*Again? Mind, you, Clicky, it would be ironic if the ‘Crown’ virus was indeed to see Fillip orf… /rolls eyes…*
Welcome, Dear Reader 😀 Today we have a lovely missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for your entertainment and delectation. For the self-isolating, take heart – you’re not alone 😉
Is it true that toilet paper in the UK is shitty before you even use it?
^BEACH HOUSE – MYTH^
If you think that’s funny, wait till I tell you that I started this writing back on 26 of January, which was long before toilet paper became “funny” in the public eye because of this krono-vyroos nine-erteen thingie. Yep, I wrote one line, saved the doc, closed it, haven’t touched this thing in almost two months.
How goes things with you? Everything OK? Ya’ll all separated from tyranny and out from under the thumb of Mig Mother? Footloose and fancy-free? An independent nation again? I bet there are certain interests trying to twist and gouge the fuck out of you because of all that Brexit business. Distort facts, manipulate truth, spin the fuck out of every scrap of information, hell-bent on punishing you libertarianistic fucks for leaving the family and jumping ship. Gonna make you suffer. Gonna make you pay for what you did. Make you think twice about ever voting for the unpopular stuff ever again. Which, is voting for shiny stuff ever such a good idea? Elected officials are supposed to be representatives, not storerooms, warehouses and/or distribution centers of goodies. Maybe I’m just an idealist. Purist? Realist?
Sure as shit am a wanderer.
^Glory And Gore^
Back in January, I had just watched some film on the NFL (American Football) starting to spread out all over the world. It’s gotten so popular in the UK that it would appear the NFL now plays one regular season game per year in the UK. Now, that may not seem to be that big of a deal, but it is. These teams only play 16 regular season games per year, and only half of those 16 are going to be home games. Yep, you heard right…football fans only get their team, at home, 8 times per year:
- Each game is 60 minutes, but most games last for about 3 hours;
- 8 times per year * 60 minutes = 480 minutes of official play (8 hours);
- 8 times per year * 3 hour actual game length = 24 hours (1 day).
So yeah, you get them 1 day per year
Anyway, they were talking about all the preparations which need to be made in order for the teams to make the trip across the Pond, and one of the sticklers was…toilet paper. Like, 300 rolls per team is shipped over months in advance because it would appear that American football players do NOT like the toilet paper (bog rolls) that you guys use over there. This revelation got me to thinking…
Q: How shitty could their toilet paper really be?
A: And is this before, or after wiping?
Hence, I guess the message was that toilet paper in the UK is shitty before you even wipe. Of course, that’s just a spoiled rotten and completely crass American’s perspective.
^Queens Of The Stone Age – 3’s & 7’s (Official Music Video)^
SAY!!! It just occurred to me that all this shut-down and lock-down business would be a GREAT fucking time to get some really unique data on water usage(s). This is going to be a highly unusual period, prolly can collect some really rare metrics, in realtime, and hedge the living shit out of that information. Water is the next Gold afterall. Solid data on solid Gold?
Camiliarity Breeds Fontempt
Is contempt the same thing as jealousy? Wondering here if contempt is some yet unrealized form of jealousy. You saw something, wanted it, went after it, then had some “all that glitters is not gold” kind of moment, and now you are in “DO NOT WANT” mode.
That “familiarity breeds contempt” nonsense really fucks with my head. You get to know someone, and you start to hate them? The statement implies that the one thing we all want (intimate knowledge of a something) is actually the path to something we don’t want. Not only that, it kinda implies that professionals, experts and masters all likely hate what they are good at. Hate what they have striven to know so well.
Strangled to death the one thing you once loved?
Love for future dead things?
Love for things that we know we can: A) acquire; and B) get the fuck rid of down the road?
Squeezed ever bit of adulation and joy out of this wondrous thing, and both you and it are left hollow and hateful? But back on the “path to a something we don’t want” idea, that makes me think of a Bible verse…
‘There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death.’
Not very encouraging to someone just beginning a journey.
Even less encouraging to someone halfway across the pond.
Gotta be downright discouraging to those who have the destination in sight.
^Lemon Demon – Jaws^
Feels pretty good to be righteous, eh? You always knew you were on the correct side of things, and now, wheels are turning in such a way that all you believe and all you espouse is indeed, right. Those wheels are turning exactly in your direction. Like, right at you. Headed right for you! MOVE GODDAMNIT!!! GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY!!!
Best not get squished
I’ve seen some instances of destiny arriving…it ain’t pretty. Not that you’d care prolly. You’re nothing but a greasy spot in the middle of a smoking crater. What do you care? We’ve never been through this before. Others may have, but not us. Do you realize how long it took Cholera to spread after Tambora erupted in 1815? How many epidemics and pandemics it took for this stuff to propagate and spread?
