*Wait a minute, Luke Skywalker isn’t an American… /thinks…*
*Oh, I see – there’s also a ‘lone star’ in ‘Star Wars’… /lights up and smokes… Tenuous, Clicky, extremely tenuous…*
*Yikes! /flicks ash… Butt I don’t fink the Biden Admin’s trying to start a civil war…*
*Hmm…*
So…while you are here seeking enlightenment and looking for answers, who is out living your life?
What’s that you say?
You’re a shut in with nothing better to do?
Oh…well in that case, you’ve come to the right place!
Get your ass right the fuck on in here and pull up a chair!
Sit a spell.
Maybe we can keep eachother company for a while.
Constant feed.
Constantly feed me.
Constantly feed me information.
Whether your information is right for me, or wrong for me, whether it be good for me or bad for me, you must keep your data flowing at all times so that the herd will know where to come to dine. Were you to stop feeding me, I shall seek my synaptic sustenance elsewhere.
This will likely give the appearance that you, and whatever it was you were trowling out, were wrong.
You and your data trough will fade into obscurity.
Your cause will crumble.
You will perish.
Been giving a lot of thought to the concept of spoofing lately. Giving the appearance of being one thing whilst actually being another. One doesn’t have to look far to find impostors. Hell, you may be one. Your shoes cost $19.99, your outfit cost $35.00, your handbag cost $1,750.00.
Who the fuck are you trying to kid?
Where are you trying to direct attention so that all of the details which will expose you for what you actually are, remain hidden? What is paramount on my mind is from whence does this need spring. The only thing that I can come up with is that we all serve two masters.
(not necessarily in that order)
More than one person had to connect in order to conceive us/bring us into being, humans are dependent on other humans for quite a few years after actually being born, so shedding that need for others is quite the drawn out process. And to be fair, one is really only shedding their need of certain people whilst simultaneous attaching themselves to others, so you’re not really becoming your own person as much as you are becoming a different person. Which is, your own person…but no, not really. What does any of this have to do with spoofing? I dunno. Maybe you can figure it out since I appear to have completely failed in this regard. Just remember that I’m relying on you.
Don't fail me, k?
Maybe this is the reason that we bounce from group to group in trying to find where we belong. In seeking independence, we’re really only trying to shed our attachment(s) to our original base. Parents, siblings, extended family, neighbors, childhood friends and their families, or maybe government institutions and/or charitable/benevolence organizations, etc.. As a result, we dabble in this or that. Conservative, then liberal, then moderate, then fascist, then socialist, Jesus may be in there somewhere, maybe Muhammad or Buddha, then maybe off to something else. Seeking advice from anyone and everyone as to how one can become independent.
A: lolz...no, not even
They survive by recruiting lost dimwits just like you. Their temples are built of driftwood, and tumbleweeds fill their sanctuaries. You’re nothing more than a single crossbeam in the scaffolding pushing others to greater heights within their own architecture and according to their own plans. SO! It is with that in mind that I ask again as to what it is that you pretend to be, and what are you really? And don’t forget, I, and everyone else, are counting on you to find this answer for us.
Be sure and not let us know what you didn’t find when you don’t get back.
Rewatched that Zero Theorem over the weekend, and it occurred to me that I may have missed a something on the first watching.
(you'd need to be a gamer to understand that last one)
And actually, in order to understand that last one, you’d need to be a gamer who played a specific game, at a specific time and were a part of certain circles.
I enter the soppy and wet swamp of digress-ishness.
In order to finish a something, you must have zero left to accomplish in order to achieve 100% completion. This is why 100% and 0% are always simultaneous. This is also why nothing ever gets done. Zero(0), is never, 100%. There is always something left to do. More to come. Doesn’t matter if you know what remains or not, you’ll find out.
I reenter the soppy and wet swamp of digress-ishness.
What’s that? You say that you’ve finished plenty of stuff to 100% with 0% remaining? Me too. I finished Gran Turismo 3 to 100%. All races, all challenges, all licenses gold, every car, everything done and nothing left to do. Wait…Gran Turismo 3?
THREE?!?!?!!?
Hrm…something is incomplete. Something was finished, yet there was more to do. You’ll likely need to skip forward to Gran Turismo 4 in order to see where I’m going with this. Or you can revert back to Gran Turismo 1 and 2.
(both of which I also finished)
Anyone who has seen the flick will know that it has a very video-gamy air to it, but it doesn’t really feel like a video game. Lots of games and gaming amongst the players yes, but the cyberpunk-ish themes seem to dampen the actual video game type aspects. Just a bunch of people knocking about their lives in this really weird and well-formed world of electronica where it is almost impossible to tell what is scripted and what is random. Then it hit me…collision code. The vast majority of game engines is code written specifically to handle collisions.
What does one object do when it comes into contact with another? How does it behave? How do they behave? How should they behave? Where do the developers intervene, and how do they intervene?
