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^
It has been something of a painful week for me, Dear Reader…
I either slept funny, or in a draught ‘cos when I woke last Sunday, both my neck and right shoulder were in blooming pain. Then I mowed the grass…
*I know, Clicky… The garden was a bit overgrown…*
I can’t tell you how bad it felt when I woke on Monday…
*Hmm… right facial expression, Clicky, but I wasn’t moving anything like that fast…*
…and I certainly wasn’t fit for work…
Fortunately I was able to take the week off as holiday…
*Very ‘andy, Clicky… I’m new there – I don’t wanna be labelled a sicknote… /pulls face… It was my own fault for aggravating it… /thinks… And I got to do nothing which is pretty much what I use holiday for anyway…*
By Thursday, strong painkillers and rest (Thoughtful Man has been an absolute rock) had done the trick and I was at least able to get dressed to go vote. Plus never underestimate the healing benefits of receiving ‘good karma’ or a surprise gift in the post…
Cade had written the following missive but held back sending it until today. It’s…
*Clicky?!?…*
*Okay but it’s probably too late for that… Go sort out a Song for the end and we’ll just let Dear Reader find out what’s in Cade’s missive for themself…*
*******
Sup y0?
Tis’ Saturday June 10th. I wrote most of this bullshit below earlier in the week. Not that you care, because no one is reading this. So yeah…let’s get the fuck on with it, eh? Skip the sex, and straight to the foreplay.
OH! And if there are some words missing, my keyboard is dying/low batteries. I noticed in one of my reposts this week that a lot of words were missing. I type pretty fast, so when the keyboard cuts out because of these low batteries, I don’t always notice.
Here go.
I mean…We go.
I mean…Here we.
I mean…Here we go.
^No Remorse – Metallica – Kill ’em All – Studio Version – HD^
I just wrote a new song. It’s called…”I Just Wrote A New Song.”
It goes a little something like this…
I just wrote a new song…
It’s about 4 hours long.
Just kidding. I mean…not really, because I did write that. Just need a few hours to work on it.
😛
^Depeche Mode – Blasphemous Rumours [Flashghost]^
The Amazing...
“Do Nothing Machine.”
Sounds … relevant … to someone … I know.
It's amazing what a little nothing can do.
^The amazing Do Nothing Machine at the Museum of Craftsmanship^
I didn’t plan on writing the previous whatever. I figured the one before that would be my last. So maybe you can empathize with what is transpiring right here and now.
Not that there is some cumulative confusion with continuing to write, when I thought that I had just about wrapped up these efforts. Because here I am…
writing more shit
…simply because I have been inspired by events to do so.
^Cocteau Twins – Melonella^
I blanked an entire post on my own blog last night by foolishly editing what I had already published. Hit the “undo” button one too many times I guess…
at which point
…I guess the automated portion of Blogger said something akin to
“WATCH THIS!!!”
as my entire post vanished from the edit window…
at which point
…I can only imagine that the auto-save portion chimed in with…
“TA-DA!!!”
By the time it occurred to me that maybe hitting the “redo” button might be a valid and prudent course, I had already clicked the “preview” button … and was now staring a completely blank page.
I swear to God…the page was so devoid of anything, that the thought of tumbleweeds and whistling winds somehow suddenly manifesting on-screen would have been a welcome addition.
I kept eyeballing the publishing toolbar, and wondering why there was no cancel function.
I mean…this is a published article.
Auto-save….it’s a pickle.
I won’t say a sour pickle, because I personally love sour pickles.
It’s the sweet ones that I hate.
My gut tightened…I shrugged…scowled…whispered “oh well”…and went to bed.
I slept quite a bit and quite well.
Even took a nap this afternoon and slept quite well too.
The more and better I sleep…the more tired I get.
/me is weird like that
^Metallica: Creeping Death & Blackened (MetOnTour – Oakland, CA – 2016)^
Quite the storm overhead right now. Blue and white on one side, dark grey and black on the other…lightly raining in the middle. The smell of rain…loaded with that sweet smell of fresh dirt.
I was coming indoors for a moment to grab my binoculars since I had seen something floating in the sky to the southeast that did not appear to be either aircraft nor drone…prolly a balloon…but I wanna see it/watch it since it is riding the leading edge of the storm. As I entered the hallway that leads to “my” room, I notice whatshername is hoovering in my oldest son’s doorway…and as soon as she sees me, her conversation with my son ceases, and she looks at me.
The silence is almost deafening, but I avert my eyes to the floor, continue my journey as I now change plan and decide whatever it is can just float the fuck on without worry of me attempting to observe it further. I am just about to pass her when she says…
Did you notice that branch that came down after the last storm?
I think to myself…yes I did see it because you pointed it out to me…wait…what? Why is she asking about a branch that has been on the ground for a coupla days? Tree-limb pickup isn’t until Thursday, this is Sunday, and we have another storm right on top of us.
Cade: Ummm…I thought I did. (I musta had quite a puzzled look on my face)
This is a different one.
She walks away from my son’s door, he hasn’t said a word during this entire time…
Will you take a look at it…it hasn’t come all the way down.
As she proceeds towards the front door, I turn to follow her, and catch the shadow of a foot out of the corner of my eye and see his door start to close, followed by what is not quite a slam.
I follow her outside, my mind filling with confusion as to where in the hell she is headed since there are no sizeable trees out front that would necessitate concern over their branches. When she makes a left towards the east, my heart sinks as I simultaneously raise my head and see the branch of current pertinent and timely interest.
That one. Do you think it will hit my car?
The branch she is referencing is still well attached to a tree that is deep in the neighbor’s yard, even tho the branch itself is quite close to whatshername’s driveway. A quick scan reveals that the neighbor’s cars are gone, and I swallow hard.
Cade: Maybe. Just move your car out into the street?
I was thinking that, considering the circumstances, this would be the best course until the storm passes.
Cade: Maybe just park it out in the street until you can talk to “neighbor’s name withheld” as to what to do about it?
Whatshername continues to survey the distances and angles of potential motion if and when the branch were to become dislodged during the coming tempest. But I can tell from where I am standing, that the branch appears to still be quite well attached since it has not fallen. This branch is going to require a saw, if for no other reason than to keep from damaging the tree further. She then turns to me…
Couldn’t you just give it a good yank?
Cade: You do whatever you want. But I’m not going on to someone else’s property while they aren’t home to try and pull a tree limb out of one of their trees.
With that, I immediately turn and retreat inside as I stumble around what I consider the best course, and in desperation look for any potentials that I may have missed. As I open the door, I notice whatshername is hot on my heels…
Well…I’m going to pick up your daughter from work.
I cringe.
^Depeche Mode – World In My Eyes (Cicada Mix)^
I admire her moxy. What I detest is her defiance, when and where that defiance seems to manifest itself. Prolly because I am very similar at times, I just approach such situations a little differently.
Oh! You want me to do this this way, otherwise…you are gonna kick my ass?
Try this one on for size then.
I ain’t gonna do it at all…my way, not your way…nor any other way, and we’ll consider that “my way”…k?
Bring on this asskicking you didn’t plan for motherfucker.
I can take it.
Can you?
^Deadmau5 – gg^
Ever won a fight by not even throwing a punch?
I have.
Many actually.
