This time last year, Dear Reader, I was still embarked on a ‘Pointless Exercise‘. I’ve not touched on the show since but it remains a treasure trove of synchronicity, wrapped up in the innocent garb of an amusing teatime TV quiz show…
*George Michael, who recently died, Clicky… Where are you going with this? …/furrows brow…*
*Okay… Red Frank’s MEROVEEpost… You’re not being rude are you? …/squint…*
*Ah! Yes, apparently MRS REIGN is a fan of ‘Pointless’… Clever, Clicky… /rubs snout… No, don’t pout… Of course I had faith in where you were taking me… /glances away…*
Armstrong later corroborated the source in a Radio Times interview, where he said a Palace insider affirmed that Pointless was indeed on Her Majesty’s TV viewing schedule.
It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever see The Queen make a guest appearance on the show herself. However, it may make other fans of it rather chuffed to know that they can count on the Head of the Commonwealth amongst their ranks.
Armstrong, Dear Reader, the name Armstrong occurs twice in the Pointless sync I am about to relay…
*/grins… Yeah, Hugo… He’s involved in my Pointless sync as well, Clicky… /continues grinning…
So, on Thursday evening Thoughtful Man and I were watching a back episode of ‘Pointless‘. It was in the ‘head-to-head’ round when the subject of Royalty came up, as it occasionally does…
It wasn’t Damien of ‘The Omen‘ fame of course, but Viscount Linley, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, a.k.a. David Armstrong-Jones…
*No… /rolls eyes… Yes, that’s Doctor Who as a ‘father’ but that’s not ‘Who’s father’, Clicky… /shakes head…*
… I mentioned Lord Snowdon’s passing to Hugo in conversation on Friday evening, but only after he sent me a news story about ‘Road Rage‘. It was unsolicited – I hadn’t told him of the silly Pointless answer I’d given the night before…
*/sings… You give me road rage… Love that strong Welsh accent, Clicky… Hey! Snowdon is in Wales… /smiles…*
*/gasps… OMG! Clicky, the brilliant sci fi book I’m currently proofing for Leggy… You are so clever! …/holds out arms… Come here, you impossible creature…/rubs snout…*
Dear Reader, I hope you have enjoyed this pointless sync at the LoL. I’m off to continue my reading, so if you have any questions or observations, please avail yourself of the comment section, below…
Today is the 13th day of the month and it happens to falls on a Friday. Some people feel a stab of anxiety when this particular combination day and date rolls round. My mother, an eminently sensible woman, would always arrange the day off from work if a Friday happened to be numbered thirteen…
*Alright, Clicky, don’t rub it in! …/folds arms… *
If you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia, Dear Reader, or just plain, old triskaidekaphobia, I can highly recommend the latest missive from The Okie Devil, below. It is the 12th to arrive at the LoL and was written on a Thursday, the twelvth; however, depending on the degree of disability, you may or may not want to read the next one, should it arrive. And, quite frankly, you should maybe think twice about going here.
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SUP BITCHES!!!
Welcome to Twelve.
Inches?
Yeah right.
I ain’t folding mine in half for anyone.
I usually start this bullshit off with something clever.
But today?
I was all like…”fuck this shit! I’m gonna do something different today!!!”
So let’s go!!!
(we’ll find out what it is when and if we get there)
Just because this is my 12th post at “The LoL”…doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be reading it. Just sayin. Cause I’m sure you have better things to do. Not like any work goes into this bullshit. Just a buncha free-wheelin’, free-ballin’ nonsense that ain’t worth the Internet it’s written on.
Yes…”Internet” is a noun. A proper one even.
Irrespective of how “improper” the content may sometimes be.
Weird eh?
I’m just trying to help you out. You see…you really need to be aware of stuff that you are not aware of. The only way to do that? Yep! Be aware of it. And the only way to do that…is to be aware of the stuff you should be aware of. And the only way to do that? Yep. Be unaware of something. This is how we learn to be aware of the stuff that we are unaware of.
Now…you are prolly saying to yourself…
“DUDE!!! You are just playing word games!!!”
Am I?
Maybe if you think about it for a bit.
Q: How can you be aware of what you are unaware of?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah. U dunno either.
But that’s how we learn.
Pretty fucked up eh?
Oh…I’m sorry…am I boring you?
If you are not aware, I am a licensed pilot. Yes, for airplanes. “Single-Engine Land” as it were. Meaning, I can fly single engine aircraft that are designed to land. Just kidding. That’s actually…single engine aircraft that are designed to land on land. Meaning, I can’t fly seaplanes or float-planes and land on water. I guess I could fly one if it landed on land, cause they do that as well. But I don’t fly anymore, so it’s irrelevant. Do you wanna know why I stopped flying? Sneezing. Srsly….I stopped flying because of sneezing. The first time you are someone like me, who has severe allergies and nasal deformations/issues, and you are prone to sneezing fits that make you dizzy and make you see stars and have been known to damn-near pass-out because of these? Well, the first time it happens when you are flying alone? Yeah…it’s scary as shit. Because all you can think about at the time is “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I woulda crashed, and they never woulda known why!!! Because it would have been because I passed out due to a fucking sneezing fit!!!” But then later, you think…”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WHAT IF I WOULDA HAD A PASSENGER?!?!?!?” I know I’ve talked about this before in my writings over at whatchacallit forums, but it was, and is, heartbreaking that I can no longer fly because of my health.
Grounded by health issues, at the ripe old age of 28.
I grounded myself BTW. I could go flying today if I wanted to and had the money.
They’d never know…until they did.
And I just couldn’t live with that.
Even if I was dead.
Weird…eh?
At this point, I can only suggest to you, that you avoid fights at nightclubs and/or bars. While the dudes that are fighting are headed to either the hospital or jail, that leaves just that many more available women available. And even an ugly motherfucker like me can prolly increase his chances of getting laid with those kinds of odds. Some might go so far as to instigate fights between others just in case no one is fighting. But not me. Too risky. And like my frivolous and carefree sexual escapades to be dangerous and risky on their own merits. That’s why I carry cigarettes and not condoms. I’d rather need a cigarette after, than a condom before during and after. Sorry, but condoms are gross. I can decorate an entire room with my spoo, and it’s not NEAR as gross as a fucking nasty assed rubber sack full of the same fluid along with a sheen of her own special blend. It’s prolly at this point that you are asking yourself, what in the FUCK does this bullshit have to do with flying or why I stopped flying or WHATtheFUCKever or something. And it’s simple.
“Consequences will never be the same.” – some poor schlub 😦
Oh…are you not familiar with that “Internet Meme” or Viral Video” or whatever in the fuck they are calling it these days?
Well…then lemme bring ya up to speed!!!
Ya see? I’m hip. Or hep. Or whatever. I’m “with it.” I’m down with being cool and shit like that. I’m actually a very astute and well read/well spoken motherfucker. And I’m not just saying that. I mean, yeah, I’m saying that. But I mean it. I know all of the jargon that is popular with popular peeps, and I know that peeps are sheeps that give me the creeps. No wait. I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Cause I need to be all subversive and covert with shit like that. That way, you don’t know for sure that you know for sure, until you know for sure. Because I’ll be all like…revealing my evil plan and/or plans to plan evil plans…or at least, I’m planning on it.
Enjoying the music?
Welp… let’s fuck that all kinds of up!!!
======================================== !!!RANDOM ASSED WIKIPEDIA ATTACKS!!!
======================================== !!!ONLINE ETYMOLOGY DICTIONARY STYLE!!!
======================================== Tremendous
1630s, “awful, dreadful, terrible,” from Latin tremendus “fearful, to be dreaded, terrible,” literally “to be trembled at”
======================================== Slang
1756, “special vocabulary of tramps or thieves.
======================================== Hong+Kong
former British colony in China, from Cantonese pronunciation of Chinese Xianggang, literally “fragrant port.”
======================================== Modern+English
English – “the people of England; the speech of England,”
Modern – 1580s, “person of the present time”
======================================== Dozens
c. 1300, from Old French dozaine “a dozen,” from doze (12c.) “twelve,” from Latin duodecim “twelve,” from duo “two” + decem “ten”
======================================== Ruts
Vulgar – late 14c., “common, ordinary,” from Latin vulgaris, volgaris “of or pertaining to the common people, common, vulgar, low, mean,” from vulgus “the common people, multitude, crowd, throng,” perhaps from a PIE root *wel- “to crowd, throng”
======================================== Sprache
Unsprache – “proto-language,” 1908, from German Ursprache, from ur- (see ur-) + sprache “speech” (see speech).
======================================== Dates
Good…fucking…luck.
======================================== Up
“that which is up,” 1530s, from up (adv.). Phrase on the up-(and-up) “honest, straightforward” first attested 1863, American English.
======================================== Swag
1650s, “a lurching or swaying,” from swag (v.). Meaning “ornamental festoon” (1794) is said to be probably a separate development from the verb (but see swage). Swag lamp attested from 1966.
======================================== 600
Good…fucking…luck.
======================================== Indicate
1650s, “to point out,” back-formation from indication (q.v.) or else from Latin indicatus, past participle of indicare “to point out, show, indicate.” Especially “to give suggestion of, be reason for inferring” (1706). Related: Indicated; indicating.
======================================== Brand
c. 1400, “to brand, cauterize; stigmatize,” originally of criminal marks or cauterized wounds, from brand (n.). As a means of marking property, 1580s; figuratively from c. 1600, often in a bad sense, with the criminal marking in mind. Related: Branded; branding.