UEs….they can be nightmares. You can’t think of everything, the variables are (potentially) almost limitless, and one could potentially spend more time chasing a single bug than it took to develop the entire engine and/or game.
A ghost in the machine.
The question often becomes, can we live with this bug? Do we just grit our teeth, ignore the error, and focus only on the good bits? Or is this bug something that is potentially fatal for some, and maybe even eventually fatal to even us?
That thing which sometimes behaves in a way that is contrary to programming. Misbehaves. Acts up. Does not do as instructed, when instructed. Surely this is a random something and in no way reflects poorly upon neither the architect nor the architecture. Nevermind that something in the Universe has decided to point out that you have a whopper of a glaring hole in your thought process(es). So now the question becomes…
A: Seek zero.
The textual representation of zero that most are familiar with…0…is indicative of why some may seek it. There’s nothing there. Nothing to stand in the way of progress. Nothing to bind, hinder or restrain.
Errors = 0
Hindrances = 0
Difficulties = 0
Obstacles = 0
Problems = 0
To have nothing provides one with everything. Nothing standing in your way except that massive wall of…nothing.
Nothing...stands in your way.
Become nothing, and there is no way in which you do not stand.
All will seek you.
All will find you.
I am nothing.
I am Zero.
Find me.
In the battle of smart peeps vs. dumb peeps, what is missing?
SQUAGLAYISM AND BULLSHIT < - > DOIDY OI DOI DOIDYDERP
See that middle bit?
Like two people speaking different languages trying to relay that they both want to engage in sexual knock knocks, but neither one of them gets laid because they haven’t a clue what they other is saying or why. Gotta have the correct medium in the middle if X and Y are to both communicate with and understand eachother. Wait…did you even notice that middle bit before I pointed it out?
NOTE: as of this writing, the channel on the video below has 666 subscribers.
lolz
Hrm...
Not gonna disagree with that, but I sure as shit ain’t gonna agree with it either.
As we understand it, we live in a Universe where things tend to either be in either ascent or descent. Accumulating or diminishing. To say that a certain planet appearing in a certain constellation at the time of my birth somehow hardwires me? Hrm… I’m starting to understand some of the underpinnings of astrology a little better, but there’s a problem.
Being the old fart that I am, that means that approximately 1,934,500 metric tons of space-debris has fallen on Earth/Terra just since I was born. Also, I was in the womb for approximately 9 months and 2-ish weeks, which means that during that time there was an accretion of roughly 28,400 tons of crap just from conception to birth. Considering that a woman is born with every egg she will ever have, that also means that mom toted me around for about 21 years or so prior to me getting here.
My point? Welllll… hrm… I dunno that I have one other than to say that the apparent presence or absence of change isn’t necessarily indicative of “how someone is wired”. Not all wires are equal, nor the same, some wires are better in certain applications than in others, and some wires can carry loads that others cannot.
A: How are “old things” typically classified and/or categorized by those doing the classifications/categorizations?
Might wanna flip those things on their heads before you try and answer any of them.
The middle is its own thing.
Salt is salt…pepper is pepper.
Salt and pepper…is salt and pepper.
So Jung appears to have some of his own opinions on mysticism that may have been relevant in his own time.
Little bit of psychology + a little bit of mysticism = Jungian whatever + you = ???
Little bit of psychology + a little bit of mysticism = Jungian whatever + you + me = ?¿?
Wherever there are two, there is three, even tho the reality is that there is only two.
The middle is its own thing.
No want wants to be seen for who they are.
They prefer to be seen as the someone they aspire to someday be.
It’s now a week later, and yesterday Roob mentioned that Frank Davis had a new post up regarding fake meat. She also mentioned that part of the post seems to have disappeared.
A part on smoking.
Hrm…”accidental” censorship? Digital instability and unreliability being harnessed as a weapon to censor certain ideas/censure certain folks?
It's possible I guess.
Anyway, what really got my mind to ticking is that “proteins as a source of protein” isn’t really a new concept. Nevermind that people for a long time have been eating insects and all kinds of crazy shit as a source of protein, it has become quite popular in Western culture recently to get only those things you need irrespective of its source. It doesn’t matter that protein in processed food comes from animal products or beans or “accidental insects during the manufacturing process”. What matters is that you are getting your protein.
Yes, there indeed have been movements over the past several decades who raised eyebrows at the ambiguity of the labeling and wondered where in the hell this generic stuff was coming from. But we seemed to have slipped back into not really caring much where a something comes from, as long as we get it. The “supplements” markets have really towed the line in this regards. Vitamins, minerals, oils, acids…its generic as fuck, and the rules for the supplements market are as such that it doesn’t really matter if your diamonds come from Arkansas, Russia or Sierra Leone. What matters is that you get your diamonds.
