortunately, the Okie Devil has sent through a follow up to the last missive, an experimental sort split into parts one, two and three…
*Alright, Clicky… simmer down… /sigh… lead on…*
Enjoy! And see you at the bottom 😀
Do it matter if you are right-side-up?
Or is it better to be upside down?
Does it matter when?
Or what we are doing?
Can you shift your hips just a shade to the left?
Is that good for you?
^CYMATICS: Science Vs. Music – Nigel Stanford^
Might be more to whatever, than just whatever, and whatever else. Not attempting to be like…ultra-vague here or anything, but I may be doing a good job at that. It just takes a little… erm …thought …for me to try and figure out what I am trying to say.
The best way for me to do that, is no real agenda other than to be understood, contextually, with respect to whatever it is that I am saying. Since I rarely know what in the fuck I’m going to say, keeping things conversational prolly helps.
Thank God for people to actually talk to...eh?
This shit might be boring, and rather one-sided otherwise. Methinks we got it pretty good. Some of us do anyway. Let’s not nitpick tho. Slo-Mo Guys have some new shit.
^Chinese Spouting Bowl in Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
I am quite the asshole.
Wanna know how?
I mean like…contextually.
I’m sure it’s already been WELL established that I am somewhat of a prick.
But yeah...check this shit out.
Roob? Yeah…she’s busy as fuck with all kinds of shit.
I even sent her a new whatever today.
And here I sit, just a few hours after sending her the previous whatever, and I’m writing another one.
So yeah…asshole…I am one.
Mystery = CONSTANT STATE FLATLINE TO THE Nth DEGREE!!! Next!!!
^Deadmau5 – Aural Psynapse || HD^
This word came up in a Tweet.
Does not appear to concern me.
^Awesome Scottish street music – Clanadonia^
Hey…the previous whatever, that has not even been posted yet, spun my head a bit. I had 21 browser tabs open with SHITLOADS of paths to follow to God only knows where. As a result, I feel a shade…hopeful.
There's always more to see in a sea of seeing.
Now we just gotta do it. I mean…not “do it“…unless you want to. But we might miss something.
FUCK!!! I’m confused now.
I dunno what to do.
Maybe you should drive for a while.
Was that my idea?
^Deadmau5 – Strobe^
OK…so…Roob was kinda pointing me in the direction of a certain blog yesterday, but I wasn’t really sure why. I’m not going to mention the blog, for obvious reasons.
So…I went back and re-read my previous whatever turned missive @ The LoL, and also the one before it, then I re-read both one more time just to be sure. There was some discussion via Twitter about Cassini, but I guess what caught my eye was this reference to “8-8-8-8” on Merovee made by some anonymous commenter whose name I will not use here. But where that led me, eventually anyway, was over to “Just Watching The Wheels Go Round“…and what appeared to be…a question…buried in there somewhere.
Q: Is that question…directed at…me?
A: How the fuck would I know?
Shit is applicable, or it isn’t. Only you know that state and the states of your own life. But that does get me to thinking about something that appears to be within the layers of “The Synchrosphere”…and that is…communication(s) and communicating(s).
^[Glitch Hop / 110BPM] – Pegboard Nerds & Tristam – Razor Sharp [Monstercat Release]^
- Nothing hurts worse than having something taken away from you.
- A stitch in time, saves nine potential pricks.
- You can’t judge a book by it’s cover, unless it’s a REALLY fucking cool cover.
- The grass always greener after you get out there and mow the goddamn lawn.
No wait…I jumped the gun there. Um…wanna watch a movie then we can fuck afterwards? Nah…that’s no good. Fuck the movie…let’s go for a walk, and discuss our options. Lemme put your shoes on for you so I can scope out your crotch.
- There’s no time like the present.
- You can’t please everyone.
- A bird the the bush is fine and dandy, as long as I am the bird, and you are the bush.
We doing any of that?
^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^
Q: What is preventing you from telling your story?
Yeah…that’s what I thought. But that’s your decision…ain’t it? God knows people get sick of hearing my bullshit. After hearing the same or similar, it ain’t long until people start looking at me like some run-of-the-mill average Joe. And that just AIN’T the case…is it?
I mean, not me…you. Nothing average or normal about you. You are a fiery wildcat of intrigue and wonder, just needing someone to wander your intricate and exquisite gardens. Right?
