Missive From ‘Merica: Hitting Hun Dread (Knot Out)

#100 is attached.

We’re both 50.

Coincidence? 😉

Have fun.

❤

-cade

That’s the email message that accompanied the missive that is set out for you below, Dear Reader. I received it yesterday evening from Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US…

RoobiCade So-So Production convo

Just to be clear, this is our 100th Missive From ‘Merica…

Enjoy! ❤

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!!!HAPPY FUCKING DENTS PRESENT DAY!!!

Yep.

Dents are present.

Dense is likely present as well.

I am here after all.

Not to mention I am dense with dents.

Happy Birthday Geo Dub.

HBD to all other US Presidents as well.

Fuckit...

If today is your birthday, and you aren’t a President, American or otherwise, Happy Fucking Birthday to you too! ❤

^”To Anacreon in Heaven” A.K.A. The Drinking Song^

roflbrothel

Ever heard of ClearType?

ClearType

I mentioned this to someone last night, and it got me to thinking about eye-strain and/or difficulty reading screen fonts on a computer monitor. Me being me, I began thinking about my own settings on my own computer, remembered that this is NOT my computer, then went in to check my own settings.

ClearType, was off 😐

It’s on now tho. The screen fonts look COMPLETELY different. Instead of blocky and chunky fonts with ragged edges, my screen fonts are now soft and smooth and MUCH easier to read. Granted, this computer setting makes the color(s) of screen fronts a shade more “fuzzy” and less distinct, but it also adds an element that makes what’s on-screen, a shade easier to read. Looks much more like what you would see on a printed page instead of the pixelated sharp edges that are sometimes present on computer fonts.

^WHERE’S THE MONEY LEBOWSKI^

While looking for 18th century folk music, I found this…

18th Century Songbook Introduction

That first bit has me brain to thinking a bit.

“If you are unfamiliar with 18th century print, you may want to educate yourself about the usage of the so-called “long s” or “medial s”, which causes a lot of people to wonder why printers in the 18th century used an “f” where they should’ve used an “s”. The simple fact is, they didn’t – that thing that looks like an “f” is, in fact, an “s”.”

If you haven’t noticed, I don’t like quoting text from other websites. I’ve no problem stealing images and music, but stealing text is where I draw the line. I figure if you want to read about it, you will. If you don’t, no problem. If I parse the fuck out of someone else’s work, and post large blocks of it here, just to make a point of my own, I’ve likely no point of my own to make, and am just chiming in my endorsement of what someone else has said.

Not knocking people that do this, because that’s how we learn. There are FUCKTONS of standards and principles to stand upon, and we need those things. But at the same time, I think not formulating our own opinions in our own times about these principles, actually has the effect of making them less principled. I’m not endorsing sin, nor disorder and chaos, nor lascivious riotous rampages. Just making an observation that when a certain something, gains a certain weight and momentum, irrespective of what it is, it’s likely going to create sinful chaotic disorder and lascivious riotous rampages.

Doesn't matter what it is.

The more dense the hammer, the more “work” gets done.

^The Chieftains – The Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Lyrics)^

Ever heard of a non-sparking hammer?

OSH Answers Fact Sheets

My dad had a coupla small brass anvils that he used for machining and molding certain metal parts. But brass is expensive as fuck, so, when I was in high school, I took a metals-shop class, and made him an aluminum ball peen hammer on the lathe in class. I fucked the handle part up, which was also aluminum, and had to cut it off real short. Aluminum is also expensive as fuck, so I couldn’t afford to buy another piece of aluminum stock to make another one.

So…pop got what was likely the shortest aluminum ball peen hammer ever, hand-made by the biggest fuckup ever who should likely never be allowed within a coupla-zip codes of tools of any kind.

Anyway, the hammer was aluminum, so it was light as FUCK. It was almost like you were not holding anything when holding that hammer. I checked several times as to whether he had ever used it, and he said he did, but I don’t think he did. To his credit, I did notice that he sometimes carried it in his tool bag.

^Roast Beef Of Old England – (Lyrics) Arr.P.M.Adamson^

Great. Now all I need, is…

Some wood,

Kindling,

An ignition source,

A fireplace,

A house to put it in,

A wife to put in the house,

Kids to buy shit for,

An education and/or certification(s),

A job to give me money,

A car to get to the job and store,

Insurance to pay for what is assumed to be incompetence and/or negligence on someone’s part,

Food to wolf down when I can find the time to eat when and if I can afford it,

Credit card to buy shit I can’t afford,

Bank account to hold my money long enough to transfer it to the credit card company,

…simple.

So yeah. There are “principles” fucking everywhere.

Q: I wonder if “principle” is as principle(d) as it once was?

A: ?!!!?

Or has it gotten…muddy. What am I talking about?

Well...language silly.

Language.

^Tri Martolod [Alan Stivell] Chant Breton.flv^

I’ve been noticing some clever techniques utilized by rippers, in order to upload copyrighted movies/video to YouTube. It appears that some are adding shadow movies to the rips in order to better disguise the digital contents of film/video. Like, they’ll rip one movie, then remove virtually all contrast from it to where shadows are barely visible, and then, rip the other movie and layer them into a single video. They may even be layering the same video rip, but they have two video streams that are out of synch.

I dunno. I just know that it was kinda creepy watching two movies at the same time, especially when you don’t know what that second movie is.

It got me to thinking about…

yep...

subliminal messages/subliminal messaging.

I’ve thought a lot about throughput within the human body, and in and around our environment of current times. We seem to make certain distinctions that the Earth/Terra itself is old as fuck, while everything else is new and modern and advanced…civilization. If that’s true, that leads me only to time…and stepping.

But I'll get back to that later.

What really caught my attention, was foley. The BBC is famous for their…erm…”liberal use” of sound effects and music. Especially in their documentaries. The appearance of music, and the timing of the appearance, the tempo, the type, the timbre…it’s all there to provoke an emotional response. To tell you how to feel. To tell you that if you aren’t feeling something, you should be. If you are feeling something, but aren’t feeling “this way”, you should be.

Let's be fair tho. Let's flip that script.

What if, the author(s) of said documentary/documentaries are simply telling you how they felt when writing and making this flick? It is their flick afterall. Nothing is requiring you to watch it. If they have some information that you need or want, and this is the only source, and if you don’t like the packaging, welp, that’s just too fucking bad for you…eh? They did all the legwork, they paid all the bills that came due before you showed up, therefore, they are the well…right?

Would you like one scoop, or two, with your reality dose?

It’s going to be both. The tides of information are always there. Sometimes a raging torrent of crashing waves, sometimes a mill-pond with a sheen of glass. Waters are always disturbing…even when undisturbed.

^Drinking Water On An Empty Stomach Immediately After Waking Up!^

4 glasses? 4 glasses for everyone?

What if you are 5’2″ tall and weigh 80 pounds?

What if you are 5’2″ tall and weigh 280 pounds?

What if you are 6’3″ tall and weigh 80 pounds?

What if you are 6’3″ tall and weigh 280 pounds?

What if your BMI is 8%?

What if your BMI is 80%?

What if your Carbon Footprint is 8%?

What if your Carbon Footprint is 80%?

Cloquet Fire

I just can’t buy that there is a “one-size-fits-all” morning water intake that cures all of those diseases for every person. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure that I only have 2 of the diseases listed, and both of those are supposedly hereditary…Asthma, Allergies, even tho they didn’t specifically mention allergies.

Devil’s Cigarette Lighter

Not saying that drinking water after waking isn’t a shocker on the system, because it is. If I drink water after waking from sleep, my body goes into motherfucking convulsions. But we aren’t talking about me here, we’re talking standards. We’re talking base(s) and basis. We’re talking principles.

Great Fire of London

I mean…parents…are you really that stupid? Or is it that we are electing a bunch of unsure self-debasers into positions of power so that they can self-flagellate their own personal guilt(s), shame(s) and failure(s) via shitty legislation. Who are these people who volunteer to put themselves into these positions where they can do no right…only wrong? It’s just a matter of who, and when, as to who is booing you, and who is cheering you.

Great Fire of 1910

Seems to me, that booing and/or cheering might be the problem. Or at least, “a” problem. You yell and bitch to them when they don’t show up, then you yell and bitch at them when they do show up. Where is it that we’ve all this free time to scream or cheer?

Shouldn't you be at work or doing something productive/constructive?

Weird seeing that contruction seems to sometimes be a factor in destruction.

^Documentary: The Fire of London^

Where were you? Yeah…we know where you are now, and we know where you stand…now.

Where were you then?

Where did you stand…then?

Being there.

Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it blows.

Sometimes it rocks.

Sometimes…it is what it is.

No one can piss off self, worse than self.

Just sayin'.

^a la nanita nana.wmv^

K…so, got to watching this documentary last night, and it got me to thinking about a lot of things. Ancient maps that accurately depict Antarctica “long before it’s discovery” is one of the things I got to thinking about. But I’m gonna digress here and take another tack.

After the doc, I stumbled over to a certain somewhere, and noticed a certain someone(s) had made some comments to another certain someone’s comments. A la, me, Roob, and Clicky.

Digress-ish.

I’ve been trying to get over to Hugo’s Probe and read his latest, but I’ve not read the one before that either, so, yeah…I’m all fucked up. Let’s seek center.

Digrestless.

Anyway, tunneling. Outside, inside and through. Barriers and shielding(s) that are as much a part of the conduit as anything else. I mean, a cable has a purpose…right? Keep shit out, keep shit in, and once our cabling we are creating does that, the cable itself becomes a whole that is wholly irrelevant, save for the “in” and “out” ends.

Now all we need to do, is plug something into something else via this conduit, and the conduit will play it’s part.

Q: How is this relevant with say…radio and broadcast television? What about…windmills?

A: ...

How could this POSSIBLY relate to mangroves and water(s) and water bears and aerobic bacteria that tunnel for their oxygen when no oxygen is present?

Welp, spin. Oh, and time(s). Three of them actually. Three times that are embedded in one. And that one time is part of the makeup of a time that is further nested in and with three other times.

So…4 times, which contains 1 time that contains 3.

HeightTime + WidthTime + DepthTime + TimeTime = Time

Each axis has two bases, moving and non-moving, and each of those correlate with the other two axes.

Juggling axes. We must be talking time and/or time and matter. Energy/energies must be in there somewhere too.

The deep end…I’ve gone off it.

^Sodom And Gomorrah (Biblical Archaeology Documentary) | Timeline^

We’ve got anger. We need somewhere to put that anger. I’m your man.

Or at least, I certainly can be.

Um…anyone have a label for that? Some kind of social defect or mental illness or personality flaw or spiritual/moral deviance or psychic disability? Maybe all of those?

If you know of any of those nasty associations that are applicable to me, please feel free to label me as such, and then let me know what those are via either direct or indirect means…whatever you think best.

I might need to seek professional help after you’ve finished with me.

^A Man’s A Man For A’ That (Opening of Scottish Parliament) – Sheena Wellington^

Did you know, that on September 10th/11th, of 2000, there was a meeting of The Royal Society to discuss the possible man-made origins of HIV/AIDS? Welp, there was. For the first time ever, an outsider was let in.

Origins of HIV and the AIDS Epidemic

Weird. That says September 11-12, but the documentary I watched last night said it was on September 10-11.

Weird.

AIDS Origins

I wonder if one place is better than another for obtaining information one seeks?

Tests fail to support claims for origin of AIDS in polio vaccine

I thought that two heads were better than one?

Select Committee on Health Minutes of Evidence – Annex J – MEMORANDUM BY THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH PUBLIC HEALTH (PH1) (contd.)

Unless you are planning on cutting one of the heads off after finding what you are looking for.

Education-line: Browse by Subject: Misconceptions

I wonder which head makes that decision?

The European Peptide Society – Newsletter Number 24, January 2001

It’s a lot to take in.

Publications Details for: CISNet: Coral Bleaching, UV Effects, and Multiple Stressors in the Florida Keys

Of course, to be fair, there’s a lot going on.

Australian Academy of Science – Annual report 2000-2001

Not only is there lot’s going on, it appears it’s going on all over the place.

National Center for Homeopathy – September 2000

Looks like it's been going on for a long time too.

^ALMERIA´S FACE Bécquer Capuletto^

Ever heard this song before?

My time, O ye Muses, was happily spent

No? You aren’t hip or hep enough to know that song? WTF?!?!? I thought you knew everything! Welp, regardless, below is a song that contains a dude playing…

A LUTE!!!

Not only that, there’s a chick playing what appears to be a 7-string Cello!!!

WTF?!?!?

Viol

Oh…Viol. Not, Viola de Gamba? Maybe it’s both. Prolly considerations to be made there with respect to contextual social situations. I mean, if you are an American, and you are in Germany, you don’t call shit shit. Contextually, it’s called…scheiße.

Scheiße

Same shit, different name.

^John Dowland – Away with these self loving lads (live and unedited)^

I guess I can post that video where The Royal Society met up to discuss the possibility that Polio vaccines actually caused HIV/AIDS. Irrespective, it’s creepy as fuck to think that Polio vaccine comes from minced simian kidneys. This path I find myself on seems…familiar.

Scary.

^The Origin of HIV Aids – The best documentary – Channel 4^

I’m writing this whatever in OpenOffice’s Writer application. This will be my/our 100th. I still get a shade lost in this editor since I’ve only started using it. Don’t really need any of the formatting tools for these things, since it seems that the uglier the formatting that I send to Roob, the prettier she makes it.

Woman's touch I guess.

Anyway, today in America, is a day that was originally set aside to mark President George Washington’s birthday. Abraham Lincoln’s birthday is also in February on the 12th, so when I was a kid, we always looked forward to February because there was all kinds of shit going on.

November and December were madness in our family because of all the holidays and birthdays jammed in there, but after January 1st? There was a long winter dry-spell of not much of anything at all until Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day meant a countdown to Valentine’s Day, but it also meant Lincoln and Washington’s birthdays, as well as a mention to the Chinese Lunar New Year.

It is the purpose of school to teach. To omit and streamline is to limit. To create limits in schools is to teach limits. To teach limits is to test limits and limitations. To test limits and limitations is to filter. To get the cream to rise, which then itself can then be separated.

Sounds like a volcano.