A guy had been picking on me and tempting and taunting me forever, and no matter how many times I warned him, pleaded with him, whatever…that this course was not in his best interests…he kept it up. Accusing me of trying to talk shit without “backing it up” by actually fighting. I run tho too. I kept ducking him forever. He almost got me once at school when he enlisted some friends to assist him with trapping me in a certain area of the school and then dragging me outside.
They hadn’t considered that I work best under the pressure of the moment. I did escape and evade them, and I damn near escaped them permanently until I made a wrong turn…at which point, a classmate of mine intervened. Lucky me. But not long after…they cornered me again…outdoors where I had nowhere to run.
Mainly because I never saw the first punch. The first punch came after a blindside push that knocked me to the ground.
Upon hitting the ground, getting up was not an option because he was immediately on top of me punching me. I curled up in a ball and took it. I dunno how many times he punched me, but he worked back and forth between the body and attempts at punching my obscured face with no luck.
Cade: Don’t punch my head.
There was warning tone in my voice.
A crowd had formed around us, and there was a roar of laughter that was kinda..split. One of his friends shouted in a whining-child taunting tone…
Don’t…punch my poor little head!
I immediately fired back…
Cade: You’re next.
There was a roar of “OOOOOHHHH’s” and laughter that ripped through the crowd, that I could only imagine was quite large, and getting larger.
Doesn’t look like there will be anything left.
Cade: I’m warning you…don’t punch my head!
The guy that was pounding on me resumed his punching attack that had been interrupted by my perceived smartassery, and he continued his assault working back and forth between the body and head, with an occasional attempt at the face as I rocked my head back and forth trying to avoid these.
^Roberto Capuano – Drop (Original Mix) [ANALYTICTRAIL]^
He started in on my kidneys, I guess since they were so readily available, and after quite a few of these punches…I thought to myself “I wonder how many of these I can take, and how much blood am I gonna piss tonight?” Still, attacking the kidneys is a good sign he’s becoming tired.
He even stood up a time or two, keeping me between his legs, and kicked me. I guess out of frustration at a perceived lack of progress, but I was already well aware that my body was gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow and for quite some time after.
Then…I heard the first snap.
I don’t recall which hand it was, but he had taken a shot at the direct center of the back of my head near the neck, and as I felt the tingles of the response of the nerves in my neck transmit their confusing messages down the length of my back…I heard a snap that didn’t belong to me.
I could feel his body relax somewhat, and I could tell that he had withdrawn this hand that recoiled in pain.
Cade: I FUCKING TOLD YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!
There must have been confusion in the crowd as to what I meant by that. But he immediately began to hit me with the other hand, then I felt his bodyweight shift again. This dumb motherfucker is gonna hit me with the hand he just broke to check and see if it is really broken…which he did. The wrist folded under the force of the blow, almost like he was poking the side of my face with the nub of an arm where the hand had been detached.
He never could get to that fury stage, and there were only a few more punches with opposing hand before…again…
*SNAP!*
Even I groaned on this one, and he almost immediately removed himself from where is was perched atop my back. Yikes…that one musta hurt. I stood up in a flash, seemingly unaffected by the beating that had ensued up to that point….and there was a “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” that ran through the crowd. Almost as if everyone was thinking…
OH SHIT!!! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!!!
Cade: I FUCKING WARNED YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I FUCKING WARNED YOU!!! THERE IS NOT A BEATING THAT ANYONE CAN DISH OUT THAT I CANNOT TAKE!!!
I knew that he was in agony, and it had not yet become apparent to those watching that he had broken both of his hands (actually, one hand and one wrist). But there was a hush among the throng as to exactly what they had just witnessed, and what was transpiring now. They had just wanted blood, and now, they had no fucking clue what in the fuck was going on nor what they wanted, nor what to do.
He had begun to whimper a bit, and I could tell that he was fighting back the tears brought on by what must have been some terrible pain, as well as the confusion of what he should do at this point. I shot him a glare and noticed the confusion in his eyes, shot the crowd a glare and noticed the confusion in theirs…I left and went home. I cried all the way there. Inside. Not outwardly. My fury is too well versed and too well honed to show itself outwardly in a way that most could understand.
Regret took over, and the tears began to flow.
^Deadmau5 – Templar^
Not a mark on me. That’s what they would think. And they’d be right, because they were only looking at my face. But I knew better.
Sure enough, the next morning I was covered in bruises and scratches and cuts on my body. Not really…but I bruise slowly if at all. But where there were no marks, there was only pain and a wondering of what in the fuck transpired there to make it hurt so bad, yet there is no evidence of any damage except the pain. I didn’t want to go back to school…ever. I had no idea what waited for me. I could not have fathomed what actually waited for me at school.
^Metallica Escape lyrics^
Looks and a lot of them. Clearing a path, for me? Looking at me with what I can only imagine was an equally confused look that I returned.
For the first time, I walked these crowded hallways in a high school of 5,000+ kids, unimpeded.
What the FUCK?!?!?
I usually had to skirt the walls and wait for those small gaps created by the normal kids as they proceed unimpeded down the center of the hallway. These gaps usually are dependent on how many friends are in tow within a certain group, and vary at different times of the day depending on classes attended and overall level of popularity. But this was very strange to me. Not a word was said to me directly…but obviously the scuttlebutt had already so permeated some structure of communication that I was completely oblivious to.
“He won that fight yesterday by not even throwing a punch”…I heard from behind me. They continued…“you should have been there…he stood up and started yelling…” the conversation went out of earshot as I quickened my pace to my first class.
This is not happening…
this is not happening…
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!!
I made my way into my first class, which was luckily sparsely populated because I was early. I put my books down, put my head on top of them and covered my face. Terror. Sheer terror. As the students filed in, I kept my face down. I kept my face down long after the bell had rung and class started.
Just...don't cry...just don't cry.
Teacher: Cade, I’m gonna need you to raise your head up and pay attention to class.
I eventually raised my head in obedience, and you coulda heard a pin drop in that room. The teacher gave me the most reassuring tight-lipped non-smile I have ever been privy to. She then proceeded with her responsibilities. I hope that I paid attention. But I have a sneaking suspicion that my mind was elsewhere.
^Deadmau5 – Bounce (Original Mix)^
I can only imagine the confusion as to how this wimpy stoner kid who didn’t weigh 140 pounds soaking wet, could have possibly endured a beating by a well known football player who was twice his size…let alone won…let alone win without throwing a single punch. Nevermind that there is not a mark on him. It took a while for some bruises to come in. I didn’t want to talk about it.
Sometime later, I was approached in the school hallway by a guy who was known for being the toughest guy in the entire school. He also just so happened to be a good friend of the guy who wailed on me, and was there that day watching the events. It scared me, because he and yet another of their friends had constantly picked on me the entire time I had been in high school, and I figured that these activities were about to resume. But he simply said to me…
You know…anyone can take a beating. But it takes a real man to dish one out.
He turned and started to walk away, as if he just wanted to say his piece then bail. But I fired back…
Cade: Does it matter how?
He stopped in his tracks…turned towards me, and said…
Yeah…it does.
He turned and walked away.
This next song sucks btw.
^MECHANICAL TECHNO DEMONSTRATION^
Not to change the subject…but I think I figured out a food issue.
Flour Tortillas.