Q: Am I boring you with all this shit?
Meh…we gots more importants shits to gets to…like whether or not a certain question, nested and buried, within a post on a blog, pertains to, or was directed at…me. Yeah…me.
As in me, me, me, and only me.
A: Yes. But there is little difference between my nightmares and my dreams. Mainly because, I include time in my thinking. That means a beginning, and an end.
Dreams…the seed of nightmares.
Nightmares…the seed of dreams.
^deadmau5 – Right This Second^
It’s not really that difficult to do.
Q: Did you hook up?
Then a breakup is possible. This “together forever” bullshit is already happening, and was happening LONG before we hooked up, so why dwell on such trivial things? In order for forever to be forever, you gotta actually go the distance…forever.
So…why dwell on that when it’s SOOOO much easier to pick on the little shit that is going to prevent the “forever” from happening in the first place…right? I mean…this is gonna be for-fucking-EVAR…right?
Wanna and GOTTA get all this shit sorted before we get there, otherwise, we might get there with some shiftless shitbag that ain’t worth a flying fuck. Wait…am I trying to talk you into something…or out of something…and why would I want to waste my time with either? It’s your time too.
I personally, did not watch the video that follows, but reserve the right to do so at a time of my choosing, assuming that I choose to choose to watch it.
^More on 337^
Yep…this mystery person posted a video on some mystery blog. 8-8-8-8 was mentioned. That got me to thinking about some things, and as I write now, it gets me to thinking about my  set used for denoting the end of a string within a certain context. Keep in mind that this “context” is a simultaneous context of both beginning and end, hence, there are two zeros and not one.
The additional zeros are there for denoting…erm…anyone trying to go somewhere they should not be going. The first thing that popped into my head, was something that I mentioned to Roob about 88 permutations between 1° and 90° within a prism or 90° arc of light travel within that 90° band. So yeah…Pi and SoPi…since light itself is going to be wound and unwound at different points. Something I think important to keep in mind here tho.
IMPORTANT SHIT: It's been done.
We’re catching up AND lagging behind…all at the same time. So, maybe that’ll open some mental doors as to how time can and DOES travel backwards and forwards at the same time, within our construct of time and times. So that’ll get us back to one of the biggies, that I postulated in a poem, on a whim, at some random-assed blog about Tarot cards.
^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^
So yeah…when eight(8)…becomes zero(0).
So yeah…when eights(8’s)…becomes zero’s(0’s).
I dunno…you got the time for me to explain it?
Makes a lot of assumptions on both our parts yeah?
As far as I’m concerned…I’m still talking to myself and/or no one in particular.
Subject to change…unless not…whatevz.
^deadmau5 – Unofficial and UNAPPROVED video my labels management just threw up here.^
‘Time has ended twice, and the time for time to end thrice, shall never be, as far as I can see.’
I’m paraphrasing there, but I wrote the fucking thing so I’m taking some artistic license with my own bullshit. So let’s hit on the concept of “intentionally misleading someone” since it appears to be on some minds here and there. To do that, let’s wander back up, to the previous paragraph, and think about that thought of “It’s Been Done”…cause that can help us.
Q: What does diminishment of one, achieve for all, in this case and in these cases?
I’m not gonna answer for the class here…but yeah…I’m gonna answer for the class here.
If your calculations are showing otherwise, you are prolly operating on entirely “too something” of a timeline and/or timelines. Whether that be too short, too long, too broad, too narrow, too square, too round…whatever.
Don't think so?
Q: Name me one person/entity, throughout the history of histories, that is missing.
A: Yeah. Not such a long walk, eh?
So…that leaves only all of us, and everyone and everything else.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^deadmau5 – Limit Break^
Chances are good…I know. Doesn’t matter what you preface that with. The chances are good, that I know. Who knows me better than me? Welp, we’re right back to the answer of the previous question.
So yeah…is it possible that someone knows me better than me? I dunno. I would say that the potential exists for someone to know me at least as well as me. Anything beyond that, we’re gonna have to stretch and warp time and times in ways that I’m not real sure time and times were meant to be bent.
I mean yeah…I see all kinds of ways to fuck with time, and you don’t need a goddamn machine to do it. To me, machines are gonna be a nuisance for the most part. Too many variables among the knowns and the unknowns. That said, that “revelation” of sorts as to “all participants appearing simultaneously at the moment of a time-machine’s creation” sure did strike a chord with me.
