About a week or so ago, Dear Reader, I mentioned in the blurb atop of a missive from Cade, a magazine article that I was keen to get my hands on…
FOR years after the physicist Richard Feynman died, his 1970s yellow-and-tan Dodge minivan lay rusting in a garage near Pasadena, California. When it was restored in 2012, special effort was made to repaint the giant doodles that adorned its bodywork. They don’t look like much – simple combinations of straight lines, loops and squiggles. But it is no exaggeration to say these Feynman diagrams revolutionised particle physics. Without them, we might never have built the standard model of particles and forces, or discovered the Higgs boson.
Now we could be on the cusp of a second, even more far-reaching transformation. Because even as Feynman’s revolution seems to be fizzling out, physicists are discovering hints of deeper geometric truths. If glimpses of exquisite mathematical structures that exist in dimensions beyond the familiar few can be substantiated, they would seem to point the way to a better understanding not just of how particles interact, but of the nature of reality itself.
It was a hard road that led to the standard model, this monumental theoretical construct that describes all the particles of the quantum world and the forces that act on them, except for gravity. The starting point came in the 1930s and early 1940s, when physicists investigating quantum electrodynamics, the theory of how charged particles and electromagnetic fields interact, embarked on calculations of “scattering amplitudes” – the probabilities of different outcomes in a given particle interaction. But the calculations proved maddeningly difficult. For a while they seemed impossible.
Then along came Feynman. In 1949, he showed…
And that was all I could read of the article… Until yesterday, when I got home from work and found a copy of the magazine had arrived from Leggy, with a note saying…
‘Thought you might like to see this comic. It would just have ended up in recycling anyway, at least this way its life gets extended by a few days 😉 ‘
Woo Hoo! I was so excited as I flipped the pages…
*That’s right, Clicky… pages 28 – 31, right…*
*…in the…*
*…middle…*
*Hmm… Superconducting Super Collider in Texas… Reminds me of another Missive From ‘Merica, Clicky… the one with the drawings…*
*Whoa! The Principle of Least Action? …That seems a bit Idle Theory-ish… /cough… Yeah, I think we’ve probably shown enough of the article, now Clicky… I don’t want to get in trouble…*
*/nods… I’ll go tell Cade I’ve updated his missive…*
Okay, I have a lot to do tonight, Dear Reader – early start at work tomorrow. Make of it as you will… And have a Song ;
…Google unable to handle Damore’s ‘truth’ to Maduro setting up a ‘Truth Commission‘… It is totally Caracas out there, Dear Reader…
A new missive from Cade follows. It’s quite long, so hopefully we won’t all be reduced to vape-or-ASH before you get to the end of it…
…c Ya at the bottom… 😉
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This where this starts. If you are interested in starting somewhere else, feel free to do so at your leisure. I have to start here. Catch ya on the flipside…
wherever that might be/not be.
^Trio Los Panchos – Quizas, quizas, quizas.^
8-8 4-30 12-18 11-15 6-20 (fail)
11-15 (failed)
11-15 3-25 12-20 1-4 3-21 (fail)
11-15 (failed)
11-15 3-6 (fail)
11-15 (failed)
^Happy Mondays – Step On^
Ignore that numerical shit above...it means nothing.
This morning….I got to thinking about change, changes and changing while I was sitting upon the can and relieving my body of poop.
I personally find this scenario “weird” because, I usually think about only two things plus one procedural addition during my own personal process of dumping poop into the splashy porcelain water bowl of doom, that is located in the chamber of ultimate isolation…
(1) getting on,
(2) getting off,
(3) remove clinging particles.
Not that there are not LOADS of membrane processes and/or pressure changes going on there or anything. And not that pressures and pressures changes have any affect on our bodies. So…is it any wonder that people sometimes report thinking about the goddamndest of things while sitting on the shitter and making #2?
This has me now thinking of “normal” and “normalcy” with respect to these pressure changes, which got me to thinking about ergonomics. And yes…ergonomics as it relates to the workplace. I mean…where else does ergonomics play a role in your life but the workplace? It’s not like you have any choice or choices at work…you do what you are told.
^The Charlatans – The Only One I Know^
Been watching a lot of drag racing videos. I spent a lot of time with my nose in drag racing magazines when I was a kid. Lotta things that I haven’t thought of in a long time.
Q: Do you want to know me or not?
A: I dunno either.
Shit like below tho? Yeah…I spent a lot of time hearing about a lot of perspectives about women, and from women, about women. What they never tell you about, is…”a woman”. Guess you gotta find that one yourself.
^LEGENDS: THE SERIES – THE LEGEND OF “JUNGLE PAM” HARDY^
Last Wednesday, whatshername had the pest-control people come out and spray the house. Thursday morning, I wandered out front like I typically do…and there was a dead grass snake in the middle of the walkway. Very small, so it had to be young, but I thought it was just sunning in the morning sunshine, and was going to prod it back into the grass since others that traverse this walkway may not be as mindful about where they walk, and might crush him/her. But it was dead. I then remembered that they had sprayed the previous day, so, yeah…mission accomplished.
😦
I moved the snake to a non-conspicuous area of the grass, and figured something would prolly eat it. But night came, and it was still there. Friday morning came, and it was still there. Friday night came, and it was still there. I mean, not even ants were on it, but then again, why would there be any ants on it…they had just nuked the entire area two days prior. It got me to wondering about these dead-zones that are created by spraying and/or pest control, and just how out of balance these areas are and/or can be.
Saturday morning came. I looked for the snake, but I couldn’t locate it…then…I noticed a BIG goddamn snail right about where the snake should be. I then noticed the snake…or what was left of it. This snail must have sucked the snake completely dry, as all that was left of the snake was it’s skin, which had the appearance of one of those paper wrappers that covers drinking straws. I couldn’t have been watching this snail for more than 15-20 seconds, when it began to retreat. I musta been just in time.
^Fixx – Lowlyfe – Break Beat Temazo^
I’m not sure how to qualify the video below. It’s too awesome for description. I guess it’s one of those “needs to be experienced” kinda things that even then, still defies description. Guess you had to be there.
/me shrugs
^Cuba Feliz – Lagrimas Negras (Lyric added)^
There was an interesting Tweet that came up on the radar after I finished my morning movement.
Your #5 is disingenuous.
Why did you choose to not mention the massive grants of up to £4.5k that poor taxpayers contribute towards? pic.twitter.com/ljt0FWzTy3
Musta been the #2 ass-pecked of thinking at the time, but #5 is NOT what caught my attention. There are #2 pics in that Tweet, not #1. So…I hunted down the source of pic #2.
The first line of the first sentence of the first paragraph is what grabbed me.
“Electric or ‘plug-in’ vehicles come in all shapes and sizes with a wide array of technologies making up this sector.”
Man…talk about MEbeing non-committal.
That sentence is devoid of anything and everything except grammatical rules and spelling accuracy, and my personal incompetency in these areas makes me question the presence/existence of even those. Jesus Christ…talk about a gasp of oppression from whoever had to think that shit up…I’ve never seen a better example. Not that I’ve done any technical writing or anything…but yeah…I’ve done loads of technical writing.
That sentence says “I’ve/We’ve not a fucking clue”…they must be talking about new shit. They may even be talking about new shit that appears outwardly as old shit. I guess these fixed roadway systems and accompanying infrastructures weren’t as liberating and freeing as we thought, eh?
^Stone Roses – Fools Gold(Full Version)^
“To find out more about plug-in vehicles, watch our electric car guide video that explains the different types of electric vehicles and helps you understand how the different fuel technologies can work for you.”
Ugh.
“If you’re interested in learning how to manage your fleet sustainably to save money and reduce emissions, read our fleet management essentials.”
EHGADS!!!
Grant money!!!
WOO HOO!!!
IT’S A GOLDRUSH!!!
^Happy Mondays – Loose Fit (Official Music Video)^
So yeah anyway, fuck electric cars or whatever…I can’t afford a car of any type, shape, size or array of technology type(s). But since LegIron is getting Ultra-Violent with his stove, I can talk about something else. Like…I watched a video last week that shows someone demolishing a barn with 164 lbs of Tannerite.
(whatever in the fuck Tannerite is)
It appears that you can buy this shit from various places…
I have no idea why this particular video came up in my recommended videos, but it did, and I had to wonder why in the FUCK someone would blow up a barn they want to get rid of instead of demolishing it by hand. So…I watched it. Even tho I am a pyrotechnician, I personally HATE things that explode. May seem ironic, but a few up close experiences with these things can certainly change your thinking about them.
Q: Why not hire a 164 lb person to tear your barn down for you?
I’m getting there. Just doing a little light reading. I usually don’t pay attention to much when I am reading. Hence, I don’t learn much. You’re prolly safe.
^Eydie Gorme Y Trio Los Panchos – “Piel Canela”^
I’m not here to tell you what to do or which way to go. Therefore, yeah…much of the shit I write is incomplete and/or full of holes. I write that way on purpose. It’s intentional. By design. I actually put a lot of thought into much of what I include or omit when I’m writing, irrespective of how quickly/slowly I bang this shit out. That leaves room for you to find your own goddamn answers. Not that many people read this shit, but “this shit” does filter down, to and through channels.