Cheap, filling, easy to carry, and I like them.
AND…they can double as toilet paper in a tight spot.
Cleaning up with the same item you ate the day before. Lolz
Which reminds me…just gotta remember to use them in one capacity or the other, and not both.
Sometime later, a certain someone approached me and asked me…
How did you do that?
Cade: For my entire life, I’ve survived being beaten on repeatedly by a man who spends the entirety of his days pounding and molding steel and metals to his will. I told you…there’s not a beating I cannot withstand. So….I can easily withstand any beating that someone has lined up for me over their own pride and popularity because they figure I’m easy prey.
And yep…as I feared…those events pretty much ended this guy’s football career. He left the school after not making the football team, because they offered him a role as a trainer since he didn’t make the team. I guess he felt that was insult on top of injury, and changed schools.
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^
I’m sure there are those who would say
“AWWW BULLSHIT!!! THAT DIDN’T GO DOWN LIKE THAT AT ALL!!!
And they’d be right.
I wasn’t where they were, and I didn’t see what they saw.
I was busy being where I was.
They weren’t in my head as I anticipated every single move made, and adjusted accordingly, while continuing to plan my own survival.
They had no idea that I never planned to jump up start dishing out what I had just taken. I simply figured that he would tire, quit, declare himself the victor, then I could pack up my lumps and go home.
They couldn’t get their head wrapped around the fact that I was mostly relaxed during all this…until the bones started to break…at which point, my fury became roused in a more tangible manner.
When I eventually did start to bruise about a week later, one of the worst mistakes I made was lifting my shirt and showing the bruises to someone who asked. It only added to the mystery of how I had managed to take such a beating, and also, hide it so well. Years of experience in hiding bruises should have taught me better.
NEVER show the marks. But this was someone I trusted…so…yeah…big mistake. People would just randomly grab my shirt in the hallway and lift it to see if it was true. Almost as if to say…“you’d never know he was covered in bruises, till you actually see them.”
But even then, it was as if they were thinking “how the fuck do you go on as if nothing happened? How the fuck are you functioning at all?”
What choice do I have?
Plus…as far as I was aware…that particular beating was quite lopsided as far as I knew. I never threw a punch, but absorbed quite a few.
Hide the beating in the places that can’t normally show.
Abusers know this.
However…
It works both ways.
I can become what you are any day of the week.
But you can never be me.
Heh...heh...heH
Yeah…kind of a snotty attitude to have, eh?
Or is it just a snotty attitude to espouse?
God forbid the survivors have an opinion.
It might…just…not…sit too well…with the observers.
^deadmau5 – Raise Your Weapon^
Yep…an easy target. No way in hell that I could ever even attempt to describe the more sordid shit that I’ve survived. Yeah…it gets worse. But I have to temper the telling of tales. And this isn’t about “letting sleeping dogs lie” either. If a tale needs be told…I tell it. I figure that’s the only reason I survived…to tell the tale, if, and when, and where needed. Not to satiate some sadist’s desire(s) via proxy (even tho, even sadists are just as human as the rest of us), but rather to encourage other survivors like myself to keep plugging. Keep going.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
/shrug
^Deadmau5 – Faxing Berlin (1080p) || HD^
It’s confusing when “the order of the day” is surviving that day, and yet all we perceive is a world waiting to beat on us. Um…take the beatings as they come. You spend 5 minutes dealing with an impossible problem that eventually gets solved, and the remaining 7 hours and 55 minutes lamenting the previous nightmare and it’s foreboding as to the nightmares to come. Then you wait …
and wait …
and wait …
and wait …
until the next nightmare finally shows up. Is it any wonder that you think your life is full of nightmares and darkness?
I mean…look at it like this…we spend 5 days looking forward to one particular part of one day, and two days dreading one day.
Not such a bad margin, eh?
Seize the day peeps.
Or not.
WhatTHEfuckEVER floats you goddamn boat or whatever.
❤
^Deadmau5 – Cthulhu Sleeps (HQ)^
I promised Roob some pics, but I just noticed my phone is dead. I wonder if I’ll come through.
A few weeks ago, Leggy sent me copy of the latest novel out from Leg Iron Books to copy edit…
Two loners, an internet connection, a forbidden friendship. No good can come of this.
Two troubled and lonely people meet online and start an email friendship. She’s a schoolgirl and street-wise, so she thinks. He’s an older man, a social misfit, already known to the police, a marked man.
No danger, as yet – but he’s a fantasist and she’s a girl who breaks rules.
As events unfold in their lives, the balance of power shifts between them, the pace quickens, their fates are sealed. Fantasies do not survive reality.
I have to say, it’s a great read that had me shouting at the characters…
*Margot really draws you into their lives, Clicky… You feel for them…*
*/Squints… Oh, you’re referring to the title of the post… I saw that but decided to leave it…*
Below is a super-smashing-lovely-great missive from Cade… Enjoy! ❤
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I would jump right in here…but I’ve already gotten started.
So…opportunity = MISSED!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^FOETUS ART TERRORISM-CATASTROPHE CRUNCH^
Hmmm…
words, words words…
hMMM…
NOTE: A certain Judas Priest song may or may not be appropriate below, therefore, it may or may not appear below. I dunno. I haven't gotten there yet.
“Rather, the pirate movement grew out of a Swedish court case centered on the Pirate Bay website and whether it was breaking the law by sharing TV and music.”
^Against The Time & Victor Enzo – Malta (Original Mix) [Devotion Records]^
Breaking “THE” law. “THE” law. Sounds to me like someone was breaking “A” law, and not “THE” law. Looks like we’re gonna have to talk about cry-me’s & missed-demeanors.
So yeah…poverty.
So yeah…wealth.
So yeah…abundance and overages and underages.
So yeah…Economics.
o yeah…law & laws.
So yeah…interpretive sciences and interpolative teaching.
^No Mana – Back Alley Time Machine^
Prolly shouldn’t be thinking such things, eh? Not only am I completely and totally unqualified to think nor comment about any of this…all this shit is already worked out by my betters…right? Now all we gotta do is find the wicked and punish them accordingly? Build a funnel…and…
*SHOCK!!!*GASP!!!*ARGH!!!*
…it funnels stuff. Maybe even the stuff it was designed to funnel. I wonder what else it’ll funnel? I wonder what else we can funnel with a better and/or different funnel?
NEXT TIME!!! ON…AMAZING DISCOVERIES!!!
Funnels.
They lead somewhere.
^Charlotte de Witte – Voices Of The Ancient (Original Mix)^
Is it not clear by now, that no matter how big you want it to be, that it is possible? I wonder if those who find themselves in the position to ask the question “how big can we get” ever stops to consider…”is it possible that I may not pursue this possibility irrespective of reason?” I guess it’s possible.
That said, is failure really the opposing force to success here? You are building bigger and bigger, and more and more of it, and don’t realize the calamity and collapse happening all around you?
You aren’t building an escape vehicle.
You are creating the conditions that require one.
You are simultaneously ensuring that it’s success and successes will be so temporary that your continued efforts will ensure it’s own demise. When the tower ceases its efforts to collapse, the the tower’s surroundings will be required to pick up that slack.
Enjoy your island.
