Happy Tuesday, Dear Reader 😀
The latest Underdog Anthology, volume XV, is now available for purchase…
*I saw you posted the Afterword, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*
… And in plenty of time for Halloween…
… I’ll post my Halloween story ‘OK Charon!’ at the LoL on the day, but right now, we have a new missive from the Okie Devil in the great State of Text US. Sit back, take a load off and enjoy the wry musings of Cade Fon Apollyon…
If I can achieve and maintain an erection, but my penis is not currently under contract from any outside vendors, does that make me self-employed when/if I masturbate? If so, do I owe myself money?
I'm potentially running up quite a debt here.
Makes me wonder about the nature of ejaculation as it pertains to nocturnal emissions. Is there some dream girl floating around out in dreamland who owes me money? And what is it called when a day-sleeper has a wet dream? Is that a diurnal emission? Do the rates change from night to day?
I must know these things.
Ever operated a cash register? Ever handled cash? Most importantly, do you know how to make change? Lemme ask that again…do you, know how, to make, change.
Do you, know how to make change.
Do you know, how to make change.
Do you know how, to make change.
Do you know to make, change.
Change is all the rage, so if you don’t know how to make it, how can you ever change?
As far as that goes, if you don’t know how to make change, how can anyone else ever expect to make change? You are a knowitall, after all. That’s the rumor you’ve been spreading anyway.
There have been a great many teachers that I look back on with a great deal of love and admiration. However, I get the feeling that I never fully appreciated them back in the day. Don’t get me wrong, as bad as I hated school, there were absolutely a few classes that I really enjoyed taking, and there were some teachers who I really looked forward to seeing them and hearing from them each day. But there was a dynamic that existed at the time which I’m fairly certain never made me appreciate them as much at the time as I now think that I appreciated them then. Meaning, yes, I appreciate them very much now for the things that they taught me back then, but back then I was too green and stupid and inexperienced to appreciate them as much as I think I did.
What’s the purpose of exploring this idea in the here and now? Respect. More than that, acknowledgment in the now of my own disrespect back then. Owning my own shortcomings, and not making my relationship with teachers past out to being something that it was not. Don’t put my finger on the historical scale simply because I have the benefit of being able to do so in the here and now, for my own gain/benefit, and I can do so with little fear of exposure for my fraud. Own the times when I was an obnoxious, rebellious, ignorant and disruptive little shit who caused my teacher(s) a fuckton of grief that they likely did not deserve. I may have even hurt some. Randomly hit one of my teachers with a smart-ass verbal twist or jab during the course of their day, all so I could stand out in the moment amongst my peers. Make my fellow students laugh. I never thought of the weight that may have put on my teachers’ shoulders. Never took a single moment to think of my teacher(s) going home that night with a heavy heart because of something I’d done during the course of their day. Never contemplated what it might be like for them to sit alone in their apartment pondering what in the hell they did to deserve that, or try and relate to their partner or roommate or whatever that a student of theirs had humiliated them during the day.
I don’t know if I can say in the very moment of me writing this that “I am sorry”, nor express myself in such a way as to relate that yes, I am indeed very sorry for always attempting to be the class clown for my benefit at their expense. But I have accepted (or am trying to accept) that these things have happened, did happen, likely continue to happen, I can’t think of a single instance when there was malice in my heart, the fact that I had no malice in my heart really doesn’t matter, but mostly I’m aware that I owe you a great deal of gratitude for hanging in there and putting up with my bullshit during my own learning process(es). Hopefully, via these experiences, you learned something too, and I’m really hoping that whatever you may have learned isn’t just and only that I’m a dry and sarcastic smart-mouth who you don’t understand and comes off as a bit of an asshole sometimes.
Not my fault you're projecting.
What I was really thinking about in the previous section was the idea of me and my writing probably sometimes coming off as little more than a heckler, sitting in the cheap seats, and doing little more than taking cheap shots at those who are out there actually doing a something and making a difference or whatever.
This is not my intent.
I realize that doesn’t matter, but yeah, my intent is not to be a someone who sits in the wings and makes clever observations for notoriety/attention. We live in a world in which virtually every arena, the information flow is one-way. We are spoken to, and rarely, if ever, are we allowed to speak. Speeches, messages from the pulpit, rules, laws, practices, instructions, procedures, wishes, spells, charms, formulas, movies, newspapers, magazines, books, newsletters, television, radio, the web, you name it…virtually everything as it pertains to any dialogue of any kind in our society of our times, is all one-way, and the time and opportunity for questions, observations, suggestions and interactions of any kind are almost nil.
