*Interesting choice of Song, Clicky… /pat snout… ‘Cos of what Frank wrote me last night in the Red universe? …/rolls up…*
*/puts rollie to lips… Welcome to the Jung Gal? …/flicks lighter… Don’t. You’ll make me laugh… /lights up… and that’ll make me cough… /drags… and I don’t need the wee seepage right now, thank you very much… *
*Clicky! That’s Jeremy Irons singing… /taps ash… He’s in one the the double bill of movies Cade and I watched last night… /puffs… and what this post is supposed to be about… /rolls eyes… If I ever fuckin’ get round to start writing it…*
Dear Reader, I am on holiday now for the next two weeks. Underdog Anthology VI: The Gallows Stone – is due out for Halloween and I haven’t written anything for it yet…
… Last night, instead of writing, I accepted Cade’s invitation to watch some movies. Well, I am on holiday 😉 We each picked a film that we’d really enjoyed watching, but that the other hadn’t seen. First up was Cade’s pick of ‘Moneyball’, ostensibly about baseball…
‘In the film, Beane (Brad Pitt) and assistant GM Peter Brand (Jonah Hill), faced with the franchise’s limited budget for players, build a team of undervalued talent by taking a sophisticated sabermetric approach towards scouting and analyzing players.’
‘The principal story takes place over a 24-hour period at a large Wall Street investment bank during the initial stages of the financial crisis of 2007–08.In focus are the actions taken by a group of employees during the subsequent financial collapse.’
Both movies were released in 2011, and both movies were about the same things: interpretation of numbers, risk management and being first with a paradigm-shifting break through…
… Or breakout…
…And the logistics required to build something up, or to tear it down…
*Sullivan… /final drag… I spent 16 years as a PA to a Construction Logistician called Sullivan… /stubs butt… He definitely had some paradigm-shifting ideas… /streams smoke…*
I can highly recommend both movies, Dear Reader, especially if you have time to view them in one sitting. Tomorrow I shall start writing a story for the UAVI, but for tonight, Cade has recommended a horror film for us to watch. To help get me in the mood, so to speak…
*No, I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before either, Clicky… /pats snout… Now be a love and get something suitable to end with…*
I’ll be certain to let you know how the stories are coming along, but until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀
Cade: I think a better question would be…who in the hell are you?
X: Doesn’t feel right, does it?
Cade: No, not really.
0: Maybe that’s what happens when you let something sit in your head for too long.
Cade: It’s possible. But just because something pops into my head doesn’t mean I need to write it down.
Z: Any other current examples you can list to relate?
Cade: SoPi J.
Z: Been stewing on that one for a while?
Cade: Yes I have.
Z: And what have you come up with?
Cade: Well, SoPi K came along last night, so I think I’m going to skip SoPi J for now, and maybe talk about SoPi K a bit…try and flesh it out.
Z: Do you think that’s a good idea?
Cade: 😦
X: Why do you think that a certain something might not feel right?
Cade: The first time that you wander into a new environment as a kid, your eyes are likely to boggle as you marvel in wonder at the unknown/never before seen.
T: Can you think of an example?
0: Yeah. Give us an example 😉
Cade: A department store.
C: Anything else pop into that head of yours as to an example?
Cade: Yeah…The Colosseum scene from Gladiator.
Z: When all of Proximo’s gladiators see it for the first time?
Cade: That’s the one. Juba says, “I did not know men could build such things.”
X: And what about subsequent visits?
Cade: I think the wonder and awe is likely still there, but it’s been constrained a bit.
Z: Constrained by rules and regulations.
Cade: True that. Loads and loads of rules, regulations, constraints, weight limits, size limits…everything has been qualified and quantified.
Z: Just takes us a while to learn and understand the hows and whys behind the system and systems that created this new environment…is that what you are saying?
Cade: Something like that.
X: Do you think such knowledge crushes the glow of that initial awe and wonder?
Cade: It certainly can.
A: Overwhelming the overwhelmed…that’s quite the concept to ponder.
Cade: Indeed it is.
X: Has anything in particular overwhelmed you lately?
Cade: To quote “T” here…”Let’s talk about that.”
X: Good show.
Cade: I guess time will tell.
