It was only on MEROVEE this morning that I learnt that the Grand National was being run today, Dear Reader…
*The Year I was born, Clicky… 50 years… /sigh… A rank outsider, who’d of thunk it?*
I had no idea of what horses were running this year so I decided to take a look…
*Knot easy, Clicky! So many names… And you know how I like turning handles…*
I’d decided I’d pick three horses and a £1 each way bet would be placed on each. The first would be the rank outsider, for Foinavon…
*Finished 15th, Click… Hooray for pipe…*
The second horse I selected because it sounds like a blue Roobee 😉 Red Frank had recently posted ‘Blue Origin‘…
*Yeah, unseated the rider Twiston-Davies… Blue Frank has a ‘twist on‘ today, Clicky… Hmm, I hope he’s right…*
My third choice for the race was immediately obvious (to me, but maybe to you, too, Dear Reader, you’ve employed your own ‘Clicky’ thus far in this post); however, there was another, specific reason for me choosing it… And that was The Okie Devil, Cade. Earlier this week I’d sent him my favourite philosopher quote…
…Sew, my third choice was obvious in a synchromystical sense…
*Yes! …/punches air… I picked the winner! Shame Thoughtful Man took 12/1 at the bookies… /sigh… You know, Grandad S was called Arthur, Clicky… My name’s in there, too…*
If you’ve never heard of Arthur Schopenhauer before, Dear Reader, hear is an overview…
*/squawks with laughter… The local kids called his dog Mrs Schopenhauer…*
After the stake money was subtracted, I ended up with a small profit, which Thoughtful Man just delivered home in the form of battered sausage and chips… Yum!
*/rolls eyes… You’re quite the Sauce Age fiend, Clicky…*
Have a pleasant Saturday evening, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉
Yesterday afternoon I took some time out to reacquaint myself with an old movie that I hadn’t watched in over 20 years. The previous evening my good friend, Cade, had mentioned that the film is heading for a remake…
*No shit! It’s all in the reflexes, Clicky… /sigh…*
No doubt the remake will be a CGI ‘mcmasterpiece’ but I can’t but stop and wonder, Why?…
*YeeuP! You’re probably right there, Clicky…*
Cade also sent through a new missive, which Clicky and I are delighted to reproduce below, so sit back, relax and enjoy as The Okie Devil gets a few things off his chest…
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I was just about to start writing some shit.
Seems that has happened in a sorta-kinda successful way.
So…let’s see how the rest of this here particular adventure goes.
Q: Does my method of beginning a post, get boring?
A: <email me your answers to mypersonalemail@myemailaddress.fu>
Or not.
Whatevz.
^Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Live At Earls Court)^
Do you have anything in particular on your mind you wanna talk about? Me too. Although nothing currently comes to mind. Guess we’ll just have to rely on each other’s creative and ingenuity to get us through this particular section. Maybe you just came here for the weird pictures and weirder music and skip over the text-based sections. Maybe you skip directly to the comments section and see what no one isn’t talking about, and don’t make any comments of your own on what is not being said. Maybe you get bored and start looking for something else to not do. I dunno. I can only guess. So I guess I’ll just have to use my own best judgement.
lolz...that'll prolly work out just DANDY!!!
^Raven – Chainsaw – BBC TV^
Speaking of disasters just looking for a place to happen…lessee here…where was I going with this? I mean…I want to write. I feel like writing, but nothing is coming out. Nothing is coming up. Maybe those clouds I saw moving in from the west earlier, were nothing but clouds. I mean yeah…it’s moisture going somewhere important. I don’t doubt that. But it’s spring here and we’ve only gotten one really big storm so far this year, and one sorta-big-ish storm that was more rain than anything. Not that I’m complaining. But it’s difficult to watch the storms when it’s raining like crazy.
I dunno. Maybe I have nothing left to say.
^Anvil – Metal On Metal (Live)^
Let’s get Moody.
Tuesday Moody kinda moody.
Actually…today is Thursday… actually…not anymore, since it’s 01:24 in the morning on Friday the 7th of April.
But meh...Tuesday Moody it is.
^Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues^
I guess I’ve been thinking about laws and regulations and governments and governing quite a bit lately. Primarily…if you as a leader/lawmaker and leading and making laws that tell others what NOT to do…erm…isn’t that kinda…contradictory? I mean…you are getting to do what you want to do…right? Making laws and leading is what you want to do. Just kinda weird to make a profession out of doing what you want to do by telling others what they cannot do. And you get to get all clever and creative with the law and laws and legislating. Make all kinds of rules that govern the rules and rulers, and also, govern the governed in a way that makes them incapable of exception, until they are an exception that someone finds exceptionally exceptional. Usually, that someone is someone that is in the same or a similar role as you, and so that tends to make the exceptional rather non-exceptional according to your own rules. As if you can build something so exceptionally strong and unyielding, that nothing and no one can move it. Can’t be moved eh? Oh yeah?
Q: How’d it get there?
A: ?¿?
^Lifelike- So Electric (Roller Disco Edit)^
All of the fear that I see in the media, irrespective of type of media and perspective(s) on those different types of media and their legitimacy, I don’t see it. The fear that they are talking about? I don’t see it. Almost like staring at “your weird neighbor that doesn’t talk to anyone” for hours on end each day, in the event that they do something something suspicious or crazy. Yeah…sounds like NO ONE in your neighborhood is doing ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD BE QUALIFIED AS SUSPICIOUS OR CRAZY!!! Cept for that one weird neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. Gee…I wonder why THAT is? Maybe you and your other neighbors’ previous “conversations” with this person have been a little…erm…interrogative. Oh yeah sure sure…I know…you just want to get to know them. Your motives sound wholesome and completely legit. Carry on. (Oh…and shhhhhh….but let me know what you find out about that weirdo!)
No fear here.
No fear at all.
No fear whatsoever.
Nothing to see here.
Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^
No wonder that delivery drivers throw shit on your porch and run instead of hand-delivering shit. You’ve got “security cameras” surrounding your home, inside and out. Who the FUCK is it that you don’t trust? Cause that seems like a fucking metric FUCKTON of trust to me. I don’t want video cameras all over my house, inside OR out. Maybe I am misinterpreting things here, but it sounds to me like the only person and or persons that you don’t trust in proximity to wherever it is that you live? Yeah…YOU. That means you don’t trust anyone else either. Moreover, it sounds as if you have so adopted that “it’s just a matter of time until I catch someone doing something” philosophy, that all you are interested in…is vengeance. “Justice” you may call it. Someone steals from you, they should be punished. Fair enough. Or is it? “Lotta things wrong with this country” some say.
O RLY? Who is saying this, who are they saying it to, and how are they saying it?
I mean…OBVIOUSLY they are someone hooked up to a respirator in a hospital.
How can they speak? You can’t speak when hooked up to one of those things.
I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?
I wonder who maintains it?
I wonder who that person is that keeps coming into the room and fiddling with those knobs on that machine?
^Neil Young & Johnny Depp (Dead Man) – Original Soundtrack Long Version^
Oh…I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve there? I thought there were a lot of things wrong with this country, and we needed to talk about them? Or do you wanna just point at the living corpse and go find someone to pay? Cause it sounds to me like someone already paid. Is still paying. Lotta paying going on there. And no…time does not heal all wounds. Not in the manner that many seem to perceive that particular quip. But it’s a start. Sounds like someone beat someone else to the punch there. Maybe even started without us.
Maybe we aren’t what we do.
Maybe we are what we’ve done.
Leyikes...sounds like someone is done for.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – On a Chair^
If you expect me to walk with you in your moment and moments of pain, why can I not do this for others? Why do you get to choose who, and who not, that I should walk with for a little while. Ya want something from me when ya want it, and ya don’t want anything from me when ya don’t want it. Both are wanting. I mean…when I apply the preceding to my own personal life? Yeah…I melt.
Motherfucking MELT.
I’ve gotten so much shit wrong in my life, that I’ve just about convinced myself that the only thing that I am capable of getting right IS GETTING SHIT WRONG CORRECTLY! lolz. How sad eh? Some might think that. But I don’t. I mean…I’ve never really planned on raising my arms to heaven in some sort of spiritual victory gesture, then sitting down and never doing anything ever again. How fucking boring is that? I mean sure, I’m pretty laid back and chill, and I like to hang out and just “ponder the yonder”…but it’s because there is always something else. Always…one more thing. I dunno. That’s how I see life anyway. If there is something to be done, and I am the person to do it? Goddamnit…it’s getting done. I’m kinda “ferocious” in that way.