On those rare occasions where we mere mortals are allowed to speak, we’re usually so traumatized by the experience/opportunity that we fuck it up completely. We stumble, stammer, our voice shakes, or we’re so afraid to say what we really and actually want to say because we’re afraid we’re gonna look/feel like an idiot, so we throw a softball pitch, or don’t say what we want to say, or change the wording, or change the subject, or worse still, we say nothing at all…in every case, it’s a fucking nightmare on hell’s wheels. We never actually get the opportunity to speak enough, to actually learn how to do it. We never get to interact enough, to actually learn how to do it. This makes us very poor at expressing ourselves and expressing ourselves well, this lack of opportunity to speak also has the quality of seemingly encouraging us to express ourselves incorrectly or perhaps even inappropriately. We just flat out do not get enough “at bat” attempts in our lives to get better when it’s our turn at the plate and we’re facing down that major league pitcher. We never get to know, who we really are, via those experiences which reveal to us who we can be.
Me? Sure, I realize that there are likely times it may appear that I’m just some douchebag of less-than-average intelligence, taking pot-shots at “known” people from the relative safety of the shadows of anonymity where I reside, but the question is…
Q: Am I?
A: ¿Am I some douchebag taking cheap shots at targets of opportunity as they arise/present themselves?
I’ve got no answer(s) for you, and you probably wouldn’t like my answer even if I had one to give. I can only tell you that I am aware of this dynamic, and more than that, I try to be mindful of this dynamic. Beyond that, I guess you’re just gonna have to make up your own mind and speak your own piece. I’m not in the business of thinking for you nor am I in the business of speaking for you. Get involved. Speak for yourself. Mix it up a bit. Learn how to do it. Take the chance of sticking your own neck out, do so of your own accord, and let your own thoughts be known. That’s what I’m doing. I’m no fucking good at it, but yeah, that’s what I’m doing.
You wouldn’t have any inhibitions about drinking water that came from a huge lake would you? Or water that came from a large river, or some massive glacier or iceberg? Modern water considerations and concerns notwithstanding regarding water/impurities/pollutants/etc., what I’m getting at, is that if your water came from some large, easily-accessible and popular source, would you not drink this water specifically because it came from a large/easily-accessible/popular source. Mainstream, if you will. Just wondering why someone would feel guilty about consuming a something that came from the mainstream. Like say…oh I dunno, pop music for example. If it tastes good, and it satiates your thirst, what’s the problem? You afraid someone is gonna see your ears drinking that stuff? Feel like you’re alone in a bar and sucking on the cheap swill for a cheap thrill because it’s something you like, when suddenly all your friends burst in and catch you indulging in something that is not up to their standards?
Pure candy. Pure ear candy. Let’s us run that Willy Wonka-esque creation through some aftermarket filters and see how the video tastes after.
Sooooo much better with the music. In fact, that song is pretty fucking good without the video. Uptempo, good foot-tapper, anyone can sing along, it follows the “anthem song” template whilst adding enough of it’s own spice and flair to stand out in the pack, ain’t much if anything not to like about this new spin on an old dish. But then, you get added to the mix. You and you uptight and exclusive friends and all those rules and regulations and protocols and procedures governing what you can and cannot consume. Then, this song comes on…and you, like it.
What to do?! What to do?!
Maybe this song is a signal from the universe that it’s time for you and your pals to part company. For you to go your own way. I mean, that’s the point of exclusivity, right? Go your own way and be your own thing? Now, who the hell woulda thunk one could obtain exclusivity via drinking from the big pool.
When you see a tornado, that’s probably what you see.
When I see a tornado, this is what I see.
When one views the Earth/Terra from outside, we seem to have little to no difficulty rotating everything 90° in our heads. We look upon our sphere as if we’re looking out on the horizon rather than looking “down”. I guess maybe this is because our planet is nestled in the void, and something somewhere in our being lets us know that we are basically looking up, which really, is looking out. What I’m thinking about here that, from outside of our planet, we don’t seem to have as much difficulty with translation as it pertains to position as we do when we are on our planet. When one is “upright” on terra firma and/or somewhat upright, we seem to have difficulty with the notion that up is out, out is out, down is out, left is out, right is out. Everything is out. The only “in” that seems to exist is from, the outside. But even that doesn’t hold up for long once one goes deep enough. Keep going in, and eventually, in will once again become out. Some point exists in space or “a” space where everything that is, flips, and becomes everything that was. Gravity and attraction would have to play a part in this I would think, but there’s also something strange going on there with lines and curves. Hiding within that and those, appears to be some strange and unchangeable something. Some absolute. Some programmatic-ish something which exists in nature that says…
if is <> is
then is := was;
Maybe that’d be better stated as…
if is <> is AND was = is
is := was;
was := is;
Something weird about that tho since a something would almost need to happen, before it actually happens. If for no other reason than to ensure that both things happen simultaneously, which should ensure that the values are passed correctly with little to no impact on the system. Tachyons? Maybe also a delay in processing time, to hide the procedure from the observer/experiencer maybe? Maybe also a third heat via speed and distance in Neutrinos and some other goodies? Never can be too safe afterall and a cushion could certainly provide some insurance to ensure that the flip always and forever, occurs. Still, one would think that over time, that’d build up a helluva deficit in time. Maybe that’s how time is actually created tho. Build up a time deficit within time that can never be repaid, so to speak. Keep paying, and keep paying, expansion, expansion, etc., plenty is paid, but the original debt can never be repaid because the meter is still running, always has been, always will be.
