There follows the next installment of Cade’s Massive Missive…
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If I’m listening to music, that was created and performed by someone on drugs…does that mean that I am on drugs via proxy? I’m just asking because, I listen to some weird-assed music, and I don’t take drugs, and I’m very weird. Or so I’m told. I guess I need to get around to dropping acid one of these days to see what all the hubbub is about.
Or I could just get drunk.
That would bemyfirst preference.
But yeah…weird shit makes me feel normal. Like staring at a patch of cement and trying to find patterns. They’re there…you just gotta take the time to look for them. But…not everyone is into staring at shit, trying to find the impossible in the possible. Is that weird or what?
^cEvin Key – Full Circle^
When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...
Q: Who says that the “strings” are always broken, and that the “stings” are broken strings?
A: ?¿?
I guess I’m trying to limit, so as to open, so that there are less limits. It seems to me, that the more that we omit from inclusion, while at the same as including for omission? I dunno, maybe there is something to be said about including via omission. Almost has a…Quantum Mechanics kinda…”ring” to it.
^Death in June – The Calling (Mk II) – 1985.wmv^
Q: If science is perspective based, why is it so exclusionary with respect to perspective(s)?
A: !¿?¿!
I was watching a video one day, that was supposed to be showing an alien craft rising up out of the water near a fishing boat out somewhere in the ocean, then zooming off a ludicrous speed. (No, it did not actually turn plaid) But anyway…it got me to thinking about light and matter, which…in this particular instance…got me to thinking about the concept of wormholes.
Q: What would be the safest and most efficient method of traveling space at any speed?
A: Relativistically.
Simple.
If your craft needs to be huge…make it huge.
If your craft needs to be small…make it small.
Size becomes relative at this point.
EX: A grain of sand or rock or whatever, out in outer-space, that is traveling at 50k mph or more, is going to basically burn right through your vessel. So…what if your vessel was the same size as that grain of sand or rock?
Thinking about quantum mechanics, and how everything seems to be backwards on the micro & below scale(s)…wouldn’t there tend to be a erm…”projective type of interaction that, based on the laws of conservation of energy, would actually work within the laws of nature to prevent those two objects from colliding? Irrespective of speed(s)?
Maybe this is where Einstein was wrong, and at the same time, right…about a particle achieving infinite mass upon approaching the speed of light. Wouldn’t there be a kind of funneling and rippling there? Similar to what happens as an aircraft approaches “the sound barrier?”
I’ve long held, that if the sound barrier can be broken, so can “the speed of light.” That the speed of light is contextual…just like everything else.
Maybe this explains why commercial pilots don’t age in the same way that most humans do.
That there is layer upon layer, of the same ol shit…but it’s operating in different times, in different ways, for different reasons…all at the same time as everything else. But still, in their own time and times.
^The Prodigy – Narayan^
I got the idea about “less stingy stings on strings” after watching the image above.
Towards the center, below the event horizon, there are the loops/bands that expand rapidly and then “collapse back inwards.” So that got me to thinking about Kundalini and/or “Kundalini Energy”…and thinking….
“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there?”
“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there that kept twisting?”
I’m thinking this and these things, because I think that I see how time, contextually, can be so confusing.
When including time as the all in the all, everything else is omitted.
Meaning...times.
This would explain to me why carbon dating might be highly effective and reliable in some contexts, and yet reliability goes right out the fucking window in others. And not necessary application and purpose. But if you think in terms of application(s) and purpose(s)…maybe that’ll help.
Q: How does Carbon Based Carbon Dating, using Carbon from Earth/Terra, help us date rock on Mars?
A: ???¿¿¿
Similarness? Or sameness? Identically?
I mean…we’re from the same fucking Solar System right? What about those objects that are NOT from our solar system. Meaning, their origins are from elsewhere? Thinking about friction and magnetism, and swirling those around in “The Big Bang”…I see something quite entirely different than a single singularity that “started it all” from “everything, becomes nothing, becomes everything. I’m seeing…erm…all of those “sacred shapes” and “sacred symbols” and “sacred numbers”…and a whole lot more. My thoughts on crystalline shapes/structures using non-crystalline materials kinda helps me out there. But also those thoughts that I have had about “things coming together for very long periods of time.” The LHC…for example.
^The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)^
Not to change the subject, but yeah, I’m gonna change the subject.
Wait…wut wuz I talking aboot?
Women? No…that ain’t it.
BUT! I do need to remember to say Happy Birthday to someone on Monday.
But yeah…erm…something…I was talking about it.
Prolly nothing.
Meh.
^Pendulum – Slam [HD – 320kbps]^
I guess I’m thinking about information and energy preservation, and how it works. Yeah sure…it works…that’s the best part. But if we are tinkering with that base, even if we are pretty goddamn sure how it works, and we are confident that “we can tap into it”…erm…quick question…
Q: Didn’t we just establish that we are already tapped into it?
A: !!!
Yeah…I’m an assole. A prick, even. But not a big one. Cause I have a mediocre sized penis. Must be my ego or something.
FUCK!!!
I’m lost again. I have no idea what I was talking about, or why, nor even to who.
I mean…you might be some official Japanese Ninja, with official Japanese Ninja Certification, just LOOKING for someone to piss you off so that you can bury a throwing star or two in their skull.
The Internet: A creepy place full of creepy creeps.
Anyone who thinks that prolly lives in a gated community.
Before we get on to the next part of The Okie Devil’s massive weekend missive, just a reminder, Dear Reader, that tomorrow is ‘National No Smoking Day‘ in the UK…
*Yep, I know Clicky… The wankers can fuck right off…*
*Oi! No, don’t use that! Use this…*
*/Deep drag… Fuck. Right. Off…*
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I noticed that someone Re-Tweeted a Tweet from Donald Trump today, and that Tweet caught my eye. It appears that the new President has accused the old President of tapping the new President’s phones back during the pre-election campaigning period..before the current President was even President…as the month of October was mentioned, which would be pre-Election Day.
Q: Um…ain’t that shit over with?
A: ???
It’s over. You won. Get over it.
I mean, it’s not like The NSA listens to every fucking phone call on Earth or anything. It’s not like The FBI reads every fucking e-mail on Earth or anything. God only knows what The CIA is doing. Not to mention all of those other Federal Agencies that are doing God knows what, God knows how, to God knows who.
Who gives a shit?
Right?
^David Bowie “The Heart’s Filthy Lesson”^
I mean seriously…who in the FUCK do I turn to, if someone is tapping my phone? Because I have a feeling, that I’m gonna meet myself coming, but it ain’t gonna be me nor anyone who represents me. Even tho, that’s what they are gonna say. What in the FUCK would China or Russia or Israel or any other fucking fucks in some other country want to know what in the flying fuck I am talking about, and who I am talking about it to? They couldn’t give two shits what I have to say, much less who I say it to.
I guess that’s the problem with “the psy game”…you can’t trust anyone. And even if you can today, what about tomorrow?
Yeah…so…a system built on lies and deception = FAIL!
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^Barry Adamson – Something Wicked This Way Comes^
I am privy to all kinds of wisdom that I’d rather not be privy to.
Things like…
“Her ass looks like 2 elephants fighting in a sack!”
or…
“Her ass looks like 50-pounds of chewed bubblegum in a 10-pound sack!”
I guess that was someone’s way of telling me which asses “looked good” and which asses “looked bad.” Not like that really matters. I mean, if they don’t want you touching them, what’s the point of trying to make someone feel worse? Because they won’t put out for you? Jesus. If I had a nickle for every woman on Earth/Terra would wouldn’t put out for me? I’d a have a fuckton of nickles. But…I’m not perfect. Even in my brokenness…I’m not perfect. Even the unbroke parts.
Talk about a thought that will take someone from joy to suicide real fuckin fast?
Yeah…harp on the shit that people can’t change.
Or…those things that they might be able to change…but you won’t be there to see it.
Be nice.
I have that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
Not really.
Now…fuck off to the next paragraph…but do it in an orderly fashion. 😛
^cevin key – frozen sky^
LET GET SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA GOIN ON UP IN DIS HIZZAY!!!
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So yeah…that “Herring Island” that came up? Yeah…the “Operation Highjump” caught my eye…but then, as the name itself sunk in, and I started to think “commercial fishing” and shit like that? It occurred to me…”wait…WUT?!?!?” The island is named for the guy that took the pictures of the island…Lt. Charles C.
Herring, USN.
What are the odds?
And then…
if THAT wasn’t enough…
the very next random article was “Articles of Association?!?!?
WTF?!?!?!?
What are the odds?
😉
^cEvin Key – Wind on Small Paws (Unofficial)^
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*Indeed, Clicky…*
More missive tomorrow, but if you are need of a little extra Cade today, may I suggest Dear Reader pops over to his blog where he’s written some more…
*Nope, not jealous at all! In fact I’ve doubled my story word count, Clicky… I’m on a roll…*
“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me. He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.
“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.
He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”
“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”
Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.
“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”
He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”
“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.
Saturday Night
I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀
“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”
I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…
*Heh Heh Heh…*
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It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!
Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.
^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^
There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.
And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.
Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!
^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.
But if you will also notice...
All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.
How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfuckingP.
The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.
Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
Lift passes.
Skis/boots/poles.
Warm clothes.
Money to facilitate the above.
TA DA!!!
Simple.
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^
As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.
So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.
Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).
So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of
“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”
Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…
“HolyFUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”
Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.
There’s always a better way.
These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.
Q: Now what?
A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^
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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*
Apols, Dear Reader but eyes elsewhere, head stuck a in story for The Underdog Anthology Vol. 2. Story numero uno has been written, submitted and accepted for inclusion by The Underdog *…/Whoops loudly…*
…But the deadline has been shortened for story number two. That is where I’m at. To cover my embarrassment at not posting for a whole week, Cade the Okie Devil has graciously stepped in and provided The LoL with another stimulating missive to keep us all enthralled…
… Hold on to your hats, chaps… It’s a doozy… *Hit it, Clicky!*
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D_ERF. WEAR_DAT_AT_B_AT?
TRANSLATION: The Earth. Where Is It/Where Is It At/Where is that at, at?
The easy answer is “here.”
But you are there, and I am here.
So yeah, it can be, and is, here and there at the same time.
Here and here…even.
^Alex Gaudino & Shena – Watch Out HD^
So…there was a little girl walking home from school one day, when a boy stopped her, and told her…
“I’ll pay you a nickle to climb that telephone pole.”