Q: Dude…how in the FUCK do you know when “something needs to be done?”
A: Don't you? You're the one with all the questions.
I’m more of a “how am I gonna do this” kind of person. Because once I get to the “how question”…the “why question” has pretty much already been answered via the “who question.” If I am involved in anything, in any way shape or form…there is a reason. Maybe even…reasons.
It’ll go to shit from there. (Reason and reasoning be damned).
I wonder if that is my problem?
^Nylon- When You Love Someone (Lifelike Remix)^
I was briefly speaking with someone the other day regarding motion. Specifically…sea-sickness, or motion sickness. I mentioned that I do not get motion sickness/sea-sick. But I do get car-sick. Or at least, sometimes. I also mentioned that I used to get car-sick all the time when I was a kid. The person that I was talking with commented…”probably because you couldn’t see where you were going.” And I was like, yeah…that. But also, I mentioned that my parents were always perplexed at my paradoxical ease and difficulty.
EX: My parents we always like…
“Put that damn kid on a ride that spins in every direction possible at the same time, and he’ll have a smile on his face that you couldn’t erase with sandpaper. Put that kid in car going in a straight line, and he’s sick as dog as soon as the car starts rolling.”
The comment regarding “not seeing where you are going” got me to thinking about the pressurized nature of cars. I’d always do fine if a window was down, or even cracked open a bit. But with the windows up? <shudder> I mean…you are riding in a sealed car through all kinds of pressure and pressures, and all kinds of pressure changes as we drive in our cars. Granted…we want to keep the rain/snow/elements out so that our in-car stereo’s clock doesn’t short out. But were we really designed with pressure changes like this in mind? Because whether we were designed by a higher intelligence/God/gods, or whether we are some kind of universal fluke…the weather is important in that development regardless. No wonder we can basically classify ourselves as nothing more than a sack full o’sacks. Lotta membranes there.
Layer, upon layer, upon layer.
And speaking of layers and lairs…
let’s talk about religion!!!
^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^
Would you like some more music? K…I’ll insert another song here for no particular reason other than it came up in the random playlist that I currently listening to on YouTube.
^Jagwar Ma – Let Her Go (Live on KEXP)^
Let’s do two random-assed songs since this next one made an impression on me as well.
^Chaos Chaos – My Hands (Live on KEXP)^
Hows bouts a trifecta?
Go ahead...give it a tri.
^Daniel Lanois – “Sioux Lookout”^
So I’ve been thinking about this “911/119” that I’ve been seeing here and there recently. Yes…I see that kind of shit. But I have to give this shit a think before adding my own personal shit to the existing shit. Keeps it contextual and applicable when and whereso.
Anyway…I got thinking about my upbringing with respect to prophecy in The Book of Revelations. Everyone is always “The Beast this” and “The Beast that” and “what is The Beast” and blah blah blah blah blah. Lotta mysetery there eh?
Mysteries...even.
Anyway…yeah…it got me to thinking about all this business about “The Anti-Christ” which appears to be so damn popular, among the many other mysteries of that particular section of The Bible. And it occurred to me to maybe think about all of my studies, and all of the other people’s studies that has been proposed here and there, and relate those particular studies to the studies that I have heard espoused from the pulpit(s) of many preachers/pastors in my time and times at church or within other religious streams. This made me think of all of the crazy speculative shit that has been postulated, such as…I’ve even heard one “scholar” go so far as to say that “The Anti-Christ must be a homosexual, because there is no mention in The Bible of this man having any women around him.” <sigh> You gotta be SHITTING me!!! That was my thoughts then, and my thoughts now anyway. Primarily because, “at the point in time where this Anti-Christ dude is doing whatever in the fuck they are going to be doing? Yeah…they’re already here, doing whatever in the fuck it is that they are going to be doing, which means that it’s already done.” So what in the FUCK are you looking for?
So yeah…back to “The Beast.”
You want it?
You’ll get it.
See “The Beast” yet?
No?
Find a mirror if you have one handy and are feeling adventurous in your “”soul searching.”
If you look for something...you will find it.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^
Heddy stuff eh? Welp…it occured to me yesterday, that all of this “looking for doomsday” bullshit that I just CANNOT…FUCKING…GET AWAY FROM ANYWHERE…has rubbed me just about completely, and totally fucking raw. I’ve been “living in the shadow of doomsday” my entire fucking life. “The Secularists” want to kill me. “The Religious” want to kill me. “The…”…no wait…that covers everyone…right? “Secularists and Religious? Doesn’t that…just about cover 100% of everyone. I mean, yeah sure…there are several “100 percents” there to consider using my own special blend of wonky whacked-out -1/0/1 based mathematics.
100% of The Secularists.
100% of The Religious.
Yep…that’s everyone!!! So yeah…um…back to “The Beast.” Erm…
Q: Which one?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?
Which one do you wanna see?
Which one do you not wanna see?
Did you look in the mirror?
I have.
I see The Beast.
Eyes glowing red with fury.
And sometimes…not so much.
Just chomping at the bit…either way.
Waiting on you and your decision(s).
This is…at your behest, at your request, and for your benefit afterall.
I thought you wanted to know?
Q: Now what?
A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^
So yeah anyway…not to sound too schizophrenic or anything…but, let’s change the subject and talk about something else now that I’ve quasi-gotten that off my chest.
^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^
I mean really you fucking idiots. Are you going to be happy with unraveling the mystery and mysteries contained in ancient texts? Especially those dealing with “doomsday types of scenarios?” What? Are you gonna post it on your Facebook? Gonna send out a Tweet? Yeah right…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there? lolz
If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!
If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!
Make that “you = fucked” kinda flexi-interchangeable with “we = fucked”…and all of a sudden…your followers on Twitter and all your Facebook “Friends” are gonna drop you like a bad habit, no matter what the outcome is.
So…think about this while you and your gang are out riding around searching for mysteries to unravel…
Q: What if God/the gods do indeed exist, but they’ve had a change of heart?
A: SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?
I mean…if there is a God, according to The Bible at least…only “The Father” knows when “The Shit Will Indeed Hit The Fan” and will also “MAKE IT SO“. Right?
Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.
I wonder if there is shit going on that might make God…appear a little…”indecisive”…for lack of a better term.
I mean…the crazy fuck invented this place…what makes you so sure he’s in a big fucking hurry to tear it a new asshole? That’s always bothered me. Creation and Destruction doesn’t seem to jibe with each other in the way and ways that it’s described by others. What if “God’s Clock” ain’t set to go off for millions of years from now? Are you really so high up on God’s “good graces list” that he/she/it sends you his interstellar itinerary? Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! How much printer paper do you have? You’d need a fucking OCEAN of printer-ink to print out all that shit.
Which reminds me…what type of printer do you have? It must be HELLA reliable.
That's quite the endorsement for whoever made that brand/model of printer.
^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^
When I was fairly young, Stephen King addressed a scary concept for me regarding “The Anti-Christ” that really blew my mind. In his book “Carrie”…there was a mention of “Carrie’s Father” always carrying a pistol around with him in the event that he bumped into The Antichrist. When I read that…it blew my fucking mind. I mean…it made sense to me personally, because I was raised around “religious zealots of this type” in my formative years. Formative Years? What in the FUCKkind of unkind concept is that? This horseshit that we become “locked-in” around the age of 7? Horseshit. How many 0-7 year old kids are in college? None? Why is that? Can’t teach em anything past 7 or so, so why bother?
Your system and systems are fucked.
Don’t think so?
For any Americans reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: Say WHAT?!?!? Which one dude? Be specific.
I was specific you stupid redneck gal or guy. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
For any of our other World Citizens reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: I SAY ol' chappy?!?!? Which one, Yank? Be more specific if you don't mind.
I was specific old boy or girl. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^
Q: How do you kill someone who cannot be killed?
A:DUDE! What if I shoot someone who says they cannot die right in the fucking face, and they die?!?!?
Welp, sounds to me like you are prolly headed for prison. Or at least on a long journey through some legal system of some kind.
BTW...Way to go. You sure showed them.
Better hope you don’t bump into them down the road. That would suck. They’re somehow back up and fit-as-a-fiddle, and you are headed for jail.
Sucks to be you.
