… With the window for submissions closing fast, Underdog Anthology 8 has so far attracted 10 authors with 18 short stories and 11 poems, not including my mutilated offering in the Afterword…
*So far on the Dead Poets Page, I’ve managed to… /counts on fingers… stitch up Shakespeare, ravage Routhier, lacerate Lazarus, willingly torture Wells & Tormé, wanker Wheatley, pillage Poe and obliterate Oliphant… /flicks ASH… About time I butchered Blake don’t ya fink, Clicky… /smokes contentedly…*
So, Dear Reader, with a hat-tip to Dr Seuss – never mess with Seuss – the LoL is pleased to present my perverse verse for Underdog Anthology 8 from Leg Iron Books. Of course it’s about Brexit…
The Creeps (that stole Brexit Brexit)
by Roo B. Doo
Brexit Brexit, MPs blight,
In the politics of Fright;
What immoral Hansard lie,
Could frame their shameful skimitry?
What the distant Creeps despise,
Disbelieving of their lies?
In Labour town & Tory shire,
People chose Leave as their desire?
And what bluster, for their part,
In twisting syntax off the chart?
And so the Creeps began to cheat,
Safe in smugness, if not in seat.
“What the horror? Why the pain?”
“The People didn’t know thy brain!”
“What the oldies failed to grasp,
It’s not long ’til their final gasp!”
When the Creeps threw down their sneers,
Made amendments, with loud jeers,
Did they smile their work to see?
Do they know they’ll have to flee?
Brexit Brexit, MPs blight,
In the politics of Fright;
What immoral Hansard lie,
Could frame their shameful skimitry?
*/stubs butt… Those fuckers are gonna rue the day, Clicky…*
As promised, here is the fourth and concluding part to Cade’s latest missive. Take your time reading it…
… And enjoy! ❤
*******
A dress
sserd A
A dresserd A
^Christoph Waltz Gives Jimmy Fallon a German Words Quiz^
You think it really possible that an atom being constructed in one part of the Universe would require a completely different blueprint than an atom being constructed in another part of the Universe?
^Germany vs Austria: Christop Waltz on the difference between Austrians and Germans^
…I just think it important to at least keep perspective(s) in mind. Without the matter and the markers it provides you and your endeavors, what else is there? I mean, you’re gonna be firing that LHC up again soon, you’ve got some weird Carbon atom you are chasing, God only knows what else you are chasing nor what the other accelerators of the world are currently up to. You think it a good idea to maybe keep an open mind? You are being watched afterall.
Just sayin'
^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^
Sorry, just been thinking about galactic coordinates a lot lately. Whilst doing so, I had a thought pop into my head that was so stunning, I couldn’t help but be the slightest bit floored by it. It wasn’t anything I was looking for really, just kinda…found it.
^Teardrop^
Imagine for a second, that there are indeed multiple universes, but there are only three.
I know, a real downer for all you “infinite universes” types
UNIVERSE 01: everything is governed.
UNIVERSE 02: nothing is applicable.
UNIVERSE 03: anything is possible.
In the first universe, everything adheres to certain laws and/or obeys certain rules. It is important to keep in mind, that just because everything is governed, that does not mean that all the laws are known. I think it also important to keep in mind that certain laws may be contextually applicable, and others not so much.
In the second universe, nothing is applicable therefore “nothing goes”…
so to speak
Time may exist in this realm, but it’s not applicable. Energy may exist here, but it doesn’t do anything. If you keep your contextual observer hat on, these concepts may not be so difficult to grasp,as any deviation from the established rules are contextually irrelevant unless you yourself observe/witness any such deviation. However, this is impossible since you are well aware that nothing is applicable here, not even deviations.
In the third universe, anything is possible therefore “anything goes”…
or so someone might think
For example, it would be possible for you to kill your worst enemy and suffer no consequences yourself, leaving you completely free to continue your murderous rampage unmolested. However, since anything is possible, it is possible that your worst enemy has a destiny to fulfill, therefore, cannot be killed, or at least until that destiny has been fulfilled.
Sounds promising, eh? I mean, even nothing, is something.
😉
^13 – Oath (Official Visualizer)^
This stems from a conversation that I had the other day with a certain someone about Einstein-Rosen bridges/wormholes, but this particular conversation was more about portals.