She agreed, climbed the telephone pole, he paid her the nickle, and she went home. Upon arriving home, she told her mother…
“MOM! A boy from school paid me a nickle to climb a telephone pole!”
Here mother told her sternly…
“Don’t you know that he only did that so he could see your panties?!?!?”
So the next day, the little girl is walking home from school again, the little boy stops her again, and again…offers her a nickle to climb the telephone pole. When the little girl arrives home, she tells her mother, that the little boy paid her another nickle to climb the telephone pole.
Her mother shouts at her angrily…
“DIDN’T I TELL YOU YESTERDAY THAT HE ONLY DOES THAT TO SEE YOUR PANTIES?!?!?!”
The little girl responds…
“Yeah. But I tricked him. I didn’t wear any panties to school today.”
^DyE – Fantasy – Official Video^
OK…so…ur asking yorselfies…”wut duh FUK iz dat awl aboots?”
Welp…the short is…a song.
^Pet Shop Boys – Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) (Version 2) (HD)^
More on that, would be and is…some thoughts from Hugo’s Probe as to my comment about viewing The United States as anything but “The Land of Opportunity” in my life.
The long would be…or might be…maybe a question from The Whatever However Hotline.
Q: Cade, What is your fascination with Nitrogen?
A: Welp…”The Bends” would be the short of that, with maybe a note and a nod to pressure(s) and bone(s)….and maybe even a question of my own. So yeah…Leukemia. And Cancer(s).
Q: Why is Nitrogen so “stable?”
A: ?¿?
So let’s think about that a bit, and make an assumption that Nitrogen, is anything but stable. Why and how? Easy…
TEMPO_RARE-E_STATES_UV_MATTER.
As I was writing that little play on words, I debated on using “OF” or “UV” there, as I have previously used both. But thinking about Nitrogen under pressure in aircraft tires, and thinking about energy/energies and spin(s) with respect to temperature(s) and light, and the direction and directions of aircraft tire rotation(s) as they are retracted into and/or extended out of an aircraft…welp…there’s a lot to think about there when you start to factor in the outside and inside air/airs and gasses. Because we have a lot of shit in motion…and I ain’t just talking about the status of the lavs on the aircraft. So let’s cut to the chase…and get right to “the answer(s).”
A: Negligible.
When, where, for how long, and why. And let’s go ahead and introduce that peskiest of interrogatives…”if.”
^Aurora covers Massive Attack ‘Teardrop’ for triple j’s Like A Version^
X: Did you just shush me? Cade: No. But I will if you don’t be quiet. X: …
I’m actually laughing like a hyena at that one. I try to weave humor into my writing when and where I can. But the problem with me writing at all…is that I don’t want to be writing at all. Why? Because I doubt myself. As the character “Al Swearengen” from the HBO series “Deadwood” would say…
“I work better closer in.”
Except when dealing with…erm…I honestly do not know how to say this without sounding like a fucking egotistical asshole…so I’ll just say it…
“Except dealing with those things, which most people that I have encountered in my life, have no interest in whatsoever.”
The kinds of things that, when you try and talk to others about? They look at you like you are a fucking alien, and then tend to follow that up with “What in the FUCK planet are you from?”
There is no answer to that. And only because the conversation stops there.
^CAMPFIRE COOKING IN THE WILD – ALASKA^
So looking at the image above, and thinking about velocity and acceleration...
Q: What is the opposite of Acceleration?
A: ??? I dunno either. ???
Q: What is the opposite of Velocity?
A: Philosoraptor?
Alright…so lets think of Velocity and Acceleration together as VA/AV and AV/VA instead of their individual components.
Q 01: What is balance? Q 02: When is balance? Q 03: What is balance and when? Q 04: When is balance and what?
If you’ve already answered this/these questions in previous findings, then why are they no longer relevant? When are they no longer relevant? Why are they, suddenly…relevant?
The best I got to answer that?
Yep.
You guessed it…time.
^Grimes – Oblivion^
DUDE! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE….TIME, tIME, tiME, timE, time?!?!?!?
Because I think it important to consider the fact that time was a consideration upon creation.
I include it.
It’s included.
Why do you leave it out?
When something is created, if time is not a consideration, from…to…and through…I’m betting you are gonna see some gaps there.
If you assume, that an Oxygen atom on Earth/Terra is always going to be identical, to an Oxygen atom on Mars or some other planet or solar body…you just negated the entirety of existence.
Exist-Tense.
Time is important.
Friction, is also important.
So maybe if you think about creation and destruction as ongoing? It’ll be easier to understand why “The Big Bang” is still happening, and the role of “The Big Swirl” within “The Big Bang” and vice versa.
Life…might help out there as to how destruction works within the construct of creation, and how the two are separate, and yet the same, at different places, at different times.
I mean…if you are destroying…for the sake of creation…didn’t you just find what you were looking for?
Meaning: The conditions that existed right after “The Big Bang?”
Two Words:Red Shift/Blue Shift
^Why Are We Here? – Episode 1 – Red vs. Blue Season 1^
Are you crazy? Just a suggestion…but if you are completely nuts in a sane world, and want to be sane yourself?
Surround yourself with crazy shit.
Not that it’ll make you sane or anything according to “the sane people” who keep telling you that you are insane…but it may help you.
And what is…”crazy stuff”…you might ask.
Welp…think of it like this.
Yer feeling crazy right?
You’re wanting to feel sane right?
Sane <> Pain. Pain <> Sane.
It’s a good place to start anyway.
I mean…you are hurting already right?
And others are telling you that you are hurting them by not being normal and/or sane?
Welp…I’m not in the habit of dictating morals. There are enough motherfuckers on this planet that already have a monopoly on that shit, and then some.
However…taking a moment or two, to discern for yourself, what you consider “sane” and “insane” might just help.
See how crazy that can get all of sudden?
You would be surrounding yourself, with the same shit you are prolly already surrounded by.
So yeah…maybe not trying to be “the bigger person” or “the better person”…and maybe just be yourself. It ain’t easy, I’m aware of that…but what I don’t know is you and your personal situation. And more than that, I never can if you are no longer with us.
Take that for what it’s worth, because I’m not on some quest to get to know every single motherfucker on this planet.
But I do have a desire to reach out as best I can, and meet the need and needs that are unmet, even if that is just to say “Howdy! I’m listening.”
❤
^Ohgr – Lusid^
Yeah…I’m not much to look at…so…listening…I’m good at it. Or at least, I strive to be. I guess one of the problems that I face, is when someone asks me a question that can be answered with a pretty succinct, generally accepted type of answer. My goal is to know how to custom tailor that answer specifically for you and your needs. That’s a toughie. Prolly why cliches are so popular. Time is important anyway, and we never have enough of it. So the cliches tell us anyway. But I guess it’s kinda like being given a single seed to start a new life. When we are thinking in terms of “BUT…I Want A Garden!!!” …taking the time to explain things like…”But I just gave you one”…and then taking the time to explain the hows and whys. How that plant will grow, how it will mature, and how it itself will produce even more seeds. You can then take those seeds, and begin your garden.
Funny…”can’t see the forest for the trees?”
“Can’t see the garden for the seeds?”
Or something…???
I dunno…I guess my point is, that when someone sees something in their mind, and have a desire to pursue that dream, I guess I get lost trying to understand how someone does not work with that dream even tho it may not be our dream. I guess I’m thinking of my role as “a child then” and “a parent now” in that, I only want to do the best that I can to help my children understand how important it is to me that they always be themselves. That they belong to themselves, and always have.
So yeah…if anyone is wondering what the point of me writing all of this nonsense is? Welp, when you are told time again that “you prolly ain’t gonna make it this time”…and then at some point you are like…”wow…shit just got real…I better prepare”…and that’s what I am trying to do. Leaving something for my children, and even whatshername, and anyone else who might find any of this shit helpful…a trail. Yes…it’s my trail. But I have figured out a thing or two in my life, that others found helpful for them, that I custom tailored to work in my life, all from that original seed, that grew and produced much more than I ever would have imagined.
My goal is to pass that on.
DIY->PIO
Do It Yourself…Pass It On
^ohGr – Pissage^
I’ve had some comments to the effect of “your stuff is difficult to read.”
I’ve thought about that quite a bit.
I guess maybe because most who read this shit, may not think that I am actually this hard on myself. But I am. Internally? It’s brutal. A bloodbath.
But that keeps me straight. It reminds me of what I want to be…and what I do not want to be…all at the same time.
And I’m not saying that all of my bullshit is anything particularly extraordinary. But we seem to live in a world that is failure based, based on, failure at the end.
I flipped that.
I assume that everything that I do will be judged as a failure, and on occasion, I am pleasantly surprised.
Plan For The Worst…Hope For The Best.
We’ll know when and if we know…ya know?
^Benny Benassi – Satisfaction^
Once something is eliminated…now what are you planning on doing? I mean, have you really considered what you have waded through to isolate a certain something, just to eliminate that certain something that you are certain is the cause of all of your woes? What is that certain something connected to, and what is connected to it?
I’ve proposed some ideas about “hugging your fear” instead of trying to isolate and eliminate it. I mean, if it’s afraid, why not try and console it? Threaten to drive it to McDonalds and drown it with a chocolate shake. Take it on vacation and threaten to feed it to the sharks. Take it to the local amusement park and scare the shit out of it on some rides that you would never have previously even considered riding. You know you better than anyone…why wouldn’t you know your fear as well as anything else? Just temper that with “a trip to Fantasy Island always ends with a return to reality.” BUT!!! Aren’t we always glad to be home after being away? We tend to sink into our favorite chair or couch or bed and tell ourselves that the only thing better than being home?
I can’t wait to do that again.
What you do from there? Meh…maybe it’ll all work out.
^Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Official Video1080p H 264 AAC^
So yeah…orbital dynamics/orbital mechanics, I’ve been meaning to think about them a little bit more, but…I keep swirling around this Nitrogen business, and I cannot figure out why. So thinking about things that cause fear, and the things that are connected to that fear, ever thought that maybe…just maybe…you were able to find that whatever it is kind of path of things connected to that fear which allowed you to isolate that thing that is causing your fear? And that maybe…just maybe…it was like a fuckton of signs pointing to “HERE!!!”…but not in the way that you might think? I mean…if you show up loaded for bear…how do you think that fear is gonna respond? Just keep “the rule of corners and cornered” in mind, and you might wanna “get a bigger boat”…if for no other reason…than to get your ass outta there double-quick. Maybe offer that fear a ride while you are at it.
