Missive From ‘Merica: Head, Shoulders, Needs… Who Knows shrugs

My sister Juju is visiting family in California at present, Dear Reader. I’ve enjoyed seeing the numerous photographs of her trip posted on her Arse-about-FaceBook page. Yesterday she sent a couple just for me…

Fortunately, this has made writing the header and footer for Cade’s newest missive, below, a little easier as it contains a ‘wall’ or two to scale…

… Not to mention a couple of ‘Safety’ links…

… Enjoy and see you at the bottom 😉

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The day…that no one has been looking forward to…HAS ARRIVED!!!

Congratulations.

You’ve graduated.

Collect your diploma at the end of the line.

And don’t come back.

Move along as expediently as possible please.

^BAD – U2^

I should prolly be writing something else, but we’ll just have to settle for this. The hot water is currently turned off, and I don’t dare turn it on. Plus, I don’t shower regularly anyway, so we’re good. You can’t smell me, and never will have to. That does get me to thinking about water and showers and baths tho.

Q: What’s the first thing you do when you get out of a bath or shower?

A: ?¿?

Don’t ask me…I dunno the answer. We’ve not showered or taken a bath together lately, and the way things are going, we won’t be any time soon. So…I guess I’ll have to go out on a limb here, and make a guess that the first thing that most people do…is get dressed.

^Taratating-Taratatong (Tarata-Ting, Tarata-Tong)^

Dry

Audio Signal Processing-Techniques

Dryness (Medical)

Sjögren Syndrome

Dehydration

Free Water Clearance

Ringer’s Lactate Solution (Redirected from Lactated ringer)

Pepsin A (Redirected from Lactated pepsin)

Hydrophobe (Redirected from Hydrophobic)

Lipophilicity (Redirected from Lipophilic)

Dryness (Taste)

Amylase

Glycoside Hydrolase

Hemicellulose

Arabinoxylan

Dietary Fiber

Hemispherical Combustion Chamber

Starch

Glycogen

Adipose Tissue

Resistin

Insulin Resistance

Drought

Dryer

Hair Dryer

Clothes Dryer

Lint

Fuzz

Now…you are prolly asking yourself…

Dude, what are you thinking here?

Welp, what I am wondering is…

Q: Is there anything I cannot learn?

A: ???

Q: Is there anything that I cannot teach myself?

A: ¿¿¿

^The Windmills of Your Mind – Noel Harrison^

No…this AIN’T gonna be all “wavy walls”, you fucking uppity…fucks. Just…

chill or something.

Moisture

Static

Static Electricity

Triboelectric Effect

Contact Electrification

Crystal Radio

Radio Soulwax

Electric Potential

Lorentz Transformation

Spacetime-Spacetime Interval

Interval

Interval (Music)

Copamatic

Copa

Matic

Mater

COPA

COPA (Gene)

Coatomer

Nuclear Membrane (Redirected from Perinuclear space)

Level of Measurement

Between

Inbetweening

Scale

Scaling

Scalar

Scalar Field Theory

Conduction Aphasia

Conduction

I’m just thinking proportionally here, and wondering just how much of something that it takes, to create something else. This’ll wander, this thought of mine, so let’s skip on down to the next paragraph, eh?

^Jacqueline Taieb – 7 heure du matin (01)^

I’m curious about a particular batch of, say…Head & Shoulder dandruff shampoo. Let’s say, we’re gonna cook up an average batch of normal ol’ plain ol’ Head & Shoulders shampoo for processing and bottling to be shipped out for sale…

Q: How much Selenium is used in a normal run?

A: Does this question assume too much? Do I assume that there is Selenium in every batch? Does the company that makes Head & Shoulders shampoo(s) even USE Selenium in their products? What in the fuck IS Selenium anyway?

Selenium

Let’s go see what’s in Head & Shoulders shampoo(s)…

Hmmm….no Selenium. Lotta questions in there about allergies tho.

Meh...fuckit. Let's upgrade!!!

Selsun Blue

So…as I was saying…I wonder how much Selenium is used to knock up a batch of Selsun Blue shampoo?

😛

^Dan Reeder – Maybe^

Now that containment has been achieved-ish, and containment is contained…let’s think a shade or two about bitterness.

If one single “mutated” cell can potentially cause cancer and/or potentially kill, what is the basis for the timeline(s) that we are working with here? I’m just thinking, that all I see is one huge gap. A void. Nothing. You cannot cure something that does not exist.

So operating under the mentality that “welp, you gotta die of something, but it damn sure ain’t gonna be lung cancer” is fine for you and you alone. Too much “I want my children to grow up in a world that…”…that what? Takes a shit in my yard so that yours can be clean?

What am I rambling about here?

I’m not rambling about a what…I’m rambling about a who. And that who is someone named Anna Raccoon. Don’t ask me why I’m thinking about AR…but I am.

^Fallout 3 Soundtrack Civilization (Bingo Bango Bongo)^

What in the FUCK...is a "bellend"?

Bellend

Bellen

Bell End

Glans Penis (Redirected from Bellend)

Oh.

Mystery = SOLVED! ….!

Something is missing.

^Jimmy Soul – Get an ugly girl to marry you^

Is everything based-based? Lotta the usual clamboring(sic) about love affairs with youth and/or the battle between youth and old age. But it occurs to me that bases are the basis for virtually everything I read about. Even when I am just skimming Tweets here and there, everyone seems to be seeking bases and basis for them.

I don’t blame people for wanting to get involved in this or that. Maybe its just a realization that you were always participating…just…you’ve been doing your own thing or something. Maybe you’ve “been involved” in the more visible channels for a long time, and think that I owe you something for that. Maybe I do. But I don’t remember you asking for my permission to do whatever it is that you’ve been doing. So I guess I would contend that you’ve been doing your own thing all along, and it’s got absolutely fuckall to do with me.

Till now anyway.

^Zack Hemsey – “Waiting Between Worlds (Instrumental)”^

UL (Safety Organization)

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t NASA the only government agency within and of The United States/US Government that actually does something? Like…something productive?

I mean, I can think of like The FAA since they like do some actual stuff with air traffic controllers and the flight navigation infrastructure and stuff, but that’s still kinda vague. And I guess where my head/bellend is heading to, is automation.

So yeah...robotics too.

It’s not that I fear robots, robotics and automation for myself and others, because there’s also some considerations to give the robots themselves. And this is less about the parenting angle, which is important, but currently thinking more about the care level and levels. Do you mind?

^Shaving Cream Song^

On a related topic, I think I just discovered the reason that my arms hurt all the time, and why it is painful for someone to touch my arms. I would elaborate, but I can’t. Sorry.

😦

^sea shanties – spanish ladies^

Most of the music in this here particular whatever, is brought to you buy…

"Unusual Music Playlist"

…by some fucking random-assed YouTube person.

Thanks for the music random-assed YouTube person!!!

❤

^Johnny Collins – Leave Her Johnny (sea chantey)^

If you spend all yout time working on the mechanics and the animation(s) of the mecha, what does that leave for the individual? If you are trying to replace you, with a better you, I can only assume that you not only must not like yourself very much…but you given up hope on yourself and are punting the responsibility for change and changes and changing…elsewhere. Not saying you need to “do it the old fashioned way” by fucking up offspring of your own, but I do wonder about the “self-hypnosis” aspect of believing in things that are not there.

That’ll bring us nicely back to cancer and mutation and shit like that. Because do you really want some robot creation that has a 5,000 year battery pack to be sitting around lamenting the death of it’s creator? What else is it gonna do? All you gave it was a fuckton of time, and nothing to do with it. Even if you gave it an agenda something akin to Wall-E’s task…at some point…they are gonna finish that/those tasks.

Ever consider what would happen if one of these machines tendered its resignation?

Does that matter to you?

^dan reeder havana burning^

Fine line between possible and impossible has just reared it’s head. If everything is possible within technology, science, robotics and the like…how do you explain “the impossible” to your creation?

It's IMPOSSIBLE for a machine/robot to harm a human being...so says its programming.

Yet it’s the dream of conquering “the impossible” that made you machine possible in the first place. And this isn’t about dreams nor dreaming dreams as much as it is the tangible intangibility of possibility.

Your “self” went into this creation. Lots of thoughts and thinking have been done over the past 4/5 decades as to many paradoxes and paradigms with respect to robotics. Do you love your creation? Do you take it out for beer and darts night…and not just to impress the ladies or men so you can get laid? Do you read it bedtime stories? Does your machine have ANY…concept at all…as to the construct known as time? Do you? What about…life?

^Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen^

Tinkering with tiny seems to have a lot of responsibility. Maybe that’s why you are tinkering there. You think no one will see you. Think you won’t get caught. That means you are relying on death to save you in the event something goes wrong. All kinds of ways that death can save your ass, eh?

Better be sure.

Food for thought.

^Henry Burr – My Old Kentucky Home 1909 Peerless Quartette^

Was just thinking about the concept of…erm…let’s say, “ways, means and methods of summoning death.” And I’m only thinking of this, because I’m thinking about “death” being a “solution” to anything.

To relate…if you wanna spend some time cruising facts and figures about the number of animals killed in WWI, WWII, and Vietnam? You might be surprised and even staggered. But what I am thinking about here…is “death” coming up to have a look-see as to why in the FUCK there is so much killing going on certain areas, why there is so much dying in others, and even why certain areas seem to be…void.

Q: What if “death” had to recruit?

A: ???

Yeah…this is gonna be a toughie to explain, seeing as we tend to think of death as something that happens, done, over, finito, that’s it, end of story. But that’s not the case…is it? To relate…let’s hop on down a space…eh?

^Winona Ryder . Jump In The Line . Shake Senora . BeetleJuice 1988 Harry Harold George Belafonte Jr^

When I was younger, I used to have my own landscaping business of sorts. Mowing, edging, weed trimming, making flowerbeds and flower gardens…oh…and I cut down trees. It always hurt me to cut down trees. I always likened it to punching some old person in the face. Easy prey. But, it paid well, it was dangerous, I worked alone, I charged about 1/50th of what “the professionals” charged, and I was not afraid to tackle the bigger trees.

Granted, I had to go out and survey the tree itself to see if I could actually do it since most trees are close to houses, fences, power and telephone lines, etc.. But a single chainsaw, several hand saws, and a big-assed rope allowed me to do virtually everything by myself. I had a girl on my mind. She was on the other side of the planet. And goddamnit…I had to get there. So…trees were my money maker.

^SCOTLAND THE BRAVE ~ PIPES & DRUMS ~ ( HD )^

Mud-er and Fod-er.

Mudder and Fodder.

Mutter and Fatter.

FOD

Foreign Object Damage

Mud

Slurry

Slurry Wall

Groundwater

Slurry Ice

Shell and Tube Heat Exchanger

Surface Condenser

Eddy (Fluid Dynamics)

Bell Mouth

Streamline

Streamlines, Streaklines, and Pathlines

Mother

Father

Fat Mud.

Prolly why there is more than one title for parents and elders.

^Allan Sherman – Hello Muddah Hello Faddah (1963)^

That does get me to thinking about states a bit more. Trying to prevent something from happening, that is going to happen anyway.

“The inlet end of each tube is also bellmouthed for streamlined entry of water. This is to avoid eddies at the inlet of each tube giving rise to erosion, and to reduce flow friction.”

That’s from the Surface Condenser page. Like grabbing a snake and expecting it to bow to your will/do what you tell it to do. You do this…it does that. Sound rudimentary? Elementary? Bush league? Sophomoric? Any other derogatory terms we can pile on here “to keep me in my place”?

^The BOBCATS ” Big Noise From Winnetka ” !!!^

Tis now Sunday @ 12:31, and some mysterious person just now sent me a dark and cryptic link, via a dark and cryptic pathway, that is hidden in the darkest of darkened paths.

Shhh...this shit is all covert and dark...don't tell anyone...k?

Mind The Chemtrails: US Air Force Dispatches Sprayer Aircraft In Response To Harvey

OK…so…Harvey is back-ish in the news. I guess I coulda punned there and said “brackish in the news”…but that would make too much sense-ish sorta kinda. Anyway…um…it appears mosquitoes are a problem. Or they may be. Or they might be.

CARPETBOMBING!!!

Step 1: SHOW CAN

Step 2: AWE/AWW\AWE

Prolly some death going on there.

So yeah…targeting mosquitoes, eh?

I wonder what else lives there.

Anything? Anyone? Lotsa ones?

Meh fuckit. Burn it all.

^Trio Mandili – Apareka (The CD-album is available on http://triomandili.com/en/#buy)^

Ian Malcolm: John, the kind of control you’re attempting simply is… it’s not possible. If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it’s that life will not be contained. Life breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh… well, there it is.

John Hammond: There it is.

Henry Wu: You’re implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will… breed?

