Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…
July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).
Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…
… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…
And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…
Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…
*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*
I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀
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Are you reading this?
Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.
Didn’t think about that…did ya?
I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.
Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.
BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.
❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^
If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…
Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?
A: ...
Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?
Q: Can you pass your own test?
A: …
So…you want someone like you?
Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?
What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.
You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.
Assuming that they are cooperative that is.
Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^
I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.
Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.
So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.
OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.
But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.
I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.
I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?
OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…
Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?
A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)
And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?
Q: What do all of these have in common?
A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!
But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?
A: ???
The next thing that popped into my head was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?
A: ¿¿¿
Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.
I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.
^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^
What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.
BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.
And tested.
And tested.
I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?
Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?
A: ?¿?
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.
^Alice In Chains – Would^
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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…
I’ve been having a very busy week at work, Dear Reader, and tomorrow promises to be extremely hectic…
*/puts fingers in ears… Yes, thank you for setting the alarm, Clicky! I know I’ve gotta get up extra early… Important visitors arriving at Stupid Hour…*
Cade had very kindly furnished us with a fabulous missive. So no funny business…
*/squints at smirking dolphin assistant…*
… I’ll just let you get on and read it for yourself. I’ve gotta go to bed. Enjoy! ❤
*And Clicky… /lifts head… Don’t forget the Song for the end… /sinks into sleep…*
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Good Morning!
Tis 09:07 on Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and I sitting here knocking the sleep/eye boogers out of my eyes in more of a haze than usual. Why…you might ask? I laid down for a few minutes around 8-ish last night because I wasn’t feeling well…and I just woke up. I JUST SLEPT FOR 13 FUCKING HOURS!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
^Cocteau Twins — Blue Bell Knoll^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Uptown- I’m Losing You (12″ VOCAL)^
Lemme give a quick opinion on why I fucking HATE this bullshit, this going on and around about this “Siren’s Song” bullshit.
Q: Are we talking about real people?
A: ???
I don’t give a fuck if they are alive or dead. They were alive at some point, so to me, they will always be alive. That’s just my opinion tho.
However…when it becomes open season on “the dead?”
Yeah…the living are in deep shit.
That’s what occurs to me anyway.
Q: To what end? Where does it end?
A: ... --- ...
And I mean…for you…where does it end?
You can chase the rabbit and/or rabbithole as deep and as long as you so choose.
But the only thing, that you will find, at the end, is you.
Well…your original object of interest will be there too…or will she?
Now…turn around.
What is in that path you’ve hewn?
Destruction, chaos and tears?
Or has it somehow morphed into something else?
Because if it was destruction, chaos and tears as you passed through it the first time, why would it EVER…change?
A: It won't.
You’ve only augmented it.
May wanna build plenty of milestones into this path you now walk.
May wanna think about that for a bit as to what you want your legacy to be, as it applies to an existing legacy that is still in progress, nested within a legacy in progress.
Liz does have a daughter.
<grrrrrrrrr>
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these people have?
A: ∞... --- ...
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these family, friends and acquaintances have?
A: ... --- ...∞
Q: Does any of that matter?
A: ∞... --- ...∞
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
Yes…I realize that I am no different by writing about this here. I’m willing to accept that responsibility and accountability irrespective as to any outside opinions and musings as to the level of my culpability. I’ll put it at 100% for you to save you some time and trouble.
But I have song lists that are rife with Cocteau Twins songs…
You are following threads that are already connected.
And if they AREN’T connected, and you connect them…
Q: Who disconnected those “loose ends” that you are now reconnecting?
A: ...
You may not, but I have some ideas as to who disconnected them.
But maybe…just maybe…your “Siren’s Song” analogy…might start to make some sense as to my thinking who is responsible for tending the thread and threads.
Gonna be some multi-threading there.
Just sayin’.
^Cocteau Twins Alice HD^
Bottom line is, don’t tell a story that does not want to be told.
You feel it needs telling?
Fair enough.
Just remember that the telling of the story is a process.
Prolly why that dude over at Horselover Phat’s Subliminal-Synchro-Sphere keeps freaking the fuck out and deleting his blog.
This is some scary shit.
I’ve committed myself to going the distance.
All the way.
That is applicable, to, and for, me, and only me.
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Alice | Pogo^
SO!!! Let’s get back to something less scary. Like say…particle accelerators and/or energy generators that continue running, even when they are turned off.
Q: DUDE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?
A: Since when is fucking not serious?
But yes…I am serious. All a particle accelerator is…is a dam that works differently visually. Not even taking into account, the normal atrophy and decay the permeates our environment, I’m calculating that these machines themselves both accelerate and decelerate these natural processes in ways that cannot be accounted for because we’ve never encountered them. That’s not to say that they’ve not been encountered in The Universe before, nor even that they’ve not been encountered on this very planet before. Just…situations that we’ve not encountered before.
There is nothing new. It’s just new to you.
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
My father used to fly model airplanes. U-Control or Control Line…they are called…this particular flavor of model planes that he flew.
Yep…they are “regular” combustion engines, but they only have a single cylinder/piston. These engines are very similar to the engines primarily used in small general aviation aircraft in that they use dual glow plugs. Just don’t use magnetos, and only have one cylinder…but I digress.
And yep, when you first start these engines, they can sometimes run backwards. The size and weight of the propeller can affect this, based on the compression of the engine – is the engine already warm or is it cold, and did the prop’s initial spin have enough inertia to continue it forward past full compression at top dead centre? If it doesn’t…that inertia will push the prop in the opposite direction, and sometimes the engine will fire backwards.
Yep…the rules sometimes change, even when they stay the same.
^front 242, rerun time^
When you start to cover your bases, you’ve done little more than create an addition level of failure at the original point and points of failure. It doesn’t matter whether or not your lightning rod is designed to attract or repel, the state still exists that started attracting lightning in the first place. An aerial tower or high-rise building…for example.
Am I suggesting that every single new technology and/or device has already been created at some point on this planet? No. There was only one Steve Jobs, therefore there has only ever been one iPhone. Or seven. Or whatever in the fuck iteration they are currently up to.
Q: What are you up to?
A: ?¿?
That ought to bring us to tobacco control quite nicely.
CFrank Davis has a nifty little bit on the differences in garden tending techniques and methods employed on the same garden by two different tenders. It’s a mind-bendingly beautiful story in both instances. One tender cuts, one tender does not.
Lots to think about there.
<ba da ching>
^Nitzer Ebb – Hold On^
Hey…you fucks wanna cut down “the rain forest”? Knock your fucking selves out. Just don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about visiting the hole it creates. Of course, you’ll all be tripping balls on synthetic Ayahuasca, talking about the good ol’ days of “REAL” Ayahuasca trips to the rain forest to take Ayahuasca trips with the shamen and holy-men, who used to be around to provide that service prior to the forest being decimated.
SAY! Did you know that the shaman who led me on my first Ayahuasca trip now works at that newest McDonald’s we just built down there?
We’ve gotten kinda down on ourselves in “The Western World”, eh?
Q: I wonder how bad the rebound will be when we start telling ourselves that we can do better/we can do it better?
A: ¿?¿
^Engine fail crash landing Super Bingo – cockpit view!^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^
So yeah…our engine on our model airplane is now running backwards.
Q: How do we stop it?
A: !!!!????!!!!
Welp…how did the little boy stop the leaking dyke in that one story?
Yep…stick your finger in there. These things usually have no throttle that you can actuate to cause the engine to starve, will run as long as there is fuel to run them, and if you use some metal or hardened something to try and stop the engine, you are going to likely dent, ding, chip or even possibly break your propeller.
All of those situations are about equal in that we don’t fly an aircraft with a mauled or marked propeller, because once that propeller is under full load and/or the dynamic stresses encountered in flight…it’s prolly gonna fail completely. Yeah…as in “turn into matchsticks at speed, post haste, in-flight. Hence, many times my dad would use the same finger to stop this running engine, that he had just used to try and start it. It resulted in some NASTY-assed cuts sometimes.
The best course, in the case of starting these engines, is to put just enough fuel for the engine to fire/start, but leave the fuel line disconnected. Once the engine fires in the correct direction, quickly connect the fuel line. However, this is also not without peril. The engine and fuel line placement/aircraft design must be as such that you can connect/disconnect the fuel line AT THE ENGINE END.
Or, you can disconnect at the tank end (if you have built the aircraft to accommodate this feature, assuming that you have a hidden tank or exposed tank…where are the leads, etc.), but you must now have a long enough fuel line, and you typically need an assistant to help with this operation (not many people willing to volunteer to put their digits near an engine that is swinging 8-14 inches of a wood or plastic propeller at several thousand RPMs) which means that you will always require an assistant with this particular plane because of it’s design features.
But yeah…thinking about it now…there are all kinds of ways to eventually overcome things you may not have thought about originally.
Afterall, what was the original intent?
Prolly a simple one.
To fly.
^TAKE ME WITH YOU – Elizabeth FRASER^
Q: How can you tell if an engine is running backwards?
A: Experience?