Odd linear quality to that previous thought. Not so much an expansion as much as an expansion in a particular direction, at a particular time, from a particular perspective and/or certain perspectives. What I’m thinking about here is, imagine an hourglass turned on its side, and some mysterious force is pushing and pulling the enclosed sand from one end to the other. In our Universe, science and scientists always seem to see a balloon. I can see that, but what I mainly see is what I described above. A back and forth. Some is rushing away, some towards. Just kinda depends on where the observer is as to which direction matter and energy are running at that particular point in time. And I guess instead of a single hourglass, there could be many. I’d think there’s nothing prohibiting things moving in different directions at different times, nor that there’d a be any limits on the iterations, instances, nor any limits on the nesting/embedding. Cept maybe the aforementioned of course. That…thing…that causes “not” to become “is” whilst simultaneously, all things remain unchanged.
Hrmmmm…I get the feeling I’m being trolled here in some way.
Of all the things I can think of to do with a pressure cooker, banging on the fucking thing whilst it is under pressure is NOT, one of them. Still, I cannot tell if the advertiser is being totally irresponsible here for the sake of advertising, or if they are just trolling me in some way.
Both are a possibility I guess.
Oh, and you’ll need to watch the video below to know what I’m talking about.
Speaking of “not following the rules”, being irresponsible and/or being deceptive in making a buck, seems like more and more “the rules” are being flouted, and either A) no one is paying attention, B) no one knows that there are rules to be followed, or C) no one cares. Could be all that.
Quite sure that packaging is supposed to indicate where a something is actually manufactured and/or where a something comes from. It indicates that there is an audit trail, which indicates nothing shady is going on anywhere along the line, and that stuff you are shoving into your pie-hole is probably for the most part safe/not going to cause harm. Of course, loads of interests out there that don’t care if gold comes from illegal mines in South America or Philippines, or if diamonds come from some war-torn country in Africa, or even if your titanium is coming from illegal purchases made from Russia by your own government…but you can’t eat that stuff, or at least none of it can hurt you.
(so you think anyway)
But rolls? Yeah, if I go to Hawaii looking to contact the manufacturer of some rolls that had a bunch of metal shavings in them or made me sick, but the manufacturer ain’t actually in Hawaii? Well, what am I supposed to do now? Where did these phantom rolls come from? What recourse do I have? HELP!!!! I guess I have to turn to…my government.
Isn’t my government already supposed to be on top of shit like this? Prohibiting companies from operating in such a way as to be deceptive or misleading? I swear I have to do everything myself.
Knowing what we know, offering the vaccine “for free” isn’t much of an incentive. Hell, all kinds of products and services that offer that “free introductory service” or “free introductory time period” bullshit, and we KNOW what a scam that is.
It's a trap.
Get you in the door, and they can treat you however they want. Always trying to up-sell you, weird charges and fees, damn near impossible to cancel, impossible to get help, and if you bitch or show even the slightest inkling of dissatisfaction, they’ll cut you off. Can’t help but think this “vaccine for free” stuff isn’t any different.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without looking like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without feeling like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without being an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without looking like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without feeling like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without being an idiot.
Remember, your opinion…does…not…matter.
Helluva rabbit hole there.
One helluva weapon.
You want signs?
Here’s a sign for you.
That there is a fucking sign and a half.
Let’s explore some psychology on the topic of being accused of something you did not do, defending oneself, and let’s use one of history’s most famous bad guys, Al Capone. Al Capone was accused of not paying his taxes. If Al were to say “I didn’t do it”, does that actually constitute an affirmation/admission of guilt? Al is actually accused of not doing something, as such, saying “I didn’t do it” actually means “yeah I did it”. Nevermind that Al was only being accused of income tax evasion because the attempts to convict him and send him to prison on other charges all failed. You can’t get someone on the charges you want to get them on, so you get them on those charges in a roundabout way, by getting them different charges.