Always being mindful of others helps me better express myself, seeing as I have no answers to give and I know that. That said, there are answers to be had, and you can find these answers anywhere and everywhere. Some answers just take an insane amount of time to find. Prolly a good time for some self-evaluation(s) as to modes and methods there, irrespective of the channels that you navigate.
Acceptable...unacceptable...same things at different times.
^Buena Vista Social Club – Candela^
While we are changing topics here…lets talk changes and changing and change and related stuff. Women…for example. How much do you really need to know?
There’s a good chance that any woman you hook up with has prolly been through something called puberty…maybe that rings a bell/you may have already heard of it. There’s also a good chance that this woman has an interest in a concept called “marriage”. Here in The USA, it’s pretty popular/unpopular thing at various times, so I can only assume that it is similarly popular/unpopular worldwide. There are these things called…babies.
(Google it yourself if you don't believe me)
Women appear to have an interest in these things called babies. There is also this thing called menopause that women go through. You may also need to Google this one. That’s IT! Finito!!! You now know all you need to know/all there is to know about women. That makes “the woman”…and everything else about her…unique. Specific to her and her alone.
Now all you gotta do is figure out what all that shit is. Just keep in mind that she is always learning and growing while you are simultaneously trying to learn all of the existing shit about her. Some choices on your part to be made there. Might wanna be mindful. Just sayin’.
Have fun 🙂
^Blur (The Best Of) – Girls and Boys^
Speaking of Twitter…there was also a pic that came up somewhere, that showed some woman jumping up and down at a sporting event of some kind, and I guess she wasn’t wearing a bra, and someone was lucky enough to capture some photos of her underboob. I ain’t looking that one up…
(ba da ching)
but it did get me to thinking a bit, and not just about boobs at various angles and/or various states of motion. I mean yeah…breasts and the woman they are attached to is interesting, but there were/are a number of creepy aspects to consider. I can think of a lot of wheels turning that made these particular photos possible, but it makes me feel creepy to think about them, even tho many of these thoughts would prolly be considered by others as being pretty straightforward … tame … even.
EX: This person specifically requesting/hiring a photographer to take pics of her at this event, they sell any interesting photos to interested parties, split the money.
Gotta keep in mind tho, I’m wondering how in the fuck these pics wound up in a publication of any kind. Lotta angles to suddenly consider. Lotta players too.
^Pulp – Common People^
Q: If “pressure within the head” is of utmost importance during times of trauma, why would it not be important all of the time?
A: ¿?¿
We have many membranes within our bodies. Prolly goes without saying that pressure might be important. But what if pressure cannot change according to “standards?” Take an asthmatic, for example. Now take that asthmatic, and put them on a ventilator. The lungs do more than merely inflate. They even do more than just inflate/deflate. Not that I would know.
I mean, if “asthma” is unique enough of a condition to separate it from standard operating procedure, then why wouldn’t the entirety of the individual that has this condition also be unique? Just thinking that many of these standards have become so standard that they are in fact, non-standard. The application portion contextually within the dynamics of changing environment is going to make people’s head swim when they start thinking about it like that. Is it any wonder why the concept of change is so scary? Especially when and if YOU are changing, and no one else is.
Now yer gonna wanna grab onto something, and if something isn’t there to grab onto, yer gonna wanna create something to grab onto yourself. Lot’s to think about there.
^Happy Mondays – Wrote For Luck (Official Music Video)^
What really got me to thinking about writing, was tomorrow. I mean, this was yesterday that I was thinking about writing tomorrow, so yesterday’s thinking would have been about two days from yesterday, which is tomorrow today.
Tomorrow today is August 8th…my dad’s birthday. But I think that HIS dad’s birthday was on August 7th or 9th, and dad’s MOM’s birthday was either August 7th or 9th…I can’t remember. But they were all born within 3 days of each other in different years. I think my dad’s only sister may have been in there somewhere as well, or maybe she was nearer my older sister’s birthday. Can’t recall. I just know that a lot of birthdays within my family fall weird. Lotta weird death-days in there as well.
EX: My paternal grandfather died on November 13, and was buried two days later on my birthday…November 15th.
😦
Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE forgot my birthday that year. I have no idea why tho. Musta been something else going on or something.
^PEDRO INFANTE – QUIEN SERA (HD)^
What pushed me over the edge and got me to actually sitting down and writing tho, was a song. Someone pass along that Happy Mondays song…and I was like…
HOLY SHIT!!! THE HAPPY MONDAYS!!!
I had forgotten about them. Not that there isn’t tons of shit that I’ve forgotten about. But why would I actively remember something that falls under the banner of something that was no longer important? Music…in this instance. Especially something that could be considered arcane or fleeting under this banner…The Happy Mondays…for example.
Oh…they are called “Happy Mondays”…and not…”The Happy Mondays”.
Lots of bands have struggled with that “The” concept/addition with respect to band names/naming…but I digress.
So yeah…Happy Mondays broke up in 1993…so yeah…kinda fleeting.
^Halie Loren – Sway / Quien sera^
Today is now 8-8. I got sidetracked and stopped writing yesterday. Did some quick Twitter breezing, as there were 36 unread Tweets, and it seems…Google is in the news.
Q: If you give a certain concept a name, does that validate the concept?
A: ???
I ain’t gonna look up this Google story, but it appears that someone got canned by Google.
Seeing as how I was just pondering corporate and corporations right before bed, that gets me to thinking about “guilt” and “guilt-free”…and how these concepts relate to life/a life.
Oh...and HBD Pop.
^¿Quién será?^
Q: If your first reaction/response to an event is “What in the FUCK was that?!?!?” or “No fucking WAY that just happened!!!” or “I can’t BELIEVE that just happened!!!” or something similar, why would that original concept/thought ever change?
A: ? Show ¿ Can ? Awe ¿
Yeah…Shock And Awe, sho’ can awe. So can show.
I think a lot about pretexts and conceptions as it relates to control and controlled, and also with respect to things that are controllable/uncontrollable. Dogs…are a great example. Especially as it relates to the concept of “pet/a pet”…and certainly when cats are thrown into this mix. Lots of assumptions have already been made about cats and/or dogs and their “owners” and the hows and whys as to who chooses what and when.
Q: How many animals are born with the ability to speak, read, write and understand the same language you speak?
A: (hang on to your hats here)
Q: If mathematics is “The Universal Language”…then how come so few people speak it?
A: (?)
Q: What happened to love?
A: (¿)
I would have thought that communication would be “The Universal Language”. Or at least the base/a base for it. Is it what you have to say, or your desire to say it that makes communication important? Or is it, actually saying it/actually communicating it? Or all of the above? Prolly a lot more to consider there. Just sayin’.
😉
^REZZ x Kotek – Ascension^
X: Maybe you should take a break.
Cade: Prolly. I’m kinda lost.
X: Hadn’t noticed.
Cade: Whatever it is, it’s suddenly buzzing around in there somewhere.
X: Can’t grab it tho.
Cade: I wonder sometimes if I’m actually trying to grab it tho. Most of the time, I don’t feel that its something I need to “grasp.” Too much…”now what” that goes along with it.
T: You think that would be any different if your station in life was different?
Cade: Why entertain such thoughts tho? If I’m supposed to be somewhere, that’s where I’ll be.
Z: Took a minute to get here…didn’t it?
For the sake of anyone reading here…I just had quite the gap in thinking. Typically…these “convos” come out fast, and I just write them from top to bottom, never knowing who is gonna say what nor when. But between myself and “Z”, on that last exchange, there was about a one minute gap where I sat at my desk with the wind whistling through my ears. Almost like someone had something to say, but either didn’t know what to say and/or how to say it. Contemplating.
Cade: So…idleness and what that really is.
X: You’ve already jumped the shark. Good show.
Cade: lolz…I guess I did jump the shark there didn’t I? lolz
X: Anyway…
Z: Yeah…anyway…erm…this CFrank Davis dude has been talking about “idleness” lately.
Cade: I’ve not given it much thought since that’s kinda where I operate all the time.
B: Meaning what exactly?
Cade: Meaning, I think a lot.
A: Ain’t no work being done when you ain’t doing nothing but thinking…is that it?
Cade: WOAH!!! Look at who has developed a saucy attitude and/or approach all of a sudden like!!!
A: Thought I’d give it a whirl.
Cade: Nicely done. Well played. ❤
A: 🙂
X: I wanna talk about nothing.
0: Me too.
Cade: rofl…welp…let’s on with it then.
X: Why do you think we ask you so many questions?
Cade: The best way for me to find my own answers is not via my own questions.
X: And why do you think that would be?
Cade: Welp…I fear much of that which much of society seems to deem as mystical.
Z: Gotten any…help…in that regard recently?
Cade: Yep. Mentioned getting some help in those areas to someone else just recently.
T: Anyone in particular?
Cade: Funny that YOU would mention it. 😉
T: Why do you think the thought of some “Egyptian God” would be so traumatising to you personally.
Cade: Mainly, because I was told/taught that it should be traumatizing.
X: Lotta nested thoughts about trauma there as it relates to thinking.
Cade: …
Z: That’s not what you were just thinking.
Cade: No. But I cannot organize every single thought into something tangible, and certainly not on cue or command.
Z: And why is that?
Cade: It doesn’t allow me to custom tailor that response to whoever is asking.
X: Now if anything in this universe ever sounded non-committal and wishy-washy, that previous statement would be right in and amongst such sounds.
