Missive From ‘Merica: Return Of The One Won Wanderer

X: It’s been a while.

Cade: Indeed it has.

X: What have you been up to?

Cade: Not much. Yourselves?

T: Cute.

0: Yeah…real cute wiseguy.

Cade: Thanks.

X: Don’t mention it.

Q: Where’s “B” been lately?

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)^

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gladiators enter colosseum.gif

*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…

j to k upsidedown elvis.gif

*Ah, but did you know Elvis played at the Coliseum, Clicky? …/drags…*

*If you say so…/plumes smoke…*

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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”.

There are four sets of different shapes, each shape has it’s own name, and the whole mess is Copyright © 2016 | http://www.skyboxcreative.com.

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.

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…

Dupuytren’s Contracture

Gout

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.

Hebrews
Brew
Tea
Coffee
Witch (Disambiguation)
Beer
IPA
Microbrewery
Samuel Adams (Beer)
Norway
Hamlet
Alice Springs
High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program
Foster’s Lager
Lager
Logger
Logbook

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.

Enter a dude named...Thoth.

Thoth

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.

^O…SAYA-Rahman & M.I.A.^

This subject came up last night.

Garage Door

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.

Numeric Keypad (Redirected from 10-key)
Keyboard
Nail Clipper
Clipper
Nail
Why Do I Have Ridges in My Fingernails?
Fingernails: Possible problems
Cuticle
Basidiocarp
Jelly Fungus
Iceland Moss
Sphagnum Magellanicum (Redirected from Magellan’s Peatmoss)
Sphagnum
Projectile Motion
Viscosity
Neoplasm
Describing Projectiles With Numbers: (Horizontal and Vertical Velocity)
Horizontal Motion Unaffected by Gravity
Hop
Calendula
Hops
Tariff
Tax
Physiocracy
Lunula

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^


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^Slumdog Millionaire – Ring Ring Ringa…^

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*Butt he hardly mentions SoPi K, Clicky…*

flash of J

*/stares…*

Um… Until next time… Dear Reader… Have a Song?

On The Lash: Cross-Stitch Agnostic

‘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]’

Roob tells Cade her posting plan

*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*

Hannibal Lecture

*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…

Crawford Query

*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.’

Clarisse Clarifies

*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…

Buffalo Bills

*/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…

sync with a wink

*/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…

Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 1Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 2Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 3

… And I was reminded of my favourite piece of Poppy Sweet Pea cross-stitch artwork. She made it for Legs…

Man in a mask

*Yeah, perfect for him… /beams…*

I don’t know, Dear Reader. Make of it as you will; I know I Doo 😉

Lecture Over

*Alright smart arse… Ready to finish with some music?*

… And have a Song ❤

Thule of Rhumb

*Oh I watched that film last night, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… First time. I can see why it’s considered a cult classic…*

‘The English phrase rule of thumb refers to a principle with broad application that is not intended to be strictly accurate or reliable for every situation. It refers to an easily learned and easily applied procedure or standard, based on practical experience rather than theory. This usage of the phrase can be traced back to the seventeenth century.’

*LOL, Clicky… /flicks lighter… Love me a bit of Lol in a LoL post… /lights up

Good evening, Dear Reader. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there was a major meteor occurrence toward the end of July…

‘Data from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory shows reported fireball events for which geographic locations are provided. Each event’s calculated total impact energy is indicated by its relative size and by color. The record shows a meteor traveling at 24.4 kilometers per second (54,000 mph) at 76.9 degrees north latitude, 69.0 degrees west longitude, on July 25 at 11:55 p.m, slammed into the atmosphere directly over Thule, Greenland.’

… And in this, our MAD whirled, the potential ramifications for such a happening, are scary as fuck…

‘According to the Military Times, the meteor “struck…miles from a key U.S. early warning air base,” which is home to the 12th Space Warning Squadron based at Thule, that operates and maintains the Air Base in support of missile warning, space surveillance, and satellite command-and-control operations missions. Thule is located 1,207 km (750 miles) north of the Arctic Circle and 1,524 km (947 miles) from the North Pole on the northwest side of the island of Greenland.’