More than that, sounds just flat out wrong. Ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, the reason you cannot get this someone on the charges you want to get them on is because they are…innocent of those charges? Lemme splain where I’m going with this. There are many groups that have vetting processes. Sometimes these vetting processes are better defined by calling them “initiations”. It is with that in mind that we should point out that these vetting/initiation processes are usually done “in-house”, but we should also note that sometimes, people can take it upon themselves to engage in these processes. “Prove themselves”, if you will, and do so without knowledge, consent, approval, nor at the behest/prompting of the group typically responsible for these processes. Some lone wolf wants in the club, this lone wolf researches/learns what they think the vetting processes to be, then they start doing these things of their own accord in the hopes of getting noticed and eventually being welcomed in to whatever circle they desire to join/be a part of.
To make this a little more relatable, maybe think of some person seeing a bunch of “punk rockers” on the street, this person decides they too want to be a punk rocker, goes out and buys a bunch of “punk rock” clothes, gets a “punk rocker” haircut, maybe pierces their cheek, gets a tattoo or two, then proceeds to loiter in the same areas/venues that punk rockers do. In our case however, we’re thinking more about gangsters circa 1930’s Chicago and/or New York, and maybe that there were “wannabes” out there who maybe started doing some gangster shit in order to get a reputation and hopefully get noticed by the mob. Maybe even get asked to join, because like, you’ve already proved yourself for this very reason, right?
With that in mind, let us take this in a bit of a different direction since “the mob” or even “gangsters” is a bit ambiguous. There are, after all, usually many more than just one faction, and these various factions within “the mob” are more likely to be at odds rather than the homogeneous/homologous something it is typically made out to be by outsiders. That’s right, if our lone wolf gets noticed by “the mob”, it is likely that our wolf is on many different radars, and no telling how these various interests may decide to handle this situation. Hell, they’ve basically got a rogue element that they can play six ways from Sunday, do so to their own advantage, having little to no culpability themselves, and maybe even take out their competition in the process. See where I’m going with this yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
I don’t either. Just out for a drive for the sake of driving.
The St. Valentine’s Day Murders have always been spun as a clear-cut case of agents acting according to the will of/on the instructions of one Alphonse Capone whilst Al himself sat it out in Florida. However, what if some rival faction actually performed this operation for the specific purpose of getting Al pinned with the crime. Al was Public Enemy #1, everyone wants his head, so, why not give one of your own enemies the knife to do it with? Hell, the US Government itself could probably rationalize and justify killing all those people just to get to Capone. Not only are you getting rid of the gangsters to be murdered, you get Capone in the process…
it's win all around.
In thinking of pursuing Capone on things that are basically unrelated to the real reasons you are persecuting this someone, occurs to me that this is a long, dark train that has no end. Creates questions instead of answering them. It’d be like me yelling at my girlfriend for not fixing dinner, when I’m actually pissed at her because she wrecked the car and I couldn’t give a fuck if she fixed dinner or not. They may have been guilty of both, but the lack of clarity and “solving” one problem via another just seems wrong to me. Convenient for me in the moment perhaps, but it opens a door that may be difficult or maybe even impossible to close.
Don’t ask me why initiations have been on my mind. They have tho. And even tho it’s been a coupla weeks since that above was written, something damn weird just appeared on my radar…
All this talk of jab, the jab and jabbing are bad enough, but what was really strange is that it made me think of a tweet I’d seen only last night…
And of course there was this just a coupla days ago…
Not sure what to make of all of it other than 1) things appear to be getting back to normal, and 2) I guess that security bridge in Operation Bridger is still under construction or something.
The word “bridger” appears to have some interesting meanings.
“One who bridges, or connects two previously separate things.”
“U.S. fur trader and mountain man, noted for his tall tales.”
That lockdown interlude gave the world but such a brief taste of happiness, hopefulness and harmony. Now that’s ending, it’s “game on!” I guess.
As you were, citizens.
Oh, and it appears that David Amess dude has died 😦
Sorry you died/got killed dude. Hopefully you and your party haven’t left too big of a mess in your wake.
Was the final sentence in that previous paragraph totally out of line?
Welp, hopefully nobody turns the dude’s coffin over and creates a mess of Amess at his wake. Assuming he has a wake. The dude sounds like he was more or less upright and righteous, or at least tried to be, and we all prolly know how hella hard that is to do in this wicked old world. Prolly even more difficult to do in Old Blighty, land of sin, evil and corruption.
But what I was thinking about is I get the feeling that Conservatives and Libertarians alike are quite furious at Conservatives currently. I mean sure, all this SARS-CoV2/COVID-19 stuff and some other weird shit has gotten Brexit almost completely off the radar, but no one in the UK (at least on the Conservative side) seems to be very happy about how Conservatives have been handling themselves regarding CO\ /ID. I guess at its heart, instead of opposing this restrictive and quasi-dystopian legislation, the Conservatives appear to be whole-hog for it. Track and Trace, firing the hero essential workers of the NHS who refuse to get the COVID vaccine even tho they somehow survived the entirety of the initial pandemic, social distancing and mask wearing requirements not being eased and lockdowns that last forever, difficult if not impossible to travel, all kinds of crazy shit that really doesn’t make sense from a “conservative perspective” I guess. But, they are a political party, and every political party is gonna have a mantra of “toe the line, or else”, so maybe they’re just showing their true colors? I mean, I don’t live there, so I have to wonder how “conservative” conservatives really are in the UK.