Cade: Details only require the slightest bit of attention in order to understand just how important they are.
C: Like a woman’s teeth…or her nose?
Cade: Or whatever.
0: What about Osiris? You never mention him much.
Cade: I’m learning. But I can never really know these entities as individuals, until and unless I can.
X: That’s a tall order.
Cade: /me shrugs
0: You really need to work on that story. Lotta interest being shown for “The Seven Sisters” here and there recently.
Cade: I know. I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit. Just…wanting to represent them correctly/accurately in the story.
X: Not possible.
Cade: Welp…you got that shit right. But I’m gonna try.
B: Maybe you shoulda mentioned more details in the first part of the story.
Cade: And you wonder why I’m having trouble writing this shit?
Z: Not really.
B: 😀
Cade: lolz
Z: 😉
B: 🙂
0: …
^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^
If you target a certain area, for the sake of the whole, all while foresaking the whole for the sake of this target area, is it really any wonder that you spend so much time disappointed? The belly/belly-fat…for example. Or cellulite on the legs. That belly is connected to you, and so are those luscious legs of yours. There will be affects in other areas when you make changes. Prolly why certain people are classified as “being addicted” when it comes to getting tattoos or piercings. There’s a symmetry to the body, which means there is a symmetry to the self, and everything else.
There’s a scalar kind of vibe to that thinking with respect to balance. Now, all we need is time. If you work on your belly, then your legs, neck and shoulders are gonna know about it. If you work on your legs, your back is gonna know about it. Prolly why meditation, Yoga and Tai Chi are so popular in certain parts of the world, and why these things are so attractive to other parts of the world that don’t have these things.
Q: Do you REALLY need to do Tai Chi for 3 hours each day in order to be able to sit at a desk and type for 8 hours each day?
A: Only you can answer this.
^ZZ TOP – Got Me Under Pressure^
Even if you find an answer for yourself, I’m still not sure what in the flying fuck that has to do with me. Your answer for you is not applicable to me, unless it is. I wonder if I have any say in this process?
I haven’t done didn’t do much today yesterday, Dear Reader. Dug a rabbit hole on Mars in the ‘so below’ of Red Frank’s latest over at MEROVEE…
*That thread got long and pointlessly pointy, Clicky… Fun afternoon though…*
*Heh… ‘cos play’s the thing, Clicky…*
… Listened to some TED Talks…
*I guess it does look a bit bearish, Clicky…*
…And a new missive from Cade has just arrived, so I’m off to read and format that… I may be sum time…
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I have decided to write a bit this morning….I hope you don’t mind.
I have decided to be extra-mindful of my writing/textual expressiveness…I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you don't mind...I hope you don't mind.
^Lead Into Gold – A Giant On Earth^
HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA “THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE”!!!
TWO…EVEN!!!
Q1: Cade, do you mind?
A1: …not really.
Q2: Cade, what set you off to writing this morning?
A2: One word…but I’m not gonna tell you what that word is just yet.
Welp…reading…I guess is what really “set me off”…if you wanna get technical. But since we, as humans, tend to have this capacity and/or need for redux, is it really any wonder that one single word, nested within several thousand words can set us off? Rev our motors? Send us packing? Dizzy our head(s)?
Don’t think so?
Let’s experiment…gender-neutral.
I guess that could be considered dirty pool since:
A) it’s two words denoting a single concept, and
B) it’s very current, new-ish, news-ish, popular, trendy.
So let’s change it up a bit…lartuen-redneg.
How’s that? Better?
^Ministry – Stigmata (Psychopomps Remix)^
NO…. FUCKING…. WAY!!!
Yet another question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what exactly is…The Whatever However Hotline?
A: Welp…let’s be straightforward here…TWHH is communications via alternate means. Think of it like a Déjà Vu that is packaged differently, and this differently packaged package has different atomic spin. It travels along the same pathway(s) as a deja-vu, but has it’s own ringtone…if you will. Let’s call it…A Déjà-Boo…or Déjà Bʊ, for continuity.
^Simian Mobile Disco – I Believe (SMD Space Dub) HQ^
So … this one word … that grabbed me … shook me … made my head spin … made my eyes roll … made my fingers start dancing around on this keyboard in some white-boy boogie type of crazy-legged dance?
Ready?
Here it is->Progressives.
That should narrow its source down…
…considering that I don’t read very many websites/blogs, and that short list of mine has gotten even shorter as of late. If you wanna track down the source, knock yerself out. I’m gonna Google, Bing, Yahoo and Dogpile real quick while you do whatever it is that you personally decide to do…
I’m gonna stop right there…because Yahoo gave me some results that aren’t some goddamn insurance agency own website(s) and every fucking social media portal that they have invaded.
I mean…no…I really didn’t want to go there on this fine Saturday morning…but yeah…I really wanted to go there on this fine Saturday morning.
Speaking of which…it’s currently 08:56AM…and there are several helicopters flying low overhead for some reason. Good thing I didn’t want to sleep-in this morning, eh? Lemme go outside and see whazzup…
Went outside…siren going off in the direction towards the end of my street…I can only assume that another high-speed cop chase ended at the end of the street on which I currently reside. What a world.
😐
^P.diddy ft christina – Tell me (switch remix)^
For the sake of liberty and freedom, I used my freedom and took the liberty of taking the sub-categories and reclassifying them into one big supergroup of subgroups of “political ideologies”…since “political ideologies” is too … restrictive … too limiting … too…erm…political.
I spent almost two minutes of my time taking that screenshot and editing it in MS Paint, and it prolly took like another 30 seconds or so to host it on my own blog. God only knows how long it has taken me to think and write about it here…we could be close to double-digits in minutes-spent.
Oh the humanity.
I’d like to think that it took only a second or two for me to arrive at the conclusion that all political groups are idiots. But I’m gonna be 50 years old in a little over 3 months. So I guess it would be kinda foolish for me to try and explain every single life experience over that amount of time that has made me a hater of almost any and all politically motivated groups of any and all kinds/unkinds.
Once the individual abandons their individuality for the sake of a herd, that individual ceases to exist within the context and confines of that heard. Prolly why concepts like Solidarność are so fleeting. They are energy and energies manifested in a tide that is pitted against a wall or some other fixed barrier. If you aren’t prepared to bail on this movement every step of the way…this movement will fail.
I mean…it’s gonna fail at some point, whether that be pre or post any success and/or successes. But that’s kinda why I feel that Big Ben in London should be disassembled and reassembled instead of propped up. I prolly feel differently about The Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s a different animal entirely…ain’t it?
^Simian Mobile Disco – 10000 Horses Can’t Be Wrong^
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
^Chopin – Funeral March (Scrolling)^
After all this time, I finally broke down and looked up one of the creators of some of the images I use…Bees And Bombs.
It seems that he is a PhD of some kind, so I now hate his guts and will no longer use his images in any of my posts and/or writings of ANY kind. All this time, and I had no idea that this elitist fuck was…was…was…AN ELITIST FUCK!!!
FUCK!!!
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK!!!
I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.
I digress.
/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
^Melanie Martinez – Mad Hatter^
Does it piss you off?
Yeah…that grouping that I did above…does it piss you off?
Think I am somehow including myself out, or on the outside looking in?
Welp…you would be quasi-correct. The only problem is, that these groups include me in to include me out…so…yeah…I find myself wherever it is that I find myself. And being that I am, who I am, and I am where I am, the only reason that someone would suddenly want to include me…welp…I would have to seriously question their motives in doing so. I’m not some bottle of wine. Maybe a bottle of whine, but I digress.
Yeah…I cannot see any group including me even tho there are many that I personally identify with. But what really gives me the shakes? What causes me dismay and makes me nervous? Finding myself within a separatist group that I identify with wholly. Contextually, that nesting has to go way up, way down, and hit all points inbetween.
But I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin…so…whatever. I just don’t consider these facts as ringing endorsements for human groups and grouping. Prolly why “The Tower of Babel” makes so much sense from a practicality standpoint. I mean yeah…Babel makes no sense…but that’s kinda the point. Does that make sense?
^”deadmau5 – For Lack of a Better Name” Album Review^
I dunno. The “blood out” types of revolution seem to have failed so many, somiserably, I simply cannot see how this continued thinking can serve. Maybe self-serve, but that’s the problem with spilling blood, eh?
Not that I think some “blood in” revolution is going to fix anything either. Certainly not some organized one. It negates the very individual and individuals it is meant to serve. I personally believe that there is a God…gods…even. But I ain’t in any hurry to meet any of these motherfuckers. There HAS to be a better way. I think I’ve found that way…but I ain’t saying what it is.
^Deadmau5 – Lack of a Better Name (1080p) || HD^
I’m hungry. Anyone else hungry? Whatshername has a wedding today, so she’s gone all day. Her and her cousin have been planning/working on this wedding for several months I guess, and they’ve been doing something all week long…the wedding is today. I have no idea when, I just know that I was not invited…so…meh…no free food and/or free booze.
😦
Her cousin has 10 kids, and I think that this particular one that is getting married today is like the 4th or 5th in age. He’s a cool kid tho, kinda weird amongst the weirdos, cause all of them are weird, but yeah…this one is kinda extra-weird.
That kinda gets me to thinking about marriage tho. I personally have no regrets. None that I can cast off the entirety of the concept of marriage itself, and certainly not even my own marriage which ended in divorce. Weird how that works, eh? I wish them well.