^Hybrid – Last Man Standing^
Do you really care who solves you and your planet’s problems? Or do you just want them to get solved? Because if you just want them solved? Sounds to me like the system and systems are already in place for that kind of path. Let your local representatives know what you want and/or need. I mean, that’s what they are there for right? To represent you and your needs? If they don’t help you get what you need, find someone who will and vote them into office at the next election. It’s that simple as far as I understand it. But you can’t just vote every 1 or 2 or 4 years and expect to have your needs met if government is the only method for meeting your needs. You gotta be specific, and you gotta stay involved. You know, you can actually call your legislators on the telephone. You can write them letters. They will respond. It may not be the response you want or need…but they will respond. They are people afterall. And not just “at the end of the day.” Most of them are people 24/7 as far as I can tell.
^Pogo – Symphony #69^
That reminds me. At lunchtime today…I addressed the topic of “surveillance” with whatshername since she let slip the other day that she has an app on her phone which she uses, that allows her to track all of these phones and their locations at all times. She was marveling at the convenience of setting up something called a “geo-fence” around certain homes, and she will get a text message any time that one of the phones leave or arrive at that particular location. <le fucking YIKES!!!>
How creepy. 😐
Anyway, I mentioned something about government agencies in this country monitoring/reading all emails and phone calls. She got rather angry and said,
“Well…if they have that kind of free time to listen to my phone calls and read my emails…more power to them. I’m gonna start emailing loads weird shit on purpose to create more work for them.”
Great idea.
But I suggested… “Why not start a letter writing campaign instead? Hand-write and mail letters to The CIA/NSA/FBI that simply say “stop reading my emails!” and send those like daily. The irony will not be lost on them.”
She and my daughter laughed.
I had never heard the term “geo-fence” nor did I know that it was possible in the way that she described it.
I looked up “geo-fence” and found something called “geo-fencing.”
I have decided that the cellphone is not going with me.
^Wilkinson – Afterglow live at T in the Park 2014^
Now why would someone get pissed at someone tracking someone on something that is “theirs?” Supposed to be mine anyway. No one calls me on it. I’ve only accessed The Internet on it once. I carry it “for emergency purposes” at her request, because we have children. Sure I know that cellphones can be tracked. How in the fuck do you think it receives calls in the first place? But being able to do something, and actually doing something? Yeah…there’s a difference. Don’t tell me there isn’t a difference, because the entirety of law and laws are based on that premise. In my mind, I should be able to walk to the border of my country, and moonwalk up and down that motherfucker…and as long as I don’t cross that line…we’re good. Not that I can moonwalk or anything. But I digress.
^Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO with Lyrics^
The Synchros have really been spinnin’ over the last few weeks. It feels like my spine is under enough pressure that it’s eventually gonna shoot right out of the top of my head. I guess Kundalini has a tiger by the tail here, and is trying to make it both fun AND funny. I mean, I can understand why. This shit HURTS! And I have a pretty good sense of humor with respect to myself. Especially when I am disrespecting myself. The image of Kundalini yanking on my tailbone so hard, that my body’s knots all unwind in one direction, and wind up in another direction under so much pressure…that when she let’s go of my tailbone? My spine is gonna shoot right out of the top of my head at Mach 200k+…lolz.
My spine is pretty fucked-up. It’s sure baffled the shit out of some doctors. But I’ve learned a lot from their advice, wisdom and expertise. I just hope that I am able to return the favor somehow. Somehow figure out a way to relay what I have learned. I mean yeah…that’s what I’ve been doing in my writing(s). But I get the feeling that very few read what I write…and maybe that’s a good thing. Some scary shit, to be sure. That said, there are those that I have encountered over the past few years that have helped immensely. I hope that I can, and am, returning that favor as well. Nothing like a compete fuckup in the mix, that specializes, and can assist, with shit getting completely out of control. Shit might get kinda…calm…at that point. Allow a little time for reflection. Maybe even some discussion. I dunno tho. I prolly won’t be there.
^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^
I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the shit that is going on inside me. I mean…I can feel it, and I can see some of it, some I can even imagine…but most I can’t actually see…so I just have to trust. Trusting your own gut instincts regarding your guts…whodathunkit?
The feeling in my feet and legs is weird. It comes and goes…but sometimes…it feels like…I dunno…feeling? My skin is coming off by the bucketful, so yeah…I remain skeptical about our epidermis being replaced every 30 days. If I am right about some of this rheumatic types of shit that I am seeing, some of this skin is as old as I am. Nevermind the, what appears to be anyway, leftover adhesive types of goody from bandages that have covered certain large parts of my anatomy here and there over my life.
Is it possible that I am misinterpreting what I am seeing and experiencing? Well sure dummy. Anything is possible. But how many people have to give you weird “WTF??!?!” types of looks before you start wearing long-sleeve shirts and toboggans out in public because of those who have given you double-takes in public previously, due to them seeing…”the storms.” I know they are weird looking. Some are REALLY fucking weird looking. But it has allowed and afforded me some insight into what I believe is how my body really works. I mean yeah…I’m well aware that my particular body has worked it’s ass off over the course of my life. It’s a great little machine of wonder and amazement to me. I cannot believe that I have made it as far as I have. But yeah…I can.
^Captain Beefheart Upon The My O My Old Grey Whistle Test 1974^
I actually question my methods, modes and motives quite a bit.
Not only that, but we have received a missive from Cade…
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Sup?
How the fuck are ya?
^Garbage – Magnetized^
I was just sitting here thinking…while I’m sitting here doing nothing, I guess I may as well do something.
As I recall…this is a rather popular decision making process among many of my fellow entities residing in gravity.
(NOTE: "Entities Residing In Gravity" are what I refer to as life here on Earth/Terra. Just FYI.)
^Jay Lumen – Babel (Original Mix)^
As of late…I guess I’ve been doing quite a bit of reflecting on the last 5/6 years of this “spiritual journey” that I’ve been on. Because without the 44 years that preceded this particular block of time in time…those 5/6 years or so are meaningless.
Experiences change.
Experience changes.
Weird how that works eh?
^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^
For those who have ever seen the movie “Contact”…there is a point in the movie where “The Alien” makes the comment…
“This is the way it’s been done for billions of years.”
This statement is made at what I guess movie critics would call “a pivotal point in the film”, to where Jody Foster’s mind appears to be swimming in questions that she wants to ask, but the primary thought she has is regarding the benefit of “others” and the questions they will have. Basically, what she is asking “the alien/aliens”…is for “proof.” But thinking about it now, she’s not asking for the type of proof that we normally think of with respect to proof, she is asking for “something convincing”…something absolute. Nevermind the adventure she and the rest of the planet Earth/Terra has been on that has led to this particular moment, which to many in the film, is already “proof enough.” Because what she wants, and I dare say…”what she needs”…is “something for the hardcore.” A pair of alien space booties or alien space goggles that she can bring back with her, and smack the non-believers and skeptics upside the head with, then hang them in a museum somewhere so others can look at them in wonder.
For me personally…you had me at hello.
That said…erm…”billions of years”, eh?
Ever heard of the concept known as “upgrading?”
I brought some sales samples with me if you are interested.
Here’s my business card…home number is on the back. 😉
^Nic Fanciulli – Movin’ On (Original Mix)^
Thinking about it now, we place a great deal of demands on others with respect to proof and proving. I guess this is prolly why “the military” works so well. Why soldiers tend to be the best representative(s) of what we should and should not be, and when, and why.
What is my logic here?
Simple:NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE FUCKING MILITARY!!!
Especially in a time of war.
And yet…in times of war, they sign up in droves to join the military.
Why?
Simple: It needs to be done, and someone has to do it.
Now that we have the simpleton stuff out of the way…
NOW we can talk conspiracy and games.
^Technasia – Heart Of Flesh (Original Mix)^
Back on the “spiritual path”…lolz…erm…I guess this is why “the spirit” is prolly the most ignored thing that we have. As a species, we’re pretty rough on the ol’ spirit. And not just in this so-called modern era of ours. In my reading(s) of history, we as humans seem to always be rough on the spirit. We’re either ignoring our own, or trying to crush someone else’s. No wonder that the spirit is more easily directly related to the ego. I mean…we’re supposed to have spirit at sporting events yeah? We’re supposed to cheer our children on with their shitty macaroni art creating endeavors yeah? And yet…there are places of business that I have worked for that specifically FORBID you from hanging your children’s “macaroni art” in your work area. So…we are talking taste.
LOLZ…talking “taste” with respect to art. Specifically…”macaroni art.”
Now that's funny. 😉
Maybe if I covered my kids’ macaroni art with a Habanero Pesto Sauce, it would be “zesty” enough to be classified as worthy.
But there’s a problem there.
Art via group or proxy must be done as a group or via proxy from inception.
Otherwise…it’s just interference.