======================================== Wörterbuch
Not as bad as you might think. But that said, anything vaguely “Germanic” but non-specific seems to always bring up “Nazi” or “Nazis”…weird.
======================================== Survive
mid-15c. (implied in surviving), “to outlive, continue in existence after the death of another,”
======================================== Year
Old English gear (West Saxon), ger (Anglian) “year,” from Proto-Germanic *jeram “year” (source also of Old Saxon, Old High German jar, Old Norse ar, Danish aar, Old Frisian ger, Dutch jaar, German Jahr, Gothic jer “year”), from PIE *yer-o-, from root *yer- “year, season” (source also of Avestan yare (nominative singular) “year;” Greek hora “year, season, any part of a year,” also “any part of a day, hour;” Old Church Slavonic jaru, Bohemian jaro “spring;” Latin hornus “of this year;” Old Persian dušiyaram “famine,” literally “bad year”). Probably originally “that which makes [a complete cycle],” and from verbal root *ei- meaning “to do, make.”
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Sixteen instead of 15 random links since Online Etymology Dictionary has neither a “Link Of The Day” nor a random function…so…yeah. Or whatever. Hope it was good for you.
BTW…I took all of the definitions from the first page’s “tremendous” from the “tremendous thanks” bullshit or whatever, and just kinda ran from there.
Not that I’m not thankful for thanks.
I am.
I’m just currently sick and taking liberties with my current handicap(s) to get the sympathy vote.
Might even get me laid.
You might wanna take a raincheck currently tho.
I’m awaiting the results of your bloodwork to make sure you are safe.
Or…that I’m safe from you…I guess would be better stated.
I put my heart into these things.
I’m sure there are those amongst the more educated, worldly and wise…that would say…
“That doesn’t fucking matter! If your heart is in the wrong place, putting your heart into something render’s that whatever, null and fucking void.”
Really?
Q: Stubbed your toe lately?
A: Say fucking WHAT?!?!?!?
If you wanna get into a quotations pissing contest, I’m pretty sure that I can hold my own.
Yes, you may win…but that’s your objective. Isn’t it?
Not mine. I don’t look at life that way.
Life is not something to be qualified and quantified. That’s already been done for us.
Why waste time and/or effort doing what has been done?
Welp…maybe “wasTing time” is the issue.
Or at least…an issue.
Who the fuck are YOU to tell me what to do with my time.
It is mine afterall.
And you are the dumbass reading this shit.
Q: What are you looking for?
A: … — …
Help?
Oh…but you are persnickity about the source and/or sources of that help.
Hmmm.
Must not be too important if you can choose to be choosy.
Carry on.
The Monster (novella)
An 1898 novella by American author Stephen Crane (1871–1900). The story takes place in the small, fictional town of Whilomville, New York.
======================================== Conrad Sayce
A British born Australian architect and author.
======================================== Settha Palace Hotel
A historical, luxury boutique hotel located at 6 Pangkham Street, Vientiane, central Laos, next to Laos National Stadium, near the Khounboulom Boulevard.
======================================== Eddie Duffy
A traditional Irish musician. Many of his songs and tunes came from his mother who played the accordion.
======================================== Roman Catholic Diocese of Fiesole
A Roman Catholic diocese in Tuscany, central Italy, whose episcopal see is the city of Fiesole. It is a suffragan of the Metropolitan Archbishopric of Florence.
======================================== Rinuccini
A surname, and may refer to:
· Giovanni Battista Rinuccini (1592–1653), an Italian archbishop.
· Ottavio Rinuccini (1562–1621), an Italian poet and librettist.
· Alamanno Rinuccini, an Italian author who wrote On Liberty.
======================================== Nino Maisuradze
A Woman Grandmaster chess player and two-time French Women’s Chess Champion.
======================================== Mariposa, Satipo Province
The capital of the Pampa Hermosa District in Satipo Province, Peru.
======================================== The Color of Death
The seventh historical mystery novel about Sir John Fielding by Bruce Alexander (a pseudonym for Bruce Cook).
======================================== European Bullhead
A freshwater fish that is widely distributed in Europe, mainly in rivers. It is a member of the Cottidae family, a type of sculpin. It is also known as the miller’s thumb, freshwater sculpin, common bullhead and European bullhead.
======================================== HTTP Cookie
A small piece of data sent from a website and stored on the user’s computer by the user’s web browser while the user is browsing. Cookies were designed to be a reliable mechanism for websites to remember stateful information (such as items added in the shopping cart in an online store) or to record the user’s browsing activity (including clicking particular buttons, logging in, or recording which pages were visited in the past).
======================================== John Andrews (footballer, born 1950)
An English former footballer who played as a goalkeeper. He played for York City in the Football League and he later worked as a referee.
======================================== Ingrid (Record Label)
A Swedish artist collective and record label founded in 2012. They released their first compilation on Record Store Day in 2012. The collective’s musical work is notable for containing multiple side-projects by its members that do not adhere to the line-ups of their primary ventures; for example, Björn Yttling has a track entitled “Cuban Lips” under the stage name Yttling Jazz on the Ingrid Volym 1 compilation; however, he is also featured as a member of the band Smile along with Teddybears member Joakim Åhlund.
======================================== Stony Run (Buffalo Creek)
A tributary of Buffalo Creek in Union County, Pennsylvania, in the United States. It is approximately 3.3 miles (5.3 km) long and flows through West Buffalo Township and Buffalo Township.
======================================== Saint-Cyr-sur-le-Rhône
A commune in the Rhône department in eastern France.
======================================== Baron Lyell
A title in the Peerage of the United Kingdom. It was created in 1914 for the Scottish Liberal politician Sir Leonard Lyell, 1st Baronet. He had already been created a baronet, of Kinnordy in the County of Forfar, in 1894.
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Do you really eat your boogers?
Q: Why?
A: ???
Seemed like an appropriate question at the time.
Of course, that booger prolly seemed like an appetizing appetizer at the time as well.
And you see where that got us.
Or…you…anyway. /me shrugs
I’ve tried very hard to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.
Why?
Fuck you.
So…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.
Why?
Because she is needing to be taught a lesson in lesson teaching.
So…so…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.
Why?
Eat shit and die!!! Don’t piss me off motherfucker!!!
So…so…so…anyway…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.
Why?
Why?
Did you just ask me why?
Why?
Yeah…why did you ask me why?
Yeah YOU motherfucker!!! Why did you ask me why?
Can you REALLY not see what is happening here?!?!?
What about what IS happening here?
Can you see THAT?!?!?!?
Really?
Yeah…you missed “really” in that last exchange.
O RLY?
YA RLY!
I get the feeling that Roob really does enjoy editing “this shit” or “my shit” or whatever you wanna call it. She says she does anyway. So…why would I not believe her? I’m not really “intending to make things difficult for her”…that was just a joke. But then, so is my writing…so…I digress.
It appears to me that the limitations of her blog software are more of a pain in the ass than anything. I know that Blogger gives me fucking fits when trying to repost “all my old shit” from the whatchacallit forums. And there are growing pains, and learning curves, and feature(s) deficits, and software limitations, and on and on andonandonandon&non&non&on&on&on. I guess a problem as I see it is control in and of itself. Standards are standard. The problem as I see it, is when you are expected to exceed 100%. And what do I mean by that…you may be asking yourself? Well…
EX: Last Quarter’s revenues were down 10% from the previous quarter.
And yet…those figures for the quarter are still 100% of what they are.
Q: How do you figure growth based on a loss?
A: <le yikes>
Le Yikes indeed.
How do you figure loss based on growth?
Yep…the door swings both ways…but in truth? Yep…we all know that numbers are nothing but fudge.
Whether or not that “fudge” is “shit?”
Well…you get to make that decision…now don’t you?
So someone that I kinda sorta quasi-know, has been watching this series on Netflix called… Travelers (TV Series)
The problem that strikes me right off the bat?
Q: If “present-day society” is so fucked up…how did these “travelers” from the future even come to exist?
A: !!!
Yep. What little I have watched has been kinda sorta interesting…but only kinda-sorta. To me, the entirety of the premise of the series presents the paradox itself, because tinkering with the past negates the future. And I’m not talking/thinking in a “totality” kind of way…but yeah. Eventually? Yeah. In totality. There is only so much tinkering that you can do in the past before the present becomes irrelevant. THE PRESENT?!?!?!?!? Yeah…the present. There is an implied simultaneousness there that does not exist. Therefore, the future no longer exists. Only the present. And at some point, even that becomes irrelevant with respect to the future, which means that “the past” no longer exists, so “future” no longer exists, therefore…”the present” no longer exists. This is what I would refer to as “a knot in time.” Yes, there is some embedding there.
“A knot in time” = “A not in time” = no time.
Meaning…nothing exists. Or at least…nothing no longer exists. Meaning everything no longer exists.
Now…some might say that these would be “a microcosm of the macrocosm.” But this would be incorrect. Because everything is connected. That said, I see a “hell” of sorts where these type of interference with “the all” would be dealt with by completely nulling out the existence of such time disruptions. However, thinking about information preservation, it does not completely null out the existence of this loop. It is simply stored in a separate and segregated section and sequence within time in order to protect time itself.
Q: Could it be used as an engine to drive time?
A: Sure. It can and is. But the problem is that time can and will distort only so far before the information becomes disruptive and destructive in a non-constructive way. Therefore…it is “knotted” within the fabric of time itself.