Ian Malcolm: No. I’m, I’m simply saying that life, uh… finds a way.

Movie = Jurassic Park

What if…erm…”death were able to find a way”?

I guess if that were the case…”away” would be a good thing, eh?

Prolly ain’t an away that is far enough away at that point.

Anchors aweigh might be a good idea.

Just sayin'.

^Martin Segundo – When twilight falls on NGC 891 aka James Clarke – Spring Bossa / Dark Star theme HQ^

I was listening to the song below, and it got me to thinking about the music and musics that my parents grew up listening to. I don’t think they were much into music like this, but I was. When I was younger, and got my first transistor radio, I’d tune into the “easy listening” channel at night that broadcast from Reunion Tower here in Dallas.

Reunion Tower

KRLD-FM (Redirected from KOAX-FM)

“K…O…A…X….KOAX! Relaxing music…broadcasting, from hi-atop…Reunion Tower.”

Or something like that…that was their plug-line or whatever, but I always liked when they said that, and I would mimick it often. Then again, I had a lot of speech difficulties, so I grabbed onto and mimicked those things that were very clear to me. I was honestly baffled and bedazzled by people who spoke well. Prolly my attraction to those with accents of all kinds, up to, and including, those who did not speak very well at all. But the people that spoke well and spoke clearly? I always wondered how in the FUCK they did that.

Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [Aldo is carving a swastika into Private Butz’s forehead] You know, Lieutenant, you’re getting pretty good at that.

Lt. Aldo Raine: You know how you get to Carnegie Hall, don’t ya? Practice.

Movie = Inglorious Bastards

^James Clarke – Girl On The Beach (1969)^

Westinghouse Broadcasting

Water Stagnation (Redirected from Stagnant (water))

Stagnation

Air Stagnation

Jesus…ain’t much there with respect to “air stagnation” is there? I wonder why that is? Anyway, that does get me to thinking a bit about frogs. When I was out west for a bit, there were frogs everywhere. That’s ironic to me considering that frogs are all but void here. You NEVER fucking see frogs around here, they used to be found everywhere around here, but no more. That gets me to thinking about? Yep…you guessed it…ROADKILL!!!

Roadkill

Q: What happens to all of that blood that is drained out of dead bodies during the embalming process?

A: ???

Road Traffic Safety

Botts’ Dots

Just wondering what happens when “clean”…itself…becomes the new stagnation.

^P. Lewis – patterns^

If there is a plan, to keep something from happening, all you need to do, is read that plan, and from there, you can figure out how to make that whatever that you want to have happen…happen…based on this plan of how to make it not happen.

So…you now can see the potential for disaster using this logic since someone else may have anticipated these “weak spots”…and may have even intentionally created them and/or left them there.

So now, you are wondering if its a trap.

Well…of course it is. How many traps need to be set for you to see that it is a trap? All kinds of ways to funnel and filter and channel your selected prey into your trap and traps. Death still remains our ally in this regard, because death will also take care of those hapless and clueless wanderers that bumble into these traps.

I mean…we’re after a specific prey here…right? Just wondering how many traps you set, and how many innocents have to pay, before there is nothing left but you and your prey.

^Philippe Feret – neige sur la vallee^

Meh...it's not my business. What do I care?

^DENISE REIS – THE TRUMPET WOMAN^

Talked to whatshername, and have decided to hang for at least another week. There have been some other recently recent developments that developed on the same day the plumbers came, which was Friday. Ain’t gonna divulge what it is…but it damn sure ain’t good. Like a kick to the face when you are already down and out…and when you finally wake up all bloodied and battered…you realize, you are also covered in piss.

How sweet.

But yeah…I ain’t happy.

^Dominique Guiot – rest^

Not much that I can really do, but I figure that being here to do whatever I can, can’t hurt. Kids are starting school tomorrow, and she had already taken the day off. I didn’t know that until Friday, but I know now. My daughter is a senior, youngest son a freshman. My…how times fly.

^Dominique Guiot – L’univers De La Mer – (1978) – [France]^

I guess there is a rise and fall or ebb and flow to everything…but does that really give you any bearing as to what is happening where and when?

Quite the basis for base and bases...eh?

Just thinking here…that if you are looking for, to, and through…dreams, yep…you are looking for the soul. Would you know what one looked like when you saw it? I mean, obviously not…you’ve got one right in fucking front of you, in it’s complete totality, and yet you want to see more.

Think 1’s and 0’s here, and that’ll prolly help as to when and why “the soul” cannot be seen.

Especially in those cases, when the soul you are seeing, yep…actually a reflection of your own soul, and you aren’t seeing someone else’s soul.

Food for thought there, and especially those familiar with Narcissus.

^E=MC² (Francia, 1976) de Teddy Lasry^

cYa | cFa

^Mac Davis – It’s Hard To Be Humble (1980)^

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*Here already, Clicky? …/squints… With the Song?*

*Good Clicky… /pats snout…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Plumb, Dumb Ore Numb-Ass Day

Happy Sat-Here-Day to you, Dear Reader 😀

We have a fantastic, new missive from Cade, below, for you to enjoy. Now, I don’t want to delay you from getting straight to it… I’ll just leave a couple of things for you up here – a video…

… And a patented Okie Devil ‘Mystery = SOLVED! Next!’ 😉

holy shit y'all https://t.co/oD8cvMzLRC

— Alice Maz (@alicemazzy) September 8, 2017

*Knot to give any spoilers away, Clicky, but think ‘women’s plumbing’…*

Catch you at the bottom for a Song…

*A proper Song, Clicky… /holds up hands… At the bottom! Now…Git!*

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X: You can take E’s, E’s, E’s…but not O’s.

Cade: K. What about O’s and E’s?

X: O’s but not E’s.

Cade: Y?

X: AH! U have A question I see.

Cade: Yep.

X: K…well, in that case you can take O’s AND E’s, but not E’s or O’.

Cade: Got it.

0: I doubt that, but we’ll C.

Cade: KO.

0: You mean…OK?

Cade: Whatevz.

0: KO.

Z: 78 A?

Cade: So it would appear.

Z: 78’…good year.

Cade: Which one?

T: Don’t get smart.

Cade: Working on it.

X: You seem a shade out of sorts. What’s up?

Cade: Dunno.

X: Today is Thursday isn’t it?

Cade: That’s the rumor.

A: …

^Blind Side (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

A: You have no clue what you are going to write about…do you.

Cade: Not that I ever do…but very perceptive of you. I got nothin’.

A: Why do you think that is? You see to be thinking quite a bit.

Cade: Dunno. Maybe it’s this nagging skin business?

A: Anything else on your mind?

Cade: It’s gone fuzzier than usual. Sorry.

A: Wanna come clean?

Cade: Nope.

A: Fair enough.

^Adriatique – Bodymovin’ (Original Mix)^

So hi. Yeah…I ain’t thinking about anything in particular. Ain’t gonna spring anything nutty on Roob, like a Random Wiki or anything, but I ain’t got much.

No music on my radar.

No news.

No images.

No info.

No thoughts.

0: Now that’s just not true.

Cade: For the most part it is.

0: Percentages. They only tell part of the story.

Cade: I’m down with that. Still doesn’t mean I have anything.

0: No need to state the obvious.

Cade: …

0: Several things are “on your radar”…aren’t they?

Cade: That doesn’t really mean anything. All I can do is think about them.

0: You thinking about…

Cade: Nope. I mean yeah…but no.

0: Hmmmm…

Cade: Nope…ain’t doing that either.

0: Making predictions? Are you afraid of being wrong?

Cade: I don’t know how to respond to that.

0: You’ve become a snoozefest.

Cade: Nothing new there.

0: …

^Saccao – It’s Over (Fabo Late Night Mix)^

I’ve been breezing around some places the last few weeks, and of course, there is now this interest in these three hurricanes that are here and there.

Q: What about Harvey?

A: ?¿?

Houston already gone off everyone’s radars in anticipation of the next big thing?

I guess the future is where it’s at, eh?

Thanks…but no thanks. I’ll bring up the rear.

Ya’ll blaze away tho. Someone’s gotta do it I guess.

/me shrugs

^Alan Walker – Faded^

B: Monday’s trip still eating on you?

Cade: You know it is.

B: And how would I know that?

Cade: Because you asked?

B: You know…they know, that you are making all this shit up.

Cade: Some may. Some may not.

B: Maybe there’s some rhyme or reason to that. You DO tend to play your cards a shade close to the chest.

Cade: I got snot answers.

B: And if you did?

Cade: They wouldn’t be burning a hole in my pocket…that’s for sure.

Z: An ironic observation for someone who “plays their cards close to the chest” in the way that you do.

Cade: Hey…I gets no questions…I gots no answers.

Z: Does that make you feel safe?

Cade: Where’d B go?

Z: I’m not answering that.

Cade: 😦

Z: …

^Hybrid – Last man standing (HD)^

There was a movie that I watched last night. It’s called City of Ember. Not bad. The puzzle aspect was pretty cool. Especially how they played it. There was an interesting image in the film towards the end. It was interesting to me, primarily, because this image showed up on my radar when shit got all kinds of sideways a few years ago.

Like, during the really really REALLY sideways portion.

That point, where shit looked as if shit was gonna get so fucking sideways, that I was gonna lose any sort of grasp on what was happening within my life. At that point tho, but when the shit REALLY hit the fan after that? For me anyway…shit got really fucking calm and started to make sense. That’s when shit got so fucking sideways, that I don’t even know how to explain it with any degree of reliability nor relatability.

I know what it means...I just can't explain it.

But yeah…an image…in that film I watched…I think I found the first instance of that image. Maybe it’s a popular one. Perhaps even well known. But not to me. Perhaps it rings a bell from my youth. I can say for certainty, that the song below got me through some long, rough, and lonely nights and days.

^Gold Panda – You^

G: Right on time.

Cade: As promised.

G: You promised to be on time?

Cade: No. Sounded good tho.

X: May I?

Cade: Maybe.

X: Do you realize that you just typed “Cade” without even thinking about it?

Cade: I’ve gotten that machine like, eh?

X: Maybe it’s comfort.

Cade: I’ve no idea.

X: …

^Oliver Koletzki – Arrow & Bow (Marek Hemmann Remix)^

X: What do you see there in that image above?

Cade: Something I was thinking about earlier today.

X: And what was that?

Cade: What an individual’s life looks like over the course of a lifetime on a spinning, wobbling, spinning planet from a Universal context.

X: And what did you come up with?

Cade: Something similar to that.

X: Looks like…knitting, or weaving, or something like that.

Cade: It does.

X: You think that’s how a soul is created?

Cade: It was just a thought.

X: I wonder what it looks like, like, prior to.

Cade: I dunno. It’s a lot to think about.

X: Wrote about something similar to that elsewhere recently?

Cade: Maybe.

X: …

^Mogwai – Take Me Somewhere Nice^

Lotta dreams over the past week or so.

I’ve been staying up late, and not eating much, and I guess it’s causing me to dream a lot. I feel like a jerkoff for writing this shit, but I’ve nothing really to say, and feel like writing…so…yeah…don’t read it. Won’t change the fact that this particular whatever seems kinda self-serving.

Whatshername offered to buy me a bus ticket to wherever I want to go. So I guess I’m giving serious consideration to taking her up on that. Just need to decide where to go. Temperature around here dropped considerably all sudden like two nights ago. Definitely been much cooler in the day, and damn near a chill in the air for the past two evenings.

Moon looks damn nice.

^Youth – Daughter^

Didn’t stay up last night tho. Tis now Friday. Was awoken by a frantic knocking at my door. My youngest son…letting me know that…

“the plumbers are here, and mom is on the phone.”

Strange that she didn’t call me, but at the same time, not very strange at all. So I hop up, start to get dressed, and MY phone rings.

Whatshername: The plumbers are there.

Cade: So I’ve been told.

Whatshername: They weren’t supposed to be there until noon.

Cade: I didn’t know that there were plumbers coming at all.

Whatshername: They are going to be checking the plumbing for a leak.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Your youngest is out there dealing with them now. They weren’t supposed to be there until noon, and they don’t need to be talking to a 14 year old.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Well, I just wanted to let you know that they are there.

Cade: He told me.

Whatshername: Well, I’ve left work and am on my way home, but I’m not going to be able to be there for at least a half an hour.

Cade: OK.

Whatshername: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Cade: OK.

Certain tension(s)? I don’t understand them.

Sure...I do...but no...I don't.

However…answers? They are always coming. Like some galactic stutter…they are just waiting to come out…just takes a little patience and understanding. A shade of fortitude helps.

^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^

So I wander out of my room to hunt down these mysterious plumbers that have suddenly appeared, and sure enough, there they were. They showed me what they had found, told me what they thought, and told me the plan from there. I told them that their find made sense, and that we had once lived in an apartment that had a similar problem. One of them asked me…

Plumber B: Do you know how to turn the hot water heater off?