^Mario Piu aka DJ Arabesque – The Vision (Original Mix)^
All that said, maybe this business to build a city on Mars will have the effect of inspiring people here to take better care of each other. That’s a message I get anyway. Primarily off of the same concept that I espoused above, which is building in one area causing calamity in another, and being mindful of such effects and their potential…not dismissive. If we can’t get along here, we ain’t gonna get along there.
But my thinking in that is that we do get along just fine here. If happy news and/or good news is such a downer with respect to news, then explain the success of the fun stuff on The Internet? Sure, a lot of the streams have been monetized and monitorized, and there has been some changes and changing with respect to content….but you ain’t gotta frequent it nor consume it. Go somewhere else to get your happy on.
Can’t find it? Create it. Yeah…create it your own damn self. It’s no wonder that things don’t make sense when we travel abroad. Get all of our news from one place, that’s what you are gonna see. Not gonna tell you that you need to broaden your focus, but maybe I’ll mention to be mindful of those times when it gets widened for us.
^Dj Tomcraft – Loneliness (Club Remix)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the "I")
^MARRS – Pump Up The Volume 12” (1987)^
*/cough...*
*/cough...*
So let’s assume…that you are The Creator. You are going to count from zero(0) to ten(10) for the very first time.
Q: What number(s) would be/would potentially be, the scariest, and why?
A: ???
^No Mana – Nine^
Gotta loop back through zero(0) to get to ten(10). That means, that zero(0) becomes zeros(00), and back through one(1) in order to get to ten.
See some dimensional rifts there yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Q: What are we omitting?
A: Everything else.
Am I suggesting that a/the “Supreme Being” had to count from zero to ten at some point? Welp, reality wouldn’t exist as it does had they not. Conceptualization without realization is…dreamy.
^No Mana – The Process^
I’m making this shit up as I go. Freeballing…if you will. Scholars and Theologians and Thinkers of all kinds have been pondering this shit forever. So, what’s the big fucking deal about some vagrant redneck Okie from Texas pondering this shit as well? We’re all vagrants at some point in our lives. We just hook up with who and whatever we hook up with, whenever we hook up with it and them. I guess once you put the hat on, you can’t take it off. Must be cursed or something.
Now what possible path could lead to a curse? I musta missed an off-ramp or detour or something. Goddamn GPS!!!
^LIPPS INC Funkytown (Original 12″ Version)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the )
^Stupid Human – Swamp Funk^
Just trying to point out, that if the idea of The Creator attempting their first count to ten is such an absurd concept to you, maybe you should take a few steps backwards through a few lines of your own code and rethink.
That’s a good question actually. Been wondering that myself. Don’t have reason to wonder about this…I just am wondering about it. Looked up a particular something on Google… “epidermis cannot shed skin properly” (w/o the quotes)…and the above is what I found. Lotta mentions as to localized topical types of thinking.
Q: What about the other side?
A: Say WUT?!?!?
If something appears on your skin, what makes you assume that the manifestation in question is local or localized? If this is the manifestation and/or result, isn’t it safe to assume that the journey to where you find yourself actually started somewhere else. Too broad? OK…I’ll narrow.
Q: What if you get a piece of metal or some other foreign body in your foot, but it comes out through your shin, or knee, or thigh?
A: ???
I guess if skin were rigid but flexible, and tensile as well as tactile in a fluidic body, maybe that wouldn’t be such a stretch, eh? But when thinking of irritations and/or infections, if a body cannot deal with something “here”…why is it so hard to believe that a body would not try and relocate said irritation elsewhere? Maybe there is some logic above and beyond that movement of said irritant elsewhere. Maybe a body can learn something about that whatever it is and it’s particulars on the way. Just sayin’.
^Donna Summer I Feel Love Original 8 minute 12″ version 1977^
Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong.
An alien civilization, which is more advanced than ours with respect to space travel, has a policy of non-involvement whenever new planets are discovered that contain life, irrespective of any additional qualifications and or monikers.
Irrespective of their ability to travel throughout The Universe exploring…
Q: Doesn’t this policy, by definition, negate itself?
A: Yep...I'm right back to the concept inclusion for exclusion/exclusion via inclusion.
And while I’ve pondered the concept of “we are all in the same big Universe, so why exclude”…my thinking is more along the lines of …erm…”leaving home at home.” Meaning that if we travel out into space, why take a heaping shitload of predefined qualifications for what to do under certain situations encountered.
Experience? What if you are well traveled and well versed in these travels, and have discovered that approaching exploration into unknown realms ceases to be exploration when an agenda is in hand. It makes far too many assumptions about life. as it exists, contextually. Oddly enough, my thinking about these concepts are more related to A.I. and our battles with the concept than they are about life in The Universe discovered via space exploration of any type. Yeah…that includes local based remote research. But then again…regarding A.I., yeah…I’m assuming that “it” already existed long before “we” got here. We’re just maybe…knocking some dust off of it and/or rousing it.
^Blue Man Group – I Feel Love^
So I guess with that out of the way in a more in the way type of fashion, I guess we can talk about dimensionality as it relates to commonality. A contextual commonality. Maybe that’ll help us travelers of all kinds, and that’ll help us be a little less freaked out about the concept of when they are from and/or where they are from.
My starting concept was the notion of a chance visitation that resulted in my being invited on a 10,000 year journey out into space that will cover most of the known Universe as we currently know it, with my hosts teaching me a great many things along the way to later bring back to Earth/Terra and share. So while you are peering 10,000 years into the future, and eyeballing the year 12017 CE/AD 12017, and thinking…
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! WE’LL ALL BE DEAD!!! HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP US?!?!?”
…Let’s leave Einstein and Sagan out of this. Trust a bit…then maybe we can get this show on the road…k?
“Most scientists, including Wright and Boyajian, don’t think it’s very likely that there is an alien civilization building planet-size structures around one of their stars.”
A canvasing of “most scientists” of what they think or don’t think. No wonder surveys exist, and tend to exist in the way that they do eh? I mean, you send a fill-in-the-blank type of survey to a certain select group of people, and no telling what kind of answers you are going to get. Nevermind the resources it will take for someone to have to read and make sense of whatever bullshit is returned. Much simpler to travel the…
Q: Do you think aliens build planet-sized structures?
A: Yes/No (circle only one)
I know aliens have built a shitload of planet-sized structures here in the USA, but I digress.
“They think that something like a swarm of colliding comets around the star could make the most sense.”
Comet Swarms. Must be mating season around KIC 8462852. K…inertially, I’m gonna leave e-motion out of this, but if I had to guess how many comets are in this swarm, I C 2,582,648.
“But the star’s behavior continues to be very unusual to the point that most potential explanations can’t really be ruled out, including some very industrious aliens.”
Out ruling…on Earth/Terra? That’s how we role. Ruling by ruling out. We roll there and role there and roll there.
“There have already been some efforts to check KIC 8462852 for alien signals that could come from an intelligent civilization, and that search has returned nothing so far.”
Nothing…so…far. I dunno bout choo, but a star “located some 1,400 light-years away” sounds pretty far to me. I mean hell’s bells…and don’t wanna sound bitter here…but I don’t have the means to travel 14 miles to a job in an acceptable time frame in a reliable and affordable mode of transportation. BUT! I do have the ability to traverse 1,400 light years via The Internet so I can ponder what other life might be doing with their time elsewhere in The Universe…so…there’s that.