Are you old enough to remember “booster shots”? I dunno if they still do that, but it seems like we had to go in every six months for some, yearly for others, and the rest were on some 2, 3, 5, 7 year cycle or something like that. Was just sitting here thinking about a large event getting things rolling, and booster shot kind of events sustaining the primary event. Not that our planet is a living thing or anything.
Plenty of saucy talk on my Twitter feed on the topic of this nCoV-2019/COVID19/Coronavirus thingie. Loads of people taking the opportunity to tell others what to do. Some speak as if they know exactly what to do and have loads of experience with this kind of stuff, but I’m kinda skeptical because: A) we’ve never been through anything like this; and B) we’ve not been through this that is happening right now.
To be fair tho, much of this acerbity and scorn is likely just some people’s way of asking questions. They’re unsure of how to ask the questions they have, whom to ask, or maybe even questioning themselves as to the right questions to ask. As a result, lots of anger. Lots of contempt. Lots of lashing out. And of course, lots of opportunists trying to get others to sing their tune, and all in the same key.
^The Ultimate Showdown (with MP3 ♫)^
Some of the breeding contempt stuff makes sense. You gotta get rid of this something that you have become attached to, so what better way to do that than to brew up a festering cauldron of contemptuous poison to murder the living shit out of this whatever it is. Prolly why we break things in the manner(s) that we do.
(Usually, completely manner-free)
“Things” many times do for us things that we’d rather not be doing.
EX: Lawnmowers. No one wants to mow the lawn. Hence, when the lawnmower malfunctions or displeases us in some way? We lose our shit and beat the hell outta the lawnmower with whatever is readily available. Our contempt for mowing, manifests as rage when this task we hate cannot be complete, and that lifeless hunk of metal and plastic becomes our lightning rod.
Plenty of other professions and trades which require lots of contempt in order to perform the job with precision. Not gonna tell you any of the specifics that I’m thinking of right now, but that’s mainly because you’re smart, you’ve got your own life, and I’m sure you can think of plenty of jobs which require contempt. You can prolly also think of some permanent fixtures of all kinds which require contempt. Maybe even some really abstract ideas which require contempt.
^DakhaBrakha – Sho z-pod duba^
Camiliarity isn’t a word. Camiliar is also not a word. However, it appears to be a name.
Gent? Isn’t there also a town called Ghent? Some band called Soulwax hangs their hat(s) there?
That “Camiliar” lead me to something called Gotama Capital C.A., and a shitload of litigation surrounding this Gotama something. C.A.? What the fuck is a C.A.? And why is “Gotama” ringing a bell with me?
So which is it in this case…Chartered Accountant or Certification Authority? Google is showing me lots of pending lawsuits with Gotama’s name on it. Gonna assume that Gotama Capital C.A. is a Chartered Accountant. Must be some shady shit needs sorting, and Gotama is right in the big middle of it all. So who is Gotama Capital C.A.? I have no idea. Gogghoul tells me that they are embroiled in some something with HollyWall Entertainment, and maybe also with someone called Vapor Hub International. Sorry you…I know you are likely wondering what I’m on about, but I just seemed to have crossed paths with this Gotama and/or Gotama Capital before. It’s bugging me.
Arhat…I like hats…I want one. That fucking wizard hat of mine is still on backorder, and I wonder if I’m ever gonna get that damn thing. Especially with all these latest goings on.
The most funny thing about “camiliarity” is all the search results that Google provides. Page after page containing typos where “familiarity” is misspelled as “camiliartity”.
Dyslexia is sometimes kinda fun
Dyslexic vision is sometimes kinda fun
Certainly can be interesting and educational at times.
^Icicles – The Scary Jokes LYRICS (ft darkmario2’s Cold Heart)^
Once you’ve gotten past the contempt and jealously + the anger that those things bring, what is left?
Can’t be any hate because hate and contempt are gonna be pretty much the same things, where contextual jealousness has crept in due to some knowing.
That doesn’t even exist anymore. Depression has been substituted for Melancholy all things blah.
We can fix it tho. This depression? We can fix it.
Anyone who needs yourself some fixin’, step right up.
^Dayglow – Can I Call You Tonight? (Official Video)^
Just got news that someone b0rked their arm.
Get swell sooner rather than later. I woulda warned you against attempting to karate-chop trees or whatever else kind of nonsense you were up to, but we don’t talk much.
And whilst I’m at the wishing well doling out the well wishes, hope the shoulder is getting better.