Certainly not something I would classify as…al dente. 😀
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
I keep putting off finishing up my packing and boxing, because I’m still waiting on some kind of kind word from whatshername. And when you operate in, and on, the timelines that I operate in and on…you learn patience. But that’s prolly another part of the spirit that many of us ignore. We sure seem to espouse a pride in being impatient. However, it occurs to me that impatience is simply patience on a different timeline. We all have goals, needs and wants…and goddamnit…WE WANT OUR NEEDS AND WANTS GOALS, RIGHT…FUCKING…NOW GODDAMNIT!!! That’s kinda funny eh? Putting up a goddamn “God Dam” right fucking where we need time and times and the blessings of progress, and of the instant gratification variety to FLOW LIKE A FUCKING RIVER AFTER RAINFALL!!! No wonder God is big on “pouring out his blessings.” lolz
All these damn dams we are building.
NOTE: The above silliness is in no way, shape or form, referencing the situation in California.
Stop reading into shit.
Or keep on.
Whatevz.
LET’S GET HIGH!!!
^Drinking Coffee and Getting High^
Let’s get high with the same idiot, around a hole created by something that was high…at some point, then got down on itself.
Q: I wonder how many spirits that crater has lifted?
A: Food for thought.
^Exploring A Meteor Crater From The Air^
So what is the fucking scoop on this Chelsea soccer team? Is that England’s national team or something? Or are they like the UK’s version of The Dallas Cowboys. The Cowboys, at one point anyway, were called “America’s Team.” I guess because you either loved them, or hated them. When I lived in Washington DC, I saw a T-shirt once that read “My favorite two teams are, The Redskins, and anyone playing The Cowboys.” I dunno…I don’t watch sports anymore.
^Half A Person^
Yeah, I can see most of what others see in this “spiritual” realm of craziness. Whether that be religion/religious, magic, magik, magick, majick, alchemy, or whatthefuckever and whatnot.
But my question remains…”And?”
Sorry, but that whole “circle thing” with respect to “casting” really gave me the creeps/freaked me the fuck out. Looks like a goddamn bullseye to me. Granted, the circle is without “the crosshairs”…but in that situation, WHO FUCKING NEEDS CROSSHAIRS?!?!?!? Afterall, you are the only idiot standing in that circle. What…are the gods suddenly confused? Their aim gonna have problems discerning between the knucklehead standing in that circle chanting whatthefuckever they are chanting, and the rest of existence/creation?
Anyway…yeah…that’s kinda what I think about that shit.
SCENARIO: Some poor asshole cuts you off on your daily drive to work.
You…are a practitioner of Majick or Magick.
When you get home from work that day, you cast a spell on that worthless fuck that causes his children to get cancer and die.
Smart thinkin'.
What could possibly go wrong.
This is why I hate religion.
The concept of religion itself is, to me, beyond description in it’s purpose and beauty.
It’s “pomp and circumstance” and pageantry and ceremony is/are fascinating and beautiful.
However, I have a simple request of my own…and that is, don’t require me to participate.
^Eye – Smashing Pumpkins^
It’s currently 11:11 on Tuesday April 4th of 2017.
Just in case you were wondering.
Just in case you were wandering.
Nothing wrong with either of those.
What in the FUCK am I doing writing about stupid shit like this at 11 o’clock in the morning for.
Prolly just to make egregious grammatical errors.
This is The Internet afterall.
Ere'body's lookin' 4 sumpin.
^Nobody loved you- manic street preachers^
If you could bottle your spirit…what do you think it would look like?
My guess is that it would look exactly like you.
And now we are talking about cloning.
And cloning is bad.
Bad stuff is terrible…so…yeah…no cloning.
Cloning will never work anyway.
Two things cannot occupy the same space, nor can one thing occupy two spaces.
That territory is reserved as best as I can tell.
Can’t create something that already exists.
Not that there isn’t infinite potential with respect to possibility.
But I think that people sometimes forget that “impossibility is possible.”
If you sit and stew on that particular thought for a while, it’ll really cook your macaroni art.
^Voodoo Lady – Ween homemade video^
Speaking of pasta and flying spaghetti monsters…if you take the above pic, and throw a metric fuckton of Angel Hair Pasta on top of this particular animation? Yeah…that’s kinda what “my” curved space model is gonna look like. There is so much fucking energy, and there are so many fucking energies in this here Universe of ours, that you are going to be able to see just about anything you want to see. And that is not to say that it isn’t there…it’s there. Oh yeah…its there, and it doesn’t have jack shit to do with multi-dimensionality with respect to “alternate this” and “alternate that” the way that many interpret these nutty things.
And yet…it’s exactly like that. But you have to keep in mind, that a milestone in our journey/journeys is also a mile-marker. That’s all a milestone is. We don’t “hang up our hat.” We don’t “retire the act.” We just…change. Change direction even. But we keep going. You can roller skate across an entire country standing on your head just to be different…but you are still on the same path that you are on. Maybe that’s where we get it wrong when interpreting the actions and intents of others. Interpretation is an absolute. Interpolation is dynamic. We consider considerations in an ever changing environment.
Think of it like this: God’s Age + Relativity.
God’s Current Age = 13.8+ billion years.
My Current Age = 49+ years
We are equally aged.
X: Close enough. 😉
Coupla things to keep in mind tho…
1) We are talking about “Earth Years” in “Earth Time” with respect to Universal years/time. They are the same, AND…different…all at the same time, AND…at different times.
2) We are as old as we are.
3) We are who we are.
4) We are our experience and experiences. That is not a detraction. There is always…a surplus. 😉
The I that is me.
The me that is we. The we that is me.
The me that is I.
^Underworld – Born Slippy^
I understand “The Horoscope” from a galactic/intergalactic standpoint. At least maybe a base of its base and what it represents. Lotta energy and energies and matter and matters. Lotta motion and motions and time and times. And I see the/a dynamic nature to that static “map” or overlay of sorts. But what I also see…is a fuckton of shit that is omitted. What connects the connections. What connects the connectors. I don’t see “a” veil…I see many veils. I see “the mystery finding you” as well as “you finding the mystery.” Not that I see everything. I mean…hell’s fucking bells…this is ME we are talking about here. I don’t see hardly anything. But I guess maybe that’s why. I see all kinds of shit. But the shit that I see is very easy for me to understand, and very difficult for me to explain/relate. Mainly because, it’s typically a situation that is interrogative in nature. You want answers, you think that I have them, and you want them RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!!! GIMME ANSWERS FUCKFACE!!!
Ok…sure…
Q: Now what?
A: ¿?¿
Oh…I can’t ask questions, but you can?
Hmmm…that just don’t seem fair.
Meh…whatevz….whadda ya wanna know?
^Alice | Pogo^
To relate, think of The Stock Market. A great example of a reliable static system, that represents an environment of what most would prolly call complete chaos, disorder and unreliability.
Sound familiar?
Yep. I get the feeling that God/The gods never left. They’re creeping around here somewhere. Just gotta keep in mind that “around here somewhere” is a relative term. I quasi-operate in this realm. Or at least, in a realm and realms similar to theirs. I mean, we all do. What I personally call “The Realms of The Seen and The Unseen.” That helps us to better understand (I think and hope anyway) because we are not beings of sight. Or at least, sight alone. We have many senses. It’s when we start naming and numbering them that they lose their importance. Or at least, it seems to detract from the whole. Ironic eh? No wonder the spirit is ignored. It’s shining and soaring, or it isn’t.
^Alex H feat. Mona Moua – There’s No Turning Back (Original Mix)^
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, what is this recurring “BOOM” theme of yours? And what is this “Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM” business you are always writing at weird times? Are you referring to nuclear fission and/or fusion?
A: “BOOM” = a heartbeat. A heartbeat so big and powerful, that sometimes it feels like my feet are going to explode?
A: Your feet?
Cade: Yes. My feet. May I continue please?
A: <sorry>
lolz
Anyway…the Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM! bit is indeed about nuclear fission/fusion. BUT, it’s a nested/embedded kinda thing, that includes “The Butterfly Effect” and String Theory. Think: Spiders. Threads. Webs. Safety Nets and Traps.
To relate…I have a question for you…
Q: Do you really ever…want to be in “a safety net?”
A: !!!
Yeah…sounds like you were trapped at some point. Trapped enough to require a net to catch your dumb ass.I mean really…does anyone want a vocation that requires a net? Because if so…you are either catching…or being caught. <me shudders> This is prolly why law enforcement branches and groups appear so self-righteous.
Sorry to get “off-topic”…but everything is connected. At least in some way. Does it really matter how thick or thin the thread is? It does? O RLY?!?!?