Maybe there’s some other game afoot here. Maybe the conservatives are playing the long game, and too many people are too focused on the short game(s). I know here in the US, the best way to get something banished forever, is to legalize it. Once a something is actually on the books and in the system, just about anything can be done with it. Assuming the game plan of the Conservatives is indeed to get the laws on the books via their own methods and means so they can better drive them from there, that is. Sounds risky for sure, and a helluva lotta people are gonna pay some hefty short-term prices that may really fuck them up long-term. And it’s not like the Conservatives can come right out and say “hey, we’re doing this for the sole purpose of fucking it up completely and making sure no one can do this very easily in the future”, it’s all gotta be done on the down low and hush hush. The down side to playing such a dangerous game is them getting voted out of office, the Conservatives don’t get to see it through, and all those juicy control laws are on the books unaltered and unchallenged, and just waiting for the right wrong person and/or people to come along and get their filthy mitts on them.
The other day some random dude followed me on Twitter. As per usual, I didn’t pay them much mind for a span to see if they’d unfollow me if I didn’t immediately follow them back. Lotta folks on Twitter appear to do that. Follow account for the express purpose of obtaining a follow back.
Trolling, for followers.
Anyway, as per usual, I went and looked at the dude’s Twitter feed and started the brief vetting process that I typically do, then followed the dude back. I then get what I assume is an automated DM to me encouraging me to go listen to his music and “help spread the word”, I guess about his music, and him and his enterprise or whatever. No way this automated process or bot or whatever could know this, but I’d already listened to the song they sent me in the DM, and my first inkling was to reply back and solicit them to, in return, purchase a copy of the latest Underdog Anthology and maybe go read me and my friends’ blogs.
Ask a bot or automated process, to buy a book. I guess maybe I could query it as to possibly buying/reading the Kindle version? Anyway, not ragging on the guy really as much as just pointing out that, I, tend to plug people’s shit because I choose to of my own accord. If I find something interesting, I share it because there are others out there who might dig it whether it be music or movies or art or information or whatever. Like I said, I’d already listened to that song and was already gonna plug it even tho it’s not really my kind of music if for no other reason that it’s not bad and because I know that there might be someone else out there who’d like it a lot. I’d be there Bridger in this case: bringing people together. And also, there’s a bit in the video that says “MAKE IT ALL ABOUT YOU” which, was syncy as hell because I’d just written something for my own blog where…I make a section that is not about me, all about me. And now that I’ve done the same by making this entire section about me, me and me, here’s the fucking song. Enjoy.
(it's actually pretty good)
So, there you have it, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention, and… Have a Song…
*Why does he keep saying ‘annihilation’, Clicky? Me and Cade remote viewed that last night… /lights up… And it has a lighthouse in it…*
*Weird and interesting movie… /deep drag… No wonder MEROVEE Frank in the Red universe references it often…*
*/holds breath…. And I’m sure that lucifurious tweet had the movie’s shimmer colours, Clicky…*
*Ding Dong, Clicky! …/pats snout… It’s chapter 8 of the Fallen Goddess mythos…*
8. Observing that Sophia cannot manage the prodigious explosion of biological diversity she produces, the divinities of the galactic center send the Aeon Christos to configure and coordinate the instinctual life-plans of her progeny. This is the Christic intercession;
*Have a Song, Clicky…*
Fluster (v) early 15c. (implied in flostrynge), “bluster, agitate,” probably from a Scandinavian source (compare Icelandic flaustr “bustle,” flaustra “to bustle”), from Proto-Germanic *flaustra-, probably from PIE *pleud-, extended form of root *pleu- “to flow.” Originally “to excite,” especially with drink; sense of “to flurry, confuse” is from 1724. Related: Flustered; flustering; flustery. As a noun, 1710, from the verb.
*/lights up… Class are fick? That’s a bit harsh, Clicky… /puffs…*</i>
I have a post in moderation over on MEROVEE. See, I took a selfie…
*Yeah, the skeleton of a post… /drags… Knot fleshed out…*
*It’s released? /cough… No point me continuing with this post… /huffs… Fucking pointless exercise…*
Um… Apparently my MEROVEE Friday afternoon scribblings have been set free, Dear Reader. You can go read it now. Only if you wanna…
*Oh… /sucks smoke… Homework, Clicky?! …/snorts smoke… Well okay then, if you wanna try…*
*/clicks tongue… Gotcha… /pats snout…*
Dear Reader… Have a Sit Com 😉
Dear Reader, so far this week we’ve had ‘Fire & Fury’…
*Hmm… crossing arms…*
…Google unable to handle Damore’s ‘truth’ to Maduro setting up a ‘Truth Commission‘… It is totally Caracas out there, Dear Reader…
A new missive from Cade follows. It’s quite long, so hopefully we won’t all be reduced to vape-or-ASH before you get to the end of it…
…c Ya at the bottom… 😉
This where this starts. If you are interested in starting somewhere else, feel free to do so at your leisure. I have to start here. Catch ya on the flipside…
wherever that might be/not be.