… But in the context of the John Lamb Lash Sophia’s Correction narrative, it was Right on the gnos…

*Yeah, not only am I currently reading Lashy’s book during smoke breaks, Clicky… /drags… but on the 25th July, during the drought of ’76, a very famous image was taken… /flicks ash…*

I read about the mysterious meteor incident at around five a.m. this morning, before going to sleep. I mentioned it to my friend Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US, via DM in the Yellow universe…

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 1Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 2Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 3

*/drags… ‘Cos it’s the weekend innit, Clicky? …/streams smoke… “Mum’s time” as the boyz call it, when I can live in whatever fuckin’ time zone I bloody well like…*

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 4

Thule

‘region or island at northernmost part of the world, Old English, from Latin, from Greek Thyle “land six days’ sail north of Britain” (Strabo, quoting a lost portion of a work by Polybius, itself based on a lost account of a voyage to the north by 4c. B.C.E. geographer Pytheas). The identity of the place and the source of the name have sparked much speculation; Polybius doubted the whole thing, and since Roman times the name has been used in a transferred sense of “extreme limits of travel” (Ultima Thule).

‘The barbarians showed us where the sun set. For it happened in those places that the night was extremely short, lasting only two or three hours; and the sun sunk under the horizon, after a short interval reappeared at his rising. [Pytheas]’

‘The name was given to a trading post in Greenland in 1910, site of a U.S. air base in World War II.’

Cade was quite correct; there was a Thule Society…

‘According to Hitler biographer Ian Kershaw, the organization’s “membership list … reads like a Who’s Who of early Nazi sympathizers and leading figures in Munich”, including Rudolf Hess, Alfred Rosenberg, Hans Frank, Julius Lehmann, Gottfried Feder, Dietrich Eckart, and Karl Harrer.

‘However, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke contends that Hans Frank and Rudolf Hess had been Thule members, but other leading Nazis had only been invited to speak at Thule meetings or they were entirely unconnected with it. According to Johannes Hering, “There is no evidence that Hitler ever attended the Thule Society.”‘

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 5

*/drags.. Ease a clever fuck, Clicky… /holds smoke… ‘Rhum’ is a much better pun… /blows smoke rings… Must be ‘cos ease a pilot an’ can navigate… /flicks ash… Wouldn’t have occurred to me… /drags… *

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 6

*/snorts smoke… Yeah I saw that ‘rumba’ was ‘perhaps originally “the course of a ship,”‘ …/pats snout… Well spotted, Clicky… /final drag…*

Alas I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, Dear Reader, but Cade carried on whilst I slept…

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 7

 

*/stubs butt… Blimey! Heraclitus sounds a bit like Lashy in his self-taught, independent approach to feel O Sophie…*

*Amazing sync… /grins… Ta fink, Sew-fire is our planet…*

Doo have a fantabulous week, Dear Reader, and, as ever… Have a Song ❤

6 Years Ago Today: Ring Any Bells? Anyone?

LAST TIME

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.”

John Lamb Lash, ‘Proof of the Charlotte Working: White Goddess Power is Lethal

*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…

Cade and Roob Slumming It 1Cade and Roob Slumming It 2Cade and Roob Slumming It 3

*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*

Cade and Roob Slumming It 4Cade and Roob Slumming It 5

*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*

Cade and Roob Slumming It 6Cade and Roob Slumming It 7Cade and Roob Slumming It 8Cade and Roob Slumming It 9

*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*

Cade and Roob Slumming It 10Cade and Roob Slumming It 11

*/stubs butt… What a fabulous movie that is, Clicky! Very yellow… /taps teeth…*

*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*

Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…

slumdog millionaire Ruthven Road

… 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… 😉

 

eihpoS ekiL sdnuoS eifleS: Preamble Shamble… Illin’…

Quite unexpectedly, Dear Reader, I spent Tuesday night in hospital…

Roob Selfie

*/lights up…Had to be a 137 in there sumwear eh, Clicky?*

Hospital (n.1)

‘mid-13c., “shelter for the needy,” from Old French hospitalospital “hostel, shelter, lodging” (Modern French hôpital), from Late Latin hospitale “guest-house, inn,” noun use of neuter of Latin adjective hospitalis “of a guest or host” (as a noun, “a guest; the duties of hospitality”), from hospes (genitive hospitis) “guest; host;” see host (n.1).