T: …
^Gorillaz – Humility (Official Video)^
*******
*Nice one, Clicky! So much better than going with a department store opening… /lights up… *
Ah, there you are, Dear Reader. As you can see, the Okie Devil of Text US – Cade Fon Apollyon – has sent a brand spanking, new missive through to the LoL…
…#111 to be exact, and I for one am looking forward to finding out what SoPi J & K are all about…
*Ah, but did you know Elvis played at the Coliseum, Clicky? …/drags…*
So yeah, let’s us talk about that. And what is “that” you may ask? Welp, my own personal method is to get a vague idea as to what I want to write about, then just let it develop as I actually type. That’s why I tend not to edit things as I go, leave mistakes in grammar/spelling and the like, and not fear looking like an idiot when I know that I’m going out on a limb. If I edit out all of the chaff and rough bits and whatnot, there’s no indication to the reader as to what went into the rock tumbler in order to get the rocks shiny. Not suggesting that I don’t have my own “trade secrets” so to speak, because I do…I just tell you what they are.
EX: Much of my writing includes concepts about talking to strangers and/or people that I don’t know. Animals, gods, ghosts, demons/angels, aliens, Artificial Intelligences, girls, angry neighbors, etc..
X: lolz…wait a minute here…did you just equate “girls” with gods, ghosts, aliens and angry neighbors?
Cade: Girls are weird.
X: /shakes head and laughs.
0: Carry on dude.
Cade: K 😛
I sometimes have trouble speaking with others. Mainly, I think this is because I am sometimes expected to say something, but I cannot because I have nothing to say. In this and these instances, my not having anything to say is viewed as something lacking on my part, or perhaps even a failure of some kind. But my thinking is, that if you say something to me, and expect me to say something back, why don’t you just have the conversation all on your own, and leave me out of the discussion entirely.
I don’t need someone prompting me to get the answers you want, in the way you want them…it’s likely gonna end badly for everyone. So yeah, I try and avoid being bound by pride in my writing, and just let my writing flow as best I can. I may not get anywhere, but someone else may be able to learn something.
/me shrugs
^”Souvenir” lyric video – SWIMM^
Happy Friday fuckheeds!
Today is Friday August 17th of the year 2018 CE.
I know someone who is…
erm…
…extra super duper happy today.
Let’s toss a song her way.
❤
^GOOD VIBRATIONS (HD) THE BEACH BOYS^
And since we are currently on flights of fancy, how bout a quick viddy of this vid that just popped up on my YouTube feed. Care for a quick spin in a North American P-51 Mustang?
Pro-Tip: If it wasn’t for the Limeys and their input + their Rolls Royce Merlin engines, the P-51 Mustang would not be what it is.
And what is the P-51 Mustang you might ask?
It is what it is.
^THE ULTIMATE P51 MUSTANG FLIGHT with ATC Audio!^
Before I get to SoPi K, here’s something that I just stumbled across on IMGUR called “Sacred Geometry – Vector Set”.
So, this is a single image, that contains four sets of shapes, and each set of shapes contains nine individual shapes for a total of thirty-six individual shapes…all in one image. Let’s get back to our department store with the boggly-eyed kid, who is seeing a department store for the first time. And let us use this sacred geometry as a representation of our department store.
There are some people that have likely never heard of the concept of “sacred geometry”. I know that I had never heard of it, and then I did hear about it, saw it, and now I know a little bit about what it is and what it can be said to be representative of. So let’s us wander off to a show that was on HBO years ago called Carnivàle.
In this show, the concept of “management” is a prevalent theme. I’ve thought about that concept quite a bit, and especially as it relates to “knowing”.
Q: Do you know who manages our planet?
A: ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿
Yeah…tough question. And via the damnedest of methods, it occurred to me one day to ponder the concept of…”ownership”.
Management and Ownership as it relates to our planet.
It’s likely that we can relate better to ownership than we can to management. Management is always in a state of flux. But ownership is absolute. Prolly why it’s so vague and so thin in most instances. The scramble of management buzzing around what is and is not owned, and by whom. Let’s mix in some Lucifer and God in that image of ownership/management, and we’ll just leave it there and let you stew on it. Actually, add Brahma and Shiva in there with God and Lucifer. I’ve been thinking about those two a lot lately.
^Slowdive – Sugar for the Pill (Official Video)^
Let’s continue the detour so we can stay on target…
Let’s stop there for a second, and pull a blurb from that second Wikipedia article…
‘Gout was historically known as “the disease of kings” or “rich man’s disease”.
I wonder how that came about? There’s a mention that gout has been known to be around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians, and there’s also something there about gout being more common in those who drink beer.
I wonder if The Universe keeps records, and if so, how. Gotta be system designed to keep the records more or less intact and decypherable.