My country…I love it. Sometimes, I even like it. But if you personally want everyone to agree with you, what’s with all the yelling? Doesn’t sound like you are looking for anything ‘cept a fight.

Someone to beat on.

Why on earth, would someone need another to beat on? I mean, what would you do if there were no one to beat on? Would you start beating on yourself? Or would you start beating-off?

^Fair Iris I Love and Hourly I Die John Dryden Audiobook^

I’m listening.

Pho! pox of this nonsense, I prythee give over

Just not sure what to do after hearing.

Guess I’ll keep going.

^Oberon from Peter Brook’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1970)^

Sometimes…ya just gotta get lost.

Maybe I’ll get found.

Or more loster.

Or both.

^Lolita – Sailor, Your Home Is The Sea (U.S. hit version 1960)^

cYa | cFa

^Yelawolf – American You^

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Not sure that’s real. #PresidentsDay2018 pic.twitter.com/cknzUnDNnK

— You Had One Job (@_youhadonejob1) February 19, 2018

We hope you’ve enjoyed this 100th Missive From ‘Merica, Dear Reader. And if you didn’t? …Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Valentine’s… Knot!

Brrr! Dear Reader, I have to say, the weather is particularly chilly today…

*Ooh Click, a favourite flick… /lights up… And tomorrow just ‘appens to be Valentine’s…*

* /drags… That’s a lot of sevens mentioned in those brief clips, Clicky. Interesting… /streams smoke…*

*Jesus fuck! /drops fag… What’s up, Clicky? Slow down… /retrieves cigarette…*

*A missive? From Cade? …/:D… Goody! I’ll go change the post title… /points… you go get a Song… /stubs butt… And calm down, Clicky! Some decorum please… /sprints…*

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Here, we see some “Grid Girls” in their unnatural habitat…watching with delight, in anticipation of the steady paycheck that their job affords them, as two legitimate and self-made ladies size each-other up just prior to fisting each other in a public spectacle.

There are also plenty of “Camera Men” on hand to catch the action, and the video(s) they take, will in turn be sold to millions of “Viewer Ships”. I admit, that I have no idea what that one guy trying to get between the “Fisting Ring Wraiths” is doing. He’s likely there is some decorative capacity…

just for show.

After meticulous study of the above image(s), one can only assume, that behind every good “Grid Girl” is a “Quid Dude”.

But let’s us not focus on that noise. Dunno bout you, but I’ve gotten myself all hot and bothered pondering the goings on in that pic. I’ve now have a wet, swampy mess in my shorts, and you are likely quite chilly…so let’s make some sweet sweet icy love noises.

^Hear the Otherworldly Sounds of Skating on Thin Ice | National Geographic^

Expansion.

Growth.

Change and changes.

Changing.

It’s rough to know what to think about these concepts. Especially if you make and keep a more binary/tertiary observational outlook within your own personal unary thoughtstream(s). It allows for a more Quaternary base within thine own head, which should allow you to perhaps not be so single minded as to the concept of dynamic unary systems.

“Single minded” in this instance, means “fear”.

Not telling you to be afraid, nor to not be afraid, just maybe be more mindful of fear when you as an individual notice it. NOT noticing it, is noticing it. Weird thought…eh?

Anyway, a few weeks ago we got us a pretty good freeze, and the outside firepit that whatshername bought last year…froze. It was full of water, so yeah…it froze when the weather changed…big shock. But when I noticed the ice, what caught my eye was how the water had expanded, and how there were multiple layers of ice within the firepit.

What occurred to me, was the importance of the water finding a new state, as the environment(s) around this concentration of water also changed. There were obviously layers of air that had weaved themselves within this small concentration of water, and when I poked my finger through the layers of ice, I began to think about the dynamics that caused this ice-layering phenomenon to occur. This firepit is basically just an giant metal bowl on legs that you can put wood into and burn it. Great for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and is also great for sitting outside on a cold night and just watching the flames dance. It really doesn’t keep you physically warm per-se, but…what is…warming?

We do have a soul, and might even have some spirit. I wonder what warms that?

^Rare Video: Japan Tsunami | National Geographic^

That ice has had me to thinking for months. But most tend to take a “top-down” view of ice, and tend to ignore the surrounding air completely. So, not only does this have me turning that frozen firepit sideways and/or upside down while contemplating the hot/cold layers of surround air(s), it has me to thinking about…HUMANS!!!

Contextually anyway.

We do need air and water. We need other stuff too. But, is the presence of water alone, really indicative of the ability to support life? Science sure seems to think so. As a result, I have lined up some pictures for your consideration as to what is inviting, and what is not.

Oh…and someone posted this video somewhere. You are likely completely capable of determining the palatability of the music contained therein 🙂

^Why this awful sounding album is a masterpiece^

The Great Barrier Reef in Australia. Absolutely beautiful, and it appears to love you too. Although, it might be important to point out, that…

you cannot live on a reef.

If your ship sinks or plane crashes near a reef, you may want to let the sharks eat you. Ever walked on coral before? Ever walked on coral after your feet have been wet for 2 or 3 days? Quite used to eating raw fish? OK, I’ll give you that one.

BUT!!!

Outside of a Sushi restaurant, can you, starving and under duress, determine by sight which fishes are edible, and which ones aren’t? You can’t build a fire on a reef. Plus, that sunburn of yours is making you hate heat of any kind with a motherfucking PASSION.

Not to mention, that rules and regulations are such that you can’t just go visit the Great Barrier Reef; it has to be preserved for future generations. As such, if you board a boat and go out to the reef and start splashing around…yeah, the Australian air force is likely gonna see you out there. And when you get back to shore, they are gonna haul your ass to jail, and fine the fuck out of you. SOMETHING has to pay for all that overhead of airplanes and ships and approved scientific studies.

GET YOUR ASS BACK TO YOUR LAND HOLE WHERE YOU BELONG!!!

Sure…it’s beautiful. Perhaps even inviting. But not very hospitable.

Aokigahara Forest, or, “Sea Of Trees” in Japan. Stunning, and of course the masterpiece of a mountain known as Mount Fuji in the background.

Nevermind Bigfoot and/or bears, nor even death by exposure, starvation and/or dehydration… Aokigahara Forest is also known as “The Suicide Forest”. I wonder where it got that name. I wonder how it got that name. I wonder how bad it is to wander in that particular forest. No telling what you are going to see, but there’s a good chance that you are going to see some shit you don’t want to.

Plus, you can’t just pack some shit and go live in a forest. Only crazy people do shit like that. You gotta stick with and by the rules. Play by the rules. Live by the rules. Die by the rules. There are rules…

and they rule.

OK…go live in a fucking forest. See if I care. Just remember to buy all the shit that others say you need before you go.

Ahhhhh…Kiev…at night! So beautiful. So inviting. People everywhere. Just hangin’ out and chillin’.

Good luck getting there. Good luck getting out.

Good luck not winding up on every fucking intelligence agency’s radar, just because it’s been a lifelong dream of yours to go see and visit Kiev before you die. It’s just unfortunate that it took you so long to work your ass off and save up the cash to go when you did. Times change. Needs and wants change. Too bad you weren’t forward-thinking enough to change your dream destination from Kiev to Las Vegas. Don’t you watch the news?

So much for this stupid-assed “bucket list” concept...eh?

Of course, this doesn’t say much for the concept of “empire” either.

pre 911

A storm is brewing outside of one of the most famous and magnificent cities in history. But luckily, the mighty and awe-inspiring infrastructure is there to protect us from any and all storms.

We are mighty.

We are Americans.

We are American.

We are America!!!

(rawr)

Did you see the storm coming? Or do you see the storm already being there.

VERY hospitable.

But let’s upgrade and modernize. No need to dwell on the past.

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All wounds healed, perfect perfection of order reattained. Time to move on. Although, there was a fuckton of sweeping that made that stunning photo possible.

Ghosts. Ghosts of janitors and brooms.

Must be a lot of witches and wizards that work in the “janitorial arts”.

^Fyfe – Solace^

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If you deal in death, who is your enemy?

Once you have killed your enemy, who is left?

If your currency is death, what is your return?

Irrespective of the semantics…time, is always there.

Make of that what you will.

^Carnivàle – Black Blizzard^

If I tell you “X”, will you believe it? And if you believe it, does that make it so? Or do you need to walk a little further, and actually go out and prove it to yourself and others. Plus, you gotta verify my credibility as you go. Gotta have a scapegoat to point to, in the event shit gets any more sideways than it already is. Glory or Death…it’s the only way(s).

“Why” may get all the glory, but “How” is where it all happens.

I guess what I am thinking here, is labels. I wrote some bullshit over at my own blog yesterday, and it was regarding vector-based identification. What I’m primarily thinking about, is angular orientation of molecular spin. A proton looking at me, and me looking back at it. Not only that, but also judgment(s) and determination(s) of orientation(s) that are contextual…perspective(s) and relative measurements, based upon who is viewing who, and what, and the looking glass between.

^AC Slater – Bass Inside (Official Music Video)^

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Last night I was really bored, not much going on on The Web, so…I dug my shortwave radio out of the closet, plugged it in next to the bed, then laid in the dark and spun the dial for a few hours.

The LCD channel readout is illuminated. As a result, there were a few times where my perspective got a little warped as I laid there in the dark, spinning the channel dial. Meaning, the illuminated LCD channel readout face appeared to be further away from me than it really was. Ever had that happen before? You look at something indirectly for a long period of time, and your perspective of distance will change as your vision phases between near and far. Eventually, near looks far, and far looks near. I get the feeling that there is some particle alignment(s) that happens over time which causes this effect.

Keep in mind tho, that the eyes are only part of that. There are LOADS of particles inside and out that are seeking a balance. That balance can and does need to adjust as time rolls on. We ARE on a spinning planet, in a moving Universe, and we’ve blood and other fluids coursing through our bodies in the midst of all these changes and changing.

Q: Did you know that “Infowars” appears to broadcast on shortwave wavelengths?

A: Neither did I.

They must be survivalists or something.

I know this, it was funny as FUCK hearing Alex Jones doing a commercial for some product in the midst of all the doom and gloom talk. He was giving his own personal testimonial for some health product that he touted was/is…

“loaded with bone and cartilage and other great stuff that is really good for you!”

It got me to thinking about many things, but overall, I found that notion creepy as FUCK. It’s A-OK to take bones and cartilage into your being if it’s all ground up and down into pill form. But gnaw on a steak bone in your favorite restaurant, or eat the fat and/or gristle? Yeah…what a fucking uncivilized troglodyte.

^REZZ feat. Delaney Jane – Lost^

Not much in the way of content on shortwave that I found. There were some two-way conversations that I stumbled onto here and there, but these ham operators have some clever ways of disguising their voices and breaking up the transmission(s) to where on the receiver(s) know how to accurately receive the message(s). And there was a Christian broadcast out of New York City that was encouraging me to visit their website and let them know that I was listening on the radio.

We all like feedback and input. It’s nice to have streams available to us that allow us to “deepen the relationship”…as it were…should others choose to take that next step. But eventually, that can turn into justification(s) and recruiting, and I’m just not down with that. If there is an approval method, there is a nested rejection process. I’ll save us both/all the time and trouble, and just keep moseying on down the highway. Someone will accept me for who I am at some point. I sure hope whoever that is, is honest and ethical. I may need to go ahead and formulate some of my own criteria as to what is acceptable, and what is not. It may save me a lot of grief in the future.

😉

^The Fourth Man^

There was another Christian broadcast that I stumbled on, but listening to the guys talking, was so goddamn depressing, that I didn’t listen to it for very long. All they could fucking DO was talk about how utterly fucking worthless they and others were/are, and how there was one way, and ONLY one way that they were going to rise above and survive this filthy shithole of a world…

Jesus.

I don’t dispute that, but irrespective of what Jesus might think of me, Christians hate the living fuck out of me…so…erm…I’m left in a quandary as to what to do in that regard. That said, yeah, there was a lotta self-debasing, and I am fully capable of doing that on my own.

(irony = noted) 😛

^Turn Your Radio On [Live]^

spinny thing

If I “lose” my reputation, how can I get it back? I mean…it’s my reputation…right? Did I lose it, or was it taken?

I think I understand the concept of “virtue signaling”, but I see how some are potentially trying to use this as something that perhaps it’s not. Or at least, doesn’t have to be.

EX: An AC/DC T-shirt.

Do you know who AC/DC is? I bet if you are a Judas Priest fan, and see someone wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, you likely know who AC/DC is, especially if you like Judas Priest and hate AC/DC. That said, is wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a rock band’s name/logo…virtue signaling?

If so, you may want to give some consideration to your Calvin Klein underwear and/or you Louis Vuitton handbag. Afterall, you have not only helped to create this mess, you are also working your ass off to help pay in supporting it. Suddenly…”the economy”…and supporting it…just took on a whole new meaning…eh?

^Skrillex – Reptile^

Seeking quality goods is one thing, but I get kinda confused with the externalization(s) of this type of thinking. I don’t want the engine to fall out of a car that I just bought. But if the external branding of this car/brand was/is so important and so impactful, wouldn’t I have noticed this and these details prior to purchase of said car? I mean, does the Chevrolet name and logo scream quality to/at me?

OH RLY?!?!?

What kind of quality…good, or bad?

I don’t give a flying fuck if you wear silk or cotton panties or even no panties at all. Whatever it is, or whatever it isn’t is fine with me. I’ll go buy a Gucci bag if you want one, and I don’t care if you buy one on your own. Anything and everything you bring to the table in a relationship, is fucking glorious.

That’s just my opinion tho. But to be fair, I am the one you are trying to make an impression on.

😉

^[Glitch Hop / 110BPM] – Pegboard Nerds & Tristam – Razor Sharp [Monstercat Release]^

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Yeah…I think that relationships can be rough if we walk around thinking that relationships can be rough. I just kinda think they are what they are. Doesn’t make the pain any less painful, nor does it make the elation any less elated. The stormiest of seas can be safely navigated in the right ship with the right crew. But irrespective of weather, if the journey wasn’t important, the destination(s) would be irrelevant.

What does journeying have to do with shortwave radio and molecular/atomic orientation(s)? All movement is a journey. It took you a long fucking time to learn how to crawl…how to walk…how to run…how to speak…how to take a shit and wipe your ass without redecorating the entire bathroom.