This is just me, but use your editor as an editor. Write your stuff/post out in Notepad or Wordpad or Word or OpenOffice Writer or whatever, save a copy to your local hard drive, copy the text over to WordPress, edit it, format it, publish it. If something goes wrong with a particular blog post, you have a backup that is handy, readily available and easily accessible from which to fix the post in question and restore it to what it was supposed to be, and you DON’T have to rely on WordPress nor their support structure(s) to remedy your issue. You also now have a better mechanism for tracking…um…discrepancies of a particular nature. Some patternistic or recurring something.
It’s now Pi Day 2021, and it occurs to me its kinda strange that the 10th anniversary of the Sendai Earthquake and Tsunami passed with nary a mention. Prolly too much going on with nCoV-2019 vaccines, Stimulus³, Myanmar satellites, and all that jazz with Scotland Yard/murderous cop/royal involvement and Oprah and stuff. Gonna be damn interesting to see how many people’s stimulus payments are intercepted by bill collectors. Should cause quite the uproar. And since we’re on the topic of who gets money and why…
From the article…
“Almost one year ago, Congress authorized the first $1,200 stimulus checks to help Americans cope with the unprecedented coronavirus pandemic. Most of those payments – 74% – were sent by direct deposit to bank accounts. However, some 22% of Americans received the payments by paper check.”
People spent an estimated $66.6 million in fees to cash those checks through retailers or check cashers, according to a recent report by the non-profit organization Financial Health Network and published by Brookings Institution.
Heh...66.6. Digressssssixsixsix.
When the first stimulus check came around, I saw a video appear on YouTube where the dude appears to have spent the entire stimulus check on a stimulating pile of fireworks.
Wait...WUT?!??!???
How DARE someone spend money on something so frivolous!!!!!! That money is supposed to be spent on children and food and necessities and healthcare and all the modern shit we need to survive!!! Doesn’t this fucking asshole know that we are in the midst of a global pandemic and the entire world is on the brink of collapse?!? Do your part!!!
PUT THAT MONEY WHERE IT IS NEEDED YOU SELFISH GRANDSTANDING ATTENTION-WHORING PRICK!!!!
Now, you gotta keep in mind that I am a fireworks guy. Have been completely enamored with the things ever since a firecracker almost blew off two of my fingers and a thumb at the age of three, I’ve worked at fireworks stands on and off since I was 16, have tinkered with “the big stuff” here and there, and am most certainly not your average person who plays with fireworks once or twice a year. So as I’m staring at this video sitting in my recommended on YouTube about some guy who is bragging that he spent his entire COVID check on fireworks, something occurs to me…
You, of all people, know damn well that the margins in fireworks are as such that most fireworks retailers struggle to survive.
You, of all people, know that people spending their lockdown checks on fireworks will help the fireworks industry to survive this mess that is almost sure to hit the fireworks industry particularly hard because virtually all fireworks come from China.
You, of all people, know that any, and I mean ANY, social pressure to spend the stimulus money only on either this or that is going to be little more than salesmanship at work trying to divert those funds into specific pockets.
So why, in the name of all that is holy and good, are you sitting here with mouth agape at this dude broadcasting to the world that they just spent their $1,200 on fireworks? Who in the HELL is in your head telling you to be offended at this?!!?!?!??????
A: Heard Immunity?
“The Herd” has told me about things to watch out for. I have “heard” that the herd is trying to protect and insulate me against coloring outside of the lines. To be mindful of those who are doing their own thing, to be offended over people doing their own thing, and to call these rogues out and shame them so that they step in line and do only as they are told. We are in difficult times right now and we must all pull together and do our part.
Part. Part. Our part. Do our part.
Hrm…why does “my part” sound more like your part and less like my part?
NOTE: the video below, at the time of this writing, has 666 likes, and 7 dislikes. Coincidence?
Rock on.
Something for you to think about as you process this…while it took you a while to read all that, and you are prolly spending quite a bit of time trying to comprehend what it all means…all of that transpired in my head in a matter of seconds. I was shocked at seeing some dude announcing to the world that he spent his stimulust funding on feeding his pyro bug, but something in my head kept me from being truly offended.
Then, it almost immediately dawned on me that we are an extraordinarily diverse society living extremely diverse lives, and each and every person is likely the best determiner as to where this money can be best spent. So when I, a coupla days ago saw that article bitching that check cashing places made $66.6 (heh) million bucks off of cashing people’s stimulus checks, I was like…
‘woah woah woah there sparky…loads of people in this country depend on check cashing places 365/366 days of the year.’
What in the fuck is wrong with check cashing establishments making money for providing the service(s) that they do? Don’t check cashing places need some stimulizationizing money as well so that they can stay in operation and folks can keep cashing their checks? The only thing that I can come up with is to why anyone would complain, is that someone is really fucking angry that they missed a piece of that $66.6 million dollar pie.