Lotta folds and folding.
Lotta melds and melding.
Lotta shapes and shaping.
Almost like…someone has done this before. Maybe even…many times. I have no doubt the pathways are there. I have no doubt that travel though and via these pathways is not only plausible, but also possible. Lotta…”time-based things” to consider tho. Like say…everything.
^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Limits Get Broken (NCB17 Mashup)^
We’ll take a step backwards real quick, just to show how easy time travel is.
Neil deGrasse Tyson + Neil deGrasse Tyson’s father and mother = time travel
Neil deGrasse Tyson – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_deGrasse_Tyson
That wasn't such a long walk now was it?
I watched a bit on him and his thoughts on time travel, and they simply don’t jibe with the concept of time. Not from a “from the/a present” perspective anyway. I coulda swore that he talked about his father dying of a heart attack or something. Or maybe even that he was shot? I dunno…would have to go watch the whatever again or something…but I’m usually wrong on so much shit that maybe there wasn’t a documentary at all. Should be easy to prove on all counts tho.
^California Love- Deadmau5^
That does bring up an interesting bit tho with respect to incorporating fiction into fact based anything. I personally try and avoid shit like that when I write. Which is prolly why, I don’t write. Not fiction anyway. I mean yeah, I’m really a billionaire, have a giant penis, several cool cars, and am currently available for dating. But all my cars are in the shop, my primary residence is undergoing renovations, and I’m currently shuffling some assets around for tax purposes…so…you’ll prolly have to pay for dinner.
Q: What time can you pick me up?
A: Anytime...is good for me.
I am SOOOOOO getting laid this weekend!!!
^deadmau5 – Sofi Needs a Ladder^
Yeah…I’ve no idea what I was supposed to see over at Merovee. Maybe Roob will tell me. She’s pretty cagey like that. And I don’t really mind. I enjoy our talks/our friendship. Tis nice to be able to talk to someone. But yeah…a lot of shit I either try and avoid completely, or spend a shitload of time trying to ignore it. I am, afterall, kinda…alone.
Time to digress here.
^Hey Baby – Bruce Channel – HQ^
I needed a change of music here…because I am about to relate a dream that I had 4/5 years ago.
There was…erm…a conflict that had arisen. This conflict, crossed not only planets and galaxies, but also times. I was enlisted to help here on Earth/Terra, but I was one of the last “recruits” that was enlisted. Actually…“the” last to be recruited/enlisted to help. I guess there was a missing element that was being sought, it could not be located, and I was it. I had no idea as to any of these goings on, and was really kinda lost as to why I was needed at all.
When I “arrived” for processing, I was alone except for the staff. I rode a very long elevator up into the sky, and caught an escalator from there. It was beautiful. The elevator stopped just above the clouds, the sun and sky was a bright and beautiful burnt orange, and the cloud tops were a mesh of dark grays topped by this orange glow. I rode the escalator short ways to a translucent deck, where I was met by someone who ushered me straightaway past all of the ropes and barriers.
“We’ve been looking for you, and I cannot believe that we found you. Let’s hope it’s not too late.”
We wound up at a wooden door that was attached to a rather ramshackle building. My guide looked at me rather sternly, but in an understanding manner, as if they had something to tell me, but could not…and then, they led me through the door.
^Mickey & Sylvia – Love Is Strange^
As we entered, there were people laying around everywhere. Injured. Obviously, these were “the first wave” and had been fighting against some unseen oppressor. Suddenly…there were people that I recognized. I didn’t know these people, but yet I did. All people that I had met in previous dreams that I had shuffled off as coincidence and/or just dreams.
And yet…here they were. All these individuals that had been speaking to me in my dreams, yet they did not know me, and I did not know them. It was devastating to see. How could I have missed all of this? What could I have done differently? Was there a way to salvage my errors? I had no fucking CLUE what the fuck was going on, except that for some reason…I was needed. Flash forward 20 years.
Q: Who is “Captain America”?
A: Don't ask me...I just work here. I used to anyway.