Portholes was more like it
Windows that exist to allow us to see things we would not normally be able to see, and especially those which allow us to see this things under less-than-favorable conditions.
To relate, Morgellons was mentioned in the conversation, and I assume it was mentioned since I personally have espoused a notion that Morgellon’s is not a disease in and of itself, but rather an indicator as to other things that are going on. I got to thinking about threads and threading with respect to layered universes and membranes/branes, and it got me to thinking about this idea of stacked universes that I’ve been chewing on for a while. The model I’ve been seeing doesn’t work. It’s there and it is working, and it has an infinite number of universes of varying colors that bounce around and interact with each other, but I cannot see how the entirety came into being, therefore it is unexplainable to those who would want to know where it came from.
I can tell you how new universes are added, but I cannot tell you where the others came from. Hence, I tend to chalk the whole mess up as “it doesn’t work” even tho it actually works just fine.
^Narayan^
I admit that I personally am still at quite a loss as to why people piss in their pants so much over the multiple-universes models except to chase the multiple-realities angles. You fucked up here, but hopefully, one of you got it right somewhere, eh? But if one of you gets it right, does that mean the rest of your iterations must get it wrong? Is there any cascading that takes place? Like, if one gets it wrong, everyone gets it wrong?
Man...talk about hell and hells...fucking yeesh
Q: Why would you ever need more than you need?
A: You can only answer this at certain points in time.
There are those that would likely say not to address such a thought “prior to” a universe building endeavor would be foolhardy. If you don’t think of everything prior to creation, there is a lot to be lost if the universe collapses because of some oversight or lack of forethought. I mean, just on this planet alone, you’ve got billions of people plus countless other lifeforms currently going about their day-to-day that could be instantly blinked out of existence because of the failure of some universal constant…
right?
As a result, we have to think of everything before getting started since we don’t want that kind of blood on our hands. As a result, I created three universes, and connected them via some really tiny threads.
Actually, this is kinda backwards in that I created three universes based on chasing a wormhole to see both A) how it was created, and B) what sustains it. I’ve chased aggregate energies for a while now, and as I looked at what was creating this “hole” I saw three separate realms that muddied themselves in a temporal paradox of sorts, to create this pathway that led to a whole lot more than just some single place. But maybe that’s because I was more interested in the makeup of the pathway itself, and not so much concerned with where it led from and to.
^Deadmau5 – To Play Us Out^
We put a lot of emphasis on being able to immediately and accurately identify things. We prepare ourselves, well in advance, for any and all potentialities. Prolly why some deal with adversity so poorly, and also likely as to why many are so easily conned. You’re looking for the con, and get confused when you cannot identify it. Your conclusion? It’s not a con. It’s legit.
Result = you get conned
Don’t agree? How much time do you spend getting ready for an evening out? How much time do you spend getting ready for work? Getting ready for a trip to the gym? Are you thinking about anything else prior to any of these activities? Like say, are you wearing your fancy undies in the event things head in a direction you want them to go?
Did I lose you there?
^THE SUBS – MY PUNK^
I saw a vid recently that put forward the notion that “multitasking” is a myth, and it is impossible to do more than one thing at once. Welp, if you are getting ready for a date where you will be going out to eat dinner, going to a play, then to a bar, then hope to get laid afterwards, aren’t you in effect multitasking?
Now, I’m gonna skip the biological processes that are going on in your body to get ready to eat, absorb a play and drink some booze, all whist schmoozing your date so you can get into his or her pants, but there are some overlapping things going on there, and they are going on all at the same time. Like say, a bunch of soap bubbles that represent all of these independent goals, and all of these bubbles are bouncing around in a larger bubble. That larger bubble represents you and your happiness and serenity at being able to pop all these smaller bubbles in a way that is pleasing to you.
Afterall, if the dinner is shit, the play is canceled, and the bar is closed, do those bubbles pop? Or do they float around unfulfilled? Even if you still get laid, all that other crap is…
crap
Do you still want to see that play? Were you wanting to hang out in a bar and have a few drinks? Are you still hungry? Still lost at where I’m going? Maybe we should hook up and get naked/freaky.
We could discuss it further
^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^
A singular intent = A singular purpose?
I mean, I may wanna fuck, but I prolly have to take my pants off to do it.
How do you propose that I purpose to do certain things?
Are you suggesting that everything is sequential?
More than that, sequentially singular?