And whilst we are on the topic of royalty pies and royal pie makers, yesterday was Pi Day, and I spent a good portion of it languishing over a body language video evaluating the Oprah interview thingie. Didn’t see the interview, and this body language vid didn’t help me in that regard. The fucking thing is 2 hours long, and yet they only used about two or three minutes of the actual Oprah/Harry/Meghan interview. Kinda strange that the interview itself appears to also be around two hours long. Anyway, if you watch the body language vid, I’d like to point out two things…
1 – watch how animated all four of these dudes are when they are speaking, and also watch how stoic they all are when they are not speaking, and also note how supportive they all are of eachother.
2 – advertising, plugs, advertising, plugs and yep…more advertising and more plugs right down to the synchronous element of matching coffee mugs.
Good thing there’s suffering and turmoil in the world, eh? Without them, these fellas and others like them would be out of a job. Don’t believe me? Go to YouTube, and search for “body language oprah” (without quotes) and look and how many videos from people there are on just this subject. God only knows how much money Oprah’s own “stimulus package” has pumped into the economies of the world.
Low + Low = Low?
Was watching a DW documentary this morning on the topic of harvesting resources from asteroids, and one of the scientists mentions that if a human were to board the Millennium Falcon and travel into the asteroid belt, the chances of actually encountering an asteroid is quite low.
Wait...what?
I get what they are saying in that “asteroid belts don’t look like they do in the movies/Star Wars/Empire Strikes Back”, or at least our own asteroid belt doesn’t look like that. But aside from the fictional element/cultural reference that many may not understand because they haven’t seen the movie, there is a coupla glaring issues with your analogy. First being, you are going there specifically to encounter an asteroid so you can harvest elements, and yet you are saying that in traveling there, the chances of encountering an asteroid is quite low? Statements like that are unlikely to impress potential investors.
But that’s not what really got me to scratching my head. My original problem was this idea that Low + Low = Low. Lemme splain…
A: Low
Low chance of traveling to asteroid belt + low chance of hitting an asteroid = low?
(maybe even zero?)
High chance of traveling to asteroid belt = low chance of hitting an asteroid?
You can stand here on Earth/Terra and calculate that, because of the relative sparsity of the asteroid belt, the chances of an unintended and/or unexpected encounter/collision is quite low. But you say such things in the safety of us never having been there. Simply by the act of humans actually traveling there, you change the odds completely. Sure some of our gadgets have headed out that way, but we ourselves, have not. Observer Effect notwithstanding, when the chances of a human being traveling to the asteroid belt increases, so will the odds of chance encounters with an asteroid or rock or dust or micrometeorite or some other something.
But, what the fuck do I know. I never leave this room, let alone travel around the solar system all day, every day.
heh
Kind of a weird thought, eh? I never leave this room, and yet, I still manage to zoom around the solar system and this galaxy and even this Universe…all day, every day.
*Syringe rhymes with Ginge and Whinge… /stubs butt…*
*Kinda ironic Leggy going viral…*
*Thanks, Clicky… /lights up… Hey, your post yesterday… /drags… You didn’t cover tanks much… /plumes smoke… Patton and tanks go together…*
*Yeah, I know you’ve constrained yourself to 5 fings to click or whatever, butt I’ve been finking…*
*About the Great Reset… /flicks ash… And how its architects needs the global economy to tank… /deep drag… so they can reset it…*
*Um, the pen is mightier than the sword… /thinks… Fountain pens have tanks, Clicky…*
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It’s funny how you sometimes see a something for the first time, and you just…get it. It makes sense. Stumble across the same thing a few years later, and your understanding of this something seems to deepen. All the old stuff is still applicable, but this new stuff you’re now seeing adds some layers to the existing.
I look left…there’s Friday.
I look right…there’s Friday.
I look ahead…there’s Friday.
.yadirF s’ereht…kcab kool I
I look down…
well, if I look down I could prolly see my junk if I lean forward a bit.
I look up…o, hallo! Wut u doin’ up thar?!
X: Question is, what are you doing up there?
Cade: Damn good question.
0: Well?
Cade: I’m “down here” to me, “up there” to you.
0: Are you about to start that “an ascent from one place, is actually a descent into another” crap?
Cade: If you must know, no…I am not.
X: What are you gonna do then?
Cade: Keep going.
X: Keep going…keep going…keep going…
Cade: Wait…why did “T:” just bail on me? They made an observation, then bailed. Now I can’t remember what it is they said.
X: Losing a lot of stuff lately are we?
Cade: Sorta. Question is, will I miss it.
X: Are you asking?
Cade: No. Making an observation.
X: Any plans on how to deal with all this stuff you are losing?
Cade: I’d imagine that I’ll have my chin up and maintain my optimism right up to the very end.
Z: At which point, it all goes wrong.
Cade: It’ll all fall apart.
X: It all comes crashing down.