Welp, in this case, sound is a biggie that is confirmed by sight. Some aircraft can fly backwards. But only if they are designed to do so. If you are unsure, set the needle on the engine, turn the airplane loose, and see which way it goes. Just keep in mind that if the engine ISrunning backwards when you turn it loose? That airplane’s behavior is about to get all kinds of interesting real fucking quick. Make sure you have a video camera handy to record so that we can watch the hijinks too.
SAY!!! That reminds me.
Did you know that most aerobatic aircraft are designed to have an aft center of gravity? This makes them unstable. This makes them more adept to aerobatics and aerobatic maneuvers.
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If someone employed you, to tell their story, then fair enough.
But if not…keep in mind the story of the filmmaker John Hughes, and what he may have thought of those who tried to reach out to him, by telling their story about his stories, and what they meant to them.
I watched this documentary…and I got the feeling that he just wanted to be left alone.
^Don’t You Forget About Me – Official Teaser – John Hughes Documentary^
To say that musicians and/or artists have nested and embedded meaning(s) in their work is akin to saying that water is wet. No shit Sherlock…it’s what we do. But a question about that wet water just mentioned…
Q: Pool or ocean? Or lake? Or river? Or tub? Or shower? Do you want some company in there?
A: ???
Hey…it never hurts to ask. Maybe you needed a good back scrubbing. Maybe you needed someone to scrub your feet for you and clean your toenails. Maybe you need someone to help you onto your floating couch. Maybe you needed someone to accompany you on your journey down-river. I don’t know. Just guessing.
^Nitzer Ebb – Trigger happy^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
But yeah, musicians nest all kinds of crazy crap in their music, lyrics and artwork(s) that tend to accompany them. We’re trying to find a way to say what you said, better. If I wanted to repeat what you said, exactly as you said it, I’d shove a microphone in your face, sample what you said, and set the loop to ∞. But I don’t need that. That’s the reason I wrote this song in the first place. That loop is already looping in my head. It’s like a piece of granite or marble in my head, that I am trying to mold and shape into something else. Something less painful. A way of saying
“It’s OK, and if it’s not OK now, it will be soon.”
A way of saying…
“Yeah…that hurt. But look at what I was able to do with that hurt.”
I’m not apologizing FOR you…I’m apologizing TO you. Whatever my role, I’m sorry for my part. But that is my part, and it’s the only part that I have. The rest is up to you, and I really don’t give a flying fuck what you do with it from there. I did the best I could, with what I had to work with, if you don’t like it…
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!
^Fever Ray ‘Keep The Streets Empty For Me’^
Am I suggesting that some of these machines may not be running in the direction(s) they should be running and/or as designed to run?
Yes. Very much so. At many different times, in many different phases of operation. Startup to shutdown, and from inception to completion, in all phases, at all times, for a very long time. I don’t see this as a stretch at all. You only need to look at virtually any and every human endeavor over the last 8,000-10,000 years or so to see the remnants of those efforts.
Look into our water-tables, and you will find lint from clothing or all types from all places due to the manufacturing and upkeep of the garment industries. I wonder how long that shit is gonna be around? Maybe we should ask the fish and sealife/aquatic life that are knitting sweaters out of this shit.
^Fever Ray ‘When I Grow Up’^
I was under the impression that many of these projects were meant to offer some unlimited sources for those of us here, and those to come, via those that have been. Doesn’t work real well when you are constantly excluding those same people, just so that you can include them via your own methods and means, that better suit your own set of methods and means. You are gonna die someday. And maybe that’s yet another reason for death.
If you live long enough, you’re eventually gonna want it all. Not that you don’t want it all already. But if your wants and desires to have it all are based on the need to better distribute things as you personally see fit…how are you going to do that with “all” if you can’t even do that with “some”?
Plus…at some point, you are prolly gonna bump into the motherfucker that has already walked that path, and they prolly ain’t gonna be too happy to see you fucking with their shit. Or, maybe they were just being clever about how to arrange a face to face meeting since you’ve ignored their previous requests.
^The Knife – You Make Me Like Charity (Crywolf Remix)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau Twins – Grail Overfloweth^
YEAH!! I’M SAYING THAT YOUR EXCLUSIVE BULLSHIT OFFERS ME NOTHING!!!
Thanks.
So glad you could get there first.
Maybe it works out best for us both that way.
Thanks for nothing.
Tis' now...11:53.
I have to go search for an electrical extension cord.
SUNDAY AFTERNOON – i.e. yesterday, quite late in the afternoon…
Ironing done and I was chatting to Cade via TwitterDM…
I’d been over at Red Frank’sMeroveesight, watching a documentary about a woman with 7 personalities and posting comets, when Cade sent through a link to his latest at The Unseen Synchro. I read it straightaway…
ApolloOlympian deity, god of music, poetry, medicine, etc., later identified with Helios, the sun god; the name is a Latin form of Greek Apollon, which is of uncertain origin. Beekes, after considering the alternatives, concludes, “In spite of repeated attempts, there is no IE etymology. … The name is probably Pre-Greek, and Hitt. Appaliunaš, mentioned in a treaty between Alaksandus of Wilusa and the Hittite king, may well be the Pre-Greek proto-form Apal’un.” The U.S. space program ran from 1961 to 1972.
yonder (adv.) “within sight but not near,” c. 1300, from Old English geond “throughout, up to, as far as” (see yond) + comparative suffix -er (2). Cognate with Middle Low German ginder, Middle Dutch gender, Dutch ginder, Gothic jaindre. Now replaced except in poetic usage by ungrammatical that.
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Hi!
<I.D. Under – Genericide – Genericide 1989>
X: You lost everything?
Cade: Yep.
Z: Everything?
Cade: 😐
Z: That’s no kind of answer.
Cade: Don’t change the subject.
Z: I will if I want to.
Cade: Fair enough.
Z: But…
Cade: I got nothing.
0: I could say…”you can say that again”…but I’m not going to.
T: I will.
Cade: Thanks.
B: I have a suggestion.
Cade: I’m all ears.
B: Why is that you think we don’t talk much.
Cade: Prolly because you’re dead.
B: But you didn’t know that until years after I had already died.
Cade: It doesn’t matter to me.
B: I don’t matter to you?
Cade: Not really.
B: That sounds awful hateful. AWFUL hateful.
Cade: If we weren’t buddies, pals or friends in life…why should that change just because you are dead?
B: You enjoyed my films?
Cade: Sure. Plenty of people enjoyed your films. Doesn’t make me want to chase you down for an autograph.
B: Now…you weren’t thinking about me there…were you.
Cade: Yeah…I was, but also someone else.
B: Under what context(s).
Cade: Stalkers…I believe is the popular parlance.
B: Catchy. Prolly sells a lot of newspapers and advertising space.
Cade: Do I really appear that glum and/or sardonic?
B: That would be sardonically ironic…wouldn’t it?
Cade: Sardonic thoughts, towards “media”…while talking to the ghost of an actor. Hmmm…yep.
B: What was…
Cade: NO!!! I won’t do it.
B: Why not.
Cade: Are you your name?
B: Not completely.
Cade: Well…there you go. We all have our reasons…don’t we?
Z: Leading questions are prohibited, banned, illegal and/or highly frowned upon.
Cade: lolz…That ought to about cover it.
0: So…let me get this straight. You’ll admit, to conversing with the ghost of a well known film actor…but you refuse to name names?
Cade: What the fuck good would that do?
B: No such thing as bad press.
Cade: lolz…welp…I ain’t in the mood for discussing the concept of remorse, prior to actually having a fucking reason for being remorseful.
X: Better safe that sorry…is that it?
Cade: You want me to call you on breaking your own rule(s) and/or established social pleasantries?
X: Only if you feel it necessary. 😉
Cade: K…well…I lost every fucking thing that I wrote…and I ain’t happy about it. Fair enough?
T: Lemme give it a think, and I’ll get back to you.
Cade: Thanks.
T: No problem.
X: Anything else.
Cade: I guess only…erm…everything else?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: You’re all about the multi-threading…I get that.
X: Do you?
Cade: Not really…but kinda…yeah. Not much to get really.
0: Now that’s just not nice.
Cade: So much for the effectiveness of multi-threading, eh?
0: I’m gonna reserve judgement for now.
Cade: Lemme know what you come up with.
X: …rawr…
<I.D. Under – Police State – The Lords of Nothing 1986>
Cade agreed to my suggestion and over the next couple of hours, I found out that B, from the missive above, is the ghost of a famous, male, American actor who has played the lead in his films. He died in the 21st century but not of suicide, accident or disease. No leading roles as soldier or cop, nor an Oscar win under his belt (probably – B wasn’t telling and Cade refused to look him up. I actually used a question up with “Can’t you look him up on Wiki?” */sigh…*).
Oh and the first letter of B‘s surname is a letter between M and Z…
That was Sunday, Dear Reader. If you think you know who B is, please feel free pop a comet down below. And until next time… Have a Song 😉
Are you really going to be able to chase down these phantoms?
God I hate thinking in creepy channels like this 😦
^02 Truth Is Out Of Style^
Maybe we need to simply fudge what is reported to the GAO, based on real employees.
Or maybe we can do both.