Q: What kind of net/netting are you using, and is it for you?
A: Wait...what? What do you mean..."for me?"
I dunno…don’t you?
You’re the one with the net.
^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^
The only thing worse than catching a wild animal in a trap? Yeah…now what?
Q: Who caught who/who has who now?
A: ...
^Pearl jam – better man^
I guess firearms/guns have kinda leveled that playing field a bit. But think of it like this. If “the playing field” was not level to begin with, how in the FUCK did guns/firearms ever get invented in the first place? Did only the stupid ones get eaten, and the smart ones survived to go on an invent a better “.300 Grain Bullet Hyersonic Wooly Mammoth Trap?” That doesn’t make sense. How in the FUCK did only “the smart ones” survive? I mean, if the smart ones survive, and all the dumb ones are dead? Yeah…suddenly…smart is the new dumb. Let’s go find some more shit to fuck up.
Maybe that’s where these genius philosopher fucks arrived at the conclusion that “The smarter and more intelligent a species is, the more violent that species is.”
O RLY?!?!?!?!?
You left a shitload of shit out there pops.
Primarily, the fact that you are a dumbass.
If I smack you over the head with that grandiose book of wisdom you just wrote, does that make mes haz tha supa-smartz brains?
Yeah…yer a dumbass.
BUT! Thanks for the pearls of wisdom anyway.
😉
^Spektralized – Shy^
Maybe I’m wrong here, but maybe the fact that we seem to rely more on the systems our ancestors built, than we rely on the people that built them themselves. And I mean as people…as individuals. Gotta keep this shit contextual. Relative…even. Things develop the way that they do. And we are only allowed a glimpse into our ancestors’ lives. They are not the sum of their parts. Because these “sums” tend to leave some stuff…out.
I had a roommate once who was an Indian/Native American. And when I say Indian, I mean born and raised on an honest-to-God reservation in New York State. He had a plaque that he hung on the wall that contained an old Indian Proverb to the effect of…
“Let me not judge another, until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.”
It’s something that we cannot do. However, we can “walk with” someone.
If you wanna get inside someone’s head?
STEP 1: Shitcan that bullshit idea. It’s impossible.
STEP 2: Get to know yourself and your motives.
STEP 3: Analyse all factors that are driving you to know this other person/entity, and where they originate.
STEP 4: Reflect.
Q: Now what?
A: ...
Sorry, but I cannot give you what I don’t have.
Sorry, but I cannot give you what I can’t give you.
Sorry, but I cannot give you what I have, that is not mine to give.
Other than that, I ain’t got much, but you are welcome to it.
^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^
There’s all kinds of things that it has been my privilege to be able to teach others to see and experience. Things like…”no matter how big you get with numbers, the sum will never equate to larger than one.”
You really think that God/the gods/The Universe hasn’t wrestled with the concept of creation? With the concept of creation as it relates to originality and uniqueness? Because, I’m quite sure that they have.
Imagine that you are a creator, or even…the creator. You just created something that was so unique and creative and original, that it’s knocked your motherfucking “Size ∞ Sandals” right off your motherfucking feet.
Q: How did I do that? Q: How is this possible? Q: How is that possible? Q: Is this possible? Q: Did all that shit really just happen? Q: Who can I ask for assistance in these matters?
Prolly why it’s so easy for us to understand and/or relate better to an “angry” God/god than a caring and loving God/god. I mean, even if you personally don’t have children of your own…you were one once right?
We can all relate to one another.
We can relate to much more than that when and if we try.
That wasn’t such a long walk afterall now was it?
^Miss Kittin – I Beat That Bitch With A Hit^
One step ahead…always.
Well...at least one anyway. 😉
Being “the rabbit” has its advantages.
Fighting, Fucking, Fleeing, Feeding, Finding.
Fucking Fabulous.
😉
^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^
I mean…you like being who and what you are right?
Only fair that I be able to like who and what I am too right?
I mean…you aren’t trying to crush my spirit are ya?
Nah…who would do such a thing?
^Pixies – Um Chagga Lagga^
I guess the spirit is kinda important. Kinda like toenails and fingernails are important. Think they aren’t important? Try doing without them. Now how important are they? Yeah…lotta things about life that we deem as a pain in the ass. Nothing wrong with pain. Pain is as important as anything else. Don’t think so? Then why do we have it? Now that you have arrived at your own personal answer…go ask “A Leper” how important pain is. Or maybe even, ask someone who has lived in so much pain during their life, that they stopped feeling entirely, and didn’t even realize it. I mean really, how do you know when you stop feeling. It’s not like you can feel anything. Quite the concept to ponder eh?
As a pilot in an unpressurized aircraft at altitude, we run the risk of suffering from oxygen deficiency when operating above certain altitudes for certain periods of time. Therefore, there are rules in place that dictate, when operating above “X” altitude for “X” amount of time or longer, you must have supplemental oxygen/a supplemental oxygen supply. The problem with altitude induced hypoxia, is that you become “euphoric” and keep telling yourself that everything is OK and/or operate under the assumption that everything is OK. But eventually, you’ll pass-out or lose consciousness. This is prolly why so many climbers have died on Mount Everest. Because even though there is a difference there with respect to the acute nature of altitude change over time over times when talking about climbing in an aircraft vs. climbing on foot, the environment(s) and the result(s) are the same. Ever seen those idiots that climb Everest or other tall mountains? They’re dying. Or at least, that is the common understanding. But, the reality is that they are changing. Whether that be changing from life to death, or something else entirely, is irrelevant. I mean…yeah…it’s relevant, in a timely fucking manner types of relevance…but yeah…also irrelevant. Because we are talking change and changes. Don’t like the potential outcome or the way things are going? Descend. Don’t like how things turned out after climbing back down? Ascend. Because all you gotta do is flip either one of those and they are the same fucking thing in a different direction.
Yeah…I think I understand more of this shit than others might think I do.
Just because my particular “special blend” doesn’t jibe with yours, doesn’t make me right and you wrong nor vice versa.
Just...different.
^Pixies – Where Is My Mind? (Music Video)^
That’s why I don’t search for truth. I’m surrounded by the shit. No need to find what you are surrounded by. Maybe some motherfucking housekeeping is in order around here? Sure. No arguments here. But I have to do that part myself.
(Any advice is welcome and appreciated. FYI)
^Pixies – Stormy Weather^
Someone informed me that they fuckin finally finished their motherfucking story that they have been working on. Motherfucking CHEERS are in order here!!!
Congrats to you!
Just in time for Christmas!
😉
Have a song young lady!
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
Ah, Dear Reader, there you are! Happy World Autism Awareness Day…
Autism is due to a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Some cases are strongly associated with certain infections during pregnancy including rubella and use of alcohol or cocaine.
Phew! Not caused by smoking. Not yet anyways…
More good news! The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive to savour, ponder and enjoy… Take your time 😀
*******
Howdy! It’s been a while. Depending on your personal definition of “a while”…but in my estimation…yes…it’s been a while. A while since I wrote one of these things. 3 weeks by my estimation. Today is April 1st of 2017, and it’s currently 21:56 where I am. I have no idea where you are, or what time it is when you are, nor when you are reading this wherever you are. But I assume that you are reading this…whoever you are.
So…let’s start this particular journey off with a new “paradox” that is being touted by certain scientists/thinkers.
“If you invent a time machine, you will not be able to travel further back in time prior to the time machine being invented.”
I say…horseshit.
^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^
Think of it like this…if you invent a time machine…this means, that as soon as it is “invented?” Yeah…you will pour through that time simultaneously upon creation.
Or at least…someone/something will.
Meaning: As soon as that time machine is created, all kinds of shit is going to happen…right…fucking…then.
But more than that? Weird shit is going to start happening, leading up to, and right up to that “time of time-machine creation.”
Why?
Creation is a process.
Now that we’ve got that “paradox” solved…let’s get even weirder.
All kinds of people are gonna wanna know how I arrived at this “conclusion” of mine.
Here’s the simple version…”Time-Travel”…already exists. And you don’t need a machine to travel through time, nor even to manipulate and control time. Those pathways already exist. All you need, is a bead on where you want to go.
Oh...and "why" might be important as well.
^Hybrid. Blackout Y4K Edit^
This is some weird shit for some Okie hick to be thinking about, eh?
Yeah well…I’ve been thinking about this shit for most of my life. A lot of other weird assed shit as well.
I just never talked about it before.
Not really something that many people have any interest in.
Especially in these parts.
