Last Minute Shambles…

Welcome, Dear Reader, to Easter at the LoL…

*I love that Song, Clicky… /lights up… That whole album is just superb…*

Today is the 22nd of April…

*”Spring tales’ and ‘A Coelacanth in the Bathroom’… /drags…*

…but in another universe, the 22nd April is also…

‘In 2375, Ancestors’ Eve is celebrated aboard Voyager. (VOY: 11:59“‘)

*That’s STtNG, Clicky, knot Voyager… /streams smoke… Oh, I see ‘the world’s biggest ball of string’ is referenced in that episode. Stings and strings, interesting. Cade and I remote viewed a doc on box jellyfish last night… /smokes…*

Cade and Roob and Box Jellyfish 1Cade and Roob and Box Jellyfish 2

’11:59′ cropped up on Saturday evening during a remote viewing binge of the Doctor Robert Langdon trilogy with Cade…

Cade and Roobs Dan Brown night 1

*Jesus those movies were frantic and loud… /taps ash… I don’t remember treasure hunts being anything like that in the Girls Brigade, Clicky…*

*Fucking ‘Saviours’, Clicky…*

*It’s all a con… /coughs…*

We hope you’ve enjoyed the time you’ve spent with us at the LoL this we kenned, Dear Reader 😀 Happy Easter and have a Song…

Story Time: Exchange Students

Welcome, Dear Reader, to Easter at the LoL…

*Wait… /rubs eyes… didn’t we start yesterday’s post with that tweet from Cade, Clicky?*

*Ah, okay. Thanks, Clicky…/pats snout… Gotcha…*

Today we are delighted to be able to present for you one of Cade’s stories from the latest Underdog Anthology, ‘Transgenre Dreams’. Enjoy! ❤

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Exchange Students

by Cade F.O.N. Apollyon

The days have lost their darkness. Like all of the seasons, Spring brings many of its own wonders. Some we like, some we don’t. Some we notice, others…not so much. One of the wonders that Spring brings, at least in this part of the world, is the erasure of the embedded darkness in the days.

Many seem not to notice, but it is there. A hazy, embedded darkness in each and every Winter day, that keeps Sol’s heat at bay so that Winter can do her work. Spring carries a key to releasing the grip of this Winter darkness. It usually happens over the span of a single day in late Winter, each year, and for those who are looking, it is very easy to see.

Today’s date is the 22nd of March in the year 2019 CE, and by my own accounting, the darkness first started to be released a week or so ago. You can tell, because the shade of the sky is…different. Brighter at a certain time of the day than it was at or around the same time on the previous day. That embedded darkness will not return until Fall and Winter return. And, there will be several more increases in the light over the coming months. The brightness will reach its peaks in the months of July and August; the months in which here, the temperature will usually rise to oppressive levels. Day after day of a sweltering and inescapable heat. No embedded darkness to shield us.

Why am I writing about all of this darkness and light business, you might ask? Perhaps you are one who enjoys seeing wonders, and never knew that such a thing even existed. This phenomenon of a change in the sky’s opacity and luminescence is not something that you can actually sit, wait and watch to happen. You just need to be mindful of it. If you watch the sky enough, you can train yourself to notice variations in the shades and colors of the skies.

Today, I am sitting out back, banging away on the laptop, and thinking about the sky I am currently seeing. Thinking about the skies I’ve seen. Comparing those skies in my mind to what I am actually seeing in real time. All the while, taking some notes.

It occurs to me to suggest that this darkness phenomenon is akin to seeing the sky go dark, then turn light again during a solar eclipse. Winter brings an embedded darkness to our days, ands Spring bri…woah!

Apologies for the interruption, but something just flew in front of the Sun; a plane I’m guessing. There was that rapid change in the Sun’s brightness that lasted for but a fraction of a second. I suppose my heart is beating so fast and my mind racing because I am, ironically, writing on just this very topic.

Um…it just happened again. That blip of a rapid change in the Sun’s brightness, and it happened in less than a minute after the previous. I know a bit about aviation, so I know enough to know that aircraft are spaced further apart than that. A bird perhaps? Circling vultures or some large bird of prey? They are quite common here. Busy airways in this area, so there are many possibilities at this point.

There is a high, thin layer of cloud today, but the Sun is still very bright, and plenty of blue sky. I only mention this because that blip just happened for a third time, then almost immediately a fourth. I see no planes, I hear no planes, I see no birds. Of course I am stopping my typing occasionally to observe, and I know that I am somewhat straying off topic, but this whatever it turns out to be is interesting to me. I have observed this phenomenon many times before, but never with this frequency. Not even close.

It is still happening, and I’ve now lost count of how many times it has happened. I cannot look directly at the sun, but I certainly cannot see anything on the perimeter of the Sun’s disk that might be causing this. The frequency is too often. Something very odd happening here. Almost like someone waving their hand rapidly in front of the light bulb on a lamp. But in this case, I cannot actually see what is causing the Sun to be blotted temporarily.

My heart is beating out of my chest as I write this. The frequency and duration have both dramatically increased, and I suddenly feel I’m at some weird daytime Rave. I’ve experienced some weird shit in my life, but this is completely fucking new.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!

OMG!!!

I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING!!!

Gotta stop writing.

Be right back…I hope.

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I just had…the weirdest fucking conversation…that I have ever had in my entire life.

Um…give me a second to get my bearings so that I can accurately relate the completely fucked up shit that just happened to me. My heart is pumping hard in my chest again, but it’s only because I’m trying to figure out what in the fuck to do at this point. How to try and grasp the meaning of what happened and how to relate it. Perhaps even if I should. If so, to whom?

OK…I’ve already dismissed the urge to contact MUFON and file a report. Police? Not a fucking chance. The military? Yeah right. A friend? Fuck no…I have no friends, not for something like this. Local government? NASA? Ghostbusters? Who in the fuck do you call? What do you do?

This is something, that in all my years of watching Bigfoot, UFO and other weird documentaries, I have never considered before now. Now what? You wanted the experience, you got it, now what?

The fucker is now gone, but as you may have guessed, yes, I just saw a goddamn UFO. I’ve seen plenty of UFOs in my lifetime, but there are only a very few of my own personal sightings that I cannot explain. This fucker, just landed in my back yard, no bullshit. I seem to be able to explain this one just fine…or maybe not. Digress.

I’m sitting outside in one these fucked up sun-chaser outdoor recliners, typing all that bullshit above about the sky changing, then all that weird crap started happening. I stopped writing when I finally saw what was dancing all wiggly in front of the sun and causing that rapid “micro-shade” or whatever it might be called. Just when I thought I was going to have a seizure from all that flashing, this purple and green…ship…came into full view. It descended down from right above me, and plopped itself down in this tiny-assed backyard of mine.