^Tove Lo – Habits (Stay High) – Hippie Sabotage Remix^
I guess that I’ve tried a great deal to think about “aliens” and “alien visitation” a little bit differently than such encounters tend to be/have been postulated…whether those are defined as “good” or “bad.” Because, what about “Encounters of the 0th Kind?” No fireworks, no mass landings, no warfare, no big production, no covert undercover bullshit, no conspiracy(s)…because it’s completely unnecessary. We didn’t come here to steal your kidneys and sell them on E-Bay so we can afford gas for the trip home. We didn’t come here to suck your brain juices. We came here, because you were on the way to where we were going. We had no idea you were here.
Even if they were on their way to kick the fuck out of some other planet/civilization, they encountered us on the way, because they were “taking the short path by going the long way around”*…and whadda ya know…
“look down there Zorbap17!!! There’s life on that planet!”
Let’s stop in and see whazzup! I mean really…how would that go down? Even for a species that was well versed in The Universe, and Universal travels and traveling. It seems to me that “out of the way backwaters like Earth/Terra” would be a “WOAH FUCK MAN!!! WE GOTTA STOP!!! UNCHARTED TERRITORIES!!! UNKNOWNS ABOUND!!!”
To me, that would make the story of “The Annunaki…traveling The Universe…in search of Monoatomic Gold” story make a little more sense. That “The Gold” that they were/are looking for? Welp…I cannot speak for them because I do not know them, their purpose(s), nor even if they exist. But I would think that “their purpose” would be better stated as “their purpose = their purposes.” I mean…doesn’t that resonate with a species of life that we are just getting to know?
Yeah…us.
We’re finally meeting ourselves coming and going, in a world that is getting bigger and bigger all the time, even tho the planet itself it staying the same size. Or thereabouts…let’s not nitpick here. There’s plenty of time for that.
Hopefully.
^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^
**taking the short path by going the long way around
As mentioned in the previous paragraph, “the long way around” is still going to be an “A to B” type of journey. We’re just gonna skip most of that by going around. These paths and pathways make sense in my head, because I can see them by using my special blend of a curved space model. It uses what is there, instead of trying to manipulate what is there in any type of folds or folding. I mean, isn’t the best part of a journey getting there? All the way. There and back, and all points in-between. Helps make the ending of the movie “Contact” make more sense to me. Especially…”The Chair.” Almost as if, the entirety of the design of this system was, and is, to isolate uniqueness, so that those needs can be met in the most…erm…gentle ways possible…without even asking.
Meaning: How secure are these entities that are coming? How paranoid are they? Any additions or modifications to the original design might be indicative. I mean…the were able to figure out the designs, they were able to build the machine, they put someone in it and sent it through…”what changes did they make?” 😉
Maybe that’s why “modifications” weren’t addressed at all.
The need unmet…met.
Nice to meet you.
❤
^Desire – Under Your Spell^
So yeah…maybe if we add some things together, monitor those dynamics, while also monitoring the individual dynamics…it’ll give us a better idea of what we are looking for and why. Because projecting, analysis and probability are only gonna get us as far as they do. Gotta keep it real. So…don’t forget time and times yeah? Many more lifeforms here than just humans.
If they are in our care…why are they in our care?
If they aren’t in our care…why aren’t they in our care?
I dunno. Do you?
^Yelle – A Cause Des Garcons^
The above image got me to thinking.
Q: If all of your simulations run in one direction (the existing one)…why are you not including the inverse? The reverse? What about the inverse of reverse, and the reverse of inverse?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
Perspective. That means scope within a particular frame of reference. Directions and/or directional. If we aren’t running these “projections” from at least, the four cardinal points, in all directions? How close are we really? I mean, if some of the biggies that you are chasing are polar flip, weather patterns, and orbital dynamics of all kinds of solar bodies…what are you omitting and why? I’m sorry, but within the scope of concepts such as “The Big Bang?” Remove one single particle from that…whatever…and all of a sudden…everything changes.
So…using your own models and modeling of “If so-and-so wasn’t here, we wouldn’t be here either”…um…I gotta question what you are chasing and why? Simply because if you are chasing “the all”…yeah…that’s prolly the 98+% of The Universe that science qualifies as “missing.” Are you really gonna be happy with a model that “describes everything”…based on 2%? Because 2%? That’s some skim fucking milk.
^Crystal Castles ‘BAPTISM’ //official video^
I guess that what I am thinking, is that you can come to me with Jesus’s cellphone number, and tell me that it was detected on a printout after running a certain test at Fermi Labs, then rerun at the LHC, and that you are certain that your results are certain because of this.
Q: What about my children? What about yours? What about everyone else’s children?
A/Q/A/Q: ???
Don’t you think that they are gonna have questions down the road? Are we prepared to help them in the here and now, by trying to ask some “negligible” types of questions and trying to get some answers for them? Our “negligible” may be paramount to them.
Just askin. Just sayin.
Whatevz.
/me shrugs
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^
I’m just saying, that even tho over the last few days, two of my children have complemented me on my teaching methods, and I have no idea what prompted these “revelations.” They were/are startling. And I feel that tho I have done the best that I can, that there is more to be done.
Time.
That’s it. It’s that simple to me.
As long as we have time, we have everything.
As long as we have time, we can have anything.
Up to, and including, time.
X: Speaking of time…what happened? Cade: You mean…”The Flying Spaghetti Monster?” X: Yeah! I used to be all buff and stuff like that. Cade: Talk to Leo da Vinci. Maybe he set the bar a little too high. X: He didn’t smoke grass. Cade: Coulda fooled me. X: How would you know? Cade; rofl…I don’t fucking know. It sounded good at the time. X: Flying Spaghetti Monster… Cade: No comment. I think it’s funny. Kinda…indicative of the confusion level/levels. X: Join the club. Cade: Thanks…but…no thanks. X: …
Bad News, Dear Reader! I will be submitting a story or two… 😉
*/chortles… I can’t believe The Blocked Dwarf thought I was a bloke either, Clicky…*
Extra Good News!
Cade has sent us another missive…
*Okay then, Clicky, I’ll leave this in your capable, um, fins… /picks up lighter… I’m off to go do some work on my first story… /sighs… It needs sumthing… Oh and don’t forget to end on a Song… /pats snout…*
Dear Reader, Enjoy! ❤
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!!!HOWDY DIRTBAG ASSHOLES!!!
^I Wanted Be^
Cade: So…where do we start? X: … 0: I dunno. Where do you want to start? Z: Don’t start with me. Cade: K. We’ll start there. T: Where? Cade: There? B: Which one. Cade: I don’t fucking know…pick one! B: <closes eyes and points randomly, while covering eyes with other hand> Cade: BINGO!!! Nice choice. (What is it btw?) B: THERE! Cade: Ah. Siriusly? X: Maybe. 0: May I? Cade: May you what? 0: Choose. Cade: Ain’t nothing stopping ya. 0: <imitates “B” while restraining smirk> Cade: AH HA! South! The Stars in the Southern Sky eh? Z: Isn’t that a line from a song or something? Cade: You mean…you don’t know? Z: You coulda just…played along. Cade: “There…are stars…in the southern sky.” X: Who sung that? Cade: The group “Alabama?” T: And how do you know that? Cade: I was born in part of “Redneck Central?” 0: Go ahead and mention the rest of “the sky.” Cade: K…um…aren’t there stars every fucking where? X: Haven’t looked lately. Cade: Your 360°/360°/360°/Times-Times-Times + Time goggles malfunctioning? X: Yeah. Googling me a new pair right now. Cade: Why not just have the old pair repaired? X: Hadn’t thought of that. Cade: I dunno…your choice mang/mangette or whatever. Maybe it’s time for a new pair. X: … Cade: lolz…sry…just…dunno what to say here. Z: How’d that “paper signing” go today? Cade: Well. The Notary was nice, no fees, in and out. A: Kinda like… Z: …your marriage? Cade: Not really. We talked a bit before hand. We’re good. X: … Cade: Yep. The end…it’s always…whatever it is. X: The start of something new? Cade: I dunno. I mean…yeah…but I have no idea what that is. Z: …I might…have…some ideas. Cade: Cool. Can’t wait to hear them. Z: Oh yeah you can. Cade: lolz…sounds…ominous. Z: Not meant that way….maybe. 😉 Cade: Good enough. Z: …
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
Cade:So now what? X: You aren’t gonna make this “an all conversation(s) post” are you? Cade:Thought about it…but now? No. I remembered what Roob does to these things, and I don’t want her to have to spend a month of her time editing some mental masturbation exercise of mine, just because it sounded like a good idea. X: Do you need a paper towel? Cade: It would appear not. X: I meant…for the tears. Cade:Those will come when, and if, they come. X: … Z: Don’t look at me for answers. Cade:Just thought I would give everyone/anyone a chance at that one. 0: I’ll bite. Cade: 😉…well played. 0: Thank you. T: I have a question. Cade:Shoot. T: Do you really think that people who read this, think…that you actually cry? Cade:You mean, over the divorce? T: Yep. Cade:I’m just talking. Not asking anyone to believe anything. X: Realness? Cade:It’s as good as anything I guess. Z: You figure… Cade: …I figure if I’m honest inwardly, I can be honest outwardly. X: Reduces the chance of judgements? Cade:Maybe. I’ve just thought of it like that. But…it sounds…sound. Z: If someone needed to hear anything that you had to say… Cade:…that’s…pretty good actually. Maybe… B: An…essence…of…synchronicity. Cade:The ID, and the EGO…in action. X: You got it. Z: Sounds…close enough anyway. 0: I’m…not so…sure. Cade: And why would you be…”sure.” 0: Wanna test that? Cade: Maybe. 0: hmmmm…. X: What was that movie that you just watched? L: It was called “Constantine.” Cade: Correct. K: And wasn’t he in a comic book that you read? Cade: Swamp Thing. K: Ah yes…that’s the one. Your daughter checked that out from the library correct? Cade: If memory serves. (which…it does) 0: Correct on all counts. Cade: Wow. 1…by my count anyway. Z: HALT! Cade: Fair enough. 0: …
^Pryda – Melo (Original Mix)^
So yeah…it’s 15:09PM here in this part of the world, and I just got back from the bank where I signed the proper papers from the divorce decree, and had them notarized.