Cade: Or up, depending on one’s vantage point or perspective.
X: Then what will you do.
Cade: The usual. Shed a few tears, have a few beers, then regroup.
X: How many people on Twitter do you estimate have you muted?
Cade: rofl…prolly many.
Z: People who “follow you”, have you muted?
Cade: It’s possible I guess. I see people talking about it all the time.
0: You see other people on Twitter talking about their followers muting them?
Cade: Yes. It’s kinda the only reason that I even think about the topic. I see tweets quite often where people are wondering aloud as to why no one seems to respond to their tweets, and further wonder if it is because their followers are muting them.
X: Have you reached any conclusions?
Cade: Most of the stuff that I tweet out is likely very non-interesting to most people, and I just figure that my stuff is kinda boring or irrelevant to most. My interactions with others in their tweets likely come off as acerbic, non-supportive, and maybe even hostile or combative.
X: Interactions are tricky.
Cade: You’ve very little space in which to interact with others. Back on point tho, in order to have a somewhat meaningful experience on Twitter, you really have to be mindful of both those whom you follow, as well as those who follow you.
Z: Be aware.
Cade: Yeah. Many people on Twitter seem to measure the quality of their experience primarily upon the number of followers and number of interactions because it adds up to a monetary payment of some kind. Others seem to measure the quality of their experience on the number of huggles and hearts and virtual smooches they get.
X: How did we get here?
Cade: Welp, we started off talking about dimensions and perspectives, and now we’re talking about Twitter and how certain people may see the service. So yeah, we’re kinda still talking about the same crap we started off talking about.
X: Dimensions and perspectives.
Cade: Today’s treasure is tomorrow’s shitbag.
X: Maybe there’s a diamond in the rough in there.
Cade: Certainly possible, if not likely.
X: …
What will happen, is the past.
What is happening, is the future.
What did happen, is the now.
This next song was indexed as “42” in the randomly generated YouTube playlist that I am currently listening to.
A: /???\ /?¿?\ /???\
Hey, don’t ask me for answers, I asked you. When it comes to synchronicity, I cannot even begin to tell you what it/they might mean. I can only tell you that they’ve occurred. And hell yes I ponder the living fuck out of them. Have learned (the hard way) tho, that assigning a value and/or some kind of meaning to these things is almost a sure-fire way to wind up disappointed. A pathway to heartbreak. Maybe even destruction or some kind of calamity. As such, I personally don’t spend a lot of time trying to find exacting and specific meaning in these events.
A: Yes, absolutely.
A: Yes, absolutely.
I've notta clue. I figure if I need to know a something, I will, and I'll know it precisely when I need to.
That bit in the previous missive about “slavery” as it relates to “the state” and/or the US Constitution got me to thinking about attachments. Got me to wondering if it is possible to be attached to a something, without necessarily being a slave to this something you find yourself attached to. Surrendering rights and/or freedoms in order to receive a something, and this may be a something you don’t even realize you have. You may not even know that you’re giving a something up in order to get this something you don’t realize you have.
“The things you own, end up owning you.”
Fight Club (Movie)
You may need a something at one point in your life, but then at some point, you don’t need it anymore, so do you get rid of it? Free up some space? Shed some weight? Make yourself more mentally, physically and spiritually more agile? Or do you continue to carry it around with you. After all, you might just need it down the road. Like take for example when a something in your life becomes cliché. Does that mean it’s become a burden, and it may be time to trim some branches off of your own personal tree of wisdom?
“A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit.”
Greek Proverb
Is that really a Greek proverb? Like, really, really a Greek proverb? Or is it just some reworked and repackaged something being sold with a recognizable and somewhat reliable brand name.
Potentially, that saying has been plagiarized, and maybe falsely attributed. The Jews appear to have a claim or two on it, the Chinese appear to have a claim on it and it was then stolen by the Romans/stolen by a Roman, another Roman may have attached it to the Greeks, on and on. Someone planted the seed, the tree grew, the tree continues to provide the fruits of its shade, and everyone on the planet is trying to claim ownershit. Ooops…I mean, ownership.
That was an actual typo. I left it.
Plagiarism has been a hot topic in the “spiritual awakening” community ever since I first arrived in it. Loads of people accusing others of stealing from them, and especially in the more predictive portions of the ascension crowd; as in, those in the astrology types of realms.
(I assume because Astrologer A posted their stuff first)
Lessee…we’re talking about very exact and very precise times, places, things. I’d think that the interpretations, predictions and forecasts would almost have to be at least similar. The foundations of Astrology are set. Certain signs always and forever mean certain things, and the clockworks of the Universe are very precise. Hence, any deviation(s) or any lack of similarities between foretellings would be more indicative of some kind of an issue rather than similarities.