Like…Unitarian?
I've seen some weird clocks, but this one takes the cake.
^Mrs, Love/You know my name- Disco ruido/the beatles^
I wonder if these people had any idea that they were in for what was probably the ride of their lives? You can bet that the flight crew may have had an inkling something like this was in store before the aircraft ever left the ground. The controllers likely knew the aircraft was headed into trouble before it actually got there.
Lots of potentials that lead to a certain eventuality
^British Airways BA492 Gibraltar Aborted landing 25th Feb 2019^
You’re just gonna have to learn how to be stumped, and stumble on despite this “not knowing” that veils your head like some foggy halo bent on blinding you. Maybe you are viewing this finite life as something you’ll never have if you don’t grab it right fucking now. Just keep that in mind when and if you’re dealing with the boredom tomorrow.
(assuming you made the power-grab today)
^Avicii – Levels^
There’s always time. If there wasn’t, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
I understand what you mean tho
^The Who – Won’t Get Fooled Again (Live at Kilburn 1977)^
Just because you personally can’t do something doesn’t mean it’s impossible. You’re playing the percentages ENTIRELY too much. Consensus rule means precisely fuckall if no one adheres to it, or it’s based on a fallacy, or any of a number of other reasons. Everything that you omit, was required in order for you to have the power to omit it in the first place.
Just look at Brexit
You have “the omitted” included in a vote, only to be further excluded because “the established included” don’t like being omitted. There’s some twisty and snakey shit going on over there, and its confusing as shit if you take the time to think about it.
You still don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
Meh, just say I don’t know what I’m talking about, and stop reading…right…about…now.
^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^
You didn’t really think that I was gonna stop gabbing, did you?
*Well that’s disturbing …/lights up… Go on then, Clicky, you heard sourpuss Soubry’s demands… /drags… Get the Police… /streams smoke… Someone’s in need of a fix…*
*Kinda literal…*
*Allegedly, Clicky, allegedly…*
*Pfft. Naturally…*
*And a singalong to finish… /flicks ash… Of course you can tweet them to the traitorous bitch, Clicky, butt don’t expect any fanks…*
… I’ve been following the political shenanigans and neglecting Cade’s latest missive. Let me start to rectify that for you now with Part 3, Dear Reader. The fourth installment will be along later today. Enjoy! ❤
*******
So for anyone who reads this shit and may be wondering why I wander like I do when I’m writing, well, I’m trying to remember. Trying to remember what I know, and trying to know why I remember things in the way(s) that I do. We are CONSTANTLY bombing ourselves with information of all kinds, all whilst trying to keep the shit we already know…straight. It’s sometimes like committing yourself to taking the kinks out of a live snake…
quite the contest
It used to bother me when I would remember things incorrectly. My nickname was “The Professor”, and I was expected to not only remember and recall things that others had forgotten; however, that information had to be immediately available when requested, and, it had to be correct. But as I’ve progressed in my life, I’ve found myself chasing the inconsistencies. In my case, these “inconsistencies” tend to revolve primarily around my ability to recall within a time frame that which is acceptable to whomever is requesting said information. If the recall isn’t both total and instantaneous, the integrity of the information is questioned, and the quality of my role as an information storage unit is called into doubt.
Welp, I never asked to be your own personal hall of instant infinite information, it’s just something I do, and you grew to rely on me in that capacity. I’ve packed fucktons of data in the memory banks since you last interacted with me, and as far as I can tell, I’m the only one that still interacts with the majority data that I have been collecting. No one seems to want to know what I know, so, I keep myself busy trying to keep packing it in as well as trying to keep it organized so that it’s available when and if needed. I have no idea what in the fuck anyone is going to ask me, nor when and where they are going to ask me, so I do the best I can.
/shrug
^Underworld – Shudder / King of Snake^
Keeping what is contextually pertinent to me?
Yeah, that's a challenge as well
Knowing the best way to construct a Silicon atom from scratch, at a distance of 65,363.95 miles from Jupiter’s north pole when you are using Earth-time(s) and Earth-distance(s)?
You've gotta admit that's a pretty fucking weird thing to know
Especially when you need things like 63 gluons from Alpha Centauri, 2 up Quarks from Luna, and they all need to be orbited by a single Neutrino from Sol that will parse the particles in route to some not-very-well-defined point 65,363.95 miles from Jupiter’s north pole?