Q: When did you give up on learning/education?

A: /me shrugs

Many pathways. Certainly, some are “better” than others. Just because they are/were available to you, doesn’t mean they were/are available to me. I don’t despise you for your opportunities and achievements, so why is that courtesy not returned?

Prolly too much work involved.

^REZZ – Purple Gusher^

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Yeah…I’ve stumbled quite a bit in this here whatever. But if it wasn’t OK to stumble, then why is it possible?

If you take some time to ponder things like the cough, the sneeze, the hiccup, the twitch, you’ll maybe start to understand the reason(s) for such disruptions. I mean, have you ever taken a few moments to ponder what would happen if you were unable to cough, yet there was a need to cough? Because I can see shit going from sane to madness in VERY short fucking order, if you needed to cough, but could not. That should bring us nicely, to something known as…

the fart.

Do you really think it a good idea to hold on to something that your body is telling you that you need to get rid of/dispense with? I’ve given lots of thought to the concept of puckering and/or holding in, and mainly in and along the lines of smooth-muscle tissue(s). Especially those soft tissues of the rectum and/or colon. There is lots of motion going on in that region of the body, and there is likely a symmetry to that motion within the body, as well as the symmetry within a body. Not that I have Diverticular Disease or anything, which I doo, butt who cares about that?

Anyway, after my second upper & lower GI, and after the second time of having to have my esophageal sphincter stretched out to 15cm with a medical balloon, I was like…

FUCK this shit!!!

There has to be some other shit going on here. That revelation has led me on quite the journey.

^Knife Party & Tom Morello – Battle Sirens^

Sorry…butt your eagerness to discuss certain inflammatory bullshit, all while ignoring and/or refusing to talk about other potentially unpleasant things, confuses me. Especially when and if you are riding some rail of “we’ll talk about that later”, all under the auspices of “if you ignore it long enough, it’ll go away”. Because after thinking about it, it’s not the topic(s) that you want to go away…it’s the messenger.

I wonder if that will change over time?

All that said, with the prevailing “if they don’t do what we want, vote them out” mentalities being so prevalent, is it really any wonder that you have trouble finding dates? Is it really any wonder that “scrolling” is so goddamn popular? Hopping from here to there in search of the answer(s) you seek? Which, I find extremely weird, because you have the question(s) and answer(s), and yet, you want to find someone else to do it, so you can go do something else.

Weird.

Anyway, Tinder is a scrolling app for separating the wheat from the chaff, and the kings and queens from the riff-raff, and supposedly, it’s pretty popular.

lolz...”pretty popular”...lolz

^Datsik & Virtual Riot – Nasty^

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There’s plenty of shit that I’d rather not talk about. I certainly don’t want to be talking about shit “in code” when English is readily available. Too much room for misunderstanding. But I guess that’s the nature of learning, and relationships, and learning about the nature of relationships.

Then I guess it’s just a matter of surviving the bumps and bruises.

Message rec'd. Delayed perhaps, but, received.

🙂

^Pendulum – Tarantula [HD]^

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Behold, a final song.

It's weird as fuck.

Enjoy!!!

^Doctor P – Flying Spaghetti Monster^

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cYa | cFa

^James Last – Russian Melodies^

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Cade sends Roob a missive and a link

*Geologic Time Scales? …/scratches head… *

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*/squints… Is that a seven key legend, Clicky? …/lights up… Heh!*

We hope your cockles will be sufficiently warmed tomorrow, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤

Art Amiss & Apollo Chicken Shamble

I read the latest post at Too Long In This Place on Tuesday morning, Dear Reader, over my Milk Ana Dash breakfast coffee, and wake up ciggy…

https://t.co/T60dQjRuXd pic.twitter.com/suZDJXGNTN

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) February 6, 2018

*/lights up… Dallas is Cade’s home town, Clicky…*

…A post in which the writer, mentions that Dallas sounds like Delos, the birth place of the Greek god Apollo and his twin sister Artemis…

‘Ancient Greek writers, by way of folk etymology, and some modern scholars, have linked Artemis (Doric Artamis) to ἄρταμος, artamos, i.e. “butcher“.

https://t.co/eB7SsHFMC2

— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) February 6, 2018

I mentioned as much to Cade whilst we were DMing on Twitter on Tuesday night. I couldn’t remember if Apollo and Artemis’s mother was Leda (seduced by Zeus transformed as a swan) or Leto…

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*Um, that’s the actor called Leto, Clicky… /drags… Actually, thinking about it, the Joker’s girlfriend ‘Harley Quinn’ is play on ‘harlequin’, a character originating from Commedia dell’ARTe…*

Roob and Cade convo 1

*Oh it’s ‘Lord of Illusions’… /puffs steadily… *

*Interesting… /taps ash… from the earlier link, Artemis and Apollo’s mother, Leto, is associated with wolves…*

Roob and Cade convo 2

*Dis-ease, yes…*

*At ease?*

Roob and Cade convo 3

shambles (n.)

early 15c., “meat or fish market,” from schamil“table, stall for vending” (c. 1300), from Old English scamol, scomul“stool, footstool” (also figurative); “bench, table for vending,” an early Proto-Germanic borrowing (Old Saxon skamel“stool,” Middle Dutch schamel, Old High German scamel, German schemel, Danish skammel “footstool”) from Latin scamillus“low stool, a little bench,” ultimately a diminutive of scamnum“stool, bench,” from PIE root *skabh-“to prop up, support.” In English, sense evolved from “place where meat is sold” to “slaughterhouse” (1540s), then figuratively “place of butchery” (1590s), and generally “confusion, mess” (1901, usually in plural).

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The above was written on Wednesday evening, Dear Reader, but then I got diverted preparing for a job interview, and undertaking day-to-day generalities like ironing, washing, cooking, sleeping, working and reading others’ blog posts.

It is now Friday lunchtime and I cannot remember where the fuck I intended this shamble to end up, so I’ll let it go where it will…

Top Called: Apollo's Josh Harris Sells $153 Million Stake | Zero Hedge https://t.co/Ua6KIGT1ci

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) February 8, 2018

*I saw that last night, Clicky, pronouncement from Apollo…*

josh

*T’ease… /squints… Sew a joker?*

"Bloodbath" – Dow Crashes Over 1000 Points, Enters Correction | Zero Hedge https://t.co/IYKvvpoKSD

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) February 8, 2018

*Ah huh… /grimaces… I know you posted that on MEROVEE last night, Clicky…*

*DOW… Dogs Of War… /thinks… and ‘to top’ is slang for ‘to kill’… that’s where this post started, Clicky, with ‘Too Long In This Place’…*

That’s my lunch hour over, Dear Reader… I’ll be back later with a new post. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Hook, Line & Syncher

Dear Reader, the latest missive from Cade, set out below, has been a tad difficult to format…

*’Use the new and improved editor’ WordPress says… Lose all your fucking formatting and music videos up to that point is the result… *

*Yep! The bastards! I had to start it all over again… /sigh… Go get a suitable Song to stick in the bottom, Clicky…*

*/splutters… For fuck’s sake… /guffaws… Oh Clicky, I’m pretty sure it’s not that Jack Jones’s quote… /wipes tear from eye…*

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This is the greeting you get.

If you don’t like it, feel free to fuck off.

But before you go, I’d like to point something out…

What I did there...do you see it?

This is the hook.

It’s catchy…you like it.

Oh…and…Howdy!

^BSOD / This Is Also The Hook [full version]^

If it’s easy to deceive, doesn’t it stand to reason, that it is also easy to be deceived? Sounds easy. I’m easy. But I’m not looking for a relationship right now, so let’s skip the fucking part, and we can just go our separate ways, and everyone is happy.

Nice knowin' ya.

There are two types of hooks…a hook “J”, and a ring “O”, but both are hooks. There can be all kinds of crazy iterations of those two, but let’s keep it on fishing.

A hook, “J”, can be somewhat easily added, and somewhat easily removed. However, once you have caught your fish, you are going to want to keep the “keeper” varieties of fishes, so you are going to need a stringer…”O”…a hook that cannot be removed.

I wonder if fishes that have been caught, then either escaped or were thrown back, ever really have that hook removed?

^Truss – Beacon^

We’ve not done this in a while…so…let’s do it…

RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!

From today’s featured article…

S-50 (Manhattan Project) – an electroplated steel corrosion-resistant fuel line. It was one of three technologies for uranium enrichment pursued by the Manhattan Project.

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Süleyman of Germiyan – the ruler of Germiyan an Anatolian beylik between 1363 and 1388.

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Malayalam Calendar – a solar and sidereal Hindu calendar used in Kerala, India. The origin of the calendar has been dated as 825 CE (Pothu Varsham) at Kollam.

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Oviraptor – a genus of small Mongolian theropod dinosaurs, first discovered by technician George Olsen in an expedition led by Roy Chapman Andrews, and first described by Henry Fairfield Osborn, in 1924.

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Law & Order: Special Victims Unit – an American police procedural, legal, crime drama television series set in New York City, where it is also primarily produced.

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Owens Cross Roads, Alabama – a town in Madison County, Alabama, United States, and is included in the Huntsville-Decatur Combined Statistical Area. It was incorporated in 1967.[3] As of the 2010 Census, the population of the town was 1,521.

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Varmint (album) – an album by American jazz vibraphonist Jason Adasiewicz, which was recorded in 2008 and released on Cuneiform. It was the second recording with his quintet Rolldown, featuring cornetist Josh Berman, saxophonist Aram Shelton, bassist Jason Roebke and drummer Frank Rosaly.

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NGC 7331 Group – a group of galaxies in the constellation Pegasus. spiral galaxy NGC 7331 is the brightest member of the group. This group is also called the Deer Lick Group,[1] and contains four other members; NGC 7335, NGC 7336, NGC 7337 and NGC 7340, affectionately referred to as the “fleas”.

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Chah-e Darmohammad Makam – a village in Dumak Rural District, in the Central District of Zahedan County, Sistan and Baluchestan Province, Iran. At the 2006 census, its existence was noted, but its population was not reported.

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Charlton Rauch House – a historic home located at Lexington, Lexington County, South Carolina. It was built in 1886, and is a 2 1/2- story, frame vernacular Queen Anne style house with an irregular plan and a gable roof.

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Lodi Crushers – a collegiate woodbat baseball team based in Lodi, California. They are charter members of the Great West League and play their home games at Tony Zupo Field in Lodi.

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Girolamo Tiraboschi – an Italian literary critic, the first historian of Italian literature.

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Pyrausta Omicronalis – a moth in the Crambidae family. It was described by Snellen in 1880. It is found on Sumatra.

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Craig Doyle (hurler) – an Irish hurler who plays as a full-forward for the Carlow senior team.

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Filipino Cuisine – is composed of the cuisines of 135 distinct ethno-linguistic tribes found within the Philippine archipelago, however, majority of mainstream Filipino dishes that compose Filipino cuisine are from the cuisines of the Bikol, Chabakano, Hiligaynon, Ilokano, Kapampangan, Meranaw, Pangasinan, Sebwano (or Bisaya), Tagalog, and Waray ethno-linguistic tribes.

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Sanjurge – a small rural village and former-civil parish in the municipality of Chaves, in the Portuguese district of Vila Real. In 2013, the parish located 6 kilometres (3.7 mi) from the centre of Chaves, was merged into the new parish of Santa Cruz-Trindade e Sanjurge, as part of the White Paper on local authority reform.

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Welp…there ya fucking go…a long overdue Random Wikipedia Attack. Hope you learned as much as I did. Oh, and sorry we haven’t done it in a while.

I miss doing it with you too.

I had no idea that such a thing as “hurling” existed as a sport, ‘cept for as it pertains to drinking. After a night of excessive Jim Beam – or too much beer + too much food – I could prolly sometimes compete with the best of hurlers, as hurling pertains to puking.

^nthng – Human^

Cfrank Davis has some new bullshit today…

Arrogant Manipulative Busybodies

The first thing that popped into my head was…

“wait…what happened to tar?”

I thought that “tar” was “the killer” with respect to cigarettes? Has something changed? And if so, what changes that were changed, are likely to change further? I’ve no doubt that “the pro-smoking” brigade has many valid points, butt it always burns down down to one.

(pun intended)

That said, this “crusader” bullshit is a tough animal to tangle with. Its difficult to know how to get involved in something you feel passionately about. And if you get involved with something to protect people, all while smashing the fuck out of people… Erm, something does not compute.

This bullshit bickering from certain groups/interests has to boil down to sterility. Sterility meaning: method of delivery. Coffee/Caffeine and it’s delivery, is relatively clean, not to mention the dependence on water.

Or had you forgotten about that angle?

I don’t see a rush to reduce or remove caffeine from all coffee(s), which means that’s exactly what is on the agenda once nicotine has been better caged.

So yeah, delivery and delivery mechanisms. We want clean and sterile ones; clean and sterile removes variables, which allows for more efficient, accurate and dependable throughput. Methinks someone is missing something.

(pun intended)

^Jon Hopkins – Collider (Karenn Remix)^

Shipping is where the money is. Freight, transport – it doesn’t matter if you are downloading something from The Internet, getting something delivered via UPS that you bought off of The Internet, munching on a Snickers bar, or taking a breath, or even taking a shit…

It's all shipping.

Matter(s) and motion(s), in motion, intercepted and/or redirected for a time by someone or something, then passed on from there. Everything comes from somewhere, and everything goes somewhere.

This is the hook, it's catchy, you like it.

You get your ass in a car, or on a bus, or on a train, or in your wheelchair, or whatever…then you pedal your goofy ass to and fro…shipped from here, delivered to there. All while carrying loads of shit with you, up to, and including…yep…shit.

Clothes, air(s), food(s), water(s), memory/memories…all while piling more crap on and shrugging other crap off. It’s the nature of travel in nature I guess.

Passenger/Passengers.

All it takes, is for some clever motherfucker(s) to see this and these processes, recognize them for what they are, repackage them, and they can capitalize on it. Sounds…parasitic.

Or does it?