You’re all spinning yarns from the same wheel(s), right? Surely your textiles are going to be very similar. Then I guess it just comes down to marketing your product better, and some of that is going to include Pepsi Challenge kinds of crap where you praise your own product, and damn everyone else’s product(s). Make your own business thrive, skin your competition alive.
Easy.
Another one of the things that I don’t get about Astrology is that, yes, I am a Scorpio. But ya know what? My parents weren’t. I’m the offspring of a Taurus/Leo matchup. I’m a Scorpio spliced together via a Leo and a Taurus union. Surely that has some kind of affect on the particular flavor of Scorpio that I as an individual am.
…that I as an individual am.
Does that sentence fragment make sense? “I as an individual am” /shrug
Yeah, where was I? Oh yeah, um…
Leo + Taurus = Scorpio.
How does a Leo and Taurus coupling create a plain vanilla Scorpio? Surely there’s some kind of triad type structure going on there. I have qualities of the three, and not just and only the one. Just thinking that I cannot rely upon the single “Scorpio” archetype to guide me in my travels and/or help me understand myself better. BUT! Maybe that’s the point?
Mom’s mom was a Virgo, and mom’s dad was a Libra. Dad’s mom was a Leo, and dad’s dad was a Virgo. That means if I wanna kinda understand myself, I need to understand all of these signs in order to understand how all of that can coalesce into…me. When your horoscopes make absolutely no sense, but you start to take the time to start reading the horoscopes of those who are in your life, and then combine them, maybe your own astrology stuff will start to make more sense.
Maybe not.
Kinda thinking tho that the point of any system is to get you hooked on it. Work it until it starts making sense. Once it starts making sense, you can now believe in it. All that is left to do at this point is figure out if this stuff is really real, or if you were simply programmed to believe its real.
Heh, it’s funny to think about the information one can glean about me just from my mentioning my parents and grandparents birthsigns. Data harvesters. What’s that? You were unaware of how stupid it is to reveal personal information of any kind or form on the Internet? Welp, it is. Gonna be very difficult for data harvesters to do “deep dives” on you if you’re shielded behind an e-personna. Those cute little things you see where they want you to take the first initial of your first name, last initial of your last name, day your were born, and month you were born in order to get your Jedi name or rocker name or whatever? Yeah, they now have your initials of first and last name, and your date of birth sans year. You know, all that “official” stuff that is splattered all over “official” documents and identifies you as being who you say you are.
Be safe…travel well.
A few years ago, was spending some time kinda bouncing back and forth between where I am now and this other place west of where I am now. Divorce was finally happening, new doors opening, new life on the horizon, new place(s), new people, new times…long story. Anyway, I saw something out there one day that really caught my attention. An advertisement, posted on a bollard outside of the entrance of a grocery store. I asked my compadre to take a picture of the advertisement, she did, but I have no idea where she uploaded the picture to, and she posted the picture on the now defunct Synchromysticism Forums. This means I cannot share the picture with you here and now.
Foreign...hand...knot. Foreign...won...NOT!
Anyway, sorry I cannot provide the photo in question, but the advertisement was for a 4-in-1 flu vaccination shot, and it was outside of a Brookshire’s grocery store, slipped over one of the bollards outside the entrance. Immediately made me scratch my head. Yes, I understand the difficulty in trying to predict which virus will appear in a given season, and I also understand how frustrating it must be to whip up a batch of vaccines for on strain, yet another appears. Still, seems like a strange approach. Has a carpet bombing kind of feeling to it.
Can something “force” a mutation?
How long can you chase a something before it either capitulates, or turns and fights? You prolly want it to either capitulate or die, but this thing you are trying to tame may not see things that way. May choose its own path. Yeah…sounds completely nuts, eh? Impossible.
You’ve somehow figured out what could be billions of years of information, what can and cannot be, what is possible and impossible, and you’ve figured all this out in only a few years. Wow…you’re smart. Can I have your autograph?
BTW, the Synchromysticism Forums are still up. Kinda.
Looks like they only have 11 members, and “PearlChan” seems to be pretty much the only person posting there. I assume that’s “Peg” from the whatchacallit forums. Her FundRazr for SMF is still up and open too. Still sitting at $680. Still wonder what all that was about. Seeds? A small group of people spreading seeds?
