I thought that today I would start with a Song, Dear Reader, as this post will feature an extract from the scribblings mum was writing for me and my sister Juju before she died. It’s about her mother, Eileen… my Nanny Packer…
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Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!**)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)
Now comes the hard part, my immediate family. Do I write nicely or do I write warts and all?
What can I say about Eileen? My Mum was a lovely lady even though I had loads of ups and downs with her. She was funny and intelligent and very obstinate. In a way I feel that she was held down all her life, and had quite a big chip on her shoulder because of it. She was the second eldest daughter and because Mary, the eldest, was living with her Grandmother (referred to as Grammum), a lot was put on Eileen’s shoulders work-wise; she felt that she had been a skivvy all her life.
She always believed she was plain and Ann, who was born only ten months after her, was the pretty one, getting more attention than her. She remembers that she was bony and never smiled, and that Ann was cuddly and fluffy, using her charms to get out of doing things.
Nanny Alger kept having children so the brunt of the work fell onto Eileen. She gave birth to fourteen children but Eileen remembers her mother as always being pregnant. There were several miscarriages and often Eileen was sent off to the chemist with a note, a shilling and a cup. She would bring back some liquid for her mother to take. Although she never knew what it was, I think it was a substance called ‘slippery elm‘, which was an age old remedy for unwanted pregnancies (it was still around when I was fertile I never had to take it because the pill was out but it might still be around now).
I just watched an episode of ‘Rome‘ and I believe that was what was used on a poor lady so it probably used for hundreds of years.
Eileen left school at 14 years old and went to work at Peek Freans. Apparently the factory came to the school to see all the girls and took them all on to work at the factory, which was in Drummond Road. Then they sacked all the 18 year olds because they had to pay adult rates at 18, replacing them with 14 year olds. People say ‘the good old days’ but imagine having no security or education, and knowing that you were like cattle rather than individuals.
Incidentally they had no secondary schools or further education in those days unless you had money. You started school at 5, if your parents were that way inclined, and left at 14. The boys, if they were lucky, were taken on as apprentices and parents had to sign papers called indentures (no, Julia, nothing to do with teeth lol). They had to work for the employers for 5 years and then they had an exam to prove that they were qualified in their skills, before being sent into the big wide world to ply their trade. A carpenter or electrician or tailor would take a new boy on every year. Those boys and their parents considered themselves lucky if they were indentured. And you can see how women were kept down – the only choice was factory work, maids, or waitressing. Remember it was not that long after women’s suffrage.
Because of the area they lived in was right on the docks, lots of the boys’ dads were dockers or stevedores, and they had to have a ticket to work. It was always a foregone conclusion that the a boy would get a job in the docks if his father worked there, as it was usually kept in the family. Funnily enough none of Granddad Alger’s sons wanted to work in the docks.
God I do digress
Eileen for some reason was not put on the production line but in the kitchen of the staff canteen. I think it was because of Aunt Mary, who already worked there – she pulled strings through her husband and got Eileen an easier job (I would rather be on the production line any day). I think it was because Mary thought they would get more to eat if Eileen was in the kitchen because food a home was not plentiful; adequate but certainly not plentiful.
Can you imagine living in a house that was straining at the seams and just Granddad Alger Working? You had a breakfast and an evening meal. No crisps, no chocolate bars, no fizzy drinks. Life was barren, but fortunately Eileen would buy 6 penny worth of broken biscuits, the only luxury.
Eileen had no choice: Nanny Alger was dependent on her wages and that’s how life was in those days. She carried on for a couple of years and then one day she prepared prunes and custard for afters, and instead of prunes she opened a tin of pickled walnuts and served them up with custard. She got the sack. She was coming up to 18 anyway, so got herself a job with J Lyons and Co as a waitress. In those days Joe Lyons had a tea shop in every high street, and he also had posh tea shops in the West End called Corner Houses. The high street shops were very reasonable.
Ordinary people used them all the time if they had the money, but the Corner Houses were special for high days and holidays. You could walk through the ground floor and posh sales assistants would sell you special handmade chocolates, beautiful gateaux and deli like smoke salmon and such. Even when I was a teenager they were still around but they were self service places by then.
The waitresses were called ‘Nippies‘ because they gave fast and quick service (take that how you will), and Eileen was fast, so was quickly promoted to Gold Star Waitress. She was sent all over the country, wherever she was needed. She even went on a course in Jersey somewhere. She was born in 1910 and in those days manpower was cheap and service was expected at all times. She even served at the Ideal Home Exhibition when Edward the 8th came for the opening.
There was not a lot to do in those days for leisure except going to the pictures, parading up and down looking good, and the odd, rare dance. Eileen was really into fashion and always had her clothes made in the East End, but she said she always got the rough boy and Ann got the handsome one. The pictures of her show her looking very smart and she was good looking, but she never smiled and it makes her look standoffish.
Funny but I always had the same problem, people in the street would say to me, “cheer up it might never happen!” when I was perfectly happy and not aware I looked miserable. Julia is the same – we have just got miserable faces, I suppose. Ruth on the other hand lives in a world of her own and is totally oblivious to anybody even calling out…
I have another post brewing on The Fourth Turning, Dear Reader, so will be back soon with that. In the meantime, do enjoy the flowers placed on the sidebar, sent from The Okie Devil, as described in his last missive…
… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀
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WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.
Was just thinking.
I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.
DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.
Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?
A: ???
30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.
720 hours = 43,200 minutes.
Q: What’s your time worth to you?
A: ?¿?
Q: Since when did my time become your time?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Does that make your time my time?
A: ¿¿¿
Got the time?
^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^
I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.
The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?
Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto
…full of illegal immigrants,
white trash,
niggers,
terrorists,
drug addicts,
unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry
and other various assorted hood-rats...
but not everyone can be you.
^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^
So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?
Things change mang and/or mangette.
Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…
“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”
…hence
…big mamma called me.
But it gets weird from there.
^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^
I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.
Lolz
Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.
Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.
OH! You don’t?
Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.
You might wanna read the label, chief.
The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.
I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.
But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”
^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^
Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.
And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices.
And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.
For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.
Layers. Does that help?
^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^
MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?
CADE: Sure.
MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?
CADE: Yesssss….
MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?
CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.
MA: …
CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.
MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.
CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.
It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.
CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?
MA: They better not be.
I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.
CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.
MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!
CADE: Whatever you say.
MA: <laughs>
CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.
MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.
CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.
MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.
CADE: Why is that?
MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.
CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?
MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.
CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.
MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.
CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.
I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.
^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^
The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!
1 = 1.
500,000 = 1.
73% = 1.
27% = 1.
100% = 1.
1 v 1
Yep...that's all there is.
Mystery = WHATEVER!Let’s Us Continue, Eh?
^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^
We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.
Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.
I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.
/shrug
^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.
Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.
There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?
I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.
Q: I wonder how much information weighs?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^
MA: You are?!?!?
CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.
MA: Where are you going?
CADE: West.
MA: Do you have somewhere to go?
CADE: Yeah…west.
Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?
CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.
MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.
CADE: You have?
MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.
CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?
MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.
CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?
MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.
CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.
MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.
CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.
We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^
CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!
MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.
CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!
MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.
CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…
MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.
CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.
MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?
CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…
MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.
Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.
MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.
CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.
MA: That’s still a lot of money.
Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.
Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?
MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”
CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.
MA: No…she didn’t.
CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.
MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…
CADE: A bastard?
MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.
CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!
MA: She’s dead now.
CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤
Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^
CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?
MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?
CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.
MA: She’s 80 today.
CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.
MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?
CADE: lolz…20 years ago?
MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.
CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>
MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.
CADE: That’s cool.
MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.
CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.
MA: You don’t ever check the web?
CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug
MA: Oh…they do to care.
CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.
MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.
CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.
MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.
CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤
MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?
CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.
MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.
CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.
MA: Can I hug you?
CADE: No.
We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.
MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?
CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.
MA: OK.
She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.
It was a great time.
I am thankful for it.
^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^
So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.
Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?
A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?
Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.
Q: Seeing a trend yet?
A: ?!?!?
I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.
EX: Do you like to fuck?
Me neither.
Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.
I’ll try and be good at it.
Hell…we may even like it.
😛
(no promises tho)
^ATTLAS – I Need You More^
Chances.
Chances…and taking them.
What are the odds?
Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.
50/50 = 1 v 1
Q: Which one do you want?
A: …
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^
If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.
Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?
A: ???
I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?
Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…
No matter how, you shake and dance…
The last two drops, are going in your pants.
Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉
^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^
This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.