What…in the FUCK…would I personally ever need to know such a thing for? Meh fuckit, someone might need to know that someday.
I'll keep it handy
^Depeche Mode – Love In Itself (Longer UltraTraxx Remix)^
A peek behind the veil for anyone who wants to look.
Yeah, it’s not the same without the voice.
Still, you wanna know how things are constructed right?
Welp, this is how it’s done.
Enjoy
^DM Cover Policy of Truth Live Instrumental^
Here’s one with a voice.
It’s not Dave’s voice, and the version itself is quite…exploratory.
Interpretive…if you will.
Still pretty fucking awesome tho.
jmo
^Policy Of Truth cover strings version, Depeche Mode Fan Art^
Here’s “the real deal” for anyone who wants to explore further.
‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’
Yesterday, MPs voted on PM Jackboots’ DisMay Deal for leaving the EU, Dear Reader. It did not go so well for the poor mare…
*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags… fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*
… I posted not-eyes of the result in the Red universe of MEROVEE. Cue Selfie…
The Prime Minister had better luck this evening, however, when the LOTO’s tabled ‘Motion of No Confidence’, following last night’s historic defeat, was beaten. Again by the noes. A short one; only nineteen votes this time…
This speech turning tonight's vote around to be a vote of no confidence in the Leader of the Opposition, instead of the Prime Minister, is bloody brilliant. Michael Gove is a hero. pic.twitter.com/Or5rzPpveJ
*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*
In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.
In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”
It’s sad to say, but both the Government and Opposition have proven themselves to be utter shite at implementing the result of the Independence Referendum. But what to do, Dear Reader?
Gotta missive for you now, Dear Reader, from the Okie Text US Devil. He sent it to me on Thursday but I’ve delayed posting it as we’ve also embarked on remote viewing ‘The Wire’ together this week…
*It’s fuckin’ grippin’, Clicky… /lights up… Why’d the fuck it take me so long… /drags… to see it, eh? …/streams smoke… Fuck gnos…*
We were interrupted on Tuesday evening when the domicile in which Cade resides lost power. We were cut off, so I decided to watch ‘Brexit: The Uncivil War’ that had been broadcast on Channel 4 the previous night. I told Legs…
*His first birthday that we spent together… /grins… ‘Return to the Forbidden Planet’… /drags… based on ‘The Tempest’ by Shakes-Sphere… /blows smoke rings...*
*Dunno what the fuss is about. The yellow vested Brexit-hear did great… /taps ash… Hang on, what’s today’s date, Clicky?*
*Our wedding anniversary! …/cocks head… Is that the phone? Fuck!*
*******
Bob Zmuda just appeared on my radar. So let’s do this. Let’s doo a re:view of the…
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!<—(this is a textual echo)
(this is also an echo “tex tu, al”) —> SYNCHROSPHERE!!!
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!<—(yep, more decaying, textual echo)
Wait, what’s that? You don’t know who Bob Zmuda is and are wondering why I’m not tossing you a link?
Well look him up your own damn self.
You’re reading this, which means you have Internet access, which means you have access to search engines and all kinds of media, which means that if you want to know who in the fuck Bob Zmuda is, you’ve the freedom to look him up at your own leisure.
There are a couple of reasons why I don’t like linking. First, the search mechanisms that I choose to use may be something that you and your SJW or Republican Party buddies hate and boycott and protest or whatever. Similarly, I may sometimes utilize pathways you’ve never heard of, and by default, you are skeptical and think I’m trying to e-lead you…
e-down
…some e-dark
…and e-untrustworthy
…e-pathway.
But one of the big reasons that I hate using hyperlinks is because they change. As of late I’ve noticed that some entities are getting really fucking sloppy with link maintenance.
(prolly due to reliance on automation, but that's just a guess)
For those of you who did not know such things existed? Well, they do. And instead of me magically teleporting you directly into the middle of the party, it’s typically best if I show you the way to the front door where you can go in like everyone else, if you so choose. This also allows you to make your own travel arrangements, and you can arrive/leave any time you like. I’m such a nice guy. So thoughtful. So considerate. Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back until the next paragraph.