Now we just gotta funnel these funds.
I mean…we’re using this money to protect and serve Americans…right?
I can’t help it that I am one of those Americans that needs a little personal service.
Due to my position…I can think of some others that need a little TLC as well.
^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^
Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…
Carl Bernstein calls for ‘different kind of reporting’ to take on ‘malignant presidency’
Oh my. Reporters reporting on reporting. What’s next? Reporters reporting on previously reported reports? No wait…they already do that….sorta.
So…with that in mind…if there are certain sections of the populace that are “milking the government tit”…wouldn’t reporters and reporting/news media companies be the first and last to squeeze that tit? The first to be there when it starts flowing, following the honey pot all the way down, and the last to be there when the final drop is squooze?
Q: Since when is media guaranteed to have all-access laminants 24/7 to anything and everything?
A: ...
^Cream – White Room^
I’ve been writing some crap about Texas over the last week on my own blog.
Someone asked me for some suggestions about a trip to Texas via CFrank’s SmokyDrinky chatroom, so…I’ve tried to be accommodating.
That means, talk about the good … and the bad … and the ugly … as best I can.
This place is my home.
Yeah…there are some levels of removal in my personal life…but love it or hate it…Texas is my home. I just have a wandering heart, that beats inside a bent body, that contains a fucked-up mind, a restless spirit, and a void-ish kind of soul. So yeah…I’m happy. A happy person.
I can’t remember if the person who asked me was a Limey, or Aussie, or where in the fuck they were coming from…so…I’ve just tried to keep in mind that…
A) The are a foreigner
B) They speak English
C) They are prolly gonna drop a bundle coming to visit this shithole of a state…so let them choose their own path.
My job, as I see it anyway…is to point them towards these paths and pathways that they can then travel if they choose to do so.
I’ve tried to stress two primary things…
A) Nothing
B) People
People are kinda weird around these parts, because there is no fucking telling where they come from/came from…but I think it important to point out…that all Texans are imports of some kind.
Travelers who have found a place to land for a bit.
^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^
I recently postulated the thought, that there were no limits whatsoever placed on the original creative intents, with respect to The Universe, that we currently occupy. To me, that’s the only reason that it works. It allows for both fate and chance, and allows for change, changes, and changing within a dynamic system that has some rather rigid rule sets. To relate…I’ll piss some evolutionists off to no end with an example/demonstration that I thought of this week.
It’s really a visual demonstration, so it’s going to be difficult to relate in text. But when I thought of it, I had the feeling that someone may have actually demonstrated this to me at some point when I was young. But the basis of this demonstration is to both define and non-define what “an infinity is” and how infinity relates to eternity.
^Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World^
I am holding both hands behind my back, where they cannot be seen.
I ask the question… “How many apples am I holding in each hand?”
The answer = irrelevant.
I extend one hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend the opposite hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the opposite hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend both hands into view.
Both hands are each holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand…for a total of two.
Right?
I take a knife, and
cut one of the apples in half.
I locate and remove a single seed from this apple, and place it in my hand.
I ask the question…
"How many apples was I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand?
Two total?
Or is the answer…
"infinite apples, based on intents and intentions, based on perspective and perspectives?"
Or…is the answer…
"all of the above?"
^The kinks – Lola^
It could probably be said, that it is a rare occasion indeed when an infinity can be reduced in such a way that we can actually see the tangible result of an infinite set, within an infinite set, that is represented as, and by, a single unit of measure…an infinity set. A seed…in this case. But in this case, the case is encased within case after case after case…layer after layer. The “meat” of an individual apple is just as much a part of an individual seed and/or apple, as much as it is a part of the tree from which it originated, and the locale in which the tree itself resides.
So yeah…when infinities and eternities merge…into the eternal.
That’s how I see it anyway.
/me shrugs
LOTS more to think about there.
Water, dirt, origins, packing, shipping, buildings, infrastructure, roadways, pathways…and on, and on…and on.
Time.
^Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 1967^
There was someone who asked me a fairly direct question on Merovee recently. I don’t like talking on someone else’s blog if the conversation doesn’t relate directly to the owner of said blog. BUT!!! I do think about shit like this. How best to address a need, when and where it arises. All of my own personal rules are quite flexible in this regard, so I guess the only real “rigid” rule that I personally have…is…”be flexible.” Weird.
Anyway…they pretty much wanted what we all want or need at some point(s) in our lives…and that is…a motherfucking instruction manual. Some “Life: Step By Step For Dummies” guide or some shit like that, than can help us navigate the mire that we sometimes find ourselves in.
Yeah…“QUICKSAND!!! A HELPFUL ESCAPE GUIDE IN 10 EASY STEPS!!!”
lolz
Much easier to rely on others in these cases.
I mean seriously…someone may wonder by the quagmire you find yourself currently entangled in…and they may just so happen to have a copy of this completely worthless book that they may be willing to barter.
😉
I dunno…if I had to sum up “what it all means”…it would be something akin to learning how to rely on yourself AND others.
It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.
(misspelling above = intentional)
^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^
They also asked my astrological sign…whatever in the fuck that means.
I was born in the month that precedes the month of December and follows the month of October.
I was born on the day that is right in the middle of this month of 30 days.
According to family legend, I was born two weeks late.
So I guess that I was supposed to be born on either Oct 31st or Nov 1st.
So yeah…I am a Scorpio…born on Nov 15th.
And yeah…there are LOADS of instruction manuals and guides to follow.
We may not be born holding a copy of a manual in our hands, but finding that manual and/or manuals is part of the fun.
I personally can see how “The Horoscope” can be a galactic guide of sorts. An overlay, template or hologram of sorts, that shows maybe how some interstellar energies sometimes move in certain ways. But I like to keep those contextual. I cannot tell you about me and my life up to this point in a single sentence. I gather this is why people have so much trouble with profiles in social media, because we have trouble identifying with who we are…who we wish to be…what we want others to see…what we DO NOT want others to see…etc., etc., and so on.
I’ve been married once.
I’ve been divorced once.
I am 49 years old.
I am unemployed.
I have no money, nor does it look as if I will have any money any time soon, if at all.
I have a small penis.
Aforementioned "small penis" is functional as far as I know.
I’m not sure how large my penis was supposed to be, because this is the only one that I got…so…whatever or something.
I guess if it eventually turns out that there is a God/gods, we’ll have some time to talk about what went wrong.
lolz
^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^
Let’s keep this short.
(ba da ching)
Q: How many reasons to hate me do you really need?
A: ???
Is the answer “one?”
^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^
So yeah…a walk.
I actually have no problem at all with commitment or being committed to something or someone.
It’s really kinda easy to commit to something or someone.
But there are two parts to that equation…and I can only handle one side of it.
So yeah…now…you actually gotta go do whatever it is that you have committed to doing.
Following his last missive, Dear Reader, Cade the Okie Devil left a comment which Clicky insisted go up as a post of it’s own…
*Yes, yes, I know… /rolls eyes…*
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I just woke up, was gonna give an early, bleary-eyed re-read, and caught your “Mysterious 137” link that I had not noticed yesterday.
(sorry I missed it yesterday) 😦
Sometimes…we fail. 😦
^deadmau5 – We Fail (Original + Music Video)^
Fy – Feynmanium 137, immediately caught my eye, and some tumblers fell into place.
I gave it a quick read, and some more tumblers fell into place.
1,7 prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
4(000), 8(∞), 10/1(0), 11/(1)(1) prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
I guess if I would read some of this scientific crap here and there, I’d prolly stop stumbling around, but I don’t.
Q: Cade, why do you NOT read scientific papers?
A: Too "trade" oriented. Too much commerce on both the scientific AND business/commerce sides. Too exclusive and exclusionary.
Yeah…it gets nauseating reading all of the “potential applications” and “benefits to mankind” types of crap. Especially when these types of thinking exclude everything else.
Thinking about that now, we really do ride the razor blade on what gets investigated, when, how, and by whom, don’t we?
I guess that’s the problem, or at least a problem…”a benefit to all mankind…(rubs hands together)…and we’re the sole providers of said benefits…heh heh heh!!!”…types of thinking….on all sides…from all perspectives.
EX: You are one of these “radical environmentalists” that I hear about, who is going to get away from it all and live off of the land. You buy 200 acres of land “out in the sticks” @ $1,000 an acre, at a total cost of $200,000 (not including legal fees, taxes, etc.). Coal is discovered on the surrounding plots of land, and a large company swoops in and starts buying land @ $200,000 per acre so they can start strip-mining. You now have a choice…sell your land to the company for $40,000,000, or become an island in the middle of some future barren wasteland.
Q: Why do we as individuals have to think in these terms at all?
A: I dunno either.
But chances are, that you didn’t have the mineral rights to the land you occupy anyway, so the government is prolly gonna step in, make the company pay you back your $200K + some incentive cash, then send you packing.
(0)Gravite(0)…would prolly be an accurate “atomic number” representation for it.
Primarily because you will be able to detect it’s presence, but nothing else.
The best way that I could represent that here in text would be…
)0( or (0) or )0) or (0(
The “(” and “)” characters are going to be your strings. Pointers…if you will.