‘The sense of “charitable institution to house and maintain the needy” in English is from early 15c.; meaning “institution for sick or wounded people” is first recorded 1540s. The same word, contracted, is hostel and hotel. The sense shift in Latin from duties to buildings might have been via the common term cubiculum hospitalis “guest-chamber.” The Latin adjective use continued in Old French, where ospital also could mean “hospitable” and ospitalite could mean “hospital.”‘

… It all happened so quickly…

 

Roob converses with Cade from hospital 1Roob converses with Cade from hospital 2

*There’s ALWAYS a shining silver lining, Clicky… /drags…*

host (n.1)

‘”person who receives guests,” especially for pay, late 13c., from Old French ostehoste “guest, host, hostess, landlord” (12c., Modern French hôte), from Latin hospitem (nominative hospes) “guest, stranger, sojourner, visitor (hence also ‘foreigner’),” also “host; one bound by ties of hospitality.”

‘This appears to be from PIE *ghos-pot-, a compound meaning “guest-master” (compare Old Church Slavonic gospodi “lord, master,” literally “lord of strangers”), from the roots *ghos-ti- “stranger, guest, host” and *poti- “powerful; lord.” The etymological notion is of someone “with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality” [Watkins]. The biological sense of “animal or plant having a parasite” is from 1857.’

… So I’m at home, Dear Reader. Sore – sure, and still kinda groggy but there is no fucking way I’m gonna try and get to my job on the 13th and top floor of the LA Tower…

Die_Hard_-_Nakatomi_Plaza_Body_Count

*Knot that LA Tower, Clicky… /flicks ash… Local Authority…*

…One which has NO air conditioning…

Heat rises

*And at the start of this week, Clicky, no fucking drinking water either! …/slurps back cold drink… Honestly…*

*ghos-ti-

‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “stranger, guest, host,” properly “someone with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality,” representing “a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society” [Watkins]. But as strangers are potential enemies as well as guests, the word has a forked path.

The word ghos-ti- was thus the central expression of the guest-host relationship, a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society. A guest-friendship was a bond of trust between two people that was accompanied by ritualized gift-giving and created an obligation of mutual hospitality and friendship that, once established, could continue in perpetuity and be renewed years later by the same parties or their descendants. [Calvert Watkins, “American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots”]

‘It forms all or part of: Euxineguesthospicehospitablehospitalhospitalityhospodarhost (n.1) “person who receives guests;” host (n.2) “multitude;” hostagehostelhostilehostilityhostlerhotelXeniaxeno-xenon.

‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek xenos “guest, host, stranger;” Latin hostis, in earlier use “a stranger,” in classical use “an enemy,” hospes “host;” Old Church Slavonic gosti “guest, friend,” gospodi “lord, master;” Old English gæst, “chance comer, a stranger.”‘

Sew… I’ve decided to utilize this unexpected time off work by writing some Sophia’s Correction posts… Lashy has three new talks up…

red lashes

*/final drag… I’ve already listened to ’em… /plumes smoke… So un-fuckin’-believably syncy, Clicky…

*poti-

‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “powerful; lord.”

‘It forms all or part of: bashawcompos mentisdespothospodarhost (n.1) “person who receives guests;” idempotentimpotentomnipotentpashaplenipotentiarypossepossesspossiblepotencepotencypotentpotentatepotentialpotentiatepotentiometerpowertotipotent.

‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit patih “master, husband;” Greek posis, Lithuanian patis “husband;” Latin potis “powerful, able, capable; possible.”‘

… And maybe have a gander at the Aeon Sophia’s consort, Thelete – the other half of the ‘Divine Experiment’ designer couple… The one, far, far away…

*/stubs butt… Ooh, butt I am feelin’ a bit sore now, Clicky… /gingerly stretches… get us a Song to end on luvvie…*

I’m off for an afternoon siesta now, Dear Reader, but I can’t end this post without saying a massive thank you to all the NHS peeps, who took such wonderful care of this decrepit, old bod this week…

GOSH

*Heh! Danny Boils… /pats snout…*

Have a Song ❤

 

Shamble-Strzok: When Robbin’ Peter to Pay… Appalling!

 

Dear Reader, did you realise ‘Strzoksounds likestruck‘? I’d seen the name in print but not heard it being pronounced until recently…

*A shambles is a magical tool… /lights up... as well a meat market, Clicky…/plumes smoke… Excellent Song choice btw… /drags… Works on so many levels…*

STRZOK Mandelson look

*Eww… I’m I the only fucking person that finks he’s the spit of Peter Mandelson? … /flicks ash…*

Robin Strzok

*Alright, I’ll get on with it, Clicky… /rubs face… Cor, you got sum fins on ya luv…*

Yesterday morning, Dear Reader, I read that Adrian Cronauer – the real ‘Good Morning, Vietnam’ DJ – had died…

Adrian Cronauer, who served as inspiration for Robin Williams’ breakout character in the 1987 film Good Morning, Vietnam, has died in Virginia aged 79.

‘Like his eponymous character, Cronauer was a radio presenter in Saigon in 1965 and 1966 known best for his enthusiastic early morning greeting and penchant for playing rock’n’roll tunes to raise American troops’ morale during the Vietnam War.’

… I mentioned it to Cade when I got home from work, a couple of hours earlier than normal thanks to wondrous invention of FlexiTime…

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… The choice of evening’s entertainment had been made: a triple bill of Robin Williams flicks. In the first, ‘Good Will Hunting’, he played a doctor, who was still in mourning for the death of his wife…

*Lovestruck… /puffs… Kudos for the baseball striking bat clip, Clicky…*

… Followed by ‘The Fisher King’ in which he played a former teacher at Hunter College, sent mad and homeless by the murder of his wife…

*Huh, he gets struck with a baseball bat at the end of the clip… /blows… You know, Clicky, Jeff Bridges plays a DJ in that film?*

Dude Cowboy Bowling

…And finally topped off the early hours of this morning with ‘What Dreams May Come’ – a line in ‘Hamlet‘ – in which he plays another doctor, this one dead and in heaven, mourning the suicide of his wife…

*/clears throat… And sum funderstruck at the end of that clip…*

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It struck me, Dear Reader, that Robin Williams essentially played the same character in our little Friday evening movie-fest. A widower motivated by the deepest love felt by a husband for his wife…

Strzok by Batman and Robin

*/final drag… Okay that’s enough, Clicky! …/stubs butt…*

Dear Reader, have a great weekend and… Have a Song 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MRS REGN: FlexiT Brexit

Not sure if you’d heard, Dear Reader, but the UK government seems to have got it’s self into a bit of a pickle over Brexit

*Aye. Big beast Boris went on Monday, Clicky… /lights up… an’ that bell-end Cunt caught ‘is big job…/drags… dunno how long he’ll ‘ave that for…*

*Oh yes, this is a deep purple post, Clicky… /puffs…*

*/blows… an’ yellow…*

I have availed myself of my banked Flexi-Time and taken this afternoon off from work. I wanted to catch up on some correspondence…

*TNT is from Norn Iron, Clicky… /flicks ash… but yeah, green…*

…And shamble about yesterday evening’s viewing with Cade. We watched the movie 300

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Never was so much owed by so many to so few.

Prime Monster ‘Winnie’ Winston Churchill, 20081940

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‘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.’

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*/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…*

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*/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…*

Must dash, Dear Reader… Have a Song…