^Rebuke – Along Came Polly^
A quick note here before we start to do our digging around The Synchrosphere. The other day on my own blog, I made mention that I’ve started to recycle more and more music in my posts. This is primarily due to the difficulties I face finding new music. If I find some really cool new song on YouTube, and this song does not have a lot of views, YouTube will not create an YT-generated playlist based on this song for me, which would in turn associate similar new music on this playlist.
(goddamn automation...goddamn it straight to hell)
YouTube will not start adding a video to auto-generated playlists until it reaches so many views. Of course, this may also be a content creator driven thing, because I’m sure that anything monetized will get less cash if YT points it out, than if a user were to find it on their own. This would keep more money in the pocket of content creators, so, makes sense. I have no idea how their shit works tho, just brainstorming based on what I see.
So yeah, recycling a lot of music, when I used to not do that at all. Every song and every image was always something I’d never used in a previous post.
(with very few exceptions)
That said, all links I share are a “take it or leave it” kind of thing anyway, and I share a lot of music that most people prolly didn’t even know existed. Even I didn’t know it existed until I did. Hell, at some point, even the artist that created it didn’t even know it existed.
Weird...eh?
^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Official Video)^
For anyone new to this shit, you may be wondering what “The Synchrosphere” is. Join the fucking club, and I don’t mean those who utilize The Syncrhosphere as a medium for finding people to have sex with. Is there such an arm within The Synchrosphere? As far as I can tell, yeah prolly.
Anyway, The Syncrhosphere seems to revolve mostly around the sharing and exchange of information and ideas. It also seems to be loaded with writers, which means that some will utilize The Synchrosphere as a way for letting other authors know what they working on (professional courtesy kind of network), and still others prolly use it as a field for harvesting ideas. Since we’ve got data and information flowing, and a lot of this “Syncrhosphere” is for the most part out in the open/public, that means that governments, businesses and all kinds of other groups are going to be poking their noses in to see what it’s all about.
You're nosey as fuck, so why wouldn't others be too?
Plus, the damn thing has a name, and a lot of it centers around spiritualism/religion, psychology, philosophy and history.
Dangerous place with dangerous ideas from dangerous people
History being the most dangerous thing there is, so anything with a history slant is by default going to attract all kinds of interests. That said, and as best I can tell, the first thing that The Synchrosphere did when it was created, was split.
Time,
space,
matter,
energy,
synchonicity,
synchromysticism,
synchromystics,
synchrosophisticates,
synchronauts,
synchrosnots,
synchronots,
synchroknots
…All kinds of crap seems to have spun out of this one idea from one dude named Jake Kotze, but I’ve read here and there that even that fact is hotly contested. Creating a bandwagon means you’re going to have all kinds of people jumping on board for all kinds of reasons, and a lot of those motherfuckers are going to want to drive at some point. But, that’s the intent, so, digress.
NOTE: “Time” seems to be on a lot of minds. Hence, this place attracted me.
^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game^
X: What are you thinking here?
Cade: I’m wondering if this is the place for me to do my long-winded rambles.
X: Meaning, you are wondering if you should be investigating a topical type something in “a missive”?
Cade: Yes. Missives are supposed to be the jumbled bunch of nonsense that I write about when I feel like writing, but have nothing to write about.
Z: Didn’t start out that way though, did it.
Cade: No, it did not. Just kinda developed that way over time.
T: Did you put a lot of thought into that?
Cade: Not in the way that I think you mean.
T: And what is it that you think I mean?
Cade: I’ve never given much consideration to what I write for here, and what I wrote for my own blog(s). Have tried to just let it develop.
X: I was under the impression that you never intended to write anything at all over at your own blog.
Cade: Things changed.
X: Any relevant data you can pass along so as to inform any readers as to what changed?
Cade: It’s not “complicated”, if that’s what you are getting at.
X: You lost me.
Cade: The situations that developed to facilitate change are complex, not complicated.
X: Meaning…simple.
Cade: For the most part yeah. A lot of my decisions have already been made for me. I just have to walk the path.
X: I still think some specifics would help.
Cade: Being mindful of the needs of those that I interact with.
X: And who do you interact with?
Cade: Me mostly.
X: That doesn’t sound very “mindful of others’ needs” to me.
Cade: Ironic that me NOT being mindful of others’ needs would also be chalked up as selfish and/or self-centered.
X: Loads of ironies in creation so it would seem.
Cade: Asking someone to take 4 to 5 hours or more out of their day to edit one of these things can be pretty selfish in my opinion.