^Dj Randy – Deception^

LegIron has a MASSIVE new batch of bullshit up over at UBU…

Babbling elsewhere

What a fucking rip-off. There wasn’t ANYTHING there. Just a link to more bullshit elsewhere. I’m writing my congressman/congresswoman, to voice my rage, and then I’m starting a new group.

Meh...

I’m too lazy for all that nonsense. Let’s follow the rabbit trail a shade further…

Why are there so many smoking scenes in movies and TV shows?

Why…would anyone…who is in their right mind…take the time…to volunteer to answer random-assed questions…for free…on some website?

Don’t they have some robot that can do this shit? Aren’t there books someone can read? Plus, most of these questions are stupid anyway, so, why take the time?

A: The need unmet.

Any questions?

^Yello – Bubbling Under^

Is it possible for a “non-rhythm” to be rhythmic? If not, then any theories you might have about “alternate-universe(s)” and/or “alternate-realities” are going to have to go right out the fucking window. There are always spans within a span. Times to each and every purpose, as it were.

So back on hooks, a “J” will hook for a span, and an “O” will also hook for a span, but they both overlap.

Q1: What if you keep the fish, but don’t use a stringer after catching the fish?

A2: ?¿?

Q2: YEAH!!! What if you use a net instead of a hook to catch your fish?

A2: ¿?¿

Okay, so let’s take this step by step…the answer to the first question is “O” = your piehole instead of a stringer. Not to mention your eyes, nose, and ears, but let’s keep it to your mouth is an “O”, that will eventually snare the fish “more permanently”.

With that out of the way…the answer to the second question is substitute “I” for “J”. In this case, “I” = a needle. Just like a hook (“J”), which is nothing more than an bent needle (“I”), and needles are required to make a net. Needles are required to make up a net also.

Threads.

Enter “S”. String Theory, M-Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Theoretical Physics, Set Theory, Chaos Theory, and on and on…What could they POSSIBLY have to do with…fishing? My guess – and this is just going to be a guess – but, if nothing else, ”landing a big fish” might have something to do with it.

^Objekt – Cactus^

Not all “big fish” are as big as you might think tho. According to science, “The Universe” originally started with an infinitely small “everything” that was all wadded up and bubbling in a single point. With that in mind, thinking scientifically anyway, the biggest fish of all, would in fact, be the smallest.

Q: Perspective?

A: SAY...fucking...WHAT?!?!?!?

OK, I’ll grant you that…but think of this…

Q: Ever heard of a slingshot?

A: !!!

Yeah, I’ve had some ideas about “membranes” as it relates to proximities and contexts. The bubble of our atmosphere, the bubbles/concentrations of gas(es) within it, bubbles in water, bubbles in rock, bubbles in magma and lava…blah blah blah. But bubbles can, and do, warp.

That said, that’s not really where I was headed. Where I was headed, was needles. A point, at a point, within a point, that stretches the point…

Think of a bubble (a point).

Think of a grain of sand within that bubble (b point).

Think of that grain of sand, contacting the surface of the bubble from within (c point).

If we think of the bubble, as our Universe, and the grain of sand as a particle of matter trying to stretch the boundaries of that bubble/membrane, that leaves us with one question…

Q: What is outside of the bubble that allows this expansion to happen?

A: Maybe membranes are stimulated to expand/stimulate expansions in ways that we've not considered?

I’ve certainly not considered them. I mean, I have, but I’ve never talked about it. Why? Welp…lemme take it down a notch or two.

^Yello More (rockabilly mix)^

Why would something, as ridiculously small as a grain of sand, that’s pressed up against the outer limits of our Universe…NOT…have infinite mass? I mean, the weight and mass of the entire Universe is pressing against it…is it not?

The entire weight of our Universe, is pressing up against this grain of sand, and the grain of sand is pressing up against this membrane that is the outermost region of The Universe… So what is pressing back? Is anything pressing back? Or is our grain of sand being urged onward and outward by the entirety of existence.

Let’s say that there is an outer limit to which the grain of sand can go, but our grain of sand is going to go through some amazing changes before it eventually snaps back and returns. What happens?

I dunno, but I have some ideas.

^Yello – La Habanera^

K…so it’s 15:13 in the afternoon on January 22, and me and Roob have been talking a bit on Twitter. There have been a couple of things mentioned that have casually crossed paths with what I’ve been writing on/thinking about today. Now that I’ve started to think about how to address these “crossings”, I’ve gotten kinda lost in my thinking. Not about any of the bullshit, above, because crap like that is always floating around in my head. Relating it…

welp...

that's a horse of a different color...

isn't it?

No one reads this bullshit, so, why do I bother? Welp…I know that a couple of people do read this bullshit. Maybe not all the time, and that’s OK, but I know Roob reads it, and I read it. Prolly gonna be some that accuse me of being “Narcissus-like” as I peer into the me that is me via my writing, but there’s PLENTY of ugly on both the inside and outside that help me balance “shit-thinking” like that out. The “shit-thinking” being, others liberally gracing me with whatever labels are handy at the time.

Ironic that they don't take time into consideration when doing so.

^Arcade Fire – Everything Now^

If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 pm in the evening, you may be right.

If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 am in the morning, you may be right.

What's missing?

Welp, what additional requirements do you have for me?

Are you implying that I need to put on some cologne or deodorant?

Or are you implying that I need to take a shower?

Will a bath suffice?

Do I need to use soap?

What kind?

Do I need a shampoo, or can I just use the soap?

Do I need to also use conditioner, or is one of those shampoos with “built-in conditioner(s)” going to be OK?

Now that I’ve done all that for you…now what? Point being, I may be clean in the morning, but dirty in the evening. I may be dirty in the morning, but clean in the evening. When are we meeting, and what is it you want to do with me that I need to meet your inspection requirements at the time of said meeting? Or was that just a friendly “y0 dude!!! YOU STINK!!!” kind of thing? Ya know…like, you stink, just sayin’…chill on the overthinking.

lolz

Sry. Just trying to make the writing interesting. I realize that you’ve an investment in taking the time to read it, so, I take that into consideration when writing. I say “hi” when and where I can, and that’s kinda all I can do. Anything beyond that would seem…rude.

^New Order – Regret^

YES I WORRY ABOUT BEING RUDE IN MY WRITING!!! IS THAT OK WITH YOU, FUCKING DUNDERHEADS?!?!?!?

Jesus fucking CHRIST you assholes are impossible to please and/or appease.

😉

^Of Monsters and Men – Mountain Sound (Official Video)^

Lot’s of shit, that has no answers, gets dumped, and then it lays there until someone picks it up.

EX: Yesterday, on my own blog, I took the time to look up the lyrics to a song by The Smiths, and I found something that I’ve long searched for, but had forgotten that I ever even asked the question. The question was…

”what in the FUCK is he saying there towards the end of the song?!?!?!?”

A: 'I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell'

Mystery = SOLVED MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Motherfucking Next!

^Max Webster – Let Go The Line (1979)^

Let’s do some digging…CADE STYLE!!!

Newport Pagnell

Baubo

Domesday Book

I’m gonna stop right there, and just point out, that “The Domesday Book” was supposedly the first all encompassing census of the entire country. So, Newport Pagnell’s first mention being in this particular book, should really not be that big of a surprise. Synchronistically speaking anyway.

jmo. Onward.

Newport Pagnell Railway Station

Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Redenhall

Hochstetter

Nieuwpoort, Belgium

Fly Zone

No-Fly Zone

No Fly List

Terrorist Screening Center

Vienna, Virginia

Sterling, Virginia

Loudoun County, Virginia

Chesapeake Beach, Virginia

Beach

On the Beach (Novel)

I’ve been listening to The Smiths since the late 1980’s, and prolly know the words to every Smiths song. However, that line from “Is It Really So Strange” has always eluded me. Knowing a bit about Morissey’s lyrical musings, I simply assumed it was something:

A) English, and

B) funny.

He can be quite sarcastic sounding, and even bitter or morose, but there is always an edge of humor to it. When Morrisey writes sad shit…you know it. Prolly why his humor stands out in the way that it does, even in, and amongst, sad shit.

^The Hollies The Air That I Breathe^

About 4 years ago or so, around this same time of year, January, I drove up to the store around midnight to buy me some snuff. It was VERY cold. The temperature was well below freezing, windy, and generally inhospitable.

Upon entering the store, there was a guy standing in front of, and to side of the counter, indicating that he was not a customer per se/not standing in line: large red duffle bag at his feet, dressed warmly, but his clothing was severely lacking, and it was obvious that he was a hitchhiker seeking refuge from the elements. I stifled any further judgment(s), continued to the counter, bought my snuff, and when my purchase was completed, I turned to the guy and asked him if he needed some cash. His response was…

“What I need is, a place to go.”

I told him that I couldn’t help there, but I then asked him if he had plenty of warm clothes, and he said he did not. So, I went home, grabbed a plain black sweatshirt, a long-sleeve wool undershirt, a couple of t-shirts, a few pairs of normal socks, one pair of thick wool socks, a toboggan cap, then found a small duffle/knapsack to put it all in. I then gathered UP three heavy coats that I got from my mother when my father died, then headed back up to the store.

When I got there, I gave him the bag with the clothes in it, told him what was in it and how he should layer them. Then I showed him the three coats and told him “pick one”. He took a heavy winter coat that my father used to wear when he “went out” – it was a pretty nice coat/looked nice, that dad would wear when it was cold and he was going some place that required a nice dress. He often wore his cowboy hat when he wore this particular coat.

Anyway, me and this guy talked a bit. He told me that his wife had kicked him out, and he was headed back to where he had some family.

“Where’s that?” I asked.

“Sterling Virgina,” he replied to my astonishment. Me being me, I know there is sometimes nothing coincidental about coincidence, so I smiled and said…

”No way! I lived there for several years.”

The look he gave me was one of utter disbelief. Shock. Almost like my generosity was about to take an ominous turn. But I stood my ground, didn’t retreat, and started talking to him about familiar things that only someone who had lived in that area would know. His posture relaxed a bit as I talked about fueling airplanes at Dulles, and how much money I saved on gas driving back and forth to work when I moved from Charles Town West Virginia to Sterling Virginia.

I apologized for not being able to provide him with a place to stay, but told him that I hoped the clothes and coat helped out. He went back into the store, and I got back into my car, and left. On the drive home, all I could think about was the fact that Whatshername and me were on the outs, both wanting a divorce with no means to get one. I wondered how many times I teetered on bailing the fuck out before she kicked me all the way to the curb. Is that what it looks like?

Did he know how, with a glance, I knew that his dress was inadequate for long-term exposure to this kind of weather? Did my taking the time explain my spending a lot of long, cold winter nights fueling airplanes at Dulles airport – which is partially within Sterling Virginia – and how to layer clothing accordingly help him in any way? Was he completely freaked out by our “Virginia” connection? Was I?

I can only speak for myself…and my answer is yes, I was a tad freaked out, but not really. That kind of shit happens to us all the time, but we tend to dismiss and/or ignore, and move on. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone is different.

I think about that dude quite a bit. Where is he? How is he doing? How is his ex-wife? Kids? I have a similar red duffle bag. I keep it packed at all times. I’ll likely never see that guy again.

Weird world.

^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^

cYa | cFa

^The Smiths – Shoplifters Of The World Unite (Subtitulada en Español)^

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*The Smiths? That’s the song Cade mentions in his missive… /squints… To go with the Jack Jones song at top?*

*/rolls eyes…*

Missive From ‘Merica: The Bouncy Blighters

Dear Reader, the first part of this missive experiment is here and here…

*Right.. /squint… And which of those two is meant to be Cade, Clicky? …/doubles down on squint…*

*Oh okay… /:D… So that makes me…*

*/:O… Fucking cheek! …/lunges…*

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How might “The Internet” contribute to “gender confusion”?

Welp, if you are a shitty parent like me, you’ve prolly turned your kids loose on The Internet at some point. You may have even been anxious to do so.

Like...excited for them.

You may have encouraged them to get on to The Web, and see what’s out there. Reality is going to come crashing in quickly tho. Before you know it, you’re running so goddamn much “anti-this” and “anti-that” software on your computers, that you begin to question if all this bullshit is worth the hassle.

That's where we fuckup with automation.

Automation is doing the same shit that we would do, except you’ve given your proxy for the automation to do it for you. So…who is to blame when the automation fucks up?

Yep...you.

That wasn’t such a long walk now was it? Back on gender tho, if you assume that you’ve no fucking clue if “HotChick1234” is actually a girl or not, you’ll prolly do better when navigating The Web. That said, I’ve got a question for you…

Q: Are you wanting to know if they are actually a girl, or are you wanting to know if they are actually hot?

A: And in which order?

And what’s with that “1234” bit? Does that actually mean something?

A: Yes. It means there were likely at least 1,233 "HotChick" user names prior to creation of the "HotChick1234" account.

It would seem that there are a lot of hot chicks running around out there.

^Wax – No. 30003 (B)^

On The Internet, why do you care if someone is male or female? Are you trying to get laid? Trying to be popular? Trying to say all the right things, to the right people, under the correct conditions? We aren’t that far from “RL” as you might think.

RL

RL (Complexity)

RP (Complexity)

Real Life

Second Life

In fact, there is little to no difference between “life on The Web” and “IRL”. It, The Web/The Internet, is part of life.

Do you tolerate someone calling you on the telephone and breathing heavily into the phone? Then why would you expect someone tolerating you querying them on The Internet as to whether they are female or male? Many websites and/or web services have profiles where a user can choose to make the distinction if they so choose.

But again, we are relying on automation...aren't we.

We want something static and concrete. You want to know. You want anything and everything to flow within your particular life, according to your own needs and wants. That doesn’t leave much room for much else. So…where do we fit in?

Who is outcast, and why?

Did that question just get quasi-answered? If so, now all we gotta do, is figure out what to do about it.

^c-rock – funky dope track (original)^

Someone takes a beating.

Justice is served.

Game over.

Right?

Terrill: Lots of work to do down in Texas.

Fletcher: We get Josey Wales and it ends.

Terrill: Doin’ right ain’t got no end.

Movie = The Outlaw Josey Wales

^Imagine Dragons – Thunder^

Not fair…eh? Someone who takes a beating, is supposed to be beaten, and remain beaten…right?

Or had you calculated that far?