Weird, because the fucker looked HUGE in the sky, but the closer it got to the ground, the smaller it got. No idea how it fitted in this tiny yard. Made no sense whatsoever, and I don’t want to speculate about the shrinking and growing possibilities at this particular junction. None of this shit makes any sense. Least of all…that totally bizarre and completely fucked up exchange between…us. I have no idea what that was. But yes…us.

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I am sitting here, hands shaking, trying to get my head wrapped around all this crap, what to tell and how. But holy SHIT…all I can think about is that conversation I just had. Yes, an “alien” got out of their spaceship, and they fucking talked to me.

You know what? Fuck this noise. I’m gonna play transcriptionist here, and try my best to make an accurate record of the conversation while it is still fresh in my mind.

My mind…my fucking mind.

Jesus H. Christ…where in the fuck is my fucking mind right now?

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Alien: Where is your mating orifice!?

Me: ???

NOTE: I said nothing of course. But if ever in my life there was cartoon bubble containing question marks floating over my head, it was precisely at this exact moment in time.

Alien: Do you speak?

Me: Yes, I speak.

Alien: Then you likely also have the capacity to hear. Where is your mating orifice!?

Me: Um…I don’t have a mating orifice…that I am aware of.

Alien: All beings having mating orifices! Where is yours!?

Me: At work?

Alien: At work. Ah, so it is already currently active in a utilization sequence?

Me: No, not that I’m aware of. It better not be anyway.

Alien: Is your culture one that speaks only in riddles?

Me: Not…always, no.

Alien: Then explain how your mating orifice can be in an active utilization sequence when you do not know where it is located!

Me: I was thinking of my girlfriend.

Alien: You think of others while your mating orifice is in use?

Me: No, I don’t think of…wait. I, do not have a mating orifice. I think my girlfriend does though.

NOTE: It was at this point in which I realized, that my childish desire to please had suddenly taken a turn. Am I, completely by accident, about to inadvertently pimp out my girlfriend to an alien?

Alien: I have traveled the length and breadth of the great void and seen it’s many wonders, and I tell you, that I have never encountered a being that does not have a mating orifice! Where is yours!?

Me: And I’m telling you, that I’m pretty sure to an accuracy of almost 100%, that I do not have a mating orifice. I was simply thinking that I may know where one is.

Alien: Where is it? And why it is there and not here!?

Me: My girlfriend. Your unusual request initially made me think of my girlfriend. She’s at work.

Alien: This girlfriend has a mating orifice?

Me: Maybe. Before I came to my senses, it had occurred to me to perhaps call her.

Alien: Her?

Me: Yes, her. I’d thought to call her.

Alien: Call?

Me: My girlfriend.

Alien: Girlfriend?

Me: On the phone.

Alien: Phone?

Me: At her job.

Alien: Job?

“Me: My girlfriend, she’s at work, I’d have to call her, on the phone, at her job, to verify the mating orifice…status.”

Alien: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INTERMEDIARIES BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR MATING ORIFICE!!!

Me: Now that I think of it, that’s a damn good question.

Alien: If this query is in fact good, why have you not obtained an answer to it!?

Me: That’s an even better question.

Alien: Where do you currently stand in your quest to obtain these answers!?

Me: Your questions keep getting better and better. Keep this line of questioning up, and you could probably rule this planet in the span of a week if you wanted.

Alien: I have no desire to rule your planet! I seek a mating orifice!!

Me: If anything, that’s one point we both seem to be clear on.

Alien: You are trying to deceive me with your riddles in order to hide your mating orifice?! Immediately remove your veils for verification!!

Me: !!!

NOTE: Now, I admit that I’d been sitting outside in the sun, nothing on but a t-shirt and jogging shorts, not wearing any underwear, and it occurred to me that it would be real fucking simple to answer a whole lot of questions and possibly solve a lot mysteries if I were to simply pull my shorts down posthaste and forthwith. But there was no fucking way that I was going to drop-trou just because some alien shows up, looking to get laid, all whilst experiencing some gender confusion in this particular quadrant of the galaxy, then demands that I present my junk for their inspection. And so, at the speed of light I might add, that’s exactly what I did.

Alien: Ah, I see. Not very well, but I do see. You are Pleggbah. Equipped with doingy doinger…like Muuk!

Me: If there is a God, I pray to them now, that you are Muuk?

Alien: I am Muuk…The Pleaser.

Me: Pleased…er sorry, to meet you…Muuk…The Pleaser. I’m not sorry to meet you, was just going to say “pleased to meet you” and kinda got tripped up.

Alien: A simple “greetings” would have sufficed in this exchange.

Me: Noted protocol for future reference. My name is Phillip. You may call me Phil if you like.

Alien: Phillip called Phil, you are in fact not equipped with doingy doinger like Muuk.

Me: I’m continuing to make mental notes of the pertinent details whilst dealing with the flood of data. Some contextual clues are beginning to form some pictures for me though.

Alien: While making notes, do not again use subversion to covertly ask Muuk about the existence of God.

Me: Noted…no religion, and I’m guessing no politics either?

Alien: Guess all you care to! Met God once or twice. Unpleasant type. No sense of humor.

Me: That revelation would not surprise me in the least were it not for the bullshit that is currently going down right here and now.

Alien: Going down like veils that previously concealed Phillip Phil’s doingy doinger?

Me: Among other things.

Alien: Save your existential riddles for your institutions of higher learning!

Me: Will do. And, for the sake of clarity, a “doingy doinger”, I’m guessing, is in fact this thing right here between my legs that I’m about to go to jail for unleashing in public even though I’m in my own back yard?

Alien: Correct. Muuk has many doingy doingers.

Me: Ironically, I sense a monologue in my very near future. With no pun intended there.

Alien: Many mating orifices exist in the void. Many dimensions to cover, many needs, much work, and there is only one Muuk. One Muuk has many doingy doingers for many occasions.

Me: You have many of these things? And before you respond, I’m going to take what you tell me as gospel truth at your word. I don’t require visual confirmation of any kind whatsoever, even though I admit that a video camera would come in really fucking handy at this precise moment for all kinds of reasons.

Alien: Muuk, known as The Pleaser, evolved many a doingy doinger over many cycles of time to please many a mating orifice through the ages.

Me: I could see where that might come in handy for the right… Pleggbah? I think it was?