She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?
That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?
MA: I was a terrible mother.
CADE: Um…no you weren’t.
MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.
CADE: You aren’t now.
MA: But I was then.
CADE: Then isn’t now.
MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.
CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.
I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.
Whatever works tho.
^Sasha – Rooms^
I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.
Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.
I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.
Not that I've thought about that or anything.
The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.
On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in BlueFrank’sSmoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.
On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…
symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium“drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion“drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes“drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn-“together” (see syn-) + posis“a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen“to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)-“to drink.”
The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]
The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial.
*/squints…*
I also met Red Frank’sbrother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…
*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*
I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…
This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…
wolf (n.) Old English wulf“wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo-“wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas“wolf;” Old Persian Varkana-“Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).
This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]
Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.
…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…
Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.
…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…
Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.
In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.
Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?
It didn’t at the time.
Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.
Fast forward to today.
Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
F, A, N, G. What does that spell?
Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.
Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?
Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.
Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…
I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.
That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…
… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…
… Alas he didn’t use it…
*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*
Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…
Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…
Clicky has supplied all the images, below…
*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*
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OMG!!!
Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.
🙂
😐
😦
I am not sure how I feel about this.
Meh…I’ll figure it out.
^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^
To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows
Yeah…that motherfucker right there.
That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.
No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?
(Mental Note to check tomorrow)
To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug
Roob is quite aware that I…
A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,
B) HATE death stories/death announcements.
And yet…she prods my sour ass on.
Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz
BUT! She inspires me. As do others.
Hence…I express, now digress.
^CeCe Peniston – Finally^
What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…
“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”
Yeah…scary shit, eh?
Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.
Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?
Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.
Yep...there's power in thought.
Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.
And nailed it…
and nailed it…
and nailed it.
<yawn>
^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^
This comment of…
“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”
…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.
Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?
Well played.
Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.
Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.
I don’t like to discount possibility.
I see the influence.
I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.
Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?
Someone to talk about shit with helps too.
Just sayin.
^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^
I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?
^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^
Also from that ZeroHedge story…
“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”
O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.
We'll get to walls in a minute.
But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.
Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.
So yeah...walls.
China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!
So yeah...CIA.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Duran Duran – Notorious^
They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.
More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.
Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.
It’s cloudy this morning.
^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^
Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.
Tortillas come to mind.
But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.
After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…
Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?
A: ???
“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.
“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.
Sounds...Babylonian.
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
(Just play along here...k?)
Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?
A: 07:00 AM
Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?
A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.
Q: What if there is traffic?
A: I don’t own a car.
Q: What if you need one?
A: I don’t.
Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?
A: Wouldn’t affect me.
Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.
A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.
Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.
A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?
Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?
A: …
^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^
So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?
Q: Where’s the good in that?
A: ?¿?
The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?
A better kind of bad.
Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.
Heh...heh...heH!!!
^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^
Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.
^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^
X: I’ve done that a time or two.
Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.
X: So I’ve heard.
Cade: I can see that.
X: Which part?
Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?
X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?
Cade: Isn’t it obvious?
X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.
Cade: The questions are already there.
X: That’s what I meant 😉
Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.
X: Assuming we get there.
Cade: lolz…we?
X: …
Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.
X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.
Cade: Is that the first one?
X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?
Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.
X: Why not?
Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.
X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.
Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?
X: …
Cade: That wasn’t a question.
X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Cade: I got nothin.
X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.
Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.
X: Is that all you can do?
Cade: What else is there?
X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?
Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.
X: You see any purpose in that?
Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.
X: Does that scare you.
Cade: I like yellow /shrug
X: That’s not what I asked.
Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.
X: Then what?
Cade: I’ll keep going.
X: Almost there.
Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.
X: Times change.
Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.
X: Are you sure?
Cade: Not yet.
X: 😉
Cade: 🙂
^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^
I’m gonna take a break for a while.
I'm not saying goodbye here.
Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.
^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^
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*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*
*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*
They are the pages where an unwilling messiah Brian, Mr Creosote, the Ministry of Silly Walks, a football team of philosophers and a dead parrot were all born. Now, more than 50 notebooks of original sketches and ideas for Monty Python have been donated to the British Library by Michael Palin.
The public will now be able to freely peruse Palin’s archive of writings from 1965 to 1987, including the books where he and Jones would write the early sketches for Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
*That’s right, he’s also an epic traveler, Clicky…*
Secondly some exciting Smokie Drinkie News, Dear Reader…
*Virtually… /knocks of ash and relights…*
And for number three… */thinks…* Ah! This made me chuckle… An explanation of a shambles for the British viewing public…
— Richard W. Jones ❤⛽ (@richardwjones) June 12, 2017
And now a new missive from The Okie Devil for you, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤
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MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^
It’s late Sunday night, and I’ve been busy with not much all day. However, I was able to somehow squeeze in a movie, and now I will suggest you check it out. It’s called Birdman, it’s a superhero flick, and I’ve avoided it for some time.
Q: Who has two thumbs and recommends you see this flick?
A: The guy who is typing this and occasionally hitting the space bar with his thumbs.
There have been several movies that specifically address the concept of what a superhero is. Mystery Men is a good example, but so is Daredevil and Watchmen. That said, this one not only sticks to the topic more along the lines of Mystery Men and Kick-Ass, it crosses the line a bit more. It kinda rubs your nose in both concepts of fantasy and reality as it pertains to “the hero.” That’s what I got out of it anyway. I’m sure I’ll get more and more out of it the more I watch it. Assuming that I ever watch it again. But I would given the chance.
It’s very clever and tells a great story about Hollywood and Broadway actors.
Ya know? People.
Yeah…this movie is full of people.
Towering people.
People teetering on being toppled.
^Apollo 440 – Can’t Stop The Rock^
That’s all you’re getting from me. I mean…she said all that shit above, and not me. So if the movie is now spoiled,…erm…too fucking bad…blame her, or stop looking at the pic or something.
I had heard that this movie was weird.
This is movie is far from weird…it’s good ol’ fashioned completely fucked up.
Plus…”the bad guy” or “villain” in this one is quite cleverly disguised/costumed, and is one of the more interesting villains in recent memory.
You’d never even know they were there.
Meh...you'll figure it out.
^The Crystal Method – Blowout^
BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
So…dripping in guilt…um…yeah…I got to read a book I didn’t pay for.
The only way I can quasi-make up for it…is actually read the fucking thing.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time thinking on it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time writing about it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is….erm…I dunno.
I’ll leave it to you to devise something devious and clever as punishment for the thrashing I’m about to give it.
This will not be my intent…but I always look on the bright side.
Weird that we can only see it through the dark.
Weird.
^Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun^
The Mark. I don’t like this book. I mean…I love it. But yeah…I don’t like it. I dances all around some really pertinent and noteworthy topics, a shitload of topics actually…and it does this very cleverly. Great story.
The author tells a very long, slow-moving story very quickly. I guess I could just say that it reads well, but I didn’t. Until now…but yeah…well written and easy on the English/UK slang. Almost like another story I noticed by this publisher where it appeared to me when an American author was attempting to use UK slang, this story appears to me as a UK author trying not to use UK slang. Weird. I prolly wrong on all counts, but no one cares…so…meh. I guess the way that the backstory is woven into the now really kinda keeps it flowing. Not saying that I had the urge to skip pages and read ahead because I didn’t have those urges…but I wanted to. Weird, eh?
I guess some of the “ingrained English culture” that sometimes makes those in the UK appear so fucking weird to the outside world, is starting to make a little more sense.
^Moloko – Sing It Back^
These pertinent and noteworthy topics I mentioned, are always pertinent and noteworthy. I guess the measure of their noteworthy depends on the time and times in which they are perceived to occur. Lots of people still freaked the fuck out by The Internet. But that’s not really a stretch is it?
There are those who like theatre/stage, there are those that like opera, there are those that like theatre/movies, there are those who like church, there are those that like books, there are those that like nightclubs, there are those that prefer to stay home and watch television, there are those that like to sit outside and just…watch. I prolly missed some options or twenty in there, but you get the gist. Especially when you flip most of those into participant and observer roles, and then add time and times as to when and where. Meh.
^Pendulum – Showdown (Official Video)^
I can understand my need to “educate myself”…the battle-cry within most media today.
However, there are stopgaps there.
1st, now I gotta “prove it”…be tested…as to how much I have learned.
Q: What if I failed your test?
A: ?¿?
Q: Did I fail you? Or did you fail me? When?
A: ¿?¿
I guess I’m just dumb. Doesn’t say much about you and your teaching tho does it? Even if I earn your stupid-assed certificate of authenticity of approval, that winning was based on the possibility of failure. Doesn’t bode well for my survival over the long run…does it?