^Alice In Chains – Them Bones^
If I catch this Coronavirus thingie, can I now update my CV to include “CV”? Saw somewhere earlier where someone had truncated nCoV-2019/COVID-19/Coronavirus to…CV. Truncating ‘Ka Ronin VI Rust One Nine-er’ to CV…
what could possibly go wrong here I wonder
I ask someone for their CV, and they lick my mouth instead of handing me a resume? Which reminds me, anyone familiar with Chicken-Pox Parties? Chicken-Pox Playtime Gatherings? Dunno if they’re still a thing, but they used to be. All kinds of bugchasers in the world.
Clarity = muddied
^The Chemical Brothers – Hey Boy Hey Girl (Official Music Video)^
The home of America’s Team is shutting down. So I hear anyway. I know someone who is being partially furloughed, and two others who have been told to prepare themselves for the places they work to be shut down indefinitely. Been keeping somewhat up to date on all the airline cancellations and even some suspensions. I can only imagine that much of the shipping industry is doing the same or similar. This is like 9/11 times a thousand or something.
Actually, I was just outside after hearing about all the closures, and I got to listening. I’m basically in the crotch of two major roadways, and there’s pretty much always a roar coming from those busy roads from all of the traffic. I listened…the roar is there. Got me to thinking about who is going where, and why so many if loads and loads of places are really shutting down. Got me to thinking about…
September 12th of 2001
Then September 13th of 2001
September 14th of 2001.
Quiet. Very quiet. Spooky quiet
No planes, no air traffic at all, no contrails, reduced traffic, lots of self-isolation. Loads of fear, loads of uncertainty, plenty of confusion, and some boiling anger. It occurred to me that maybe when I step outside, and no longer hear the roar of hundreds upon hundreds of tires on pavement? No lingering engine roar from all the aircraft in the air? Maybe even a silence close to that of 18+ years ago? Welp, that might be indicative that the shit has hit the fan.
It stormed all night last night
^Crumb – Locket [Official Video]^
This doesn’t feel like 9/11 (or, 11/9 for any overseas readers). This feels more like Hurricane Katrina.
^Fazerdaze – Lucky Girl (Official Video)^
Yesterday, I was pondering whether Uranus and Neptune can be considered twins. This evening, I see this.
^We May Have Figured Out Why Neptune and Uranus Are So Different^
Not suggesting that twins need to be the same or anything. I’ve known some twins that were quite different. Even have known some identical twins that were way different. Just wondering how the “twins” nomenclature has wandered off into more abstract realms, and whether or not the term is even applicable.
In terms of entanglement and/or spooky action, you move something here, something there moves also. What I never hear anyone talk about, is what happens if someone moves the something there. Does the something here still move? Gotta be some kind of weighted something that maybe dictates whether a companion particle or object, or whatever, emulates and mirrors its opposite’s behavior. Some observer effect kind of something, ‘cept more participatory maybe?
Which makes me wonder how participatory observation is. Does an observer do any kind of work that can be measured? Ever heard the term “human shield”? How much work does a human shield do.
If they absorb a blast of radiation which minimizes your own exposure, or take a shotgun blast which was meant for you, or maybe have some blame assigned to them that was actually yours? Sounds to me like some work is being done there. They ain’t doing much of anything, and yet, they are somehow doing a shitload of work. How is this possible? Maybe it’s an adjustment in the conditionals based on a contextual (and somewhat arbitrary) result. Adjusting outcome based upon a specific chain of events, all after-the-fact.
^The Jam – Town Called Malice (Official Video)^
Irrespective of whether or not you have children, you should check this flick out.
Pretty goddamn funny. Quite revealing too
^A Town Called Panic – Trailer^
– RING –
! !!!RUNG RUNG!!! !
– \R G/ –
The re mem burr ring…is a cold, cold ring.
A cold, cold thing…for re mem burr ring.
Re mem burr ring…is a cold, cold thing.
A cold, cold thing…full of cold, cold things.
Ring spelled backwards (gnir), when said aloud, almost sounds like…near.
BURRRRRR!!! It's suddenly cold in here
^The Power Station Get It On Bang A Gong^
Speaking of “after-the-fact”, that’s another thing that’s been burning my brain recently…
predicated upon the benefit of hindsight…
with no consideration(s) to hindsight.
That’s a difficult thought to express in text. Lemme try again…
Thinking and asserting without acknowledging having the benefit of hindsight
Not giving the past any credit.
EX: Samuel Morse – co-inventor of the Telegraph and co-creator of Morse Code. As a person in the now, I can say:
“Everything Morse and the people he worked with did makes total sense to me. I have no idea why they had such a difficult time creating such a simple contraption and its simple code.”