I had some really bad dreams last night. I don’t usually talk about my dreams, but in this one of many that I had last night, I was being controlled against my will…and there was nothing that I could do about it. I won’t go into the details, but it involved being pushed into a jet engine intake, while the engine was running, and then that jet engine was then swallowed by a black hole. All of time and space was already distorted and warping, and was further warping as the jet engine both started to tear my body apart, as it itself was in turn torn apart by the black hole.
However, I was not afraid.
I was angry…furious…even. There was nothing that I could do to stop the unseen force who held me in place until the jet engine started to devour me, nor was there anything that I could do to keep the engine from either devouring me…nor to prevent the jet engine itself from being devoured by the black hole. Matter bent and warped as my fury soared in rebellion against any and all forces that had forced me to be where I did not want to be. But I was at peace. Even in my fury at it’s most furious…I was at peace. None of the forces that sought to destroy me succeeded…and they themselves were consumed by their own purpose and purposes, and I saved by mine. And what purpose and purposes were those of mine which saved me?
No purpose. No purposes.
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^
I can still see the colors that were painted on the jet engine swirling and melding together, as the jet engine’s own power was overcome by an even greater force and forces of the black hole. Almost as if that “unseen force” that had originally forced me into that particular position, was stronger still than even the black hole itself. And that…for whatever reason…this was no more than a test of my resolve.
Q: Am I really ready to stare down the bull again, and why?
A: I have no answer for this, other than perhaps…”because it needs to be done.”
As to the hows and whys? Not important to me, unless and until it is. When and if that time comes, I want to be myself…period. That’s what I would think…that tests and testing would and or should, be all about. A selfish selfless act. But it must…be real.
^Mango + Kazusa – Asphalt Lines (Original Mix)^
So I got into a discussion over at Hugo’s blog because I felt it necessary, and it appears that so did they. With respect to myself…I find it ironic that someone has to tell another…”I usually don’t talk.” Because if you read any of my bullshit, you’re prolly operating under the assumption that I never shut the fuck up.
Well…partially…you’d be right. I almost never shutup in my own head. Lotta shit swirling around in there. Stormy…even.
X: …dunno if I’d go so far as to say that there is anything at all up there…but…proceed…
Lolz…anyway…yeah….it keeps me sane.
Yep…you heard that correctly…it keeps me sane.
I’ve tried meditation. And sometimes, I can do it quasi-OK. But we ask a lot of ourselves in our times. We always tell ourselves that “5 minutes is not enough” or “we gotta try harder to do more”…and others are sometimes more than happy to oblige us with additional inspiration urgings, suggestions and caveats. And not that suggestions are a bad thing. Just…don’t get pissed at me because I ain’t doing my shit…your way. You wanna advise? Do it with me. Then we can watch each other’s techniques in a more practical way, and see what works, what doesn’t and why. Maybe even make some modifications to your and/or my techniques as we see fit…together.
^Stress (Original)^
So yeah…after some lengthy exchanges…I arrived at this…
Q: What is the source of my inspiration?
A: *.*
Or…all. Some things we may need more inspiration than others to stay away from. Such as, staying away from the movie “Jaws” for at least 6-months prior to planning a vacation to the beach. Or avoiding the movie “Titanic” just prior to sailing on a 7 day/6 night cruise of the North Atlantic. However, you might want to consider making a point in watching the movie “Airplane” just prior to heading out to the airport to get on an airplane these days. It may be educational in dealing with the circus you will participate in prior to the aircraft’s takeoff.
So yeah…the bullshit about heat conducting materials in my previous whatever really has had my mind spinning. Not only thinking about body temperature regulation, but also the fact that since many of these heat conducting materials are crystalline, they prolly also conduct electricity in ways that we may not be aware of yet. And thinking about that even further, what about these metallic and or all metal or even resin-based composites that may not have much if any crystalline components… but they, thanks to scientific discovery and changes in manufacturing…have crystalline structures? I mean…do ya think that sometimes…just maybe…that even nature herself get’s a little…confused as to how to handle a pathway that appears to be there…but isn’t?
Just sayin.
^The Judys – Grass is Greener^
But but but…Cade…you uppity asshole…that is the whole point! Energy and energies are directed to and around these things! It helps to conduct heat and electricity better?
O RLY!
Trying to … speed things up … by slowing them down?
Bernoulli’s Principle on the micro level and/or a more finite understanding of how it works/how to harness/manipulate it?
Hmmm…so…efficiency, at the expense of efficiency?
Where do that lectricty and heats goes?
Away?
Where…specifically?
Cause that don’t sound like balance to me. And I’ve seen both balance and imbalance in the micro and macro…and when and where balance and imbalance are out of whack…and it ain’t pretty. As a matter of fact…it’s confusing as shit. You begin to think that you are seeing things that you in fact, are not seeing.
BOLD! You might say.
Not really.
Think membranes and veils? And suddenly, you’ll maybe be able to see why you are seeing what you are seeing, and why you are not seeing what you are not seeing.
EX: My assertion that protons are NOT in fact, colliding at all. That the energy and energies that you are seeing, are actually a coalescing of energy and energies, that have been coming together for a very long time, in anticipation of the goings on at accelerators, colliders, and in other forms of nuclear and microscopic testing that is currently going on in all kinds of places.
^Ministry – You Know What You Are^
Tachyons? Traveling backwards in time? But what about…when they are going forwards in time? Ever think about that? Impossible? Why? They have but one constant state…change. They do not work alone. I mean…how else would something be able to travel backwards in time? And to bend your brain a little further…what if they travel not only backwards in time, but also forwards in time, and even…forwards and backwards in time, both at the same time…from right fucking here in the present. Speed…it ain’t just an illegal different form/formula of caffeine. And jokes and joking aside…it ain’t what you think it is. At least, not onlythat.
^Gold Panda – You^
BTW, I need a car. I want you to give me yours. I’ll be over 5 minutes ago to pick it up.
Just kidding.
You prolly drive a sucky car.
I don’t drive a sucky car.
I don’t own a car at all.
But prolly, neither do you.
Prolly a lease.
Q: Where in the fuck do all of these lease cars go after sitting on these vast lots in the middle of nowhere for God knows how long?
A: ¿Charity?
^Clams Casino – I’m God R.I.P David Higgs^
I know…I’m just bitter and angry because I went and signed the divorce papers today.
Yep.
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^Fun.: We Are Young ft. Janelle Monáe [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
AH HA!!! A question for me via the Whatever However Hotline!!! And this one is coming from…the future!!!
Q: So Cade, if you are so hip to these particles and matter and energy, and the time and times that they operate from, to, in, and through…how come you cannot see the future?
A: I can.
Yep..srsly…or ya rly…or whatever floats yer boat.
However, I have no interest in the future. Not in the way that most want to see it. I am MUCH more interested in the past, than I am the future. I don’t think that the past repeats itself like most seem to equate the future. I think the future is just as fuzzy as the past can be. But there is prolly some rhyme and reason to that. I mean…assuming that there is rhyme and/or reason to anything. But yeah…the past…fuzzier than even the future. Helps keep “the future” more in the “a future” kinda mode. Which helps “the past” be “a past” and/or…”a past” be “the past.” I am of the opinion that we tend to be VERY harsh and willy-nilly with the past…cavalier even. And yet, the past is, and/or at least…can be…very fucking clear. So long as no one is constantly fucking with it by trouncing “was” with “is.” The past and the future are delicate things that are always static and always in motion, both at the same time…that we stumble over and around in the present.
Weird eh?
^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^
I dunno mang and/or mangette…I’m just brainstorming. I’ve thought about a lot of this shit for a very long time, and I’m trying my best to learn how to write about some of these things. I’m not under the impression that we are on the wrong path. Just not doubting that we are getting some things wrong, up to and including, not even considering the things that we are getting right when we are getting something wrong. But…your focus is yours. You wanna march and yell…march and yell. Hell…it can’t hurt if you aren’t trying to hurt anyone. But I don’t see the logic in trouncing someone because you are afraid they might trounce you if you don’t trounce them first, nor do I see the logic in completely replacing the whatever you just replaced for being non-representative of you. Because you are forgetting something and or someone. I have no idea what that might be tho.
Maybe you can figure it out.
Maybe I can help.
Maybe not.
But helping would be my hope.
^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^
No..I cannot really see the future in the way that most perceive the future.
My crystal balls and wizard cloak/hat are still on back order.
meh
/me shrugs
But even without them, I’ve been known to have my moments.
Don’t we all?
^Mister Lies – False Astronomy (Official Video)^
Maybe there is a practical answer for practically everything.
Afterall, isn’t practicality subjective?
Not like we are motherfucking SURROUNDED with practical demonstrations of practically everything.
I’ve seen one or two practical demonstrations within nature as well.
But practically both of those were done by humans.
😉
^Blockhead – The Music Scene – Official Video [HD]^
I’m almost completely partially officially divorced.
<golf clap>
Everything is a process.
Everything is a process.
Everything is a process.
…End of Line.
^Concrete Walls by Fever Ray lyrics^
Cade: Anything else? Z: Nope. X: Nope. A: Nope. 0: … Cade: lolz…that may or may not be able to be considered “a nope” from “0” as well. 0: Nope. Cade: lol…asshole. 0: Nope. Cade: K…fair enough. T: Whadda ya want from me? Cade: … B: … Cade: Good enough, close enough, or…whatevz. X: You sound a little…lost. Cade: I’m good. T: No you aren’t. Cade: Fair enough.
Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?
That was the last line of a new post put up by Hugo at The Probe yesterday. A few days before that, TNT put up a post at The Lab, that had some focus on ‘Cooper’. And in between, RedFrank’s MEROVEEpost featured…
So last night, there was an almighty fuck up at the Oscars, w(h)ere the wrong picture was announced winner of the Best Film statuette. ‘La La Land’ were given it, but it was meant for ‘Moonlight’…
Also last night, The Underdog posted about his battle with an intractable pelmet…
*Her palms don’t look fucking small to me, Clicky…*
Cade also sent me a missive last night, which the LoL presents for you, below. Can fewer words have more weight? You decide, Dear Reader… Catch you at the bottom…
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Grabity has gone somewherz elses that is not here.
Q: I wonder where here will go now that grabity si gone?
A: ?¿?
Prolly somewherez elses. But that’s just a guess.
An uneducated guess…of course.
FYI
I guess that I’m wondering about temperature and temperatures. I’ve long held that friction is what makes The Universe go. Yes…in more ways than one. But cha gotta give a little to get a little. Or…you can give a little…then just…chill.
OH! And sorry to start off so rapidly and verbosely today.