BTW…are you course credits and/or certifications transferable?
I get the feeling I may need that option.
^Sonique It Feels so Good^
So yeah…The Internet…nothing but voyeurs and fetishists. Oh, and predators. And smurfs. Oh…and catfish. And trolls. And some other stuff. Paranoidistics should prolly become it’s own discipline. But that’s almost kinda…self incriminating…isn’t it? Lolz
Gotta account for the voice that The Internet gives to many that would otherwise not have it. But before you get all uppity as to a few things regarding “marks” and “beasts”…yer gonna need to do some self-flagellation real quick….K?
(virtually...VIRTUALLY...you fucking sickos)
There are many that discount “the power” of the individual voice that gets drowned out amongst the noise within the throng…or…throbbing-clusterfuck…as I like to call it. And many times, they are correct. However, how in the fuck are you going to use this same system to label each and every person, when there are those that are omitted by this system’s existence in and of itself? Channels? Better channels? Better channeling? Good fucking luck with that one. Especially seeing as how this entire system is build upon a system that will fall like tumblers under the right conditions. Yeah…power. As in, electrical.
Suddenly…the concept of infinite and unlimited power doesn’t sound so good, eh?
Almost like…there’s a built in safety there.
Keep in mind who provides the power, and it’ll never be a shock when there is too little or too much of it.
Just sayin'.
^iiO – Rapture (Official Video)^
Clouds have moved in after a coupla days of sunshine.
Q: Do I seem glum?
A: I feel glum.
Prolly just my overwhelming urge to both A) continue reading The Mark, and B) not continue reading The Mark.
YEAH ASSHOLES!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED IT!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!?!?
How can I write a book review on a book that I’ve not even finished reading?
Well duh. You fucks judge unread and/or unfinished books all the time. It’s just that these books are lives. Lives that are in progress, therefore, cannot be told in their totality as they are still being written. That is of course, unless you take matters into your own hands.
Creepy thoughts...eh?
Hey…if you fucks can trash a book based on the cover, or the title, or the forward, or who wrote the forward, or the fact that there is no dedication, or just read the first few pages and stop and THEN trash the fuck out of it…I should be able to write a positive review at the halfway point.
Halway-ish.
Like 126 of 200 or something.
^Blade Runner Theme • Vangelis^
I’ve been interrupted by The BBC several times over the last week over their series Oceans. Whatshername picked it up at the library last week for reasons unknown, and I’ve been watching it. I even managed to clean up disk 2 to where it plays in its totality. Story for another blog I guess. 😉
Anyway…it’s a great series…very ambitious. Big, beautiful, and let’s us lubbers see some things that we never would have been able to see otherwise. Lotta messages in this film. One of which, is sharks. Sharks are starting to become the new dolphin…I guess because tuna are almost gone, so we don’t have to worry about dolphin getting caught in the tuna nets anymore. Dolphins prolly still need to be wary of certain coves, but I digress since I have no answers. But anyway…a message that is espoused over and over in this film…is health. Health of the oceans. Health of the food chain. Health of the apex predators.
Blah blah blah.
The ironic bit, is that all of this “health” is based upon sickness and disease. More succinctly, the sick and the diseased. Lotta references to “weeding out” with respect to the sick and diseased. Not much “respect” there in my not-so-humble opinion…but whatever or something.
Anyway…this food chain business is gonna be your own worst enemy, mainly because of its static representation of a dynamic system. I mean, all you gotta do is turn that food chain diagram 180° to see the apex. Yeah…the other one. This is why I operate in a 4/7/5/8 dimensional world. You never forget life, nor time, nor the structures that support them both. Because it works both ways, in all cases, no exceptions, forever and always. Or at least, it works that way currently. 😉
^Blade Runner • Tears in Rain • Vangelis^
The saving grace in ecological conservation, or conservation of any kind…it that there is no saving grace.
Ironic...eh?
So…we look for gems. Gems like “we just don’t know.” That’s a something that was espoused by Philippe Cousteau, and the honesty in it damn near brings someone like me to tears of joy. Working your ass off, as it is happening, knowing that you are blundering around in a shitstorm, trying to make sense of it all, and doing the best you can with what you have.
/shrug
^Apocalypse Now Theme • Ride of the Valkyries • Richard Wagner^
Now that the cofveve buzz has worn off, let’s talk about something else. I mean, I can’t help but think about Rob Stewart and his efforts to bring “the shark issue” to our attention. But then again, I have an interest in the ocean. Many people, don’t.
So let’s talk…strata….in wata.
DOH!
Yep…wata strata.
Wata has a lotta strata.
And when you think about it…should oughtn’t it have outta have strata?
Pro-Tip: "Outta" and it's usage, contextually.
Outta: Awe-Tuh…contraction substitution for “ought to”
We outta get the fuck outta here.
Outta: Ow-Tuh…contraction substitution for “out of”
We’re outta here.
^Fluke – Atomic Bomb (Atomix 3)^
Lot’s of long cogs turn slowly in the wheel over very long periods of time to get what they want, eh?
I wonder if they still want it?
I wonder if they are willing to wait to get it?
Sorry…just…important questions.
Or at least…I think they are important questions anyway.
^Hans Zimmer – Time (Inception)^
Not that we are on the path to identifying healthy via unhealthy…lets go ahead and burst the bubble so we can stop riding it. Now that we are healthy…we gotta quest to be uber-healthy. Which means that the healthy, who cannot attain the status of uber-healthy, are now right back to being the sick. The unhealthy. But…let’s also entertain the notion that a certain healthy someone CAN attain the status of uber-healthy…unfortunately…they had a slip or a fall at the gym.
BLOOPS!
The injured have cropped back up as well. Now you are mired in sick AND injured peeps once again.
WTF?!?!???!?!?!????1111 WE JUST CLEANED THIS SHIT UP!!!!!!
^Hank Williams Jr & Hank Williams Sr- There’s A Tear In My Beer (Excellent Quality)+(Lyrics)^
I’m rambling. Must have rambling on my mind or something.
I guess monologuing has that effect or something.
^Allman Brothers Band – Ramblin’ Man^
So anyway…yeah…um….um…um…yeah…strata in the wata or something.
I guess that I find it ironic that we dig through dirt and rock, see these layers containing untold numbers of fauna and flora, and yet we always chalk it up to rising and lowering sea levels, Moving of tectonic plates. Subduction. Migration. And…we’re right to it. These walks are not that long because of the fortunate place in which I find myself. I recognize the shoulders that I am standing on.
If we journey from terra to ice…maybe that will make the water strata a little easier. Because I’ve already suggested that there are regional forces that determine the size, shape and makeup of water, and these forces are dependent upon other regional forces, globally. Why would they not be? You’ve got two infinity zooms on that microscope or camera, but only acknowledge one. Prolly because you built the fucking thing. Infinities are scalar. Add relativity in there, and maybe your head won’t pop at that thought.
^YBR – Led Zeppelin – Ramble On^
HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what facilitates these auxiliary channels and pathways that you are suggesting?
A: I don't fucking know what facilitates them you goddamned idiot. What the fuck kind of question is that?
If you think the past is something to leave behind, then leave the fucking thing behind. However…I’d advise that, if you are a proponent of string theory, you might wanna think about that premise. Stretchy strings snap back eventually. Better hope it isn’t loaded with stings on those strings.
(just saying)
I think the question that really wants to be asked/answered, is how do these pathways open…not, how they exist. And my thinking would lead me to believe that leaving the life element out of your equations is prolly a mistake. There is a perpetuity to life that cannot be denied. Existence of an immortal soul, or gods, or monsters, or ghosts or whatever…does not diminish this. It may augment the fuck out of it, but it certainly does not diminish it. I wonder if detraction diminishes.
Meh…fuck it…let’s say none of the above.
(heh...get it...heh heh)
Erm…anyway…uh…yeah…will. There are all kinds of them. Needs and wants are will. I wonder if they are willing?
Hmmmm....
^Spooky – Little Bullet (Extended Version)^
You smokers are gonna have to get used to the fact that your cigarettes DO affect non-smokers. You can stack scientific data to the fucking moon that says otherwise. So…you gotta question what you value more…the stack of papers, or people?