“0” is going to be either, a Tachyon, a Neutrino, or both…which will give you your “God Particle.”
>0( or (0> or >0) or <0(
Above Is going to be another representational set. Think “strings” and/or “strings with stings”…should help.
What I personally see…is a Tachyon…erm…”creeping in” to devices like The LHC very slowly over time, as the machine itself is built. Gotta keep the mechanics of The Universe and it’s constant motion in mind here. So, in this case, let’s call this particular Tachyon “A Tachyone”…since it’s going to be a single particle of Gravite that is going to be repositioning itself over a very long period of time, undetected and undetectable, repositioning constantly with the aid of it’s part and partner particle(s)…Neutrinos.
SO!!!….once the reactor is complete….you basically have this …(0)… in the proximate position where the first “collision” will take place…even before the machine is turned on.
(Starting to think now about membranes would be a good idea)
These strings outside of our Tachyon are going to direct all kinds of particles in all kinds of directions, at all kinds of speeds and trajectories, again…even before the machine is “actually turned on.” It’s been doing this long before the first bit of ground was broken to build this machine. Now…it’s just going to be a shade more…noticeable and/or detectable.
Holy FUCK!!! I just realized how much I’ve written….sorry Roob….but you prolly get the idea of what I’ve been thinking about over the past few years…and just haven’t had the words and/or balls to come out and say it. But I’ll save my breath here…and I’ll thank you for keeping me on that 137 path. I’ve though about it a lot, just never really associated it with my [1,7], [3,6,9], [0000] sets that I use to mathematically create all other numbers via “my”…
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∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
formula…”angles and trajectories for addition and subtraction via time”
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and
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A->+0+->BA->0+0->BB<-+0+<-AB<-0+0<-A
formula…”wheel of time” (there is a singular representation for this formula, but I cannot duplicate it here due to text’s limitations).
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Yeah…these are both quasi-linear representations, 7 dimensional models that work together to calculate and estimate time based on models that themselves are constantly in motion. They never exclude time because they are dependent on time to function, but they can appear static due to the length of time that they can calculate and the numbers that they can generate…both staggeringly massive and staggeringly missive 😉
So yeah…thanks for the link to the Feynman/137 crap. ❤
^The Prodigy – Out Of Space (Official Video)^
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There you go, Dear Reader, Cade’s comment with Clicky’s added vitamin K…
*’K… /hears knock… Ooh dinner! Clicky, Song… /gets up to answer door…*
If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…
Q: Now what?
A: ...
“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”
"Thanks for the fish."
Not that anything is fishy or anything.
Prolly a hook somewhere tho.
Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^
So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.
Um…I have a question…
Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”
A: ...
Obviously, you either…
A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.
Or…
B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.
Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.
Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.
You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.
But then again…maybe not.
Just sayin'.
Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.
^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^
Um…one other thing?
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”
A: ???
Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?
A: ???
Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?
The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.
So...yeah...power.
Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.
Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?
A: ???
Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.
^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^
Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.
I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.
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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…
Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?
A1: ?!?!?
Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”
A2: ?
Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?
A3:
The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.
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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…
Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.
I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.
Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?
Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.
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This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.
My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.
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“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.
^Numb – Lies^
I guess that software updates are now news channels.
“The second in the last two months?”
I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.
Yeah...I realize you don't care.There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^
Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.
The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.
They are HUGE signs, and simply say…
NO FIREWORKS!!!
NO GUNFIRE!!!
Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.
Now…I wonder why that would be?
You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.
Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.
Weird...eh?
Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.
Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.
Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.
^Interactive – No Control 1990^
We’ve been through this nonsense before.
“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”
<yawn>
I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.
I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.
^Front 242 Masterhit^
I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.
I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.
^Bigod 20 – America^
Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.
They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.
But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.
^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^
Now…you are probably wondering…
Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?
A: ???!!!???!!!???
Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.
EX:
Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.
Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.
Q: When? A: I just did.
To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.
Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.
Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???
Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)
Let’s try this then…
^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^
Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.
Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.
Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.
Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.
0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0
Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.
0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0
Yep…just that quickly.
Now…
Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?
A: ???
I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”
But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.
There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.
The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.
So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.
BUT! That’s how we learn.
Pathways of all kinds.
^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^
Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.
Assuming that they actually are…that is.
^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^
I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.
As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.
But what about when the straws stop moving?
Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.
If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.
If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.
Yeah…context.
Time is...erm...weird.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.
OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)
*Belaythat Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*
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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.
Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.
You divided this shit up in the first place.
Is it my fault that…
A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?
I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.
I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.
Everything is already connected and together.
Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.
Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.
“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.
How ironic...eh?
I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…
1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.
*That’s right, Clicky, he’s postponed setting off until he’s feeling better… *
…Luckily for us, he’s sent through another missive, although he does seem somewhat tetchy…
*What? No, of course I’m not happy about him leaving home to walk fuck knows where with a backpack full of tortillas. But what can I do?*
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This, whatever this is that is about to unfold, is gonna be a little different today.
Today, where and when I am, it is Tuesday June 27th of 2017.
How the fuck are ya?
^Greatest Vocal Trance Of All Time 1 of 3 God’s Compilation^
Let’s start at Merovee, CFrank Davis’ “normal” blog, RooBeeDoo’s LoL, via Twitter, and Leg Iron’s UBU blog.
Meh…let’s skip all those unimportant assholes…they aren’t paying my bills, nor do they help me in any way, shape, or form.
So … Merovee … … … a post entitled “Family” … a comment by a certain RooBeeDoo2 … a link to a tweet … a picture of two independent sets of some nice legs that are in distress (and in some nice dresses…ba da ching)…
a back in distress (in back…ba da ching)…
a warping clock that could be a metaphor for all kinds of time distortions.
(ba da ching = averted/omitted)
Corbyn preaching at Glastonbury said we should build bridges not walls. He failed to mention we now have to build w… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…— Annie O'Fence (@gimblemusk) June 24, 2017
Did I mention that these nice legs that are in distress are attached to people? Yeah. So is the back in back that is in distress that appears to be pushing a dolly/hand-truck. But I don’t want to assume the dude’s gender if he is actually a girl…so I’m avoiding thinking about whether or not those legs are nice or not. I bet those legs are pretty nice to them tho…so…yeah.
So…to see if that dude is actually pushing a dolly/hand-truck…I zoomed in on her, to see if I could figure out what kind of voter registration card he might be carrying in her wallet.
I mean hell, those two girls walking with their legs all twisted are WAY too fucking hot for me. Plus, they carry GIANT fucking handbags, so obviously…they are materialistic sluts who fuck for money/only dig rich dudes. They prolly only work at normal jobs for tax reasons. But I digress.
Yeah…that zoom function on MSPaint really didn’t help me out much. It went from looking like someone pushing a dolly, to someone who is grappling with a pixelated gateway to hell, that is full of fiery evil souls that are trying to escape into the earthly realms to wreak havoc and destruction on unsuspecting humans.
Good thing this poor fucker has intervened for us, eh?
Anyway…yeah…the zoom doesn’t tell me much…but there do appear to be some wheels … so … we’ll assume this dolly’s gender and intentions, and yeah…back problems just looking for a place to way to happen. I don’t know what that yellow thing that he/she/it is headed for, but those hell demons better hope that isn’t a mopping bucket full of water. Prolly wouldn’t be holy water, but…maybe that’s what the demons are needing…unholy water created from some poor fuck tasked with the unenviable task of mopping a goddamn bridge.
Now…I wonder what events could transpire, that could necessitate the need for a bridge, of all goddamn things, to be mopped. I can think of a reason. Several reasons. Weird what happens when train wrecks collide. But I digress.
Yeah…obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. Not that there aren’t some fucks sitting back and saying, “it’s win/win” while spinning opportunity and opportunities.
Like seeks like.
That's what just popped into my head.
Calm seeks calm.
Calamity seeks calamity.
Hmmmm....the name "John Walsh" just popped up.
For anyone not residing in the USA, or those too young to know…look up a show called “America’s Most Wanted” and “Adam’s Law” while searching for “John Walsh” for some background.
Anyway…yeah…these girls and their legs. Both right knees, right shins, right feet, right thighs, left hips, left feet, left mid-back… appear to be in some distress. I dunno why they aren’t walking right in the middle of that avenue so that they can avoid having to avoid those obstacles…but these ARE women we are talking about…and we all know…that women…are dumb.
I mean, that one is on a fucking cellphone for chrissakes.
Who walks on a fucking bridge while talking on a cellphone? What if she were to walk over the edge of that bridge and fall into the water because she wasn’t paying attention?!?!?!? Stupid bitch got what she deserved. Now she is gonna die from some skanky disease because of exposure to that nasty-assed water that she could have avoided if she had taken an Uber-Powered auto-driving cab. If only she had an iPhone instead of Android. Stupid bitch is prolly on a fucking outdated Blackberry.
GOD DAMN WOMEN ARE STUPID!!!!
UPGRADE STUPID FEMALE!!!
Q: Why aren’t they stupid enough to date me?
A: COME ON EVOLUTION/DE-EVOLUTION!!! Work thy magic for me!!!!