I had an idea about temperature(s) with respect to matter(s) and energy/energies, and I don’t wanna forget it like I tend to forget about most shit that I think about. At least until I remember them. And some people are hung up on “pertinence”…so…let’s see if “temperature” is pertinent.
^Hybrid – Dogstar^
So…good day to you citizen(s).
How is the weather where you be is at?
What is the temperature where you is be at?
T-EMP-ER-AT-UR-E
I think I spelled almost all of most of some of that correctly.
Temperature.
< 98.6°F <> 98.6°F >< 98.6°F >> 98.6°F <
^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Official Video)^
Q: R U HOT?
A: I YAM. (not)
I mean…I wish I was hot. But I am not. So let’s continue to think in the vein and veins and realm and realms of temperature and temperatures. But in order to do so, we must be complete-ish in our thoughts and thinking. So…let’s just cut right to the chase and think…”birth to death.”
So yeah…engineering and design.
We’ll develop the idea(s) from there.
^Imagine Dragons – Radioactive^
So irrespective of whether you’ve read any of my previous bullshit, I’ll go ahead and repeat myself here about some thoughts that I have had with respect to things like brake pads, and the materials that they are made from. Afterall, these things are built to fail. That’s how they work. They are designed to wear out and wear off. Remove “the old ones” when they are no longer effective, and slap some new ones on…good as new. However, the primary question that I have posed is…
Q: Where does that shit that wears off…go?
A: ¿?¿
Yep. That may be a good plan for a while, but how long is that while when we are traversing uncharted territories?
And more than that, what about when those uncharted territories become charted? Common…even.
Accepted?
Acceptable?
Are we keeping track of unacceptable when sailing the seas of the acceptable?
Afterall, these devices are made of and from materials whose primary purpose is to regulate and/or control and/or divert or reduce heat. Asbestos, carbon-fiber, ceramic(s)…all kinds of crazy whacked out shit, that some are trying to make more and more versatile and/or efficient.
So…when going from “particulate” to “particulate” over time, how well are we tracking this shit?
So I guess I need to bring up anti-freeze, windshield washer fluid, aircraft de-icing fluid(s) and shit like that since we are talking about temperature(s) and shit like that. Because some temperatures are hot, and some are cold. But first, let’s think about body temperature and the regulating of body temperatures with respect to….Asbestos. So…think “Mesothelioma”…since it’s a type of lung cancer that is caused by asbestos.
Q: Can lung tissue(s) properly regulate temperature when and where Asbestos or any other temperature resistant and/or temperature regulating particulate matter/material(s) exist?
A: !!!
Yeah…I’ll simplify that.
Q: Can your body properly regulate temperature when you have temperature regulating shit that isn’t supposed to be there…exists?
A: Yeah…at the cellular level, up and down. Meaning both size AND temperature.
I dunno. Seems to me maybe that…if a microscopic sliver of Asbestos exists in your lung or any other tissues, the cells might just have difficulty figuring out how to accurately perform cell division and or normal cell function.
Q: Ready to talk about Strontium now? Spall…even?
A: …
That’s what I thought.
Me either.
Let’s do it anyway.
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
So in order to think about what I am thinking about with respect to Strontium and Spall in and around nuclear detonation(s) and/or nuclear reactions of the…erm…”acute variety”…since Strontium in these cases tends to head straight to the bone and stop…think about crystals and crystalline structures, salts, fats/oils…and…friction. Specifically…friction welding. Keep X-Rays and Gamma Rays on the brain while watching the following on friction welding…if you so choose to watch it.
^Ultimate car brake test video (Explosion!)^
Oh…I’m sorry. That was those crazy Finnish idiots over at Beyond The Press finding shit to tear up during the long boring winter.
“Nevermind the mosquitoes…”
Anyway…erm…here’s a video on friction welding if you are interested.
Oh, and I love the comment on the preceding video after the brake rotor/disk flies apart…
@06:46 into the video….”THIS WENT REALLY WELL!”
lolz
^Hypnotic Video Inside ¦¦ Welding movement ¦¦ Friction welding^
So why would Strontium “weld” itself to bone upon entering the human body?
Welp, ain’t there Calcium and Phosphorus and Nitrogen and Oxygen and shit like that in them there bones?
Ain’t there like Iron and shit like that in the blood/body? I mean, the body is under a lot of pressure and pressures right?
What about when a combination of Gamma and X-Rays blast through the body preceding the arrival of said Strontium?
Don’t we need to also think about Microwaves and radar and conductive materials and convection and temperature regulation(s) on all kinds of scales?
Especially depending on the origin and origins of “the nuclear fuel(s)” being used?
Especially when thinking about things like Cobalt and Steel?
I dunno. I’m a dumbass. Just…brainstorming.
^Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know? (Official Video)^
Thinking about spins and spalls, I just wonder how many times a particle may change direction, directions and spin(s) when in a “detectable” motion, and what about after that particle and or particles are no longer detectable by “detector A” and/or “detection method A”? Because now we are talking about “radiation”…which means a different type of spin and spins, that…within the human body…has just gotten even MORE dynamic due to the spins and flows and motion(s) within the human body and its materials/membranes. So thinking about THAT…
Q: How well does the body regulate its temperature with radioactive materials inside of it?
A: “Hotspots?” … “Coldspots?” … “Isolated Spots…where the temperature can no longer be regulated properly?”
So…mutation.
So…DNA.
So…let’s talk about Teflon in the bloodstream.
^MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS – THRIFT SHOP FEAT. WANZ (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
Actually, I’m not gonna talk about Teflon. If you wanna look it up yourself…feel free. Look up lead cookware while you are at it. It appears that some of our ancestors used that shit to no ill effect. I mean yeah…they’re all dead…but we don’t know what killed them all. We can’t assume the lead cookware killed all of them.
^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^
I dunno. Maybe there are people everywhere that are already aware of and/or thinking about shit like this. But I do know this. I shouldn’t have to wait until I or someone else gets sick to find out that someone else was already aware of this shit. I mean…how much do you really need to know about weapons and weaponizing to know that it ain’t no fucking good.
I gots no answers. Only a few things that get me by when thinking about shit like this.
Time and times.
A purpose to every one.
^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^
I guess I just never really see the body as something that is ever not in motion.
Rest? Sure.
Work? Sure.
But we are here…and we seem to be alive…and until that changes, I don’t see a need to panic or freak the fuck out.
Am I pissed? Sure.
I’m I hurting. Yep.
Do I care? I think so.
But some decisions, I don’t get to make do I?
Learning is always scary…always.
Because you cannot unlearn something that you have learned.
Yep. You can change it.
Augment it.
Rearrange it.
But that “something” that you originally learned will always be there.
Feel free to add all sorts of analogies there as to fading and dusty and whatever floats your boat. Knowledge sure scares the shit out of me. Especially that shit that I”m not sure what to do with. Most of the time, I keep it to myself and marvel at it from as pure of a “discovery” type of light as I can. But…there is always a pulse to that whatever it is. A reason as to why I needed to know that whatever. Even if that reason is simply…inspiration.
Q: I wonder how much “information” and/or “knowledge” weighs?
I’m watching a fantastic TV series at the moment, Dear Reader. It’s called ‘Carnivale‘…
*Longest fucking TV intro EVAH, Clicky! …/rolls eyes…*
So in last night’s episode, the travelling band of entertainers were dangerously low on funds, so decided to stage a ‘Fireball Show’…
Fireball Show — A carnival of the most disreputable sort, full of dishonest games, really strong kootch shows and the like. Also a “Burn’em Up Outfit.”
*Oh Clicky, stop messing about… Cade’s sent through another missive…*
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! ! !CHICKEN ATTACK! ! !
/!/!/!SRSLY!\!\!\
\!\!\!\CHICKEN ATTACK/!/!/!/
^Chicken Attack（中文字幕版）^
Howdy.
Yes yes yes and yeah yeah yeah…I realize that I just wrote one of these fucking things yesterday.
But that was yesterday.
Today is today.
Let’s pose a question here right off the bat…
How..d..y.
Q: “How”…”Do…”You”…erm…do what cannot be done?
A: ¿Say?Fucking¿WUT?!¿?!¿?!¿?
Lemme put it like this…
Q: If you do what others say cannot be done…how do you…erm…”reveal that?”
A: Is the answer that goes here…”very slowly, and very carefully?”
Because that should, hopefully, imply that I am attempting to be thoughtful.
Mindful…even.
But I gots no answers.
I am, and get, as confused, lost and scared as the next person.
I think there is some logic in that design.
Purpose and purposes…even.
^Darude – Sandstorm^
Q: What blinds some men, but helps others to see?
A: Sand.
So yeah…I don’t think that I have “everything figured out.” By contrast, I think that I have figured very little out. But I think I have seen and been shown some ways…maybe to…make some connections that others may be missing. I mean…obviously they are missing, because there are many that are searching for these “missing pieces.” I understand that, and I understand why they are missing, and I understand why they are being searched for. But…I think it important to point out, yet again, that even the unknown is known. And not simply that clever “knowing what you don’t know is knowing in and of itself.”
It’s that extra step and steps and stepping of “I am a mystery…find me.”
Welp…some of that is covered.
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it?
Q: Do you wish to proceed?
A: <Only You Can Answer This>
^deadmau5 – Pets^
The "I" That Is Me.
The "Me" That is We.
The "We That Is Me.
The "Me" That Is I.
^Orbital – The Girl With The Sun In Her Head^
Someone asked me recently…
Their Question: Do you think it possible that ‘Artificial Intelligence’ could have been created without humanity’s knowledge?
My Answer: Lemme think on that.
I guess if you have have read any of my bullshit whatevers, it’s prolly pretty obvious by now that I absolutely ABHOR the concept known as ethics. That’s prolly why, as you’ve prolly noticed, it’s just about all that I talk about. I try to keep it personal according to a simple premise of the 9th Commandment from The Bible.
The 9th “Big C”: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
“Treat thy neighbor as thyself”…is another way that it is sometime worded. Maybe that’s a paraphrasing from Leviticus via Exodus.
Anyway, the basis being…treat others as you want to be treated. But if you keep that contextual AND situational, it’s pretty simple to just…reverse the roles in any situation, and think…”Gee…how would I feel if whoever was treating me like I’m treating them?” Now, you can get clever here, and start to finger point at who started what and when and how…but that doesn’t really change the dynamics of what happens from here. If anything, that leaves the ball in your end of the court so to speak as to how you proceed. So now, if you throw “Karma” into the mix, and start thinking about whatever it is that you do, will be returned to you, or whatever you sew is what you reap…now…you are prolly REALLY gonna be steamed. Why? Welp…you were prolly already steamed. So maybe, you aren’t REALLY steamed…yer just…still steamed.