As I wrote previously, when I was a kid, I was faced with a horrible paradox of my own.
“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT SUCH THINGS!!! LET ALONE…TALKING ABOUT THEM!!!”
Q: How do you not think about something that you have already thought about?
A: Time.
^Massive Attack feat. Mos Def – I Against I^
So anyway…yeah…we’ve invented a time machine that some sciences/scientists say can only travel backwards in time to the point in time of it’s own conception.
Hmmm...you sure the fuck are making a lot of assumptions about time there.
Nevermind the assumptions that you are making about the machine itself. And, brothers and sisters, I’m getting pretty fucking detailed with my analysis of the machine itself. And I mean on the atomic/molecular levels, as detailed as origins of each and every molecule and atom and other sub-atomic particles within the machine’s parts and materials themselves. Just keep in mind, that in my personal thinking in these veins, I operate under the guise that information is NEVER lost in particles of matter. That matter remembers not only what it is, but what it has interacted with, and when, and where…and perhaps even…why.
Yep…”why” matter “A” has interacted with matter “B”…and all the other details of that interaction.
Information preservation…The Universe is big on it.
^Underworld – King Of Snake (Everything…)^
So now that we are thinking about matter in terms of “Universal Age”…meaning that you may actually be dealing with a particle of matter that has been around for countless ages within time, at the same time that you are dealing with a particle of matter that has only been around for a few thousand years. Maybe even a few thousand days.
To relate…there is a movie called “Interstellar” where the heroes of the story visit a planet with a massive amount of gravity, and the movie tells us that time changes radically for those who visit the planet itself, as well as for those who stay behind in orbit.
This is going to be both possible AND impossible, because time is contextual AND flexible AND simultaneous.
For the purposes of the story/movie, I kinda let it slide…but not really. Gravity and time are not mutually exclusive nor mutually inclusive. They are both and/or either.
EX: The movie itself has only a coupla hours to tell it’s story. A story of time and dimensionality. Nevermind all of the usual “humans going extinct/Earth dying” bullshit that it attempts to address. Oh…and there are some jabs at religion and government in there. Lotta shit to try and cover when telling the story of an entire species through the eyes of basically a father and his daughter.
What this story neglects to include, is the time and times of the travelers themselves. Nevermind their ships and all the superfluous crap they brought with them. As if there is some kind of transcendent barrier out there that allows for the entirety of the rules to change for one set, and remain constant for the other. When the reality is, that there are not two groups…there is only one. If you stop thinking matter, and start thinking energy/energies…and then get back to matter, and then add those two together…we’re right back where we never should have left in the first place when investigating this shit…one.
^Underworld – Scribble^
I think this is why science has such a hard time understanding the quanta. The flips that happen within the rule/rules sets are simultaneous. Singular…even. One this way…one that way…at the same time, and at different times. All you gotta do is add some motion there, and you’ll see what the gate is always backwards “on the other side.” Because it is not only backwards, it’s backwards AND forwards. It depends on the point of origin AND the destination. Because if you actually travel that path, they are simultaneous. So if you can get your head wrapped around THAT concept…now you are gonna REALLY start thinking about time. Yer gonna have to. Because you are already thinking about distances and speeds. 😉
So yeah…never leave time out…ever.
And now that you are seeing that cyclonic from view A, is anticyclonic from view B…now let’s get even weirder…it both…on both sides…all at the same time.
Q: Why?
A: It’s a question of access. By who, why, and when.
^R.E.M. – The Great Beyond (Hybrid Remix)^
So now that we have successfully invented our time machine, and the entirety of everyone who ever would access this machine and it’s network has simultaneously poured out of this gateway at the instant of it’s creation…can you see maybe why these pathways not only exist, but are off limits? Sound familiar? Almost as if someone has done this before? Sound much like “rules going out the window” at different points within science and it’s findings? And yet…science and scientists still want to know why this happens.
Stop for a second and think about this…are we here? Are you happy to be here?
Are you pleased with this environment and the way things work?
So yeah…find the beginning, and you simultaneously find the end.
Better be sure of which end you found and where.
^Pendulum – In Silico (Full Album)^
Something else that you need to think about and never forget as you are thinking about and never forgetting time…we are already traveling through it. All kinds of energies and matter of all types and sizes moving all kinds of ridiculous speeds from fast to fastest to slow to slowest. Some of these energies and matters move at speeds so ridiculously fast, that they appear to not move at all. Does any of this sound familiar?
Sure that you want to “tap into” that concept touted as “The Source?”
I don't think a tap is mandatory.
That said, I don’t make “the rules.” I wouldn’t even know what they were even if I knew what they were…which I don’t. But there goddamn sure seems to be some guidelines. Guides…even.
Did you just roll your eyes?
Me too.
lolz
LEARNING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GODDAMNIT!!!
(nod to the movie "Bull Durham" there)
THIS GAME IS FUN GODDAMNIT!!!
lolz
^Knife Party – Abandon Ship Full Album [HD]^
OK so yeah…I may have figured out a thing or three. Maybe even more than that. What I HAVE NOT found tho? A practical application of knowing these things. I mean, we’re here…it’s happening. The practical application of these things…that is.
Q: If you have to “provoke” someone or something…are your methods and intentions sound?
A: Only you can answer this.
You pretty much had me at “provoke” or “provoked.”
OH! Encouragement? Yeah right.
Fear is a shitty motivator, irrespective of use. Meaning making someone fear to do something, or fear to not do something? Same shit.
^Deadmau5 full album 4X4=12 [Full CD]^
One day a coupla years ago, one of my nieces was talking with my daughter, and I overheard my neice say…
“I pray every night for God to just let me forget everything that I know.”
😦
God almighty. It has gnawed at me for years since hearing her say that.
I used to do that. I used to pray to die, forget, not know, unknow…whatever.
Just...something. Anything.
But at some point in my life, I was like…”WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE HERE! I’M DOING THIS WRONG!!!” I am who I am, and I can’t change that nor my past anymore than I can predict the future. I just gotta use what I got, as best I can. That’s when I started “The Gingerbread House of Horrors.” I mean, all this bad shit has happened…why not use it. And NOT in the way that I am being told to use it. Don’t use it to beat myself up with nor mope around in regret all of the time. Study it…and not “what went wrong.” Start with “what went right.”
We already have a good fucking bead on what went wrong.
^Futuria – (1 HOUR OF DARK DEADMAU5 SONGS)^
There’s your goddamn deadmau5. 😉
^One Hour Mix of Arabic Trance Music – Ancient Egypt – Vol. II^
I dunno. Lotta shit had started to make sense to me with respect to a lot of shit that has really kinda always made sense to me. Not that I’m not still equally perplexed and flummoxed…because I am. But I am not the “BEND TO MY WILL!!!!” type of person that some I encounter are. I don’t see The Universe nor anything in it as “something to be ruled.” Not in the manner in which many if not most mean “rule.” I’m better as the floating member of the support team. Help you build some of your dreams, crush other ones. BUT! I’ll always have an alternate dream for you in the event of a crushing. I only use that term because about the only time that “dreams” have adjectives is of the adverb/more of a verb type of adjective. Good, bad, nightmare, came true/come true, in progress, abandoned.
How sad. To treat dreams that way.
😦
To treat dreams that way…is to treat others in that same way.
Even if it yourself treating yourself that way.
😦
^Zardonic – Vulgar Display Of Bass Full Album^
When I talk about myself and my “I, me, my” kinda mode of writing…I am simply trying to relate my experience(s) to similar experience(s). And I’ve seen a SHITLOAD of FUCKTONS of those similarities in others. Why wouldn’t I? Granted, there are some major differences, and some experiences to which only I am privy. But most of that shit tends to be on the “really good ends” and “really bad ends” of the spectrum. I dunno…I gots no answers on how to deal with shit that you may be going through. But I can tell you that the experience of it, is worth anything and everything. And yes, that includes all kinds of pain and pains. There is no separation between “physical” and “mental” pain(s). Pain is pain, and hurt hurts. If you have a great life…good for you. Fucking GREAT for you. Srsly. I’m happy you’re happy. Just don’t try and beat me over the head with “you need to be happy goddamnit!!!” I hate that shit. Before you know it…you are telling me “be this” or “be that” or “be this AND that”…and I’ll be all like…”Ummm…do I need to be here for this?”
^All Knife Party Songs And Remixes In 1080p!^
I’m sorry…did you wanna talk about this shit or not?