X: Let me ask you a question about that since she will read this before anyone else does.
Cade: Fire away.
X: Is this your roundabout way of asking her if your writing is taking up too much of her time?
Cade: No. We talked about this very subject only recently, and we talked about some parameters that might make these things more tolerable. There’s no need to use innuendo in these things because we talk all the time.
X: So what’s the problem?
Cade: I’m not sure exactly. I just noticed that the first section or “paragraph” as I call them, was mighty long in this particular whatever.
X: So pull it all out, post all this on your own blog, and start over with something new for The LoL.
Cade: No.
X: Why not?
Cade: Because I started this with her in mind.
X: There it is.
Cade: Indeed…there it is.
X: The more you definitive you get, the less you have.
Apols! for the lack of posting recently, Dear Reader. It’s been a busy couple of weeks writing and editing for the upcoming ‘Underdog Anthology VII: Christmas Lights… And Darks’…
*/drags… Yep, just waiting on final checks by the authors now, Clicky…*
Hopefully the book will be available to purchase before the end of the week. It’s well worth a read as it contains some absolutely cracking short stories. A perfect stocking filler…
Perhaps it’s the general mood, but this time round I’ve had a go at writing a ‘dark’ tale for a change… as well giving a beloved Christmas carol a good kicking in the Afterword…
Currently in the UK, we’re watching the Brexit debacle unfold. The ‘DisMay’ Deal of Tessie Jackboots is being debated in Parliament, against the backdrop of ‘Project Fear’ projected throughout Mainstream Media. The upside is that it has made choosing this year’s offering for mutilation on the Dead Poets’ Page rather easy.
Musician Thomas Oliphant (born 1799, died 1873) provided the lyrics for the perennial favourite of carol singers everywhere. And as MPs prepare to vote on the future of the country, ‘Deck the Halls’ lends itself to ‘Stack the Deck’ rather neatly. Possibly too neatly… Judge for yourself.
Tweet a load of Brexit Bollocks
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah
‘Twas the fault of voting Morlocks
Aargh-argh-argh-argh-argh, argh-argh-argh-argh
Back the PM in her deal
Baa-baa-baa, baa-baa-baa, baa-baa-baa
Troll with fear ’til it seems real
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Apparatchiks brag of d’Accord!
Ooh-la-la-la-la, Ooh-la-la-la
Strikes a deal to keep us shackled
Ja-ja-ja-ja-ja, ja-ja-Jawohl!
Says its one thing, means another
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Make the plebs embrace Big Brother
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Stack the deck with drones and toadies
Waah-waa-waa-waa-waa, waah-waa-waa-waa
Offer bribes of jobs and trophies
Fnah-ha-ha-ha-ha, Fnah-ha-Woo-ha!
Fingers in ears, deal together
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
We’ll stay EU-bound forever
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Who knows how our milksop politicians will vote next week, Dear Reader. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉
*******
Friday 7th December 2018 – UPDATE!
Underdog Anthology VII is now available to buy, Dear Reader, for Kindle and as paperback via Amazon, and at Smashwords. This volume of the series also includes photos of the authors… 😀
Dear Reader, WordPress have changed the editing function here so that posts are now constructed more like…
*Yes, very blocky, Clicky. Not sure if I like it yet…*
… I asked Cade if he would send a missive for me to have a play with, and he has obliged…
*I know! How he managed to knock one out just like that… Amazing!*
*******
Just when I thought it impossible get any fatter, older and uglier, I get my new driver’s license in the mail.
Old? CHECK!
Fat? ABSOLUT!
Ugly? AL MÁXIMO!
I really don’t mind being ugly on the outside tho. I know, that what is on the inside, is much, MUCH, worse.
^Drumsound & Bassline Smith vs. Teddy Killerz – Metal & Blood^
So Limeys…how’s your week been? Anything going on? I’m not going to “pick up” where I left off on a blog post on my own blog last night, but I admit that I kinda danced around a few things as I tried to express some thoughts that I’ve had for a while about both BREXIT and The EU.
Almost everything about The EU revolves around commerce. Engaging in commerce, expanding commerce, protecting commerce…commerce, commerce, commerce.
Almost sounds communistic.
Digress. Um, let’s go ahead and jump…
Q: In business, who can you trust?
A: No one.