Yeah…hell.
The same shit…over and over and over…forever.
(yeesh)
So…are you sure that you wanna know about “the synchros of time?”
Better be sure.
Because I can tell you that I have spent my entire life avoiding thinking about this kind of shit. That’s why I avoid most of the stuff that I avoid. Not that I “know” anything. But contextually…”knowing” and “proving” are two different animals entirely…aren’t they?
I can’t tell you how or why I know the things that I know. I can only tell you what I know.
And I admit that I am hesitant to do even that.
Why?
Um…there are times when I have hit my knees and begged God…
“PLEASE!!! JUST…MAKE ME SOMEONE ELSE!!!”
“I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING KNOW ALL THIS SHIT I KNOW!!!”
“I DON’T KNOW WHY OR HOW I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!!! I JUST KNOW THAT I DON’T WANT TO KNOW IT!!!”
But I know that I can’t be anyone else.
I know that I can’t unknow what I know.
If I were to un-know what I know?
I would no longer be me.
I’m just…me.
And I am who I am.
And who am I?
I dunno.
Who do you want me to be?
Whilst twittering with Hugo, he sent me a link to a story written by a Clemmie, about a dead girl called RuthTurner, who talks to her celeb sibling via psychics…
‘Tis true, mediums may facilitate convos with her dear departed sis (15), but Physics warned Anthea (56) about her husband’s philandering with Zoe (27) a socialite…
Poor Anthea’s career trajectory had taken a sharp downward turn from the zenith of ‘TV Golden Girl’ after she sold out on her wedding day to a Snowflake.
The psychic story has already been updated once, and Physics remains, so it can’t possibly be a typo 😉
TUESDAY AFTERNOON
I received a missive from the Okie Devil that includes a famous physicist’s diagram. Had a bit trouble with Clicky… The lest said the better… But was also interested to hear Cade talk about ESP…
Um…no. I am not saying that. You said that. That said, I don’t think that ESP is what most people think it is. I think that it is much more complicated, detailed and complex than simply…ESP. But then again, I see both the “scientific” and “religious” sides of such a concept, and I see much much more than one or the other.
EXAMPLE: Have you ever been outside on a nice day, irrespective of the weather type/conditions. and just been like…”HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! WHAT AN AWESOME PLANET!!!”?
To me, that is ESP as much as anything. It’s almost as if God/The gods/The Universe is asking you…
“So…whadda ya think?” And then, give you a little wink…;-)
That feeling of being alive. NOT self-awareness…I’m talking about something else entirely. That feeling that NOTHING matters in this moment except the moment itself. Just you, and that moment, and all that came together over the history of histories, and over the time of times….just to make that one perfect moment for you. It’s almost as if God him or herself dropped by in that moment, just to say hi. No worries, no birth, no death, just…now.
Those moments last forever eh?
To me, that is just one form of what could be called ESP.
The Creator’s love is something that we tell ourselves we cannot understand.
But sometimes, we understand it just fine.
Fucking-A and Hells Bells and all that shit! Prayer is ESP if you ask me.
But no one is asking me.
Unless they are.
*Oh yeah, Clicky, Clemmie’s short for Clementine… Someone specifically mentioned that name… /thinks… When was it, Sunday?*
*And Hugo just published his story about Nazi bunnies…*
*Well yeah, Clicky, most of the characters are rabbits… /raises hand and points… Don’t start…*
Later in the evening I posted a couple of knot-eyes over on Red Frank’s MEROVEE. Head of the European Central Bank, Mario Draghi, and a number of Italian politicians had been hacked by a ‘high-ranking Mason‘, and the breathless ‘news’ out of CNN and Buzzfeed that Donald Trump had procured himself some showers.
WEDNESDAY MORNING
Blue Frank put up a new post that featuring not only a Mason playing a high-ranking Nazi, but also a Monty…
Ah the Nazis, supreme coiners of the euphemisms like ‘Passivrauchen‘ (‘Secondhand Smoke’), you just can’t beat them… Quite literally it seems, as news of the growing menace of ‘Secondhand Sugars’ was announced to the world…
Just when you think the stupid can't get any worse. NEVER think the stupid can't get any worse. https://t.co/CAjXS0jWuA
*Clicky… /cranes neck… Clicky! …/stands on tip toes… CLICKY! …/huffs impatiently… WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? *
*Clicky! There you are… Here, help me with this… /wobbles… It’s a massive missive from Cade…*
*/shifts weight… Help me set it down… No, don’t bend your back! …/knees pop… Phew! It’s a biggie… must include his ego… or his penis… possibly both…*
*Quite. Now, why did I have to shout so hard, hmm? /squints…You’re my assistant, Clicky. You’re meant to be here to assist me… What were you up to?*
*Dreaming might very well be free, dolphin dearest, but telephone calls generally tend not to be… /doubled down squint… Who were you calling?*
*What fucking hotline?! …/looks aghast…*
*Don’t you give me the eyes… /growls… Redeem yourself. Start by sorting out the links and wotknots in Cade’s missive so it’s ready for Dear Reader and then meet me at the bottom… /mutters… And don’t spend too long in the Wiki Wave… /leaves…*
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Someone is calling me via the Whatever However Hotline.
This is a new type of call.
WTF??!?!?!?!??!!!!
Um…hello?
Q: Cade, get to fucking WRITING!!! *click*
A: ? K ?
Weird.
^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^
I’m still sick, but no one gives a fuck ‘cept me, so let’s keep going.
Um…the following images are from one of my reposts that I reposted today, even tho the original post was made over at the whatchacallit forums on 2016.12.07.
As you may or may not be able to deduce, I did not draw the image above.
As you may or may also be able to deduce, I did draw the shitty-assed images below.
Just thinking about the above, and I used a coupla “home-brewed” formulas to arrive at the images below. One formula’s mine, and one my oldest son’s. I don’t know what kind of stuff he has been able to come up with using his formula, but I’ve been able to use it for all kinds of shit. Up to and including, coming up with one of my own that helps to understand his.
But the shit below is about Feynman revamps, so…whatevz.
Yeah, when I came up with the first of the three, I cried. I pretty much saw all of these, and there are some more things that I see, but I’m too gimpy and retarded to explain them. Plus, I have a lot of irons in a lot of fires, so I try very hard not to focus too much on any one of them. That allows me to focus better on all of them.
^SHAKE THE DISEASE DEPECHE MODE PAINLOVE REMIX DAVIDMIX 09^
Well, there is one particular thing that I focus on, but that’s even harder to explain.
Some would argue that “focusing on non-focus” is akin to a bum saying he’s quitting.
But when you think about that…what would that mean?
And more succinctly…what does it mean…to you?
Now…what does it mean to the bum?
Now what does it mean to the two of you?
I know what it means to me.
And more importantly...to me anyway...I see means and meanings.
I mean…which is more important to you?
That I see you?
That I see the bum?
That I see myself?
Or that I see all?
Like It Or Not…that’s my job. <rawr>
^Depeche Mode – Broken [Fdieu Rmix]^
COOL!!! We have another question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, What exactly is, “The Whatever However Hotline?”
A: TIMELOOP!!! O NOES!!!!
Just kiddin
The Whatever However Hotline is simply…communication(s) via alternate means.
I mean, your question got through right? What are you bitching about? I have a “listed number.” You, do not.
Meaning: you have an "unlisted number."
I don’t know who you are, and I don’t want to know. You may know who I am, and that’s cool, and I don’t care. But I docare that I don’t know you. Like I said, I don’t wanna know. I have…erm…simple needs in that department. I may not be able to protect my identity…as it were…but I figure that’s how I protect yours. I guess that kinda comes with the territory being a zero.
^Depeche Mode – Never Let Me Down Again ( trance mix 2012 dj jean alpohin )^
So you might be saying to yourself…
DUDE!!! ARE YOU SAYING…ESP?!?!?!?
They make great guitars, but I can’t afford them.
(lollerz skatez)
j/k
Um…no. I am not saying that. You said that. That said, I don’t think that ESP is what most people think it is. I think that it is much more complicated, detailed and complex than simply…ESP. But then again, I see both the “scientific” and “religious” sides of such a concept, and I see much much more than one or the other.
EXAMPLE: Have you ever been outside on a nice day, irrespective of the weather type/conditions. and just been like…
“HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! WHAT AN AWESOME PLANET!!!”?
To me, that is ESP as much as anything. It’s almost as if God/The gods/The Universe is asking you…
“So…whadda ya think?”
And then, give you a little wink…
😉
That feeling of being alive. NOT self-awareness…I’m talking about something else entirely. That feeling that NOTHING matters in this moment except the moment itself. Just you, and that moment, and all that came together over the history of histories, and over the time of times….just to make that one perfect moment for you. It’s almost as if God him or herself dropped by in that moment, just to say hi. No worries, no birth, no death, just…now.
Those moments last forever, eh?
To me, that is just one form of what could be called ESP.
The Creator’s love is something that we tell ourselves we cannot understand.
But sometimes, we understand it just fine.
Fucking-A and Hells Bells and all that shit!
Prayer is ESP if you ask me.
But no one is asking me.
Unless they are.
😉
^Röyksopp – Ice Machine (Depeche Mode cover) Live on Lydverket^
Ya GOTTA stay 4 dimensional…all the fucking time.
AND…you have to look at the inverse and inverses and reverses. It’s like looking at one side of a slide under a microscope, without looking at the other side of the same slide. It makes no sense to me. It’s one-dimensional. And we do not live in a one dimensional world. We live in a 4-dimensional world of time and motion that includes life.