Alien: Being with doingy doinger is Pleggbah. Muuk is Pleggbah. Phil…is…slightly above the curve according to initial rough estimates.

Me: I’m going to sleep the sleep of angels tonight in that knowledge.

Alien: Muuk has utilized my ship’s surveillance units during conversational exchange to take the dimensions of your doingy doinger. Will craft duplicate. May come in handy for Muuk.

Me: My dimensions sometimes come in handy for me.

Alien: Muuk may encounter being that desires displeasure or dissatisfaction.

Me: Thanks for that exclamation point on the matter.

Alien: My pleasure. Hararar rarah! That was humor since pleasure will be Muuk’s.

Me: You laugh at your own jokes. I have that problem too.

Alien: Laugh at own jokes is only problem Muuk have. Phil have Muuk at numerical disadvantage in the category of problems to have.

Me: That sleep of angels coming tonight will be haunted by nightmares of demons shitting on every second of it.

Alien: Displeasure is need like any other.

Me: I’ll spend the rest of my days knowing an exact replica dick of mine is causing displeasure and dissatisfaction all over the Universe.

Alien: Everywhere but here.

Me: What?!

Alien: Everywhere but here…Phil.

Me: Uh…I…

Alien: Utilization. Proper utilization of available supplies or components. Old universal parable… ”It is not the dimensions of the craft, but the vectors of the matter.

Me: We sorta have that same saying here… “It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean”.

Alien: You say tomato, I say vincherapine.

Me: I guess I can relate to that…somewhat…eventually perhaps. Maybe after some heavy cycles of Thorazine and Quaalude therapy.

Alien: You will recover without medication cycles. Take your time.

Me: Another note to make in what is now likely to be my psychiatric journal.

Alien: I must go, and now.

Me: So soon?

Alien: No mating orifices to be found here.

Me: Well, there actually are some to be found here. You just need take your time. Maybe heed some of your own advice?

Alien: Noted. Farewell Phillip called Phil.

Me: See you around Muuk.

Alien: It is assured you will see me again.

Me: Great. I mean, yeah. Great.

Alien: Muuk serious. Will return.

Me: Seriously?

Alien: Yes. Someday, Muuk The Pleaser will return to Phillip. But not for Philip. As in…

Me: I think I get the gist Muuk.

Alien: Going now. Be back later.

Me: In that case, I’ll see you when I see you. Travel well Muuk…be safe.

Alien: Will try. Earth orbit treacherous. Much junk. Many debris. Approach and departure risky.

Me: We’re actually working on that, believe it or not.

Alien: Stay on it. Outlook currently grim. Now, Muuk go get lost in void. Find orifices to please.

Me: Later Muuk. Good luck with the ladies.

Alien: And Phil, retract your garment to it’s original configuration and/or placement.

Me: Thanks.

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And so, that’s it. I just had an honest to God, UFO + extra-terrestrial close encounter of the you-gotta-be-shitting-me kind. In my own yard. In the broad daylight.

I was left standing there in my backyard, mouth agape, shorts down. Wondering what chance there was that a video of this event was going to somehow materialize and wind up on the Internet, and if so, what I would think about that. I just had the most bizarre exchange of my life in a “what the fuck” moment of epic proportions, involving an alien being of some kind who I guess was looking to get laid.

I pulled my shorts up, watched this weird looking spacecraft lift-off into space from my backyard, and started to contemplate the weird fucker named Muuk who was piloting it. A space cowboy with a bunch of penises. Then I sat down, grabbed the laptop, and I’ve been at it ever since.

Thinking about it now, my penis has multiple dimensions…sorta. Something like multiple penises, except in a single package. It get’s bigger, it gets smaller, lots of dimensions between here and there. Interesting. Digress.

I do wonder if he and his fabled many doingy doingers will actually be back. Not that I care about the bouncy bits. Hell, they may not even exist. I didn’t see a doingy doinger, let alone many. Maybe he was some interstellar perv pulling some intergalactic prank for some channel on the Milky Way’s version of YouTube? Fuck. I feel like a complete dunce all of sudden.

At least I didn’t get the “industry standard” type probing.

Just gave an alien the full Monty in the Spring sunshine.

Full frontal nudity.

Or thereabouts, in my case.

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😀 We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader, and suggest you invest in a copy UA8 ‘Transgenre Dreams’ if want read any more of the fabulous stories contained within it. Clicky and I will be back tomorrow with an Easter Sunday Shambles, but until then, have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Happy Good Friday!

Welcome, Dear Reader, to Easter at the LoL…

*Cade’s buns are hot, Clicky, butt not cross… /grabs smokes… Mind you, let’s see what he says in his latest missive…*

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joyousconsideratecirriped

I’m guessing that your penance will be voting for someone/something you don’t want to vote for. I say that based on a commercial I saw on YouTube last night, and the commercial was on the topic of Brexit. The commercial was obviously for Leave, but also appeared to be non-Tory. So what I got to thinking about, was karma. Or, Newton’s Third Law if you hate religion or whatever. You think it possible that there are those angling to force Conservatives to vote their own party out? Their logic being, if “Leave” is indeed a valid result, that this should be reflected in the next election’s results…right? Well, when in the fuck IS the next election in The UK?

May 5th, 2022

But wait, what’s this?

When is the next general election? Theresa May says 2022 – but it’s not as simple as that

Not only that, but I just saw a tweet that the Tories “can” hold another no confidence vote if they so choose, even tho currently by “the rules” they can’t do this again until December of 2019.

If you are in charge of “the rules”, and you don’t like the way things are going, change the rules…simple. That’s why you are elected in the first place right?

To make rules
^Judy Garland: I’m Just Wild About Harry^

No one likes to lose their job. You’re entitled to a job. You’re entitled to that job. You’ve a right to work. You’ve a right to provide for yourself. You’ve got a lifestyle to maintain. Let no one stand in your way.

Q: You think “black lists” actually exist?

A: ??? ¿

You think blacklisting is a real thing? Would someone be picked out, to be picked on? Or is just…me.

^The Doors – Love Me Two Times^

Is this the kind of shit that you want to be doing on a Sunday? And yes, it’s Sunday your fucking pack of dunderheaded dolts. Check the calender.

Or calendar

Shouldn’t you be cooking or cleaning or drinking beer and grilling? What’s with all this politics bullshit on the weekend. Of course, if you don’t keep up on weekends, these slimy fuckers might try and slide some sneaky bullshit through whilst you relax and recoup from a long and difficult work week.