Cade: No.

Plumber B: Let me show you, since you probably want to keep it off unless someone needs to take a shower.

We wandered back to where the hot water heater is located, he opened the door, and I noticed that there is duct tape all over the door and door frame.

 "Whatshername has been here."

I don’t blame her for her creative methods of whatever it is she was/is trying to do, but some are doozies. Anyway, he showed me how to turn it off, and warned me of which pipes to be wary of so as not to get burned.

Cade: Me and her were recently divorced, and I’m literally just about to leave in a coupla days, but I want to get as much info as I can to pass along to her.

Plumber B: Has there been any recent change(s) in the amount of the gas bill or water bill?

Cade: You know, now that you mention it, she did mention that there was an increase in the gas bill a few months ago…but she said that her sister’s gas bill also went up at the same time, so I didn’t think much of it.

Plumber B: What about the water bill?

Cade: I wouldn’t know.

I thanked him, and we both wandered out back were Plumber A was using a long steel rod to probe the ground for soft-spots in the soil.

^Foetus – Slung^

I must say, I was shocked at just how deep he was able to run that rod into the ground. Even tho we’ve had a lot of rain this year, we have very hard ground here…black clay. Digging into it without machinery is damn near an exercise in futility, and yet, he was able to plunge this thin steel rod into the ground several feet with relative ease.

Yikes!!!

Thinking about it now…the entire roof on this house was just recently replaced…like, right at 2 years ago I think. I got to looking at the ground, the foundation, the brick paths/bricks that make it up, the brick steps up to the back door, I started thinking about all of the cracks that I’ve pointed out to her in both the foundation and the frame of the house.

Plumber A: Is there any plumbing or water fixtures in the garage?

Cade: No. Just electric.

So it appears, that there is a hot water pipe leak under the foundation. They’ll bring in a listening device, pump air through the system, then track the location of the leak…pretty clever. If they need, they’ll also bring in heat sensors to place on the floor and see if they can get a better idea as to the locale, because where the soil is softening, is nowhere near a hot-water line.

This is rather perplexing. It does have me to thinking about sinkholes tho. Maybe that’s why that one Crepe Myrtle tree out front has started standing up so straight this year. It’s roots are being pulled due to the softening of the soil from the leak. That means, this pipe has prolly been leaking for some time.

^Jay Lumen – The Line (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Younger Son: Dad…mom says she needs to talk to you RIGHT NOW!

Cade: Um…OK.

The plumbers were just about to leave, said they needed to contact the owner of the house/our landlord, and that everything would be handled and scheduled through them.

Cade: Yes?

Whatshername: Do NOT tell them you are living there.

Cade: What?!?!?

Whatshername: They DO NOT need to know you are living there. Do not tell them ANYTHING personal…they don’t need to know.

At this point, it became clear that she had been on the phone with my son, he had her on speaker, and she had been listening to the conversation(s).

Whatshername: You aren’t supposed to be there.

Cade: Huh?

Whatshername: Just…you aren’t supposed to be there. I’ll explain it later. Just don’t tell them ANYTHING about our personal lives.

Cade: OK.

Jesus Christ…all I could think about, was grabbing my fucking bag and backpack, and running. No idea what I’m running from…but it ain’t good…that’s for fucking sure.

I shoulda left Monday.

^Hannah Wants & Chris Lorenzo – Rhymes^

All I can think about, is my son sitting there on the couch, completely lost, and no clue what to do.

The answers are coming.

Yeah…you are prolly thinking…

“what’s the big fucking deal?”

I’m with you. It’ll get solved. He did great through the process, and I’m sure, that were I not here, he coulda handled everything just fine. But there’s something else at work here. It primarily involves information exchange. Or lack thereof.

So yeah...secrets.

^Lemon Interupt – Dirty^

As I continue writing this nonsense, Whatshername has since arrived home. She felt the need to recap everything that I already knew, and I’ve learned not to interrupt, or at least keep them to a minimum.

Whatshername: They are going to need to dig under the foundation.

Cade: I was here. They told me. I was here. They gave me the full skinny to pass along to you.

Whatshername: Did they tell you how long it was going to take?

Cade: A half-day to a day.

Whatshername: That’s what they told me too.

Cade: I know…I was standing there when you were talking to them on the phone.

Whatshername: You were?

Cade: Yes. You were on speakerphone. Look, the first time you called me, you implied that I needed to go out there and deal with them, so I did.

Whatshername: I appreciate that…but…

She’s a wreck…no doubting that. Each time I talked with her on the phone, I could tell that she was furious that they showed up early. She told them as much while she was talking to them on the phone. She even mentioned that she works in a basement where there is no cell service, and didn’t get their message until she left work. Plumber B, who was talking to her on the phone, mentioned that they had a cancellation, and as such, they were early.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

Whatshername: I took you off the lease when I renewed it.

Cade: …

Whatshername: We aren’t allowed to have visitors for more than 14 days without approval from the owner.

Cade: …

So yeah...seek, and ye shall find.

Not that I was looking for any of that shit. Then again, I didn’t expect to be here at all. Things just keep developing that keep me around, as I am occasionally useful for certain things. But keeping me in the dark because you are working some kookie side-deals? You are trying to stand on your own…I get it.

Jesus Christ…we all need help. Especially when we need it. And we know better than anyone when we need it. When a committee must now decide just how needy your needs are, yeah…shit is gonna get sideways. Their objective is to say “no”. If they can’t say “no” to your request, then they fucking FIND a way to say “no”.

Trust...is NEVER on the table.

We’re talking about machinery…and clockworks…and processes…and rules…and guidelines…not people.

People are incidental and even inconsequential.

^Sasha – Rooms^

Just thinking that as long as needy is trumped by neediest, needy will always become neediest at some point. Or…they’ll die, and there will no longer be a need to need.

Speaking of…Kellie of “Kellie In The Raw”…it appears that her daughter was hit by a car recently.

Some good thoughts her and her family's way prolly couldn't hurt.

Prolly some people down Houston and S. Texas way that could prolly use some good thoughts as well.

^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz | 80s Dance Music | 80s Club Music | 80s Club Mix^

Sooooo....here we go.

I’m sitting in a house that has a mushy swamp under its foundation, a cracked or broken pipe somewhere, and I now feel the need to go point out to Whatshername that the owner of this house is gonna be a primary player in this. I get the feeling that she forgets that.

That said, I have no problem with her taking me off the lease, I expected to be gone by now. That does have me thinking a bit about those brand new roads that they just put in. Lotta weight and weight changes in a relatively short period of time. Lotta vibration and resonance changes, ESPECIALLY when you consider the number of trees that were cut down to facilitate the construction of these roads.

I’m not suggesting that this construction caused this pipe problem, but it could certainly be a factor. We are dealing in aggregate afterall. Yeah…lots of places, dealing in aggregate(s) AND singular(s). So yeah…I get the feeling that Newtonian laws are equally applicable in many areas that we’ve never fathomed.

^M83 – Wait (Kygo Remix)^

I guess the more that we tinker with the tiny, for the sake of the huge, we are going to see more and more shit like this. All kinds of crazy shit that makes no fucking sense at all.

Q: Why would it?

A: !!!???!!!

You gonna start deploying sensors here, there and every fucking where?

Gonna start aggregating information so you can make a better informed decision and/or better decisions?

To what end?

Are you forgetting something?

Are you forgetting several things?

Many things?

^Armin van Buuren ft. Susana – Shivers (Original Mix)^

Leaks, leaks, fractures, and leaks.

That makes me think of that movie I just watched, City of Embers. It had Martin Landau in it, and he played the role of a pipeworks worker. At one point, he mentioned that the water system was in such a state of disrepair, and it had been so long since they had any new pipe, that the tape used to seal leaks was longer than the pipe system itself.

So yeah...pressure(s) + time(s) over time = leaks.

Now that you have read the previous sentence, you may feel free to get specific at this point.

It’ll help make your case.

Need any help?

^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^

I’m sure you’ve got your tried and true steadfast methods, that work time and again and haven’t failed you yet.

I don't.

Well…cept for the ones that you give me. And they look different from this angle. Especially when they serve you and not me or vice versa. How can I feel safe in saying such a thing? Welp, really, I don’t feel safe in saying it. But there is some consolation in knowing, that if I am involved…there is a reason. I was involved long before I showed up on your radar, and I’ll likely be involved long after I disappear from your radar. What does that mean? I dunno. But I will.

Or not.

^deftones – elite (08/21/09)^

WOAH!! A last minute question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade…who are you talking to?

Cade: I dunno. Who do you want me to be talking to? Who should I be talking to? So yeah…I dunno. Don’t care either.

Sorry, was just interrupted by Whatshername coming to ask me how to turn the hot water back on. Showed her where the valve was, and explained to her, that when the valve handle is parallel to the pipe…it means the water is flowing, and when the valve handle is perpendicular to the pipe…it means that the water is not flowing.

A big smile crept across her face, almost as if to say…

“so THAT’S how it works!!! Clever!!!”

Yep…people are actually and indeed…quite clever.

Go figure.

Ya’ll go have a good weekend or something.

^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^

cYa | cFa

^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^

*******

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤

Anatomy Of A Hat Trick

Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…

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*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*

The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…

Legs Funny As Fuck DM in the week

So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 1

You’ll notice mention of…

hackmann

*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a Fed Ora…*

… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 2

*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*

I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 3

*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 4

InaneOut

*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 5

*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*

In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 6

… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 7

…And words and pictures…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 8

Capno…

capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.

andycapp_1903

*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*

…Cap as in… ‘O Captain, My Captain‘…

words-and-ideas

…Some Double Dutch because synchronicity is a bit of an ‘incomprehensible language’… Quite shambolic, actually…

Double Dutch nog = yet

… And some modern slang… For Da Yoof!

Raphy top definition

Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 9

Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 10

… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 11

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…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…

… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…

Friday Post Work Cade and Roob convo 12

*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*

Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…

fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos “god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron “gift” (from PIE root *do- “to give”).

And have a Song 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: Never Brainz Butt It Pores…

I saw a newspaper story yesterday, Dear Reader. I meant to mention it to Cade, but I forgot…

They might look like props from a low-budget horror film, but these mysterious slimy brain-like blobs are in fact colonies of hundreds of tiny creatures.

The pond-dwelling jellies were recently spotted for the first time in Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada, when they were exposed by low water levels.

The creatures, known as bryozoans, have been around for hundreds of millions of years, long before the first dinosaurs walked the Earth.

And now, it appears, they are spreading – but scientists are unsure why.

Fortunately, he’s sent through a missive, set out below…

*No it doesn’t, Clicky…*

*Yeah, okay, there are some of those… *

*******

Considering the singular nature of all this duality crap is giving me a headache. Anyone got any Tylenol?

Maybe some Ibuprofen?

Although, Ibuprofen will tear the shit out of my stomach. But my headache will be gone.

 That's fucked up.

That said, I wonder if there is any tugging or pulling going on there? I mean like, because of whatever is in that Ibuprofen. It’s got aspirin in it. Aspirin comes from trees. Trees have this springy tuggy kind of action to them. But let’s talk about Tanin. Or Tannin. Then I can bring up “vit D” whatever in the fuck that is, cause someone mentioned it somewhere recently.

😀

^UMEK – Stealth Your Past (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

I skipped the obvious shit, and looked for something arcane or unrelated, and I found this…

Osteopenia Dx for vit D labs

That led me on one of my wild goose chases, in search of rabbits…wasscally or otherwise…

Osteopenia

“Osteopenia occurs more frequently in participants in non-weight-bearing sports like bicycling or swimming than in participants in weight-bearing sports like powerlifting and running, since bone-loading exercise tends to protect or possibly increase bone mineral density.”

Hmmm...

Get yo fat ass off the bike or outta the pool, and lift some weights you worthless scumbag!

Disordered Eating

Gonna pass on that meal (no pun intended).

Dual-Energy X-ray Absorptiometry

Gonna pass on that deal. But that does get me to thinking a bit about…erm…results. Most medical doctors that I’ve encountered are a shade…conservative.

Unless you are are bleeding out of your eyes, and the doctor is able to jam some cotton-balls in there to stem the bleeding…your particular diagnosis may take some time. Sure, sometimes doctors can nail something right off the bat, and treat it with ease. But do these situations tend to make us feel at ease? Or uneasy? We went in for some trite but unusual situation, and we expected the doctor to diagnose us with full-body cancer and give us less than 24 hours to live.

Yet with the unknowns, we’ll endure barrage after barrage of tests and testing just to put our mind at ease. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I kinda do, but let’s let this one sit for a while, and let’s think on it.

Is that good for you?

^deadmau5 & Wolfgang Gartner – Animal Rights^

Cade: Dad, why are fathers called fathers?

