Experiment (n.)

mid-14c., “action of observing or testing; an observation, test, or trial;” also “piece of evidence or empirical proof; feat of magic or sorcery,” from Old French esperment“practical knowledge, cunning; enchantment, magic spell; trial, proof, example; lesson, sign, indication,” from Latin experimentum “a trial, test, proof, experiment,” noun of action from experiri“to try, test,” from ex-“out of” (see ex-) + peritus“experienced, tested,” from PIE *per-yo-, suffixed form of root *per- (3) “to try, risk.”

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I think I just started liking Twitter a lot less just now.

😐

It’s prolly more a case of I liking myself less.

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That said, we live and learn, I guess.

//me\\

\\shrugs//

^Cocteau Twins – Pur^

Anyway…so um…it’s Friday. It’s 13:20. I was gonna go get me something to eat, but my stomach just shrunk to the size of a walnut or smaller, so I’ll get to the important stuff.

Mer

*What? What did you spot, Clicky? …/squints… Mercury Transporter…MerC… /:O… 137 and Shewanella?… /wrinkles nose… Eww…*

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Middle East Respiratory Syndrome

Mers (Disambiguation)

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Mur

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Reston, Virginia

Washington Metro

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I had an idea. I had a thought. Started writing. Got sidetracked.

Idea = Gone

Maybe it’ll come back. Let’s keep writing, and see if it does.

UPDATE: I remembered <golf clap>

Just wrote two more sections, and as I was editing/formatting the above, I remembered.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Dervish (Club Mix)^

If someone spent, the better part of their life, not being able to talk to others…and then suddenly, they were able to talk to others… I wonder what that would feel like, when and if that same someone was suddenly not able to talk to others again. Would it be the same pain as before? Or would it be a new and different pain.

We are supposedly supposed to learn from others. Some employ the kick, some employ the pet. Some may even employ both, depending on present circumstance. Where is my heart? Like…right now…where is my heart? It was in all kinds of places just a few minutes ago. But something happened to change that. So, again I ask myself…

where is my heart? 

Welp…it sure the fuck wasn’t in “fear mode” prior to, and it sure the fuck doesn’t feel like “fear mode” now, so I cannot but wonder where my heart is. I don’t feel like retreating, and I don’t feel like advancing, so what is this feeling that I feel?

FON - Freak Of Nature

That’s the best I got. Don’t run to, don’t run away. Curl up, and take it. It’ll be over at some point. When the storm passes, pick myself up, and move on. No need to calculate…no need to tally…no need for facts nor figures…no need for revenge nor justice nor anything else…just, move on. I’ll know when I know, or I won’t. Either way, I’ll know.

FON <> Fawn

Just thought I should prolly point that out to anyone who might decide to look up the “Fight or Flight” concept. There has been an addition of sorts to “fight or flight response” types of research, and that is the addition of “fawn” to describe those who hunker down and take the beating instead of trying to fight or flee.

That does not apply to “FON”. FON is a knowing that you will survive the beating, and in fact, you are supposed to survive the beating. We’re on dangerous ground here.

^Simian Mobile Disco – A Species Out Of Control^

Let’s see what’s happening in the world of invention…

The IllumiBowl toilet night light helps you find relief after dark.

Illuminati = confirmed. 

They are watching you pee and poo. Anal probes are prolly next logical step. Might wanna think about potential “upgrades” for this glow shitter before buying one. Suddenly…”automatic updates” just lost ALL appeal 😉

I digest. I mean...digress.

I’ve always wondered what happens when I take a shit in the dark. I’ve also wondered what happens when I take a shit in the restroom of a discotheque and/or when I’m tripping balls on some psychedelic drug. It would appear that all of those questions can now be answered, and can be answered in the safety and convenience of my own home.

Not that I have a home, nor that I will be getting one of these new “glow shitters” when and if I do someday get a home of my own. But I can sleep well tonight in the knowledge that these things now exist in the event I do get a home someday. PLUS…I can rest well knowing, that someone…somewhere…out there…is shitting on a glowy toilet with a built in laser light show, that also kills the fuck out of bacteria.

Not to mention that, as the article points out, “the dark” of your own home, and you wandering through it “can be genuinely dangerous”. I guess light switches have grown far too complex or difficult to operate. Then there’s the communal nature of light switches: no telling who has been touching that light switch; they may not be as thorough and thoughtful as you are about washing their hands after touching your filthy bits all over while peeing and pooping. So why touch a filthy disease infested light switch if you don’t need to? People are diseased and filthy.

What a world.

^Mathew Jonson – Marionette^

K…so, I remembered where I was going with this bullshit. So the question now becomes…do I:

A) keep writing here, or

B) turn this into a missive and send it to Roob?

A: We'll see.

Time Now = 14:07. Date Now = Friday January 19th, 2018.