If I’m around cigarettes all the time, I’ll sorta get used to it. But that doesn’t stop those acute attacks of itchy eyes, itchy skin, sneezing and wheezing. Gotta keep in mind that not all smokers smoke the same brand. Add cloves, and cigars, and pipes, and pot and God knows what else to that mix, and yeah…there are gonna be exceptions to your rules. You wanna be one, right? An exception? Welp…I wanna help. And not by ignoring your plight nor hoping you get cancer or some other ailment <shudder> Just…know…that when I ask if you wouldn’t mind not sparking up just yet? Coming from me personally anyway…I’m trying to be courteous to you and me both. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. But usually I don’t care. Spark up and smoke em if you got em. 🙂
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^
Yeah…I was raised in a smoking home. But not really. My mother is VEHEMENTLYopposed to smoking. Yeah…I on rare occasions smoke, and I currently chew tobacco. But…so fucking what? That’s my choice right? Isn’t the freedom to choose isn’t on someone’s list somewhere?
I know it is.
X: Maybe.
Cade: Thanks.
X: …
^Showtek – The F Track^
This roasted coffee beans/carcinogens mess is really swirling in my head. Nevermind the caffeine and nicotine bullshit, and really…fuck the cancer bullshit too. Because I keep getting pushed to the political and governmental sides of this bullshit…which means business and businesses. Speaking as someone who is allergic to just about anything and everything, I wonder what my crime is. Because…is that what we are coming to? Inventing crime because we’ve gotten bored with the “run-of-the-mill” kinds of stuff?
I relish those things that I can participate in which do not give me grief for doing so. Hell, I relish many of the things that DO give me grief for partaking of. Petting dogs and cats. Eating beans of ANY kind. (Yes, I am allergic to almost all beans including cofveve). Almost all spicy foods give me reflux. I’m allergic to all of the ingredients in beer. Interesting footnote tho…drinking beer regularly helps with my pet allergies. I guess because it keeps my histamine levels high due to the allergens in the beer, which helps better my pet allergies. Prolly some saliva/salivary and endocrine links there too, not to mention plain ol’ feeling good and not feeling sick/sickly.
^Foetus – The Only Good Christian Is A Dead Christian^
X: Do you remember what we talked about earlier in the week?
Cade: No.
0: Are you lying?
Cade: Um….no.
Z: Are you sure?
Cade: Not anymore.
Z: Why not?
Cade: No idea. Prolly a personality issue.
Z: lolz…WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: I’m fractured.
X: Since when?
Cade: Pick one.
A: Wait…what?
Cade: Huh?
A: That wasn’t a multiple choice question.
Cade: Well…if I fractured at some point, wouldn’t that trend continue?
X: Ooohhh…a clever one we’ve got here.
Z: …
Cade: lolz…um…Z thinks otherwise.
0: They aren’t alone in that thought.
Cade: Wait…I get the temporary natures of healing.
X: Why is nature plural there.
Cade: Because of the healing processes post-healing process?
X: Well said.
T: Seconded.
0: Meh…
Cade: lolz…nice.
0: You’re welcome.
X: How many of you scars have been covered.
Cade: Um…I’m gonna take that one at face value, and say many.
X: How?
Cade: I can’t answer that. I only know that they have.
Z: Time heals all wounds.
Cade: Yeah…but what does that mean?
B: Everybody is different.
Cade: Yep.
B: Are you a fast healer?
Cade: Sometimes. But I’m also a free bleeder.
X: Bleed a lot do you?
Cade: Yep. Then it just kinda…
0: Stops.
Cade: I just know that all three surgeries I have had, all of the surgeons commented as to how badly I bled.
X: You think there is a link to scars and scarring there?
Cade: Within the capillary system? You fucking bet I do. There’s something about that interface section of the body that we like to omit and/or ignore.
Z: Think that is related to pride?
Cade: Maybe some. But not in the manner in which “The Spiritualists” like to define it.
X: Which is what?
Cade: Um…who doesn’t want to look good. And not just to the outside world.
X: Feels pretty good to feel good, eh?
Cade: I like it /shrug
A: I gave you that ability.
Cade: The ability to shrug? Fair enough. I’m still pondering the magical nature of many of these reflexes that we tend to chalk up as social faux pas or glitches.
C: They aren’t glitches?
W: And don’t get smart here.
Cade: lolz…And who the FUCK might you be?
W: …
Cade: I know that…but the reader doesn’t.
X: Answer the question.
Cade: I shudder to think about losing my gag reflex completely.
X: Why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: One particular batch of homemade red beans, at the wrong time…
X: Fatal.
Cade: I can only chalk it up to not being able to piss.
0: Kinda…timely and pertinent when your bladder is on the verge of exploding, but the pipes ain’t working…is that it?
Cade: Something like that. But then again…my throat is kinda…void.
X: I wouldn’t say that.
Cade: lolz…welp…you’d be right…but the doctors would disagree.
Z: What was it that one doctor said?
Cade: Unusual musculature of the mouth and throat.
X: And what did that make you think of?
Cade: The movie Blade.
X: I knew it…a blood sucking vampire.
Cade: lolz…busted. Wait…garlic and mirrors or crosses or holy water couldn’t have saved you some time there?
X: They aren’t always conclusive.
Cade: Fucking ROFL!!!
X: 😉
0: Catch yourself there tiger. Let the laughing fit the reader isn’t seeing pass…then get going again.
Cade: K. THX.
0: np
Cade: So…if I have this correctly…
Z: Fat chance…but go ahead…
Cade: Yeah..um…because I have weird musculature in my mouth and throat…
X: Yeah…that premise kinda died on the vine. Time to move on.
Cade: k…that was pretty fucking funny tho.
Z: We aim to please.
Cade: 🙂
X: …
^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^
X: Water.
Cade: Noted.
We dig through all kinds of layer after layer of various minerals and elements of all kinds, and yet relegate the oceans and bodies of water to layers of whale shit, fish piss, nutrients moving to feed a algae bloom via currents, but it’s still water…and just and only water. Not to mention the relegation of ice and snow at the polar caps to reflectors, and not thinking about them more in terms of capacitors and facilitators of heat transference and other energies.
Yeah…heat…not cold. Cold drives heat, and heat drives cold. I think there’s something there to crystals and salt and stuff…but whatever. No wonder your models of ice ages are so fucked up. Ever considered a pole that is still circular, but more banded? Take a gander at Saturn or Jupiter, and maybe that’ll help.
Fuck it…if you’re gonna look for life everywhere else in our solar system and elsewhere, all while ignoring the life that is here on Earth/Terra, how are you looking at that shit? Using the same systems specifically designed by people to take care of people? Fuck that noise. No fucking wonder there is a rush to commercialize space travel and shitcan research funded by government. Yeah…it sucks to get cut off at the knees. But let’s not travel this road again…k?
What am I saying…of course we are gonna travel it.
Unless we don't.
^Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel – I’ll Meet You in Poland Baby^
Cade: I dunno…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is about thinking that water is more globular than we give it credit for.
X: Continue…
Cade: Shut the fuck up.
X: OK then.
Cade: Clustering and clabbering, and not just wads of fish piss and fish shit.
X: But that too?
Cade: Watching Tooni Mahto look for otoliths in sea lion shit reveals much more than simply certain sea lions are fishing at deeper depths.
X: Which is…
Cade: What gets used and where, and what does not get used and where.
X: Lotta time to think about there.
Cade: Especially on the molecular levels as they pertain to the macro.
0: Wait…what?!?!?! What the fuck does that mean?
Cade: I dunno. Connections I guess.
0: Wait wait wait wait a minute there…are you suggesting that certain piles of sea lion scat may someday solidify and petrify…simply as a marker?
Cade: Sure…why not. Hells bells…the law of averages is prolly gonna be able to confirm that.
Z: But…what about subduction?
Cade: Where it happens? Or where it doesn’t happen?
Z: Nice. Well played.
Cade: …
Z: More ancient than you even want to think about…eh?
Cade: Something like that.
A: …
Cade: My thinking exactly.
X: Well…not exactly…but we’ll let it slide this time.
Cade: Dismissal of a system that is used to arrive at a location seems kinda…um…I don’t know.
X: Dismissive?
T: I think I know what he’s thinking here.
Cade: Thanks.