/shrug
^Goldfrapp – Little Bird [Animal Collective Remix]^
G: Bamboozleswaggled, eh?
Cade: lolz…yeah. You like that one?
G: Not really. Upon hearing that word…I was forced to drop by and make sure there was no bamboozleswagglin’ actually goin’ on down here.
Cade: And?
0:
G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?
Cade: Oh shit.
Z: Oh shit is right.
A: Agree.
X: Yer mine now tough guy.
Cade: Wait wait wait…wait a moment here. You had me from the onset as the protagonist and/or instagator…so…what’s this all about?
X: Woah thar Mistar Big-Britches…let’s not get the cart before the trailer-hitch.
Cade: Isn’t that where the horse goes?
X: What if there is more than one horse?
Cade: Isn’t that where the horses go?
T: An English lesson…go got served one.
Cade: Fat lotta good that will do.
X: Turn that Chopin Funeral March tune off…we need a different one for below.
Cade: K.
X: …
^Ravel – Bolero (Scrolling Score)^
Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.
Trump. Trump did this. Trump did this? Is it any wonder that virtually anyone and everyone is looked upon as some kind of dictator and/or tyrant when written about within “The Media”?
There are no “new levels”…just…levels and leveling.
You’re unique tho…so…don’t let the lack of new infrastructure bother you too much.
😉
^koyaanisqatsi – Vessels^
I wonder sometimes what goes through RooBeeDoo/Roob’s mind when I send her these things. What she thinks about when she edits them. Why she chooses what she chooses with respect to any formatting. Why she adds whatever she adds in her “top and tail” portions of these things. But in truth, I don’t think about it much…or at least, I try not to. I also don’t want to know. We are two people separated by miles and miles, oceans of both land and sea, a shitload of borders and bridges, and a timezone or six also divides us.
So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?
Not much.
You can’t even go into a National Park or State Park and setup a tent and camp anymore. You gotta do this in certain areas, and that in other areas, and the other stuff in approved areas on approved days and dates…I don’t think I like that very much. I would imagine that any state-owned properties not only belongs to the citizenry, but that the citizenry can go there any time they damn well please.
When you speed up the life process, you speed up the death process AND slow it down…and when you slow down the life process, you slow down the death process AND speed it up. That’ll bring us to conception. Yeah…life is…erm…you know what…fuck this….no way in hell I’m gonna tangle with this.
I’m thinking that New Orleans might be a good choice. That’s where I’m currently leaning anyway. Maybe I could get me a job on a barge or a ferry or a fishing boat of some kind. I wonder if I started in/around New Orleans, then worked my way east, if I would make it all the way to Florida before finding a job. I mean, assuming there is a job to be found.
I was just contemplating how much shoreline I would have to cover before someone might hire me, and if not, what in the fuck I would do once getting to Florida? Welp…if I continued around the horn of Florida, I’d eventually wind up headed back towards the Carolinas. That would put me on a path to New York City, which is where I always wanted to go anyway.
😐
^Tears For Fears – My Girls (Animal Collective Cover)^
*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*
*That was very early hours of the day before, Clicky… But yeah!*
In the early hours of Monday morning, after spending Sunday evening watching ‘The Mummy’ (spoilers – SetTheories), and ‘Deadpool’ again because… Well, Thoughtful Man and I just love that film…
… I checked into Twitter DMs to find Leggy and Cade had shared some links with Poppy Sweet Pea and me…
help yourselves, red makes you high and blue makes you horny. tom and derek are in the hot tub out back… pic.twitter.com/iWzM3H2sVO
So…what’s all this about, you might ask. Welp…it’s about systems that exist outside systems that classify both. I got to watching a documentary about Mound Builders within The United States/North America, and just how desperately some interests in the 19th Century strove to connect those Mound Builders to the Toltecs and Aztecs.
Q: Why would a connection to present residents be avoided, in favor of a connection to extinct societies?
A: Safety in numbers? Even when those numbers are...zero?
That’s just a guess.
^Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius – The Chicken Dance^
Oh…and also, Roob pointed out that Rose was on a rampage over @ CFrank Davis’ blog.
So, I being me, went and read what Rose had written about on this textual rampage of hers. I was particularly interested to see if it connected in any way, shape or form to the bullshit I’ve been pondering over the last few days…it didn’t.
BINGO!!!
DIRECT HIT!!!
OR MISS!!!
OR WHATEVER!!!
Connection via disconnect…
or something
Weird how that works, eh? But yeah, Pellagra got me to thinking about corn and corn meal that is used in dog food. That NOW has me thinking about fish food/fish meal like the shit they are feeding Bluefin Tuna in the tuna farms in The Mediterranean. THAT got me to thinking about travel and spin, which got me to thinking about farms and farming, and especially as that relates to modern/industrialized farming.
Q: What is the difference between modern farming in 6,000 BC and modern farming in 2017CE?
A: Is the answer...nothing?
We have more connections to dirt(s) and soil(s) than we prolly give credit for. Prolly why some pregnant women would crave dirt when pregnant. My granny used to specify “cellar dirt”…it had to be cellar dirt.
Yeah…I can nitpick this shit to death. But the concept of someone building something for someone from nothing, that costs nothing and does nothing is kinda right up my alley (no pun intended-ish).
I gotta give some props tho. At least people are trying. Not that I see any issues with Marxist types of thinking as it relates to polar opposites or anything. I mean, do you really understand your own line of thinking via both sides of polar thinking? Because if you do, you are prolly something else entirely, and not one or the other.
These concepts that we base our lives on were so fucking fleeting, that they pretty much only existed in theory at the point of their creation, and that’s the best that they could or will ever be. There’s a freedom in that thought tho. A freedom to grow and change. Maybe that’s why the gods were always a little more patient than we give them credit for in the mythology that surrounds them.
That mythology is a redux…right? Lots of things omitted for time and space constraints?
There's a poetry to that thought
^Earthship Underground House Tour- Sustainable and Net Zero Living…^
I guess I don’t see how legislation can ever get better if it omits the very people that it is intended to serve. That puts a hell of a strain on the executive and judicial branches irrespective of the type or types of government that utilize these streams.
There’s been some mentions of The Roman Empire here and there, and how this empire never really crumbled or went away. But the Roman Empire was built on something. The nations and empires that Rome conquered were built on something. I get the feeling that rigid and rigidity were not concepts used no matter how long its constituents touted that these empires would last. To me, that’s signal number one as to the battle between rigid rigidity, and fluid rigidity, especially as rigidity pertains to fluidity.
What do I mean by that?
Welp…ever been hit by a wall of water? No?
Ever belly-flopped into a swimming pool or some other body of water? No?
Ever bumped into someone else? Maybe?
It’s still a body of water. So…in my thinking anyway…Non-Newtonian Fluid(s) takes on a whole new meaning there. Especially as that relates to “the body” along some more mystical lines. Fountain of Youth, water of life, etc.. Lotta energy and energies at work there holding a lot of shit together and keeping other things apart in doing so. I think even that Yahweh-Yoyo mentioned something about dividing the this from the that…but I can’t remember where I read that.
😉
^deadmau5 – Rio (2017 Edit) [Unreleased]^
I got to talking to Roob a bit about my immediate thoughts on this Pellagra comment of Rose’s at Frank’s blog, and especially my thoughts as Pellagra relates to Morgellons.
Cade: Yeah. Pellagra. Sounds way familiar. Poor man’s Leprosy.
RooBeeDoo: But curable 😉
Thinking about her statement now, I must wonder…
"yeah...but how many times and/or how often is it curable?"
What really buzzed my head was this thought about Polio and it’s cure. Smallpox and it’s cure. The common-cold and it’s remedies. Shit like that. How long is something considered cured until it is so irrelevant that it is forgotten about completely?
Anthrax is prolly gonna be our best friend along these lines of thinking since Anthrax can sit in the soil for God only knows how long. And yes, I am thinking more along the lines of “untreated soil” here, meaning that nothing is done to soil to attempt to rid that soil of Anthrax and/or the conditions that favor or produce it. Completely eradicate Anthrax on Earth/Terra, and suddenly certain sectors of your bio-weapons divisions are unemployed and the revenue streams they produced are gone. So the question gets kinda simple here for a second, and it pretty much goes straight to but one point…
Q: God…what in the fuck do you want with me?
A: ???
I ain’t even gonna attempt an answer there, and feel like an idiot for even thinking about that question.
^Eisenfunk – Pong^
The concept of forgetting has been on my mind, but I keep forgetting to bring it up. Especially as this relates to intelligence, and more specifically, Artificial Intelligence. But just this week, there was some news story about some group having to shut down the AI section of it’s whatever for whatever reason(s).
"Hey kid!!! I don't likes the ways you is behavin'!!! You gets a time-out!!!"
Can you imagine how painful wrestling with the construct of forgetting would be? And yeah, I’m talking more from The Creator standpoint along the lines of “The Original Article” and the original concept itself. Prolly why I was so hateful in chastising a programmer who would not condescend to counting to ten for the first time for and/or with any of these “A.I.” creations of theirs. If you don’t love, what in the FUCK are you doing this for?
Anyway, Vertigo and Alzheimer’s are on the agenda, and there are going to be some tie-ins to regret going on there. Even a power plant has breakers and/or circuits that are designed to fail in the event of an overload. I wonder if part of the fault lay in the ability for these circuits to be replaced and breakers reset?