Dad: Because we’ve been father in life than our children.

Cade: Ah. Makes sense.

Dad: It does?

Cade: Yes. But I’ll never have kids.

Dad: Why is that?

Cade: Because you said that I’m too much of a screwup to ever have anyone interested in marrying me.

Dad: You don’t have to me married to have children.

Cade: You don’t?

Dad: Nope.

Cade: Hmmmmm

^Frost – Relocate^

It’s September 1st.

It’s 2017.

It’s 16:33.

Nice sky outside.

It's deep.

^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^

Been thinking a lot about blood lately, and it’s color. Not red…yellow. Melanin has been bouncing around again here and there lately, and as it would happen, it came up in conversation. That got me to thinking about moles. But that’s not where the conversation went.

What I started thinking about, was energy and energies in the more “scientific” senses or definitions. If there is more than one way in, there are more than one ways out. And with respect to melanin, I got to thinking about some thoughts I’ve had with respect to uranium being a “kicker” of sorts for life. If we follow the trail, everything is going to show up on life’s radar at some point. But where that led me, was to this “source” and “matrix” kinds of thinking.

That led me to moles. I personally have one, and I only have one. There’s going to be more to it than that. Spin without direction, contextually, isn’t going to help us. Not as long as we are looking, and certainly not where we are looking, nor how we are looking.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

That has me thinking a bit about listening. But let’s go somewhere else where we can think…k?

We’re gonna have to talk about nerves at some point, and currently, I’m getting on my own nerves.

^Kalki – Varanasi (Official Music Video)^

Lessee what I can talk about today. Other than myself of course.

Got to see some awesome contrails late last evening. Was gonna make a video and/or take some pictures, but it was too dark and would not have come out. LOADS of moisture in the air, even tho there were no clouds, and as a result, loads of contrails to the west.

D/FW airport has a VOR, and as a result, lots of airways crisscross right over the top of D/FW Airport. There were some cool ones and big ones last night (contrails, that is)…but there was one in particular as I was watching that had a wicked 90° hook in it, where the aircraft had come in from the southeast, and turned almost directly west after crossing over the airport. Hence, I went and grabbed my camera to make a video. The hook really stood out amongst all of the other contrails that were lingering, as these were almost all “more straight” lines crisscrossing each other.

VHF Omnidirectional Range

Instrument Landing System Localizer (Redirected from Localizer)

Instrument Landing System Localizer (Redirected from Glideslope)

X Marks The Spot.

^deadmau5 & Feed Me @ BBC Radio 1 Residency (06 JULY 2017) [PART 7]^

The other day, I was out taking some pictures of the post-Harvey sky, because the clouds were simply too beautiful not to share. As I wandered out into the front yard, and while tinkering with my camera…I hear…

Neighbor: Hi!

Cade: Well hello there!

Neighbor: What are you doing?

Cade: I’m just taking some pictures of this beautiful sky. Stunning isn’t it?

Neighbor: Wow…that is pretty. Ya know…I’ve been out running for an hour now, and I just realized I’ve not looked up even once.

Cade: Welp…you outta look up every once in a while. Never know what you might see. 😉

Neighbor: I guess so.

Cade: Welp…I’m gonna grab some pics real quick before these clouds go away. Nice talking to ya. 🙂

Neighbor: OK…bye.

She lives two doors down, and is a teacher. I’ve only talked to her once before, but she’s really nice, and has engaged me in conversation both times I’ve talked with her. She’s got three sons that are about the same age as my three children, is divorced, and her boyfriend sorta lives with her. Never spoke with him and only seen him a coupla times. Prolly a nice guy tho. Her kids are nice, she’s nice, so I assume he is also nice. That gets me to thinking tho.

X Marks The Spot.

^OCULA – Ingrained^

Do we really want to know our neighbors? Or is that too much of a risky investment that prolly will go sour at some point? Or do we just want to tell them what they can and can’t do? This IS…our kingdom, afterall. Anything that encroaches upon, or may encroach upon, our kingdom, must be stopped…and it must be stopped now. So…

sorry

…ain’t gonna finish that thought. My stomach just knotted up at traveling that pathway. Tired of punching…tired of being punched…tired of undenting dents.

Q: Is a fender on a car dented prior to an accident?

A: Food for thought.

P.S. – Your neightbor may not want to know you (dessert for thought).

^Kayve – Cervos^

Yesterday…I wandered out front to check the weather and dig in the rocks in the driveway…when suddenly…a car appeared in the street…driving my way…I recognized it…waved…and it pulled up in front of the house…and stopped in the street. So…I walked out that way, and the window on the passenger-side started to drop…

Cade: Well hello there.

X Mom-N-Law: Hi!

Cade: How are you?

X Mom-N-Law: I’m fine how are you?

Cade: Not bad. How was Oregon and/or South Dakota?

X Mom-N-Law: …

I’m gonna stop the convo there, because it’s private. Just glad she is home safely.

I did learn that my ex-aunt-law, is not doing so well, which made me sad, and it makes me sad to think of it now. I also learned, that her husband is retired…I did not know this. He was a Sunflower and Soybean farmer, and also owns like a 2,000/3,000 acre hunting ranch up there that one of their daughters run. I think it’s mostly Pheasant. I dunno…I guess he either sold most of his land, or pays someone to work his lands, or sub-lets it and someone else works it or something. Anyway…it was nice to talk to my x-mo-n-la.

^No Mana – Slow Motion^

Q: Why is space black?

A: !!!

No light? Hmmm….

Q: What happens when you take every color there is, and mix them together?

A: Black.

I was talking to someone yesterday, and the topic of prisms came up. As we talked, “my” equation was buzzing around in my head, as was Pi. Namely…Sopi…something that I had thought of just recently. It’s gotten me to thinking about how Pi is less about circles, other shapes and even math, than it is about motion. What am I getting at here?

Calculation.

This is prolly gonna be a sticky topic, because both time and work are gonna have to be pondered here, which means that math and shapes are gonna also have to be considered.

So…let’s do it the easy way…color(s) + sound(s).

^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

Google search – How Many Colors Are There?

Computer - 16,777,216

“They have shown that we can see about 1000 levels of light-dark, 100 levels of red-green, and 100 levels of yellow-blue for a single viewing condition in a laboratory. This means that the total number of colors we can see is about 1000 x 100 x 100 = 10,000,000 (10 million).”

How many colours exist in this world?

Color Depth

What I’ve been thinking about, is this recurring “88” business here and there over the past few years, and the more eccentric meanings behind this number.

Welp…88 is as important as any other number…because without 1-87?…we would have no 88. So…what I’ve been pondering for a while now is the correlation between light, gravity, strings, and quantum mechanics. This means we cannot leave out Newtonian nor Relativistic thinking, because we are talking about light.

Where this is gonna get sideways, is my postulation that light and/or photons, can stop completely/have no speed at all. If you stop blaming our Sun/Sol…and ONLY our Sun/Sol, for all light that we see/perceive, we can think maybe about energy and energies that are more aggregated that we give credit for.

So yeah…were about to walk the path of lasers and reflection and refraction…and THEN…we’re gonna wind that prism created rainbow right back up and send it on it’s merry way.

^Public Enemy-Fight The Power^

What has puzzled me, is what is actually going on within a prism that is bending a beam of light at 90° and producing a rainbow on the other side.

What I came up with, is that there has GOT to be some shit going on between A and B that is being missed…and not just some angle. There HAS to be a back and forth, and up and down, and side to side, and every fucking whichaway going on there to unravel, dethread/rethread and unwind that light.

Yeah…strings are gonna have to be more dynamic than just “strings” or even “strings with stings”. Contextually, sometimes anyway, these strings are prolly gonna need to make some unusual shapes to travel to wherever it is they want to go…ESPECIALLY if it’s somewhere they don’t want to go. So…let’s talk about heat for a minute.

^Pop Will Eat Itself – X, Y & Zee^

I’ve mentioned that “The Universe” is prolly well versed and well rehearsed in the nature of burns and burning. What The Universe is NOT well versed in?

You.

Kindof a…”getting to know you” thing going on here as best as I can tell. Were it not so, I prolly wouldn’t be allergic to this place. Anyway, there is prolly no element that we know of that prolly cannot assume any shape at any time under the correct contextual circumstances. There is also prolly no limit to the amount of mass that a particular element cannot achieve…contextually. So…let’s hop over Einstein’s postulation that approaching the speed of light will cause that particular something to achieve infinite mass.

A: Strings

Prolly either gonna dial that speed back…or give it a poke to “push it over the hump”…if you will. Prolly gonna need to think about branes here. Branes not brains. I have none of the latter, and the former is still under peer review (I am my own peer…I hope I pass).

^Upular | Pogo^

So I’m thinking about the number of transactions that are required, to unwind a photon.

Q: What happens to a photon once it is unwound?

A: Bubbles.

That’s my thinking. If you keep water in mind, then think about rainbows, then stop limiting the size of particles and particulate, then stop limiting speed and speeds, then stop limiting proximate and contextual origins and longevities…we can prolly figure out why black holes are so goddamn…black.

It's not all about speed.

SOMETHING has to be keeping those speeds in check. What better way, to measure speed…than…infinite speed(s). That will allow for every speed in between….so yeah…colors and sounds. I get the feeling that silence is actually rather fucking loud, and it has a tendency to block the shit out of some stuff, and not so much to others.

Q: How loud is pain?

A: ...

Q: How loud is joy?

A: ...

^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^

What I grasped at yesterday during the course of mine and Roob’s conversation was/is…

88 permutations of light between 1° and 90° within the prism. This is based on a 7-dimensional model mathematical model, Px3/Tx4 that relies on my ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ formula to calculate any number, backwards and forwards, at the same time, using only 1’s.

It’s going to be holographic in nature with respect to displaying the requested number…but the matrix itself is nothing but infinite sets of 1’s with a zero base. There will be two zeros in the set, origin…destination, but at some point, both the origin and destination will be the same. Afterall, what we are trying to do, is calculate some really ridiculously large numbers from point A, and wind up back at A with our answer. I need my son’s formula to make this work.

Q: How much is “infinite” in this instance/these instances.

A: All the way.

Q: How much is that?

A: I dunno.

Information is heavy. It has to be. Our planet alone is touted to have of mass of God only fucking knows what…so yeah…shitloads of information there. So let’s bend an infinitely long straight line, that has infinite mass, so that it fits into a space the size of a pinhead.

Once we do that…

Q: Where does the space go?

A: I will not suggest inflation nor how it works here...not now anyway 😛

^David Bowie – Space Oddity [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

We’ve got us a beam of photons that are all connected in a chain, and coming in from Galaxtar 19…and Galaxtar 19 is on the far side of The Universe. Photon 1 arrives, passes straight through The Earth/Terra…

Q: What does Earth/Terra do 24/7?

A: It spins.

That wasn’t such a long walk now was it?

Oh…should I have used Neutrinos instead of Photons?

Just doing what I’ve been taught to do.

Iron clad and written in stone today = Sitting in a dustbin collecting space dust tomorrow.

^Morrissey – I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me^

Why I personally have been seeing for some time now, is triangles and circles working together to shear light. Imagine a large empty black space, that is fucking FULL of rainbow circles and triangles, that are bouncing around each other, keeping both of their shapes intact, while simultaneously keeping the colors themselves orderly and intact.

Q: What is keeping these shapes intact that allows them to order both themselves AND the spectrum of light?

A: The spectrum of light is more than just light, and is surrounded by all fucking KINDS of energy and energies.

What do they all have in common?

Motion. Motionlessness is STILL motion.

Relativistically…it simply has none contextually. So…if we take into consideration the speed and speeds of our planet, as well as the speed and speed of our solar system…we could be entangled with and lugging around some fucking HUGE photons that are not only actually moving quite fast, but also maybe some aggregate factors that allow smaller and more numerous photons to more easily translate and traverse this space and these spaces.

Like attract like.

Opposites attract.

Like signs repel.

The weak force(s) is/are the strongest of all.

Takes a lot of strength to not do something.

Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Sorry…just…chanting a mantra here 😉

^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^

Tis now 03:55 in the AM on Saturday September 2nd, and I’m pooped.

Plus, poor Roob had to return to work after a week’s vacation, and I don’t want to send her another monster like the last one…so…I’ll can it here.

But yeah…you can get it apart, but can you put it back together?

If so, what is the result?

Methinks Uranium has a useful function that we might be overlooking for the sake of the now.

I gots some ideas.

Let’s figure it out.

Or not.

❤

^Depeche Mode – Stripped (Kaiser Complex Reconstruction Remix)^

A parting query tho…

Q: Why do the work, when someone or something will do it for you?

A: ???

^deadmau5 – Raise Your Weapon^

 Looks like New Orleans may be out.