They aren’t supposed to get back up and keep going, because they are just going to keep doing the same old shit, and will require another beating.

Are they supposed to die?

Fall off the planet?

Go live in a cave?

Maybe if you weren’t out looking for people to beat on, you’d stop finding people to beat on. The laws of averages say that you are going to get it wrong eventually…right? Suddenly…you are the one that needs a beating. But it’s OK, a beating/beatings make everything OK…so it’s OK. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to see here.

Move along citizen(s).

^Simian Mobile Disco – Pareidolia^

We’ve identified all problems.

Q: Now what?

A: ???¿???

Lemme guess…those who forget the lessons of history, are doomed to repeat them?

Yep.

But before you set out designing that ‘bigger and better’, you may want to think about some variables you may, in fact, be missing. To make it easier, lets take a peek at the more obvious stuff that is missing.

Battle of Hastings

That’s been in the news this week, so we’ll start there…

Recent historians have suggested figures of between 5,000 and 13,000 for Harold’s army at Hastings, and most modern historians argue for a figure of 7,000–8,000 English troops. These men would have been a mix of the fyrd and housecarls. Few individual Englishmen are known to have been at Hastings; about 20 named individuals can reasonably be assumed to have fought with Harold at Hastings, including Harold’s brothers Gyrth and Leofwine and two other relatives.

OK…so…no one is sure how many soldiers there were, let alone, if there are accurate figures as to how many died.

Are bodies of 10,000 lost warriors from Battle of Hastings buried in this field?

That said, there sure weren’t very many names in that list of soldiers. I wonder if these poor schlubs even had names? Does it matter? Or are they just…aggregate.

Acceptable losses.

Bigger picture(s).

Greater good(s).

Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier (Arlington)

I think there are a few identifications yet to be made.

^Romanthony – Too Long (Nice7 Remix)^

I gots no answers. But I’m indeed trying to figure shit out as much as anyone. I’ve got three kids…they’ve got questions…I’ve been assigned the responsibility of providing answers, when and where I can. It’s daunting, but I can do it. If I can’t, I’ve faith in them that they can find the answers they need elsewhere. I mean…you’ll be there for them if they need you…right? We’re all in this together? All for one…one for all?

Or am I putting too much faith in you?

Meh…I’m prolly just being lazy.

^Iron Maiden – Rime Of The Ancient Mariner Lyrics^

There are a lot of people out there who have taken a lot of beatings. There are a lot of people out there who have never taken a beating.

Is one less than the other?

Is one more than the other?

Says who? You?

Welp…ain’t that applicable to you, and you alone? Your opinion? I mean, you do want your own opinion…right? So, it’s safe to assume that you want others to be able to have theirs.

Abortion is prolly buzzing around in a few heads, murder is prolly buzzing around in a few others. Do I need to start listing off a fuckton of other “heinous” crimes? Heinous offenses? Or have we already gotten a good enough bead on what “heinous” is, and we can now move on.

Who are we omitting? Or are we playing proxy for them? Best I can figure, if you want something to not occur, don’t do it. Then again, if you want to be told what to do, for anything and everything, forever and ever…Knock yourself out. Plenty of people will likely line up to volunteer to tell you what to do. But until you are in a moment yourself, you might wanna go easy on that judge’s gavel.

/me shrugs

^Sam Smith – Too Good At Goodbyes (Official Video)^

It’s a long walk to somewhere.

Lotta time will pass in getting there.

Do you know where you are going?

Me too.

^Halsey – Bad At Love^

cYa

cade

.O.

apollyon

^SOFI TUKKER – Best Friend feat. NERVO, The Knocks & Alisa Ueno (Official Video) [Ultra Music]^

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*Clicky! Come here please… /taps foot…*

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*/sigh… Oh for goodness sake… /rolls eyes… Okay, you go tell Cade I’m ready to publish… /holds up finger… Wait for a link and then come straight back… /rubs brow… I’ll post a Song…*

Dear Reader, we hope you have enjoyed this missive experiment. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and… Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: The Blighty Bounce

Roobs tells Leggy about the missive experiment

Experiment (n.)

mid-14c., “action of observing or testing; an observation, test, or trial;” also “piece of evidence or empirical proof; feat of magic or sorcery,” from Old French esperment“practical knowledge, cunning; enchantment, magic spell; trial, proof, example; lesson, sign, indication,” from Latin experimentum “a trial, test, proof, experiment,” noun of action from experiri“to try, test,” from ex-“out of” (see ex-) + peritus“experienced, tested,” from PIE *per-yo-, suffixed form of root *per- (3) “to try, risk.”

Blighty

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I think I just started liking Twitter a lot less just now.

😐

It’s prolly more a case of I liking myself less.

|-:

That said, we live and learn, I guess.

//me\\

\\shrugs//

^Cocteau Twins – Pur^

Anyway…so um…it’s Friday. It’s 13:20. I was gonna go get me something to eat, but my stomach just shrunk to the size of a walnut or smaller, so I’ll get to the important stuff.

Mer

Stop Wait a sec

*What? What did you spot, Clicky? …/squints… Mercury Transporter…MerC… /:O… 137 and Shewanella?… /wrinkles nose… Eww…*

Continue with Wiki Wavy Wall

Maine Eastern Railroad (Redirected from MERR)

Middle East Respiratory Syndrome

Mers (Disambiguation)

Mortgage Electronic Registration Systems

Mur

Murr

Myrrh

Reston, Virginia

Washington Metro

Orange Line (Washington Metro)

I had an idea. I had a thought. Started writing. Got sidetracked.

Idea = Gone

Maybe it’ll come back. Let’s keep writing, and see if it does.

UPDATE: I remembered <golf clap>

Just wrote two more sections, and as I was editing/formatting the above, I remembered.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Dervish (Club Mix)^

If someone spent, the better part of their life, not being able to talk to others…and then suddenly, they were able to talk to others… I wonder what that would feel like, when and if that same someone was suddenly not able to talk to others again. Would it be the same pain as before? Or would it be a new and different pain.

We are supposedly supposed to learn from others. Some employ the kick, some employ the pet. Some may even employ both, depending on present circumstance. Where is my heart? Like…right now…where is my heart? It was in all kinds of places just a few minutes ago. But something happened to change that. So, again I ask myself…

where is my heart?

Welp…it sure the fuck wasn’t in “fear mode” prior to, and it sure the fuck doesn’t feel like “fear mode” now, so I cannot but wonder where my heart is. I don’t feel like retreating, and I don’t feel like advancing, so what is this feeling that I feel?

FON - Freak Of Nature

That’s the best I got. Don’t run to, don’t run away. Curl up, and take it. It’ll be over at some point. When the storm passes, pick myself up, and move on. No need to calculate…no need to tally…no need for facts nor figures…no need for revenge nor justice nor anything else…just, move on. I’ll know when I know, or I won’t. Either way, I’ll know.

FON <> Fawn

Just thought I should prolly point that out to anyone who might decide to look up the “Fight or Flight” concept. There has been an addition of sorts to “fight or flight response” types of research, and that is the addition of “fawn” to describe those who hunker down and take the beating instead of trying to fight or flee.

That does not apply to “FON”. FON is a knowing that you will survive the beating, and in fact, you are supposed to survive the beating. We’re on dangerous ground here.

^Simian Mobile Disco – A Species Out Of Control^

Let’s see what’s happening in the world of invention…

The IllumiBowl toilet night light helps you find relief after dark.

Illuminati = confirmed.

They are watching you pee and poo. Anal probes are prolly next logical step. Might wanna think about potential “upgrades” for this glow shitter before buying one. Suddenly…”automatic updates” just lost ALL appeal 😉

I digest. I mean...digress.

I’ve always wondered what happens when I take a shit in the dark. I’ve also wondered what happens when I take a shit in the restroom of a discotheque and/or when I’m tripping balls on some psychedelic drug. It would appear that all of those questions can now be answered, and can be answered in the safety and convenience of my own home.

Not that I have a home, nor that I will be getting one of these new “glow shitters” when and if I do someday get a home of my own. But I can sleep well tonight in the knowledge that these things now exist in the event I do get a home someday. PLUS…I can rest well knowing, that someone…somewhere…out there…is shitting on a glowy toilet with a built in laser light show, that also kills the fuck out of bacteria.

Not to mention that, as the article points out, “the dark” of your own home, and you wandering through it “can be genuinely dangerous”. I guess light switches have grown far too complex or difficult to operate. Then there’s the communal nature of light switches: no telling who has been touching that light switch; they may not be as thorough and thoughtful as you are about washing their hands after touching your filthy bits all over while peeing and pooping. So why touch a filthy disease infested light switch if you don’t need to? People are diseased and filthy.

What a world.

^Mathew Jonson – Marionette^

K…so, I remembered where I was going with this bullshit. So the question now becomes…do I:

A) keep writing here, or

B) turn this into a missive and send it to Roob?

A: We'll see.

Time Now = 14:07. Date Now = Friday January 19th, 2018.

^Ross From Friends – Talk To Me You’ll Understand^

Lemme start this line of bullshit by giving a shade of insight as to how I see/interpret a lot of this crap transpiring “in the world”.

Simple = A War Of The Sexes

Yep, not a battle…this is full on, balls-to-the-wall…war.

Complex = The Internet

Things just got REALLY fucking simple.

Woah woah WOAH dude!!! You just listed “complex”, and are implying that the complex/complexity made everything simple?

Yep. The Internet = 100% male.

You cannot dispute the above. It is fact. Designed in totality, and occupied by, males. Males and only males. There are no women/females on The Internet, and this is well known. If you don’t already know this, you are a fucking idiot and a moron, and should get the fuck off The Internet immediately, if not sooner.

Now that we are aware of “The Internet” being populated by just and only men/males, we can now further qualify and quantify what type(s) of men/males are occupying “The Web”.

Men are pigs.

Mystery = ***Motherfucking* SOLVED!!! *Next!***

^Luke Vibert – I Love Acid^

Why would someone need to be equipped to take a beating? Don’t we need to determine motivation(s)? Establish right and wrong? Guilt and justice?

Q1: Do you know why someone is beating the fuck out of you?

A1: ?¿?

Q2: Do you know why someone wants to beat the fuck out of you?

A2: ¿?¿

If you choose to do so, there’s lots to think about there. And I’m not sure about you, but I’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit in my life. I’ve seen people get the fuck kicked out of them just because they were there. No rhyme, no reason…they were there, and that was the only mistake they made.

Now, you’ve prolly already jumped to both the “before” and “after” parts. But does that matter in the moment? Someone is standing on the street, and some other someone wanders by, and proceeds to kick the fuck out of the other, because they can.

^Jad & The Ladyboy – Step In My Direction | Exploited^

Now that you are questioning these events…may I point something out to you?

Q: Who is involved in this and these goings on?

A: Yeah...YOU!!!

Why are you involved all of a sudden, and who is it that you’ve got a mind to start beating up on? Not such an easy question to answer…is it? Because now, you are equally culpable. I hope you make the right decision(s).

Good luck.

^JMII – Thrills (John Talabot’s Early Edit)^

Can you imagine what God had to go through, in inventing humans, by getting their bodies to functioning well enough to take a shit? When you think about that, then follow the digestive tract backwards, and consider all that God had to do to get humans and their bodies functioning well enough to eat…Man, what a ride, eh?

Lots of things to consider there.

I mean, prolly a reason or two for eating and shitting in the first place…right? Now…when you start to consider how much life is on this planet…Woah, that’s a lot of building. Prolly took some time. Prolly took a fuckton of time. Are we on the same page? Or have you already decided that, not only are we on the same page, but we are reading from the same book? I wonder what book it could possibly be?

 Erm...The Bible?

OF COURSE!!! WHAT OTHER BOOK COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?!?!?!?

Damn. You are one narrow-minded motherfucker

^Kevin Saunderson feat. Inner City – Big Fun (Simian Mobile Disco Remix)^

Lets see if we can pick up some messages that might be coming via alternate pathways.

Mercury (Element)

Isn’t Mercury, the element, kinda…prevalent in our modern world? Like…prevalent in ways that we may not like. Welp, you like your gold…right? If so, that means you like Mercury too. It also means you like Cyanide. The more you like Gold, the more you like Mercury and Cyanide. Not to mention your romance with explosives. Oh, and mining. Not to mention shipping and transportation services. And not forgetting the jewelry industry/industries.

Am I piling it on too thick?

Or is it becoming more clear just how connected and interconnected everything is?

Mercury (Mythology)

Does everyone get their say? Andy Warhol sure seemed to have an opinion on the matter.

Campbell’s Soup Cans

Andy Warhol

Did you know that The Campbell’s Soup company now owns a Texas-born staple?

Pace Foods

What is significant about this fact, is that The Campbell’s Soup Company is based in New Jersey. Pace Picante sauce is as readily found in Texas pantries, as Mayonnaise is found in Holland, Denmark and England. And thanks to the movie Pulp Fiction, we all know what those idiots do with mayonnaise.

What are the top ten countries for mayonnaise consumption per capita?

BLOOPS!!! Holland, Denmark, and England are nowhere to be found on that list. Must be a statistical error. Or urban legend. Whatever the case, it’s sure to be human error.

^Mistakes Are OK – Forgiven (Edward Remix)^

Stop Wait a sec

*Yes, Clicky, what now? …/listens…*

*A second part? …/grins… Doo you mean a ‘number two’? …/rolls eyes… Okay. You go tell Cade what we’re gonna do, Clicky…*

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*/hollers… OH! AND DON’T FORGET TO BRING THE LINK TO CADE’S POST BACK YOU… /sigh… Must of needed to go or sumfing…*

Dear Reader, the second half of this missive experiment will be along in a little while. Have a Song whilst you’re waiting…

Missive From ‘Merica: Tapestry? /snap… His Story!

Cade sent across another missive last night, Dear Reader, and I’m delighted to present it for your perusal, below.

I believe the Okie Devil was inspired to write it by the Bayeux Tapestry, and the news that it could be leaving France for the first time in 950 years, to be displayed in the UK…

There was much argument during the medieval period as to whether #Bayeux was actually a Christmas Tapestry. pic.twitter.com/OndmZsmdxE

— Simon Pegg (@Simon_Pegg) January 18, 2018

*Ha! My favourite tweet on the subject, Clicky… /lights up…*

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*/shrugs… Harold Godwinson was the last of the Anglo-Saxon kings, Clicky…*

*/drags… He’s not wrong… /streams smoke… I LOVE that album…*

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GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…AND THEN WE’LL TALK!!!