T: 🙂
Z: …
^Thatcher On Acid -Outwardly We’re Lying Inwardly Were Crying^
It has been something of a painful week for me, Dear Reader…
I either slept funny, or in a draught ‘cos when I woke last Sunday, both my neck and right shoulder were in blooming pain. Then I mowed the grass…
*I know, Clicky… The garden was a bit overgrown…*
I can’t tell you how bad it felt when I woke on Monday…
*Hmm… right facial expression, Clicky, but I wasn’t moving anything like that fast…*
…and I certainly wasn’t fit for work…
Fortunately I was able to take the week off as holiday…
*Very ‘andy, Clicky… I’m new there – I don’t wanna be labelled a sicknote… /pulls face… It was my own fault for aggravating it… /thinks… And I got to do nothing which is pretty much what I use holiday for anyway…*
By Thursday, strong painkillers and rest (Thoughtful Man has been an absolute rock) had done the trick and I was at least able to get dressed to go vote. Plus never underestimate the healing benefits of receiving ‘good karma’ or a surprise gift in the post…
Cade had written the following missive but held back sending it until today. It’s…
*Clicky?!?…*
*Okay but it’s probably too late for that… Go sort out a Song for the end and we’ll just let Dear Reader find out what’s in Cade’s missive for themself…*
*******
Sup y0?
Tis’ Saturday June 10th. I wrote most of this bullshit below earlier in the week. Not that you care, because no one is reading this. So yeah…let’s get the fuck on with it, eh? Skip the sex, and straight to the foreplay.
OH! And if there are some words missing, my keyboard is dying/low batteries. I noticed in one of my reposts this week that a lot of words were missing. I type pretty fast, so when the keyboard cuts out because of these low batteries, I don’t always notice.
Here go.
I mean…We go.
I mean…Here we.
I mean…Here we go.
^No Remorse – Metallica – Kill ’em All – Studio Version – HD^
I just wrote a new song. It’s called…”I Just Wrote A New Song.”
It goes a little something like this…
I just wrote a new song…
It’s about 4 hours long.
Just kidding. I mean…not really, because I did write that. Just need a few hours to work on it.
😛
^Depeche Mode – Blasphemous Rumours [Flashghost]^
The Amazing...
“Do Nothing Machine.”
Sounds … relevant … to someone … I know.
It's amazing what a little nothing can do.
^The amazing Do Nothing Machine at the Museum of Craftsmanship^
I didn’t plan on writing the previous whatever. I figured the one before that would be my last. So maybe you can empathize with what is transpiring right here and now.
Not that there is some cumulative confusion with continuing to write, when I thought that I had just about wrapped up these efforts. Because here I am…
writing more shit
…simply because I have been inspired by events to do so.
^Cocteau Twins – Melonella^
I blanked an entire post on my own blog last night by foolishly editing what I had already published. Hit the “undo” button one too many times I guess…
at which point
…I guess the automated portion of Blogger said something akin to
“WATCH THIS!!!”
as my entire post vanished from the edit window…
at which point
…I can only imagine that the auto-save portion chimed in with…
“TA-DA!!!”
By the time it occurred to me that maybe hitting the “redo” button might be a valid and prudent course, I had already clicked the “preview” button … and was now staring a completely blank page.
I swear to God…the page was so devoid of anything, that the thought of tumbleweeds and whistling winds somehow suddenly manifesting on-screen would have been a welcome addition.
I kept eyeballing the publishing toolbar, and wondering why there was no cancel function.
I mean…this is a published article.
Auto-save….it’s a pickle.
I won’t say a sour pickle, because I personally love sour pickles.
It’s the sweet ones that I hate.
My gut tightened…I shrugged…scowled…whispered “oh well”…and went to bed.
I slept quite a bit and quite well.
Even took a nap this afternoon and slept quite well too.
The more and better I sleep…the more tired I get.
/me is weird like that
^Metallica: Creeping Death & Blackened (MetOnTour – Oakland, CA – 2016)^
Quite the storm overhead right now. Blue and white on one side, dark grey and black on the other…lightly raining in the middle. The smell of rain…loaded with that sweet smell of fresh dirt.
I was coming indoors for a moment to grab my binoculars since I had seen something floating in the sky to the southeast that did not appear to be either aircraft nor drone…prolly a balloon…but I wanna see it/watch it since it is riding the leading edge of the storm. As I entered the hallway that leads to “my” room, I notice whatshername is hoovering in my oldest son’s doorway…and as soon as she sees me, her conversation with my son ceases, and she looks at me.
The silence is almost deafening, but I avert my eyes to the floor, continue my journey as I now change plan and decide whatever it is can just float the fuck on without worry of me attempting to observe it further. I am just about to pass her when she says…
Did you notice that branch that came down after the last storm?
I think to myself…yes I did see it because you pointed it out to me…wait…what? Why is she asking about a branch that has been on the ground for a coupla days? Tree-limb pickup isn’t until Thursday, this is Sunday, and we have another storm right on top of us.
Cade: Ummm…I thought I did. (I musta had quite a puzzled look on my face)
This is a different one.
She walks away from my son’s door, he hasn’t said a word during this entire time…
Will you take a look at it…it hasn’t come all the way down.
As she proceeds towards the front door, I turn to follow her, and catch the shadow of a foot out of the corner of my eye and see his door start to close, followed by what is not quite a slam.
I follow her outside, my mind filling with confusion as to where in the hell she is headed since there are no sizeable trees out front that would necessitate concern over their branches. When she makes a left towards the east, my heart sinks as I simultaneously raise my head and see the branch of current pertinent and timely interest.
That one. Do you think it will hit my car?
The branch she is referencing is still well attached to a tree that is deep in the neighbor’s yard, even tho the branch itself is quite close to whatshername’s driveway. A quick scan reveals that the neighbor’s cars are gone, and I swallow hard.
Cade: Maybe. Just move your car out into the street?
I was thinking that, considering the circumstances, this would be the best course until the storm passes.
Cade: Maybe just park it out in the street until you can talk to “neighbor’s name withheld” as to what to do about it?
Whatshername continues to survey the distances and angles of potential motion if and when the branch were to become dislodged during the coming tempest. But I can tell from where I am standing, that the branch appears to still be quite well attached since it has not fallen. This branch is going to require a saw, if for no other reason than to keep from damaging the tree further. She then turns to me…
Couldn’t you just give it a good yank?
Cade: You do whatever you want. But I’m not going on to someone else’s property while they aren’t home to try and pull a tree limb out of one of their trees.
With that, I immediately turn and retreat inside as I stumble around what I consider the best course, and in desperation look for any potentials that I may have missed. As I open the door, I notice whatshername is hot on my heels…
Well…I’m going to pick up your daughter from work.
I cringe.
^Depeche Mode – World In My Eyes (Cicada Mix)^
I admire her moxy. What I detest is her defiance, when and where that defiance seems to manifest itself. Prolly because I am very similar at times, I just approach such situations a little differently.
Oh! You want me to do this this way, otherwise…you are gonna kick my ass?
Try this one on for size then.
I ain’t gonna do it at all…my way, not your way…nor any other way, and we’ll consider that “my way”…k?
Bring on this asskicking you didn’t plan for motherfucker.
I can take it.
Can you?
^Deadmau5 – gg^
Ever won a fight by not even throwing a punch?
I have.
Many actually.
A guy had been picking on me and tempting and taunting me forever, and no matter how many times I warned him, pleaded with him, whatever…that this course was not in his best interests…he kept it up. Accusing me of trying to talk shit without “backing it up” by actually fighting. I run tho too. I kept ducking him forever. He almost got me once at school when he enlisted some friends to assist him with trapping me in a certain area of the school and then dragging me outside.
They hadn’t considered that I work best under the pressure of the moment. I did escape and evade them, and I damn near escaped them permanently until I made a wrong turn…at which point, a classmate of mine intervened. Lucky me. But not long after…they cornered me again…outdoors where I had nowhere to run.
Mainly because I never saw the first punch. The first punch came after a blindside push that knocked me to the ground.
Upon hitting the ground, getting up was not an option because he was immediately on top of me punching me. I curled up in a ball and took it. I dunno how many times he punched me, but he worked back and forth between the body and attempts at punching my obscured face with no luck.
Cade: Don’t punch my head.
There was warning tone in my voice.
A crowd had formed around us, and there was a roar of laughter that was kinda..split. One of his friends shouted in a whining-child taunting tone…
Don’t…punch my poor little head!
I immediately fired back…
Cade: You’re next.
There was a roar of “OOOOOHHHH’s” and laughter that ripped through the crowd, that I could only imagine was quite large, and getting larger.
Doesn’t look like there will be anything left.
Cade: I’m warning you…don’t punch my head!
The guy that was pounding on me resumed his punching attack that had been interrupted by my perceived smartassery, and he continued his assault working back and forth between the body and head, with an occasional attempt at the face as I rocked my head back and forth trying to avoid these.