^DWIG – Orange Evening (LUL007)^
This guy Legiron has a book called “Fear The Witch (for it is you)”, and I gotta admit that the first time I heard of this book, I couldn’t help but smile a bit. Clever title and, to me anyway, it speaks a lot to the Alchemists of the now who seem to try and get away from the more erm…”mystical”….types of associations that go along with brewing and concocting all kinds of crazy shit.
Now, if I were to mention a certain…erm…”ceremony” right now, and this ceremony was a balancing of hammers upon a stone, and these balanced hammers on this stone would then be reviewed by the master? That may not mean much to you. Hell, it may not mean anything to you. But it means something to me.
^Deadmau5 – Clockwork (1080p) || HD^
OH!!! And did I mention…these hammers that are balanced on this stone, welp, the stone they are balanced upon, is itself, balanced atop another stone. So yeah, a stone, balanced atop another stone, and the hammers are then balanced upon the balanced stone. Quite the metaphor for accuracy with respect to builders and building…eh? Welp, if you consider that this same ceremony was performed prior to the start of construction, and the mass and shape of these hammers was calculated at that time.
Yes, I just suggested that part of this process included calculating the shape, mass/density of these hammers prior to use, then calculated again after use.
Q: Do you think hammer manufacturers of today calculate the number of atoms in a hammer prior to use, and the number of atoms contained in the same hammer after use?
A: ?!!!?
It’s doubtful, but possible.
I wonder if they would if they could.
Not only that, but what if they could track each and every atom that comes off of that/those hammers, and trace where they went?
You think anyone would be interested in such a thing?
Certainly might help in other areas.
(cough) DU (cough)
Sorry…got a bit choked up there.
^CHVRCHES – Recover^
Short of nulling them off, do you think it possible for someone to forget their scars?
Tattoos have become quite popular.
I wonder if there is any connection there. Elective surgery is also quite popular these days. Deadly, but popular.
Not sure what else to say about it right now, other than day before yesterday, I cut my fingernails for the first time in a month, and there’s not a single fingertip that isn’t sore as fuck. Lots of hangnails that are spinning and spiraling off the nails like coil-springs that were previously under tension, and are now whirling around seeking a new center after I cut my nails.
That likely sounds improbable, and maybe even impossible, but I watch my nails and have been watching them for quite some time. The fingers do all kinds of things, and this “new world” of ours has lots of things in it that have changed the dynamics of how the fingers move/what they do.
So, we’ve got a healthy case of logistics and mechanics backing up the physics of the/a body.
Q: Are you happy?
A: ???
Only you can answer that.
^Vini Vici – Expender^
There appears to have been another purge on Twitter recently. The odd thing is, that from two different unrelated sources, two different Twitter users claim to have lost around twenty (20) followers.
Q: Why is everyone focused on their followers?
A: ¿¿¿
In the 1.5 years that I’ve been more or less actively participating on/in Twitter, I’ve never heard anyone say…
”DAMN! I LOST 20 PEOPLE I WAS FOLLOWING TODAY!!!”
I wonder what’s up with that? I mean, I’m only following 116 people, but I can pretty much tell you why I followed each and every one of them. Not only that, I notice when certain people that I follow stop tweeting and/or their tweets seem to disappear. One recent such example was/is a gal who I had only recently started following, and she turns up a month later with cancer.
😦
There are many people that I follow that I’d like to drop a line to occasionally and just say…
“hey, haven’t seen you around much, hope you are OK.”
…and sometimes I do just that. Like this one gal that posts a lot of “earthy/witchy” photos that are pretty cool. She comes and goes, and I’ve dropped her a line once to just say hey, but people seem to get creeped out by that for some reason. I mean, are you REALLY worried about your followers? Like…really really worried about them? Or are they just some number that should be silent and compliant in sitting in your followers queue.
Just sayin'.
^Swedish House Mafia – Greyhound – Extended Video Remix HD^
Hell…there’s a guy that I follow on Twitter that is dead. Yeah…the motherfucker died not long ago. I don’t expect to see any tweets from him anytime soon, but I’m sure as shit not going to unfollow the poor bastard just because he died. I mean…not too anxious to follow him either…if you know what I mean…but yeah.
lolz
I have no clue what I’m trying to say here.
rofl
^Indian Spirit 2017 – DJ CAPTAIN HOOK^
I’ve not done a whatever/missive in a while, but I’ve been thinking about them. Pretty much cut myself off of anything and everything on The Internet except for Twitter and the occasional foray on my own blogger blog. I mean, hell, I don’t even read Frank Davis nor Underdog Bites Upwards anymore.
Nothing against them, just am where I am.
Plus, I had a pretty big something happen in my life about a month ago.