K, so, with The UK in mind, I don’t give a shit who you are, they are always and forever going to protect themselves. Dunno about anyone else, but I find this a commendable trait to possess. And what I am thinking here, is that I don’t really see what The UK is doing as some kind of rebellious bandwagon for others to hop on board with, simply to oppose The EU. If anything, that would play right into The EU’s hand(s). Create the enemy they desire to have, and suddenly, you need an army to protect against this new threat. And I’m not directly accusing The UK of playing both sides of the fence because I personally am not one to sell The UK that short. Historically, if there is a side to play, GB is likely in the game. But at the same time, there are some other interests to consider.
Those are just a few of the bubbles that have been, and continue to be created.
no pun intended
^Friction – Commotion (ft. Jem Cooke)^
Imma go ahead and look up some shit on the developments of this week, which I’ve previously avoided, and let’s us see what all this business is about resignations.
OK…so…if I’m reading this right, there is a mutiny going down right in front of us, and the captain is refusing to step down/relinquish her command of the ship. Without making too many references to Captain Bligh or Captain Ahab, there is something commendable about May standing her ground. If there is indeed both internal and external shenanigans transpiring to settle some scores/achieve some gains, and there almost certainly is, May refusing to resign possibly could wind up being the one shining light in this whole mess.
I’m not suggesting that her methods are sound, but neither is jumping ship to save your own skin when there is still plenty of time and there are plenty of buckets available for bailing water. Just because you and your lover are going your separate ways, prolly doesn’t give you carte blanche to treat yourself and/or them like shit.
Ya’ll take care of yourselves and each other over there…k?
What’s that “gaia” shit in the URL? I know that I see “gaia” pop up quite a bit with respect to ascension and spiritual awakening and all that nonsense, but I never really associated it directly with geology. Let’s do some digging around and see if there is any kind of direct and/or implied connection between Gaia and geology.
X: Hold up there pal.
Cade: You are already well aware that I don’t want to do this here and now.
0: That’s likely why you should do it…here, and now.
Cade: I’ve never had someone specifically request a convo. Not sure how this is gonna turn out.
Z: Probably like the rest of them…a confusing bunch of nonsense that no one understands, up to and including the actual participants.
Cade: Speak for yourself. I understand them just fine.
T: You promised to qualify/quantify me in the last discussion.
Cade: I dunno about any promise being made, but I do recall it being mentioned.
T: You “recall it being mentioned” do you?
Cade: Maybe.
T: 🙂
Cade: I’ve never tried to put you in a box.
X: Trying to maybe make it easier for a reader to understand Thoth’s role?
Cade: Well, not just and only the reader. I myself have been quite lost in these things from the start.
Z: And that first “convo” was a doozie as I recall.
Cade: Indeed it was…lots of back and forth with very little actual dialogue.
T: Thought.
Cade: Eventually, it just kinda worked out that way. The thought of you sitting there alone for a long period of time, and nothing to do but sit and think? That’s a disturbing image to carry around with me.
T: You can relate?
Cade: In some ways, but not to your own personal experience.
T: All alone, with nothing but time to think about it.
Cade: Been there, done that.
T: Not out in space you haven’t.
Cade: Oh, you want to talk about that do you.
0: Let me step in here and save your bacon for you. You think that “T” is trying to get you to talk about some of your iterations?
Cade: That’s the feeling I got, but I’m still not sure how to do it.
X: How to talk about the iterations, you mean.
Cade: Correct.
Z: It made sense at the time, but not now, is that what you are trying to say?
Cade: Six singularities, seven reapers, two deaths, 4,948 iterations.
T: Wait, 4,948 iterations in the here and now?
Cade: Kinda, but no. Not active.
Z: All the way through?
Cade: That was the feeling I got.
0: That wasn’t the first feeling you got tho, right?
Cade: Correct. The first interpretation was 4,948 that kinda, “cascaded”, in the here and now based on need.
0: And it got ugly from there?
Cade: VERY ugly. One from every second of every day, all reliving that same second of that same day over and over again.
X: Millions.
Cade: Millions…indeed.
X: And where are you now?
Cade: 4,948 times, all the way through.
X: From the beginning to the end?
Cade: I still think it’s just an example to help me better relate to what it’s like to ride creation all the way from the start to the end.
A: Lots to see in there.
Cade: Indeed there is.
Z: Especially if you’ve ridden that ride 4,948 times. That’s a long time.