^Björk ‘Notget VR’^
One final story I’ll reference regarding the above bullshit…
I’ll reference the last line in the article, and catch you on the flipside…
“Hopefully, Mr Bigelow’s views will not hamper any of his company’s efforts in these areas.”
Yep…gotta survey these human types so we can single them out and shitcan em’. Can’t successful people thinking unpopular shit. Leave the crazy to the unsuccessful, that way, it’s easier to banish the successful who get out of line, and send them back to the social ghetto.
I guess honesty isn’t such a popular trait to possess afterall, eh?
^Telex – Moskow Diskow (1979)^
That’ll get us to a joke that just sprung to mind…
At a weekly church meeting, “The Call To Invitation” portion of the service came round, and a man stepped forward to publically confess his sins…
Pastor: TELL IT LIKE IT IS BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have drunk strong drink
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have cheated on my taxes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have coveted my neighbor’s property and have been envious of their successes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have done many things that I am ashamed of.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: Just last night, I had sex with a goat.
Pastor: I DON’T BELIEVE I WOULDA TOLD THAT ONE BROTHER!!!
^Laser – Laser (1981)^
It is flat?
Is it round?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you lost?
Are you found?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you insane?
Are you sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it mountain?
Is it mound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it quiet?
Is it sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollar?
Is it pound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollars?
Is it pounds?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is he saint?
Is he clown?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
^Vicious Pink – 8.15 To Nowhere, original version HD^
When “he” becomes “it”….”it” becomes “shit.”
Where is your personal emphasis regarding the above?
It?
Sh?
He?
She?
I?
Not that I really care about your personal emphasis…just…food for thought or something.
^Flight of the Bumblebee (all open strings)^
It’s already Friday @ 11:20, been up since 05:30 this morning after going to bed @ 02:00, and I guess it’s time to move on to the weekend. Not been sleeping well at all the last coupla weeks. Not eating much either. But I’m a fatass so…could prolly stand to lose a few…hundred pounds or tons or so. Been dreaming almost constantly when I sleep. Prolly why I’m not sleeping much. I wonder how much sleep we can stand to lose? I guess it depends on what it’s over?
^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Descent Into The Inferno (with lyrics)^
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I hope you enjoyed this shambolic missive, Dear Reader. I started formatting last evening but decided to wait until today before finishing this bit at the end and posting. This morning, Thoughtful Man and I have been in the garden, mowing the grass…
*Hard work, Clicky, but infinitely preferable to mowing down people…*
Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…
My Critic
My Defender
My Employer
The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?
Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^
How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?
And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.
That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.
EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.
The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.
Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.
Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.
Are we looking for:
A: similarities?
B: Sameness?
C: Differences?
D: All of the above?
E: All of the above above?
That’s just my thinking tho.
Meh.
Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.
Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?
^The Smiths – These things take time^
It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.
Yeah…
Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.
"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz
Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:
A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and
B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.
Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.
Freedom knows nor understands no concept such as itself without bondage. Maybe it's time that "Newtonian" is freed from science's shackles.
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 31, 2017
But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉
Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?
"submit"
becomes
"sumbit"
I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.
All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.
^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^
I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.
If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.
^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^
I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.
I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.
I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.
I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.
Success…it’s all around us.
Q: Now what?
A: ???
^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^
What does having successful relatives have to do with me?
Nothing.
I mean…kinda it does…but not really.
As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.
“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.
Sounds accurate.
/shrug
^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^
NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!
I'm thinking about doing that myself.
^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^
X: Where ya gonna go?
Cade: …
X: Sounds risky.
Cade: …
X: You sure you wanna travel this path?
Cade: …
B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.
Cade: …
T: I have some thoughts.
Cade: 🙂
X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.
Cade: Sounds…accurate.
Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.
Cade: lolz…sometimes?
Z: 😉
0: No comment.
Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?
0: None.
Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.
0: I’m done.
Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.
C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?
Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?
C: Har har.
X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?
Cade: Aren’t they the same?
0: We need a bigger barrel.
Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.
T: May I suggest…Howitzers?
Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?
X: Always a bigger fish.
Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!
X: 😉
Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.
X: Why is that?
Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.
Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.
Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.
X: …
Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.
Z: And what did we deduce from that?
Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.
X: Lotta stuff there, eh?
Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.
X: But…
Cade: It was what was missing.
A: Which is?
Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.
X: And…
Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.
X: And…
Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.
Z: And why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.
X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?
Cade: Almost never.
X: Which leads us to…
Cade: She changes a LOT.
T: That makes no sense.
X: Which will bring us to…
Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.
X: All at the same time?
Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.
A: What about “the before time” portion of that?
Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.
X: Explain what?
Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.
X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.
Cade: Vectors and vectoring.
X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.
Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.
0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?
Cade: It’s everywhere.
C: What about the symbolism itself?
Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.
X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.
Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.
Z: From which end?
Cade: Yes.
A: Exactly what I was thinking.
Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.
X: Ironic.
Cade: Indeed.
0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.
Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.
T: And why would you not want to?
Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐
X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?
Cade: Something like that.
X: Care to elaborate?
Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.
Z: Which is what?
Cade: MrOmar Osama
X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?
Cade: Associations.
0: Ironic.
Cade: Very.
X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?
Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.
X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?
Cade: For how long?
X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?
Cade: Just a little.
X: Hmmmm….
^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^
We have a new missive from The Okie Devil for you now, Dear Reader. I’ve split it into two postings because…
*Well yes, Clicky, I can…*
On a synchromystic side note, I see Deadmau5 has released a new tune today… And just a couple of days after this…
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Apple Computers has announced that it is introducing their latest offering in the Quantum Computing market. Unlike ordinary computers, users can now immerse themselves in the total experience of the virtual world while IRL in the real world.
The computers are called Everything Depends, or ED, and is sure to be a hit with fans who are already lining up in large numbers to be the first kid on their block with one for the summer. The new offering even has a built in customer support interface, where users can attempt to fix any issues themselves and seek assistance from Apool’s customer support, both at the same time (pictured above).
Apull spokesperson Corine Burns-Towlpleez said,
“We are please to present this new offering at a time when the endless-upgrades market and its growth-based projections has all but dried up, and think that users will really be able to get into this new wave of directly interfacing with complete strangers who want to know every single detail about everything in order to better serve their and/or our needs.”
The timing of this “summer release” is not without its critics among Apol! users looking to jump into the sandwagon. Especially those in foreign markets that will have to wait for winter for it to be be summer. But computing behemoth states that it has intentionally scheduled their release so as to be able to be meet global production demands across the board. “Once users see how many floating-point operations this baby can do at the same time, they’re gonna want to dive right in with the rest of us. You be surfing The Web almost like actually surfing and surfing The Web at the same time,” said Apool Senior Engineer Lee Quid.
One Apull user amongst the many we randomly canvassed for a decent usable soundbyte summed it up perfectly for the ending of this segment…
“It’s Divine.”
^Jay De Lys – Moschino Boy (Original Mix)^
This is the kind of thing that I normally would not do/would not point out…but I’m gonna do just that for the reasons that I am. And even tho the chances of him ever reading this is just about nil, I’m going to go ahead and apologize to Jarred Harris right here.