😉
Yeah…the woman in front has some cool shoes. But so does the woman to the right. But I cringe when thinking about those heels on that bridge. Especially when she has to move over and over again to avoid shit. But what is really on my mind at this point…is…
Q: How in the FUCK does someone obtain a permit to set up shop on a fucking bridge to sell shit?
A: ...
Not that I am opposed to someone plying their wares on a public walkway of any kind…but…they appear to have a monopoly going on there. Must be some sort of protection racket or union that ensures that little man is looked after in protecting their right to a monopoly. Hey! They thought of the idea first. You snooze…you loose.
Anyway…yeah…prolly all kinds of protection and protections happening on that bridge.
WHAT IN THE FUCK DO THOSE ASSHOLES ON BICYCLES THINK THEY ARE DOING IN THE GODDAMN BUS LANE???!!!???!!!???
Don’t those stupid fucks realize that “getting hit by a bus” is the number one reason for untimely death in the protection racket rings and schools of thought?!?!?!?
GOD DAMN PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!!
/initiate evolutionary change check to see if ....ah fuck it...lost cause...
I wonder who makes those walls? Like…manufactures them? I wonder if they are in any unions and/or trade groups, professional associations, etc.?
Q: WHY NOT TAKE THE DAMN THING APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKS?!?!?!?
A: ...
Sorry, but if it’s that important to you, and the damn thing is gonna come down anyway, why not treat it with some of that TLC that you are espousing it needs? I care what happens to it. I’d like to see it some day. I could stand on that bridge and talk to chicks, maybe pick up a few postcards and a T-Shirt or something.
Q: Does the bus stop on the bridge if a passenger needs to board a bus there?
Q: What if they’ve tried to make it to the next bus stop, but physically cannot make it?
Q: I thought you were big on making exceptions?
Wait…maybe I’m confused. We are hanging on to the past, from the present, while building better…right?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Q: How many gallons of paint were used on painting the street lines and signs and whatever on that street?
A: ...
I wonder how much that paint weighs.
Q: How often is painting/repainting required?
A: ...
Q: Do the design(s) and location(s) ever change with respect to what is painted where?
A: ...
Q: What about the chemical makeup of the paint? Does that ever change?
A: ...
Q: What about the old paint that flakes off…where does it go?
A: ...
Q: Is there an accurate audit-trail as to what paints were used where, when, the amounts, the types, chemical makeup and formulations, etc. etc.?
A: ...
Q: Is that information freely and readily available and free to the public which it serves?
A: ...
Yep. Your government. It is what it is. It’s yours afterall.
So much for these “not my <insert name and/or position and/or title here>” types of placards and signs, eh?
Signs...signs...neverywhere...signs.
There is NO…FUCKING…WAY…that real-estate prices in that area are as such that a fucking souvenir shop can pull in the kind of money required to afford land in that area. Oh wait…it’s technically hovering, and not actually on land…like…terra-firma kind of land. Wait…isn’t there all kinds of legal wranglings with respect to bridges and waterways and shit like that?
Welp…who cares. This fucking asshole is flying in restricted airspace without clearance and prolly is not a properly licensed and certified pilot. Hell…the fucker doesn’t even have a goddamn airplane. Prolly breaking some physical laws. LET’S BUST THIS ASSHOLE FOR BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! GET HIM AND/OR HER, THEM…OR…WHATEVER!!!
<Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch.wmv>
Speaking of breaking some physical laws…it would appear that those with super-powers have finally infiltrated professional sports. I mean…that guy punches so fucking fast…you can’t even see it. There ought to be some kind of law. And if there is already some law…the evidence is overwhelming.
BAN HIM!!! (or her) …whatever…just…DO SOMETHING!!! REVENUES MIGHT SUFFER!!!
Or go up...hmmmmmmm....let's talk this over...
<Hey You – The Rock Steady Crew>
So…since we are dealing with permanent and permanence…let’s make a course adjustment in the correct direction…
So…you want your shit to fucking always and forever…stay the same…right?
I'd suggest ice.
Yeah…find a big fucking block of ice, and jump the fuck into it.
I ain’t gonna volunteer to watch your dumb ass to make sure nothing changes, but I may drop in occasionally to check on ya. Maybe see if you’ve changed your mind. But no chance of that, eh? You wanted static and unchanging…and you got it…so…yeah…no changes to be had.
Let’s imagine that you have a kid.
You encourage this kid to become a doctor.
You, are less financially viable than you would like, and want better for you kid, hence…you encourage along the medical path.
Nothing wrong with that ❤
However…your kid is going to inherit a fucking nightmare.
20 years from now, this kid of yours is going to be forced into a corner, where they are required to provide answers for something that they had absolutely nothing to do with.
They had no idea that this kind of shit was going on 20 years ago.
“Fuckin’ A mom…I was only 10 years old at the time…I was playing Minecraft with friends and reading comic books about aliens from outer-space.”
I wasn’t researching hidden research that was protected by proprietary and/or corporate law(s).
No one else knew what they were doing.
Hell…even they weren’t sure what in the fuck they were doing.
They had no idea as to the long-term effects of these experimental technologies.
Q: You sure your child is up to the challenge?
A: ...
Q: Are you?
A: ...
I’m betting that you are.
I’m with ya.
I’m cheering you on.
Not so sure about some of the tinkering that is going to require your child to walk that path, which is going to require you to walk it with them…but that remains to be seen, eh?
I have faith…that if your child and you indeed have to walk that path…that there is a reason and reasons…reason and reasons that you have been chosen to walk it…that there is hope.
Yeah…I kinda went off at CFrank Davis’ blog the other day. And I realize that much of what Frank says is kinda tongue-in-cheek stuff that is sometimes written with the intent of getting a reaction. I see nothing wrong with that, but yeah…all kinds of shit wrong with that. Primarily, the thought of using the same modes and methods to oppose something that is using modes and methods that is generating opposition.
I understand that kind of thinking tho. I’m not fond of thinking that way, but then again I’m a lazy fuck who doesn’t like thinking at all. Too much work. Too much hassle. Let the Pros and prose handle this. Wait…prose is me. I’m all plain and stupid…uneducated and uncertified. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah....raising an army to fight an army.
Pro-Tip: I’d watch the groin and shins if I were you. Nothing like an expected leggy to defeat a well armed army.
Yeah…Frank imbeds some interesting thoughts in his writings when he isn’t being a frothed mouth lunatic about anti-smoking. Lots off cool stuff to ponder and think about. Even if it’s just for fun. But then again…why isn’t figuring shit out fun? I think it’s fun. Not an opinion shared by very many…but…yeah or whatever.
<Haysi Fantayzee – John Wayne is big Leggy 1982>
That’s all I have for now.
Hope all of that bullshit makes sense, and that you are in no way as confused as I am.
I mean…yeah…sometimes I may “lead-on” that I am a shade more confused than I actually am…but I have my reasons for that.
I am not looking for answers for me.
I am looking for that which I can pass on.
Anything for me, and me alone, outside of the joy of the ride itself, does me no good.
Sometimes, there’s lots of data to ponder in such cases…sometimes, not so much.
I gots no answers.
Q: Is my “looking” not good enough?
A: I dunno either /me shrugs
I do work for you afterall.
/shrug
It’s much more difficult to parse a person and their life than some might think.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to help when and where I can.
∞/shrug\∞
So finally…to Leg Iron’s Underdog Bites Upwards blog. I’ve had the pleasure of the opportunity to speak with someone directly this week via Twitter, and I gotta give a shout-out to her writing.
I had no idea that other people ever wrote articles at UBU, but I’ve no idea why I would know…so…yeah. She pointed me in the direction of some of her writing, and it’s pretty damn good. I liked it anyway. “Very observant and relatable” is how I would describe it. A state of being that is shared. Almost that “voice speaking to the wind as if no one is listening” type of writing, that I personally enjoy. A story to be told. Doesn’t matter if that story “should be told” or “needs to be told”…it’s beyond that kind of nonsense…it is being told…and that’s all that matters.
Lot’s of people I’ve stumbled across in my travels who are like this.
It’s a pleasure and joy to have been afforded the opportunity/opportunities.
Just remember, I’m gonna piss you off at some point, and we’ll prolly get along just fine.
Or something.
Anyway…we appear to have a common interest in travel, music, writing, nail polish, and some Scottish dude.
^Brothers Moving “Minnie The Moocher”^
Cade: OH SHIT! I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!!
X: Never heard that before.
Cade: Anything in particular?
X: We’ll get to me later.
Cade: Sounds ominous.
X: We’ll see.
Cade: lolz…k.
X: …
^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^
… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀
*******
WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.
Was just thinking.
I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.
DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.
Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?
A: ???
30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.
720 hours = 43,200 minutes.
Q: What’s your time worth to you?
A: ?¿?
Q: Since when did my time become your time?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Does that make your time my time?
A: ¿¿¿
Got the time?
^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^
I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.
The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?
Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto
…full of illegal immigrants,
white trash,
niggers,
terrorists,
drug addicts,
unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry
and other various assorted hood-rats...
but not everyone can be you.