Midnight Regulations
Quorum Sensing
Quorum-Quorum Busting
Unanimous Consent
Atlantic Southeast Airlines Flight 2311
Layover/Layover Rule
The Legislative Process: Calendars and Scheduling
Calendar Wednesday
Cale
Cal
Ale
Calends
Der
Dar
Arcana
Derp
Derp
Derp
Durka Durka
Ching Chong

King Kong…

went to Hong Kong

to play ping pong…

with his ding dong.

^1920’s – Quickstep Vs Charleston^

Which, that reminds me…that “cale” bit led me to…

Triticale

…and that reminded me of a documentary I watched the other day. There’s been some blokes and blokettes trying to recreate Egyptian beer. The “grain for threshing” bit in that definition reminded me of some of the things they talked about. Beer was actually a very important foodstuff. But hey, don’t take my word for it, watch it your own damn self.

^Beer: The Pharaoh’s Liquid Gold (Ancient Egypt Documentary) | Timeline^

OK…fuck this, and fuck you…Imma go watch a movie or two with a friend.

BRB

^Doo Wacka Doo (Okeh Syncopators)^

Does “nature” have any bones, and if so, can they be cracked? Wait, what am I talking about. Of COURSE nature has bones. She’s given me 206 bones on loan for an unspecified amount of time. But that’s not what I meant really. I was thinking about the easterly winds that have become so prevalent here in this part of North Texas. Yesterday morning, it got cold as fuck, and stormy as fuck. The low-level winds were from…you guessed it…

the east

Easterly winds here are unheard of, but that’s exactly what’s been happening for the past several years. It was very prominent yesterday, and the winds came in from the east for hours. So no, we aren’t talking about a rapid shift due to a storm cell’s dissipation, this was more like a front. A front, that should be coming from the north or northwest at this time of the year since we are coming out of winter into spring. But no, it’s coming from the east. Roob was kind enough to alert me to some blizzard going on somewhere else, but these winds and their direction really has me a shade baffled.

^Marlene Dietrich Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß auf Liebe eingestellt^

How much of a shift at a certain point is required to change the direction of a flow entirely? I’m thinking about ocean gyres here, but I equate those with the same mechanics that drive our atmosphere. In this part of the world, we get winds and waters from both the Atlantic and the Pacific, and many times we get both at the same time. I’m just wondering if the stuff coming off of Africa during this 2019 hurricane season is going to have a tendency be be more southerly. Perhaps even if some hurricanes might turn south instead of turning north, and/or, the northerly tracks will be erratic and/or less predictable according to current models/modeling. We got no, and I mean NO cold northerly winds this year. The “northers” we usually get here have become much lighter and infrequent, and this year, we got none. We used to get those Siberian/Canadian winds that were so strong and cold, that they’d cut right the fuck through you when outside. Cover your fucking chest, because they suck the wind and heat right out of you. The strong westerlies in late winter have vanished too.

Hrm
^R. A. Dvorsky & Allan Trio – Hm – Hm ….1941 Swing Foxtrot !^

Extinction Rebellion appears to be a real thing.

Extinction Rebellion

I wonder if out of work heroes would create their own villains in order to get back into the job market? It didn’t work out so well for Captain Amazing in the movie ‘Mystery Men’. Watched a clip of some member of Extinction Rebellion on a TV show, the “Rebellion” dude gave some plea about how passionate he was about starving people, and the presenter told him off/called the group…

“incompetent, middle-class, self-indulgent people who want to tell us how to live our lives.”

Q: Why should starvation inspire passion?

A: ???

Don’t you have better things to be passionate about? The new Avengers movie opens soon, new Star Wars movie out later this year, the new fall fashions have already been displayed at Paris Fashion Week…fuck starving people/poor people. Let them get a job like everyone else, or die.

^UMEK & Mike Vale – Kids with Money (Ant Brooks Remix)^

If you don’t work, you don’t eat.

Well actually, if you don't work, you don't get money

So yeah, you don’t work, you don’t get paid money, and then you can’t go buy food to eat.

Prolly some taxes in there somewhere

Likely also to be some supply chains and other infrastructures embedded in there.

Gotta make sure that these existing infrastructures pay dividends
^AronChupa – I’m an Albatraoz | OFFICIAL VIDEO^

Speaking of not working/not eating, that Notre Dame cathedral? I saw that place gets 30,000 visitors per day or 13 million visitors per year. Yeah, 1 building, gets 13 million visitors per year. Think that generates any cashflows?

While entry into the cathedral is free there is a fee to climb the towers (8.50 euro).

Source = Google – 17 April 2019

€8.50 is $9.60. What’s the incentive for climbing the towers, and who is suggesting that you climb them?

Paris Info-Tours de Notre-Dame de Paris

So, there’s much more than just the church and God plugged into this building. The official visitors bureau is suggesting that the 422 steps are more than worth the €8.50 you have to pay to climb them. So if only 25% of the visitors climb the towers, that’s €27,625,000.

But what's this?

Admission to Notre Dame is free, but visitors will need tickets to enter the tower (€8.50) and the crypt (€6). Access to both is included in the price of the Paris Pass.

Source = Google – 17 April 2019

Hrm. Sounds like a money making machine.

^DVBBS & Borgeous – TSUNAMI (Original Mix)^

I wonder if the church takes donations from visitors irrespective of whether or not they pay to ascend the towers and/or descend into the crypt? I tried to do some searching for this, but the press is fucking alive with people pledging millions upon millions to rebuild the cathedral. But as the Richie Riches scramble for attention in the media, I have to wonder, are there any gift shops nearby?

The Best 10 Souvenir Shops near Souvenirs Paris Notre-Dame in Paris

Now, that’s just the “10 Best” according to Yelp, but it looks like there’s one in the main hall of the church itself as well. Or at least, there was a gift shop in the main hall of the church. I wonder where all that money they’ve been making went? Surely at least some of it went into a rainy-day fund of some kind…right? Surely the church can turn down all of these lavish/gaudy donations, and pay to rebuild the church themselves.

^Underworld – Cowgirl^

Just really weird all this talk of starving people, on the same day that I see hundreds of millions of dollars being pledged to rebuild a single church. But to be fair, we’re all jacked-in to The Matrix, and each and every node is important. Right? Pull certain pillars, and the entire structure could fall.

From the ashes.

Something will rise from the ashes.

Or something.

^MC 900 Ft Jesus – The City Sleeps^
All this shopping and ashes nonsense is giving me a headache

That said, what is it like to be…

1. Trapped in time;

2. Surrounded by evil;

3. Low on gas.

Any of that make sense?

Meh fuckit.