Is this the dogma of “The West”?

Is this the dogma of “business”?

Is this the dogma of “government”?

Surely this cannot be the dogma of government. If someone has their shit together, the government should have no business whatsoever with me.

Oh really?

How do they know “your shit is wired tight”?

GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…OR ELSE!!!

IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!!

Everything, about all of those, says…

“AWAY!!!”

Go away.

Stay away.

Stay back.

Keep back.

Back away.

And don't stop until you fall off the planet.

^Crystal Chakra Meditation 1 Hour^

I just saw one of those “vanishing Tweets” and was about to comment on it, but it disappeared. A shame too, because it was interesting. I guess I’ll have to do my own homework…so let’s get to it!

The Tweet was about The Bayeux Tapestry, and the Tweet contained a picture of a news story, and the headline asserted that…

“The tapestry is a great historical so-and-so about The Battle of Hastings”

…then asked the question:

“…but is it any good.”

I was only allowed to see the Tweet for a moment, because when I went to start writing my comment, I got a pop-up that said…

“You may not be able to complete this action”

…so I refreshed my page to see if something had gone wack with my browser, but when the page finished refreshing, the Tweet was gone.

Now…I’ve noticed quite a few “disappearing Tweets” from this particular user. But before we get too hung up on “the commercial aspects/angles” and/or “social/political/personal implications” of someone deleting Tweets, let’s pick a better, more juicy target to pick on…

me.

I found the story….

The Bayeux Tapestry – historic, yes, but is it any good? Johnathan Jones

I don’t have the text of the Tweet, but as soon as I saw the headline, and thought about what I thought the headline said, it got me to IMMEDIATELY thinking…

”DUDE!!! You read ALL of that shit completely…fucking…WRONG!!!”

But before I get to picking on myself too much, let me tell you the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the Tweet…

“The Bayeux Tapestry is going up for sale.”

The Tweet did not contain a link to the story, which is why I was going to comment at all. I figured that the author of the Tweet had given all of the information they cared to give, and was hoping that someone would engage with them based on the facts presented. And what were the facts presented?

Screen-shot image of story,
Tweet text comment from user, which included a reference to “1066”.

I recall “1066” being in the text of the Tweet, but that’s all I recall. The rest of the contents is kinda…fuzzy…but I remember the overall vibe of the text. So…having watched this particular user for a while, let’s now go back, and see if they’ve made a new Tweet with the same contents.*

*My thinking at this point is, they forgot something, deleted the Tweet, and will make a new Tweet with the missing/corrected whatever.

^Muse – Madness^

BINGO!!!

In today’s hot take that nobody wanted: pic.twitter.com/YPulyOnVdj

— Anna Mazzola (@Anna_Mazz) January 17, 2018

At the time of this writing, it shows that the tweet was made 21 minutes ago, which means that it took me 21 minutes to think about, and write, all that bullshit above. No fucking wonder I don’t write for a living. I digress.

The text of the above tweet is different from the text of the original Tweet. At this point, I am half-tempted to DM the user, and ask her if she would be so kind as to provide me with the text of the original Tweet.

But I'm not going to do that.

I’m going to do what I normally do, which is blunder around in the dark, and do the best that I can with what I have. This may sound egotistical, but the only thing that I really have, is me. A dark, dense, blundering, blabbering me, and the bright flashes that come from elsewhere/others. I take those flashes from others, mold them into something my own, and hopefully, flash back. Who sees these “flashes” of mine?

/me shrugs

No idea. In my mind, that’s not quite the point. “The point” is to be inspired, and further inspire.

/me shrugs again

^Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)^

All videos have stopped working for me on Twitter. Embedded videos no longer work, and I can no longer save images by right-clicking and choosing “save-as”. Now that I think about it, right-clicking on anything gives me nothing at all. My pop-up menu functionality within Twitter seems to have been removed. I can’t even intentionally click on a pic or vid and get it to work.

I admit that the auto-play bullshit irritates the fuck out of me, because most of my time on Twitter is spent with a DM chat window open. If I open that DM window, and there is some looping shit embedded and playing behind that DM window, then eventually, Twitter dies, and it usually takes my browser(s) with it. And if I remember to scroll to where there are no vids behind the DM window, I also have to make sure that I have hidden any auto-playing streaming bullshit in the sidebar.

That said, Twitter still crashes all the fucking time, and it is a fucking resource hog, but I must point out, that this is the price of automating and automation. If you want shit to do everything for you…there’s a price to pay for that.

I gotta think tho, that if shit like this isn’t an indication,that Twitter is doing something about these perceived “problems” that Twitter has, you just aren’t looking. And if you customize the living shit out of your Twitter to work for you and only you, then you’ll have no idea what others may be seeing/not seeing, nor how they are seeing it.

To be fair, I’m running an operating system that is no longer supported, and using a browser that is no longer supported/no longer updated, all running on a computer that is no longer supported.

If that ain’t some “Logan’s Run” type shit, I don’t know what is.

GET UPDATED, OR GTFO GRANDPA!!!

STFU AND STFD ON YOUR WAY OUT OLD MAN!!!

😐

^Massive Attack – Angel^

Let’s get back to this tapestry/Tweet. I went to Google, searched for “the bayeux tapestry” (without quotes) and there were three news stories at the top of the results.

Bayeux Tapestry to be displayed in UK for the first time

The Bayeux Tapestry shows Britain’s birth as a European nation

The Bayeux Tapestry – historic, yes, but is it any good? Johnathan Jones

When I clicked on the second story link, the headline on the story itself was different from the headline that Google was showing in its results. The headline in Google’s results was…

“Why the Bayeux Tapestry’s loan to Britain is a homecoming”.

Isn’t that “bait and switch” kinds of shit? Grab you with one thing, then switch it to something else? Like…”a funhouse” at a carnival. Many times, there’s not much fun going on in a funhouse. Anyway…I found the story that I was looking for, have now found that there is a new Tweet that replaced the deleted one, so what is left?

A: Me.

Me, me, me, and only me, surrounded by a bunch of shit that isn’t mine, and I’m left with only:

A) what I take away from this experience, and

B) what I do with it from there.

What possible good could come from some uneducated and unemployed loser, spending is “free time” contemplating “the dynamics of the world”? I dunno. That’s not my job. That’s your job. I only work here.

Q: Is there some “omen” associated with “The Bayeux Tapestry” coming to England?

A: Or did I just make that shit up?

The process of trying to understand confusing shit, while looking at confusing shit…is…confusing. That said, why would you ever think that “confusion” would be clear? Is where we are, so contextually clear, that it’s confusing?

Clarity = Clear

Confusion = Confusing

Did I word/list those correctly?

^Junkie XL – Dark Territory^

OK, I guess I didn’t make that “omen” shit up…

‘Although there is no direct connection between typical celestial events and the affairs of humans, our superstitions have resulted in many dramatic consequences.’

So what is the connection? I dunno. History is history. If you are looking for and to history, as some sort of roadmap to the future? Yeah…you might be missing some shit. Primarily, what are you going to do when the road ends? What you are going to do when you tumble off the map? That’s, when you are prolly going to start looking around for signs and wonders. Something…ANY–fucking-thing to give you some clue as to where you went wrong…

what went wrong…

where you are…

where to go from there.

If you’ve got compatriots along for the ride, there’s prolly going to be some pissing and moaning.

Just sayin'.

^Junkie XL – Today (UNKLE Remix)^

Getting back to my thoughts about “The Bayeux Tapestry being sold”…there’s a few things that come to mind…

I’ve no fucking clue where it is, nor who owns it,
Is it possible, that once it gets to where it is going, that it will never leave there?
SURELY no one is stupid enough to try and steal it.

So…given the fact that I know fuck all about this tapestry, why would “It’s Going On The Market” be the first thing to pop into my head? Prolly because that’s about the only time that “art” is in the news. Which… isn’t writing an art? Or at least, an art form? Both? Is there some sort of artisan pissing contest going on there?

But let’s say, that there is some political wrangling going on. Now, what could that be about? Brexit? Political favors being exchanged? Surely thieves would not be stupid enough to wait until the tapestry was actually on British soil to steal it. I guess that would depend largely on “who the thieves are”…wouldn’t it? What are those rules about making political statements?

It must be public, and brutal.

Some scapegoats and/or patsys would prolly come in handy as well.

Now I remember why I don’t like thinking like this.

Now I remember why I don’t like writing fiction.

^Junkie XL – Tennis^

Thinking now about the year 1066, thinking about Haley’s Comet which last appeared in 1986, thinking about the year 2066, and considering that it is currently 2018, let’s go backwards a bit and see what was going on in the year 1018.

1018

Let’s us see what was going on in Europe…

Peace – Bautzen
Battle – River Bug
Battle – Vlaardingen
Resistance – Bulgarian
Surrender – Kiev
Battle – Cannae
Battle – Carham
Succession – Denmark

WHEW!!! That’s some fucked-up shit right there!!! It started off with peace, then went straight to hell. Even so, that January peace? If they found peace in January of 1018, doesn’t that mean that someone was at war in 1017?

^AWOLNATION – Run (Audio)^

What I am primarily thinking about, is a book idea that I have. This book has been bumping around in my head for a very long time, and it’s called “1033”. Or, it will be, should I ever actually write the fucking thing.

It’s the story, of a dude born in 1967, and this dude manages to survive a fuckton of adversity that no one said he would survive, and somehow lives to see the year 2000. Not only that, the guy goes on to live to see the year 2100. Even more fantastic than that? He goes on to see the year 3000. Hence, 1033. The story, is about the stories that this guy tells, how he tells them, who he tells them to, and why. A traveler. A time-traveler, yes…but a different kind of time traveler. Or at least, his travels here and now are a shade different. Where does it go from 3000 C.E.? Welp…that’s where things get really fucking interesting.

Heh...heh...heH.

Enough of that bullshit…let’s get back to reality. Once we get back to reality, we can talk about data preservation, data retention, and legacy.

^Junkie XL – dealing with the roster^

I’m writing this bullshit in OpenOffice’s Writer application, and this is WAY fucking different than writing shit in MS WordPad. The text is fucking HUGE, and I’ve not found the courage to try and tinker with the settings so that everything on the screen isn’t so goddamn massive.

The other thing that is irritating, is that Writer turns all URLs into hyperlinks automatically. Well, only if you use a hard return after pasting in the text of a URL. I personally arrow around a lot when navigating around a document. Meaning: when and where I can, I use the arrow keys on the keyboard to get around. Prevents me from having to use the mouse. The mouse is fucking GREAT for some computer uses. Surfing the web is one, but for text and/or documents?

Nope.

If you want to push your “skillz” try and challenge yourself to surf The Web without using the mouse. It can be done. You’re going to have to learn a fuckton of keyboard commands and hotkeys, but that’s the point…learning. That shit is there for a reason. Computer engineers aren’t idiots, and they certainly aren’t stupid. Just because you get to benefit from the simplicity of a mouse click and/or hotkey combination, doesn’t mean that the engineers who designed that functionality didn’t spend a fucking FUCKTON of time developing the systems and procedures that made that key-combo and/or mouse click such a simplicity for you. I can assure you, they did, and they do. All so you can better do all of that hard complex shit that you need to do in order to get your job done.

🙂

❤

^Junkie xl – Spirits ft. Saffron^

Frank over at Merovee has a new article up…

1 Central Park, Trump And Paddock

I read through it last night, and it got me to thinking about “compression”. I didn’t comment over there, but I thought about it as I laid in bed and tried to go to sleep last night, and now here I am commenting about it here.

Stew. Redux. Compression. Loss. Ratios. Numbers. Compression. Expansion.

That last bit messed with my head a bit. I was thinking on expansion from a Universal perspective regarding a Galactic context. Meaning: A Galaxy expanding within a Universe that is neither expanding nor contracting. Prolly some speed considerations to be made there, and some time(s) considerations to be made as well.

If the Universe and A Galaxy are both expanding at the same time, there is prolly going to need to be some synchronious/synchronous timings to accommodate both, as well as some asynchronious/asynchronous timings to offset. How can an offset amend?

Offset

Amend

Offset

Amend

UTC Offset

My thinking is that sometimes, you need to simultaneously know not only how fast you are going, but also how fast you are NOT going. Why? Simple. Observers. There’s more to sensing and senses than just and only sight.

^Hans Zimmer – Inception (Junkie XL Remix)^

If you are looking for something definitive, congrats…you’re there.

Welcome To Here...Population = You.

^deadmau5 – FML Again^

Last night, Whatshername made some grub, she notified as to its availability, and I wandered into the kitchen to feed my fat face. As I was poking at the lumpy wads of rice that remained in the rice cooker, I overheard my daughter talking about…erm…politics. Like…personal politics. Within her circle of friends, it appears that there was an exclusive gathering, and some within the circle were not invited. This caused those not invited some dismay, and Whatshername commented something to the effect of…

“Well, you know they are all very clicky.”

My youngest son was sitting at the table eating/listening, and he asked “what is ‘clicky’?”

Whatshername replied, “They’ve all got their own little groups, within the group, and these little groups are very clicky, meaning they only hang out with each other, and the rules of the larger group don’t apply to them.”

It turns out that this “group that gathered” was/is headed by the very person who makes the rules for the large group/whole group, and that rule is…

“no fraternizing in groups/sub-groups outside of the whole group”.

So…when this same person actually had a get together, and only invited a select few of the whole group, those not invited were…confused.

Clique

I loaded my plate as fast as possible, and retreated to my room.

^deadmau5 – It’s Not You^

I was gonna write some more bullshit, but I’m now at 7 pages, so I’m gonna dial it back, then cut it off. I usually just write until I don’t feel like writing anymore, then look at the physical file size to determine how large the post is going to be.

15k to 20k = meh

20k to 25k = average

25k to 30k = beefy

30k+ = wtf?!?!??!

What could POSSIBLY be on my mind, that I needed to write so much?