I watched Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows 5x over the long weekend. And during one of those viewings, I noticed that Jarred Harris, who plays Moriarty in the film, appears to have an “M” in his forehead/just above and between the eyes. So…dude…why would you “point out something that you normally wouldn’t point out?” Welp…let’s start with why I normally wouldn’t, seeing as how I already have pointed out what I wouldn’t have normally pointed out (The “M” reference).
Jarred Harris is a real person. He is who he is. And like most people, some things he can change, and some he cannot. That said, I’m a fan of Guy Ritchie and his films, and know a little bit about him and his methods and messages via his films. I have done some reading about the only film of his that I have not seen…”Revolver”. So, seeing the importance and prominence of the letter “M” within the film itself, I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie didn’t catch this “synchronistic irony” during the casting process.
I don’t watch much “making of” clips these days, but there were three shorts on the production process of Game of Shadows on the DVD. Interestingly enough, there was a clip where they were talking to Ritchie about the casting process for the Moriarty character, and the difficulties they encountered in finding and selecting one. Ritchie stumbled around a bit during the interview as to their choosing of Jarred Harris and why they chose him, but I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie, and prolly others, didn’t notice the same thing (up to, and including, Harris himself).
^An artist measures her face inch-by-inch. 3 weeks later, it’s a stunning masterpiece.^
Gotta keep in mind that filmmakers are very observant people. Hell….people who aren’t filmmakers are very observant people…but I digress.
With that in mind, there seems to be nagging question of “do you find synchronicity/synchronicities, or do they find you?”
A: Yes
Anyway, it seems to me that when you leave one or the other out in either situation, you are leaving yourself out, even if you are including yourself in. But even the previous sentence/thought is contradictory and laced with ironies. So the thought is prolly gonna be “why me?”
I dunno.
/me shrugs
“Sense” seems to be made when it is made, and not prior to that point. Some of those focuses and focusing operate in different times at different speeds that are sometimes perceptible as such to the observer(s) and participant(s). Gotta keep in mind tho that time is a flow of times within the flow of time. Maybe that will help you better deal with the concept of “speed” contextually when it slows and/or accelerates.
In our time and times as of 2017, it seems that time speeds up and slows down damn near simultaneously all the time thanks to our gadgetry and gizmos. But I think that our comfort level with these things is not quite what we tell ourselves that it is.
EX: When shit gets all kinds of sideways in your life, and shit is flying at you as if you were in the middle of a tornado traversing a used-toilet store…stop for a second and think about where you are. Where you really are.
Now…think about someone who you do not know, but you know where they might be. Say…some sparsely populated South Pacific island perhaps. Now think about their life and what they are doing at that very moment. What they might be doing now.
Is the sun up where they are?
Is it Winter or Summer where they are?
Or Spring?
Or Fall?
Do they even have “Fall” in the South Pacific?
Are they asleep?
Awake?
Eating dinner?
Eating breakfast?
Getting freaky in hula-skirts?
See how easy that is?
^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^
Not so easy you say? Now you wanna be anywhere in the world except where you currently are? Welp, that weren’t the point of dis exercise, but it’s OK to feel however you feel. That said, don’t try and put yourself in their environment outside of trying to empathize with their current plight as it relates to yours, and when. Cause like…if you are at work now, and all you can think about currently is getting home so you can dressed up, go out, get drunk, and hopefully get laid…you’ll be doing that soon enough…if you get lucky anyway. 😉
But yeah, it’s about trying to put yourself in more of a helper role. Don’t keep singling yourself out because of your own plight and current dissatisfaction with it….it’s limiting. Leave yourself where you are, but also try and imagine yourself where they are, but at their side trying to assist them in any endeavors they are trying to accomplish. Almost like rooting on a complete stranger from a distance. Everyone needs fans. Even me. I need some case fans for my computer. Actually, I already have them…just need to get off my fat ass and install them.
^dEpEchE modE- Just Can’t Get Enough (Schizo Mix)^
I can prolly comment on just about anything and everything. But the comment that most have trouble dealing with? Yeah…not having one. Or, just choosing not to espouse it/not making a comment. I mean, isn’t that comment enough sometimes? Not that I need any motivation or encouragement to run my mouth incessantly.
Lolz
^Daft Punk – Around The World^
I relayed what might be considered a rather bold statement to someone recently, and this comment was in regard to the movie Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows…which I called “The Gone With The Wind for our generation.”
*/cough...*
A quip like that is prolly gonna cause some guffaws, but this movie is fucking HUGE! It addresses our own Civil War and Civil Wars, and does so via another time whose effects are still rippling via and through our own time. Commercialism is gonna be a popular word to associate with that thought. Especially as it applies to the commercialization of government. And I’m not talking about private business incorporated with government by assuming the functions of government under whatever auspices and context they assume them under…I’m talking about advertising.
Yep, advertising government and its very existence, via all kinds of mediums using all kinds of methods, up to, and including, the unkind kind. Hell, Twitter would prolly have to close-up shop if people weren’t yelling at each other over whatever bullshit “latest development” they are yelling about. And not that I mind this yelling per se. But I really don’t give a shit how much a jacket that the First Lady Melania Trump is wearing cost. It’s hers. She bought it. Who cares? If you have $200 set aside to spend on a jacket, are you gonna buy a $20 jacket and donate the rest of the money to UNICEF? I doubt it. So what’s the big fucking deal?
Welp…government and advertising. Not that I am recommending subversion. But if you don’t stop to consider how cool it is to have the opportunity of having the honor of “being blocked on Twitter by The President of The United States”…and then going on to bitch about this publicly using the same medium?
Yeah…interesting times. I used to have to write letters if I wanted to talk to The President. It took months and sometimes years to get a response, assuming you got one at all.
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^
Yep…a lot of cool themes addressed in this movie. Not saying that the bad stuff addressed is cool. But the manner in which these issues are addressed…is cool. Some might say that this layering would be “Hollywood’s” overt attempt at subversion in indoctrinating our children.
/me rolls eyes
Got news for ya pal and pal-ettes, we are motherfucking STEEPED in currency with respect to our situation(s)…meaning we are current and up to date on the conditions of the pool in the deep end. And much like the earthquake pool at the top, “the deep end” depends on your time-based perspective in a changing environment, as sometimes…under the right circumstances…the shallow end can become the deep end real fucking quick.
Everything Depends on context.
Intent.
Intentions.
Will.
What “will” you do?
What was your reason for?
When?
Before?
Or after?
Did anything change?
When?
According to whom?
^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^
I’m just guessing here, but it seems to me that the personal computer may be replacing the silver screen and television with respect to channeling fear(s). Or maybe just augmenting it. Prolly much the way that movies replaced and then augmented stage/live theatre, and television later replaced and then augmented movies. So I can understand the prevalence of invasiveness. But there’s nothing written that says you must own a computer and/or television. And you prolly also make your own decisions as whether or not you attend theatres of any kind.
Thinking in this vein, it’s almost like a reverse “getting shit for free” angle with respect to privacy and data harvesting. One of the prevailing notions is that of obtaining free energy. Welp, it seems to me that we’ve been obtaining free energy for the entire written record of recorded history. Just…someone somewhere along the line found a whole shitload of it, had more than they could ever use, and started selling it to others so that they didn’t have to do the work themselves when in need of energy in that form.