^Trio Los Panchos – Quizas, quizas, quizas.^
8-8 4-30 12-18 11-15 6-20 (fail)
11-15 3-25 12-20 1-4 3-21 (fail)
11-15 3-6 (fail)
^Happy Mondays – Step On^
Ignore that numerical shit above...it means nothing.
This morning….I got to thinking about change, changes and changing while I was sitting upon the can and relieving my body of poop.
I personally find this scenario “weird” because, I usually think about only two things plus one procedural addition during my own personal process of dumping poop into the splashy porcelain water bowl of doom, that is located in the chamber of ultimate isolation…
(1) getting on,
(2) getting off,
(3) remove clinging particles.
Not that there are not LOADS of membrane processes and/or pressure changes going on there or anything. And not that pressures and pressures changes have any affect on our bodies. So…is it any wonder that people sometimes report thinking about the goddamndest of things while sitting on the shitter and making #2?
This has me now thinking of “normal” and “normalcy” with respect to these pressure changes, which got me to thinking about ergonomics. And yes…ergonomics as it relates to the workplace. I mean…where else does ergonomics play a role in your life but the workplace? It’s not like you have any choice or choices at work…you do what you are told.
^The Charlatans – The Only One I Know^
Been watching a lot of drag racing videos. I spent a lot of time with my nose in drag racing magazines when I was a kid. Lotta things that I haven’t thought of in a long time.
Q: Do you want to know me or not?
A: I dunno either.
Shit like below tho? Yeah…I spent a lot of time hearing about a lot of perspectives about women, and from women, about women. What they never tell you about, is…”a woman”. Guess you gotta find that one yourself.
^LEGENDS: THE SERIES – THE LEGEND OF “JUNGLE PAM” HARDY^
Last Wednesday, whatshername had the pest-control people come out and spray the house. Thursday morning, I wandered out front like I typically do…and there was a dead grass snake in the middle of the walkway. Very small, so it had to be young, but I thought it was just sunning in the morning sunshine, and was going to prod it back into the grass since others that traverse this walkway may not be as mindful about where they walk, and might crush him/her. But it was dead. I then remembered that they had sprayed the previous day, so, yeah…mission accomplished.
I moved the snake to a non-conspicuous area of the grass, and figured something would prolly eat it. But night came, and it was still there. Friday morning came, and it was still there. Friday night came, and it was still there. I mean, not even ants were on it, but then again, why would there be any ants on it…they had just nuked the entire area two days prior. It got me to wondering about these dead-zones that are created by spraying and/or pest control, and just how out of balance these areas are and/or can be.
Saturday morning came. I looked for the snake, but I couldn’t locate it…then…I noticed a BIG goddamn snail right about where the snake should be. I then noticed the snake…or what was left of it. This snail must have sucked the snake completely dry, as all that was left of the snake was it’s skin, which had the appearance of one of those paper wrappers that covers drinking straws. I couldn’t have been watching this snail for more than 15-20 seconds, when it began to retreat. I musta been just in time.
^Fixx – Lowlyfe – Break Beat Temazo^
I’m not sure how to qualify the video below. It’s too awesome for description. I guess it’s one of those “needs to be experienced” kinda things that even then, still defies description. Guess you had to be there.
^Cuba Feliz – Lagrimas Negras (Lyric added)^
There was an interesting Tweet that came up on the radar after I finished my morning movement.
Musta been the #2 ass-pecked of thinking at the time, but #5 is NOT what caught my attention. There are #2 pics in that Tweet, not #1. So…I hunted down the source of pic #2.
The first line of the first sentence of the first paragraph is what grabbed me.
“Electric or ‘plug-in’ vehicles come in all shapes and sizes with a wide array of technologies making up this sector.”
Man…talk about ME being non-committal.
That sentence is devoid of anything and everything except grammatical rules and spelling accuracy, and my personal incompetency in these areas makes me question the presence/existence of even those. Jesus Christ…talk about a gasp of oppression from whoever had to think that shit up…I’ve never seen a better example. Not that I’ve done any technical writing or anything…but yeah…I’ve done loads of technical writing.