Scared me.
Scared me bad.
I’m still dealing with it.
Hope you are good tho.
TTYL
^Planet Funk – Chase The Sun (Extended Version) 2002^
‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’
*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*
*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*
Gnostic teacher, John Lamb Lash (JLL) has some new talks up, Dear Reader. Cade and I listened to a couple of them earlier this week…
… There are four talks, in which Lashy [and his gal pal, Ginny] refute Flat Earthers and their theories. Interesting stuff, well researched but unfortunately we only managed to get through the first two and a bit…
*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…*
‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in España in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.
‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?
‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.
‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’
*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*
… Although I am currently reading JLL’s book, ‘Not In His Image’, and it’s really, very good. Inspiring, much like the bulk of his talks about the Planetary Animal Mother, Sew-Fire…
*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*
I’ll probably will go back and finish listening to the remainder of the Flat Earth talks, Dear Reader. If only to find out if JLL has any Terry Pratchett in that extensive library of his…
*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*
It was actually my friend Poppy Sweet Pea that inspired this particular post. She’s into cross-stitch, big-time; always has project on the go. Last night she posted a photo of her latest handiwork for Cade and I to see…
… And I was reminded of my favourite piece of Poppy Sweet Pea cross-stitch artwork. She made it for Legs…
‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’
*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*
David, judging by this tweet and you replies to people below it, you have no concept whatsoever of how democracy actually works or even any idea of what Brexit means.
All of this and you being Vice Chair of the police federation is actually frightening.
— Count Dankula🏴 (@CountDankulaTV) July 10, 2018
*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…*
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Alex Robinson ‘as a post up abaht whyt? …/flicks lighter… Well, the play’s the fing, innit? … /lights up… Wot Song did ‘we’ chews to tweet ‘er link aht wiv? …/drags… From the Yt Stripes’ White Blood Cells album? Clever fucka…*
*Oi! I didn’t mean literally! …/coughs… Watch wot ya dooing wiv ya snout…*
*/flicks ash… Good movie, Clicky… /drags… ‘ope they do anovva…*
Well now, Dear Reader, I think that’s about wraps up this Sunday post…
2 British white males at the head of this rescue mission. Their privilege is staggering. Ability counts for shit when there's zero diversity. I demand they be replaced with 2 differently-abled transgender people of mixed race to offer those children a more empowering experience. https://t.co/1zBd1v2PBf
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… That fuckin’ chorus ‘as bin swirlin’ round me ‘ed for daze… /flicks lighter… Didn’t know Ali G woz in the vid, tho… /lights up… “U wanna see the real Big Ben?” …/drags… “Ayyye!”…*
MOVEMENT
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, M stands for Movement…
*That’s an idea, Clicky… /puffs… we can try Cade style…*
See that color of green? Aqua? Aquamarine? Bluegreen-ish? Welp, it’s copyrighted.
Yep...for realz...copyrighted.
You cannot use that exact shade of green, otherwise, you’ll likely get sued. How do I know this? Word of mouth. Ya see, I know someone who used to design and manufacture the outfits for The Miami Dolphins’ Cheerleaders. Thanks to corporate and legal entanglements, he ran into issues with getting the material he needed to make the outfits. Yeah…he works for them, but due to the nature of a business and its subsidiaries, even he had difficulty getting what he needed in order to do the job he was hired to do.
What am I thinking here? Welp, if you can copyright a certain color, does that not give your authority over anything and everything that has that same color? Like say…water? Can The Miami Dolphins stick a flag in the water and proclaim…
“THIS IS OURS!!! SO SAYS THE LAW!!! THE RULE OF LAW… RULES!!!”
I doubt very seriously that any such loophole, legal or otherwise, actually exists. However, you are free to do what you want…give it a shot. Just know, that if it makes money? Someone is gonna want a piece. Afterall, you are operating within the very system that defines and provides legal tender, which makes you subject to its law(s) and authority/authorities. I think people sometimes forget that/those fact(s).
1942, shortening of stroboscope. As a shortened form of strobe light, from 1949. As an adjective from 1942.
Strobescope (n.)
“instrument for studying motion by periodic light,” 1896, from -scope + Greek strobos“a twisting, act of whirling,” from PIE root *streb(h)-“to wind, turn.” Earlier as the name of a similar device used as a “scientific toy” [OED]. Related: Stroboscopic (1846).
Respiration is up next, Dear Reader, so in the meantime, give your ‘clicky’ finger a work out and… Have a Song 😉
Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
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.
Happy Friday fuckheeds!
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