^Alice | Pogo^

cYa | cFa

^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^

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*Alright, Clicky… /looks at clock… Oops! It’s getting late now…/stretch and yawns… Pick us a Song to finish with…*

Enjoy your Sunday, Dear Reader and… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Ten to Three (3)

*/rolls eyes…*

I took a train into town today, Dear Reader, with Kit Kat… It’s enrollment day at college…

*Yeah, a lot of going from desk to desk to desk, Clicky, until finally…*

*It’s fucking pissing down out there… I waited until I got home… /grimace… I gotta do it all over again this afternoon with Loopy…*

*Tell me about it! But Thoughtful Man insists… They’re still our babies…*

The third and final installment of Cade’s latest missive is below. Parts one and two if you wanna catch up. Have fun, Dear Reader, and see you at the bottom 😀

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It’s cloudy today, but as of yet, still no rain. I did go look at the radar earlier, and it appears that Harvey is still stuck in the same place and just kinda hovering there. It did appear to be losing some of its shape, but not really. Plus, there was a large swath of storms moving across Kansas and Nebraska. Nebraska…now THERE’S a state we don’t hear from much in “the news”, eh? Must be that targeted regional advertising crap.

But then again, that’s why I used to have links to newspapers from each state from both large and small towns, and the same with countries all over the world. And more than that, I read them. That syndication shit has started to fuck up all the small papers/small-town papers tho 😦

I digress.

Gonna go check again and see what it looks like now. It’s 13:48.

Yeah…still kinda the same as this morning. Although I just noticed just how far east that it extends now. Deep into and across southern Louisiana, and even into southwest and south central/central Mississippi. Some big chunks of moisture coming off Harvey and headed northeasterly. Storms in Iowa and Missouri, and moving southwesterly, but seeing the moisture over The Great Lakes, and combining the motion of these two systems together, lotta cyclonic rotation there.

^Ranji & Tezla – New Ways (Original Mix)^

There’s also something going on out in The Atlantic near the South Carolina and Georgia border(s). I was just talking to my son last night about Ike. Hey! I know someone named Ike.

Hurricane Ike

Ike got me to Bertha…which is where I really wanted to go, considering that Bertha had a unique track. Hey! I dunno anyone named Bertha.

Hurricane Bertha (1996)

Bertha got me to Andrew via the 1992 hurricane season.

1992 Atlantic Hurricane Season

Here’s Andrew now. Hey! I know someone named Andrew.

Hurricane Andrew

That somehow got me to the 1986 Hurricane Season, since it appears that there was also a tropical storm named…Tropical Storm Andrew. How convenient.

1986 Atlantic Hurricane Season-Tropical Storm Andrew

But let’s cruise around the 1986 Hurricane Season for a bit, and she what is there. BLOOPS!!! I mean…SEE what is there. Not she what is there.

sí

Hey! Bonnie. There’s a Bonnie in there. Why does this name ring a bell? I mean, I know a Bonnie, but I don’t really know her. They killed her, so…yeah or something.

Hurricane Bonnie (1986)

Hey! There’s an Earl in there too! Hey! I know an Earl.

1986 Atlantic Hurricane Season-Hurricane Earl

There’s a note in there about some “Ace, TX”…I wonder what that could be all about?

Ace, Texas

Hey! There’s a Frances in there too! Hey! I know a Frances.

1986_Atlantic Hurricane Season-Hurricane Frances

There’s also something here about some “ACE Rating” or some such shit. Let’s see what in the fuck that is all about.

Accumulated Cyclone Energy

I'm a bad boy. A bad bad bad bad boy.

^Sub 6 – Ra he ya (Hi Profile & Reverse Remix)^

HEY! You know what we haven’t done in a while?

RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!

Let's do that some other time...k?

Let’sus do some mores let’sing here, and try and figure out what in the FUCK is going on there around Longview, Henderson and Nacogdoches. I had no idea Nacogdoches was spelled like that.

Na Cog.

Salt Wheel?

How bout that.

Salt Wheel/Sodium Wheel.

I wonder if that has anything to do with Grand Saline?

Grand Saline, Texas

I wonder if that has anything to do with Mineral Wells?

Mineral Wells, Texas

I wonder if that has anything to do with Paris?

Paris, Texas

I wonder if Paris has anything to do with Paris?

Paris (Disambiguation)

Learn something new every day, eh?

Oh…and nevermind that weirdness going on in my screen capture. Prolly just an aberration or some other glitch that can be easily explained away.

NOTE: I am currently spellchecking this bullshit, and Google’s Chrome browser just suggest that I change “Nacogdoches” to “Stagecoaches”.

Hmmm…stagecoach(es). Now THERE’S a word/words ya don’t hear every day!!!

^Hyperflow – Namah Shiva (Original Mix)^

You know…that reminds me. My older sister’s son? I flew him out to a fly-in/airshow at Mineral Wells Airport back in 1994 I guess it was. We had a lot of fun. He was pretty young at the time…maybe 10/11, but he handled the flying in a small plane like a champ, and loved the airshow. I got to see Bobby Younkin fly both his Beech 18 AND his Samson biplane.

Mineral Wells Airport

That gets me to thinking about flying into Paris’ airport on my first solo cross-country flight tho.

Cox Field

That’s an interesting shape there at that airport, eh?

Maria Reiche Neuman Airport (Redirected from Nazca airport)

Looks like some someones and some somethings went missing somewhere.

Cessna 208 Caravan

That’s got me to thinking about the Tyler airport, but I’m thinking more about Bobby Younkin more than anything right now.

Masters of Disaster (Redirected from Bobby Younkin)

Hmmm…it seems that something happened on July 10, 2005. Something in…

Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan

Hmmm…now where on Earth/Terra…have I heard that name “Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan” before? I think it was a movie. I think it had someone named Paul Newman in it. It also had a few other people in, and I’m betting that they had names too. May have even had names both inside AND outside their role(s) in the film. I think some fairly famous director directed this movie, but I can’t remember his name either. Maybe it’s Newman’s role in Cars that is fucking me all-kinds of up here. That’s said, I think there was someone named Billy, and I think he was from Moose Jaw.

BTW…speaking of jaws (ba da ching)…, didn’t Samson beat an entire army to death with the jawbone of an ass or something?

^Bobby Younkin Samson NX985PW 1997^

^2004 Sussex Airshow – Bobby Younkin – Twin Beech^

I think that Richard Bach fella had him one of those Cessna 337 Skymasters. I always wanted one of those. A guy that I worked for had one. It was yellow and white, or “banana and creme” if you prefer, but I never got to ride in it. It’s almost like a Cherokee 6, ‘cept completely different…I wanted one of those too. (Cherokee 6…that is). That get’s me to thinking about that P-51 that I read about Bach owning, and he said that particular airplane hated his guts from the moment they met.

lolz

But yeah…I think Richard and that aircraft parted ways here in the Dallas area somewhere. Which reminds me, I looked Richard up a few months back…and it looks like he had another incident.

😦

Sorry bout that Richard ❤

Thanks for the reads

❤

^Official – Bitmonx – Give Me Some More^

K…welp…it’s getting on in the day…15:02 now…and I got some beans to nurse.

Lots more I’d like to talk about…but I’m not gonna.

Looks like it’s getting dark outside.

Maybe Harvey is finally coming to call.

Yep…just checked radar again…and Harvey is coming into our area…from the northeast.

Now that’s just unheard of. Around here it’s unheard of anyway. NOTHING comes from the east around these parts. Lessn’ of course it’s Jesus coming back. That’s the only thing that I’ve ever heard of coming from The East, but I’ve never seen it/yet to see it/him or whatever. Anyway, what I have seen tho, is shitloads of storms.

And those come from The West.

Maybe that’s why Jesus is rumored to come from The East.

Be a hell of a thing seeing a storm coming in from The East.

At least, in this part of the world it would be anyway.

^The Calling – Ace Ventura & Vini Vici^

cYa | cFa

^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^

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So, there you go, Dear Reader. Ten pages of OD missiviness converted into three LoL posts for your enjoyment…

… I’ve gotta go catch another train, but please doo have a Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Ten to Three (2)

*Now there’s an expert at blithering idiocy, Clicky…*

Part 2 to yesterday’s Part 1 of this here missive from Cade for you now, Dear Reader. Clicky and I will meet you at the bottom. Enjoy! 😀

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Let’s get back to what I was looking for in the Buy-Bull.

Leviticus 26:19

Nope…that ain’t what I was looking for…great verse tho.

Numbers 30:2

Hmmm…welp…just, never make any vows or oaths, and you’ll be good to go and never have to get bitch-slapped for fucking up. I’m gonna get bitch-slapped for suggesting that making an oath, to never make an oath, is a good and prudent course.

Deuteronomy 31:16

Well that’s not a happy thought. Let’s keep digging.

1 Samuel 2:33

Sheesh…this is a Sunday. Ain’t there any good news? Maybe I should go to The New Testament since that’s supposedly where all the good news is.

Leviticus 11:33

I went backwards there a bit, and that’s more along the lines of what I was thinking about/looking for, but that’s still not it. That said, lots to think about there with respect to cookware and/or flatware/silverware, eh? I mean…these days? Fuckit…break out the Dawn dish detergent. I’m sick and tired of following these rules, fucking up, then having to do it all over again. THIS IS INSANITY!!! But I digress.

Jeremiah 18

Yeah…some synchronistic kinda “synchy” or “syncy” or “stinky” or whatever kind of bullshit going on there. And that’s pretty much what I was looking for. I mean, isn’t “the bad news” still good news? Like your parents telling you to get your shit together. Hell, or even you telling your own damn self to get your shit together.

I don’t mind rules and regulations, nor even their application. What I don’t like tho, is this presumption of fairness and justice if you, who wrote these rules and regulations, are also applying them to others. Maybe there’s one more verse that can come in handy here…

Leviticus 26:36

Not exactly what I was thinking about, but it'll do.

^Morten Granau & Emok – 3rd Eye^

Nobody wants to become irrelevant. Especially if you’ve spent your life striving to become relevant. I guess that’s why I prefer to try and be patient and let things develop. And don’t tell me

“that’s because you are a spineless pussy who is afraid to make decisive decisions because of potential consequences, and the guilt you’ll feel for making those decisions/being decisive.”

Hmm…making a decision, to let others make their own decisions. YEP!!! You nailed it. No decision has been made.

Here’s the thing…I can make decisions the live long day. The problem is, that if you don’t do your own thinking, my decision may not make sense to you. Especially if it’s one of those pertinent and timely decisions. I have no problem taking the heat for a bad decision. I make decisions all the time and many, if not most of them, are prolly bad ones.

^Ranji – Can’t See – Official^

If we come to a crossroads and you don’t know which way to go, and you ask me “which way?”

… and I point and say “thataway”…

and you respond with “why that way?”

…my response is prolly gonna be…

A: Can we talk about that on the way/en route? We really need to get moving.

Yep. Decision making is not easy. But I’ll do it. I’ll make it. Unless you want to.

I’m kinda cautious like that.

Just think of myself.

Which means I’m thinking of you.

How selfish of me...eh?

^Captain Hook & Astrix – Bungee Jump (by JJc)^

So…in the previous whatever turned missive, there was a picture of someone’s foot, and the owner of that someone’s foot had been struck by lightning. There were some marks on that someone’s foot that reminded me of Shingles. Not that I’ve ever had random patches just appear, start bleeding, then get all scabby or anything…but yeah…made me think of Shingles.

Speaking of shingles…lotta homes around here being re-shingled lately. We did have all that hail sometime back, and it was indeed a heavy hail that included large hailstones, so yeah…prolly a lot of roof/shingle damage, but I’ll get on with it.

What really interested me about that pic, other than the Shingles looking “wound”, was the epidermis/skin on the person’s foot. Lots of ridges and ring-looking folds within and on the surface of the skin, which gets me to thinking not only about that, but also the connective tissues.

Q: I wonder if this person wears shoes and/or socks all the time?

A: ?¿?

Not assuming this person’s footware preferences or anything, but the were out hiking. So…prolly boots…which means prolly also some heavy-assed socks.

Q: I wonder if this person removes shoes and/or socks immediately upon resting?

A: ?¿?

Just been thinking about the demands that we put on our bodies by sitting in various chairs for lengthy periods of time. If you are then expected, or choose, to go do some vigorous and/or strenuous physical activity to make up for sitting on your ass all day…there might be some shit going on there we hadn’t considered.

Think not only footwear changes, but also the positional associations and compensatory thinking with respect to equalization(s).

^Astrix & Avalon – Moonshine ᴴᴰ^

Hyde teh hookses...fishez si smartzer den u tinx dey iz be.

Cantz gets no nibbullz on no lewurez wif hookz been vizabull.

Cantz gets no fishez wif no nibbuls.

Cantz gets no foodz a(n)/door no moniez wif no fishez.