In truth, there is no “explaining it.” It is what it is, while it is, as is. We got what we got, and we got it while we got it. Beyond that? Who the fuck knows. Who the fuck WANTS to know?!?!? If you can’t get your shit wired tight here, what in the FUCK are you looking elsewhere for?!?!? Believe me, I know. Been there, done that, and all that shit. Still do. But that’s how we get on.
Hope.
I have some wild theories about information and information preservation because it’s fucking EVERYWHERE we look. So I don’t see how my theories are really that “crazy” because they are all based in fact. Simple shit to complex shit. Because it seems to me, that shit is as complex as we make it. Almost as if, God is looking back at you as you peer through a microscope.
I won’t put words in God’s mouth here, because that conversation is private and between you and The Creator. But I will say this. God? Yeah. He’s a funny motherfucker. And is also quite fond of talking and conversation. You just gotta know when and where to look, and when and where to listen, and yeah…when and where to just blab your fucking mouth raw. I get the feeling God likes to listen. But yeah, also likes to talk. A fucking LOT!
Pretty clever about it too 😉
^Depeche Mode – Just Can’t Get Enough (Remastered Video)^
ROFL
To relate…as I was writing the above about “God being a wordy motherfucker who never shuts up” and “can be pretty clever about it too”…the song above, “Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode came up in my playlist. When I realized what song it was, and started hearing “And I just can’t get enough…and I just can’t get enough”…I started laughing my fucking head off.
X: Oooh hooo hooo…I talk a lot do I?
Cade: Sometimes. rofl
0: Lemme ask a question…
Cade: lol…k.
0: You hadn’t planned on breaking out into one of your “conversations with the gods” here did you?
Cade: Not that I ever really plan on any of them.
Z: You just…
B: Saw an opportunity…
T: And you FUCKING TOOK IT!!! Is THAT what you are saying?!?!?!?
Cade: He’s not really that angry sounding. It’s all in good fun. But…yes.
X: You just thought that it was a “good example” of synchronicity?
Cade: Yep. I think the primary problem with the concept of synchronicity, is that no one shares these experiences.
X: And why do you think that is?
Z: I have some ideas.
Cade: O RLY?!?!? Welp, if anyone would know, I guess you would.
Z: Hard to explain “who we are”…ain’t it?
Cade: Um…yeah. But I dunno that I’m trying to explain it.
X: Just kinda…
B: Rollin wif it.
Cade: Doing my best.
0: What about them “others?”
T: Hey HEY HEY!!! The boy is getting down with the proper punctuation.
Cade: I’m gonna punctuation you upside your head.
T: You wouldn’t hit a girl would you?
Cade: Is she bigger than me?
T: …
X: Don’t drag me into this.
Cade: Um…it was just a thought. No pun intended.
Z: What?
X: Yeah…what?
Cade: Aren’t ta’ll backwards there?
0: Just answer the question.
Cade: My thought that Thoth was actually a girl?
Z: Oh my.
X: Yeah…you might wanna stay away from those kinds of things.
Cade: Girls?
Z: That too.
0: What makes you think that Thoth was a girl?
Cade: Um…my thought(s) were simply that 3 left Atlantis, not 1.
X: And?
Cade: I dunno. Can’t explain it. Just something…
0: You “saw?”
T: Something like that.
Cade: How do you explain “imagination” with respect to..erm…
X: Else?
Cade: Yeah. I just don’t know what this would benefit anyone.
Z: And?
B: Yeah. I wanna hear this (hee hee)
Cade: Two women and a boy. Or, three women. A mother, a son and a daughter, OR…a mother, and her two daughters.
X: Weird.
Z: All kinds of possibilities there.
Cade: Yep.
X: …
0: …
Cade: /me shrugs
^Faithless – Insomnia (Calippo Remix 2k15) HD^
Yeah. Those things are weird. They happen as they happen, when they happen. I just try and keep up. I prolly just ate some bad guacamole or something.
Yeah…some places are big, and some places are small. Usually…the small places are nested in somewhere big. Which has the effect of making that ‘big’ the big that it is. Maybe even bigger. Depending on whether or not some certain peeps in decision making positions were fond of the last election outcome or not.
Not that lines would be redrawn or anything over something so petty as losing an election. But then again, maybe someone would. Hells bells, people run on platforms of drawing lines if they are elected. Sometimes, some even draw lines that wind up being walls. Some even go so far as to draw lines where the walls will be built.
Q: What does that say about the electorate?
A: !!!
I dunno. Just seems to me that it give some the ability to hide in their anonymity irrespective of their actions and decisions.
ANOTHER QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE?!?!?!
WTF?!?!?!?
This is a new record. Three times in the same whatever.
Q: Cade. so what exactly is it that you “see?”
A: Same shit you see.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^WHTKD – Say To Me (Official Video)^
I dunno what to tell ya.
Some things are harder than others.
Kinda like my penis.
Sometimes, it’s harder than other times to talk or not talk about it.
What I did there...do you see it?
If you think that’s impressive…you outta see my penis.
lolz…sorry…I have a massive penis and a tiny ego.
Or…something like that.
You figure it out.
^Simple Minds – Don’t You (Forget About Me) (12” Original Version)^
Look at it like this…
A) If you didn’t want me to be so smart, you shouldn’t have taught me so much.
B) If you didn’t want me to be so stupid, you should have taught me better.
Weird how that works, eh? Quality over quantity, or quantity over quality. Maybe if you would stop excluding time, things might work a little better.
What’s that? You DO include time do you?
Then why in the FLYINGFUCK do you think I am bitching about time all the time? Any chance that you missed something?
No?
OH!!! You’re motherfucking perfect are you? Me TOO!!! Aren’t we the pair.
(yawn)
Lemme ask you a question here…
Q: What are you gonna do when shit gets easy?
A: FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
If you think the hard stuff is hard, just wait till you get to the easy stuff. Cause lemme tell ya, “The easy stuff” is the hardest to take. Some call it boredom. Some call it grace. Some call it lethargy and complacence. It only gets worse from there.
^MODERN ENGLISH ~ Someone’s Calling^
There is some prevailing mentality or dogma or whattheFUCKever that is so prevalent in “the developed world”…that it has convinced itself that multi-tasking is not only impossible, but dangerous. Astray, or non-focused, or “off the beaten path” or whatever.
O RLY?
When did “the developed world” get so goddamn motherfucking egotistical and self-important? Wait…that’s kinda self-evident isn’t it? “The Developed World” implies an “Undeveloped World” doesn’t it. Weird. I kinda have always assumed that “the world” was fully developed when I got here, and it’ll be fully developed when I’m gone.
Question for those that swim in the streams of “The Bible”…
Q: Was “the world” fully developed when Adam arrived?
A: <le yikes>
Yeah…“Le Yikes” in-motherfucking-DEED.
I am so motherfucking sick and tired of you deprecating yourself. If God wants you chopped off at the knees… Yeah…I get the feeling that the motherfucker is fully capable of attaining that.
However, I have a wildly different idea.
Of course, I am someone who has trouble standing/walking.
Running? Yeah, for some reason…I can do that well.
Not bad for a dead dude…eh?
You ain’t seen nothin yet.
HeH Heh HeH
^Missing Persons – Destination Unknown^
I just went outside, and mother-fucking WOO HOO!!! Is it ever nice outside. It’s 62°F…which is 17°C for you rest of the world fucks. It hasn’t gotten above 30°F for over a week…and suddenly…it’s 62°F at 20:26 in the evening on this fine-assed Monday the 9th of January of the year of 2017. It’s supposed to get up to around 80°F tomorrow.
Yeah, I’m sicker than shit, and my grey snot is now starting to to turn that “unearthly green” color, and has reached the consistency of flubber or worse. Every time that one of those huge wads of impacted snot comes out, it almost feels like part of my head has left on vacation or some shit like that. Then, of course, more snot moves in.
Goddamn squatters. There outta be a law.
😉
^Modern English – After the Snow – 1982^
I did not spellcheck any of this particular whathaveyou.
That doesn’t mean that Roob won’t.
But I hope she doesn’t.
God be with her if she does.
Just sayin.
^Wall Of Voodoo – Mexican Radio^
So…you are prolly saying to yourself…
‘Dude…seriously…what in the fuck are you up to?’
A: Welp...if it isn't obvious, let's make it so.
I’m just doing what I do. What’s the problem? I could answer every question in the fucking Universe, and that ain’t gonna change a goddamn thing.
Why?
What a stupid question. Or maybe not. The obvious is obviously obvious…so what is it that you really want to know?
I guess I just don’t see “the world” the way that some do. I see what I see, and I take it as it comes. I’m as susceptible to being “led astray” as the next person. But where I might differ? I see that as opportunity. I see that as opportunities. Over time anyway. That’s all we really have.
I don’t subscribe to this bullshit that “time does not exist” or that time is some unquantifiable and/or unqualifiable something. It’s all that…and much, much more. What breaks my heart and what gives me cold shivers, is the practical application of “knowing things.”
Why?
Simple. We’re here. It works. The Universe is spinning and doing what it does, and it seems to be working just fine. Yet…there are many that are trying to find the cracks and the defects and the faults. They are there just as much as anything else.
The problem?
They aren’t what you think they are. The more you try and divide? The more that comes together. Ironic…eh?
I have no answers for you.