^Danny Elfman – March Of The Dead^

Someone mentioned “Mayan Numbers” to me recently, but I didn’t know what they meant.

Now I do

Ever heard of “BCI’s” or heard the term “BCI”?

Brain–Computer Interface

Are acronyms/knowledge of acronyms a good indicator as to what an individual knows/doesn’t know? We’re all of us “plugged in” to The Universe in some way or another. Is adding yet another interface to the existing interface like plugging a power strip into a wall socket? The source remains the same, but you can power more devices. And of course, it’s a larger draw on the source.

Digress

CIA-Library-FOIA

Sure are a lot of people plugged into that particular source. That said, I’m just wondering when you wind up stumbling over yourself. You’re jacked-in, in so many ways, via so many streams, that eventually, you encounter your own self.

COVERT ACTION: SPECIAL REPORT: SEYCHELLES INVASION

Right there, in the very first paragraph…

‘The morality of U.S. foreign policy continues to plummet.’

That’s from 1983. Wouldn’t that mean that U.S. foreign policy morality has been plummeting for 36 years? Assuming that whoever wrote this was correct, and that U.S. foreign policy morality was indeed plummeting in 1983.

Have I lost you? 

Welp, just this morning, I watched a guy on some British news program state that, starting with Africa, world starvation and human extinction is imminent. Since I personally am someone with an interest in time/time(s), I’m wondering on what basis they are establishing a timeline that pinpoints human demise. We’ve not a fucking clue where we came from, nor when, nor how. Just this week, I saw something that science is back on ponds being the original source of life, and not oceans. They’ve wafted back and forth between pond scum and ocean ooze as to which one was the source…

but they've actually no clue

So I’m wondering how it is that this Extinction Rebellion has somehow pinpointed a location on some graph that shows:

A) human extinction is inevitable, and;

B) starvation will be the mode of human extinction.

Individuals go extinct, all day, every day, and no one gives a flying fuck. Wait, what was that musing earlier about individual nodes and their importance?

^Fila Brazillia – Leonids^

You think it possible, that if we know where we came from, and when, we’ll have a better bead on when we are leaving, and how? Makes sense to me because it gives us a base, and most bases in time are a simultaneous kind of thing. If you know the beginning, you’ll know the end, and vice-versa.

But are you sure you want to know such a thing?

If I knew the exact date, place, time, and method of your own demise, would you want me to tell you? More than that, if you knew about someone else’s exact date, place, time, method of demise, are you going to tell them whether they want to know or not? You know, like, for the greater good and all that.

^Paul Van Dyk – For an angel (Original mix) [HD]^

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a wave?

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a detectable wave?

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a discernible wave?

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a wave capable of being surfed?

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a wave worthy of surfing?

How many atoms of oxygen/hydrogen need to be put into motion in order to generate a wave worthy of surfing for a big-wave surfer?

Surf’s up Kahuna.

Did I lose you yet again?

Just wondering what it takes to make like-minded people, into non-likeminded people. Getting like-minded people together seems to be a step in that direction.

Yep, your salvation is your doom. You are in a big fucking hurry…

to go absolutely nowhere
^Fatboy Slim & Riva Starr Ft. Beardyman – Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat (Lyric Video)^

And one last thing or two here – I don’t think it’s what you don’t know, nor how to find/make distinctions as to what you know/don’t know. To me, that’s kinda what helps us to be the individuals we are. A combination of knowing and non-knowing, all nestled in our own unique environments and circumstance. Take coal for example…

(and not to make diamonds, but rather to burn) 

Different conditions make different kinds of coal that are better/worse for burning. The Titanic was said to have taken on cheap coal because of the coal strikes of the time, and this cheap coal, by causing fires in the coal bunkers, would play a role in weakening the ship’s hull during the disaster.

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Me
You (Redirected from Your)
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The assertion being, cheap coal, purchased because there was a coal strike in 1912, and this cheap coal burning in the coal bunker where it was stored, weakened the hull of the ship.

Q: Did you know any of that?

A: ?!¿

I didn’t. But I do now. And now, so do you. What that means to you personally? I’ve not a fucking clue. I know where the information came from, but you don’t. You only know that I’ve passed it along.

^Birat Bitz – Ecstasy (Original Mix)[Bass Zone Music]^

Do you wanna know more?

Do you wanna know less?

Did you want to know any of that?

Do you care about any of that which I just told you?

Can you use any of that to see how finite connections are made in what are likely to be infinite and/or eternal wholes?

At 22:42 into the video below, and going forward to 23:55, you’ll see the bit(s) that references cheap coal, coal strikes, coal bunker fires, and smoking guns.

That said, are you willing to commit to the full 1 hour 29 minutes and 54 seconds to watch the entire video? Commit to putting that bit into a contextual ordering/sequence according to this particular story’s tale? Or do you just need to know that there are in fact different types of coal that come from different environments under different conditions.

This is just me, but that’s one of the things that makes us all unique. We’ve got our bits, we’ve got our roles, and we many times get to decide what those roles are/what parts we play. Not always, but sometimes. Lots of shit came together and came apart, over some pretty long spans of time, in order for us to be talking here and now, about nothing much in particular.

^Saving the Titanic | Full Documentary^

Get funky…

Get down…
Get down to the funky beat
^Crystal Distortion – CD EP3 – B – To The Funky Beat^

cYacFa

^Rage Against The Machine – Bulls On Parade^

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*Whoa, that’s fucking syncy, Clicky… /pats snout… I’ve been saving Cade’s missive to post today, butt we only remote viewed that movie together last night…*

American Goods

Previously at the LoL

Recently I’ve been remote viewing ‘American Gods’ with my good friend Cade FON Apollyon, Dear Reader, and I can thoroughly recommended the series…

*I think A Void in Red Frank’s universe would enjoy it, Clicky… /lights up…*

*So would the rest of the Mero VEEPs… /drags…*

‘Christmas 2007 was the most successful trading period in Boots’ history. No surprise then that Ernie K Doe’s track became their long running musical theme. Director: Traktor (Pontus and Ola). Creative team: Susan Hosking / Peter Robertson. Creative director: Damon Collins. Agency: Mother. Year: 2007′

*2007 was a turning point, Clicky… /streams smoke…*

*Feisty and candid, I like that, Clicky… /puffs… Get a Song…*

Further Adventures in Remote Viewing: Finding Fun Guy

I read a rather alarming report last night, Dear Reader, about a deadly fungus epidemic ‘sweeping the globe’…

*Yikes! …/lights up… I read a story once about a deadly fungus epidemic, Clicky… /drags… It scared the bejesus out me… /streams smoke…*