/shrug
If you are a someone who is just now wandering into this Synchronicity and/or Synchromysticism nonsense, and you’ve somehow found your way here, I can only imagine the path you’ve walked to get to where you now find yourself. Prolly a safe bet tho that you’ve encountered some strange stuff, this strange stuff makes little to no sense, and it’s prolly gotten you to thinking about things you never would have thought about otherwise. Thinking in strange directions, looking at things in different ways, and some of these challenges are likely foundation-shaking types of thoughts about the very things you hold dear. Also very likely that you are encountering a lot of paradoxes, and/or, you are encountering paradoxical types of thinking. Like some invisible force is trying to pry from your grasp the thing(s) to which you clutch for safety:
You may be scrambling in and through the esoteric realms of everything from spiritualism and the paranormal, to some rather mundane stuff that you’ve previously had no interest in or maybe even no knowledge of. Almost like you are being led by some mysterious hand into some continuing education program, so you can learn about a bunch of stuff that you’ve currently no clue why you’d ever need to know this stuff. And yet, there’s something inside you that is drawing you to it. It’s not at the barrel of a gun or at the end of a pitchfork either. Its more like a gentle nudge from the Universe to “hey, no pressure here, but give this a try” type of situation. Almost like the Universe knows something you don’t, and for some reason, a mysterious force (which likely shouldn’t even exist) is now providing you some guidance and insight as to how you might proceed. You’re shocked. This can’t be happening. Why now? Why me? What in the FUCK is going on here?!?!
A: The only thing more weird about a person asking the Universe for a something this person needs or wants, is getting it.
You prayed that silent prayer. You made a wish on that falling star. You tossed that coin into the fountain. You shook your fist at the heavens. You blew out those birthday cake candles.
Wait…it’s coming true? NOW?!?!? Why now? Why the fuck are my prayers being answered…now?!?
Wait...what in the fuck did I even ask for???
I remember asking for something, but I sure as shit don’t remember asking for this!!!
Seriously, why would you ask for a something via supernatural channels, and then be shocked when this something you asked for arrives via supernatural pathways? Sounds to me like you got exactly what you asked for, precisely from whom you requested it from.
Heh, just as I finished writing/editing that bit, this appeared on my Twitter feed…
Remember that quote from the movie Fight Club that I used earlier? There’s more to it.
“The things you own end up owning you. It’s only after you lose everything that you’re free to do anything.”
Movie = Fight Club
Losing things is bad. Unless of course you have a pocket full of nickels and you suddenly find yourself in deep waters. You’ll drop those nickels like a bad habit, rapidly.
You’re gonna have to deal with the idea of absurdity sooner or later. Absolutely bonkers and completely ridiculous absurdities are going to surround you like a fog on the Golden Gate Bridge. Absurdity, ridiculousness, and paradox. Just a friendly suggestion that you maybe try and develop your own personal comfort levels with these ideas. 1 + 1 is many times not gonna equal 2. It’s more likely that 1 + 1 = 0.60005000023217. Or 1 + 1 = 368. Or 1 + 1 = Riboflavin. Or 1 + 1 = A Week Ago.
Abstractions where the outcomes are much greater or much less than some “more sane” or some “more fair” type of equilibrium. The most obvious place to look as to why your equations are fucking up?
Time.
Today’s crazy, is tomorrow’s sane. Or maybe, today’s imbalance = tomorrow’s equality.
We do nothing to affect this planet.
Nothing…we do it…to this planet.
And I mean nothing.
It ain’t there.
You did not see it.
Of course when you do finally see it, you may shit bricks.
Drove my poor parents crazy with questions when I was a kid. But my questions were less “where does so-and-so come from?”, and more “where does so-and-so go?”. Where does used motor oil go? Where do old clothes go? Where does that cigarette smoke go? Where does car exhaust go? Where does rainwater go? Where does trash go? I think they hated giving me answers because they knew I’d then ask “well, where does it go then?”
rofl
I saw no ends. Still see no ends. See lots of cycles, these cycles contain end-ish types of things, but they all seem to be the beginning of something else. Prolly why it occurred to me sometime back, that if you really want to find the beginning, find the end. If you find the end, you will find the beginning.
I wanna go to Hinterland this coming August.
Looks like the 3-day pass is $145, and camping is $45 per-person. And I gotta get there. And since I’ll be in Iowa, I might wanna saunter up to Clear Lake/Mason City to see where the music died.
Guess I best start saving my pennies now, eh?
Do you know what time it is? That’s right kats and cittens, it’s time for a…
Be gentle with me, I’ve not done this in a while.
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From today’s featured article…
Alister Murdoch – a senior commander in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF). He served as Chief of the Air Staff (CAS) from 1965 to 1969. Joining the Air Force in 1930, Murdoch trained as a seaplane pilot and participated in an Antarctic rescue mission for lost explorers in 1935. During World War II, he commanded No. 221 Squadron RAF in Europe and the Middle East, and later occupied senior positions on the staff of RAAF formations in the South West Pacific. His post-war appointments included Commandant of RAAF College from 1952 to 1953, Air Officer Commanding (AOC) Training Command from 1953 to 1955, Deputy Chief of the Air Staff from 1958 to 1959, and AOC Operational Command from 1962 to 1965.
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Aberdeen Creek (Drowning Creek tributary) – is a 12.45 mi (20.04 km) long 3rd order tributary to Drowning Creek (Lumber River), in Moore County, North Carolina.
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List of Queensland Lacrosse Premiers – This list is incomplete; you can help by adding missing items with reliable sources. Men’s Premiership Trophy: ? Women’s Premiership Trophy: ?