^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^
So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?
Things change mang and/or mangette.
Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…
“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”
…hence
…big mamma called me.
But it gets weird from there.
^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^
I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.
Lolz
Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.
Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.
OH! You don’t?
Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.
You might wanna read the label, chief.
The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.
I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.
But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”
^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^
Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.
And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices.
And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.
For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.
Layers. Does that help?
^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^
MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?
CADE: Sure.
MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?
CADE: Yesssss….
MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?
CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.
MA: …
CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.
MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.
CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.
It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.
CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?
MA: They better not be.
I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.
CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.
MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!
CADE: Whatever you say.
MA: <laughs>
CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.
MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.
CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.
MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.
CADE: Why is that?
MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.
CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?
MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.
CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.
MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.
CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.
I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.
^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^
The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!
1 = 1.
500,000 = 1.
73% = 1.
27% = 1.
100% = 1.
1 v 1
Yep...that's all there is.
Mystery = WHATEVER!Let’s Us Continue, Eh?
^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^
We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.
Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.
I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.
/shrug
^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.
Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.
There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?
I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.
Q: I wonder how much information weighs?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^
MA: You are?!?!?
CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.
MA: Where are you going?
CADE: West.
MA: Do you have somewhere to go?
CADE: Yeah…west.
Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?
CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.
MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.
CADE: You have?
MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.
CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?
MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.
CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?
MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.
CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.
MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.
CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.
We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^
CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!
MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.
CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!
MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.
CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…
MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.
CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.
MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?
CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…
MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.
Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.
MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.
CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.
MA: That’s still a lot of money.
Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.
Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?
MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”
CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.
MA: No…she didn’t.
CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.
MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…
CADE: A bastard?
MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.
CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!
MA: She’s dead now.
CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤
Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^
CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?
MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?
CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.
MA: She’s 80 today.
CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.
MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?
CADE: lolz…20 years ago?
MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.
CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>
MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.
CADE: That’s cool.
MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.
CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.
MA: You don’t ever check the web?
CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug
MA: Oh…they do to care.
CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.
MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.
CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.
MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.
CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤
MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?
CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.
MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.
CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.
MA: Can I hug you?
CADE: No.
We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.
MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?
CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.
MA: OK.
She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.
It was a great time.
I am thankful for it.
^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^
So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.
Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?
A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?
Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.
Q: Seeing a trend yet?
A: ?!?!?
I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.
EX: Do you like to fuck?
Me neither.
Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.
I’ll try and be good at it.
Hell…we may even like it.
😛
(no promises tho)
^ATTLAS – I Need You More^
Chances.
Chances…and taking them.
What are the odds?
Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.
50/50 = 1 v 1
Q: Which one do you want?
A: …
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^
If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.
Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?
A: ???
I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?
Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…
No matter how, you shake and dance…
The last two drops, are going in your pants.
Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉
^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^
This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.
She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?
That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?
MA: I was a terrible mother.
CADE: Um…no you weren’t.
MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.
CADE: You aren’t now.
MA: But I was then.
CADE: Then isn’t now.
MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.
CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.
I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.
Whatever works tho.
^Sasha – Rooms^
I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.
Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.
I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.
Not that I've thought about that or anything.
The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.
Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…
Clicky has supplied all the images, below…
*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*
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OMG!!!
Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.
🙂
😐
😦
I am not sure how I feel about this.
Meh…I’ll figure it out.
^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^
To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows
Yeah…that motherfucker right there.
That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.
No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?
(Mental Note to check tomorrow)
To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug
Roob is quite aware that I…
A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,
B) HATE death stories/death announcements.
And yet…she prods my sour ass on.
Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz
BUT! She inspires me. As do others.
Hence…I express, now digress.
^CeCe Peniston – Finally^
What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…
“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”
Yeah…scary shit, eh?
Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.
Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?
Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.
Yep...there's power in thought.
Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.
And nailed it…
and nailed it…
and nailed it.
<yawn>
^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^
This comment of…
“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”
…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.
Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?
Well played.
Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.
Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.
I don’t like to discount possibility.
I see the influence.
I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.
Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?
Someone to talk about shit with helps too.
Just sayin.
^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^
I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?
^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^
Also from that ZeroHedge story…
“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”
O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.
We'll get to walls in a minute.
But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.
Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.
So yeah...walls.
China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!
So yeah...CIA.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Duran Duran – Notorious^
They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.
More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.
Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.
It’s cloudy this morning.
^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^
Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.
Tortillas come to mind.
But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.
After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…
Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?
A: ???
“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.
“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.
Sounds...Babylonian.
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
(Just play along here...k?)
Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?
A: 07:00 AM
Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?
A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.
Q: What if there is traffic?
A: I don’t own a car.
Q: What if you need one?
A: I don’t.
Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?
A: Wouldn’t affect me.
Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.
A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.
Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.
A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?
Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?
A: …
^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^
So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?
Q: Where’s the good in that?
A: ?¿?
The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?
A better kind of bad.
Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.
Heh...heh...heH!!!
^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^
Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.
^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^
X: I’ve done that a time or two.
Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.
X: So I’ve heard.
Cade: I can see that.
X: Which part?
Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?
X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?
Cade: Isn’t it obvious?
X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.
Cade: The questions are already there.
X: That’s what I meant 😉
Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.
X: Assuming we get there.
Cade: lolz…we?
X: …
Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.
X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.
Cade: Is that the first one?
X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?
Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.
X: Why not?
Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.
X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.
Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?
X: …
Cade: That wasn’t a question.
X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Cade: I got nothin.
X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.
Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.
X: Is that all you can do?
Cade: What else is there?
X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?
Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.
X: You see any purpose in that?
Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.
X: Does that scare you.
Cade: I like yellow /shrug
X: That’s not what I asked.
Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.
X: Then what?
Cade: I’ll keep going.
X: Almost there.
Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.
X: Times change.
Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.
X: Are you sure?
Cade: Not yet.
X: 😉
Cade: 🙂
^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^
I’m gonna take a break for a while.
I'm not saying goodbye here.
Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.
^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^
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*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*
*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*
They are the pages where an unwilling messiah Brian, Mr Creosote, the Ministry of Silly Walks, a football team of philosophers and a dead parrot were all born. Now, more than 50 notebooks of original sketches and ideas for Monty Python have been donated to the British Library by Michael Palin.
The public will now be able to freely peruse Palin’s archive of writings from 1965 to 1987, including the books where he and Jones would write the early sketches for Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
*That’s right, he’s also an epic traveler, Clicky…*
Secondly some exciting Smokie Drinkie News, Dear Reader…
*Virtually… /knocks of ash and relights…*
And for number three… */thinks…* Ah! This made me chuckle… An explanation of a shambles for the British viewing public…
— Richard W. Jones ❤⛽ (@richardwjones) June 12, 2017
And now a new missive from The Okie Devil for you, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤
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MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^
It’s late Sunday night, and I’ve been busy with not much all day. However, I was able to somehow squeeze in a movie, and now I will suggest you check it out. It’s called Birdman, it’s a superhero flick, and I’ve avoided it for some time.
Q: Who has two thumbs and recommends you see this flick?
A: The guy who is typing this and occasionally hitting the space bar with his thumbs.
There have been several movies that specifically address the concept of what a superhero is. Mystery Men is a good example, but so is Daredevil and Watchmen. That said, this one not only sticks to the topic more along the lines of Mystery Men and Kick-Ass, it crosses the line a bit more. It kinda rubs your nose in both concepts of fantasy and reality as it pertains to “the hero.” That’s what I got out of it anyway. I’m sure I’ll get more and more out of it the more I watch it. Assuming that I ever watch it again. But I would given the chance.
It’s very clever and tells a great story about Hollywood and Broadway actors.
Ya know? People.
Yeah…this movie is full of people.
Towering people.
People teetering on being toppled.
^Apollo 440 – Can’t Stop The Rock^
That’s all you’re getting from me. I mean…she said all that shit above, and not me. So if the movie is now spoiled,…erm…too fucking bad…blame her, or stop looking at the pic or something.
I had heard that this movie was weird.
This is movie is far from weird…it’s good ol’ fashioned completely fucked up.
Plus…”the bad guy” or “villain” in this one is quite cleverly disguised/costumed, and is one of the more interesting villains in recent memory.
You’d never even know they were there.
Meh...you'll figure it out.
^The Crystal Method – Blowout^
BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
So…dripping in guilt…um…yeah…I got to read a book I didn’t pay for.
The only way I can quasi-make up for it…is actually read the fucking thing.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time thinking on it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time writing about it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is….erm…I dunno.
I’ll leave it to you to devise something devious and clever as punishment for the thrashing I’m about to give it.
This will not be my intent…but I always look on the bright side.
Weird that we can only see it through the dark.
Weird.
^Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun^
The Mark. I don’t like this book. I mean…I love it. But yeah…I don’t like it. I dances all around some really pertinent and noteworthy topics, a shitload of topics actually…and it does this very cleverly. Great story.