… Alarmed, yes, but not shocked, however, as I’d been picking up a reference to ‘fun guy’ during the remote viewing Cade and I indulged in over the last few days. It started on Thursday with a hankering to re-watch a movie I’d previously hated…

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*It’s true – I had been thinking about that movie all day, Clicky… /puffs…*

Cade and Roob remote view 3Cade and Roob remote view 4Cade and Roob remote view 5

… On Friday evening, we remote viewed two movies – ‘Galaxy Quest’,  a comedy, chosen by me…

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*I’d forgotten that one of the characters was called ‘Guy’, Clicky…/flicks ash…*

*IngerSOL? Hmm… /thinks…*

…And a movie chosen by Cade, with an unexpected ‘137’ connection…

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gerty moon

*/drags… Indeed, Spacey plays a ‘smiley face’, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*

And so, on to last night. Cade and I decided to remote view, or watch the ‘Watchmen’ movie, together…

Cade and Roob remote view 12

*/final drag… That is such a good flick, Click…*

*/snorts smoke… Who watches the watchmen, Clicky? As for epidemics of deadly fungus… /stubs butt… Seems the W.H.O. are washing their hands…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader…

Missive From ‘Merica: Rawr! What Is It Good For?

😀 Underdog Anthology 8 is now out and available to buy, Dear Reader…

…And if you ‘click’ on FREE PREVIEW, just above, you’ll be able to read my story, ‘BOGOF’ for free…

*Indeed the deal is pretty fuckin’ sweet, my lovely dolphin shaped assistant… /lights up…*

*Oh and Leggy posted one of his entries for free reading, Clicky… /drags… Excellent. That’s the sort of story you can’t stop thinking about. It does actually explain everything…*

*Aww, thanks, Clicky…/pats snout… When I chose ‘Tyger Tyger’ to mutilate for the Afterword, I had no idea what ‘orses were running in the today’s National… /streams smoke…*

…And now, Dear Reader, here is a missive from Cade. His stories in UA8 are particularly awesome reads…

Enjoy! ❤

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Heilig Glockenspiels Fledermauskumpel!!!

Deutschland is contemplating rearming themselves!!!

WITH NUKES!!!

^New nuclear weapons in Europe – The return of the Cold War? | DW Documentary^

Lemme know when your tits stop jiggling from the shock of that revelation, and we can then discuss the matter in a serious manner.

Deutschland is contemplating rearming themselves!!! WITH NUKES!!!

See what I did there?

I like the way you move baby.

rawr

But seriously, it seems the shoe is on the other foot. Has The USA already forgotten what lost the USSR the “Cold War” in the first place? Not that I personally think The Cold War ever ended, but it was said that we bankrupted them. Is us spending fucktons on weapons a smart thing to do? If The US and Europe has to endure another Cold War, it’s our own fucking fault. But can we endure another one? Is the US and a lot of the NATO nations prepared to lose this next Cold War? Are you ready to lead another Cold War? Are your citizens ready to fight another Cold War?

You reap what you sow?
^Exceptional Engineering – Harvesting Giants^

I’m not trying to stir your shit up. Seriously, for realz, I’m not. Just wondering what it is that we’d be fighting about. Before it was Democracy (Capitalism) vs. Communism (Socialism). But what is it now? Russia has an axe or two to grind. One, being beaten, and two being snubbed after being beaten. What do we in the West have? On what grounds do we stand? The fact that Russia may have an axe to grind? I would imagine they’d only be interested if we put them in that position.

 Digress

Lots of nations kinda lucked-out with WWII in that they were able to acquire all kinds of territories during the course of the war. But currently, we have no war. None where any real lands can be acquired in such a way that you can plant your flag, claim it as your own, and your citizens and/or allies will nod in agreement. So with that in mind, where in the fuck is this land that countries are wanting to make a grab for? Where could they be?

^The new battle for North Pole supremacy – VPRO documentary^

Yes…those are some extremely long documentaries. Yes, I am an unemployed loser who has nothing better to do than to sit around all day becoming educated and informed on things. No, I am not an authority on anything. I guess that makes me an authority on nothing. Heh…heh…heh. Wait, did I lose you there?

Q1: Without a nothing, how can a something be defined?

A1: ???

Q2: What is this razor that shaves this line from a nothing into a something?

A2: ¿¿¿

We in our Age tend to rely on the presence of certain things in order to determine was is/is not. The big one is certification(s) via established bodies.

Degrees

From Associate Degrees to Black Belts, we like to use particular foundries to temper the knowing from the non-knowing…the learned from the unlearned…the known from the unknown. Some kind of something to reflect a prowess or a deficiency in a certain area. The standard logic is that knowledge gives you smarts, and experience gives you wisdom. But what if one were to spend their life trying to avoid knowledge? And I’m talking about a person who has the ability to absorb and understand knowledge, but for whatever reason, they personally feel a need to stay away from it.

Lemme guess…a loser. A slacker. A chickenshit. A waste of space. Void. Ichabod.

^MC 900 Ft Jesus – Talking To The Spirits^

I realize that I prolly sound like Darth Vader above.

“If only you knew the power of the dark side.” – Darth Vader

Cept in my case, I seem to be espousing the power of dumb. Which I guess is also dark since everyone seems to equate knowledge with light for some odd reason. Welp, think of it like this, we in our time are hung up on causality and causal effects. We really don’t seem to give a flying fuck about what happened, and spend on our time on why a something happened. The key is, the time and timing. After. We care after. Why “before” has different motivators prior to than after. Chance. We’re willing to take chances. Play the odds. Hedge our bets via someone else’s game(s). Hide truth and truths, then roll the dice.

Me? I wanna know what’s going on in that dark.

^The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Eskimo Remix) (HQ)^

From the time I was quite young, it was drilled into me “to know God’s plan for me.” Problem is, that practical applications of this approach never seemed to work real well. The better I did, the worse off I seemed to be. I’d get to the top, only to find that this was not good enough.

WTF? 

I’m exactly where you said I should be, and yet this is not good enough? My reward is scowls and contempt?

Wait...one...fucking...second here

What if, “God’s Plan” for me personally, was for me to be “a little bit dirty, and a little bit clean”? I suck at being bad, and I suck at being good. What if I’m supposed to be good at being indifferent? I mean, to be completely honest, if “God” has a plan for me, doesn’t that mean that “Satan” or “Lucifer” or who the fuck ever has a plan for me too? I’m sick of walking the edge on these two fuckers’ sides. I’m sick of always being in peril no matter which side I choose.