NOTE: Don’t ask me. This is the first time in the history of Random Wikipedia Attacks that I can recall running across a Wikipedia article that was this much of a trainwreck. – Cade
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Alan Wilson (judge) – justice of the Supreme Court of Queensland in the Trial Division. He was appointed to the bench in 2009, after serving as a judge in the District Court since 2001. He was named a Queen’s Council in 1999.
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Zip Szold – the fourth president of the Hadassah Women’s Zionist Organization of America, serving from 1928 to 1930.
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twlv – a South Korean singer-songwriter and record producer.
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Eunidia opima – a species of beetle in the family Cerambycidae. It was described by Holzschuh in 1986.
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Oksana Khrul – a Ukrainian para-swimmer, competing in S6, SM6 and SB7 categories. With limited use of her arms, Khrul has won medals in the World Para Swimming Championships, Paralympics, and the IPC European Championships. She set a World record at the 2012 Paralympics, and World and European records at the 2016 Paralympics, all in the 50m butterfly S6 event, and has three times received national honours in her native Ukraine.
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Young Lachlan – a schooner that was stolen and wrecked by convicts in 1819. Between 1812 and 1817 as the Henrietta Packet it provided passenger and cargo transport between colonial ports, and was possibly involved in exploration in the present-day Tasmania.
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Holly Lodge High School – a secondary school located in Smethwick, West Midlands, England.
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Blue Wall Cafe – a former dive bar and current restaurant at the University of Massachusetts Amherst. Opening inside the Murray D. Lincoln Campus Center in the 1970s, the bar made upwards of $600,000 in the late 1970s (over $2,300,000 in 2013 dollars), and went through 1,800 kegs a year. This made it one of the largest beer-consuming establishments in the Northeastern United States. Following the raising of the drinking age to 21 in the United States, the bar experienced a decline in sales, before finally going dry in the 1980s. In the early 2000s, alcohol was again served, although it proved to be unprofitable.
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List of Dutch Top 40 number-one singles of 1964 – These hits topped the Dutch Top 40 in 1964.
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Three Rivers Athletic Conference (Indiana) – The Three Rivers Athletic Conference was a short-lived conference based in Southern Indiana, not to be confused with the Three Rivers Conference in northern Indiana, which still exists. The five schools that made the conference were very small, far-flung schools that were unable to find a home in closer leagues for various reasons. The league folded in 1989 due to travel concerns, with all the members becoming independent.
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Don Julius Caesar d’Austria – the oldest illegitimate son of Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf II and his long-term mistress, Catherina Strada. A schizophrenic, d’Austria died serving a life sentence in prison following his murder of a barber’s daughter in 1608.
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Thomas Anson, 2nd Earl of Lichfield – a British politician from the Anson family.
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Taferne – an inn in Mandling village, which is part of Schladming, Austria. It is near the Schladming Tauern hiking area and the Ski Amadé winter sports area.
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Ever get the feeling you are being piloted somewhere, but at least someone in cockpit appears to have no clue where they are taking you?
I’ve been dragging my feet on this one for two days now, so I guess I should go ahead and finish it and send it over to Roob so she can work her magic on it. But I’m really glad that I didn’t send it two nights ago when I promised, because something damn interesting popped up yesterday morning…
Ya know, when the lies and the lying start to go public in a very public kind of way, welp, let’s just say that a lot of that appears to be going around currently. Damn difficult to tell who is full of shit, and who isn’t. Which…hey…have you ever thought of that? Like, humans are all kinda full of shit in that we’re kinda turd transport modules. If you had x-ray vision, and you checked out that hot dude or hot chick internally, there’s likely a turd in there somewhere.
Eww.
If they’re hooked on painkillers, there might be a whole backlog of poop.
Eeeeewwww. Meh fuckit...they look hot on the outside.
Jupiter, Saturn, and although you can’t see it, Pluto is lurking way out there in the background in the same area. Mars is lurking directly overhead each and every night. Orion is laying on his side each evening. Does all that mean something?
Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
Didn’t see that coming /yawn
Mystery = WILL WORK ITSELF OUT NATURALLY! Next? Next? NEXT?!?!!?!?!???
FOE – NET – TICKS
Sure have been seeing a lot of references to both Rabies and Leprosy lately.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be the biggest, nor the most long-lasting, it just has to get you through. Get you over the hump. Position yourself in such a way as to ride out the storm, all while remaining in operation. Makes sense. Supposedly, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You could exit the bunker fat, happy, and well-positioned.
There’s one other thing I wanted to write about, but I can’t recall what it was. Oh well, it’ll come back around.
Or not.
Someone will pick up on it.
Talk to you freaks later.
/me waves
*What, anuvver peace one?!*
*Hmm… /stubs butt…*
*Oh, I dunno…*
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