The deadline is looming for the Easter Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader…
*Thank you, Clicky…*
… And I have still to finish my second story submission…
*No, Clicky, that’s a different sort of submission…*
*No, knot that kind of sub mission either, Clicky… /tuts… Could you just… /zips lips… just for a mo?*
…Although I have finished writing the Afterword, an opportunity offered to me by Leggy last weekend. You have no idea the sheer amount of poetry I’ve been trawling through this past week…
*Oh, so much Bryon and Shelley, you wouldn’t believe… /rolls eyes…*
… Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a short break and pen a post, as last night, Leggy brought news that Canadian politicians have made a Motion, a move toward the outright banning any criticism of a single, solitary religion…
…Can’t happen? They wouldn’t possibly enact a punishable law against ‘islamophobia’? The answer was supplied to that question by RedFrank…
*Literally at the gate… /sigh…*
*/smiles… A Ted talk, perfect…*
*Oh Clicky…*
… Must get back to finishing my short story now, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and… Have a Song… 😉
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UPDATE – MONDAY 27 MARCH 2017
bode (v.) Old English bodian“proclaim, announce; foretell,” from boda“messenger,” probably from Proto-Germanic *budon- (source also of Old Saxon gibod, German gebot, Old Norse boð), from PIE *bheudh-“be aware, make aware” (source also of Sanskrit bodhati “is awake, is watchful, observes,”buddhah“awakened, enlightened;” Old Church Slavonic bljudo“to observe;” Lithuanian budeti “to be awake;” Old Irish buide“contentment, thanks”). As a shortened form of forebode (usually evil), it dates from 1740. Related: Boded; boding.
According to German media, the stolen coin is the “Big Maple Leaf”, a commemorative piece issued by the Royal Canadian Mint in 2007. The three-centimeter (1.18-inch) thick coin, with a diameter of 53 centimeters (20.9 inches), has a face value of $1 million. By weight alone, however, it would be worth almost $4.5 million at market prices.
The Bode Museum, located on the German capital’s UNESCO-listed Museum Island, houses one of the world’s biggest coin collections. The holding includes 102,000 coins from ancient Greece and about 50,000 Roman coins.
Spokesman Stefen Petersen said thieves apparently entered through a window about 3:30 a.m. Monday, broke into a cabinet where the “Big Maple Leaf” coin was kept, and escaped with it before police arrived.
German police said on Twitter that the robbers likely used a ladder found at a nearby rail track to break into the museum at around 3:30 am. Suburban rail traffic was interrupted as investigators combed the area for clues. The police did not comment on how the thieves managed to cart the extremely heavy “pet rock” out of the museum without being spotted or triggering any alarms.
Feeling a little poorly on Saturday evening, I went to bed and watched the movie, ‘Passengers’…
It’s not a great movie, one where the trailer tells you pretty much all you need to know. One thing, though, that I did find interesting was the inclusion of The Shining’s Gold Room…
*Yeah, I took a double take when I saw that, too, Clicky…*
*”You look like a whisky man” …/rolls eyes…*
I supposed it was done on purpose, as an homage to Stanley Kubrick, a fact that was confirmed yesterday when I happened across a post on the subject at ‘Twilight Language‘. The post also brings up the odd coincidence that Michael Sheen’s (Arthur, the android bartender on the Avalon) father earns a living as a looky-likey for Jack Nicholson.
One glaring omission though is that the lead female character, Aurora Lane, like Jack Torrance in The Shining, is a writer…
This shouldn’t be overlooked (pun intended) as, also, from the TL post:
‘Via Twitter, I bemoaned to Alex Fulton at Crypto-Kubrology Twitter that “modern Cryptokubrology is frustrating when Shining scenes are in new films w/out sync-reasoning.”
‘To which Fulton replied that “modern films w/ 237s inserted… hard not to assume the filmmakers just being clever. Pre-Shining 237s are where it gets weird.”‘
One of my favourite films about writing is the Jimmy Stewart, Margaret Sullavan film ‘The Shop Around the Corner’…
‘The Shop Around the Corner is a 1940 American romantic comedy film produced and directed by Ernst Lubitsch and starring Margaret Sullavan, James Stewart and Frank Morgan. The screenplay was written by Samson Raphaelson based on the 1937 Hungarian play Parfumerie by Miklós László. Eschewing regional politics in the years leading up to World War II, the film is about two employees at a leathergoods shop in Budapest who can barely stand each other, not realizing they’re falling in love as anonymous correspondents through their letters.
The film was remade in 1998 as ‘You’ve Got Mail’. I love this version too, and features the actress Jean Stapleton, who plays Birdie…
And this connects back to The Shining as Stapleton Airport is the one Dick Halloran flies into on this way to the Overlook hotel…
*Incidently, Clicky, Stansted Airport in Essex was used as the location for the interior scene at Stapleton Airport…*
Passengers also has a character, a black man, that comes to rescue and subsequently dies – Laurence Fishburne… Morpheus of The Matrix fame…
Starting in the medieval period, the name Morpheus began to stand generally for the god of dreams or of sleep.
Anyhoo, I think that’s enough for tonight, Dear Reader, so I will finish on a Song…
If yesterday’s LoL post story came courtesy of the Evening Standard, today’s LoL post is about the Evening Standard, Dear Reader, and the surprising announcement of it’s new Editor…
Not ‘fake news’, apparently – the former Chancer of the Exchequer, George Osborne, is going to edit the London rag…
Frankly, Dear Reader, sometimes reading signs ‘correctly’ can be a bit of a schlep…
Hackney residents were shocked yesterday to see a new road sign had been erected…
*Beards and hats and dressed in black… /shakes head… Knot Amish, though, Clicky. You don’t get many Amish in London…*
Franck Allais produced the road sign artwork for a project, to ‘celebrate London’s diversity’.
“It was a project about crossing the road … how everyone is different, everyone has an identity.
“There is not only one sign in the street. I put more signs up in the street, but only this one got noticed.
“I am sorry for any offence caused.”
Signs missed by the residents included a woman pushing a shopping trolley…
… a man pushing a wheelchair…
… and a cat…
*Knot exactly ‘people’ though, Clicky, eh? *
*/rolls eyes…*
A misunderstanding then, rectified and apology given. Not a sign of a hate crime…
“We take reports of hate crimes extremely seriously so if any residents find any kind of anti-Semitic signs or graffiti they should immediately report them to the police on 101.”
*/sneers… Hateful sign…*
Blue Frank put up an interesting post today about ‘roadkill‘. He too is seeing signs…
But it might be beginning to change. It’s not as easy “to control exactly what people think” as it was 20 years ago. The internet is changing how information gets around. The MSM no longer has a monopoly on what and what isn’t news.
*Smokers and Jews have a lot in common, Clicky… /sigh…*
… Whilst Red Frank posted images of Anne Frank, and children fleeing for their lives, along a road…
*He also included one of Leggy’s short stories, Clicky… From the same book at ‘Telephone Pest’… We turned that into a screenplay… /blows out cheeks… Fucked if I know how to get it made…*
*Heh. You romantic, Clicky… /lights up… And if knot? …/blows smoke…*
Welp (as the The Okie Devil might say)… This is the final installment of the Massive Missive he sent through last weekend…
*I had to split it up, Clicky… nine fucking pages!*
*/:D… Yes, yes it is…*
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If you wanna see a cyclonic body of whatever turning in an anti-cyclonic rotation, all ya gotta do is flip the fucking thing. If you wanna see an anti-cyclonic body of whatever turning in a cyclonic rotation, all ya gotta do is flip the fucking thing. So why wouldn’t there be both cyclonic and anti-cyclonic whatevers in that whatever body of whatevers that are turning whatever whichaway?
Oh yeah…detection…detectable…verifiable…proof.
Hmmm…it occurs to me that these cyclonic and anti-cyclonic bodies that a sometimes rotating in a more succinct environment, location and/or situation(s)? Yeah…that shit is always happening somewhere, and maybe always happening in that same somewhere…it’s just…less detectable. Like laylines or some shit. I mean…even the most firm of foundations needs a base right?
Q: What is that base made of?
A: Lemme guess...bases?
Pretty dynamic for static eh?
^The Prodigy – Diesel Power^
That “unexpected persistence” that I’ve been thinking about? It got me to thinking last night about “microscopic fractures and fracturing.” That got me to thinking about Diamonds. I mean, isn’t there something about even the most perfect of diamonds requires some sort of flaw in order to make it’s perfection perfect? So if we think about fracturing as breathing, in certain instances anyway, that might help give us a better bead as to purpose, purposes, and purposing. No…not porpoising. That’s too similar to Roob’s assistant “Clicky”…but supposedly he’s a Space Dolphin with a JetPack. I guess there’s some VTOL and thrust-vectoring thinking that went into a jetpack that a dolphin can wear.