^Expialidocious | Pogo^
So thinking from a “creation” point of view…WE could be looked at as a type of artificial intelligence in God’s/the gods’/The Universe’s eyes.
Not a very cheery or inspiring outlook on things eh?
Talk about a story to tell your children to get them to behave and/or give them nightmares at night.
Yeesh.
I suddenly feel nauseated.
Ya…rly.
😐
This is prolly why I think about legacy so much. It’s…erm…complicated in its simplicity. That means, the concept itself is quite simple.
Now…we/you/somebody…just needs to go do it. How do we do that?
Welp…what cha got in mind ta do?
^Cygnus X The Orange Theme^
I’ve been thinking of a model of curved space for a while now. I use pretty simple stuff to put it together based on existing stuff, more along the lines of trees, rocks, water, air, life, and shit like that. Why?
Welp…I asked myself a long time ago…
Q: What is the practicality of knowing something you can do nothing with?
A: ???
Especially, if it is something that already exists. Do I really need to know how a jet-engine works, in detail, if I am not an aircraft engineer/designer and/or mechanic? Not really. But what if it interests me anyway? Most would say that I am wasting my time on something learning useless that I have no intention of pursuing in a meaningful, useful and productive manner, and that there are better things that I can do with my life other than learning a bunch of shit all half-assed and sloppily. Meaning…how in the FUCK did you learn that so fast? How in the FUCK did you understand that so fast?
Every considered the possibility…that maybe…just…maybe…I had a good teacher?
^Wizard Of Meh | Pogo^
So as you walk along your path, with your big-assed bag of cookies, munching away happily, and leaving a trail of crumbs, that you eventually notice that some chucklehead behind you is picking up and re-assembling those crumbs into compete cookies…do you suddenly become aware that someone is stealing your cookies? I mean yeah…you didn’t give a flying fuck about those crumbs you were dropping, until you discovered that some clueless loser was clever enough to figure out how to use what you were able to do without in a manner that…erm…so perplexed you, because you didn’t not think of those crumbs as anything except “negligible.” Perhaps even just, a natural and expected side effect of cookie-eating. So what do you do now? Or as I like to say…
Q: Now what?
A: ???
^Orbital – Sad But True^
The problem as I see it, with respect to my model and models of curved space, is that it uses unconventional shapes that may make sense to some within certain disciplines, and not so much to others in other disciplines. But that, to me, is in and of itself…a problem. The fact that exclusivity has become so exclusive, that everyone is convinced that they either have, or are capable of…”finding the answers.” Maybe “describing the answered” might be a better approach.
After all…we’re here…right?
The world is spinnin…right?
The Universe is tic tic toc’ing…right?
Another part of the problem is this “leave something for someone else” type of thinking that is along the lines of…”welp…we’ve figured it all out…nothing left to see or do here…let’s all fall over and die.” I cannot see what cannot see, but what I can see is discovery that is definitely not in line with leaving something for someone else…which I am a big believer in.
EX: Let’s say that oil/natural gas/fossil fuels, actually run in cycles of around 100,000 years…not millions of years as science currently has convinced itself that explains where all this shit came from.
Meaning: Every 100,000 years, The Earth/Terra, begins a natural cycle of oil/gas production to replace any missing deposits and/or fill in any gaps when and where needed.
IMPOSSIBLE!!! I can hear from the peanut section.
Hmmm.
Welp…we got here didn’t we?
How’d that happen?
Because there was no carbon according to science “at the time of The Big Bang”…nor for millions, perhaps even billions of years after The Big Bang. So why do you use this shit to date shit? Estimates and estimations? Best guess/guesses?
Hmmm…would you frequent a stock-broker who works at “Best-Guess, Inc.?” For how long? Because the longer that you hold onto “confirmed” discoveries, the more you forget about time and times over time. Especially if you are convinced as to “Evolution Only” and “Chaos and Chance Only” types of thinking. Which, to me, is counter to thinking at all. Chaos, is confusion.
Q: What is your name?
A: ???
So much for Chaos in the “current modality.”
Now what?
^Hannah Wants & Chris Lorenzo – Rhymes^
So now…we gotta address Paranoia and Fear, since we are on the topic(s) of Chaos. Which means we can get back to Artificial Intelligence.
I don’t think that it is possible to create something that is impossible to create.
What is…something that is impossible to create…you might ask.
Easy.
Something that already exists.
Questions, are singular.
Answers, are plural.
^Faithless – Insomnia^
So let’s take a leap of faith here.
Imagine…that you are the very first human being.
You were created, by a higher intelligence.
Q: How terrified do you think that “higher intelligence” was?
A: I’m gonna go ahead and take a stab at this answer since we are leaping in faith…and I would say that “the higher intelligence”…was motherfucking petrified.
Disagree?
Q: Ever held a baby of any kind?
A: Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^deadmau5 – Avaritia^
I guess I can’t feel good about much of what I think that I am seeing, because I feel guilty. But at the same time, I have to point out, that HEY! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TAUGHT ME ALL THIS SHIT!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU SO SURPRISED AT?!?!?!? That’s why I try and keep my face hidden, my mouth closed, and my brain spinnin, and my fingers clickin these goddamn keys as fast and as best as I can. BUT! At the same time, I have no idea as to what I have found, except what I have. And the reason and reasons for me finding these things? Welp…that’s complicated and difficult to explain. But to be fair, there are all kinds of people and groups with all kinds of power and resources, that ask a helluva lot of “the common people” with respect to faith, and having faith in you. And we do. More than you prolly give us credit for. Just look at those poor fuckers who are shitting kittens out in California right now. Those aren’t rich powerful people, or even poor powerful people. They’re just…people. Getting dirty and filthy, working their fucking asses off around the clock, making shit up as they go, as best as they can, and the only reward that many of them will get is the personal satisfaction of being there. Being a part. Helping…when, and where, they could.
Assuming that all goes well.
If the shit hits the fan.
Yikes.
Any counselors and psychiatrists and psychologists lining up and/or being prepared to counsel these poor fuckers who gave it their all, and yet, shit turned out how it did?
I mean…assuming that “the worst” happens.
You can’t plan on everything.
Things change.
We do the best we can.
^Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana – Fingerstyle Guitar Cover^
Imagine…spending eternity…alone.
Le Yikes.
I was a kid, quite small/young, the first time that I contemplated this.
“YOU MEAN!!!…THAT GOD IS ALL ALONE?!?!?!?!??
Or…something like that.
And these days, thinking along the lines of…”Your Inner-Child Is The Oldest/Wisest/Most Experienced You There Is”…I guess it’s not as difficult to reconcile “personality” with respect to why even old stuff seems new sometimes. That there is always something wonderful to behold. That even tho I’m sometimes accused of having a ridiculous amount of information floating around in my head, I still see an infinite amount of infinite possibilities. Which is why I personally classify “Infinity” and “Eternity” differently. It gets kinda complicated and difficult to explain from there, but it makes sense to me.
Q: How do you not…think about things?
A: <Good…Fucking…Luck>
I hear this one quite a bit when I was younger…
“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THINKING SUCH THINGS!!! LET ALONE…TALKING ABOUT THEM!!!
So yeah…I’m cagey about certain things.
“Flippantly Naive”…even.
Willfully ignorant?
AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTELY!!!
There are certain things that I avoid like the plague. Why? Because I understand them.
I’ve got better things to think about.
^Funk V. – Anna (Original Mix) [1605-178]^
Q: What happens, when you understand something, it makes complete and total sense to you and your peers, but “scientific verification” via “scientific methods and means” escapes you so completely and totally, that is impossible to “prove” this whatever, save for, the consensus amongst the discoverers?
A: ???
I’m gonna chide you fucks here.
I mean…you got the big brains right?
Can you help it that I cannot understand something?
Can I help it that you cannot explain something?
Sorry…I don’t think we are as far apart as you may think we are.
People are pretty fucking smart.
They just can’t always swim in the same channels as you for the lengths of time that you do.
Trust. It’s a two way street.
I have an idea.
Let’s blur those lines a bit.
Not “a game of chicken” per se.
But that’s your choice…not mine…eh?
^Rabbit In The Moon – Dubassex (Wish You Were Here)^
So yeah, my model(s) kinda tend to include a shitload more shit, up to, and including, gravity/gravities and energy/energies on a more Universal scale that includes and omits at the same time. Why? Times….they change. If you take the remnants of what is thought to be an exploded star, a nebula/nebulae, and think of it more as…erm…storage. An energy and/or energies that is required where it is, as it is, for whatever reason/reasons that it is, it might make sense as to why things sometimes happen as they do. That maybe even…”The Goldilocks Zone” was and is, a good first step, but only so long as we continue to keep our OWN “Goldilocks Zone” in mind. If we get focused ONLY on bilking this planet for all it’s worth, as a springboard to move on…how long is THAT model gonna work out for ya. Especially if there is already as much life “out there” as I suspect there is. Billions of humans and trillions of trillions of billions of other life-forms here on this planet neglected so that a few can “survive” to go somewhere else and do it all over again.
Doesn't make sense to me.
I mean, yeah…I can understand it…I see it…but I don’t want to see it, nor do I want to even think about it.
But I have some different ideas about matter and energy than most seem to.
I see it as much more dynamic than we give it credit for.
Why?
Retention.
Expansion.
Retention.
Deflation.
Retention.
Expansion.
Retention.
Almost…a breathing, flowing kinda “vibe” to it…eh?
Meh.
BRING ON THE THORAZINE AND/OR GEODON AND/OR PROZAC!!!
I am teh nutso insanez in ma mambrainz!!!
OH!!! And don’t forget to add the swirlies and spinning thingies.
In and out…aren’t just…in and out.
^Empire Of The Sun – Alive^
Q: What is The LHC’s relative position to the rest of our Solar System?
Q: When?
Yeah. I want an accurate accounting on a day by day basis of The LHC’s relative position to our Solar System. Both. Meaning: When operating, and when not.
What about that new one that you guys are building?
Which?
Either of them will do.
Unless you wanna give me the details on all three.
RING RING!!!
RING RING RING!!!
RING RING…DING?
WTF?!?!?