Needz mo'betta hookzes.

^Symphonix – Sexual Distortion – Official^

Booyah…Pad…Crasher…Frog.

I bet you can really slay the hawgs with a lure like that.

(sorry...southern fishing parlance)

Not that I’ve been fishing in a while, but I did used to fish quite a bit. Then, it got to be a hassle. Not to me, to others who wanted to go fishing. They’re always like…

“Man!!! I had no idea that fishing was so complex and so much work!!!”

Welp, why wouldn’t it be?

If you think about all of the people that had to work their asses off to make all that fishing tackle and boats and gasoline and roads to get there, and shit like that just so you can go work your ass off to have fun. Then, once you have your head wrapped around that, your head may not cave in when you think about all the shit it took to create the lake, the structure(s) that support and surround it, the water itself, the fish you are trying to catch, all the shit they need to catch so that they can grow up big and strong so you can in turn catch them…

yeah...it's a lot of work.

I have no idea what any of that means, nor what any of that means to you. But what I DO know, is that whatshername just knocked on my door, and then asked me if I would cook a pot of beans for dinner, and can I have them ready by 5:30/17:30. It’s 13:05 now, so, looks like I have some work ahead of me.

^Class A – Its Only Dreams^

Ever get the feeling that this “Moon Landing Hoax” business is nothing more than a clever attempt by certain people hinting as to the question of why we are not traveling to The Moon/going back to The Moon? I mean like…keeping “The Moon” and/or moon-travel in people’s minds.

Q: Who gets to go?

A: ...

There’s an answer. Dunno if it was the answer you were looking for, but it’s definitely an answer. Let’s ask it a different way…

Q: Who gets to go to bed tonight without a broken arm or severed hand because they got caught stealing?

A: ...

You really wanna travel that path? Me neither.

Don’t me wrong, I love space travel. But if I cannot travel freely in my own world without hindrance, what are we missing? And this ain’t just about me. There’s fucktons of people like me with not much and nowhere to take it.

Freedom of Movement Under United States Law

Something’s gotten sideways here. You can’t legislate something that doesn’t exist, as if this legislation will make it so. If people were exercising good judgement prior to this law/these laws being created, these laws would be unnecessary. What makes you think they are going to follow them now? Didn’t someone lose?

It’s a pickle…no doubt about it. But squeezing an extra one in or taking one out ain’t gonna change anything except the obvious. Something else is going on here.

Or maybe not.

We’ll see.

Or not.

^Official – Morten Granau – Fuzzy Monkey^

X: It’s about time.

Cade: It always is.

X: No…I meant, it’s about time that you acknowledged my desire to talk.

Cade: It always is.

0: What does THAT mean?

Cade: I dunno. Was just thinking about layers and layering there.

Z: Still wanna go dig in the rocks do ya?

Cade: Would be nice. Dunno where I’d do it tho.

T: I’m thinking that a pool of quicksand might be a good place to start.

Cade: Now that’s just not nice.

T: Never know. Might be something down there.

Cade: Yeah…me.

B: At least there would be rocks down there.

Cade: The ones in my head? Can’t I just…stay up here and we can skip that part?

Z: Skipping around pools of quicksand sounds dangerous.

Cade: …

0: He, (“Cade”), is laughing uncontrollably right now btw. Just…FYI. Give him a second or two to recover. He’s picturing stumbling across a pool of quicksand, and then suddenly, your first instinct is to start skipping around it.

Cade: Where in the FUCK am I going to find a pool of quicksand, and assuming that I do find a pool of quicksand, will it be posted with “NO SKIPPING” signs?

X: Maybe.

T: That makes no sense.

Cade: lolz…but it’s funny.

T: I’ll give ya that.

Cade: What about a pool of quicksand.

T: Yer on your own (ba da ching)

Cade: (wah wah wah)

X: …

0: …

B: Don’t look at me.

A: …

L: …

Z: Don’t ask me.

G: …

Cade: So…to prevent the assumed necessity to proceed further with that list…no one would just…throw me a rope?

X: How much rope do you already have.

Cade: Only what I need.

X: Isn’t that enough?

Cade: Sorry…I though you pack of miscreants wanted to talk about this.

X: I don’t like where the conversation went.

T: Me either.

0: I…

Cade: OK OK…I get it…they get it…we all get it…I’ll stay away from the quicksand pool(s).

X: Assuming that you can.

Cade: Welp, there’s a headline that you don’t see anymore. “MAN DROWS IN QUICKSAND!!!”

Z: That would assume that there is a witness.

A: In your case, it does anyway.

Cade: I’m just wondering about the quicksand. I mean, no one ever asks.. “where did all the quicksand go?”…do they?

X: I’m not answering that.

Cade: Welp, it does move nicely into that thought/those thoughts that I had about alcohol absorption into the bloodstream.

X: And what was that?

Cade: Basically? Spin.

Z: But that’s not all…is it?

Cade: Nope. Never is.

0: Why do you think that is?

Cade: Funny that you would ask. I’m still operating under the premise that I must be needed somewhere for something, otherwise, I wouldn’t be traveling this path.

G: Lot’s to think about there, eh?

Cade: I dunno.

B: Whadda ya mean…”you don”t know?”

Cade: I dunno.

T: Good answer.

0: Agreed-ish.

Cade: I wonder what THAT means? (yawn)

X: You getting tired or something?

Cade: Nope. Just reading into some things there.

Z: Not always a good idea.

Cade: But how would I know, until, unless, and when, I know?

X: Is that an official question?

Cade: No…because I already know the answer.

A: And what is…”the answer”…in that particular case?

Cade: I don’t know.

Z: Good answer.

Cade: …

^Tropical Bleyage – Mala^

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*Ah huh… That’s the hiker’s foot that Cade mentions, Clicky… /cocks head inquisitively…*

*…YeEsss… This is the footer… /rolls eyes… Oh for fuck sake! Better roll some rock out for us then, Clicky…*

Dear Reader, we hope you can join us tomorrow for the third and final installment of this missive from the Text Us Okie Devil. Join us then and… Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Ten to Three (1)

Dear Reader, last August Bank Holiday Monday, I was still looking into the bathroom scenes of The Shining: Forwards/\Backwards, but Clicky mentioned that ‘the bank is now open‘…

*Good Song choice, Clicky… /lights up…*

Yesterday, I took some time out to watched a couple of movies…

*I kinda liked it, but yeah, not really… /puffs…*

*To be honest, Clicky, I enjoyed that more… /deep drag… but then I’m not into GoT…*

I was surprised to see the same name appear in the credits of both movies. I’d seen that name earlier this week – there was a social media kerfuffle involving his wife and a visit to a vault during the US total eclipse…

*I wonder if Lefties pay money to go see his films? …/stubs butt…*

Cade has very kindly sent through a new missive. It’s ten pages long…

… So, Dear Reader, I’ve split it into three parts for your, and my enjoyment. See ya at the bottom ❤

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Lessee here... 



Now...where, did we leave off?

Hmmmm. I can’t remember. Can you?

No?

Anything you wanna talk about?

No?

Welp…that being the case then…I guess it leaves no alternative, but to talk about…something…that you may not be interested in. Although! You might.

Why?

Because you didn’t express an interest in talking about anything in particular. Which means you wanna talk about nothing. So let’s talk about just that…nothing. So yeah…The Voynich Manuscript.

^Video Re-track of Foetus/Wiseblood’s “Motorslug”^

The video above is cool. It’s really neato that someone took the time to save and share a piece of musical history. For those who are unaware, “video-bars” and “video rooms” in clubs and bars were kinda popular in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. Mainly because, they played videos from groups that were not aired on MTV or anywhere else.

Oh sure, MTV dedicated 2 hours to “alternative music” on Sunday nights on their “120 Minutes” show, but you prolly weren’t gonna hear much from the fringes. These are bands that received no airplay on radio. Many of them did everything themselves, had their own record labels, did all their own….everything. This made artwork important. Hell…they’re artists.

But yeah, buying an album because of the cover and the artwork, and the name of the band, and the name of the album, and the names of the songs, all from a band you never heard of, and neither had anyone else. Metallica’s album Kill Em’ All was prolly the first album I personal bought without knowing who the hell they were, but I digress.

Here’s a better quality audio version of the same song.

^Wiseblood – Motorslug^

So back to video bars and rooms, yeah…VJs. I wonder where that phrase originated? Think of it like this…

Q: Why are music videos so popular?

A: Live

You find a band and/or so that you REALLY like…

Q: What is “Step 2?”

A: Seeing them live.

I personally am kind of wishy-washy in that regard, because many groups that I listened to in the mid-1980’s to early 1990’s had broken the mold. There may only be 1 or 2 guys making all that music, and they were still trying to figure out how to play live along the lines of how commercialization had steered the perceptions of what a live performance should be.

Howard Jones is the first person that springs to mind with me, because as I understand it, it was just Howard, on-stage alone with a shitload of keyboards, end of story. Not a popular thing for a bunch of kids who were raised in the 1960’s/1970’s, who were paying hard-earned money to go see some razzle-dazzle and craziness.

Q: Would you pay to see someone live, if it was just them playing a piano on-stage?

A: ???

What if it were Billy Joel? Elton John?

^KMFDM “Murder My Heart” Official Music Video^

Q: Why do you think that plastic(s) last so long?

A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep…I’m gonna go there. I mean, I brought up cell-division in the previous whatever turned missive…so…let’s talk about age.

^BODY COUNT – Raining In Blood / Postmortem 2017 (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^

So…someone(s) I know, mentioned something about cell-division, along the lines of…

“you know…the very first organism that ever divided, may in fact, still be creeping around Earth/Terra.”

Kind of a heavy thought, eh? I mean, especially with all of this bullshit about “searching for The God Particle” and all that, not to mention a lot of the stuff surrounding the dividing and divisions within religion(s) and philosophy(s). Talk about some long division. That’s some long motherfucking DIVISIONS there. But let’s digress a bit, and get back to that thought of maybe why plastics are around for so long.

Plastic(s) are made from…

Oil(s) and petroleum(s) are "decayed/decaying organic matter" that is fucking LOADED with bacteria(s).

Welp…that covers that, eh?

So long!!!

Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!

^BODY COUNT – Institutionalized (Official Music Video)^

NOTE: The song above is fucking hilarious. It’s always been hilarious, but this is a remake, and Ice-T did a fucking INCREDIBLE job in remaking it. gj…well played.

OK…so back to Voynich. Are you sure that it reads front to back?

What about back to front?

What about…back to front THEN front to back?

What about back to middle AND front to middle?

What about middle to back AND middle to front?

What about placing the book on it’s cover, as if you were going to read it back to front, but first turned it 90° to the right? 90° to the left?

What if the two missing books contained a marker or markers that pointed to a specific place/page to start?

What if there are MULTIPLE clues, and that the book has to be turned MULTIPLE times and viewed from MULTIPLE angles from MULTIPLE perspectives in order to be able to start to understand this book and why it exists at all.

Meaning, maybe there are MULTIPLE solutions, up to, and including, no solution at all/none to be had. Quite a dynamic planet we have here. Lot’s more than just us here.

Lots to think about there. Lots of people and stuff has surrounded that book for a long time now. The Earth/Terra has spun for a long time during that time. Lots of wheels to consider. Then again, maybe I had it right the first time, and there’s nothing to solve.

Maybe it’s already been solved, and someone is just being tight-lipped about it “for security purposes”.

(lolz)

!!!CONSPIRACY!!!

Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!

^Sepultura – Refuse/Resist [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

Just thinking, with respect to time, that “bacteria” are fucking everywhere. Our environment is loaded with the shit. We’re loaded with the shit. Our food is loaded with the shit. Our shit is loaded with the shit. This shit is EVERYWHERE!!!

But that gets me to thinking about pretexts and qualifications. Take the following video, for example. There’s a bit in the video where Slash is standing outside of a church, playing his guitar, and he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Even tho my father and many relatives smoked, WE were always taught that people that smoking were fucking idiots and morons. This was confusing. But as a result, we bought into it since we ourselves, as kids, did not smoke.

I mean, we did, but let's stay on topic here.

The point is, that we looked at EVERYONE differently. “A” smoked, and “B” did not. We were encourage to look up to those that did NOT smoke. Which means that when we found out that “B” did in fact smoke, but hid that fact from everyone…We were SHOCKED.

Shattered.

Devastated.

Have heart citizen. Good news is coming.

Yeah…even after all that depressing shit.

^Guns N’ Roses – November Rain^

Genesis 32:22-31

That’s a good one…but where I was going with “the upside” from the previous paragraph was/is more along the lines of…

Exodus 9:9

Nope…that’s not it either. Although…that “fine dust” that is spread everywhere and causes festering boils on people and animals does have a “Morgellon’s” kind of ring to it.

Hmmm...sidetracked I have become.