The author tells a very long, slow-moving story very quickly. I guess I could just say that it reads well, but I didn’t. Until now…but yeah…well written and easy on the English/UK slang. Almost like another story I noticed by this publisher where it appeared to me when an American author was attempting to use UK slang, this story appears to me as a UK author trying not to use UK slang. Weird. I prolly wrong on all counts, but no one cares…so…meh. I guess the way that the backstory is woven into the now really kinda keeps it flowing. Not saying that I had the urge to skip pages and read ahead because I didn’t have those urges…but I wanted to. Weird, eh?
I guess some of the “ingrained English culture” that sometimes makes those in the UK appear so fucking weird to the outside world, is starting to make a little more sense.
^Moloko – Sing It Back^
These pertinent and noteworthy topics I mentioned, are always pertinent and noteworthy. I guess the measure of their noteworthy depends on the time and times in which they are perceived to occur. Lots of people still freaked the fuck out by The Internet. But that’s not really a stretch is it?
There are those who like theatre/stage, there are those that like opera, there are those that like theatre/movies, there are those who like church, there are those that like books, there are those that like nightclubs, there are those that prefer to stay home and watch television, there are those that like to sit outside and just…watch. I prolly missed some options or twenty in there, but you get the gist. Especially when you flip most of those into participant and observer roles, and then add time and times as to when and where. Meh.
^Pendulum – Showdown (Official Video)^
I can understand my need to “educate myself”…the battle-cry within most media today.
However, there are stopgaps there.
1st, now I gotta “prove it”…be tested…as to how much I have learned.
Q: What if I failed your test?
A: ?¿?
Q: Did I fail you? Or did you fail me? When?
A: ¿?¿
I guess I’m just dumb. Doesn’t say much about you and your teaching tho does it? Even if I earn your stupid-assed certificate of authenticity of approval, that winning was based on the possibility of failure. Doesn’t bode well for my survival over the long run…does it?
BTW…are you course credits and/or certifications transferable?
I get the feeling I may need that option.
^Sonique It Feels so Good^
So yeah…The Internet…nothing but voyeurs and fetishists. Oh, and predators. And smurfs. Oh…and catfish. And trolls. And some other stuff. Paranoidistics should prolly become it’s own discipline. But that’s almost kinda…self incriminating…isn’t it? Lolz
Gotta account for the voice that The Internet gives to many that would otherwise not have it. But before you get all uppity as to a few things regarding “marks” and “beasts”…yer gonna need to do some self-flagellation real quick….K?
(virtually...VIRTUALLY...you fucking sickos)
There are many that discount “the power” of the individual voice that gets drowned out amongst the noise within the throng…or…throbbing-clusterfuck…as I like to call it. And many times, they are correct. However, how in the fuck are you going to use this same system to label each and every person, when there are those that are omitted by this system’s existence in and of itself? Channels? Better channels? Better channeling? Good fucking luck with that one. Especially seeing as how this entire system is build upon a system that will fall like tumblers under the right conditions. Yeah…power. As in, electrical.
Suddenly…the concept of infinite and unlimited power doesn’t sound so good, eh?
Almost like…there’s a built in safety there.
Keep in mind who provides the power, and it’ll never be a shock when there is too little or too much of it.
Just sayin'.
^iiO – Rapture (Official Video)^
Clouds have moved in after a coupla days of sunshine.
Q: Do I seem glum?
A: I feel glum.
Prolly just my overwhelming urge to both A) continue reading The Mark, and B) not continue reading The Mark.
YEAH ASSHOLES!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED IT!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!?!?
How can I write a book review on a book that I’ve not even finished reading?
Well duh. You fucks judge unread and/or unfinished books all the time. It’s just that these books are lives. Lives that are in progress, therefore, cannot be told in their totality as they are still being written. That is of course, unless you take matters into your own hands.
Creepy thoughts...eh?
Hey…if you fucks can trash a book based on the cover, or the title, or the forward, or who wrote the forward, or the fact that there is no dedication, or just read the first few pages and stop and THEN trash the fuck out of it…I should be able to write a positive review at the halfway point.
Halway-ish.
Like 126 of 200 or something.
^Blade Runner Theme • Vangelis^
I’ve been interrupted by The BBC several times over the last week over their series Oceans. Whatshername picked it up at the library last week for reasons unknown, and I’ve been watching it. I even managed to clean up disk 2 to where it plays in its totality. Story for another blog I guess. 😉
Anyway…it’s a great series…very ambitious. Big, beautiful, and let’s us lubbers see some things that we never would have been able to see otherwise. Lotta messages in this film. One of which, is sharks. Sharks are starting to become the new dolphin…I guess because tuna are almost gone, so we don’t have to worry about dolphin getting caught in the tuna nets anymore. Dolphins prolly still need to be wary of certain coves, but I digress since I have no answers. But anyway…a message that is espoused over and over in this film…is health. Health of the oceans. Health of the food chain. Health of the apex predators.
Blah blah blah.
The ironic bit, is that all of this “health” is based upon sickness and disease. More succinctly, the sick and the diseased. Lotta references to “weeding out” with respect to the sick and diseased. Not much “respect” there in my not-so-humble opinion…but whatever or something.
Anyway…this food chain business is gonna be your own worst enemy, mainly because of its static representation of a dynamic system. I mean, all you gotta do is turn that food chain diagram 180° to see the apex. Yeah…the other one. This is why I operate in a 4/7/5/8 dimensional world. You never forget life, nor time, nor the structures that support them both. Because it works both ways, in all cases, no exceptions, forever and always. Or at least, it works that way currently. 😉
^Blade Runner • Tears in Rain • Vangelis^
The saving grace in ecological conservation, or conservation of any kind…it that there is no saving grace.
Ironic...eh?
So…we look for gems. Gems like “we just don’t know.” That’s a something that was espoused by Philippe Cousteau, and the honesty in it damn near brings someone like me to tears of joy. Working your ass off, as it is happening, knowing that you are blundering around in a shitstorm, trying to make sense of it all, and doing the best you can with what you have.
/shrug
^Apocalypse Now Theme • Ride of the Valkyries • Richard Wagner^
Now that the cofveve buzz has worn off, let’s talk about something else. I mean, I can’t help but think about Rob Stewart and his efforts to bring “the shark issue” to our attention. But then again, I have an interest in the ocean. Many people, don’t.
So let’s talk…strata….in wata.
DOH!
Yep…wata strata.
Wata has a lotta strata.
And when you think about it…should oughtn’t it have outta have strata?
Pro-Tip: "Outta" and it's usage, contextually.
Outta: Awe-Tuh…contraction substitution for “ought to”
We outta get the fuck outta here.
Outta: Ow-Tuh…contraction substitution for “out of”
We’re outta here.
^Fluke – Atomic Bomb (Atomix 3)^
Lot’s of long cogs turn slowly in the wheel over very long periods of time to get what they want, eh?
I wonder if they still want it?
I wonder if they are willing to wait to get it?
Sorry…just…important questions.
Or at least…I think they are important questions anyway.
^Hans Zimmer – Time (Inception)^
Not that we are on the path to identifying healthy via unhealthy…lets go ahead and burst the bubble so we can stop riding it. Now that we are healthy…we gotta quest to be uber-healthy. Which means that the healthy, who cannot attain the status of uber-healthy, are now right back to being the sick. The unhealthy. But…let’s also entertain the notion that a certain healthy someone CAN attain the status of uber-healthy…unfortunately…they had a slip or a fall at the gym.
BLOOPS!
The injured have cropped back up as well. Now you are mired in sick AND injured peeps once again.
WTF?!?!???!?!?!????1111 WE JUST CLEANED THIS SHIT UP!!!!!!
^Hank Williams Jr & Hank Williams Sr- There’s A Tear In My Beer (Excellent Quality)+(Lyrics)^
I’m rambling. Must have rambling on my mind or something.
I guess monologuing has that effect or something.
^Allman Brothers Band – Ramblin’ Man^
So anyway…yeah…um….um…um…yeah…strata in the wata or something.
I guess that I find it ironic that we dig through dirt and rock, see these layers containing untold numbers of fauna and flora, and yet we always chalk it up to rising and lowering sea levels, Moving of tectonic plates. Subduction. Migration. And…we’re right to it. These walks are not that long because of the fortunate place in which I find myself. I recognize the shoulders that I am standing on.
If we journey from terra to ice…maybe that will make the water strata a little easier. Because I’ve already suggested that there are regional forces that determine the size, shape and makeup of water, and these forces are dependent upon other regional forces, globally. Why would they not be? You’ve got two infinity zooms on that microscope or camera, but only acknowledge one. Prolly because you built the fucking thing. Infinities are scalar. Add relativity in there, and maybe your head won’t pop at that thought.
^YBR – Led Zeppelin – Ramble On^
HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what facilitates these auxiliary channels and pathways that you are suggesting?
A: I don't fucking know what facilitates them you goddamned idiot. What the fuck kind of question is that?
If you think the past is something to leave behind, then leave the fucking thing behind. However…I’d advise that, if you are a proponent of string theory, you might wanna think about that premise. Stretchy strings snap back eventually. Better hope it isn’t loaded with stings on those strings.