Meh…anyway…yeah…I can imagine that imagining what it is to forget would be a damn rough concept to tangle with from a creative construct standpoint. I can see quite the tango going on there with sanity/insanity/salvation and regret/compunction/empathy. Include some time in there and those constructs don’t seem quite so scary…and at the same time…yeah…much scarier.
^Boy 8 Bit – Fogbank (Jack Beats Remix)^
Oh well…opportunity missed.
Live and learn I guess.
Better luck next time.
Whatever.
^Lady Sovereign – Jigsaw [Remix] Jack Beats^
Someone made reference to a mention that someone had talked about a certain part of a concept that was mentioned recently somewhere else, they then passed the whatever along to me.
There’s prolly gonna be certain standards that are setup as bait. Disbelievers who don’t necessarily want to believe…they want to see. So yeah…bait. I’m thinking along the lines of “sacred symbols” and “ancient hidden whatever” and shit like that, but it’s also not quite that simple.
I mean yeah, it’s JUST that simple, but there’s more to it as well. Many shapes and forms that are being duplicated/copied or whatever, for whatever reason(s), some under the guise and guises of knowing, and some not so much. What am I rambling about? OK…think of it like this…
Now…if you wanna use a star shape on some new company and/or product of yours, I would recommend that using the above, even as a model, is prolly not in your best interests. Anything remotely close to that is prolly going to get a legal challenge at some point or points…(ba da ching)…and this legal challenge will come when it is most advantageous and financially viable, for them, to pursue this legal action.
O/T: Anyone else notice that there are three stars there and not one? Which makes four stars really and not three nor one...but...yeah or whatever.
^Rone – Bye Bye Macadam (Official Video)^
Prolly gonna be some bits on founding and foundations here, especially as that relates to the inability of an individual to create their own foundation for their own house/home because of the foundation(s) of another or others.
To relate…if “so-and-so” is “Mr./Mrs. Whoever” in documentation(s) and/or any sort of official communication(s)…but is known around the office as “Douchebag McFuckface”…there’s a problem there. Unless of course your own organization allows and promotes employees to makeup monikers for each other…calling your President/CEO “Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” to their face….for example. But even that doesn’t make it OK…does it? Well…ya gotta get kinda international with your interpretation of slang there. I mean, thinking about it now…”Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” in The UK kinda translates to “GF w/Perks McCigaretteWeirdo”…or thereabouts.
/shrug
^”DIAMONDS” by XORDOX^
Back on the AI business, there are going to be conservative types (even if those conservatives are liberals in certain aspects) that are going to agree with my child-like approach to creation(s)/creating(s) of this type, and are going to make parent/child connections with respect to the care-levels. But I would caution there. If you start getting all hateful and snotty under the premise of what good parenting is, I’m just gonna reference some trends and trending that you prolly aren’t going to like.
This ain’t about stats…it’s about relationships and relating, and not just/only with relatives. It’s about being nice and being thoughtful. Not all the time…but yeah…all the time. But that’s your choice, not mine. I only work here.
^To Scale: The Solar System^
X: Can you really not remember where you read about this “Yahweh-YoYo”?
X: What exactly does that have to do with anything?
Cade: I dunno what it has to do with anything. But I have some ideas as to what it has to do with everything.
X: Sacred Geometry, eh?
Cade: I guess so. Just makes these “extinction level events” that are so goddamn popular within the scientific vernacular make more sense.
Z: You sure about that?
Cade: Well…yeah…to be honest…it does.
X: How exactly?
Cade: Time.
X: …
^MISSIO – Middle Fingers^
Coupla documentaries here that are pretty damn interesting. The documentary on Jules Verne was more like a 1+ hour commercial for Freemasons and their ideology than it was a documentary about Jules Verne, but it was still interesting. I think I’ve tried to watch the one on Celtic Crosses quite a few times now, but have yet to get through it. I’m currently 36 minutes in, and it’s 2 hours long…
kinda like my penis
^Extraordinary Voyages of Jules Verne: An Odyssey from the Sea to the Air, From the Earth to the Moon^
^The Cross of Thoth – Conspiracy Behind the Cross – Revelation about Forbidden Knowledge – WATCH NOW!^
BOO: When am I going to die?
CADE: Tomorrow.
BOO: Really?
CADE: Yes.
BOO: OK…well…if I’m not dead tomorrow, I’m gonna find you, and we’re gonna have some words.
CADE: Fair enough, but that won’t change my answer.
^Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles^
Just thinking about the concept of creating competence via incompetence. All that flip-flopping circular logic isn’t nearly as appealing when specificity starts getting specific. Especially as these specificities relate personally, and especially especially as the specificities relate personally via our actions past, present and future.
As a creator, going to be lots of hypocritical types of thinking there as it relates to self-evaluation. When you start thinking about associations and associating…things are going to get all kinds of wack. Especially as you create edifices that are specifically designed to fail, and going to be all kinds of additional thoughts to think about with respect to the hows and whys. In the financial markets, a company designed and created to fail in order to boost profits in a “competitor” which you also own…welp…it ain’t going to affect just and only that end/those ends. Gonna be a lot of ends and ending going on prior to the money shot.
^MYNC Project – Something On Your Mind (Switch Remix)^
So yeah…you create a computer/computer system specifically designed to tell you where the remaining Wonka Golden Ticket is located, then you get pissed off when this system refuses to deliver. I’d say that a rampage is in order.
Have fun
^Simian Mobile Disco – Sleep Deprivation^
If you aren’t giving consideration to existing systems, you’re doing it wrong. Associated systems are just that…even if you specifically disassociate you and your efforts from certain systems. Now you’ve compounded your problem by including it for exclusion. So yeah…loops and loopholes.
It’s like crushing a flower just because you can. Knowing that you can crush this flower, all you have to do is decide what you are going to do and how. That leaves only actually doing it. Been thinking about this a lot lately with respect to Jesus’s/Yeshua’s assertion that if you commit murder in your heart, you’ve committed murder. I understand the concept, but I think there is more about leaving judgement in the hands of the judge in that case, as it relates to the individual. “Murder” is a pretty broad topic considering how narrow the concept itself is.
But who in the fuck wants to sit around and ponder the concept of murder all the time? Ain’t choo got nothing better to do?
Q: Now what?
A: Oh yeah...we had us a flower to crush. Or were we still deciding on whether or not to crush it?
^Dr. John – Right Place Wrong Time^
If the attitudes, modes and methods for “dealing with mental health issues” do not themselves change quickly and radically…welp…there’s a fuckton of irony going on there ain’t there? Same can be said for injury and illness. Lotta wildly varying opinions about time and times all of a sudden like, eh?
The first seed plant—the group that includes flowering plants and cone-bearing ones—likely emerged about 320 million years ago, when there were diverse animals on land and at sea, but not yet dinosaurs, mammals or birds.
The oldest-known fossils of flowering plants date from about 140 million years ago—during the age of the dinosaurs which went extinct some 66 million years ago.
Since then, the first flower has evolved into at least 300,0000 species that include almost all plant types used by people for food, medicine and other purposes, said the research team.
Flowering plants represent about 90 percent of all plants on Earth.
I dunno about you, Dear Reader, but after that I’m feeling kinda zen…
black (adj.)Old English blæc “absolutely dark, absorbing all light, the color of soot or coal,” from Proto-Germanic *blakaz “burned” (source also of Old Norse blakkr“dark,” Old High German blah “black,” Swedish bläck “ink,” Dutch blaken “to burn”), from PIE *bhleg- “to burn, gleam, shine, flash” (source also of Greek phlegein “to burn, scorch,” Latin flagrare “to blaze, glow, burn”), from root *bhel- (1) “to shine, flash, burn.”
white (adj.)Old English hwit “bright, radiant; clear, fair,” also as a noun (see separate entry), from Proto-Germanic *hwitaz (source also of Old Saxon and Old Frisian hwit, Old Norse hvitr, Dutch wit, Old High German hwiz, German weiß, Gothic hveits), from PIE *kweid-o-, suffixed form of root *kweit- “white; to shine” (source also of Sanskrit svetah “white;” Old Church Slavonic sviteti “to shine,” svetu “light;” Lithuanian šviesti “to shine,” svaityti “to brighten”).
The gameReversi was invented in 1883 by either of two Englishmen (each claiming the other a fraud), Lewis Waterman or John W. Mollett (or perhaps earlier by someone else entirely), and gained considerable popularity in England at the end of the nineteenth century. The game’s first reliable mention is in the August twenty-first 1886 edition of The Saturday Review. Later mention includes an 1895 article in The New York Times: “Reversi is something like Go Bang, and is played with 64 pieces.”
In 1893, the German games publisher Ravensburger started producing the game as one of its first titles. Two 18th-century continental European books dealing with a game that may or may not be Reversi are mentioned on page fourteen of the Spring 1989 Othello Quarterly, and there has been speculation, so far without documentation, that the game has older origins.