Firstly, they were moving backwards to forwards, and not forwards to backwards like we in the now. Secondly, prolly plenty of people in the world who could not even come close to creating a telegraph machine right now, nor are they likely to be able to understand Morse code. With that in mind, how can someone be so cavalier about diminishing someone’s achievements just because: A) these breakthroughs came long ago; and B) the technology is archaic by today’s standards? They put in all the hard work, did all the figuring, taught the rest of us what they learned, and we benefit. Hence, we can be some ungrateful little shits. But invention isn’t really what I’m thinking about here. I’m thinking in little less concrete terms than some tangible something.
What worked before, may not necessarily work now. Not evaluating your reliance upon, and the benefit of hindsight with respect to your decision-making, could be catastrophic. May be a good idea to evaluate whether or not you are you relying upon precepts in your decision making processes that you don’t even realize are there. And I’m not necessarily thinking about identifying things that we take for granted or givens. We rely upon these “given” types of things (I would think anyway) based upon or own personal experience(s) and our own personal usage(s). They are tried and tested, and others we interact with tend to also use and be aware of these types of things.
What I am thinking about here is not being dismissive of the possibility that your thought processes contain hidden elements that you didn’t even realize were there. And I’m talking foundational kinds of things. Things that, were they absent, you’d (potentially) be a completely different person, making completely different decisions based upon completely different thought processes.
This one is a mind-bender. I'm struggling more than usual here
Within one’s own self…how does one locate some hidden or potentially non-existent something, when this something is providing no discernible data as to its presence, its location or its function? How does one know when this something has been located, and lastly how does one determine what this something even is. Is the answer…
^Wannabe – Spice Girls (Vintage “Andrews Sisters” Style Cover) by Postmodern Jukebox^
Had another thought here regarding locating things that aren’t there, but I lost it.
Maybe we aren’t skilled in finding certain things because we never look.
Me? I’m still searching for bottom.
Seeing all kinds of crazy shit on the way down.
This thing may have no bottom.
I may be searching forever.
Makes total and complete sense.
^French 79 – Hometown [Official Video]^
Guess you gotta see it a time or two in order to believe it.
Don’t sweat it tho.
Soon, you’ll see.
^DAFT PUNK – AROUND THE WORLD (Official Music Video)^
It occurred to me tonight that most Twitter users aren’t following you, they’re following themselves. Even if you follow them, and they don’t follow you, they are following themselves, via you. Same goes for every other social media something I guess.
Speakers in the wheels of the bespoke
I woulda said “spokes in wheels of the bespoke”, but there is this odd decay or atrophic kind of something going on there. The main says something, you say something similar, those who hear you say something similar to what you said, and the message decays from there, necessitating a return to the source for the original message. So yeah, by following someone, you are nothing more than a medium for attracting those way down the chain to some source. Almost like a missionary. ‘Cept a follower.
Did you know there’s a something called Vulvovaginal Atrophy?
I guess some women with large(r) labia can’t wait that long and are getting their stuff shaved off.
Once you’ve gotten those already sexy lips shaved down to what you think is sexy (or popular/trendy at the time), I wonder what they do with the stuff that was removed. Speaking of, heard from a certain somewhere this morning that San Francisco has been closed. Shut down.
Sealed off. The whole city
LA appears to be doing the same. No idea how accurate this information is, but no doubt this is some old school shit goin’ on up in this hizzay. The walls are already going up, now all we need is some massive and impenetrable gates.
This person also told me that all elective surgeries are being cancelled. I guess unless you’re bleeding out of your eyes, having a heart-attack, have suffered some kind of major trauma, or are infected with nCoV-2019, you are unlikely to receive medical assistance over the next 2 to 3 months.
“Soft Wear Rot” and “Bit Decay” have suddenly taken on some whole new meanings.
^The Drums – Money^
Can you tell that I just got turned down for another job? Lots of soul-searching going on here. Looking for that something I’m missing. It’s there, just can’t find it. Even if I can find it, I can’t identify it. Question is, even if I do find it, and even if I can identify it, can I understand it? If I can do all that…
Q: Now what?
I guess if I knew where I was going, I’d maybe be in a bigger hurry to get there.
I don't, so I ain't
^M83 ‘Reunion’ Official video^
We hope your brain enjoyed Cade’s scenic ramble, Dear Reader, even if you yourself are confined to your abode…
*Cancel Culture Cretin Promulgates… /sighs deeply… There’s sick and then there’s sicko, Clicky…*
…We’ll have another post for you tomorrow, so make sure you come back then. And have a Song 😀