But…what if I could get them?
Would you know the answer?
How?
You didn’t know it before…so how would you know it when it was staring you in the face? Just…food for thought.
The only thing scarier than scary questions…is not so scary answers to those scary questions.
Last night, and again today, Red Universe Frank made comment about Captain Oates of the ill-fated Scott expedition to reach the South Pole, together with a clip from Stanley Kubrick’s ‘The Shining’…
… Meanwhile Blue Universe Frank penned another fine essay on the group of people who were ordered to go outside on 1st July 2007…
*It’s certainly gonna be sometime before I venture back inside a pub, Clicky…/takes angry puff…*
… And this week I watched film by another great film Director, Oliver Stone…
Oh course, I heard about Edward Snowden, read and posted about the whistleblower at the time he outed himself, but was especially taken with a pivotal scene in the movie. One where he decisively steps outside…
GUARD 1: Hey!
SNOWDEN: Did you ever play with one of these?
GUARD 1: Yeah when I was a kid.
SNOWDEN: Yeah. You should try it. It’s hard.
GUARD 1: I can’t figure this out.
GUARD 2: I don’t know about this.
SNOWDEN: You’ve got to start with the white cross actually and then you do the corners.
GUARD 1: Ahh… Oh man look, I love these things. Hey, have a good weekend.
SNOWDEN: You too buddy.
*What does he remind you off, Clicky? …/lights up… The kid from ‘Third Rock From the Sun’… As he’s walking out…*
*/stubs butt… Knot the other one?*
*Yeah…*
*/shrugs… Suit yourself… /Checks time… Shit! It’s nearly time for ‘Sherlock’, Clicky… *
Due to unforeseen, technical reasons, Dear Reader, this shamble is now terminating… Many Apol! Loogies…
Dear Reader, lucky you, it’s Two Post Sunday here at the LoL…
*Alright, Click… /rolls eyes…*
A Roob-x Kubrick shamble follows, but first…
…All the way from his sick bed… Sumwear in the state of TextAss… It’s the one, the only… OKIE… Non-smokey (but carries cigarettes to pick up women)… DEV… ILL!
*******
WARNING!!! CAUTIONARY WARNING AHEAD!!! WARNING!!!
Just kiddin.
The above image will not hypnotize you.
Seriously…it won’t.
Our studies show that it doesn’t work on some people.
Maybe you are one of the lucky ones.
We’ll decide which is which, for you.
!HeH HeH HeH!
^Nirvana-Smells Like Teen Spirit Gayageum ver. by Luna^
I wonder what percentage of people do not read this? And how exactly is that related to the percentage of people that DO read this. Cause I’m gonna take a wild-assed stab in the motherfucking dark here, and say that…
100% of the people that read this, read it.
100% of the people that do not read this, do not read it.
Jesus H CHRIST!!!
I HAVE 200% OF THE READERSHIP EITHER READING OR NOT READING THIS SHIT!!!
I’VE CORNERED AND CONQUERED THE READING AND THE NON-READING MARKET(S)!!!
HA HA!!! THE WORLD IS MINE!!!
Well…some of it anyway.
^Desert Rose – Eric Johnson^
It’s currently 18:35 on Saturday night here in West Texas, it’s 34°F, which is the warmest it has been in days, I’m coming down with the plague of death, and I’m running low on beer. Since I do not take medication of any kind currently, I have had to turn to nature and natural cures to sooth the pain of sneezing out 75 lb. snot balls and rubbing my nose raw with paper towels. So I have turned to alcohol. Not that it does anything to “cure” me, but it does make me give less of a shit if I die. Which, hopefully I will before this shit turns into pneumonia like it has the last few times I have gotten sick. Actually, three years ago, it did NOT turn into pneumonia…but it did wind up giving me the worst sinus-infection I have ever had in my entire life. I did not know that pain like that was possible. But I do now. So yeah…pestilence. Let’s talk about it.
For those unfamiliar with different translations of The Bible…those little acronyms at the end of all of those BibleGateway links are indicative of the translation.
NIV = New International Version
TLB = The Living Bible
NLT = New Living Translation (One of my personal faves)
KJV = King James Version
NKJV = New Kiing James Version
And so on…
Anyway…I dunno bout choo? But if you look at the results for the term “pestilence” in the King James vs. the New King James?
King James = 48 references
New King James = 44
Wonder what happened there?
Time and times must change or something.
Weird. Cause The Bible isn’t supposed to change.
Weird.
Q: If you had to choose between which version to read, which would you choose?
A: ?¿?¿
^SISTEM feat. EMMA – People are people ( UNU’ Remix ) – Depeche Mode Cover^
Now…in the interest(s) of keeping your head spinning, and keeping you completely and totally baffled as to what in the FUCK I am talking about and why…I would like to issue a challenge to you in the form of the video below. Assuming that it is available for you to view wherever you are. YouTube has become the whipping boy of governments and businesses who have NO FUCKING CLUE as to why YouTube is what it is and how. But I digress.
The vid below is 17 minutes and 17 seconds of pure awesomeness. I bet that some of you may even be able to relate to the video directly. Meaning, you may have some experience with this sort of manufacturing in a more direct kinda way…either directly or indirectly. But we’ll keep the class-wars here to a minimum since my primary focus is legacy. It’s not like I’ve have ever personally worked at a foundry, even tho I have. I worked for a commercial air filtration company, and had to change the air filters at a steel mill every few months.
An asthmatic w/severe allergies…changing air filters…at a steel mill…whodathunkit?
Cisero: “Sometimes…I do what I want to do. The rest of the time…I do what I have to.”
Movie = Gladiator
^HYPNOTIC Video Inside Extreme Chinese Forging Factory: Wilop Forge and Foundry Company^
Last night on “Psycho Radio”…I posed the following query in the chatroom…
“Is carbon from S. America, the same as carbon from Asia?” My contention is…”no.” But someone posted the following link, and said nothing else.
My primary thinking of course, is coal. I mean, outside of a shitty quality diamond….where else can one find a shitload of carbon? So we’ve got these certain kinds of trees on one side of the world, and different kinds of trees on the other side of the world…are you really telling me that the carbon(s) in the coal from these plants are identical? Yeah…carbon dating and radioactive decay.
Q: Do you really think it is in the best interest(s) of people alive today, to be predicting when anything begins and/or ends?
A: ¿hmmmmmmmm?
Q: What is your personal “level of concern” with respect to the amount(s) of snot and boogers currently emanating from my nostrils?
A: Snot very much I bet.
^Depeche Mode Lie to Me (Dominatrix Remix 2009)^
It has come to my attention…yet again…that some people are not fond of my filthy-assed language. O RLY? You motherfuckers got a problem with MY language? Hmmmm….maybe I should change it. Change my ways. Bend to the will of this person or that person, or this group or that group. You realize of course, that changing me, or anyone for that matter, causes them to no longer exist. Whatever they were going to be prior to your interference and/or intervention? Yeah…gone forever. I guess you don’t believe in fate or destiny afterall…do ya? But since we are on the topic of language, and more specifically “words”…let’s think about that. Because what we are really talking about here, is thought and thoughts. Heh…talking about…thoughts…words…talking…heh heh. That’s funny.
^Depeche Mode World In My Eyes (Ambient remix)^
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WE HAVE A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, why don’t you stay on-topic?
A: I tell ya what…you start staying on topic, and I will too. Deal?
EXAMPLES!!! WE NEED EXAMPLES!!! STAT!!!
Hugo was kind enough to post the link above in the comments section of Roob’s last whatever type whathaveyou type post type of thing, and me being me…I went straight to the meat of things.
I mean, it was right…fucking…THERE, on the same page as the weather story. And it was shown as being the #1 story. The #1 read story in the entirety of the UK, so the tagline said anyway. Why should I read that weather story? The weather story wasn’t even in the Top 5! Why the FUCK would I want to read something that no one else is reading? ESPECIALLYsince there was an irritating-assed video embedded in the middle of that weather story, that was talking about terrorists and dirty-bombs. Sure, you could make a “nuclear-winter” type of stretch that those stories were remotely connected/weather related. But let’s be real. The only “bomb” in that weather story, even WITH the terrorist(s) bullshit? Yeah…the story itself. The verbiage. The vernacular. It was a goddamn comedy story. Lemme relate here…
—————————— HEAVY SNOW ALERT Polar vortex to plunge UK WORST January FREEZE in years
(nondescript bullshit that needs no/requires no immediate fact(s)/nor verification of facts)
——————————
And that’s just the fucking headline. When you read the story itself? It gets even more comical. “Councils and health authorities”
I gotta stop right fucking there.
Q: Who is more of an authority on my health than me?
A: ???
I mean come on…even YODA* kept his own counsel as to who would trained as a Jedi and who wouldn’t. I get the feeling that we get pretty good at knowing ourselves. As a matter of fact, I’m gonna go know myself right now. Or at least, get a status update.
*Yoda = Fictional Character. Just…FYI.
^Blasphemous Rumours Depeche Mode REMIX 2014 ( DAVIDMIX 09 )^
There is a mailbox down the road that I pass when I walk, and it is painted with American Flags and Eagles and Stars and shit like that, along with the following phrase…
“Pray for America!”