Let’s go back a bit… to Friday and a DM conversation with Cade about Washington DC…
*I was thinking of his “how many apples” example…”
*Orange (c/o Stephen King via Dick Halloran) is the smell of Shining, Clicky…*
*Clicky, Orange wasn’t used as a colour name until the 1540s…/looks smug…*
*/squints… The end of the world as we know it?*
*You wanna go? Oh okay… /rolls eyes… I suppose it is getting late…*
Dear Reader, this post is far too long without even being close to being finished. I haven’t touched on Leggy’s one finger apple trick, demonstrated in Frank’s Smoky Drinky bar on Saturday night…
An ultrapowerful, superfast explosion in space is providing new insight into how dying stars turn into black holes.
An international team of researchers looked at a gamma-ray explosion called GRB 160625B that brightened the sky in June 2016. Gamma-ray bursts are among the most powerful explosions in the universe, but they are typically tough to track because they are very short-lived (sometimes lasting just a few milliseconds).
“Gamma-ray bursts are catastrophic events, related to the explosion of massive stars 50 times the size of our sun,” said Eleonora Troja, lead author of the new study and an assistant research scientist in astronomy at University of Maryland. “If you ranked all the explosions in the universe based on their power, gamma-ray bursts would be right behind the Big Bang.”
The Okie Devil shared the above article with me this evening. Only yesterday, Red Frank inMEROVEE included black and white holes in his latest post…
A new missive, now, from Cade, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoy exploring it as much as I enjoyed formatting it, and as much as Cade enjoyed writing it… Fuck it! Enjoy! ❤
*******
Hi & Howdy and all that normal shit.
Let’s get down to bidness.
The only way to do that?
Yeah...a song.
A motherfucking good song for you motherfuckers.
^Cee Lo Green – FUCK YOU^
Cade: Hi!
X: WOAH!!!
Cade: …<disappears in the confusion>…
X: Who the hell was THAT?!?!?
Z: Don’t know yet.
A: Didn’t get the opportunity to know.
0: Allow me. Anyone wanna assist?
T: I don’t think so.
B: I’ll help find him.
X: Him? So…you know who it is?
B: I know who it was. Who it IS …once we locate him again, that’s another story.
0: Work on that voice biggie.
X: Workin’ on it.
Cade: Howdy.
X: Oh…it’s you.
Cade: Yep. Thanks for the ride.
X: No problem.
0: I’m gonna disagree on merit seeing as we had to pick up the pieces, but that’s a conversation for another time.
T: I think I’d be willing to join in on that one.
Cade: Thanks.
T: np.
Cade: And thanks for finding me.
B: I found you first.
T: Did not.
B: Did too.
T: Did not.
Cade: Does it matter?
B: Maybe.
T: Agreed.
Cade: Do I need to be here for this?
X: Maybe.
Z: Agreed.
A: Concur.
0: Decidedly undecided <yawn>
Cade: <le yikes>
X: What are you going on about?
Cade: I have no idea. Just taking it as it comes.
X: Been kinda…weird, over the last few days has it?
Cade: Just a shade.
X: Shade is always good in the summertime in Texas.
Cade: Thanks for the rain…it was marvelous.
X: Any…special requests?
T: Just because he made them, doesn’t mean he’ll get them.
Cade: They weren’t for me.
B: Doesn’t matter.
Cade: I can see that.
G: BUT!!! Does that matter?
Cade: Obviously not…but yeah…obviously so.
Z: Now…how exactly can that be?
Cade: It isn’t. Not yet anyway.
A: So…it’ll land somewhere?
Cade: Sure. It came to me, I augmented it, sent it back, so why wouldn’t it land somewhere?
X: So…where we have arrived at is…
Cade: The concept of “something from nothing”.
C: And you would like to augment that with…
Cade: Something from nothing is really something from somewhere.
X: Does it matter from where?
Cade: Sometimes.
A: But you aren’t fond of that principle’s rigid enforcement?
Cade: If it was a question then, and is a question now, why wouldn’t it always be a question.
X: There’s nothing new…it’s just new to you. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Sorta.
0: Who does that tend to…highlight.
Cade: Whoever is asking the question.
X: Good show.
Cade: Thanks. Every ride is different.
Z: Similar is not always equal to same?
Cade: They’re just basic principles. Not even that really. They’re already rigid, and a fuzzy layer on top of that is just as rigid as anything else.
X: So…focus?
Cade: Sure. But what about need?
B: Maybe that’ll help a bit in determining what is need and what is want.
Cade: It helps me. But I still cannot answer a question that I am not asked.
X: Hmmm. I’ll see what I can do.
Cade: Not necessary, but whatever. Standing by.
X: …
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Gimme Back My Wig – Montreux 1982^
The wallpaper in “my” bathroom has roses on it. These roses all have eyeballs in them. It’s kinda funny to think about choosing a wallpaper like this for a bathroom, spending all the time and effort that hanging wallpaper requires, and then after some time of sitting on the can and looking at these painted roses, you notice that they are looking back at you while you are peeing and/or taking a dump.
^Lily Allen – Fuck You^
This reminded me of something someone told me when I was younger…
“If it is from the hand of man, there is deception in it.”
And why wouldn’t there be? Ever tried to paint a picture of a rose? Maybe this is why I sometimes hate museums and art galleries. These places are more about what is NOT there, than what IS there.
To relate…take the previous sentence. It contains two words that are textually accentuated…NOT, and IS. I sometimes struggle with this textual formatting, grammatical rules, and acceptable/unacceptable formatting standards… right down to socially fucking acceptable and morally motherfucking ethical means and methods of expression.
I have no problem at all with social graces when navigating your own socializing streams and ponds…but you’re on my ground now. I wonder if that courtesy is returned?
^Soundgarden – Big Dumb Sex [Studio Version]^
I’m really not an angry person. I’m not mad either. Not a rager.
I am WAY motherfucking past all those things.
I am a fully functioning, walking, talking ball of fury.
That’s why I’m almost always happy and abhor violence.
Maybe trying to placate rage and anger, luring it out into the open via some goofy channels, all so that you can slay these things, is part of the problem.
^Kelis – Milkshake^
Roob kinda mentioned something along these lines via some YouTube clips from a sitcom called Frasier. She mentioned that Niles, Frasier’s brother, is a Jungian, and Frasier is a Freudian.
I have no problem with these concepts tangling and being at odds with each other. But at some points, they have to shake hands. That’s where I live.
I find both types of thinking fascinating, but both omit people like me. It’s like the pyramids at Giza. There are three of them. The Trinity. There are three of them (plus or minus a few other players). Disagreement seems to be necessary most of the time.
What I don’t understand, is this…erm…”concept of compromise” we’ll call it. It’s defined by the Left and Right, but the fucks in the middle don’t get a voice in that choice. You fucks are under the impression that we in the middle want you assholes to kill each other so that we can win without firing a shot. Welp, that don’t sound too bad with respect to “no shots fired”…but that’s why I am, where I am in the first place.
I’m sick of your violence – the Left is just as violent and bloodthirsty as the Right. I can accept that, and I have accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that I am a product of both sides, therefore I have just as much potential as the rest of you fucks.
Just like everyone else.
Make yourself better.
Leave me the fuck alone.
^Fuck You-Sleeping With Sirens Cover (Punk Goes Pop)^
I re-watched the film, below, yesterday. I’ve seen it before, and it is a beautiful look at, and into, our world and worlds. But it really got me to thinking about privacy.
Me and Roob got to chatting a bit today about that concept, and something she mentioned about privacy recently really got my head to buzzing. Not to mention that weird ass-article that LegIron recently wrote about “the mark of the beast“. Not that I would ever expect any clarity out of that topic since it’s a fucking nightmare of a concept to ponder, but I’m really wondering about those “freedoms we take for granted”, that are only popular when someone is yelling at you about what an ungrateful little shit you are.
Anyway, lots of brief glimpses into some worlds within our world in the movie below. It’s quite a beautiful watch of a film. Especially when you consider that it was made 25 years ago.
^Baraka – 1992 [ Documentary ]^
More than 300 data reels, some from Apollo-Era missions, were discovered in a deceased Pennsylvania man’s basement, FOIA documents reveal.
Isn’t this an old story? I mean…yeah…we’re talking about old shit from the faked Apollo Moon landings being found in some dead dude’s basement…but like…old. The story is dated “Jul 18 2017, 1:18pm” and says that this shit was found back in December of 2015, but I seem to recall similar stories that are much older than that. Anyway, what kinda struck me was these pictures of this equipment and their “condition.”
Q: I wonder what condition they would be in at the bottom of some landfill?
A: a) worse, b) better, c) irrelevant, d) fill in the blank, e) all of the above.
Anyway, point being, the government has no money to expend on keeping shit like this, no matter how historical it may be considered. I mean, do you REALLY think, that someone at NASA in 1969 was thinking about the historical significance of Eugene Krantz’s ashtray in July of 1969? I mean yeah, someone prolly was…but that shit gets expensive over time. And real estate prices being what they are… Pfffft… We don’t have the space to dedicate 10 square feet to house someone’s ashtray in some display in some museum. Ironic…eh?
^Fuck This Shit I’m Out^
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.
Feel free to follow that rabbit hole as deep as you want. But just keep in mind that when you find the end, yeah, you’ll be there too, and may even be the only person there…so…whatever.
Just sayin'
And…thinking about it now…I think I’ve said this before. But…whatever. You fucks repeat yourselves. And some of your fucks repeat yourselves too. Those who repeat themselves are doomed to repeat it, or something like that. Lemme work on it and I’ll get back to ya.