That sentence says “I’ve/We’ve not a fucking clue”…they must be talking about new shit. They may even be talking about new shit that appears outwardly as old shit. I guess these fixed roadway systems and accompanying infrastructures weren’t as liberating and freeing as we thought, eh?
^Stone Roses – Fools Gold(Full Version)^
“To find out more about plug-in vehicles, watch our electric car guide video that explains the different types of electric vehicles and helps you understand how the different fuel technologies can work for you.”
“If you’re interested in learning how to manage your fleet sustainably to save money and reduce emissions, read our fleet management essentials.”
IT’S A GOLDRUSH!!!
^Happy Mondays – Loose Fit (Official Music Video)^
So yeah anyway, fuck electric cars or whatever…I can’t afford a car of any type, shape, size or array of technology type(s). But since LegIron is getting Ultra-Violent with his stove, I can talk about something else. Like…I watched a video last week that shows someone demolishing a barn with 164 lbs of Tannerite.
(whatever in the fuck Tannerite is)
It appears that you can buy this shit from various places…
I have no idea why this particular video came up in my recommended videos, but it did, and I had to wonder why in the FUCK someone would blow up a barn they want to get rid of instead of demolishing it by hand. So…I watched it. Even tho I am a pyrotechnician, I personally HATE things that explode. May seem ironic, but a few up close experiences with these things can certainly change your thinking about them.
Q: Why not hire a 164 lb person to tear your barn down for you?
^sugarloaf – green eyed lady^
WHY BIG DATA IS A SMALL IDEA …
I’m getting there. Just doing a little light reading. I usually don’t pay attention to much when I am reading. Hence, I don’t learn much. You’re prolly safe.
^Eydie Gorme Y Trio Los Panchos – “Piel Canela”^
I’m not here to tell you what to do or which way to go. Therefore, yeah…much of the shit I write is incomplete and/or full of holes. I write that way on purpose. It’s intentional. By design. I actually put a lot of thought into much of what I include or omit when I’m writing, irrespective of how quickly/slowly I bang this shit out. That leaves room for you to find your own goddamn answers. Not that many people read this shit, but “this shit” does filter down, to and through channels.
Always being mindful of others helps me better express myself, seeing as I have no answers to give and I know that. That said, there are answers to be had, and you can find these answers anywhere and everywhere. Some answers just take an insane amount of time to find. Prolly a good time for some self-evaluation(s) as to modes and methods there, irrespective of the channels that you navigate.
Acceptable...unacceptable...same things at different times.
^Buena Vista Social Club – Candela^
While we are changing topics here…lets talk changes and changing and change and related stuff. Women…for example. How much do you really need to know?
There’s a good chance that any woman you hook up with has prolly been through something called puberty…maybe that rings a bell/you may have already heard of it. There’s also a good chance that this woman has an interest in a concept called “marriage”. Here in The USA, it’s pretty popular/unpopular thing at various times, so I can only assume that it is similarly popular/unpopular worldwide. There are these things called…babies.
(Google it yourself if you don't believe me)
Women appear to have an interest in these things called babies. There is also this thing called menopause that women go through. You may also need to Google this one. That’s IT! Finito!!! You now know all you need to know/all there is to know about women. That makes “the woman”…and everything else about her…unique. Specific to her and her alone.
Now all you gotta do is figure out what all that shit is. Just keep in mind that she is always learning and growing while you are simultaneously trying to learn all of the existing shit about her. Some choices on your part to be made there. Might wanna be mindful. Just sayin’.
Have fun 🙂
^Blur (The Best Of) – Girls and Boys^
Speaking of Twitter…there was also a pic that came up somewhere, that showed some woman jumping up and down at a sporting event of some kind, and I guess she wasn’t wearing a bra, and someone was lucky enough to capture some photos of her underboob. I ain’t looking that one up…
(ba da ching)
but it did get me to thinking a bit, and not just about boobs at various angles and/or various states of motion. I mean yeah…breasts and the woman they are attached to is interesting, but there were/are a number of creepy aspects to consider. I can think of a lot of wheels turning that made these particular photos possible, but it makes me feel creepy to think about them, even tho many of these thoughts would prolly be considered by others as being pretty straightforward … tame … even.
EX: This person specifically requesting/hiring a photographer to take pics of her at this event, they sell any interesting photos to interested parties, split the money.
Gotta keep in mind tho, I’m wondering how in the fuck these pics wound up in a publication of any kind. Lotta angles to suddenly consider. Lotta players too.
^Pulp – Common People^
Q: If “pressure within the head” is of utmost importance during times of trauma, why would it not be important all of the time?
We have many membranes within our bodies. Prolly goes without saying that pressure might be important. But what if pressure cannot change according to “standards?” Take an asthmatic, for example. Now take that asthmatic, and put them on a ventilator. The lungs do more than merely inflate. They even do more than just inflate/deflate. Not that I would know.