^Roberto Capuano – Drop (Original Mix) [ANALYTICTRAIL]^
He started in on my kidneys, I guess since they were so readily available, and after quite a few of these punches…I thought to myself “I wonder how many of these I can take, and how much blood am I gonna piss tonight?” Still, attacking the kidneys is a good sign he’s becoming tired.
He even stood up a time or two, keeping me between his legs, and kicked me. I guess out of frustration at a perceived lack of progress, but I was already well aware that my body was gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow and for quite some time after.
Then…I heard the first snap.
I don’t recall which hand it was, but he had taken a shot at the direct center of the back of my head near the neck, and as I felt the tingles of the response of the nerves in my neck transmit their confusing messages down the length of my back…I heard a snap that didn’t belong to me.
I could feel his body relax somewhat, and I could tell that he had withdrawn this hand that recoiled in pain.
Cade: I FUCKING TOLD YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!
There must have been confusion in the crowd as to what I meant by that. But he immediately began to hit me with the other hand, then I felt his bodyweight shift again. This dumb motherfucker is gonna hit me with the hand he just broke to check and see if it is really broken…which he did. The wrist folded under the force of the blow, almost like he was poking the side of my face with the nub of an arm where the hand had been detached.
He never could get to that fury stage, and there were only a few more punches with opposing hand before…again…
*SNAP!*
Even I groaned on this one, and he almost immediately removed himself from where is was perched atop my back. Yikes…that one musta hurt. I stood up in a flash, seemingly unaffected by the beating that had ensued up to that point….and there was a “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” that ran through the crowd. Almost as if everyone was thinking…
OH SHIT!!! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!!!
Cade: I FUCKING WARNED YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I FUCKING WARNED YOU!!! THERE IS NOT A BEATING THAT ANYONE CAN DISH OUT THAT I CANNOT TAKE!!!
I knew that he was in agony, and it had not yet become apparent to those watching that he had broken both of his hands (actually, one hand and one wrist). But there was a hush among the throng as to exactly what they had just witnessed, and what was transpiring now. They had just wanted blood, and now, they had no fucking clue what in the fuck was going on nor what they wanted, nor what to do.
He had begun to whimper a bit, and I could tell that he was fighting back the tears brought on by what must have been some terrible pain, as well as the confusion of what he should do at this point. I shot him a glare and noticed the confusion in his eyes, shot the crowd a glare and noticed the confusion in theirs…I left and went home. I cried all the way there. Inside. Not outwardly. My fury is too well versed and too well honed to show itself outwardly in a way that most could understand.
Regret took over, and the tears began to flow.
^Deadmau5 – Templar^
Not a mark on me. That’s what they would think. And they’d be right, because they were only looking at my face. But I knew better.
Sure enough, the next morning I was covered in bruises and scratches and cuts on my body. Not really…but I bruise slowly if at all. But where there were no marks, there was only pain and a wondering of what in the fuck transpired there to make it hurt so bad, yet there is no evidence of any damage except the pain. I didn’t want to go back to school…ever. I had no idea what waited for me. I could not have fathomed what actually waited for me at school.
^Metallica Escape lyrics^
Looks and a lot of them. Clearing a path, for me? Looking at me with what I can only imagine was an equally confused look that I returned.
For the first time, I walked these crowded hallways in a high school of 5,000+ kids, unimpeded.
What the FUCK?!?!?
I usually had to skirt the walls and wait for those small gaps created by the normal kids as they proceed unimpeded down the center of the hallway. These gaps usually are dependent on how many friends are in tow within a certain group, and vary at different times of the day depending on classes attended and overall level of popularity. But this was very strange to me. Not a word was said to me directly…but obviously the scuttlebutt had already so permeated some structure of communication that I was completely oblivious to.
“He won that fight yesterday by not even throwing a punch”…I heard from behind me. They continued…“you should have been there…he stood up and started yelling…” the conversation went out of earshot as I quickened my pace to my first class.
This is not happening…
this is not happening…
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!!
I made my way into my first class, which was luckily sparsely populated because I was early. I put my books down, put my head on top of them and covered my face. Terror. Sheer terror. As the students filed in, I kept my face down. I kept my face down long after the bell had rung and class started.
Just...don't cry...just don't cry.
Teacher: Cade, I’m gonna need you to raise your head up and pay attention to class.
I eventually raised my head in obedience, and you coulda heard a pin drop in that room. The teacher gave me the most reassuring tight-lipped non-smile I have ever been privy to. She then proceeded with her responsibilities. I hope that I paid attention. But I have a sneaking suspicion that my mind was elsewhere.
^Deadmau5 – Bounce (Original Mix)^
I can only imagine the confusion as to how this wimpy stoner kid who didn’t weigh 140 pounds soaking wet, could have possibly endured a beating by a well known football player who was twice his size…let alone won…let alone win without throwing a single punch. Nevermind that there is not a mark on him. It took a while for some bruises to come in. I didn’t want to talk about it.
Sometime later, I was approached in the school hallway by a guy who was known for being the toughest guy in the entire school. He also just so happened to be a good friend of the guy who wailed on me, and was there that day watching the events. It scared me, because he and yet another of their friends had constantly picked on me the entire time I had been in high school, and I figured that these activities were about to resume. But he simply said to me…
You know…anyone can take a beating. But it takes a real man to dish one out.
He turned and started to walk away, as if he just wanted to say his piece then bail. But I fired back…
Cade: Does it matter how?
He stopped in his tracks…turned towards me, and said…
Yeah…it does.
He turned and walked away.
This next song sucks btw.
^MECHANICAL TECHNO DEMONSTRATION^
Not to change the subject…but I think I figured out a food issue.
Flour Tortillas.
Cheap, filling, easy to carry, and I like them.
AND…they can double as toilet paper in a tight spot.
Cleaning up with the same item you ate the day before. Lolz
Which reminds me…just gotta remember to use them in one capacity or the other, and not both.
Sometime later, a certain someone approached me and asked me…
How did you do that?
Cade: For my entire life, I’ve survived being beaten on repeatedly by a man who spends the entirety of his days pounding and molding steel and metals to his will. I told you…there’s not a beating I cannot withstand. So….I can easily withstand any beating that someone has lined up for me over their own pride and popularity because they figure I’m easy prey.
And yep…as I feared…those events pretty much ended this guy’s football career. He left the school after not making the football team, because they offered him a role as a trainer since he didn’t make the team. I guess he felt that was insult on top of injury, and changed schools.
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^
I’m sure there are those who would say
“AWWW BULLSHIT!!! THAT DIDN’T GO DOWN LIKE THAT AT ALL!!!
And they’d be right.
I wasn’t where they were, and I didn’t see what they saw.
I was busy being where I was.
They weren’t in my head as I anticipated every single move made, and adjusted accordingly, while continuing to plan my own survival.
They had no idea that I never planned to jump up start dishing out what I had just taken. I simply figured that he would tire, quit, declare himself the victor, then I could pack up my lumps and go home.
They couldn’t get their head wrapped around the fact that I was mostly relaxed during all this…until the bones started to break…at which point, my fury became roused in a more tangible manner.
When I eventually did start to bruise about a week later, one of the worst mistakes I made was lifting my shirt and showing the bruises to someone who asked. It only added to the mystery of how I had managed to take such a beating, and also, hide it so well. Years of experience in hiding bruises should have taught me better.
NEVER show the marks. But this was someone I trusted…so…yeah…big mistake. People would just randomly grab my shirt in the hallway and lift it to see if it was true. Almost as if to say…“you’d never know he was covered in bruises, till you actually see them.”
But even then, it was as if they were thinking “how the fuck do you go on as if nothing happened? How the fuck are you functioning at all?”
What choice do I have?
Plus…as far as I was aware…that particular beating was quite lopsided as far as I knew. I never threw a punch, but absorbed quite a few.
Hide the beating in the places that can’t normally show.
Abusers know this.
However…
It works both ways.
I can become what you are any day of the week.
But you can never be me.
Heh...heh...heH
Yeah…kind of a snotty attitude to have, eh?
Or is it just a snotty attitude to espouse?
God forbid the survivors have an opinion.
It might…just…not…sit too well…with the observers.