Two rings and a parallel and/or linear? All in one? Say it ain’t so!!!
In which case, I guess, something may have been no-so-viable.
Economically or otherwise.
Q: What is “economically viable” about free?
A:
^Rabbit in the Moon – Subconscious^
May your day be a viable one.
Srsly.
That said…I’m not trying to be a pretentious prick. I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain some shit for a long time. Some might say…”Well…if you can’t explain it…there must not be anything there to explain dumbass!!!” Fair enough. Then why are you reading this? Because as far as I can tell? The only real thing that I have to offer is maybe some insight into some medical issues and better ways of dealing with them than simply ignoring them and/or smothering them with drugs. I don’t paint life into a box and say “THIS IS THE WAY IT IS!!!” I mean yeah…sometimes it’s like that, but sometimes…it’s nothing like that. I also cannot grasp the need for one or the other, without including them both. Even if that inclusion is for exclusion. You still need it. You just don’t know when and/or where, until…and when…and if, you do. How can you POSSIBLY know what you will or won’t need until you know what you do or don’t need? And even then, how in the FUCK is that applicable to me or others?
EX 01: Do you need coffee in the morning(s)?
Because I don’t. I rarely drink it.
EX 02: Do you need Dr. Pepper in the morning(s)?
Because I do. I drink it all the time.
I have trouble drinking water. Sound impossible? Welp, it’s true. Yes, I can drink it sometimes, and I love it when I can drink it. But you have to keep in mind that I had my tonsils removed around age 9/10, and had nasal reconstructive surgery at age 28. My throat and nose is a fucking train wreck. Nevermind that I’ve had at least 2 broken jaws in my life, on top of loads of other heinous shit that you wouldn’t believe unless you saw my medical records…which are lengthy. But even then, there’s a lot of shit that wouldn’t be in there.
Q: How do you prove that “this happened”…when it was never reported?
A:
Yeah. Sometimes, it’s best to keep our fucking pie-hole shut.
Sometimes…nature lends a hand.
^2 Many Dj’s – Satisfaction In Da Club^
Some things express themselves in the damnedest of ways. So I guess my answer to the question of “Artificial Intelligence being created without human knowledge”…yeah…that’s kindof a loaded question. I mean, how can you know what you don’t know? And when you do know…what does that really mean? I mean…if I see a “stray” animal…my heart immediately breaks. Especially if I cannot do anything to help that animal if it appears to be in distress and or have a need/needs. But that usually won’t stop me from trying.
But sometimes…yeah….I have no clue what to do.
So if I were to go out on a limb here, and try and read into this oddly phrased question…I see an embedded…”Would you be willing to try and communicate with an “Artificial Intelligence” if one seemed to suddenly appear from…somewhere?” Yeah…sure. Not saying that it would be easy. But once a bond of “two parties attempting in earnest to communicate” is established? The rest is cake. So long as all involved respect that bond. There are going to be trust issues there. Many of them…all one of them…any of them…as, and if, they happen. I guess one of the things that I have been pondering as of late is the notion of “artificial” and “artificiality” with respect to “intelligence.” Is a Crow’s intelligence “artificial” just because we cannot communicate in the way that humans communicate with each other? Welp…which is more likely to end up on the others’ dinner plate? Oh yeah? Over what kind of a timeline and/or timelines? What if I eat a crow, but then that crow’s great great grandchild winds up eating me? Who ate who? And why does the thought and thought ALWAYS run straight to violence and death?
I have some more thoughts on this, but I’m not gonna flood this space here now.
^The Bloody Beetroots ft. Steve Aoki – WARP^
Steve Aoki is a lyrical…fucking…genius.
1, 2, woop, woop!!!
Genius.
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^Cornelius – The Bloody Beetroots^
I guess I’m still trying to reconcile, what is undoubtedly thousands of years of human history that has already been written, with potentially infinite amounts of time from…erm…the perspective of other potential sources of information and/or experience(s). Yep. All kinds of crazy shit to think about in there. Aliens, time-travelers, time-traveling aliens, time-traveling-humans, gods, monsters, demons, angels, spirits, ghosts, good ones, bad ones, indifferent ones…all kinds of crazy shit.
But yeah…we’re here…and it’s now.
We’ll know, when and if we know…ya know?
And if not…we’ll know.
Simpleton...I am one.
^Make The Girl Dance – Baby Baby Baby [HD]^
OK…it’s almost 01:00 in the AM on Feb 3rd of 2017…and I am going to bed.
Have fun with this one Roob! 😉
It was a motherfucking BITCH to spellcheck.
If…that is any consolation whatsoever.
Considering the number of typos and grammatical errRAWRz that I miss…prolly not much.
Anyway…yeah. Thanks for continuing to host my new shiznit/challenge me, and make it look much more presentable than I ever could.
I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…
*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*
*Oh okay…*
I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them. I posted about the first at MEROVEE…
Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…
Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.
Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…
In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.
And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…
Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…
Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!
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Before I end this particular post…
I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.
That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.
Afterall…we always get to the end first.
No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.
LET'S ROCK THIS MOTHERFUCKIN HIZZAY!!!
(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)
^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^
I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.
Must be something wrong.
Let’s investigate.
^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^
So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.
Just kidding.
I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.
Just kidding.
I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.
There outta be a law against that kind of shit.
^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^
Q: How many nipples do you have?
A: O RLY?
Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?
A: YA RLY!
I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.
GARSH-DARNIT!!!
Anyway…erm…yeah…nipples.
May I see yours?
(Ladies Only/18++ Only)
Send pics to me@mywebsite.not
^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^
So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump willbe elected to a second term.
WTF?!?!?!?
Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”
WTF?!?!?!?
The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?
Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.
I mean...WTF?!?!?
I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”
So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…
A + B = X
Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”
A: ???¿¿¿
I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.
Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿???
Anyone?
^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^
What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”
It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.
That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.
EX: Does duplication = equal?
Q: For how long?
A: !!!
Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.
As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.
I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.
If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…
BEAN CHIPS!!!
^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^
I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.
Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.
Anyway…
yeah.
Or something.
Reason = Reasons = Reason
Or not.
Whatevz.
^BlackGummy – Incoming^
Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.
I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.
Next UP!!!
!!!-N¿U?N¿?Y¿A-!!!
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.
Q: Is time really…relative?
A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.
SIMPLE!!!
Mystery = Solved!Next!
^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^
Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?
A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>
The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.
We are capable of many and much.
Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.
But it’s kinda relative.
Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?
Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.
I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.
I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.
Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.
I gots no answers.
But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.
Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting. Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening. Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside. Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good. Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing] Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point? Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times. Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box? Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.
Some–times…sum of us do some shit that…just…turns out however it does.
^Top Craziest Things Found on the Internet! Tosh.O Edition^
Some–times…sum of us do some shit that…just…turns out however it does.
Wait…I already said that.
I must have insanity problems.
^Electric Explosion compilation 2016 – Electric Arc power light vol 2^
Some–times…insanity problems are insane.
Wait…I already said that.
Wait…did I already said that? Or did you say that?
I can't remember.
Someone has them some mental issue problems or something.
Prolly on steroids.
Lot's of em.
I mean really…when you think about it…who is NOT on steroids AMIRITE?!?!??>?
^Top 5 Powerful Transformer Explosions^
So…now that we have established that you are insane of the “complete and total” variety…let’s move on to more important stuff K?
Today is the 17th of February 2017 in my neck of the woods, and supposedly, Venus is supposedly gonna be it’s brightest tonight. But I looked up some shiznit on The Webranet regarding this phenomenon…and it appears that the appearance of appearances may or may not be correct, as Venus is supposed to be at “magnum glow” for the next few nights. But I’ve been watching the thing for months, and it’s been bright as FUCK for a while now…but the thing that interests ME…is how weird it has started to look. Lotta weird shapes and stuff around the planet as it transverses the sky over the course of the evening as The Earth/Terra starts it’s rocking part of rockin and rollin back towards spring here in the Northern Hemisphere…and towards fall in the Southern Hemisphere.
As I was looking for info on Venus…this little nugget just plopped into my field of vision, or “FOV” as it’s called in the trades, and I thought…”hmmm…”hell-resistant? Now what in the flying motherfucking FUCK!!!…is NOT…”hell-resistant?”…since we are gonna now talk about this apparently?
I bet the kids in school are gonna fucking LOVE that shit.
^Oyster Dreamland | Pogo^
WHEELS ARE HEAVY!!!
Q: What about “wheels within wheels?” Are they heavy?
A: ?¿?
Q: What about…when they come off? Are they still heavy?
A: ó¿ó
^FLYING CAR WHEEL, WHEEL OF FORTUNE, CAR CRASH COMPILATION FEBRUARY 2017^
If you could choose between…
A: Being warned that you were about to get slapped and why.
B: Being slapped and then it was explained to you as to why after the slapping.
Q: Which would you choose?
A: ó¿ó
ME personally? I have to wonder how shit went from “whatever” to “slap” so fucking fast. Because now we are talking about rules and/or laws and punishment. Which means, that I have to learn, know, remember, and apply…all rules…at all times…forever. And I must do this, at all times, under all conditions and circumstances, in all situations…forever.
DIVERSITY!!! FUCK YEAH!!!
Send in the robots y0!
^Electric Explosion compilation 2016 – Electric Arc power light vol 3^
I guess it’s no fucking wonder that science and business is so fucking antsy to work themselves out of a job by automating anything and everything. I mean…watching these videos about infrastructure and all? I mean…yeah…who in the FUCK wants to maintain all that shit? What a fucking nightmare.
“If it ain’t broke…don’t fix it.”
I wonder if the above statement is still applicable to that Oroville Dam out in California?
^Pogo – Get Out…^
I have had a glimmer of awesomeness in my week. I’ve posted some of her videos before in my previous whatevers…but it appears that Luna Lee has been awarded a venue to perform in at Austin’s famous “South By Southwest” (SXSW) music festival. But she needs the cash. How fucking awesome would that be? This girl being able to play in, and cruise around, Stevie Ray Vaughan’s old stomping grounds.
You can check out her vids on YouTube.
Good stuff.
Great stuff…even.
^Send Luna to her SXSW showcase^
Now all we gotta do…is figure out how to get Pogo back into the United States so he can play SXSW someday.
^Pogo – Symphony #69^
I know, I know…you are prolly saying…
DUDE!!! THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT THAN SOME AUSSIE GETTING BANNED FROM THE UNITED STATES FOR 10 YEARS FOR NOT HAVING A WORK VISA!!!