^Ross From Friends – Talk To Me You’ll Understand^

Lemme start this line of bullshit by giving a shade of insight as to how I see/interpret a lot of this crap transpiring “in the world”.

Simple = A War Of The Sexes

Yep, not a battle…this is full on, balls-to-the-wall…war.

Complex = The Internet

Things just got REALLY fucking simple.

Woah woah WOAH dude!!! You just listed “complex”, and are implying that the complex/complexity made everything simple?

Yep. The Internet = 100% male. 

You cannot dispute the above. It is fact. Designed in totality, and occupied by, males. Males and only males. There are no women/females on The Internet, and this is well known. If you don’t already know this, you are a fucking idiot and a moron, and should get the fuck off The Internet immediately, if not sooner.

Now that we are aware of “The Internet” being populated by just and only men/males, we can now further qualify and quantify what type(s) of men/males are occupying “The Web”.

Men are pigs.

Mystery = Motherfucking SOLVED!!! Next!

^Luke Vibert – I Love Acid^

Why would someone need to be equipped to take a beating? Don’t we need to determine motivation(s)? Establish right and wrong? Guilt and justice?

Q1: Do you know why someone is beating the fuck out of you?

A1: ?¿?

Q2: Do you know why someone wants to beat the fuck out of you?

A2: ¿?¿

If you choose to do so, there’s lots to think about there. And I’m not sure about you, but I’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit in my life. I’ve seen people get the fuck kicked out of them just because they were there. No rhyme, no reason…they were there, and that was the only mistake they made.

Now, you’ve prolly already jumped to both the “before” and “after” parts. But does that matter in the moment? Someone is standing on the street, and some other someone wanders by, and proceeds to kick the fuck out of the other, because they can.

^Jad & The Ladyboy – Step In My Direction | Exploited^

Now that you are questioning these events…may I point something out to you?

Q: Who is involved in this and these goings on?

A: Yeah...YOU!!!

Why are you involved all of a sudden, and who is it that you’ve got a mind to start beating up on? Not such an easy question to answer…is it? Because now, you are equally culpable. I hope you make the right decision(s).

Good luck.

^JMII – Thrills (John Talabot’s Early Edit)^

Can you imagine what God had to go through, in inventing humans, by getting their bodies to functioning well enough to take a shit? When you think about that, then follow the digestive tract backwards, and consider all that God had to do to get humans and their bodies functioning well enough to eat…Man, what a ride, eh?

Lots of things to consider there. 

I mean, prolly a reason or two for eating and shitting in the first place…right? Now…when you start to consider how much life is on this planet…Woah, that’s a lot of building. Prolly took some time. Prolly took a fuckton of time. Are we on the same page? Or have you already decided that, not only are we on the same page, but we are reading from the same book? I wonder what book it could possibly be?

 Erm...The Bible? 

OF COURSE!!! WHAT OTHER BOOK COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?!?!?!?

Damn. You are one narrow-minded motherfucker 

^Kevin Saunderson feat. Inner City – Big Fun (Simian Mobile Disco Remix)^

Lets see if we can pick up some messages that might be coming via alternate pathways.

Mercury (Element)

Isn’t Mercury, the element, kinda…prevalent in our modern world? Like…prevalent in ways that we may not like. Welp, you like your gold…right? If so, that means you like Mercury too. It also means you like Cyanide. The more you like Gold, the more you like Mercury and Cyanide. Not to mention your romance with explosives. Oh, and mining. Not to mention shipping and transportation services. And not forgetting the jewelry industry/industries.

Am I piling it on too thick? 

Or is it becoming more clear just how connected and interconnected everything is?

Mercury (Mythology)

Does everyone get their say? Andy Warhol sure seemed to have an opinion on the matter.

Campbell’s Soup Cans

Andy Warhol

Did you know that The Campbell’s Soup company now owns a Texas-born staple?

Pace Foods

What is significant about this fact, is that The Campbell’s Soup Company is based in New Jersey. Pace Picante sauce is as readily found in Texas pantries, as Mayonnaise is found in Holland, Denmark and England. And thanks to the movie Pulp Fiction, we all know what those idiots do with mayonnaise.

What are the top ten countries for mayonnaise consumption per capita?

BLOOPS!!! Holland, Denmark, and England are nowhere to be found on that list. Must be a statistical error. Or urban legend. Whatever the case, it’s sure to be human error.

^Mistakes Are OK – Forgiven (Edward Remix)^

*Yes, Clicky, what now? …/listens…*

*A second part? …/grins… Doo you mean a ‘number two’? …/rolls eyes… Okay. You go tell Cade what we’re gonna do, Clicky…*

*/hollers… OH! AND DON’T FORGET TO BRING THE LINK TO CADE’S POST BACK YOU… /sigh… Must of needed to go or sumfing…*

Dear Reader, the second half of this missive experiment will be along in a little while. Have a Song whilst you’re waiting…