But this is my first post written in OpenOffice Writer, so, I’m trying to be mindful of that “page x/x” thingie down in the bottom left-hand corner.

But yeah…a clique. A club. A club of clubs.

Sounds like a beating.

😉

^FIRST OF THE YEAR (EQUINOX) – SKRILLEX^

cYa | cFa

^Coldplay – Paradise (Official Video)^

*******

*Yeah… /final drag… A brilliant film, Clicky… /stubs butt… That was another Sunday evening trip to the pictures with Mother… /licks lips… It was absolutely pissing it down that night…*

Dear Reader… Have an album 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: The Limey and the Coco Pops

*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*

Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…

Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…

*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*

Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

*******

Someone might enjoy this.

^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^

I once wrote a certain poem,

but can’t recall what it said.

So now here it sits aching,

bouncing round in my head.

Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.

Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.

One part climbed,

another piece descended.

Don’t recall where it all started,

nor even if anything ended.

There must be a way in, to the place to begin.

First…to find out how, my way out of…now.

Some thoughts run free and freely,

others disappear in a stare.

Some are likely gone forever,

a few are written down somewhere.

Take out the trash, Danish mash.

Write it down, or face the frown.

There’s one part I tried to remember,

but cannot recall the details.

Likely a something of beauty,

perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.

Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.

Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.

Does she really exist out there,

or am I being silly…a dupe.

Like some sort of prize or plunder,

a cold journey that ends with hot soup.

You’ll be there, when you are there.

You were there, you aren’t there.

This end of that one here now,

the end of this one a time later.

I’ve forgotten what this one was about,

perhaps I’ll remember it…

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

What a bunch of fucking weirdos.

^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^

If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.

^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^

All of the people in the above two vids are either all:

A) dead from disease, or

B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.

I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.

Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.

How do you get everyone aboard the same train?

What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?

I thought you wanted to be first.

If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.

^Best soviet electronic music^

Are animals incompetent?

^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^

I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.

I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…

Q: What do I do?

A: Whatever I do.

I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.

But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.

^Morrissey – Break up the Family^

I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.

Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…

“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”

I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.

Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.

^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^

Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.

Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?

A: ?¿?

The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.

I wonder who that someone might be?

Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.

^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^

Here’s an example…

We cannot allow the continuation of a pattern whereby profits of companies remain in the private sphere, while their losses hit the public purse. Bailing out companies with little to no conditionality will encourage a cycle of corporate welfare, and the state pays the price.

— Miriam Brett (@MiriamBrett) January 13, 2018

Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!

Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.

OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?

I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?

^Savages – You’re My Chocolate^

Here’s another one…

Obviously we expected to have a #QAnon drop today after the Hawaii Missile Alert #FalseAlarm. Here it is…..https://t.co/o4DzXBu5JS

— Scott Anthony🇺🇸⚖️JUSTICE🇺🇸 (@ScottAnthonyUSA) January 14, 2018

What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.

Who is gonna make them?

Where are they getting their supplies?

Who is going to ship them?

Who is going to apply them?

And on, and on, and on...

Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.

And another...

The Scientific society needs a reformation where real scientists distance themselves from phony government "climate science." It will take years, but beeing connected to the scam will ultimately discredit the players. pic.twitter.com/yV2TziEDl4

— Kufar CovFeFe (@Gerald_Bostock) January 15, 2018

And another...

GREAT NEWS: The new coalition government in Norway has announced plans to phase out fur farming by 2025!

For the animals, it can’t come soon enough – please help end this brutal trade worldwide: https://t.co/qQET9yiC8n pic.twitter.com/JRKTddxFEs

— ADI (@AnimalDefenders) January 15, 2018

And another...

Anyone got any bright ideas about how the industry can promote lamb more to the younger generation? #sheep365 https://t.co/uEnJHpJruA

— Farmers Weekly (@FarmersWeekly) January 15, 2018

As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.

Makes sense.

^Le Couleur – Femme^

/begin poem

The bells…they hang silent, and scream.

But no one listens to them anymore.

/end poem

^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^

When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.

^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^

I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the production of standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.

^boy pablo – Everytime^

I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.

Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.

Definitely feels like change is changing.

^Detlef – JayDee^

/begin end

Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.

The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.

I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.

Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.

Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.

Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.

Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.

Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.

/end end

I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.

Below is what I got…

Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute

Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime

There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉

Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.

❤

^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^

It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…

...do they?

Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?

 Can't have shepherds without sheep.

And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.

PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.

^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^

Someone Tweeted this story…

RAF fighters intercept two Russian bombers near UK airspace

…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.

First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…

Q: Now what?

A: !!!

Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.

I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was all over the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”, and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.

I dunno...just...chill.

I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?

^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^

There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.

I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.

^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^

/begin poem

A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.

Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.

brb

Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.

‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.

But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.

But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.

And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.

/end poem

Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.

Weird.

^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens Feat. Mizbee (Original Mix)^

Neuronal Circuits Reportedly Mapped More Comprehensively Than Ever Before

This is interesting, but the story goes from…

“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”

to…

“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”

…pretty quickly.

From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast.

The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?

Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.

That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.

Architecture of a mammalian glomerular domain revealed by novel volume electroporation using nanoengineered microelectrodes

Glomerulus (Kidney)

Bowman’s Capsule

I knew it. Conspiracy.

Mystery = SOLVED!!! Next!

^Franky Rizardo – Killa Bees (Original Mix) [Sola]^

However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.

That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.

EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.

Yeah rly.

I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.

Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.

^Eli Brown – Get Down^

Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?

If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.

How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.

^CamelPhat – Drop It^

Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.

We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?

Yeah...storage.

There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…

Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”

Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”

Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”

Key 4: “nI, nI, nI, nI, nI, tuO, nI, nI, nI, nI, nI”

Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.

Q: How are you going to interpret that?

A: ?!¿?!¿!!!

Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.

^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^

Something else to consider…

I am a human.

To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…

shortsighted.

I have knowledge of self.

Some anyway 😉

I am a someone, (Individual Human)

that is part of a group, (Humans)

that is also part of a group, (Life)

and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).

So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?

Welp...you'd be right about that.

Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.

/me shrugs

^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

cYa | cFa

^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^

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*/puffs… You got here before me, Clicky…/pats snout… *

Sew there you have it, Dear Reader – a poetic missive shambles inspired by thoughts on medicine…

medicine (n.)

c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina “the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina “the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus “a physician” (from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.

To take (one’s) medicine “submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man “shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show “traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.

It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]

I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…

*Charming!*

… Already out of here apparently. Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: Lashings Of It

Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…

*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*

*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*

*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*

I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.

Go away.

^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^

Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…

(lolz...bit below...lolz)

Male coin spiders only have sex once. After mating, they chew off their own genitals.

— Quite Interesting (@qikipedia) January 10, 2018

With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.

^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^

I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.

No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh?

We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?

^Clio – Faces (1985)^

I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species – is causing changes or damage in other species.

YA THINK?!?!?!?

You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!

Killed it in cold blood!!!

I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.

^Fugazi-Waiting room^

Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.

Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.

Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.

Are they in captivity?

Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.

Seems to be more going on there.

Are we being good observers? More than that…

Are we being good participants?

I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.

^The Stone Roses – I Wanna Be Adored^

LET’S GET NAKED!!!

Adoration

Hand-Kissing

Kowtow

Proskynesis

Prostration

Bowing

Genuflection

Kneeling

Thai Greeting

Namaste

Hierarchy

Insubordination

Discrediting Tactic

Destabilisation

Setting Up To Fail

FIFO (Computing And Electronics)

Fit In Or Fuck Off

Culture Of Fear

Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?

I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.

Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.

I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.

^the flowers – after dark^

Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.

@SantaBarbaraCC I'm looking for my grandparents, James and Alice Mitchell. Their residence was at 319 Hot Springs Rd and the home was destroyed. I'm hoping someone out there has seen them in the evacuation shelters and can give us some info. #CAStorm #Montecito #MontecitoFlood pic.twitter.com/lSzRP2MAE3

— megan (@OssumBunz) January 10, 2018

I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.

Um...isn't this kinda dangerous?

Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.

Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?

A: How do you know?

What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).

^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^

We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.

But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’S a concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.

If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.

/me shrugs

^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^

Life treating you OK today?

Good.

Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.

Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.

^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^

Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.

EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?

Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not just and only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.

Just thinking out loud.

^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^

I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.

So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?

rofl

Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.

If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.

Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.

But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides

...right?

Or have we already forgotten some context?

^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^

Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.

As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.

Six Flags Over Texas

My favorite is “The Runaway Minetrain”.

Runaway Mine Train (Six Flags Over Texas)

The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.

Nothing.

Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.

^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^

Wanna take a ride?

^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.

Hence, chance is on your side.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.

Hence, chance is not on your side.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.

❤

^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^

When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.

How ironic...eh?

Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐

^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…

Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.

Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.

Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.

Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?

Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?

Really?

What did you have for contrast?

Just and only…say…a clock?

Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?

Were you on/in an airplane?

Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?

Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?

Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?

^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^

I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.

^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^

cYa | cFa

^Virna Lindt – Underwater Boy^

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*Oh, so you’ve come back? …/final drag… No, it wasn’t that funny… /stubs butt… Go get a Song… /sigh…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: The Eclectic Metric

Cade the Okie Devil in Text US has sent through his first missive of 2018…

*/taps fingertips together with excitement… I think so too, Clicky… I can feel it in my water…*

Catch you bottom, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

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This one is gonna be a shade different.

Is that OK with you? Good.

The following was written on last Tuesday…

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Hi.

It’s Monday January 2rdst of 2018.

Let’s get to it.

^ATTLAS – Chemical Low Moan^

If the road isn’t serving your needs?

Divide it.

You’ve the right of way…right?

^deadmau5 – Saved^

A certain someone has been picking at my smallish brain about proceedural types of considerations in certain environments. Such as “English” being the “common language” amongst pilots/aviators. I live in a country that speaks English for the most part, so speaking English while flying kinda makes sense to me. I’ve been abroad, so speaking English while flying makes sense to me, but also kinda not.

That said, aviation has its own vernacular. Things borrowed from elsewhere or created out of necessity to represent something specific. No real mystery there because we do that everywhere…but…it’s certainly mysterious.

Or at least, it can be.

But the objective is communications and communicating. We rely on each other to pull that off. As to whether or not the communications are successful? Let’s wait until we are either safely in the air, or safely on the ground to discuss the particulars…k?

^Matt Lange – You’ll Remember Me (ATTLAS Remix)^

Communications are going to get crossed. Garbled. Misunderstood. To expect 100% is the same as expecting 0% because there are no margins for error. No room for forgiveness. No room to navigate in the moment. That seems to present a domino type of situation where all involved are equally responsible, which means they are potentially equally irresponsible. Or am I being too specific?

^ATTLAS – Burned^

There was a Tweet that caught my eye…

Guys are new hotels haunted because what the fuck is that sound?

— Rage C👣k (@RageCook) January 3, 2018

I’ve been thinking about the resonance of metal(s) and stone(s), and other building materials as is pertains to construction. But more than that, I’ve been thinking about transportation of these same things.

Q: Does the Earth/Terra notice when something is moved?

A: !!!

Why wouldn’t our planet know when something is missing? Why wouldn’t our planet notice when something suddenly appears? There seems to be accommodation(s) made in the environment for things to appear and disappear…right? So…all that gold in, say, Kentucky, would you be willing to entertain the possibility that our planet knows where every atom of gold in Kentucky came from?

If so, do you really want to trace that knowing of when and where that gold came from for the entirety of the suspected 13.8 billion year age of our Universe? Might wanna think about carbon and your dating methods before answering. You might get lost in time somewhere.

Just sayin'

^How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead Cover^

This one is gonna be a shade different.

Is that OK with you? Good.

The following was written today, which is today.

j/k

Today, is Sunday January 7th, 2018.

The above is as far as I got last Tuesday. It was a weird week. Having trouble thinking. It’s like another one of those transitional phases where everything is shifting. Or at least, everything is shifting in my head. When this happens, it’s almost like playing catchup with myself in my head. Loads of shit that I’ve not thought about in a while comes crashing in, and I’ve gotta kinda reconcile what falls where as it relates to stuff that I’ve added.

Normally, I would kinda keep this sort of shit “under control” by reading and commenting on blogs elsewhere, along with writing missives/whatevers. But I’ve been avoiding that.

Meh...whatever.

^ATTLAS – Tiff’s Theme^

So yeah…onward…from here…

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Q: Is a nuclear weapon fluid?

A: ???

No? The how did it come together? How did something, that is designed specifically to come apart, come together, if it is not fluid?

Oh…and good morning to you.

^Echobelly – Kali Yuga^

Was just watching a documentary on Rocky Flats weapons plant in Colorado…USA. In it, there was a bit where the plant had tried to dispose of waste by mixing it with concrete, then storing it in blocks after the concrete dried. Um…we’re talking about radioactive shit here…right?

Rocky Flats Plant

Rocky Flats Truth Force

Dark Circle (Film)

Unfortunately, the concrete blocks started to leak and/or melt.

Oozey.

So now, they are oozing radioactive shit everywhere, from a long-term storage area. I wonder if it rains in Colorado?

^Albert Hammond – It never rains in southern California + text^

Got to thinking about this new Counter-Social website that is supposed to be some alternative to Twitter because the latter blocks half the planet from using the website. I thought about it, mainly because I was kinda curious as to how it was working out for those that switched from Twitter to Counter-Social when all that…whatever it was…happened.

Just…how’s it going? Nothing more than that. But as I started to think about asking, something occurred to me, and as I type this, even more is occurring to me. But what first occurred to me is “why jump ship, just because there is suddenly an alternative that seems better?”

Three Sisters (Oregon)

It’s your life, you can do whatever you want with it, and you don’t need me to tell you that. But whitelisting and blacklisting is nothing new to The Internet.

Whitelist

Blacklisting

Greylisting

IUCN Red List

Seems we are big on lists and listings.

Angle Of List

Seems we are REALLY big on lists and listings.

^Al Stewart – Year Of The Cat^

It’s never…the machine.

Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

March 25th 1911.

It’s never…the machine’s fault.

The reason? Welp, when shit breaks…you can’t get your hands around the throat of the guy who designed the sewing machine. You can’t get your hands around the guy who built the machine. You can’t get your hands around the neck of the guy who designed or built the part within the machine that failed. You can only get your hands around the neck of the guy who bought the machine…and that’s YOU.