^deadmau5 – Raise Your Weapon^
Yep…an easy target. No way in hell that I could ever even attempt to describe the more sordid shit that I’ve survived. Yeah…it gets worse. But I have to temper the telling of tales. And this isn’t about “letting sleeping dogs lie” either. If a tale needs be told…I tell it. I figure that’s the only reason I survived…to tell the tale, if, and when, and where needed. Not to satiate some sadist’s desire(s) via proxy (even tho, even sadists are just as human as the rest of us), but rather to encourage other survivors like myself to keep plugging. Keep going.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
/shrug
^Deadmau5 – Faxing Berlin (1080p) || HD^
It’s confusing when “the order of the day” is surviving that day, and yet all we perceive is a world waiting to beat on us. Um…take the beatings as they come. You spend 5 minutes dealing with an impossible problem that eventually gets solved, and the remaining 7 hours and 55 minutes lamenting the previous nightmare and it’s foreboding as to the nightmares to come. Then you wait …
and wait …
and wait …
and wait …
until the next nightmare finally shows up. Is it any wonder that you think your life is full of nightmares and darkness?
I mean…look at it like this…we spend 5 days looking forward to one particular part of one day, and two days dreading one day.
Not such a bad margin, eh?
Seize the day peeps.
Or not.
WhatTHEfuckEVER floats you goddamn boat or whatever.
❤
^Deadmau5 – Cthulhu Sleeps (HQ)^
I promised Roob some pics, but I just noticed my phone is dead. I wonder if I’ll come through.
Thoughtful Man and I stayed up all night to watch the Election results. We had popcorn…
Dear Reader, if you are unaware of how the night unfolded…
*Clicky, if you wouldn’t mind… /draws on cigarette…*
*Nice! Drawing Dear Reader a picture …/pats snout…*
Highlights for me included, ‘plain‘ Jane Ellison getting the boot…
*No, Clicky… SWEET!… /blows out smoke ring… I worked under her at John Lewis… /picks at nail… You would have thought she’d have had more of an ear for the valid concerns of retailers…*
… As well as children’s Liar in Chief, Nick Clegg, who actually equated lifting the smoking ban to reintroducing the death penalty…
*Talk about getting slung out on your tin ear, Clicky…*
…And finally, the removal of that stubborn slick stain, Alex Salmond…
*/takes biscuit… And the generally good job the Scots did on pruning back the Scottish Nannying Party, Clicky… /eats biscuit…*
*/shrugs… Having got the Brexit result they wanted, against the odds I might add, who’s terrible idea was it to jettison their one remaining USP, eh Clicky?*
*Yeah, I’ve had quite enough of that… *
Hopefully, we’ll have a new missive from Cade over the weekend, Dear Reader. But until then… Have a Song…
“Come on!” Thoughtful Man called out to me as he struggled to attach collar and lead onto Poppy the dog. She wasn’t making it easy for him: tail wagging, tongue flapping and spinning in a circle with delight at the prospect of walkies. “You don’t half drag your feet!”
I was dragging my feet as we were off to vote, and I still hadn’t made up my mind who to vote for. None of the political parties were particularly appealing this time round, and the only independent candidate had turned out to be a a bit of a tosser when elected to local government. You wanna bet I was dragging my feet.
“Do I have to vote?” I said joining Thoughtful Man and the frisky pup at the front door.
“Yes. Women suffered and died to give you the vote.”
“Ah, there’s nothing like a bit of guilt from the past for motivation, is there?” I sighed as we set off, dragged along in Poppy’s wake.
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“I wonder if you can tell me what’s special about this room?” the MP escort asked as he opened the door to a cupboard with a flourish.
We were standing in The Crypt, having already visited the Lords and stood behind the Despatch Box in the Commons, marveling at the smallness of the chambers on a trip to the Palace of Westminster that my Boss had arranged as a Christmas gift. MP escort, his latest intern and I squeezed in and stood there amongst the brooms, mops, buckets and cleaning products, piled inside.
“I’ll have to close the door and turn on the light,” he said with a wink.
What I did in the voting booth, and who I did or didn’t vote for, is nobody’s business but my own…
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Thoughtful Man had just gone back to bed for a daytime snooze when Poppy started yapping loudly and pawing at the front door. The shadow on other side belonged to a friendly postie. He was holding out a brown cardboard box, addressed and sealed. I took it, thanked him and closed the door.
“Who’s that?” Thoughtful Man called gruffly from upstairs.
I squealed with delight. “Postman. We’ve got a care package from Poppy Sweet Pea!”
A few weeks ago, Leggy sent me copy of the latest novel out from Leg Iron Books to copy edit…
Two loners, an internet connection, a forbidden friendship. No good can come of this.
Two troubled and lonely people meet online and start an email friendship. She’s a schoolgirl and street-wise, so she thinks. He’s an older man, a social misfit, already known to the police, a marked man.
No danger, as yet – but he’s a fantasist and she’s a girl who breaks rules.
As events unfold in their lives, the balance of power shifts between them, the pace quickens, their fates are sealed. Fantasies do not survive reality.
I have to say, it’s a great read that had me shouting at the characters…
*Margot really draws you into their lives, Clicky… You feel for them…*
*/Squints… Oh, you’re referring to the title of the post… I saw that but decided to leave it…*
Below is a super-smashing-lovely-great missive from Cade… Enjoy! ❤
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I would jump right in here…but I’ve already gotten started.
So…opportunity = MISSED!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^FOETUS ART TERRORISM-CATASTROPHE CRUNCH^
Hmmm…
words, words words…
hMMM…
NOTE: A certain Judas Priest song may or may not be appropriate below, therefore, it may or may not appear below. I dunno. I haven't gotten there yet.
“Rather, the pirate movement grew out of a Swedish court case centered on the Pirate Bay website and whether it was breaking the law by sharing TV and music.”
^Against The Time & Victor Enzo – Malta (Original Mix) [Devotion Records]^
Breaking “THE” law. “THE” law. Sounds to me like someone was breaking “A” law, and not “THE” law. Looks like we’re gonna have to talk about cry-me’s & missed-demeanors.
So yeah…poverty.
So yeah…wealth.
So yeah…abundance and overages and underages.
So yeah…Economics.
o yeah…law & laws.
So yeah…interpretive sciences and interpolative teaching.
^No Mana – Back Alley Time Machine^
Prolly shouldn’t be thinking such things, eh? Not only am I completely and totally unqualified to think nor comment about any of this…all this shit is already worked out by my betters…right? Now all we gotta do is find the wicked and punish them accordingly? Build a funnel…and…
*SHOCK!!!*GASP!!!*ARGH!!!*
…it funnels stuff. Maybe even the stuff it was designed to funnel. I wonder what else it’ll funnel? I wonder what else we can funnel with a better and/or different funnel?
NEXT TIME!!! ON…AMAZING DISCOVERIES!!!
Funnels.
They lead somewhere.
^Charlotte de Witte – Voices Of The Ancient (Original Mix)^
Is it not clear by now, that no matter how big you want it to be, that it is possible? I wonder if those who find themselves in the position to ask the question “how big can we get” ever stops to consider…”is it possible that I may not pursue this possibility irrespective of reason?” I guess it’s possible.
That said, is failure really the opposing force to success here? You are building bigger and bigger, and more and more of it, and don’t realize the calamity and collapse happening all around you?
You aren’t building an escape vehicle.
You are creating the conditions that require one.
You are simultaneously ensuring that it’s success and successes will be so temporary that your continued efforts will ensure it’s own demise. When the tower ceases its efforts to collapse, the the tower’s surroundings will be required to pick up that slack.
Enjoy your island.
^Mario Piu aka DJ Arabesque – The Vision (Original Mix)^
All that said, maybe this business to build a city on Mars will have the effect of inspiring people here to take better care of each other. That’s a message I get anyway. Primarily off of the same concept that I espoused above, which is building in one area causing calamity in another, and being mindful of such effects and their potential…not dismissive. If we can’t get along here, we ain’t gonna get along there.
But my thinking in that is that we do get along just fine here. If happy news and/or good news is such a downer with respect to news, then explain the success of the fun stuff on The Internet? Sure, a lot of the streams have been monetized and monitorized, and there has been some changes and changing with respect to content….but you ain’t gotta frequent it nor consume it. Go somewhere else to get your happy on.
Can’t find it? Create it. Yeah…create it your own damn self. It’s no wonder that things don’t make sense when we travel abroad. Get all of our news from one place, that’s what you are gonna see. Not gonna tell you that you need to broaden your focus, but maybe I’ll mention to be mindful of those times when it gets widened for us.
^Dj Tomcraft – Loneliness (Club Remix)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the "I")
^MARRS – Pump Up The Volume 12” (1987)^
*/cough...*
*/cough...*
So let’s assume…that you are The Creator. You are going to count from zero(0) to ten(10) for the very first time.
Q: What number(s) would be/would potentially be, the scariest, and why?
A: ???