I know…I’ll put a foot on each side, and see how that goes. Maybe I’ll better understand both of these dipshits, and that’ll help me better understand my own dipshitty self. That may make zero sense to you who are reading this, but it makes perfect sense to me.

But enough about me
^Todd Terje – Inspector Norse Best Live Version^

Space and spaces of all kinds is where war is headed. We gotta figure out how to do it here if we are going to figure out how to do it there. At ground level, above ground level, underground, under water, under water underground, macrowar, microwar, you name it…the current void and voids is where it will be. Gonna be smooth as fuck, and I personally cannot wait.

^DEMOU – Like Velvet^
!!! HAPPZY FRIZDAY FUCKERZ !!! 

Wrote that shit yesterday, and what was the very first fucking thing to appear in front of my fat fucking face on this fine Friday?

Paul Craig Roberts: Where Is The World Headed?

Some freaky female from a far afield felt the need to tweet that out, and it hit my eyeballs as soon as I opened Twitter this morning.

Coincidence?

“The fulminations and threats from Washington against Russia brought forth new Russian weapon systems for which the US has no match or defense, weapons that demote the US to a second-rate military power.”

What is this “fear of second”? Oh wait, we’re talking about war here.

Second = loser

But that’s not really what interests me. “The Russians” were ahead of The US in just about every way back during The Cold War, so as best I can tell at this point, is that this is prolly more about a race to Mars than it is about shooting wars. But there is The North Pole to consider. And of course Antarctica. Which speaking of, when I opened YouTube to start listening to music? Guess what was waiting for me there.

^What Buzz Saw In Antartica Frightened Him So Bad That He Tweeted These Words…^

What…Buzz…saw.

rofl

Buzzsaw. That’s funny. Not as funny as Ali G calling Buzz Aldrin “Buzz Lightyear” to his face, but funny.

Digress

Um, I admit that I’ve pondered Buzz Aldrin’s comments about “evil” for some time now. Seeing something you do not understand is likely going to immediately cause one to qualify it as “evil”. Especially if you are seeing some things that I’m assuming that he saw.

EX: If you are looking at a flower with the naked eye, and you suddenly start seeing the genetic makeup of that same flower from the beginning of time to the end of time, you are likely going to be confused as fuck as to what you are seeing. And I’m talking about every genetic mutation/variation that took place from the beginning of time, that led up to the creation of this particular flower, and every genetic mutation/variation that will take place from now until the end of time.

So yeah, you see the entirety of eternity through the window of this one flower, and you see it in a very short period of time. Like running a movie backwards and forwards at the same time, on fast forward both ways, and you see the entirety in the span of a few seconds.

Now, if you have some context, some of what you see may make sense. Like say, you’ve seen this particular movie before, you may be able to pick out some things that make sense, but overall, it’s a fucking mess. But what if you’ve never seen this movie before? Yeah, it’s likely that none of it will make sense. Especially if this is not an experiment that you personally have setup.

It’s something that…just happens…while you are looking at a flower. Or maybe looking at some something in Antarctica. Or looking for some something in Antarctica.

^Nine Inch Nails – Down In It lyrics^

I know…you prolly think it impossible for someone to see anything like what I just described. Even tho I just described it, and I personally see it, you still think it impossible.

Q: Are you possible?

A: ?¿?

I’mpossible too.

^Republica – Ready to Go (Official Video)^

If there is a God, you really think this fat-headed fuck wants to throw people into some place of eternal suffering forever? I mean yeah, they prolly wanna throw me into some place of eternal suffering for calling them a fat-headed fuck, but I’m talking about your average person. Just wondering, if God is wanting to damn them, why in the fuck are you trying to save them? More than that, why aren’t they trying to save themselves? Are you prepared for “the tough questions”? Or you just gonna shrug them off. What about the tough answers. You ready for those? Yeah, I dunno either.

I guess we'll see
^empirion – The Dark Inside me^

Maybe your own warlike state and warlike inclinations are what keeps you from this enlightenment you seek?

/me shrugs
^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Live At Red Square, Moscow – Russia 1997)^

Does this list piss you off? Not complete enough? Too subjective? Too many omissions? Includes shit you don’t agree with? Wanna fight about it?

^Evolution of Electronic Music – 1955 to 2017 (V2)^

cYacFa

^The Avalanches – ‘Frontier Psychiatrist’^

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*No idea what you mean… /stubs butt… Could you fetch a Song to finish with, Clicky…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀

*Hmm… Underdog Anthologies are the perfect loo reads, Clicky…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Doodlebugging

Dear Reader, the release of Underdog Anthology 8: Transgenre Dreams in imminent…

UA8 Cover

… At 230 pages it’s a bumper edition and, fingers crossed, will be available to purchase later this week. Butt for right now… Cade F.O.N. Apollyon, who has written two wonderful stories – one of which made me pee myself laughing; the other made me sob – and five lively poems for the latest anthology, has sent through a lovely missive. To tide us over 😉

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*Know ‘er will be the next post, Clicky… /pats snout… Patience…*

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THE PROSECUTOR: Tries to get them in.

THE DEFENSE: Tries to get them out.

THE JUDGE: Tries to get them to where they need to be.

Is that right? Am I right on that? Notwithstanding corruptions of all kinds, is that the basis of a legal proceeding? It just occurs to me, that any competition is always a minimum of 1 v 2, not 1 v 1. Kinda 3  on 3, ‘cept, just 3, battling for 1.

So confusing
^MS MR – Hurricane (Official Video)^

What? You don’t get it? Well fuck me runnin’…you can’t have a contest without a rule set, rule sets, or some kind of governing body of some kind. Without that extra layer, there can be no contest, right? What happens if both competitors show up, all juiced up on steroids and blasted out of their minds on cocaine?

Yeah...the law...it wins.
^Bobby Fuller Four – I Fought The Law(1966)^

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Yeah, Brexit is on my mind since March 29th has come and gone. See, here in Texas, we have these things called Antlions. I included a pic at the beginning of this whatever.

Antlion

An ant or some other creature wanders by, they fall into the pit these Antlions construct, and the more the wayward creature struggles and tries to escape, the more the pit collapses in on itself…keeps the hapless fucker trapped. I mean, who the fuck would go to all that trouble of creating a capture infrastructure that also lets individuals come and go as they please?