WHAT THE FUCK!!! That…is the first result when using Wikipedia’s own search function? Why isn’t the disambiguation page first? That’s fucking weird. Prolly a reason tho…so let’s onward eh?
Welp, nothing like a little disambiguation to make the ambiguous disambiguous. Ambiguously so. In a muddled but clear kinda way.
^MC 900 Ft. Jesus with DJ Zero – UFO’s Exhibit B (1990)^
If you want answers…you came to the wrong place.
Someone’s got em tho.
Maybe you have them.
BUMRUSH!!!
^But If You Go un-aired video^
I guess maybe if you think about a simultanousness, in both directions at the same time, that is in fact, only moving one direction? Maybe that’ll help. Maybe think of the blade(s) of a propeller on an aircraft? Or the blades inside of a jet engine? Ir maybe the blades on a ceiling fan? Once these blades reach a certain speed, or when viewed at certain angles at certain speeds? We can seem them change direction rapidly. Or at least…they appear to. And thinking about it now, and how one direction appears one direction from one direction…and yet that same direction appears to be one direction from another direction…I see the wheel within the wheel…that is really…the wheels within the wheel. Maybe a metaphor for balance and balancing contextually, but at the same time…something that is just as real as anything else. Which makes me think about light, and the many things that not only make it up, but also travel within and through the light.
Q: How much light is in dirt?
A: !!!
Dark matter. Does it matter how dark it is to dark matter when you can’t see it? Or when you can?
^sacrament 12 7 15 Lrg^
Can light bounce off of water? Does light bounce off of water? Is light energy…or light? What about when it’s dark?
Maybe…even light needs a break now and then.
Maybe…even heat needs a break now and then.
Maybe…even cold needs a break now and then.
Maybe…even a break needs a break now and then.
Maybe…even a brake needs a break now and then.
Q: What “forces” Nitrogen into and/or out of the bloodstream?
A: ???
Q: What does like seek?
A: According to Richard Bach..."like seeks like."
Sounds legit. 😉
Maybe Nitrogen seeks Nitrogen.
Especially under “extreme” and/or “unusual” circumstances.
Maybe all kinds of elements do this.
Maybe it’s how they “seek balance” in nature.
Al most as if to say…”y0! Something is outta wack here! Anyone out there like me that can help me figure this shit out?”
Just sayin.
Maybe it’s that way, or even similar, for all kinds of shit, in all kinds of ways.
Maybe that can help us to understand like and unlike.
I mean…how do you know, until, and when, and if, and unless…you do?
Never know until you try.
And even if you don’t try, you still know…right?
I mean…correct?
No?
Incorrect?
Maybe?
I dunno…I just work here.
^cEvin Key – Music For Cats^
I think I just invented “UI”…Uninformed Intelligence.
I AM WIN!
LOL! WUT?
I AM WIN!
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – The Best Of (Full Album)^
I need to get outta here. Roob is gonna prolly hate me forever for writing all this shit and then dumping it on her to edit while she is busy trying to write her own shiznit for the next Underdog Anthology.
There follows the next installment of Cade’s Massive Missive…
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If I’m listening to music, that was created and performed by someone on drugs…does that mean that I am on drugs via proxy? I’m just asking because, I listen to some weird-assed music, and I don’t take drugs, and I’m very weird. Or so I’m told. I guess I need to get around to dropping acid one of these days to see what all the hubbub is about.
Or I could just get drunk.
That would bemyfirst preference.
But yeah…weird shit makes me feel normal. Like staring at a patch of cement and trying to find patterns. They’re there…you just gotta take the time to look for them. But…not everyone is into staring at shit, trying to find the impossible in the possible. Is that weird or what?
^cEvin Key – Full Circle^
When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...
Q: Who says that the “strings” are always broken, and that the “stings” are broken strings?
A: ?¿?
I guess I’m trying to limit, so as to open, so that there are less limits. It seems to me, that the more that we omit from inclusion, while at the same as including for omission? I dunno, maybe there is something to be said about including via omission. Almost has a…Quantum Mechanics kinda…”ring” to it.
^Death in June – The Calling (Mk II) – 1985.wmv^
Q: If science is perspective based, why is it so exclusionary with respect to perspective(s)?
A: !¿?¿!
I was watching a video one day, that was supposed to be showing an alien craft rising up out of the water near a fishing boat out somewhere in the ocean, then zooming off a ludicrous speed. (No, it did not actually turn plaid) But anyway…it got me to thinking about light and matter, which…in this particular instance…got me to thinking about the concept of wormholes.
Q: What would be the safest and most efficient method of traveling space at any speed?
A: Relativistically.
Simple.
If your craft needs to be huge…make it huge.
If your craft needs to be small…make it small.
Size becomes relative at this point.
EX: A grain of sand or rock or whatever, out in outer-space, that is traveling at 50k mph or more, is going to basically burn right through your vessel. So…what if your vessel was the same size as that grain of sand or rock?
Thinking about quantum mechanics, and how everything seems to be backwards on the micro & below scale(s)…wouldn’t there tend to be a erm…”projective type of interaction that, based on the laws of conservation of energy, would actually work within the laws of nature to prevent those two objects from colliding? Irrespective of speed(s)?
Maybe this is where Einstein was wrong, and at the same time, right…about a particle achieving infinite mass upon approaching the speed of light. Wouldn’t there be a kind of funneling and rippling there? Similar to what happens as an aircraft approaches “the sound barrier?”
I’ve long held, that if the sound barrier can be broken, so can “the speed of light.” That the speed of light is contextual…just like everything else.
Maybe this explains why commercial pilots don’t age in the same way that most humans do.
That there is layer upon layer, of the same ol shit…but it’s operating in different times, in different ways, for different reasons…all at the same time as everything else. But still, in their own time and times.
^The Prodigy – Narayan^
I got the idea about “less stingy stings on strings” after watching the image above.
Towards the center, below the event horizon, there are the loops/bands that expand rapidly and then “collapse back inwards.” So that got me to thinking about Kundalini and/or “Kundalini Energy”…and thinking….
“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there?”
“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there that kept twisting?”
I’m thinking this and these things, because I think that I see how time, contextually, can be so confusing.
When including time as the all in the all, everything else is omitted.
Meaning...times.
This would explain to me why carbon dating might be highly effective and reliable in some contexts, and yet reliability goes right out the fucking window in others. And not necessary application and purpose. But if you think in terms of application(s) and purpose(s)…maybe that’ll help.
Q: How does Carbon Based Carbon Dating, using Carbon from Earth/Terra, help us date rock on Mars?
A: ???¿¿¿
Similarness? Or sameness? Identically?
I mean…we’re from the same fucking Solar System right? What about those objects that are NOT from our solar system. Meaning, their origins are from elsewhere? Thinking about friction and magnetism, and swirling those around in “The Big Bang”…I see something quite entirely different than a single singularity that “started it all” from “everything, becomes nothing, becomes everything. I’m seeing…erm…all of those “sacred shapes” and “sacred symbols” and “sacred numbers”…and a whole lot more. My thoughts on crystalline shapes/structures using non-crystalline materials kinda helps me out there. But also those thoughts that I have had about “things coming together for very long periods of time.” The LHC…for example.
^The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)^
Not to change the subject, but yeah, I’m gonna change the subject.
Wait…wut wuz I talking aboot?
Women? No…that ain’t it.
BUT! I do need to remember to say Happy Birthday to someone on Monday.
But yeah…erm…something…I was talking about it.
Prolly nothing.
Meh.
^Pendulum – Slam [HD – 320kbps]^
I guess I’m thinking about information and energy preservation, and how it works. Yeah sure…it works…that’s the best part. But if we are tinkering with that base, even if we are pretty goddamn sure how it works, and we are confident that “we can tap into it”…erm…quick question…
Q: Didn’t we just establish that we are already tapped into it?
A: !!!
Yeah…I’m an assole. A prick, even. But not a big one. Cause I have a mediocre sized penis. Must be my ego or something.
FUCK!!!
I’m lost again. I have no idea what I was talking about, or why, nor even to who.
I mean…you might be some official Japanese Ninja, with official Japanese Ninja Certification, just LOOKING for someone to piss you off so that you can bury a throwing star or two in their skull.
The Internet: A creepy place full of creepy creeps.
Anyone who thinks that prolly lives in a gated community.
When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...
Library of Libraries 