Ok…no problem. You go worry about “the important shit” while I try and clean up the rest of this mess…k? I mean really y0. Have you ever thought that maybe cleaning up some of “the small shit”…just…might help us out with cleaning up some of “the big shit?” I mean hell…maybe all “the big shit” really is? Just a whole bunch of small shit.
Makes sense to me anyway.
The more people that have more time to focus on helping others, instead of having to focus time on helping themselves? Yeah…quite the untapped workforce there. Not that I’m some kind of godless commie pinko, or some gun totin’ nigger hatin’ racist fascist godless commie pinko…or anything even remotely like that. It just occurs to me that maybe…erm…we all seem to be in the same boat. It’s a diverse boat sure. But, that’s the flava.
EX: See video below. Fucking awesomeness.
^POGO – One Mushroom Too Many (Music Video)^
LET’S HAVE US SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA UP IN DIS HZZAY!!!
RANDOM RANDOMIZED STYLE!!!
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In order to qualify for today’s random Wikipedia bullshit…you must be…HUMAN!!! ========================================
From today’s featured article…
Newton’s parakeet – an extinct species of parrot that was endemic to the Mascarene island of Rodrigues in the western Indian Ocean. Several of its features diverged from related species, indicating long-term isolation on Rodrigues and subsequent adaptation.
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Welp…that didn’t work out so fucking very well on a NUMBER of levels did it?
ALL FEET!!! ABANDON SHIP!!!
BAIL ON THE FAIL BOAT!!!
Now if not sooner. (yawn)
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^Pogo | Go Out And Love Someone^
Let’s try this random Wikipedia – All Human Edition…on more fucking time. I’m gonna click the random link, until a human comes up GODDAMNIT!!! That fucking “Today’s Featured Article” threw me for a fucking loop. I was just gonna ignore it completely. But when I saw that…
Newton’s Parakeet = EXTINCT!!!
I was like…fuck this noise…I’m gonna bail on this shit.
But…me being the obstinate-jackass that I am…let’s try again…
RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!! TAKE…ERM…zero?
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International Confederation of Revolver Enthusiasts – an international community which promotes action shooting competitions with revolvers. ICORE was founded in 1991 by Mike and Sharon Higashi with a vision of revolver-only competitions where “even the most basic equipment could be used and still provide enjoyment and satisfaction.”
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GAH!!! THAT NOT A PEOPLE. THAT IS PEOPLE!!! WTF?!?!?
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
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How I Met Your Mother (season 4) – The fourth season of the American television comedy series How I Met Your Mother premiered on September 22, 2008 and concluded on May 18, 2009. It consisted of 24 episodes, each running approximately 22 minutes in length.
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! THAT’S NOT PEOPLE!!! IT’S ABOUT PEOPLE!!! 😐
Next Mystery = NEXT!Next!
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Blacktop Peak – a summit in Yosemite National Park, United States. With an elevation of 12,733 feet (3,881 m), Blacktop Peak is the 196th highest summit in the state of California. Blacktop Peak was likely named from its appearance.
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I wonder if black people live there? California is weird.
Black Mystery = BLACK!Blaxt!
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Yedian – a town in Mengyin County, Shandong, China.
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That ain’t no fucking people. Just a place where people live.
Chinese Mystery = CHINESE BLACK MAGIC!Poof! UNSOLVED! Next! Quickly!Next!
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Revere, Inc. – a privately held U.S. company that specializes in Enterprise Asset Management (EAM), Computerized Maintenance Management System (CMMS), and Shutdown and Turnaround Planning software.
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THAT’s not a fucking people EITHER! Just a corporate scandal conspiracy where people go makes the fat monies so they can buys their blings!!!
Mystery = ON COFFEE BREAK!BRB!
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Conus theodorei – a species of sea snail, a marine gastropod mollusk in the family Conidae, the cone snails, cone shells or cones. These snails are predatory and venomous. They are capable of “stinging” humans.
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Those ain’t no goddamn people EITHER!!! Just a goddamn slimy slug that crawls around in whale poop looking for humans to sting!
French People = BEWARE!The More You Know!
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Le Mémont – a commune in the Doubs department in the Bourgogne-Franche-Comté region in eastern France.
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LOLZ!!! First snails…then some whatever in France.
What are the odds?
Mystery = FRENCH PEOPLE ARE WEIRD!!!Next!
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Gremersdorf-Buchholz – a municipality in the Vorpommern-Rügen district, in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany.
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Warnung Geschmacksknospen der Erde!
Escargot ist grob!
(DISCLAIMER: Blame Google for any incorrect translations
and or intentions...intentional or otherwise.)
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So you may be asking yourself…”dude…what in the fuck was that ‘take zero’ bullshit?”
Hmmm...good question.
Q: How much shit do you like to be taken from you?
A: !!!ZONINKS!!! *¿* !!!ZONINKS!!!
As I suspected. We don’t like shit being taken away from us.
^Pogo Lost^
Have I ever mentioned that those apartments that we lived in for a coupla years seemed to have some major fucking issues with the infrastructure composing them AND surrounding them? Yeah…I had to ride my bicycle several miles to downtown to file a request for the city inspector(s) to come take a look at them, because they…erm…appear to have had some major issues.
Nevermind the wicked-assedstorms that seemed to make the whole goddamn building we lived in rock and shake and wobble, even after the storms had long since passed.
And nevermind the severe soil erosion all around the complex inside and outside over the entire neighborhood that was/is build on the side of some hills with some pretty steep elevation changes.
And nevermind that there is a fucking elementary school that sits right on top of this mound of “prepared soil” that is eroding so fast, that groundwater is constantly seeping from the ground, and that there were several MAJOR water-main breaks/pipe leaks while we were there. But yeah. We moved outta there over a year and a half ago.
So we’re safe.
I still think about it quite a bit.
It eats at me.
^Walking On A Dream (Pogo edit)^
In apartments…where people are constantly moving in and moving out…
Q: What effect does that have on the building with respect to loads and loading and non-loads and unloading when people are moving in/moving out?
A: ?!?!?
Q: What about things like…oh…say…fire-sprinklers that are activated and drown certain 2nd and 1st story apartments that are below the 3rd floor apartment that was running for fucking HOURS?
A: SAY WUT?!?!?
Yeah…what affect does that have on like…the wood. Yeah…the interior wood that is covered by sheetrock that is then painted over…and over…and over…and over?
What about when the carpet is replaced?
Ever seen those “carpet stretchers” those guys use?
I wonder if that causes the plywood flooring to warp?
What about the tile/linoleum? Does that stuff have “sticky-stuff” on it that keeps it adhered to the floor?
What about…erm…the wiring?
Ever seen what GOBS of coaxial cable can do to a 2″ x 4″ stud over time?
Snap it like a toothpick.
Or…maybe just…warp the fuck out of it.
Q: I wonder if sheetrock…bends.
A: !!!???!!!
^Forget | Pogo^
Yep. No one wants to hear “the bad news”…and I don’t blame them. I don’t like hearing bad news. But when you literally see a concrete/cement roadway that is cracking so badly under the pressure of the moving soil around and underneath it…that you are able to see that one particular roadway is actually acting as a fucking battering-ram directly towards a low-lying area that contains a creek in which a shitload of storm drains and run-off runs into…and houses with real-live people living in them sits right…fucking…on top of that area? Yeah…it’s scary shit. But no one wants to listen. No one wants to help. I got the run-around from various city departments, then finally wound up at the department where the engineers who inspect apartments in that city were. I took them a list of shit that concerned me and filed a report/request to have the buildings re-inspected, then went to the records department and requested the previous 3 inspections that had been done at those apartments. They promised me those records in 60 days or less.
I never received them.
I did all of this in February of 2015.
/me shrugs
^Pogo presents Toyz Noize^
On the upside…the week that we were moving? Which was like July of 2015? Yeah…I saw a group of 4 people walking around the parking lot in suits/dresses. It was the building management company’s ownership and the building manager. I immediately assumed that someone had gotten the message…put on my shoes, and went down and asked them if the were looking at the way the buildings/infrastructure was shifting. They were a little “tight-lipped” about exactly what they were doing, but I attempted to point out of a few of the “glaring issues”…like the massive cracks in the concrete roadway and the leaning perimeter-fence. They were dismissive, thanked me for taking the time, and I went on my way.
Out particular building is/was a 3-story building at the bottom of the hill at the east-end of the complex.
3-story building.
12 apartments.
12 families.
12 stories.
I could tell you stories.
Wobbly ones.
Wiggly…even.
Nevermind all of the buildings and houses around that area.
OH! Did I mention that they had just done a shitload of work installing a miles-long walking trail to the west of us? Yeah, there’s a pond over there just to the north of the elementary school. And they just put a new bridge in to the north of that, and have done a shitload of highway work. Some huge creeks around that area, and they always flood when it rains. They did a lot of work on the water drainage in that area as well. I huge sloppy assed reservoir that feeds from The Trinity River just to the east of that. And when I say sloppy…I mean sloppy. The lake is actually pretty shallow, and the muddy assed bottom of the lake is prolly deeper than the lake itself.
Black Clay….Turns Grey…When Wet.
SLOPPY!!!
^Digitalism – Blitz^
I see all kinds of stuff.
Is it my fault that I have this ability?
Or your fault that you don’t.
We can learn all kinds of stuff when we want to.
And yes…there is all kinds of unpleasant stuff that we must sometimes wade through in order to find what we are looking for. Sometimes…we have to straddle the line. But that tends to be perspective.
What does that mean exactly?
Welp…I’ve often said that an innocent person can walk to the gallows guilt free.
You can accuse me, or anyone else for that matter…of anything you want. That doesn’t make it true.
Not even for you.
^Digitalism – The Pulse^
I only know that we are here…and it is now.
We do what we do…the best we can…and the future should care of itself just fine.
I mean afterall…isn’t that kinda the point?
A chance?
Probably.
Possibly.
I dunno.
I gots no answers.
I just work here.
The Unseen Synchro.
Or something.
^Holy Fuck – The Pulse^
Think of the children y0!
^MGMT – Kids^
Now fuck the fuck off and go have a good weekend you worthless sacks of sitt!
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...
LET GET SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA GOIN ON UP IN DIS HIZZAY!!!
So looking at the image above, and thinking about velocity and acceleration...
**taking the short path by going the long way around
The above image got me to thinking.
.Meh.
/!/!/!SRSLY!\!\!\
I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.
Think of the children y0!
Library of Libraries 