^Stay-Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs-original song-1960^
Yeah…I left a lot of shit out. Well, not a whole lot…but to be fair…it IS my dream. Or at least, it was. But I think that at least some of the basis for this dream, was/is when and where we read into shit. People within this “enlightenment” movement bullshit will tell you that your ego is your enemy and/or worst trait. But…what if I have no ego? Does that make me the worst of all? Some pretentious prick who is operating under the delusion that I have no ego?
Hey…you asshats take some of your own medicine. You fucks are bonked out on drugs most of the time…so…potato potatoes inside fucking whacked out tomatoes…or something.
Just cannot jibe with this...
“welp, I’m better than you, because you are worse than me”
…kinds of bullshit thinking.
I’m not gonna go fuck a goat just so you can be better than me.
Plus…I don’t have to.
I have a hot date this weekend.
^Just One Look – Doris Troy (1963) (HD Quality)^
Just looked at the clock…MIDNIGHT!!! 00:00 on Friday 15 September 2017.
I better get a bath.
I have a date.
I prolly should make it a cold one.
^Its in his kiss – Betty Everett^
RAWR!!! RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!! RAWR!!!
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I’ve not done one of those in a while. I wonder if there is a reason for that?
^Mary Wells – My Guy^
I’ve come to the end of this one.
I hope that you enjoyed it. Srsly…I do.
Did we cover everything? Did we cover anything?
Yep…we seem to have covered everything.
COVER = COVERED!!! Let's get naked!!!
^The Supremes – Baby Love^
Um…I wonder…what would happen…if all of the UK…and eventually the world…woke up one morning…to news that…
“STONEHENGE MONUMENT VANDALIZED OVERNIGHT!!!
STONES REARRANGED FROM CIRCLE INTO SQUARE!!!”
Don't worry...I'll put them back.
^”Personality” Lloyd Price^
Tis currently 01:08…and I gotta add one more bit here, and it may be for some of the reasons you think, and may even be about some reasons you’ve not considered.
I’m sitting here proofing-ish this whatever, and doing some spellchecking…when all of sudden…at my door…
Door: Knock Knock Knock.
Cade: /cants head…that can’t be right…/pause
Door: Knock Knock Knock.
Cade: Lifts one headphone ear…no fucking way…
Door: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
Whatshername: Is the water working in your bathroom?
Cade: Um…I think so?
I took my headphones off, put them down, then proceeded to the bathroom under her watchful eyes that were for some reason…as big as pie-pans. I turned the water on in the sink, turned to my left to tell her, “Yep! It’s Working!” When…to my right…I hear the toilet go “KER-FLUSH!!!”
Scared the living shit out of me…but it appears that she snuck in behind me, and flushed the toilet as I was turning in the opposite direction in order to tell her the sink was working. I hastily evacuated the bathroom, since I almost evacuated my bowels.
Whatshername: The toilet AND the shower is not working in the other bathroom!!!
I wander in that way, she expediently dashes past me, and proceeds to the shower, where she turns the handle, which proceeds to bubble some air and not do much else from the shower head.
Cade: Is the hot water on?
Whatshername: I had it on cold, and the toilet is not flushing either.
Cade: That’s not what I asked. I asked if the hot water is turned on.
Whatshername: No. But everything has been working fine with it off before…so.
Cade: Do you mind turning it on for me?
I then turn the sink on, and it works fine.
Whatshername: The sink has always worked fine.
Cade: Please. Will you please, just…turn the hot water on?
She turns the hot water on, I turn back to the shower, turn it on, it bubbles and spits a few times, then comes on like normal.
I didn’t think it possible, but somehow, her pie-pan eyes got even larger. I mean, were talking anime eyes fucking huge here.
Whatshername: How is that possible?
Cade: Sometimes, when you are constantly turning the water on and off at different spots…air will get in the lines and the water won’t work at all.
I let the water run a bit, her eyes returned to a size less frighteningly huge, and we conversed a bit as to the specifics.
I decided to add a song here, and the following was next in the playlist from that “Unusual Music” playlist from the other day.
You can’t make this shit up.
^Tom Waits Better off without a Wife^
Comfort is achieved…not assumed.
Or whatever. I dunno. I just got here myself.
^Ballet Mécanique – Leathern^
I like this song.
^The Minds Of 99 – Rav^
^The Shirelles – Baby It’s You^
*I dunno, Clicky… /raises eyebrow… Come on, let’s get back to writing the story…*