If you’ve never seen the documentary called “I AM” by filmmaker Tom Shadyac, he addresses this same concept/principle. But you have to keep some contexts in mind when thinking about wealth distribution. Primarily the thought that the wealth has already been distributed, it’s all in what we do with it from there. We already have everything there is…now we just gotta decide what to do with it.
Yeah…no really much to think about there. I don’t have jack shit cept for what I do, and I’m not sure what I else I really need other than those things that I do need. There’s a few things that I want as well, but I have no idea how to get them…so I must not need them.
/shrug
It’s a good flick. Hell, a great flick. But then again, I’ve traveled a path that is similar in many ways to that of the filmmaker, so I would prolly be expected to like the film. irrespective, definitely worth a watch.
^I Am | trailer US (2011)^
The trailer above stresses the following…
Q: What is wrong with the world, and what can we do about it?
I have a question my very own self…
Q: What if there is nothing wrong with the world?
A: Kinda works its own self out, eh?
Not trying to spoil the flick, but I recall the filmmaker finding a similar answer during the course of his journey via a question that he might not have even thought to ask.
If you look for something…you will find it.
^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^
Last night, I wrote a crazy-assed story that you may or may not have read by now. It was inspired simply by scrolling through some tweets on Twitter, and noticing one about the final game being played later that evening for The Stanley Cup Finals. The person who Tweeted it was saying something to the effect of “Go Pens” or something like that, which I found strange seeing as how this person appears to live in Texas somewhere. Not that we are still strangers to ice hockey here in Texas, nor that everyone in Texas who follows professional hockey should be a Stars fan because they are the only pro team in the entire state, but it did get me to thinking.
The first thing that I thought about was Conference Loyalty. It’s very prevalent in professional football between the AFC and NFC, but I don’t know enough about professional hockey in The US to even know if they have divisions. Checked the NHL website, and they do indeed have divisions/conferences…cleverly enough…Eastern and Western. Dallas is in the Western, and Pittsburg in the Eastern, so I guess it could be that if they hate the Dallas Stars. But prolly just a Pittsburgh Penguins fan.
But anyway…yeah…that’s the kind of crap I started thinking about, and then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports, then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports fans…so…I got as nutty as possible with the story. “Extreme Sports” are not really necessary for there to be extreme circumstances within a sport. But if you expect everything within a certain realm to stay exactly as it is via as it was in order to better order and manage, while at the same time that you also expect growth? Maybe you are asking too much.
Suggestion: Indestructible Immortal Robots...it's the only way to be sure.
^Raven – On And On 1985^
I wonder how you would like…check up on your Indestructible Immortal Robot to see how it’s coming along? I’ve mentioned before, that without a hell of an extended warranty plan, and one bad-assed customer support team? Yeah…you could leave a thinking hunk of metal stranded somewhere for a long-assed time if something breaks. It’d prolly be pretty fucking pissed-off when you finally somehow showed up to check on them.
Just sayin.
^Nitzer Ebb – Never Known^
Thinking like that tho is prolly why I think the concept of “The Three Laws of Robotics” will fail. Especially as it relates to the individual laws themselves and their linear nature/linear looping nature that completely omits the whole of the concept itself. Very…erm…dictatorial. Needs more choice. Even if that choice is not to implement these “laws” at all. Governance is not about assurance.
In my mind, it’s more about assurances and assuring. It allows things to develop. Less singular in a more singular way. Flowy. Fuzzy. Which in and of themselves are quite rigid in their flowy fuzzy flow. Dunno…I gots no answers, and no one is asking anything anyway…so…yeah or something.
But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.
They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”
… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…
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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...
I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.
Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.
The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.
The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.
There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.
I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.
Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.
As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.
Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.
I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.
I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.
Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.
(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)
The time is now 20.37 on Sunday 28th May 2017. Housework’s dun, cooking’s dun, Parts 1 and 2 are dun… Hears Part 3…
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So you are prolly wondering what in the fuck a $5.00 pot of beans on a stovetop has to do with some multi-billion dollar particle accelerator…and…um…lolz…um…mine was cheaper?
lolz
I guess in Relativistic terms…yeah…they prolly cost about the same amount.
Just wondering how you can quantify one thing without taking others into consideration that are equally important in the facilitation of whatever action you are quantifying. You’ve already qualified it, now you are quantifying it, then…what? Aggregating the two?
Qualified + Quantified = Quantiqualified? Or Qualiquantified?
Or Quantiqualaqualaquantified?
Q4ified?
Sounds...timey, with a dimensional aspect or 3.
^Zlad! – Elektronik Supersonik HD BEST QUALITY Remastered Sound^
X: I’m gonna take that back…I do have something. Cade: Do tell. X: If I asked you a question…would you answer it? Cade: I just did. X: OK…so in theory, we have established a base of trust since you answered and answered honestly. Cade: Fair enough. X: What do you hope to achieve from all this? Cade: As Roob so succinctly pointed out recently…it’s free. X: Does that absolve you of responsibility? Cade: Yeah right. X: There was an allusion to this in that “Watchmen” movie you rewatched recently. Cade: You are referring to the line “Free is just another word for Socialist.” X: That’s the one. Cade: But isn’t that politics? Will and wills operating in realms that they are either uncertain of, or uncertain about? Z: Keep going… Cade: So…we fall back on our tenets in the face of change. X: Fall back? Cade: Contextually, that would be the preferred nomenclature. Z: Why is that? Cade: I assume because free is scary in a number of ways. And “falling-back” requires the freedom to do so, the space to do so, and the area to fall back to. So…a strategic retreat. X: Strings? Cade: Sure. But we never stop to consider that “if an apple falls out of the sky when we hunger/are hungry” a need was met. X: Fair enough. Cade: Sorry, but there are certain futures that I can handle and certain futures that I cannot. A: Care to be specific? Cade: It’s easy to imagine the entire world and everything and everyone in flames. It is difficult to imagine my personal life in flames while the rest of the world spins on unaffected. X: And yet… Cade: Both are easy for me to imagine. The latter, in the above example, being the easiest to imagine. 0: Wait a moment here…you just contradicted yourself. Cade: Not really…because I have no frame of reference with respect to both in one or the other context, when there are really 4 scenarios there…not two. X: But when you boil it down? Cade: Only one. X: And which one is that? Cade: Mine. Z: In all contexts? Cade: Something like that. What other frame of reference do I have? X: Ooohhh…what ones do you have indeed. Cade: Only the ones I care to entertain. Z: And what about all the ones we throw at you that you don’t want to entertain? Cade: I entertain them on their own merits as best I can. (Preferably, the less the better) X: Kinda difficult operating in territory you are familiar with and comfortable with, eh? Cade: Yep. A very comfortable discomfort. X: …
You came loaded for bear to a fight with Godzilla. Yep…a strategic retreat might be in order, but that doesn’t change your intent nor intentions does it? Because you are gonna return with a bigger goddamn gun. Assuming that the strategic retreat itself works out.
Footnote: ET wouldn’t turn up like that because physical travel to another world in one lifetime is impossible. E=MC² dictates this reality, but its author Albrecht Einstein believed there was some kind of magnetism-related dimension able to overcome the illusion of separation and distance. As Einstein has yet to be proved wrong about anything, I’ve no desire to argue with the bloke dead or alive.