Um…can you be more specific? I mean, I could pray for America, but I’d rather pray for Americans. And with all of that symbolism and rhetoric already plastered all over your mailbox, I could even go so far as to pray for Americans who have mailboxes painted up to suggest that I pray for Americans with painted mailboxes. Of course, I would probably pray for a sudden paint shortage. Or maybe even a sudden decline in the availability of mailboxes that are large enough to pain a fucking mural that rivals the size of The Sistine Chapel. But this is Texas. And everything is bigger in Texas. Take my penis for example. It’s fucking HUGE!!! No wait…my ego is fucking huge. My penis is kinda average. But I like it. BRB!!! Gotta know myself some more.
^Depeche Mode – In your room ( Mercurio remix )^
It’s currently 08:08 on Sunday morning, January 8th of 2017. I started writing this bullshit last night, but I got pissed off listening to that radio show last night and stopped writing. Actually, I stopped writing so I could listen to the radio show, and THEN I got pissed off at the radio show. I wasn’t actually writing. Just…thinkin. Thinkin out loud a bit, but still thinkin. I actually do quite a bit of thinkin or “thinking” if you just can’t deal with that missing “g” here in the text version of an Okie in Texas’ “Texas Accent.” Which is weird, cause you foreign fucks fucking LOVE southern accents when you hear them. Some of you limeys have actually gotten pretty good at emulating the accent. But usually what is missing and/or most important in duplicating it…is the vernacular. The local slang and the twang on the slang…if you will. Michael Caine did a pretty fucking fantastic job of it in the movie “Secondhand Lions.” And so did Daniel Craig in “Cowboys and Aliens.” But cha still gotta get that Germanic/Dutch influence to get it right-ish. Meh…I have no idea where I’m going with this. I’ve already addressed it previously, and nobody reads this shit anyway…so…fuckit.
LET’S SEE HOW URANIUM IS “MADE”!!!
“MADE”…lol!
Uranium is made with Hydrogen and Plutonium and Helium and Nitrogen and some other stuff and processes.
But let’s watch the videos anyway!
^How It s Made Uranium P1 YouTube^
^How It s Made Uranium P2 YouTube^
That was very educational. It taught me many things. Such as, I will prolly never own a Uranium mine, nor a Uranium processing facility, nor will I ever make major bank off of the process and processes that process this shit. BUT!!! I am told that my government’s number one priority is upward mobility! Which means that even I…might someday own a mine of my own.
Q: What about a mind of my own?
A: ?¿?¿?
Ya think one of those things might be on the governmental itinerary, or docket, or docket of itineraries, or itinerary of dockets…as it were?
Ya know…the basics. Getting back to basics and fundamentals. Whatever in the fuck those are.
Or…were…as it were.
Q: Ever get the feeling that there is a reason and/or reasons that “we” got away from “the basics” n the first place?
A: ¿?¿?¿
Ain’t dat wut upwardz mobilities is awlz abootz n-e-wayz? Getting aways frum thangs that hold ya backs? I dun knows abowts use stupid guyz and hot lucious galz, but I dunno if thar is gettin awayz frum n-e-thang.
Dats jus my opinin tho.
Wut do I nose?
I nose my nose is packed with yella shit that is goin green like a tree in the southern sprang tyme.
Jus thot youse might likes ta nose.
^Depeche Mode Behind the Wheel (Force Sonic Remix)^
So yeah…I’m kinda on the same page with some, with respect to the ozone layer and all of the nuclear testing that has gone on, and continues to go on. Here in the U.S. of America, there is a push within the military/government to update and improve our nuclear arsenal(s). Although I must disagree for a different reason altogether. We have PLENTY of methods of royally fucking this planet up with civilian nuclear projects. What the fuck do we need more within the military for? When you have public figures arguing for military forces being deployed at nuclear power plants to protect those plants from being infiltrated by “terrorists?” I’m sorry, but there is an entire LINE of fucking questions there that are not getting asked. Let alone, seeking answers. It’s like sticking a hand-sized mudball into an erupting volcano in order to try and attempt to plug the flow. And speaking of which…yeah…GREAT FUCKING IDEA!!! Let’s plug that hole so the lava and ash can’t get out!!! GREAT FUCKING IDEA!!! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!?!?!? Not that there are natural lessons to be learned with respect to pressure and pressures, like say…Krakatoa and St. Helens. Maybe if you revised the “electricity seeks the path of least resistance” to say…”energy seeks the path of least resistance”…maybe that would help out a bit with respect to other kinds of pressure(s). What kind(s) you ask? Start with Kind and Unkind…that should “get us back to basics.” Basically anyway. Rhetoric you say? Pffffttttt! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
The best answer is the answer you support…right?
Q: Where does that leave the rest of us?
A: Good…Fucking…LUCK!
Reach out and touch someone.
Just…make sure you do it when you are alone.
Might be a law or something.
May not even be a law…yet.
But it’s coming.
Or not.
Whatevz.
That’s your choice…
…not mine.
Not that I’m telling you what to do or anything.
Course I’m not telling you what not to do either.
Yer a big boy.
Or a big girl.
I mean, not big!
Not like fat big.
Although you could stand to lose a few pounds.
No! Not money. That would be dollars.
Weight.
I mean…wait.
Nevermind.
Wanna fuck?
^Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence (Gabe & Alok Remix)^
“A SAVAGE winter MEGAFREEZE will arrive in just SEVEN DAYS with freezing gales, blizzards and near record-low temperatures threatening to grind Britain to a standstill.”
Wintry weather, in winter, Dear Reader… Who’d have funk it?!
*Er, no Click, both Britain and North America are in the northern hemisphere… Go grab a globe, I’ll show you…*
*No, the other one… /sigh…*
*Comet? What comet?*
NASA recently spotted two massive space objects hurtling towards Earth.
While the American space agency has pinpointed one as a comet, the other has left it slightly more baffled.
The comet is set to fly close to Earth this week, but the mystery object isn’t expected to make an appearance until February.
*/grins… I’m not sure comets and asteroids are spherical, Clicky…*
*/frowns… Come again…*
*Oh, you think eating something spicy will blow the snot right out of the Okie Devil…*
Something Frank Davis wrote, in reply to a commenter at his blog this morning, got Clicky disappearing, tout suite…
I once met Richard Peto, long before he got knighted. We shared a mutual friend, and I spent quite a long time talking to him in a large and fairly empty pub in London. I was smoking, of course, and he wasn’t, of course. I think we were talking about something vaguely health-related. And as we talked we moved further and further apart, until our conversation was being conducted at a distance of 20 or 30 feet. It was as if some force of mutual repulsion was pushing us apart. Now, of course, I regard him as a repulsive antismoker – one of those who have been using mathematics to dress bigotry in fine garments. But it seems that the force of repulsion was present long before the smoking ban.
‘Ah!’ I thought, ‘he’s off to find out who Dicky Peto is.’ Or ‘He’ll bring back something about Replusive Force.‘ No, what he did was to bring back a Song…
*Knot even Hans Christian Andersen, Clicky…/rolls eyes…*
At that stage I wasn’t aware of a missive, from the Okie Devil residing in Texas, waiting for me in my inbox… */squints… Bloody dolphin helper, reading my mail before I do…* But then Cade’s missives aren’t just for me, Dear Reader. They’re also for you…
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Miss me? That much eh?
Don’t worry honey. I’m kinda fond of that end of the female anatomy too. You appear to be a tad more eager than I usually am. But I gotta know…
Q: Other than perhaps a paycheck or some money…what are you trying to get at?
A: ???
Just asking, cause if you wait long enough, you may not have to work so hard to get at it.
It may come to you.
Just sayin.
Just…tryin to help a sister out.
Not that I’m asking to help you out.
Would you mind? (lol)
Roob calls these things “missives”…whatever in the fuck that is.
Not that I mind what she calls “this shit.”
She can call this shit “I ain’t gonna miss these missives” for all I care. 😉
I’ve gotten a pretty good giggle or two, and some warm fuzzies from her additions and observations of my wordy bullshit observations-ish types of things or whatever in the fuck they are.
And actually, it kinda makes me feel good that someone has a quasi-bead on whatever in the fuck it is that I am doing.
God knows I don’t.
But…that’s just me.
I’m weird like that.
Strange…even.
Lemme hit cha wif dis real quix b4 I goes any much furtherz…
Q: Is direct, or indirect, more subversive?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
…you may have said that to yourself anyway. But maybe not.
Thinking in terms of “inspiration”…what inspires you? I know that me personally? I usually do not give a shit what inspires me. “That I am inspired”…is usually what is most important to me. I tend to work very hard to cite my sources and give credit where credit is due. That said, when I am inspired, and tend to remember what inspires me. Unless I forgot or forget. But on the topic and or topics of inspiration, how can we grow if we have no ideas of our own? Or worse…are not allowed to have any ideas of our own? Now…at this point, you might be saying to yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the motherfucking FUCK is this really all about?
A: ???
Hmmmmm…I dunno. What IS this all about?
But I’ll give you a hint as to what I am “thinking”…<hint>…<hint>…
Q: What is “the final frontier?”
A: <think contextually here>…as in…”where” is “the last frontier?”
Space?
Which one?
The one between your ears?
Let’s go with THAT!!! K?
Q: What is the best way to “hide” information?
A: ¿?¿
Don’t ask me. I’ve got nothing to hide. No more than anyone else anyway.
For all intents and purposes…I’m on open book.
Good luck.