(just saying)
I think the question that really wants to be asked/answered, is how do these pathways open…not, how they exist. And my thinking would lead me to believe that leaving the life element out of your equations is prolly a mistake. There is a perpetuity to life that cannot be denied. Existence of an immortal soul, or gods, or monsters, or ghosts or whatever…does not diminish this. It may augment the fuck out of it, but it certainly does not diminish it. I wonder if detraction diminishes.
Meh…fuck it…let’s say none of the above.
(heh...get it...heh heh)
Erm…anyway…uh…yeah…will. There are all kinds of them. Needs and wants are will. I wonder if they are willing?
Hmmmm....
^Spooky – Little Bullet (Extended Version)^
You smokers are gonna have to get used to the fact that your cigarettes DO affect non-smokers. You can stack scientific data to the fucking moon that says otherwise. So…you gotta question what you value more…the stack of papers, or people?
If I’m around cigarettes all the time, I’ll sorta get used to it. But that doesn’t stop those acute attacks of itchy eyes, itchy skin, sneezing and wheezing. Gotta keep in mind that not all smokers smoke the same brand. Add cloves, and cigars, and pipes, and pot and God knows what else to that mix, and yeah…there are gonna be exceptions to your rules. You wanna be one, right? An exception? Welp…I wanna help. And not by ignoring your plight nor hoping you get cancer or some other ailment <shudder> Just…know…that when I ask if you wouldn’t mind not sparking up just yet? Coming from me personally anyway…I’m trying to be courteous to you and me both. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. But usually I don’t care. Spark up and smoke em if you got em. 🙂
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^
Yeah…I was raised in a smoking home. But not really. My mother is VEHEMENTLYopposed to smoking. Yeah…I on rare occasions smoke, and I currently chew tobacco. But…so fucking what? That’s my choice right? Isn’t the freedom to choose isn’t on someone’s list somewhere?
I know it is.
X: Maybe.
Cade: Thanks.
X: …
^Showtek – The F Track^
This roasted coffee beans/carcinogens mess is really swirling in my head. Nevermind the caffeine and nicotine bullshit, and really…fuck the cancer bullshit too. Because I keep getting pushed to the political and governmental sides of this bullshit…which means business and businesses. Speaking as someone who is allergic to just about anything and everything, I wonder what my crime is. Because…is that what we are coming to? Inventing crime because we’ve gotten bored with the “run-of-the-mill” kinds of stuff?
I relish those things that I can participate in which do not give me grief for doing so. Hell, I relish many of the things that DO give me grief for partaking of. Petting dogs and cats. Eating beans of ANY kind. (Yes, I am allergic to almost all beans including cofveve). Almost all spicy foods give me reflux. I’m allergic to all of the ingredients in beer. Interesting footnote tho…drinking beer regularly helps with my pet allergies. I guess because it keeps my histamine levels high due to the allergens in the beer, which helps better my pet allergies. Prolly some saliva/salivary and endocrine links there too, not to mention plain ol’ feeling good and not feeling sick/sickly.
^Foetus – The Only Good Christian Is A Dead Christian^
X: Do you remember what we talked about earlier in the week?
Cade: No.
0: Are you lying?
Cade: Um….no.
Z: Are you sure?
Cade: Not anymore.
Z: Why not?
Cade: No idea. Prolly a personality issue.
Z: lolz…WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: I’m fractured.
X: Since when?
Cade: Pick one.
A: Wait…what?
Cade: Huh?
A: That wasn’t a multiple choice question.
Cade: Well…if I fractured at some point, wouldn’t that trend continue?
X: Ooohhh…a clever one we’ve got here.
Z: …
Cade: lolz…um…Z thinks otherwise.
0: They aren’t alone in that thought.
Cade: Wait…I get the temporary natures of healing.
X: Why is nature plural there.
Cade: Because of the healing processes post-healing process?
X: Well said.
T: Seconded.
0: Meh…
Cade: lolz…nice.
0: You’re welcome.
X: How many of you scars have been covered.
Cade: Um…I’m gonna take that one at face value, and say many.
X: How?
Cade: I can’t answer that. I only know that they have.
Z: Time heals all wounds.
Cade: Yeah…but what does that mean?
B: Everybody is different.
Cade: Yep.
B: Are you a fast healer?
Cade: Sometimes. But I’m also a free bleeder.
X: Bleed a lot do you?
Cade: Yep. Then it just kinda…
0: Stops.
Cade: I just know that all three surgeries I have had, all of the surgeons commented as to how badly I bled.
X: You think there is a link to scars and scarring there?
Cade: Within the capillary system? You fucking bet I do. There’s something about that interface section of the body that we like to omit and/or ignore.
Z: Think that is related to pride?
Cade: Maybe some. But not in the manner in which “The Spiritualists” like to define it.
X: Which is what?
Cade: Um…who doesn’t want to look good. And not just to the outside world.
X: Feels pretty good to feel good, eh?
Cade: I like it /shrug
A: I gave you that ability.
Cade: The ability to shrug? Fair enough. I’m still pondering the magical nature of many of these reflexes that we tend to chalk up as social faux pas or glitches.
C: They aren’t glitches?
W: And don’t get smart here.
Cade: lolz…And who the FUCK might you be?
W: …
Cade: I know that…but the reader doesn’t.
X: Answer the question.
Cade: I shudder to think about losing my gag reflex completely.
X: Why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: One particular batch of homemade red beans, at the wrong time…
X: Fatal.
Cade: I can only chalk it up to not being able to piss.
0: Kinda…timely and pertinent when your bladder is on the verge of exploding, but the pipes ain’t working…is that it?
Cade: Something like that. But then again…my throat is kinda…void.
X: I wouldn’t say that.
Cade: lolz…welp…you’d be right…but the doctors would disagree.
Z: What was it that one doctor said?
Cade: Unusual musculature of the mouth and throat.
X: And what did that make you think of?
Cade: The movie Blade.
X: I knew it…a blood sucking vampire.
Cade: lolz…busted. Wait…garlic and mirrors or crosses or holy water couldn’t have saved you some time there?
X: They aren’t always conclusive.
Cade: Fucking ROFL!!!
X: 😉
0: Catch yourself there tiger. Let the laughing fit the reader isn’t seeing pass…then get going again.
Cade: K. THX.
0: np
Cade: So…if I have this correctly…
Z: Fat chance…but go ahead…
Cade: Yeah..um…because I have weird musculature in my mouth and throat…
X: Yeah…that premise kinda died on the vine. Time to move on.
Cade: k…that was pretty fucking funny tho.
Z: We aim to please.
Cade: 🙂
X: …
^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^
X: Water.
Cade: Noted.
We dig through all kinds of layer after layer of various minerals and elements of all kinds, and yet relegate the oceans and bodies of water to layers of whale shit, fish piss, nutrients moving to feed a algae bloom via currents, but it’s still water…and just and only water. Not to mention the relegation of ice and snow at the polar caps to reflectors, and not thinking about them more in terms of capacitors and facilitators of heat transference and other energies.
Yeah…heat…not cold. Cold drives heat, and heat drives cold. I think there’s something there to crystals and salt and stuff…but whatever. No wonder your models of ice ages are so fucked up. Ever considered a pole that is still circular, but more banded? Take a gander at Saturn or Jupiter, and maybe that’ll help.
Fuck it…if you’re gonna look for life everywhere else in our solar system and elsewhere, all while ignoring the life that is here on Earth/Terra, how are you looking at that shit? Using the same systems specifically designed by people to take care of people? Fuck that noise. No fucking wonder there is a rush to commercialize space travel and shitcan research funded by government. Yeah…it sucks to get cut off at the knees. But let’s not travel this road again…k?
What am I saying…of course we are gonna travel it.
Unless we don't.
^Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel – I’ll Meet You in Poland Baby^
Cade: I dunno…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is about thinking that water is more globular than we give it credit for.
X: Continue…
Cade: Shut the fuck up.
X: OK then.
Cade: Clustering and clabbering, and not just wads of fish piss and fish shit.
X: But that too?
Cade: Watching Tooni Mahto look for otoliths in sea lion shit reveals much more than simply certain sea lions are fishing at deeper depths.
X: Which is…
Cade: What gets used and where, and what does not get used and where.
X: Lotta time to think about there.
Cade: Especially on the molecular levels as they pertain to the macro.
0: Wait…what?!?!?! What the fuck does that mean?
Cade: I dunno. Connections I guess.
0: Wait wait wait wait a minute there…are you suggesting that certain piles of sea lion scat may someday solidify and petrify…simply as a marker?
Cade: Sure…why not. Hells bells…the law of averages is prolly gonna be able to confirm that.
Z: But…what about subduction?
Cade: Where it happens? Or where it doesn’t happen?
Z: Nice. Well played.
Cade: …
Z: More ancient than you even want to think about…eh?
Cade: Something like that.
A: …
Cade: My thinking exactly.
X: Well…not exactly…but we’ll let it slide this time.
Cade: Dismissal of a system that is used to arrive at a location seems kinda…um…I don’t know.
X: Dismissive?
T: I think I know what he’s thinking here.
Cade: Thanks.
T: 🙂
Z: …
^Thatcher On Acid -Outwardly We’re Lying Inwardly Were Crying^
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