I’ve thought about this certain concept all week, but I figured I would spring something on Roob without her knowledge. I mean…this is supposed to be fun, and she ain’t been writing much, so let’s see how big of an asshole this makes me.
^Wax Trax (Black Box Vol.1) [16]. Ajax – Mind The Gap^
Kindof a weird observation to make, considering I don’t read/watch/keep up with the news.
Meh…I trust the people that give me my news secondhand. Or thirdhand. Or whateverhand. News is a filtering process of information anyway. God knows how many people this “news” has been through already by the time it hits the headlines. And depending on where you get your news, god only knows how many headlines this headline went through to aggregate their own. Prolly why these news sources are getting so fucking “grabby” with respect to information. Data, and loads of it. Completely devoid of context outside of a singular event that somehow negotiated its way onto your radar. As if there is some hidden something there that will provide some hidden insight into why your personal radar operates the way it does.
WOAH!!! Hit ya with a twist there, eh? Since when is this story about YOU?!?!?!?
Welp…
Q: When did you get involved with it?
A: I bet we can now gather all kinds of data and information about you, and bang out a nice psychological profile that details why you like what you like and do what you do.
^Devo – Uncontrollable Urge – From Urgh! A Music War HQ^
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Well, there you are Dear Reader… and here I am, and over there somewhere… */pointlessly points…* is Cade. The time is 23:11 on Sunday 28th May 2017 and I hope your day has been as much fun as mine has…
Now that we have those in mind, let’s think about “The Big Bang”…k?
Got all those?
Good.
So let’s think Carbon and Hydrogen, and lets add “Carbon Dating” in that thought pile…k?
Q: Where is change as it relates to The Universe outside of Science and its Scientific Processes?
A: !!!
Yeah…IT AIN’T FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! !
It’s devoid of save for your own creative processes that further define the original whatever that you saw. As a result, ain’t choo gettin sidetracked?
Yeah…commercialism is gonna be a biggie in a finite life like ours. And just because you are selling under the auspices of “for the future and future generations”…doesn’t mean “the future nor its own generations” are buying it. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that “the call from the future” would prolly be something more akin to…
“HEY!!! PAST!!! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!”
I mean…our past left us the fuck alone…right?
So yeah…the process of change as it relates to changes, as it relates to changing.
^Duran Duran – Girls On Film [DMC Synthminx Remix]^
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
Here, Dear Reader, I would like to bring to your attention a instance of our Past of very much NOT leaving us the fuck alone… And it has to do with will…
That’s the experience of inhabitants of the Blue (Smoking) Universe…
I’m thinking about the movie “There Will Be Blood” with respect to “Infinite Anything” here…and the comment that the character Daniel Plainview made to his right-hand man Fletcher after their Sunday Ranch well comes in…
“What are you looking so miserable about? There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet! No one can get at it except for me.”
So you find your infinite power source, you build your machines to harness it and distribute it…and irrespective of where you think I am going with this…you may or may not be right.
Weird how that works, eh?
Anyway…you got your machine that is going to last forever harnessing forever energy forever. Sounds kinda…”locked in”…eh?
What about the changes outside of this machine?
What about the changes inside of this machine?
Are you sucking?
Or blowing?
Or both?
Or neither?
When and where?
Are you sure that an Electron, is an Electron, is an Electron?
Always and forever?
Yes. I am suggesting that the conditions of the machine and within the machine that harnesses this whatever will actually potentially create a time-rift that is likely to be undetectable and non-discernible. So the question becomes, as time progresses normally outside of this rift, is the non-changing aspect of the machine and its energy/energies having additional unknowable types of affects on this time change?
We are most likely dealing with vacuums if we are talking about energy production/harnessing/creation. And even if we aren’t, we should be, because the transportation/redirection of energy itself is going to require, and vacuums of its own volition and of its own accord…so…yeah. Maybe this Vacuum of Space ain’t really what we think it is.
I still say that with enough speed, I can travel through space with no environmental suit nor supplemental Oxygen, and will be able to breathe just fine. Just gotta think vibration(s) and color(s) and adjust trajectory accordingly. Not that I am willing to test this theory as of yet. 😛
So thinking about it now…are you sure that you’ve not harnessed a single Electron in a loop, and that Electron is moving both so fast and so slow simultaneously, that it actually gives the appearance of countless numbers of Electrons? Moreover…are you sure that is actually an Electron that you’ve harnessed?
Yes, my thinking varies a little with respect to “Tempo Rare-E States of Matter” in that one particle may behave like a Proton here, and like an Electron there, but the particle in question is actually neither at any of these times. If you keep the paths and pathways that facilitate the observation of these particles and energies in mind? Yeah…I don’t think its such a stretch to think that a Neutrino may sometimes actually behave exactly like a Proton or Electron here and there. That’s what you are looking for right? A Proton or Electron?
So…if a Neutrino needed to transverse your pathway, irrespective of reason, how would this Neutrino achieve this? Mutation? Nah…too close to Fusion, eh? I mean…you’re simultaneously searching for “The Ghost in The Machine” right?
Q: What are you gonna do when you find it?
Q: What are you gonna do when it finds you?
Q: Who found who?
Q: Does it matter?
Yeah…I think there is a lot more to blank spaces than we like to think.
It seems that there are far too many shapes and states to limit and define particles in the way Science is attempting to do so. It prohibits change. Which means it prohibits changing. To me, that says that not only are you attempting to attain destruction? You are also attempting to ensure it. You are attempting to milk that whatever part and particle you are working with, and you are going to entrap it until it no longer exists. Or at least, as best as you can.
Good thing Nature doesn’t work this way, eh? Or at least, keeps the machinery and mechanics that do this within nature far from us. But even that is on a timeline, eh? And who knows where that begins? How it began, how it begins, how it ends, how it ended.
Guess I’ll use Magnetism as my model for freezing time seeing as it is prolly the most active indicator that we have of time, we just haven’t figured out how to read it yet. Prolly because of our reliance on the clock and clocks as we’ve designed them. Which I find weird, since I can think of two times in recent history when time has been adjusted and/or corrected. That doesn’t bode well for Carbon Dating as far as I can tell.
But neither do I think that time is going to be some aggregate of sources of time, primarily because contextualizing context in the way that we do seems to have the effect of removing all context, save for the contextualization mechanism itself. Which is damn weird seeing as how you just put everyone on the same damn timeline that they were already on, and their timeline has absolutely fuckall to do with yours except when they cross.
I mean yeah, not always…but basically. I’m not ready for fields just yet, even tho I’m dancing all around them.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
‘Shut Up’… Seems the perfect time to end Part 2 of The Experiment, Dear Reader…
… Besides, I’ve got some housework to do and the tea to make. Part 3 will follow later. The time is 17:56 on Whitsun Sunday 28th May 2017… Time for a Song…
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!
*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*
Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.
At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and
A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and
B) mingle their flavor with the beans.
But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?
To create an instability?
However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.
Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?
Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.
(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)
Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.
*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*
If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?
Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…
… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…
So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.
^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^
We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.
Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Q: But why?
A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.
We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.
WOAH WOAHWOAHDUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.
I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…
Q: Can you explain French wines to me?
A: ¿?¿
Everything is important.
It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*
wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.
vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.
Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.
There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.
That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.
That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.
Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.
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