It was very interesting on many levels. A lot to think about. What I really think surprises me, is the zealous nature of many of these big thinkers and doers and movers and shakers. One of the resounding themes that I personally picked up on, was/is…there are those that are trying to get “into away from”…and those that are trying to “get into into.” Those trying to get into our heads and our bodies at our own peril, and those who are trying to into getting away from this planet all together…also, at our own peril. Sorry, but I cannot imagine that “we” are destined to escape Earth/Terra, all under the aspices of “just so the human species can survive.” You are forgetting a FUCKTON of other shit there. If we can’t take care of ourselves here, what in the FUCK makes you think that “we” can take care of ourselves “out there” somewhere else. To me, it is this kind of thinking that is going to lead to only two probable outcomes…
1) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Riddance!!!
2) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Luck!!!
Poor stewardship is no more of an excuse for running from damnation, than it is the logical conclusion that we are running to damnation.
That said, your pet projects are yours…not mine.
Stop thinking you speak for me, because you don’t.
I’m fully capable of speaking for myself.
I’m sick and fucking tired of “The Industrial Military Complex” and the associated private business encroaching on the public.
Yeah…those “private sectors” of the public.
Suck on THAT brainiacs.
Yeah…the overtones of the space programs around the world are representative of the best and the worst in our species. Especially the “manned” programs. See how sideways we are already? “Manned Space Travel.” Man…talk about your metaphors for masturbation and phallic jerking off fest type circle-jerks. You send a bunch of men into space alone on a long mission, and that spacecraft is gonna be so fucking covered in spoo, it’ll be like a flying male DNA sample. And this has nothing to do with the “fucking in space” concept. I fuck in space all the time. If there wasn’t a space there, we wouldn’t be fucking. It’s been done. Many times. Dunno bout choo guys and gals.
So yeah…
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
There is no escaping the fact that there is no escape.
How do I know this?
Q: Where ya runnin to?
A: °0°|°0°
Gonna be haulin a metric fuckton or twenty of history books and shit like that with ya?
Not to mention, who is goin with ya and why.
Ever hear of Noah’s Ark?
Might wanna give U-Haul or some other moving company a call. “Um…do you have any moving trucks available? Um…how many do I need? All of em!”
I mean…here we come as a species…or what is left of it…carrying a fucking freight train of cargo with us…barreling in on some other planet like we fucking own the place. What do you think the natives are gonna think about that? Gort: OH! Come right on in shitbags! Make yourself right at fucking home! You must the trash that we’ve been listening to blast us with your indiscreet signals for the last few hundred (thousand) years. And I see the trash has brought their trash and their baggage with them! Not that we can tell the difference. Oh! And did I mention that we are allergic to humans? Sorry, we gotta blast you asses to death with death lasers. Sorry, but you shoulda answered our call when we tried to contact you. We offered help. Woulda saved you a trip. But you didn’t return our calls. Sorry…you gotta die now so we can save ourselves from you. /metallic shrug
Sorry. But I still believe that we are more likely to receive a visit from some neighbors willing to lend a hand, than we are likely to be able to help ourselves to helping ourselves. Meaning: Helping ourselves to more real-estate, when we treated our own home like shit just as an excuse to throw our hands up, leave it, and leave what was left to fend for itself.
And also…regarding “fending for itself”…
Q: Can anyone show me a single species on this planet that is incapable of the aforementioned?
A: (I’m doubting it)
Unless of course, mirrors are available for reflection.
Contextually speaking of course.
That last one sounds like me alright. I think there is even a picture lurking around somewhere of me in some graveyard where some alien is buried, and I’m laying on top of an empty gave that says something about “Null” or something like that. There’s even an angel nearby giving me a “WTF?!?!?” kind of look. I can’t remember the name of that town or it’s graveyard that I was visiting. I do remember some of my relatives being buried there, but I don’t recall their name(s).
Meh…they prolly don’t know me either, nor would even care to know me.
I dunno…the longer that we seem divided by “the penis” and “the vagina” with respect to “the brain”…the more I think that people are simply looking for something that isn’t there. Prolly all under the auspices of…”WELL!!! IF THERE IS NOTHING THERE…THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THERE!!!” Yeah…ya think? For example, when I was watching that documentary yesterday, and they were showing these doctors “peering into the brain” using this multi-million dollar 16,000 lb. machine or whatever it was…all under the precept of “looking for this or that”…all while it is staring them right in the fucking face? I have no choice…but to wonder. Wander, even.
Is it the fact that “it is?”
Or is it “why it is, that it is?”
Because you can’t get away from the fact that “it is” under either of those. Nor would you be able to get away from it irrespective of an infinite amount of conditionals that you place on “it.” You did not live every moment in the person’s life that you are examining. Therefore, how can you really expect to “fix” or “find a fix” in a moment? Even if it starts at “finding the problem.” Have you considered that “finding the problem” may in fact be the problem itself? And don’t quickly dismiss my quickly dismissing your diagnosis. Diag-nosis. Di-ag-nosis. Dia-gnosis. Yes. I realize words mean things. Sometimes many things. Contextually anyway. Do you?
Q: When looking at “fuzzy logic” do you really not realize what you are looking at?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
On the documentary, the researchers were looking at medical scans of “subjects” watching a video of elephants while the person is hooked up to this machine, and there is a fuzzy display that resembles on the computer display of “what is happening in the brain” that sorta quasi-resembles what is being shown on the video. What’s that you say? You want a clearer picture of what is happening on your machine via the subject? May I make a suggestion?
WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO!!!
Hows that for clarity?
One more question tho…regarding your analysis(es) of “the brain”…
Q: What is the brain connected to?
A: All, if all, is all, if at all.
I can’t tell you why I am on the journey I am on prolly anymore than you can tell me as to why you are on the journey that you are on. I can except that. What I cannot accept…is when you can. When you have so reduced your quest into a finite vision of purpose and intent, that it can be summed up in a single sentence or phrase or even a word. To me? That’s dangerous. About as dangerous as it gets. I know this, because that’s where I operate. But there is and are all kinds of finite singularities that are not really finite at all. Fuzzy, even. So tangible and easily understandable, that only awe can describe them…whether using words or not. Something like…a smile…sometimes is the only way to describe what you are seeing/feeling/experiencing. Irrespective of senses or how sensed…it’s much bigger than that. So big in fact, that it noticed something so small and irrelevant such as yourself, and dropped by just to say “howdy”…and let you know just how important and non-insignificant you really are.
Afterall…if you weren’t here? Nothing else would be here either.
You are important.
I don’t know you…but you are important to me.
For no other reason than, you are.
🙂
*Yep… that’s a definite “WTF?!?!?” look the little cherub is casting… /wipes tear from eye… Hmm… Nice legs… /shakes head… Oh Clicky, where in the hell did you find that?*
*Huh! …Supercreep… And what’s happened to the YT links again?*
The shitsack in question, Dear Reader, being Dr. Stuart H. Kreisman…
Princess Leia ultimately killed by the real Darth Vader
…projectionist par excellence for ‘Physicians for a Smoke-Free Canada‘, with an exclusive opinion piece for the Vancouver Sun…
Carrie Fisher’s death, while very sad, can be turned into a meaningful public teaching moment.
*/dries tears of sorrow…* Oh yes! Let’s… *Clicky, if you wouldn’t mind…*
Let’s jump straight in to No. 4 in the list of things the Nazis apparently got right: Anti-Smoking campaigns. Although it wasn’t just campaigning they excelled at. No, they pretty well much produced all the original scientific research, at the behest of their fuhrer, that underpins today’s fearless Tobacco Control advocates’ arguments…
Smoking accounts for 10 per cent of all deaths in Canada, and kills more people than alcohol, drugs, car accidents, murder, suicide, and AIDS combined.
Now let’s look at No.2, ‘filming techniques’. Dr Kreisman kindly includes some thoughts about that too…
Recruit Hollywood’s help and take control of smoking’s image — show that it truly is not cool, but instead, a never-ending beauty-and-health-destroying, poverty-inducing, pathophysiological battle against nicotine withdrawal that mostly traps society’s weakest (and least enviable) members.
And let’s not overlook No.3 on the ‘Well Done You, Nazis’ list, their ‘Welfare Program’. Obviously having ‘one of the largest public welfare programs in history’ must have meant the goosesteppers took special care of ‘society’s weakest (and least enviable) members‘…
Many mental health professionals have now begun to address nicotine addiction head-on in their patients as a result.
Oh course Dr Kreisman omits that the only smoking Princess Leia is seen to be involved with on screen was the chemistry between her and Hans Solo…
*And looking smokin’ hot in that bikini… /nods… That, too, Clicky… /thinks… I wonder if an Endocrinologist has to take the Hippocratic Oath…*
*Hmm that’s not so much a stack of crap, Clicky, than a shit fan… /lights up… but I applaud the sentiment…*
*Agreed, Clicky… /drags deeply… the resemblance is uncanny…*
‘So soon?’, I hear you ask, closely followed by ‘Why?’
Ah, all will be revealed. I have received a gift, for sending a gift…
Together with the latest missive from The Okie Devil in Texas, see below…
*Ah, Clicky… /rubs snout… that was very nice of Cade and Jen… /listens quietly… No, you can’t have a pocket knife… /shakes head… You’re a dolphin, you don’t have pockets…*
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Since I have decided to write new stuff today, I figured I better get started.
Nothing inspires innovation like competition.
Without competition? Competitive Innovation is simply…innovation.
Prolly not even that innovative.
Buncha fucking worthless hacks.
Afraid of a little competition.
I’m alone and not competing with anyone, so my bullshit is neither competitive nor innovative.
I’m prolly just jerking-off.