Unexpected this is. Nah…just fucking wit ya. I get sidetracked all the fucking time. Sidetracked is my milieu. So yeah…that wasn’t what I was looking for either…

HOLY FUCK!!!! ROFL and LOLZ!!!

Sorry, I really am laughing my head off here. I was just typing away on that previous thought, when the following song starting playing in my playlist. I started laughing like an idiot, because I had just read that bit in Genesis about Jacob wrestling with God…and suddenly…I realize that I am hearing…

“Take…on…me….”

“Take…me…on…”

lolz

^a-ha – Take On Me (Official Video)^

So yeah…that’s kinda how Synchronicity works. But not really. That’s just a single personal experience, that was convenient enough to share, so I did. To me, synchronicity doesn’t “work”…it is, or it isn’t. It’s personal. It’s always and forever…personal. Some, galactic street sign that you, for whatever reason, needed to see or hear or experience in some way. To qualify it is your job and no one else’s.

Think of it like this…I personally do not know whether there is a God and or God(s) or Demons or Angels or Ghosts or any shit like that. HOWEVER…this planet that I was born on? There are motherfucking SHITLOADS of people that do. There are FUCKTONS of stories through the ages of all of that bullshit and more. So…why discount it?

Don't ask me, I dunno either.

I do know this, the more that I think about the audacity of certain religious groups in their predictions and prophecies and estimations and guesstimations, the angrier I get. Not everyone is a Christian. I know I sure as shit ain’t. The only person that I know of that was ever “Christ-Like”…was Christ.

Food for thought.

And for the record…life, and it’s propensity to continuance, is our first clue. Hells Bells…it’s our ONLY fucking clue. Can’t find clues if you aren’t alive.

The rest…

we just gotta kinda…

make it up as we go.

^Billy Paul – Me And Mrs. Jones^

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My holiday is now over, Dear Reader. I’m back to work tomorrow…

*I wonder if the office was busy, Clicky… /lights up… Apparently teachers didn’t get paid last week… /puffs… Phew! Not down to me…*

… But come back anyway for the second installment of wholesome missiveness from The Okie Devil. And… Have a Song 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: Two Step

*Interesting, Clicky, but to be honest I was thinking more about dance…*

two-step (n.) dance style, 1893, from two + step (n.); so called for the time signature of the music (as distinguished from the three-step waltz). But as the positions taken by the dancers involved direct contact, it was highly scandalous in its day and enormously popular.

A certain Division of an Auxiliary gave a dance not long since. I went and looked on. What did they dance? Two-step, two-step and two-step. How did they dance? When we used to waltz, we clasped arms easily, took a nice, respectable position, and danced in a poetry of motion.

Now, girls, how do you two-step? In nine cases out of ten the dear girl reposes her head on the young man’s shoulder, or else their faces press each other. He presses her to his breast as closely as possible, and actually carries her around.

Disgraceful? I should say so. Do you wonder at the ministers preaching on dancing as a sin, when it looks like this to a woman like myself who believes in dancing and has danced all her life? Mothers, as you love your girls, forbid them to dance after this manner. [letter in the ladies’ section of “Locomotive Engineers’ Monthly Journal,” March 1898]

To the Two Step may be accredited, serious injury to the Waltz, awkward and immodest positions assumed in round dancing, also as being a prominent factor in overcrowding the profession and causing a general depression in the business of the legitimate Master of Dancing. [“The Director,” March 1898]

*Oh is that how that’s done… What about the other one?*

*Okay… Are there any dances where the woman leads, Clicky? I’m meant to be leading this missive…*

Traditionally, the male dance partner is the Lead and the female dance partner is the Follow, though this is not always the case, such as in Schottische danced in the Madrid style where women lead and men follow.

*Hmm… I’ll just get on with it…*

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Sup dickheads and non-dickheads?!?!?!?

Roob is driving today.

Yeah...you heard right...RooBeeDoo is driving today. 😉

Outside of this here paragraph, which is being written @ 00:41 CST on Friday August 25th of 2017, Roob is gonna call the shots on this here whatever turned missive.

I mainly thought I would go ahead and write a bit because there is a song that I am listening to that I really like, and I want to share it. But it should also clear my head a bit, and will hopefully let me sit back, shut up, and let her do her thing.

I have no idea what she is planning/thinking about. Only mentioned via a Twitter convo that maybe a new missive is in order/on order, and she expressed an idea that I’ll not mention here. This is exciting!!!

^Ranji – Speed of sound^

I failed with the first paragraph and shutup thing. Was watching YouTube, and they ruined it.

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In… the …hood.

1 hood down…1 hood to go.

You hoods will be good to go after that.

Or maybe you got that hood covered.

^BAIT BIKE IN THE HOOD PRANK^

And not to leave anything undone…let’s travel to…LUNN-DUNN!!!

^BAIT BIKE PRANK in LONDON^

Let’s throw some meat to hungry dogs, and see what they do.

Let’s open a loophole in the law, and see who pours through.

Let’s open a bottle, half for me and some for you.

Let’s kill us a kitten, just to hear its last…mew.

^Phaxe & Morten Granau – Beatless^

Tis now Friday. Like…later Friday.

Meaning, Roob has slept and awoken, and so I have I.

Changes have changed.

This will go wherever it does.

^UnderCover – Chapati^

While we are let’sing, let’s think about electrical impulses. Yeah. Them those ‘lectrical impulses in your brain-sack and body-sack(s) and shit like that.

Hiker survives lightning strike that blasted his clothes off. https://t.co/mZSgE5hZqD

— The Associated Press (@AP) August 25, 2017

What does that pic have me thinking of? Welp…Shingles of course. What else would I be thinking of?

Shingles

What’s not kinda fair about these pics? Everyone is different. Which makes me think of something…

Q: What’s fair about doctors?

A: (are you gonna try and tell me...they are all...<gulp>...different?)

I mean, if you have the cash and/or a good enough insurance plan that allows “a second opinion”…and that second opinion turns out to be more favorable…did the doctor give the answer you were looking for? Or did they get it right and the first doctor got it wrong? This assumes a difference in opinion between doctors…which we with experience KNOW … never … fucking … EVAR …happens. 😉

What about the patient? Is their opinion REALLY not important? You doctors wouldn’t have a fucking job of the “patient” didn’t exist…right? Are we really to assume that patients are dumb? Can’t learn? When did doctors cease being teachers? Are you teaching you patients to be dependent on you? Or to depend on you, you, you and only you? Because, we could prolly suddenly make a case for “addictive behaviors and practices” here, not to mention some narcissistic and/or co-dependence, not to mention Borderline Personality Disorder.

Maybe it’s time for “the patient” to treat the doctor(s)?

Lemme give ya hand with that doc.

^Love and Rockets – Mirror People ’88^

So yeah…’lectricity in the body. Someone gets zapped by an excessive amount of this shit…seems like all it wants to do is to get out. Thinking about spin(s) and field generation, maybe that’s how these fields around us get generated. Ya can’t suddenly get all uppity and say that the body is no longer chemical and electrical just because we now know that we have these fields hovering around us 24/7.

So…what are those methods of getting something into the human body?

Absorption

Inhalation

Ingestion

Injection

Let's travel that 5th path...shall we?

COMBO MOVE(S)!!!

Since all require absorption, let’s use this opportunity to talk about spin. I’m gonna think speed here, which means we are going to talk about friction, which means we are talking about heat.

Since we are talking about heat…that means we are talking about heat regulation. If we are talking about heat regulation, that means we are going to be talking also about moisture at the same time.

But getting back to heat…that means we are going to be talking about Asbestos, Glycol(s) and Lithium. That’ll get us to salts, crystals/crystalline(s), fiberglass and carbon-fiber kinds of shit, which will get us to think about insulation and…null.

Yep. Null. If we are talking about heat, friction, and spin…we are talking about time. If we are talking about time, that means we are talking about times and timings. That means we must include null and null timings.

Q: How important is time, times, and timing(s) with respect to cell-division?

A: Yeah...I went there.

^Hilight Tribe – Free Tibet (Vini Vici Remix)^

bis

vision

minge

pudendum

pud

amiable

Can't remember where I was going with this, because I got sidetracked.

^Vini Vici & Tristan & Avalon – Colors^

Roob has asked me for what I have.

Not going to elaborate.

Here it comes.

cYa | cFa

^Armin van Buuren vs Vini Vici feat. Hilight Tribe – Great Spirit (Extended Mix)^

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Dear Reader, I was going to write a post about the boys’ birthday (went okay) and their GCSE results (got what they wanted), but I’ve actually spent the last couple of days in conversation with Cade, talking about all kinds of shit, from cling film to teleportation Vs time travel, from 20th century history to the weather (specifically hurricanes and tornadoes), and all points in between.

I was thinking I could incorporate some of what we talked about into the missive above…

*Yeah, that was cool…*

Cade and Roob DM convo 250817 1

*Oh, you’re gonna show it… /squints… O-Kayyy…*

Cade and Roob DM convo 250817 2

*/slaps head… I meant paper towel…*

Cade and Roob DM convo 250817 7

*Tread not treat… /sigh… Okay, Clicky that’s enough now…*

Cade and Roob DM convo 250817 10

*No, enough! That conversation went on for hours…*

Cade and Roob DM convo 250817 11

*/wrestles dolphin assistant to the ground…*

What about you, Dear Reader? Would you like to hear a Song?

Missive From ‘Merica: Mid Hols Post

It’s the Boyz’ birthday today, Dear Reader. I’ll write a separate post about that, as tomorrow they also get their GCSE results. Fingers crossed…

Below is a missive from Cade. The question for you, Dear Reader is…

Name That Snack

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Welcome to my parade.

I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.

Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.

Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.

Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.

Shutting up now.

^ABC – A to Z – 1985^

I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.

But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.

That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.

Especially if you don't read it.

What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…

Q: Is everything gonna be OK?

A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.

^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^

I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.

I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.

Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.

There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.

I’m a sentimental fool.

^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^

It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.

It’s a growth market,

and the demand is huge,

leaving loads of room for expansion.

How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?

^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^

Did you watch that video above?

Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.

Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.

Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.

But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.

^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^

It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.

Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?

A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)

^Mr. Oizo – Ham^

And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?

I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…

Q: What was the question in the first place?

A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?

Seems like you may have gotten your answer.

Q: Now what?

A: ¿?¿

😛

^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^

Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.

Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?

^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^

Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?

The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.

Q: Why is change so important?

A: ?¿?

^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^

So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?

Newtonian?

Feynmanian?

Republicanian?

Democratian?

McDonald’sian?

Wal-Martian?

lolz...Wal-Martian...that's funny.

But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamn butter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.

I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wonder if I can do it?

Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.

Weird thought for an unemployed dude.

“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja

Movie = “Mystery Men”

^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^

It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!

Cal–Len–Dare–Eh–Cull.

I like it.

^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^

Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?

NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!

Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.

Calendrical appearantly is a word tho.

Calendrical

A.H. and Blue Moon. A reckoning, and a rare occurrence…I like that.

A.H.

Blue Moon

Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.

(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)

^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^

I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.

You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?

Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.

If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.

 lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.

^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^

So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?

The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.

Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.

What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?

I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.

I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.

^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^

I dig your pants baby.

You look fucking GREAT in them.

I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.

Unless you want to.

Whatevz.

I’m easy.

Oh, and I like you too.

If that means anything at all.

Just sayin’.

^KLEENEX – nice^

A manifesto is a hammer.

The signors are the one who will swing it.

I wonder who wrote it?

Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.

Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.

I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.

^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^

If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.

^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^

While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…

Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?

A: ???

There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…

Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?

A: !?!¿!?!

I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILL being an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.

William Henry Harrison (1841)

John Tyler (1841–45)

Zachary Taylor (1849–50)

Millard Fillmore (1850–53)

If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.

Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.

^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^

I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.

Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.

Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.

I wonder what that's all about?

Gonna have to move on at some point.

Ghosts will always haunt us.

It’s what they do.

^Gary Numan – Cars^

Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…

Google Tests New First-Click-Free Program & Subscription Tool For News Publishers

…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”

Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.

DAMN!!!

That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.

^Missing Persons – Words^

One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?

There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.

I digress.

^Devo – Whip It (Video)^

Germany’s orange ecstasy pills have Trump’s name — and face — all over them

Um...hmmm...um...well...um...hmmmm.

Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.

^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^

K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.

Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?

A: !!!

You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.

As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.

I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.

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^Deadmau5 – Templar (1080p) || HD^

Just another dead statistic looking for a place to happen, and a list of some kind/unkind to occupy

Sorry...I'd rather not exist at all.

^Oingo Boingo – Private Life^

Is Donald Trump actually saving coal?

(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)

From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?

This energy race is gonna kill as all.

I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.

😉

^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^

OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.

If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?

There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.

I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.

Sound familiar? Ring any bells?