^Why you asking all them questions (Song only No intro)^
While we are waiting to listen to the next song, that you may or may not be listening to…lets do something I normally don’t do. Wait…if I normally do something…does that normalize what I do?
That's a creepy thought, eh?
Especially when you make the loop from good to evil and back to good that leads right back to evil. Not implying that good normalizes evil or vice versa…that concept is already about as concrete as you can get.
That leaves only the verbs to define, as they apply to the nouns. I mean, as it applies to application. You get new eggs in, and expect them to absorb at the same rate as you.
Kinda...dicey...ain't it?
I mean, how many people that you consider as ‘wise’ do you have in your life? I’m not talking smart as much as wise. I can memorize the whole goddamn Bible, which might make me smart, but it doesn’t make me wise. Gotta get out and skin my knees a bit in order to turn those smarts into wisdom.
So…patience.
Or patients?
Or both?
When?
You got the time for that kind of trouble and troubles?
I do.
But that’s my problem…not yours.
^Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B. (Official)^
Southend United trio are doubts for Brighton friendly.
The headline/text to the link that I clicked on via a story about “Plonkers” read…
“Blues Trio are doubts for Brighton friendly”
Hmmm…two headlines for the price of one. Or maybe there is a distorted echo in here or something.
Bait and switch could be cited here.
Doubletalk as well.
But then, the banner at the bottom of the page instructing me to turn my adblocker off?
Q: Since when do you get to tell me how I choose to surf the web?
A: ???
So I guess we are all fucking over the topic of metrics and aggregation… So, penny pinching. Being frugal. Responsible accounting? Or being accountable?
Welp…what put you into a position to announce your intentions of “being responsible”? Irresponsibility? Is this how we deal with guilt? I mean, thinking about it in the terms that I am, with respect to shared responsibility, guilt and accountability, I’m all for it. Spread it thin and wide so it’s not quite so damn painful.
But it seems to me that the pain was already there, so you can spread it as wide as you want…mass is mass…right? Which is going to lead us right back to what got us into this mess in the first place because we are still thinking in the same mode and modalities via a different application and/or applications.
There are many paths, but only one certainty, and even that one single certainty is uncertain. I dunno bout choo…but that speaks motherfucking VOLUMES to me.
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Hideaway/Rude Mood – Montreux 1982^
Q: Where else would “a hunting knife” be found, other than “the bush”?
A: ???
Sounds like there has been “a knife crackdown” in Essex as of late…so…yeah…good job. I guess hunting has been outlawed. Now go find the murderous bastard who put it under that bush. That should lead you to where they bought it, which should in turn lead you to who the retailer got it from.
Before long, you should be able to track down who made it, which should also lead to who provided the machinery and materials to make such a knife. This should help you track down who sold the land to this knife manufacturer, as well as who transported the materials hither and yon.
This should lead to the realculprit, which will help us define the intentions of all involved, up to, and including yourself, and who gave you this job and/or assignment.
Or did you take it upon yourself?
^Riak – How you want me to^
Have I run everyone off? Or are you still reading? Oh…you were just contemplating stopping reading? Welp…just remember this before you bail on me.
My oldest son will be 22 in a few months. If he is going to make it into Harvard by the age of 40, I have to start saving some money NOW!!! There can be no delay in starting to save some money. I don’t think he’d be willing to wait for Harvard until the age of 50. He’d prolly want to go to some second-rate school like MIT or Stanford or UNT. Not that he’s expressed an interest in music or anything, but he is a damn fine bass player and he’s gotten phenomenal on the guitar as well.
BUT HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT GOING TO HELP MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?
No university is going to accept some saggy old 45+ year old granny if my oldest can’t get into school until he’s 50!!! Plus…there’s another kid waiting to go to school after him and her.
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU STOP READING THIS?!?!?!?
I’m revoking your membership.
Leave and never return.
Effective immediately… after a few more paragraphs or so.
^Churchill – Change^
I try to keep my mind off the cryptic shit. It’s like trying to find a box, just so you can open it, and you have no fucking clue what is in that box. Now, let’s reverse that. What was so interesting about the chase? Did you know any-fucking-thing during any of that time? Oh yeah…we’re back to A->B | B->A types of thinking. Sounds like a road to hell and back.
Q: If the road leads to and from hell, what was the point of origin?
A: ?¿?
^The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]^
I like music.
It makes my nipples hard.
I hope that appeals to you.
If not, maybe the following song will help with the nightmares.
Maybe not.
^Portugal. The Man – “Feel It Still” (Official Video)^
Not trying to brainwash you. Not trying to braindirty you either. I mean…you wanted to know about this shit. Or at least, you wanted to know about the shit that you didn’t already know. What in the fuck makes you think that I know it?
I get the feeling that there is a flame that burns so fucking hot, that it makes the hottest of hells seem like ice. Yeah…I’m talking a hot that makes the highest heat that Kelvin can measure look like the far right end of a decimal with a shitload of zeros in front of it. And it’s tiny. And I do mean tiny.
How tiny?
Imagine the entirety of existence that we can imagine being the distance between your two hands placed about two feet apart in front of you. Now, place a single atom of Hydrogen in the middle of that space. Now…we are going to spread your hands from one side of The Universe to the other, and while we are doing this, we are going to shrink this single atom of Hydrogen to scale. Yeah…the further your hands move apart, the smaller this single atom gets, and it will never grow larger than it’s original size when you started at two feet apart. By the time that your hands reach the opposite sides of The Universe, this single particle is so absolutely tiny, that it could never be found, and there is only one in the entirety of existence.
^Raise A Little Hell – Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band^
Imagine looking for a single grain of sand located somewhere in the entirety Universe. By comparison, in what I described above, you’d be lucky to have a particle so large to seek.
The question remains...what are you really after?
Don’t discount yourself or sell yourself short. If you are able to do that (stop discounting yourself) maybe some of the dynamics of things that I think that science is about to start stumbling across won’t be so damn scary as to their uniqueness. Especially as these dynamics and differences relate to sameness. Gotta keep in mind that you guys and gals within these high towers of science are going to be alone in your wonder and amazement much, if not most, of the time.
We plebs aren’t allowed access to your ivory towers of knowledge, and even if you grant access, would anyone even show up? You’ve been pricks and snobs within a system that allows it for a long time. You have nothing to deliver. You’re gonna have to face that at some point. Maybe if you’d stop trying to deliver something, we’d all get along a shade better.
It’s a tough row to hoe…no doubting that. But more of the same is…well…more of the same, just more of it. More of more means less than you might think.
^Shakey Graves – Late July^
We’re here…and so is everything else. You can’t give me what I already have. So…if you are going to now compare what you have with what I have, as some measure of success, think about that tiny particle.
If we both had to work together to find it, in order to resolve our differences in a less-standard manner… Welp, comparisons like that aren’t going to help us in that regard, because it distances us, and makes our objective more distant still.
^CONTROLLED BLEEDING – The Fodder Song^
I wonder if water can burn?
X: Why on Earth would you wonder something like that?
Cade: I dunno. I thought that was the point of wondering?
X: <grumble>
0: He has a point.
Cade: Bait…not taken.
0: I meant you dummy.
Cade: I remain skeptical.
Z: Skeptics never get anywhere.
Cade: Shut up.
Z: Now that was just uncalled for.
Cade: I was just minding my own business…wondering if water would burn.
X: Speak of burning water, and it shall appear.
Cade: FUCKING ROFL!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?
X: Saw it on a bathroom wall.
Cade: Ay yi yi…I don’t want to know.
X: Ever peed fire?
Cade: Wait…I can’t wonder about burning water…and YOU want to discuss VD?
X: Not really…I was just wondering if you’ve ever peed fire.
T: I can’t wait to hear this.
Cade: I had a case of “Honeymooner’s Disease” once.
0: Men don’t get Honeymooner’s Disease”.
Cade: Welp…they did back in 1986.
X: Having a lot of sex were you?
Cade: Um…yeah. Me and my girlfriend at the time were going at it quite a bit for a coupla weeks there.
X: Think there was more to that infection than just loads of unprotected sex over a two week period?
Cade: Welp, I have had a few nasty injuries to my junk, and I have a rather small urethra on a rather unimpressively sized penis…so…I think the doctor was correct. He sure seemed to think he was correct.
X: Didn’t feel…”complete”…this infection…is that what you are saying?
Cade: Yep. Like it was just…not very far in. Reminded me of some injuries that I have had that have made me pee blood or just bleed from my penis.
Z: What I want to know…is why are you talking about this at all?
Cade: I dunno…it just…came up.
Z: Bah…Humbug…Duh…Ching.
X: Pfftt…
0: Antibiotics. You were headed to antibiotics.
Cade: She had her body chemistry, I had mine. We were fucking like rabbits daily for weeks.
X: She had no issues?
Cade: Not until I asked.
X: Ouch. That had to hurt.
Cade: Yeah. Tried to be tactful, but…no real way to be tactful about that.
So yeah…burning water. One more reason to not fuck me, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever. I’m all used up and tainted by foreign vaginas, and God only knows who they’ve been fucking.
Or whatever.
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^
At some point…we all become an old dishrag.
All washed up.
The plates are looking clean tho.
I used plenty of soap.
Enjoy your dinner.
^Shakey Graves – Roll the Bones – Audiotree Live^
However high and big you get, it WILL crumble. Don’t think so?
In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.
‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.
‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”
‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’
*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*
He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…
As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.
In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.
But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.
1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.
Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]
So glad you could join us, Dear Reader, for the second half of Cade’s latest missive from ‘Merica. Earlier today I mentioned that ‘ere in Blighty, today’s date is written 13.7, but for my Okie Devil chum in Texas, it’s 7.13…
*Yeah I know he lives in Dallas, Clicky…*
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∞…—…
TIC
…—…∞
TOC
∞…—…∞
TOE
^Jefferson Airplane -White Rabbit-^
What’s your hurry? It’s long been “group-think” that if you cannot get what you want, get it via another route. I mean…you want it…right?
If you want it and cannot have it, that must mean that you need it. Which means that all bets are off…game on. Right? Isn’t that how “the game” works? Fairness and sportsmanship go out the window when the money is off the table. That means the only rule is that there are no rules. Why…that must mean that no one is ruling?
RUT ROH!!! We got us a power-vacuum. I wonder if scientific experiments could be a root of this…vacuum? Nah…that shit’s not related in the slightest bit.
Government = —> HERE
HERE <— = Science
They must be 69'ing each other.
^The Nipple Erectors-All The Time in The World^
I dunno what to tell you. But I do know that I have to figure out as much of this shit as I can. Afterall, my kids are going to potentially ask me about this shit at some point. Ask me why I didn’t do something. Why I didn’t do more. I won’t have an answer for them if those last two questions ever come.
So the best that I can hope for, is that they’ll never be asked. It doesn’t matter whether I had some affect, or had no effect. Those are still both valid and useful in the affect and/or effect department(s), but not all share my opinion on restraint and inaction being just as effective and affective as any verb-based textual representation of action and involvement. I think sometimes we forget that non-action is sometimes the best course. Don’t think so?
OK…let’s take the conundrum of “turning into a skid” when driving an automobile that has lost traction on the contact surfaces between the pavement and tires. It’s completely counter-intuitive. Considering the nature of roadways and/or typical driving conditions, it’s almost foolhardy to even contemplate mentioning this technique, never mind actually teaching it to drivers.
This maneuver is going to take time and effort that many “experts” will say could be better spent teaching other topics…like skid avoidance and/or traction-loss avoidance, or more cognizant awareness of driving in less than ideal weather/driving conditions.
Yeah…nothing creepy about that shit at ALL. Not my car nor my ass sitting in it or anything. To you…I’m just a number on some aggregated stat-sheet. A sheep for slaughter. Better be sure.
^Combichrist – Shut Up And Swallow^
Nothing wrong with morality. I fucking love me some motherfucking morality and shit like that. The problem is…application. Morality has been long since defined. Now all you gotta do…is apply it. Or…not apply it…as it were. Maybe if you aren’t including such a concept in your calculations, maybe some re-evaluation as to your methods with this in mind could help where you fail. Yeah…hands off. Jesus Christ…even the gods appear to be pretty much hands of most of the time.
I don’t actually believe that, but it certainly appears that way much if not most of the time. We just sometimes assume that re-definition of an existing concept somehow nullifies the previous concept completely. Flight of any kind or type doesn’t overcome gravity. It simply operates within the concept of gravity however it does. Whether that be bird, balloon, bug, plane, or rocket. Gravity is about motion. Gravity is ALL about motion. There’s just some contextual differences.
You don’t need wings to stand. Not on this planet anyway. But wings are just one type of wheel. And there are many wheels in wings and the dynamics that allow them to work…but I’m getting off the topic of birth and procreation regulation via smoking/anti-smoking regulation. Maybe that’s a good thing. Not like I intentionally try and confuse myself sometimes or anything.
^Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch – Meltdown Oratorio^
My head has been kinda void over the past few weeks, and especially the last week. Null…is what comes to mind. Almost like some galactic re-positioning is taking place. Like some something somewhere at some time recently, has set into motion…a large movement and re-positioning. Not really a reset…but more of a recalculation of the existing set.
And I’m not talking about zero here…I mean null as in nothing. The concept of zero is representative of the both ether and the firmament…in motion…both at the same time. But null…is…almost like even zero cannot be calculated. Or at least, in this instance. I tried to write about this the other day, but I lost all of the crap I wrote when my computer crashed. Maybe there was something to that.
Think of it like this...
There are certain segments of The Universe, at all scales, that can be qualified as synchronous in a more easily recognizable form(s) and/or pattern(s). The stars traversing the night-sky…for example.
But this feeling that I’ve had? Imagine if every star in the sky suddenly just started going it’s own way. Yeah, that’s still a quasi-recognizable pattern in that the stars are doing something they normally don’t do. But at some point, the wonder of seeing such an event would prolly turn to terror pretty quickly for some if not most watching it happen.
Not that I feel even the slightest bit of fear, nor am I anticipating a feeling of fear. But maybe there is something to that. Should I be worried if the stars start doing something they don’t normally do? Not like I can do anything about it…so why worry? Why fear?
^The Gentlemen-It’s A Cry’n Shame^
I guess if I need someone else to tell me when I should or should not be afraid, yeah…something is majorly wrong, alright. But I get the feeling that whatever I am being told to be afraid of may not be the only thing that I might want to cast a wary eye at. Which is prolly why I write how I do. Meaning: As me, by me, for anyone but me.
So yeah, stop reading this bullshit and go find shit to be afraid of via someone else.
Or something.
^Cocteau Twins – Pitch The Baby^
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.
X: You sure you wanna walk this path?
Cade: No.
X: Good answer.
G: I have a suggestion.
Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. Who in the fuck is this fuck?
G: I bet you may have some ideas.
Cade: (I’m currently laughing so hard, I cannot think of anything to write, cept this shit right here)
G: Just right…just write.
Cade: Something like that…or something.
G: Exactly.
Cade: As in…
G: If you are writing, you are probably right for writing.
Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s 04:58 in the morning, and I’ve been up for hours.
G: Maybe it’s time to try for some more sleep.
Cade: I’m sweating like a pig. It’s hot as fuck in here for some reason.
How much money has to be involved, in order for a financial reallocation and/or adjustment, to be considered a “slash”? Or is this more a topical thing. Topical, as in, “it depends on the column in the spreadsheet being decimated you backwards yank swine!!! There are real people going to be affected by these changes!!!”
Starting with you…right? You always have the first grab at the parachute rack…eh? I mean…being a reporter…you are gonna know if the plane is going down before anyone else, right? You gotta survive to tell the tale…right? No care or concern for yourself.
Gotta get on the ground quick, dial the stockbroker, and have them sell those shares you own in the airline you were just flying. They might drop as a result of this crash. It could be fatal. Maybe you should have stayed on the plane afterall. This story better be good. Your career might depend on it.
^ZZ Top – I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide^
I don’t understand the logic in draining the ocean just because you personally are drowning. I think you are important. But I think the ocean is important too. Maybe regret is more at work sometimes than we give credit. Especially in cases of reprisal, reprimand and revenge.
This misconception and/or misunderstanding of equality. The equation is always balanced…even in process. You just may be lagging a bit in figuring out the bits on each side of the equal sign. If you are only focused on one side or the other, what else but anger would rear it’s head when someone intervenes and points this out to you. Welcome to the road to regret. I wonder where it leads? I wonder what your say is in these matters?
So much for the lure of the rabbit hole, eh?
^Laibach – See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (Official video)^
I floated an idea for a story to someone last night. I’ve had this story idea in my head for some time, and figured…what the hell…maybe if I mention a blurb about it to someone else, I can think and develop this idea a little more productively.
The idea was/is…someone, somehow, living to the age of 133 years old. Someone who saw The Year 2000 come in, also gets to see the year 2100 come in. But it doesn’t stop there. Somehow or another, this fuck survives to the age of 1,033 years old.
So yeah, not only did they get to see 2000CE and 2100CE, they make it all they way to 3000CE. A living record, of what it was like, to encounter those, and be able to share those experiences, face to face with others. A living book or living record of sorts.
Why?
I dunno. Just have some ideas about data retention and data preservation as it relates to both machines and life.
Maybe “1033” would be a good title.
^Just Between You And Me – April Wine^
So…you’ve worked in order to get paid.
You’ve worked in order to get paid, by someone else.
How are you gonna repay yourself?
I’m just wondering how the ride was prior to payday.
Does that affect the ride post-payday?
Always nice to have options.
Just sayin'.
^ZZ Top – TV Dinners (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
Happy hump-day.
^The Rings – I Wanna Be Free (1977)^
I like stockings.
The girl wearing them is important too.
Order those in any way you choose.
But we can prolly eventually do without the stockings.
Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…
July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).
Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…
… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…
And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…
Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…
*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*
I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀
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Are you reading this?
Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.
Didn’t think about that…did ya?
I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.
Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.
BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.
❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^
If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…
Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?
A: ...
Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?
Q: Can you pass your own test?
A: …
So…you want someone like you?
Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?
What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.
You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.
Assuming that they are cooperative that is.
Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^
I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.
Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.
So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.
OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.
But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.
I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.
I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?
OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…
Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?
A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)
And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?
Q: What do all of these have in common?
A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!
But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?
A: ???
The next thing that popped into my head was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?
A: ¿¿¿
Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.
I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.
^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^
What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.
BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.
And tested.
And tested.
I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?
Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?
A: ?¿?
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.
^Alice In Chains – Would^
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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
Meh.
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.
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