^Hee Haw Where Are You Tonight^

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Today I learned that April Fool’s pranks cannot be played after noon. I actually think I’ve heard that before, but I’ve never adhered to that rule because I’ve a weird clock. Seriously, if I work the evening shift, I may not see many of my friends until sometime after noon. How can I participate if there are all these conflicting rules? Not only that, but what does it say about the current structures of the modern workday(s)? Do the modern modalities and stipulations with respect to employment leave any room for the employee?

Or is that too much of a stretch for you?

Holidays, work, nah…not related in the slightest.

^Pixies :: No. 13 Baby :: Extended Version (not official) :: with lyrics^

Ever heard of something called HTA? In 1971, Esso had “three new fuels” with something called HTA in them. I guess some kind of additive to reduce engine hesitation via fuel performance.

Q: Is it possible to find out what products a company had available at a specific time, and if so, what those products contained and why?

A: ? ¿

I’d like to know what kinds of materials a pair of socks contained back in the 1970’s, but it would appear my quest is akin to finding a needle in a stack of needle-stacks.

Digress

Esso

Nope…no mention of “HTA” there. Let’s go straight to the source.

Esso

Hrm…it would seem that for North America, Esso only has retail locations in Canada now, so I’d imagine that any 1970’s products and their components would likely not be mentioned. But, let’s give it a whirl anyway.

Esso Canada

Nope. Went to the search function, searched for “HTA” (without quotes), and “no results found” was my reward. I know! Let’s us try this!

Exxon

FUCK! No mention of HTA there either. OK, so, let’s go the corporate route.

ExxonMobil

“Your search returned no results for HTA”

/me scratches head

OK…so…let’s just go to Google, and see if we can search for “what is HTA in gasoline”, and see what we can find via that.

High Temperature Accelerant Fires

Shit…just took a turn…for the surreal. But what’s this?

Improved Fuel Distribution-A New Role For Gasoline Additives

Le sigh

You can read the article for free, but you have to create an account to read the article.

^Esso (Exxon) Gasoline Commercial (1971)^

On my last gasps here, it appears that The EPA has a list of all registered gasoline additives.

List Of Registered Gasoline Additives

I guess “registered” is the key word. No “HTA” on that list either. But, there’s hope I guess…

Uneasy Rider: The Interstate Way Of Knowledge

To be honest, my Google searching has so fucking many HTA’s, and these HTA’s mean so goddamn many things, no telling what in the fuck HTA was…or is…or will be…

Dennis Klein’s Gas Engine Water Additive

But what’s this? Can it be? Have I finally hit…paydirt?

Encyclopedia of Chemical Processing and Design: Volume 2 – Additive to Alpha

Seems that some someone somewhere invented some something called “HTA”, and this some something is

“a mixture of nonpolymeric amines”

which are

“said to minimize wetting by gasoline of the intake system metal oxide layer.”

And so, we’ve possibly got our “HTA stuff” figured out, and what this HTA stuff does, but this is where shit really gets interesting, because the author goes on to possibly tell how it does it.

“Rather, small droplets are formed which tend better to be entrained in the air stream, thus reducing maldistribution due to a high inertia liquid film.”

OK, so, “polymer” is mentioned in a “nonpolymeric” context, and what immediately popped into my head was stringy, springy stretchy things, and “bubbles”. “Misting” of fuel(s) is usually required in order to get a particular fuel to burn the way you want it to. But gasoline is already quite unstable, so it’s usually a case of keeping it from burning until you want it to. Are they trying to keep the gasoline from creating bubbles/droplets and create “sheets” instead? There’s mention of film, and more than that, a high inertia liquid film. I wonder what that could mean?

Film – a thin skin or membrane

God does not play dice?

^Prodigy fans line the streets for Keith Flint funeral | ITV News^

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Braintree? Keith Flint and Prodigy were from Braintree? Stephen King had a “Braintree Texas” in his book/movie The Stand.

Weird

Braintree is not a real town in Texas btw. Neither is Arnette. But there is an Arnett, TX.

Local time: Monday 11:33 AM

Weather: 49°F (9°C), Wind NE at 5 mph (8 km/h), 55% Humidity

That’s the weather for Arnett, TX on this fine Monday of April 1st.

How are you today?
^Primus – Too Many Puppies^

There was something in the news recently about churches and roller skating/roller skaters. I guess there were a couple of assholes brought swords to the party, one took the other’s sword away, and some motherfucker wound up getting cut because one of the swords was a shade more “swordy” than the other.

Hebrews 4:12?
^Chvrches – “Now is Not The Time”^

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So back to the HTA crap, um…where were we?

Nonpolymeric
Polymeric
Polymer
Polymer

K, so, they are indeed trying to keep some stretchy and stringy things from forming, but what is this “ amines” crap?

Amines
Amine
Amine
Ammonia, eh?

Ammonia has been appearing on my radar a lot lately, but you don’t care about that, so let’s keep going with whatever in the fuck HTA is, how it works in gasoline, and why it was there in the first place.

Sheeting
What is Cascade’s sheeting action?
Wetting
Thin Film
Wafer (Electronics) (Redirected from Thick Film)

You think any concepts like these are applicable in…the spiritual realms? It’s just, I’m about to have to wander off into concepts like detonation, pre-ignition and all kinds of abnormal combustion that you prolly have no interest in.

It's sapping my will to read/type
^CHVRCHES – Lies^

Here’s the thing, earlier today, there was some more nonsense about “junk food” and it causing cancerous advertising or some such nonsense, and it really got me to thinking about my own relationships with sustenance. I don’t think some people realize what kind of razor blade I sometimes have to ride with respect to eating. Or maybe, they do, and they just want me to buy their junk food instead of someone else’s. Or maybe they couldn’t care less about me and my needs. That said, it has occurred to me from time to time that there are those that are well aware of some of the cancer dynamics, but ain’t saying nothing.

Like maybe, that there is a structural societal cancer build on top of disease that is so embedded, that removal of the disease is likely to be fatal to these systems that our societies function in and upon. Google is telling me that there are 18 million healthcare workers in the US alone, and there’s no real qualification as to what that means. Is someone who manufactures the sheets that go on the beds of an MRI machine considered “a healthcare worker”? Irrespective, I doubt very seriously that 60+ million healthcare workers worldwide are ready to be out of work. What does junk food and shaving have to do with Newtonian physics and HTA gasoline additives from the 1970’s?

I dunno yet. Working on it tho
^’Zdarlight’ DIGITALISM by Åbäke^

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Meh…this Brexit shit has me down.

I'm leaving
^White Magic^

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cYa | cFa

^Tangerine Dream – Love On A Real Train (State Azure Cover)^

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*I told you, the next post, Clicky… /sigh… Come on, we need a Song to end…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