^Blondie – Rapture^

If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.

Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.

^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^

There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.

^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^

But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?

Hmmmm

Solar Eclipse of April 8, 2024

I wonder where I’ll be?

I wander where I’ll be?

I wonder where you’ll be?

I wander where you’ll be?

I wonder where we’ll be?

I wander where we’ll be?

Not really...but yeah...really.

^Crystal Waters – 100% Pure Love^

I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.

Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?

A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?

Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.

Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.

How far are you willing to go?

Me personally?

All the way.

^Gary Numan – ‘The Fall’ Official Promo Video^

cYa | cFa

^Wang Chung – Dance Hall Days^

BONUS!!!

^Berlin- Sex (I’m A…)^

P.S. – It’s now 16:09, been doing some reading, and the following song came up in my playlist as I was reading.

^You’re Dead Norma Tanega 1966^

P.S.S. – after spellchecking this piece of shit…I have noticed that I occassionally misspell “occasion” and “occasionally” every once in a while. 😛

^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^

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Feedback in comments, Dear Reader. Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Wish You Were Here!

I am on hols this week, Dear Reader…

I’ll be visiting my favourite getaway…

*/shuffles buttocks more comfortably into library sofa…*

… And read the latest missive from The Okie Devil…

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Gonna start this off a little different than usual

…assuming that’s ok with you shitheads.

Let’s just assume that it is or is not OK with you, and we’ll jump on Job.

Yeah…that one

…let’s jump right on his ass, and ride him for all he’s worth.

(ahem)

Job 1

The “New Living Translation” is actually a really good read if you’ve never tried it. Maybe give some of it a whirl, then go back to your favorite flavor and re-read whatever you just read from the New Living version. I personally like to read side-by-side of different translations…really makes me think about what is being said.

Not that I ever actually “think” or anything.

Or at least, I think I don’t.

I mean…

I think I do don’t think…

if that makes any sense.

^Laid Back – White Horse (Extended Mix) 1983^

White horse…hmmm…white horse….hmmm…I’ve heard that somewhere.

^Armageddon Requests before they leave^

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NOTE TO/FOR YOU ROOB: You prolly want to link this picture because it is huge…3362×2241

I dunno how your blog software works, so the decision how to handle this I leave to you, just wanted to give you a heads up, that I had no intention of this pic being “displayed as normal” since it is so large. Just…a very cool image and I wanted to share.

🙂

*/scratches head… I dunno, Clicky. Can we manage huge?*

*/rolls eyes…*

HUMONGUS MASSIVE PIC THAT IS WELL WORTH THE CLICK!!! (IMNSHO)

Lotta motion in that pic

Motion for all of the materials to come together in their original forms.

Motion for all of the materials to come together to form the location itself.

Motion for all of the people to come together and actually see these result.

Motion for all of the people to come together and start thinking, planning and plotting.

Motion for all of the reason and reasons to come together and how to proceed.

Motion for all of the people to come together to build the foundation and structure.

Motion for all of the materials to come together in their pre-final fabrication forms.

Motion for all of the materials to come together in the final-ish form that we see in the photo.

Motion for all of the people to come together and actually see the result.

Suddenly…

a mirror would prolly be an interesting addition, so that we can ask ourselves a question…

Q: Am I important?

A: Yep. I think so anyway.

But I’m an egotistical asshole.

/me shrugs

^David Bowie – Dead Man Walking^

So yeah…Job. Lotta discussion about Job when I was younger and actually attended church. I later got kicked out of church, so…end of discussion.

But yeah, I was thinking about Job a bit tonight because I was always taught that this, whatever it was, was simply a test of Job’s character. To prove something. I’m sure that it is/was, but there was always these discussions as to “what it actually meant”…this story of Job.

Welp, if I had to sum up what it means to me personally, the story of Job means many things. But what I got to thinking about tonight? Wheeew! It spun my head a bit.

^Rick James – Give It To Me Baby 12 Inch^

So to get right to it…

Q: What do we leave this world with?

A: !!!

According to local legend: we leave this world with nothing…just like we came in. So this got me to thinking a bit about the concept of “the individual”…what that means…and to whom.

EX: I’ve always told my children, that they belong to themselves, and not to me. Yes, you are my child, I am your father, I am not Darth Vader…I digress.

So…Job is well-to-do, loaded with perfect, intelligent, good-looking kids, has a hot wife, a mansion in The Hamptons, owns a successful and thriving business…and suddenly…

POOF!!!

It’s all gone, because Satan was having a bad day or something and needed someone extra-special to kick on. No rhyme, no reason, just plain ol’ meanness because that’s how Satan rolls.

If Satan and God had NOT agreed to allow this…whatever…to transpire…

Q: Would Job have lived happily ever after?

A: ...

Yeah…no answer to go there really, because we really don’t know since that’s not what happened. But what I am thinking about here is…erm…multi-tasking. Multi-purpose, multi-meaning, lasting.

^Frankie Smith – Double Dutch Bus^

Can you IMAGINE… what it would be like, to be God/a god…and have to retire one of your parables because it was no longer relevant or pertinent to a single living thing in the entirety of existence? I mean yeah, they prolly keep a copy of the original manuscript for sentimental reasons…but as far as actively teaching and/or being publicly available? NOPE!!! It’s been pulled. Pulled from circulation. It’s relevancy has become irrelevant.

Ouch.

That would be a toughie.

In my mind it would be anyway.

^Stereo MC s – Connected (Video Clip)^

Job was gonna lose all of his shit at some point. His friends were busy trying to encourage Job to figure out what he had done to piss God off so bad, repent of it, and all would be well. Sounds like modern day mainstream therapy techniques…get it all out, and all will be right with the world.

If I am the cause of all of my ills, and the world is a shit sandwich as a result, and you occupy the same world I do…I think we may have hit a speed bump or wall there. Does it matter how we lose our shit? Or is it the motherfucker(s) that wanna take it and why? I mean, how did you get all that shit in the first place? Where did it come from?

^Club Nouveau – Rumors^

BTW, it’s currently 04:09 in the morning on Saturday August 19th, and I’ve been doing some pondering this evening/this morning so I’m a tad chatty. Went and read some beeswax over at Bolton’s Smokers’ Club, and THAT got my head all kinds of twisted. Not that I had some conversation via Twitter today or anything…but it’s good to talk and think and talk some more. Especially when the conversation is all over the fucking place. It’s still about the conversation and having someone to talk to no matter what you are talking about.

^Rob Base and DJ E Z Rock- Joy and Pain (1988) R.I.P. DJ E Z Rock^

This sentence is here for no particular reason. Just thought you should know.

^Grandmaster Melle Mel – Step Off [Official Video HD]^

Can you imagine what it would be like to be in a commercial aircraft when one of the engines suddenly decided to come off? More than that, can you imagine what a dangling engine would do to the aircraft if considerations were not made to accommodate and even facilitate engine separation under certain circumstances?

Let’s use our imagination.

^Aircraft Store Separation Incidents^

That book called 1984 has been kinda popular as of late for quotes and bits of pertinent wisdom. But as far as I know, 1984 has always been popular, so why this upsurge in 1984 all of a sudden like?

Welp…maybe it’s not real sudden. Maybe you are just paying attention to different things. Maybe your lair of tranquility has been infiltrated by subversive interlopers bent on poisoning your mind, and you REALLY need to formulate a plan as to how to rid yourself and the world of this den of snakes. There will always be bias…can’t escape it. I mean, yeah…you can, but it takes a lot of work to do so.

To escape bias, you’ll have to do the hardest work there is…nothing. Doing nothing is damn near impossible in most instances. Were it not so, mediation would prolly be done a lot more. But that gets me to thinking about Winston, the main character in 1984.

Footnote: My dad smoke Winston cigarettes.

^The O’Jays – For The Love of Money (Audio)^

Let’s compare some musics here real quick like.

^afrika bambaataa- looking for the perfect beat^

^Fireball XL5 Full Theme Song With Lyrics^

“In their time”…they would be considered groundbreaking and definitive. But looking backwards, both are pretty sloppy and kinda thrown together sounding.

Lotta tinkering and stumbling around, that are in various states of polished sound. Yeah, the both have hooks…but both are also kinda devoid of hooks. To me they are anyway. The both rely heavily on “getting there”…which is to say, the objective of the song itself seems to be getting through and to the end.

They both rely heavily on some base musical structures to get where they are going since there is not much in the way of definitive hooks, so they rely on refrains, bridges and breaks. Kinda blocky. Almost like building a wall or foundation. But that’s kinda what it’s like to be stumbling around with music. You take what you know and mix it with what you don’t know…all thanks to others…and run with it from there.

^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz^

Are you thinking about the concept of how new you are? How unique you are?

Welp, you are. Just keep in mind how you got that way. That may help you with staying that way. Or you could rage at the concept of your duality, rip your skin off as you roar to The Universe, and go beat the living fuck out of complete strangers to show them who’s boss. Sounds like a solid plan. Should work out well. For you anyway.

For a while.

^Space age arrives: American Newsreel (1957) – english^

Just thinking that even if you are saying the same thing over and over again? You are still pumping data into someone’s head. Or is that really where it goes? Just because it seems to go in through the head, doesn’t mean that it stays there….but I digress.

Do whatever in the fuck you want…I can’t stop you nor is it my job to do so.

^TALK TALK – It’s My Life (HQ 12″ Vinyl Version Sound,HD,Lyrics)^

It’s now Sunday afternoon @ 12:27. I stopped writing…because…because…I did.

I watched a bit of an episode of some show called “Pointless” last night.

Somehow, this show has appeared in my personal reticle.

Not that anyone will know the importance of a single word in the previous sentence, but it’s there.

The show is only on in The UK, so I’ll prolly never watch it again.

^Tone loc – funky cold medina^

I had some more thoughts on Job and Winston, but I guess I’ll need to stew on them for a bit longer because nothing is coming to mind. Nothing specific anyway. Which is weird because I’ve had some very specific thoughts about both Job and Winston, as well as the books these characters originated from, but I can’t remember what they are right now. I can feel them flying around up in there…or…wherever they are…but nothing is coming to mind currently.

I have been thinking about jealousy, conceit, deceit and coveting a lot lately. Well, the concepts of these premises anyway. Not like “in practice” or practical applications or whatever. But is it what we talk/think about that is important? Or that we are talking/thinking? Or both/all. I kinda prefer that last option, but then again, I’m greedy like that.

Welcome to the LoL

My sister Juju is visiting family in California at present, Dear Reader. I’ve enjoyed seeing the numerous photographs of her trip posted on her Arse-about-FaceBook page. Yesterday she sent a couple just for me…

Fortunately, this has made writing the header and footer for Cade’s newest missive, below, a little easier as it contains a ‘wall’ or two to scale…

… Not to mention a couple of ‘Safety’ links…

… Enjoy and see you at the bottom 😉

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Congratulations.

^BAD – U2^

Q: What’s the first thing you do when you get out of a bath or shower?

^Taratating-Taratatong (Tarata-Ting, Tarata-Tong)^

Dude, what are you thinking here?

Q: Is there anything I cannot learn?

Q: Is there anything that I cannot teach myself?

^The Windmills of Your Mind – Noel Harrison^

^Jacqueline Taieb – 7 heure du matin (01)^

Q: How much Selenium is used in a normal run?

^Dan Reeder – Maybe^

^Fallout 3 Soundtrack Civilization (Bingo Bango Bongo)^

^Jimmy Soul – Get an ugly girl to marry you^

^Zack Hemsey – “Waiting Between Worlds (Instrumental)”^

^Shaving Cream Song^

^sea shanties – spanish ladies^

❤

^Johnny Collins – Leave Her Johnny (sea chantey)^

^dan reeder havana burning^

^Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen^

^Henry Burr – My Old Kentucky Home 1909 Peerless Quartette^

Q: What if “death” had to recruit?

^Winona Ryder . Jump In The Line . Shake Senora . BeetleJuice 1988 Harry Harold George Belafonte Jr^

^SCOTLAND THE BRAVE ~ PIPES & DRUMS ~ ( HD )^

Mud-er and Fod-er.

Mudder and Fodder.

Mutter and Fatter.

^Allan Sherman – Hello Muddah Hello Faddah (1963)^

^The BOBCATS ” Big Noise From Winnetka ” !!!^

CARPETBOMBING!!!

Step 1: SHOW CAN

Step 2: AWE/AWW\AWE

Prolly some death going on there.

So yeah…targeting mosquitoes, eh?

I wonder what else lives there.

Anything? Anyone? Lotsa ones?

^Trio Mandili – Apareka (The CD-album is available on http://triomandili.com/en/#buy)^

^Martin Segundo – When twilight falls on NGC 891 aka James Clarke – Spring Bossa / Dark Star theme HQ^

^James Clarke – Girl On The Beach (1969)^