You can't choke yourself to death.

The machine that sits atop the machines must run, and you are the machine that runs the machines. There must be someone else to blame. So…let’s find them, and make them pay.

Fault

Once the fault has been established…

all we gotta do now…

is tear them a new one.

^Triangle Fire | PBS American Experience^

There’s only one way to “not”.

Don’t.

Knot that up, remember it, or not, whatevz.

😉

^AL STEWART “Time Passages”^

Dunno where this song came from, and I hate this type of music, but…meh. Someone else might like it.

^Karen Peck & New River – Everybody’s Going Through Something^

Is January too late to keep “The Christmas Spirit” going? I thought of mentioning to whatshername that she might wanna consider taking the Christmas lights down by February. They are still up, still plugged in, still burning every night.

Doesn’t bother me – I love Christmas lights – but the city that I live in starts ticketing people in February if Christmas lights are not taken down. And I mean like they have people drive around during the day to check and see if there are still exterior Christmas lights on your home or in your yard. If so, they ticket you. Maybe that’s why “The Christmas Spirit” hauls ass after New Years.

/me shrugs

^Carol of the Bells – Amazing Piano Solo – David Hicken^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Christmas 2013: Inside a Chinese toy factory^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Electronic Toy Market – Yiwu China Futian Market^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Wholesale toys market in Guangzhou on Yide street^

For some people, their business is Christmas 365/366 days a year. Nooooo…I’m not talking about those weirdos at The North Pole.

^Guangzhou Dream Factory – Trailer^

Ever watch a silent movie? Welp…NOW YOU CAN!!!

^Guangzhou (Canton) China in 1930^

How’d those fucks get up to The North Pole anyway? Don’t those assholes know, that the only way to get from one continent to another is via the land bridge provided by/near The Bering Straight? You can’t walk on ice. That shit melts.

Only humans are smart enough to know this.

^Bering Land Bridge Migration Theory^

If these ancient fucks were smart, they’d build a rocket, walk across the satellites, then parachute back to Earth/Terra. It’s the only way to get to where you are going. Which… where are you going?

Or is it none of my business.

^Why We May Not Be Able to Visit Space in the Future^

Did you know, that if all ice on Earth/Terra melts, we will all be dead. That means, we won’t be able to make and/or watch panic videos anymore.

😦

^How Will Earth Change If All the Ice Melts?^

How accurate were those in 1950 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2000 CE?

How accurate were those in 1968 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2018 CE?

How accurate were those in 2018 CE at predicting what life would be like in 2050 CE?

I guess we’ll find out on that last one…unless we’ve all long since drown.

I wonder if someone or something can drown in garbage?

^These Are the Events That Will Happen Before 2050^

Let’s ask Google a question…

Q: How heavy is CO2?

A: Carbon dioxide has one carbon atom and two oxygen atoms, and a molecular weight of 44 grams per mole. Hence, carbon dioxide has a higher density, or is heavier than air.

Let’s ask Quora a question…

Which is heavier air or carbon dioxide?

Wait…didn’t we get the same answer from both places? Meh…who cares. Anyway…I wonder what “the electrical content” is within air? All that shit floating around up there HAS to create a fuckton of friction. Doesn’t friction create static electricity?

Static

Static Electricity

Welp…if all this shit is moving, what is so “static” about it? Or is that the mystery. How shit moves, without moving at all, all while…moving.

(gulp...weird)

Movement (Clockwork)

Speaking of movements, I need to go take a shit…BRB.

^20 Signs You Are Being Gaslighted! Psychological Abuse by Narcissists & Sociopaths^

AH!!! I feel refreshed!!!

Um…can robots shit? Or do they rely completely, and totally, on you to keep their fluid levels where they need to be and keep their asses wiped for them? There is something to be said about the art of shit…

Poop

Turds

Dookie

Growlers

Scat

Stool

Fecal matter

DOO DOO!!! DOO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS FOR METABOLIC WASTE?!?!?!?

Feces

Anyway, there are quite a few nested processes in place that involve repackaging last night’s dinner for something/someone else. I dunno what you ate last night, but it prolly looked a shade better when you shoved it into your pie hole than it did when it came out.

And yet, were you to shit in your front yard for a few months, you’d have the best looking lawn in the neighborhood in no time. Might not have any neighbors around to see it cause they’ve all moved…but a nice lawn nonetheless. If you are on a septic system, that’s how you can tell if your septic tank is leaking. The grass around it will be growing like mad, and it will be tall and green. Prolly trying to get away from your stinky poo.

But yeah, not much goes into in/out considerations for robots in robotics…it’s all about the brain and smarts. Prolly stings to a robot to not have any way to relate as to what is transpiring and what a person is going through when they take a shit. So with that in mind, and thinking about all the other differences between humans and robots, how well can we ever really relate?

I've no idea.

^Broken Social Scene – Protest Song (Official Audio)^

So…how can something survive supporting it’s own weight?

So…how can something survive supporting it’s own wait?

Roob pointed out Lamb Waves to me the other day. Something I had added to a Missive/Whatever sometime back. That has been thinking about distances more than anything. I’m thinking fluidity and solidity here, but a more progressive type that is contextual based on the observer/participant.

EX: Air is heavy as fuck. But you typically need wind in your face to detect this. That’s why any and all objects that are dropped from altitude, will tumble. The only way around this, is to know this in advance, and accommodate the mechanics of it, depending on what you are dropping.

Such as…

Phoenix Shot Tower

That’s why rifling in the barrel of a firearm helps a bullet to not tumble as it falls.

And yes...a bullet is falling.

Rifling

Dew Point

Dew…Point.

Doo…Point.

Coincidence?

Coincidense is more like it.

I’m kinda dumb, and slow too, so it takes a while for my dumb and stupid to catch up to one another.

😉

^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^

It’s currently 11:03 on Sunday January 7th 2018, and I’ve stumbling around on the above crap for a coupla hours now. But I’ve got some shit to get to. Such as… It was hinted at, that perhaps, I should read my recent short story aloud and record it.

I re-read most of it last night, and thought about how I would read it aloud. The conclusion that I came to, is that I would read it exactly as I heard it in my head as I wrote it. Granted, I’ve re-read the story several times, have noticed some things that I would change in order to better help a reader understand what I am talking about, but there are few of these. I don’t want to be patronizing to the reader. Not trying to be condescending either, but I also want to tell my story.

The only way I can do that, is to actually tell my story. Only I know what I was thinking as I wrote it and, as I wrote it, I found that I was omitting as much, if not more, than I was actually writing. But in thinking about it now, we can’t do everything at once. I mean, the point is getting there…right? Sure, being there is great…but we gotta get there to do that. Lotta twists and turns, and a lotta boring straightaways mixed in there too.

^Soulwax – Do You Want To Get Into Trouble? (Official Video)^

In a few minutes, I’m gonna fire up Audacity, and see if I can record me reading my story using my headphones, which has a microphone.

Audacity (Audio Editor)

I’m gonna do a few quick test recordings, see how the audio sounds, then go from there. If it works, I’m gonna read each section, convert the Audacity MP3 file to MP4, then upload it to YouTube.

Comparison Of Free Software For Audio

I gotta be mindful of the audio file size, because when I recently tried to transfer some of my music from analog to digital, the MP3 to MP4 file converter didn’t handle files around 100MB very well. In fact, it didn’t handle them at all. Not knocking the service, because the service is awesome.

100MB of audio to convert from one format to another is a tall order for a free online service. I’ll just have to be mindful of how big the audio files are, because I’ve no idea how long it will take for me to read it aloud. That’s why breaking it up section by section is prolly gonna be the way to go. Audio files tend to be huge as you work with them, and it takes a fuckton of compression to get the file size down to something more palatable.*

*This is in no way to imply that listening to me talk will be palatable. I’ve a really bad Texas accent, and several speech impediments that I’ve learned to accommodate and/or hide very well. Or at least, sometimes. No telling when they are going to crop up, which they tend to when I lose myself in what I am doing, and I am not being mindful of trying to put on an act for someone else.

^Birdy – Wings (Nu:Logic Remix)^

Could sound assist us in determining age? I got to speaking with Roob the other day about these Lamb Waves, and it got me to thinking about chasing phantoms. Meaning, if science and/or scientists are not studies of history, or at least somewhat of a study of histories, how can they be sure they are not chasing our own shadows?

The resonance of nuclear detonations HAS to still be resonating within our planet. Not to mention all of the drilling, all of the mining, all of the commercial blasting, all of the cars, all of the ships, all of the electricity and electrical gadgetry…that shit adds up.

^Chapterhouse – Pearl^

I am just wondering, at what point, are we discovering shit, that we actually created. We are rushing from discovery to discovery, and the time to actually look at these discoveries and compare them with others…is anyone doing that? Or is that left to “the fringe” idiots of global warming and conspiracy? Because I got news for you…

everything is valid at some point.

Truth, falsehoods, doesn’t matter. A falsehood needs to be true, in order for it to be false. Get your head wrapped around that concept, and you can prolly see why the need for absolute divisions between the concepts of good and evil are perceived to exist.

^Aircrash Bureau – Time To Die (1990)^

Should we summarize and see where we made it to?

Never done that before.

Let’s skip it.

You’re more than capable of doing your own homework.

I suck at it.

🙂

^The Cure: The Snakepit^

I got a parting query…

Q: Can you be anything you aren’t?

A: ?¿?

Lemme word that differently…

Q: Can you be anything you cannot be?

A: ¿?¿

Yeah…both are valid pretty much. Of course, it depends on who you ask.

May wanna exercise judgement there as to who to ask, and who not to ask.

Might get punched in the nose.

Some angry people out there.

So I’m told anyway.

/me shrugs

^Rocky Flats “Secrets of a Bomb Factory”^

cYa | cFa

^The Cure – Prayers For Rain^

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*/rolls eyes… Yeah, I know you can Clicky…*

Welcome to the LoL

That’s the email message that accompanied the missive that is set out for you below, Dear Reader. I received it yesterday evening from Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US…

Just to be clear, this is our 100th Missive From ‘Merica…

Enjoy! ❤

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!!!HAPPY FUCKING DENTS PRESENT DAY!!!

^”To Anacreon in Heaven” A.K.A. The Drinking Song^

^WHERE’S THE MONEY LEBOWSKI^

^The Chieftains – The Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Lyrics)^

^Roast Beef Of Old England – (Lyrics) Arr.P.M.Adamson^

Q: I wonder if “principle” is as principle(d) as it once was?

^Tri Martolod [Alan Stivell] Chant Breton.flv^

^Drinking Water On An Empty Stomach Immediately After Waking Up!^

What if you are 5’2″ tall and weigh 80 pounds?

What if you are 5’2″ tall and weigh 280 pounds?

What if you are 6’3″ tall and weigh 80 pounds?

What if you are 6’3″ tall and weigh 280 pounds?

What if your BMI is 8%?

What if your BMI is 80%?

^Documentary: The Fire of London^

^a la nanita nana.wmv^

Q: How is this relevant with say…radio and broadcast television? What about…windmills?

^Sodom And Gomorrah (Biblical Archaeology Documentary) | Timeline^

^A Man’s A Man For A’ That (Opening of Scottish Parliament) – Sheena Wellington^

^ALMERIA´S FACE Bécquer Capuletto^

^John Dowland – Away with these self loving lads (live and unedited)^

^The Origin of HIV Aids – The best documentary – Channel 4^

^Fair Iris I Love and Hourly I Die John Dryden Audiobook^

^Oberon from Peter Brook’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1970)^

Sometimes…ya just gotta get lost.

Maybe I’ll get found.

Or more loster.

^Lolita – Sailor, Your Home Is The Sea (U.S. hit version 1960)^

cYa | cFa

^Yelawolf – American You^

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We hope you’ve enjoyed this 100th Missive From ‘Merica, Dear Reader. And if you didn’t? …Have a Song 😉

Brrr! Dear Reader, I have to say, the weather is particularly chilly today…

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^Hear the Otherworldly Sounds of Skating on Thin Ice | National Geographic^

Expansion.

Growth.

Changing.

^Rare Video: Japan Tsunami | National Geographic^

^Why this awful sounding album is a masterpiece^

We are mighty.

We are Americans.

We are American.

We are America!!!

^Fyfe – Solace^

^Carnivàle – Black Blizzard^

^AC Slater – Bass Inside (Official Music Video)^

Q: Did you know that “Infowars” appears to broadcast on shortwave wavelengths?

“loaded with bone and cartilage and other great stuff that is really good for you!”

^REZZ feat. Delaney Jane – Lost^

😉

^The Fourth Man^

^Turn Your Radio On [Live]^

^Skrillex – Reptile^

^[Glitch Hop / 110BPM] – Pegboard Nerds & Tristam – Razor Sharp [Monstercat Release]^

Q: When did you give up on learning/education?

^REZZ – Purple Gusher^

^Knife Party & Tom Morello – Battle Sirens^

^Datsik & Virtual Riot – Nasty^

🙂

^Pendulum – Tarantula [HD]^

Enjoy!!!

^Doctor P – Flying Spaghetti Monster^

cYa | cFa

^James Last – Russian Melodies^

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We hope your cockles will be sufficiently warmed tomorrow, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤

I read the latest post at Too Long In This Place on Tuesday morning, Dear Reader, over my Milk Ana Dash breakfast coffee, and wake up ciggy…

…A post in which the writer, mentions that Dallas sounds like Delos, the birth place of the Greek god Apollo and his twin sister Artemis…

I mentioned as much to Cade whilst we were DMing on Twitter on Tuesday night. I couldn’t remember if Apollo and Artemis’s mother was Leda (seduced by Zeus transformed as a swan) or Leto…

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The above was written on Wednesday evening, Dear Reader, but then I got diverted preparing for a job interview, and undertaking day-to-day generalities like ironing, washing, cooking, sleeping, working and reading others’ blog posts.

It is now Friday lunchtime and I cannot remember where the fuck I intended this shamble to end up, so I’ll let it go where it will…

That’s my lunch hour over, Dear Reader… I’ll be back later with a new post. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉

Dear Reader, the latest missive from Cade, set out below, has been a tad difficult to format…