Cade: A very long time.
Z: It’s always the same?
Cade: The best that I can gather is that it’s never the same.
0: Are you sure that you aren’t just being hopeful there?
Cade: That’s a fair assessment, and I’ve certainly thought about it, so perhaps it’s best to say that it’s not always the same. I’m a single observer who is observing from a single perspective.
X: Lots to remember.
Cade: Whew…it’s mind-boggling sometimes.
X: Relief?
Cade: Methinks we all need some of that sometimes.
X: And you were “activated” because?
Cade: No clue /me shrugs
CX: …
Lemme go ahead and do some of that Gaia/geology digging now.
That got me to thinking about light particles/photons being absorbed at higher rates, and that got me to really pondering some of the more finite ways of directing energy. Not to mention that the name itself kinda weirded me out because I’ve been to Vantaa, Finland before. Anyway, I got to thinking about at what point does the absorption of light, actually become the attraction of light and perhaps other particles as well. This got me to thinking about vortices, vacuums, and high/low pressure systems. Seeing as how I’ve been kicking around how some angular vectors of the curved variety maintain their curvature, let’s us do a quick peek and see if anyone else is doing some digging around self-sustaining types of forces.
I guess I’m not the only nutter on the block thinking about wacky and fucked-up shit like this.
^Dirtyphonics – Scorpion^
Speaking of conversation(s), I spent about 2.5 hours on Wednesday having lunch with my mother, and we covered some serious ground. I’m still not sure exactly what was said, but the conversation was stimulating on a lot of levels. Got the feeling that she was concerned for my soul, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I sometimes get the feeling that others sometimes just poke me with a spiritual stick for no other reason that to see what I’ll do.
What I'll say. How I'll react. How my disposition is affected.
I love talking history and religion and politics and other pretty much meaningless crap, but when you start to shove spirituality into those things, yeah, I get a shade…dodgy…skittish…squeamish…I close down.
You aren’t telling me about your own spirituality, you’re trying to define mine. If you wanna know what I think or how I feel? Ask. Otherwise, I’m likely to just think you are telling me what you’ve found for yourself and how happy that has made you. It makes me happy too. I love it when people get all spiritually charged because they’ve had a breakthrough of some kind, and I really am happy for you.
Me? I think I’ll keep looking. She did appear kinda shocked that I was keeping up with the things I keep up with, and was equally surprised that I’m reading and studying about a lot of the things that I read and study about. Granted, we’re different people in that I personally am equally as comfortable operating in the fringes as I am the mainstream, and she is not.
This is where this one is going to stop. RooBeeDoo informed me earlier today that WordPress appears to have made yet more changes to their editor. I asked if she wanted me to bang out a whatever, and she said that would be good, so here you go. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Love you all bunches.
Ya Rly...I do.
^Maduk & Dennis Pedersen – Miles Apart (ft. Ella Noël & Rino)^
*/flicks lighter… Hey Clicky… /lights up… Actually there were 2 dead mouses in the trap this morning… /drags… To go with the dead one and the live one caught in the trap yesterday… /streams smoke…*
*Yeah, poor sod. Fancy being trapped all night with the corpse of your mate… /puffs… I let him out into the garden…*
*Sew, Brexit? What in the snafu was that all about this week, Clicky?*
*’This is sovereignty itself on the chopping block’ …/flicks ash… Blimey, Click, strong words… /final drag… Butt what did Jackboots have to say for ‘erself?*
*An’ wot about the eww? …/stubs butt… wot did they say?*
Friday 27th July 2012 saw the Opening Ceremony of the XXX Olympic Games in London, Dear Reader. Nerves were twanging, excitement was high and the heat? Well, that was certainly oppressive.
Would we fuck it up? We’re bound to fuck it up. We are a nation of fuck ups after all…
*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*
… Or are we? I wonder…
“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”
*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*
*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*
After my post LoL posting snooze yesterday afternoon, Dear Reader, I got in contact with my good friend, Cade – he lives in Texas; they’re 6 hours behind. He’s very kindly been keeping me company whilst I convalesce from my unexpected surgery…
*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*
*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*
*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*
*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*
Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…
… And I highly recommend it. Hopefully, Cade and I can watch Ed Wood tonight, Dear Reader. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow but until then… Have a Song… 😉
Library of Libraries 