^No Mana – Nine^
Gotta loop back through zero(0) to get to ten(10). That means, that zero(0) becomes zeros(00), and back through one(1) in order to get to ten.
See some dimensional rifts there yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Q: What are we omitting?
A: Everything else.
Am I suggesting that a/the “Supreme Being” had to count from zero to ten at some point? Welp, reality wouldn’t exist as it does had they not. Conceptualization without realization is…dreamy.
^No Mana – The Process^
I’m making this shit up as I go. Freeballing…if you will. Scholars and Theologians and Thinkers of all kinds have been pondering this shit forever. So, what’s the big fucking deal about some vagrant redneck Okie from Texas pondering this shit as well? We’re all vagrants at some point in our lives. We just hook up with who and whatever we hook up with, whenever we hook up with it and them. I guess once you put the hat on, you can’t take it off. Must be cursed or something.
Now what possible path could lead to a curse? I musta missed an off-ramp or detour or something. Goddamn GPS!!!
^LIPPS INC Funkytown (Original 12″ Version)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the )
^Stupid Human – Swamp Funk^
Just trying to point out, that if the idea of The Creator attempting their first count to ten is such an absurd concept to you, maybe you should take a few steps backwards through a few lines of your own code and rethink.
That’s a good question actually. Been wondering that myself. Don’t have reason to wonder about this…I just am wondering about it. Looked up a particular something on Google… “epidermis cannot shed skin properly” (w/o the quotes)…and the above is what I found. Lotta mentions as to localized topical types of thinking.
Q: What about the other side?
A: Say WUT?!?!?
If something appears on your skin, what makes you assume that the manifestation in question is local or localized? If this is the manifestation and/or result, isn’t it safe to assume that the journey to where you find yourself actually started somewhere else. Too broad? OK…I’ll narrow.
Q: What if you get a piece of metal or some other foreign body in your foot, but it comes out through your shin, or knee, or thigh?
A: ???
I guess if skin were rigid but flexible, and tensile as well as tactile in a fluidic body, maybe that wouldn’t be such a stretch, eh? But when thinking of irritations and/or infections, if a body cannot deal with something “here”…why is it so hard to believe that a body would not try and relocate said irritation elsewhere? Maybe there is some logic above and beyond that movement of said irritant elsewhere. Maybe a body can learn something about that whatever it is and it’s particulars on the way. Just sayin’.
^Donna Summer I Feel Love Original 8 minute 12″ version 1977^
Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong.
An alien civilization, which is more advanced than ours with respect to space travel, has a policy of non-involvement whenever new planets are discovered that contain life, irrespective of any additional qualifications and or monikers.
Irrespective of their ability to travel throughout The Universe exploring…
Q: Doesn’t this policy, by definition, negate itself?
A: Yep...I'm right back to the concept inclusion for exclusion/exclusion via inclusion.
And while I’ve pondered the concept of “we are all in the same big Universe, so why exclude”…my thinking is more along the lines of …erm…”leaving home at home.” Meaning that if we travel out into space, why take a heaping shitload of predefined qualifications for what to do under certain situations encountered.
Experience? What if you are well traveled and well versed in these travels, and have discovered that approaching exploration into unknown realms ceases to be exploration when an agenda is in hand. It makes far too many assumptions about life. as it exists, contextually. Oddly enough, my thinking about these concepts are more related to A.I. and our battles with the concept than they are about life in The Universe discovered via space exploration of any type. Yeah…that includes local based remote research. But then again…regarding A.I., yeah…I’m assuming that “it” already existed long before “we” got here. We’re just maybe…knocking some dust off of it and/or rousing it.
^Blue Man Group – I Feel Love^
So I guess with that out of the way in a more in the way type of fashion, I guess we can talk about dimensionality as it relates to commonality. A contextual commonality. Maybe that’ll help us travelers of all kinds, and that’ll help us be a little less freaked out about the concept of when they are from and/or where they are from.
My starting concept was the notion of a chance visitation that resulted in my being invited on a 10,000 year journey out into space that will cover most of the known Universe as we currently know it, with my hosts teaching me a great many things along the way to later bring back to Earth/Terra and share. So while you are peering 10,000 years into the future, and eyeballing the year 12017 CE/AD 12017, and thinking…
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! WE’LL ALL BE DEAD!!! HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP US?!?!?”
…Let’s leave Einstein and Sagan out of this. Trust a bit…then maybe we can get this show on the road…k?
“Most scientists, including Wright and Boyajian, don’t think it’s very likely that there is an alien civilization building planet-size structures around one of their stars.”
A canvasing of “most scientists” of what they think or don’t think. No wonder surveys exist, and tend to exist in the way that they do eh? I mean, you send a fill-in-the-blank type of survey to a certain select group of people, and no telling what kind of answers you are going to get. Nevermind the resources it will take for someone to have to read and make sense of whatever bullshit is returned. Much simpler to travel the…
Q: Do you think aliens build planet-sized structures?
A: Yes/No (circle only one)
I know aliens have built a shitload of planet-sized structures here in the USA, but I digress.
“They think that something like a swarm of colliding comets around the star could make the most sense.”
Comet Swarms. Must be mating season around KIC 8462852. K…inertially, I’m gonna leave e-motion out of this, but if I had to guess how many comets are in this swarm, I C 2,582,648.
“But the star’s behavior continues to be very unusual to the point that most potential explanations can’t really be ruled out, including some very industrious aliens.”
Out ruling…on Earth/Terra? That’s how we role. Ruling by ruling out. We roll there and role there and roll there.
“There have already been some efforts to check KIC 8462852 for alien signals that could come from an intelligent civilization, and that search has returned nothing so far.”
Nothing…so…far. I dunno bout choo, but a star “located some 1,400 light-years away” sounds pretty far to me. I mean hell’s bells…and don’t wanna sound bitter here…but I don’t have the means to travel 14 miles to a job in an acceptable time frame in a reliable and affordable mode of transportation. BUT! I do have the ability to traverse 1,400 light years via The Internet so I can ponder what other life might be doing with their time elsewhere in The Universe…so…there’s that.
^Björk ‘Notget VR’^
One final story I’ll reference regarding the above bullshit…
I’ll reference the last line in the article, and catch you on the flipside…
“Hopefully, Mr Bigelow’s views will not hamper any of his company’s efforts in these areas.”
Yep…gotta survey these human types so we can single them out and shitcan em’. Can’t successful people thinking unpopular shit. Leave the crazy to the unsuccessful, that way, it’s easier to banish the successful who get out of line, and send them back to the social ghetto.
I guess honesty isn’t such a popular trait to possess afterall, eh?
^Telex – Moskow Diskow (1979)^
That’ll get us to a joke that just sprung to mind…
At a weekly church meeting, “The Call To Invitation” portion of the service came round, and a man stepped forward to publically confess his sins…
Pastor: TELL IT LIKE IT IS BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have drunk strong drink
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have cheated on my taxes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have coveted my neighbor’s property and have been envious of their successes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have done many things that I am ashamed of.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: Just last night, I had sex with a goat.
Pastor: I DON’T BELIEVE I WOULDA TOLD THAT ONE BROTHER!!!
^Laser – Laser (1981)^
It is flat?
Is it round?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you lost?
Are you found?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you insane?
Are you sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it mountain?
Is it mound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it quiet?
Is it sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollar?
Is it pound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollars?
Is it pounds?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is he saint?
Is he clown?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
^Vicious Pink – 8.15 To Nowhere, original version HD^
When “he” becomes “it”….”it” becomes “shit.”
Where is your personal emphasis regarding the above?
It?
Sh?
He?
She?
I?
Not that I really care about your personal emphasis…just…food for thought or something.
^Flight of the Bumblebee (all open strings)^
It’s already Friday @ 11:20, been up since 05:30 this morning after going to bed @ 02:00, and I guess it’s time to move on to the weekend. Not been sleeping well at all the last coupla weeks. Not eating much either. But I’m a fatass so…could prolly stand to lose a few…hundred pounds or tons or so. Been dreaming almost constantly when I sleep. Prolly why I’m not sleeping much. I wonder how much sleep we can stand to lose? I guess it depends on what it’s over?
^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Descent Into The Inferno (with lyrics)^
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I hope you enjoyed this shambolic missive, Dear Reader. I started formatting last evening but decided to wait until today before finishing this bit at the end and posting. This morning, Thoughtful Man and I have been in the garden, mowing the grass…
*Hard work, Clicky, but infinitely preferable to mowing down people…*
WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
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(Just play along here...k?)
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