Srsly.
I prolly am.
^Modestep – Another Day (Ft. Popeska) (xKore Remix) (Official Video)^
Now some of you who may have never read any of “my” bullshit before, may be asking yourself…
“Dude! What’s with all of these definitions and bullshit like that?”
I dunno.
Find any of it interesting?
It’s all connected.
Srsly…it is.
^Deadmau5 – Mr G^
My statement there might prompt someone to say something like…
“It’s not ALL connected. Not like YOU mean it.”
Really? Lemme ask you something then…
“What did you tear apart to ‘disconnect” that something that is not connected?”
Or was it like that when you found it?
Where did you find it?
Was it connected then?
Kinda like picking up a grain of sand from a beach somewhere, then taking that grain of sand somewhere far away, and putting it somewhere else entirely.
Do you really think that grain of sand is no longer connected to it’s origin just as much as it is now also connected to it’s destination?
What’s the connection?
Well…what did you omit?
HINT: You.
Yep. Shit is connected in the damnedest of ways.
If you look for something, you WILL find it.
^REZZ – Methodology^
Seeing as this is my 8th posting over here at TeH LoL, or I think it is anyway, I thought something special would be in order. Not really, I just thought of it. But now that I have thought of it, I’m gonna have to REALLY think about it, because the bag is out of the cat…so to speak. The horse is in the pasture, and the cart is in the barn, and SOMEONE…I don’t care who…has GOT to get that bag back into that cat. Damned if I’m gonna do it. You have no idea how hard it was to get that bag inside the cat so I could let it out the first time. Plus, the horse don’t like to be reined when they are out grazing and haven’t finished their dinner yet. We’d have to take the cart to the horse. And what in the fuck are gonna do if we get the cart up to the horse, and the horse takes off running? We gonna chase it? We gonna get pissed off and shoot it? Either way, that return trip dragging the cart back to the barn is gonna be a BITCH after all the goings on. Maybe we should just put the cart out to pasture and leave the horse in the barn next time. Prolly find that cat sleeping on top of the bag in the back of the cart.
Q: Does thinking in “warped channels” such as this inspire some to “warp the warped” even further?
A: Anyone reallywanna take a stab at this?
See how that works. Something becomes a part of the common vernacular, and the next thing you know? Yeah…GLOBAL…THERMONUCLEAR…WAR!!!
It’s the only option.
I can’t see any other way.
Can you?
^Adam Beyer – Open Up – Drumcode – DC128^
So earlier today, I made a comment on my previous post that was dealing with legal and legality. Especially with respect to applicability. Maybe if you think about “cops not prosecuting other cops” and other types of concepts like that which are fairly widely well-known…we can go from there.
“We The People”…own the country in it’s totality, and we are free to purchase a chunk of it for ourselves from ourselves at our own peril. Which means we’re gonna have to start seriously thinking about this “growth” business. We can take that to all kinds of places…from moles and warts to mergers and acquisitions. Not that there is any connection there or anything. Cause now all of a sudden…fucking EVERYTHING is punitive. And I do mean everything. Up to, and including, punitive fucking you. And not in a good way. So I guess we are going to have to think about and/or talk about…meaning. Or I guess we do. If we’re gonna talk about meaning, that means we need to talk about intent. And if we are gonna talk about meaning and intent, that means we are going to have to start talking about why we are talking at all…so that means reason. So to recap…
Meaning…
Intent…
and…
Reason.
I hope we have a good reason for this. Otherwise, the meaning may get lost in the intent.
I guess that would be…what it all meant.
So yeah…we’re right back to time.
Just in time.
WHEW!!!
That was a close one eh?
Prolly a legal precedent in there somewhere.
LET’S FIND IT!!!
I wonder how much it would cost me to get a “Certified Physicist Card” on the black market? OH YEAH!!! I forgot…you gotta go to college/university, and you can get an “official” certified physicist card. Just be careful which school you go to. Some colleges/universities are “more certified”..than others. Plus, if you EVER cheated on ANYTHING at…fucking ALL, doesn’t that kinda…nullify the result?
Just askin.
^Dyno – Vera – Hell Yeah^
Now that the holidays are over…I just gotta ask…
Q: Get anything good?
A: ?¿?
A trip to the hospital and some stitches maybe?
I hereby declare War on Scars.
I will be your Scar Czar.
Sounds creepy…eh?
^Crookers – What up Y’all^
I was cruising the the various synchrowhatever blogs today, and noticed that someone asked the question…
“Where were you at midnight on January 1, 2017?”
My initial reaction was…”WAIT DUMMY!!! Midnight on January 1? That was last night…right?”
But as I thought about it, I remembered that I had been thinking about night and day with respect to the rise and fall of the sun over the last few days. This time of year where I am, the sun is WAY the fuck south of me, and it’s really odd in the morning when it comes up, and it’s really odd in the evening when it goes down. It travels on this parabolic arc that almost resembles an EKG type sinus rhythm type of movement…it kinda slides across the sky, then pops up for a ways, then pops back down, only to slide back down below the horizon. It makes for some absolutely fabulous sunrises and sunsets. As a matter of fact, some mornings…it’s hard to differentiate the difference between the two unless you are familiar with direction relative to your location and your location relative to your location relative to you, and when you are where you are when you are. It may sound like I am intentionally trying to be either clever or confusing or both there. But I’m not. It makes sense in my head, because everything is always moving…even when you aren’t.
So to make a long story longer…irrespective of when the day starts/stops or whatever relative to the clock? Irrespective of the date, whether it was December 31st, or January 1st, or January 2nd…I was asleep. If I’m asleep…I don’t give a shit where I am. I’M ASLEEP!!! I care more about when I am than where I am.
^Caravan Palace – Dramophone^
WOAH NELLY!!! We have a question from the Whatever However HOTLINE!!!
The first one I’ve gotten since posting my shiznit here at TeH LoL!!!
Not really. I actually got one the other day…but I forgot about it, and I can’t remember what it was. /me shrugs
Q: Cade, how long are you gonna make this fucking post?!?!?!?
A: I dunno. How ever long it is. I figure that learning has no limits. From there, we are limited by our limits with respect to sharing what we have learned, how, and with whom. I just start writing when the urge strikes, and stop when the urge strikes. It’s pretty simple really. The writing part is the easy part. Finding images and songs and inspiration and whatnot? Meh…sometimes a little challenging. Because ALL of these things inspire me. The music is usually an ambient distraction that encourages me to keep listening/keep writing. The images? I see things. Most of the time, prolly the same shit you see. I just try and blend some cool music and cool images with my shitty writing, and figure it all balances out in the end. And the best part? YOU get to decide what that “balance” is…not me. I just work here. 😉
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
Do you like it when someone tells you to stop doing what you are doing?
I didn’t think so.
Do you like it when someone tells you that you are doing too much of what you are doing which is something that you enjoy doing?
I didn’t think so.
Do you like it when someone tells you to start doing what you aren’t doing?
That’s what I thought.
Do you like it when someone tells you that you aren’t doing enough of what you aren’t doing enough of which is something that you do not enjoy doing?
That’s what I thought.
Do you like when someone does something that told you that whatever it was that you did or did not doing wasn’t done cause like…it wasn’t fun…or maybe it was…wait…what in the FUCK was I talking about and/or where was I going with this shit?
Any thoughts?
No?
I didn’t think so.
^Slander & YOOKiE – After All (ft. Jinzo) (Habstrakt Remix)^
Time can be confusing when you rely on “the clock” and the clock alone. Cause it seems like everything after that? The clock is only relative to a reference that is based on everything EXCEPT time, all under the auspices on how much time it took to do the whatever it was/is that you are/were doing. It’s kinda like your past. Not “the” past…your past. Because it is your past. Yours all yours. It’s as responsible for you as you are, as you are, where and when you are…good and bad and whatever…it’s what has coalesced to make you you. And it will continue to do so. Hell, you could prolly repurpose a nuclear weapon to give radical haircuts and bitchin sun tans that do no more damage than that which a radical haircut can do in some certain situations. All we gotta do is get someone smart on it. Thinking a bit contextually about firearms…it’s really not that hard to do. Especially if you always and forever, think of firearms as a weapon or as weapons. Because that’s what they are, and that’s what they do, and that’s what they were designed to do and/or can do…kill. Even if you are just killing the living shit out of a paper target at a firing range, all while killing the shit out of your free time and financial reserves. Guns/Firearms are expensive in many ways. I dunno. Maybe some day, there will be no more of them because there will no longer be a need. I know that I don’t own any, but I have. And the only time that I would ever contemplate trying to take a firearm away from someone, is if they had one of the damn things shoved right in my face. No wonder “gun nuts” are always like…”Want My Guns? Come And Get Em'”…not that I blame them. You can’t legislate a person or their behavior. But a person can do that themselves for themselves. I guess…freedom might just be free after all.
I wonder how some of these large organizations would like it if all of their data was taken away from them? I wonder who made THAT decision? I guess it just kinda makes me wonder as to when proprietary data becomes proprietary. Cause when it comes to ownership, I think prolly some may be more owned than others. Maybe even not owned at all…because it’s owned by all. Kind of a many to many kinda relational database type ownership kinda thingie or something like that. You know…a developer’s worst nightmare. Many to many relationships are…difficult. Not impossible…just…difficult.
So much for “the private sector” being the end all be all answer to everyfuckingthing eh?
As you may or may not be able to deduce, I did not draw the image above.
Library of Libraries 