I mean, if “asthma” is unique enough of a condition to separate it from standard operating procedure, then why wouldn’t the entirety of the individual that has this condition also be unique? Just thinking that many of these standards have become so standard that they are in fact, non-standard. The application portion contextually within the dynamics of changing environment is going to make people’s head swim when they start thinking about it like that. Is it any wonder why the concept of change is so scary? Especially when and if YOU are changing, and no one else is.
Now yer gonna wanna grab onto something, and if something isn’t there to grab onto, yer gonna wanna create something to grab onto yourself. Lot’s to think about there.
^Happy Mondays – Wrote For Luck (Official Music Video)^
What really got me to thinking about writing, was tomorrow. I mean, this was yesterday that I was thinking about writing tomorrow, so yesterday’s thinking would have been about two days from yesterday, which is tomorrow today.
Tomorrow today is August 8th…my dad’s birthday. But I think that HIS dad’s birthday was on August 7th or 9th, and dad’s MOM’s birthday was either August 7th or 9th…I can’t remember. But they were all born within 3 days of each other in different years. I think my dad’s only sister may have been in there somewhere as well, or maybe she was nearer my older sister’s birthday. Can’t recall. I just know that a lot of birthdays within my family fall weird. Lotta weird death-days in there as well.
EX: My paternal grandfather died on November 13, and was buried two days later on my birthday…November 15th.
Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE forgot my birthday that year. I have no idea why tho. Musta been something else going on or something.
^PEDRO INFANTE – QUIEN SERA (HD)^
What pushed me over the edge and got me to actually sitting down and writing tho, was a song. Someone pass along that Happy Mondays song…and I was like…
HOLY SHIT!!! THE HAPPY MONDAYS!!!
I had forgotten about them. Not that there isn’t tons of shit that I’ve forgotten about. But why would I actively remember something that falls under the banner of something that was no longer important? Music…in this instance. Especially something that could be considered arcane or fleeting under this banner…The Happy Mondays…for example.
Oh…they are called “Happy Mondays”…and not…”The Happy Mondays”.
Lots of bands have struggled with that “The” concept/addition with respect to band names/naming…but I digress.
So yeah…Happy Mondays broke up in 1993…so yeah…kinda fleeting.
^Halie Loren – Sway / Quien sera^
Today is now 8-8. I got sidetracked and stopped writing yesterday. Did some quick Twitter breezing, as there were 36 unread Tweets, and it seems…Google is in the news.
Q: If you give a certain concept a name, does that validate the concept?
I ain’t gonna look up this Google story, but it appears that someone got canned by Google.
Seeing as how I was just pondering corporate and corporations right before bed, that gets me to thinking about “guilt” and “guilt-free”…and how these concepts relate to life/a life.
Oh...and HBD Pop.
Q: If your first reaction/response to an event is “What in the FUCK was that?!?!?” or “No fucking WAY that just happened!!!” or “I can’t BELIEVE that just happened!!!” or something similar, why would that original concept/thought ever change?
A: ? Show ¿ Can ? Awe ¿
Yeah…Shock And Awe, sho’ can awe. So can show.
I think a lot about pretexts and conceptions as it relates to control and controlled, and also with respect to things that are controllable/uncontrollable. Dogs…are a great example. Especially as it relates to the concept of “pet/a pet”…and certainly when cats are thrown into this mix. Lots of assumptions have already been made about cats and/or dogs and their “owners” and the hows and whys as to who chooses what and when.
Q: How many animals are born with the ability to speak, read, write and understand the same language you speak?
A: (hang on to your hats here)
Q: If mathematics is “The Universal Language”…then how come so few people speak it?
Q: What happened to love?
I would have thought that communication would be “The Universal Language”. Or at least the base/a base for it. Is it what you have to say, or your desire to say it that makes communication important? Or is it, actually saying it/actually communicating it? Or all of the above? Prolly a lot more to consider there. Just sayin’.
^REZZ x Kotek – Ascension^
X: Maybe you should take a break.
Cade: Prolly. I’m kinda lost.
X: Hadn’t noticed.
Cade: Whatever it is, it’s suddenly buzzing around in there somewhere.
X: Can’t grab it tho.
Cade: I wonder sometimes if I’m actually trying to grab it tho. Most of the time, I don’t feel that its something I need to “grasp.” Too much…”now what” that goes along with it.
T: You think that would be any different if your station in life was different?
Cade: Why entertain such thoughts tho? If I’m supposed to be somewhere, that’s where I’ll be.
Z: Took a minute to get here…didn’t it?
For the sake of anyone reading here…I just had quite the gap in thinking. Typically…these “convos” come out fast, and I just write them from top to bottom, never knowing who is gonna say what nor when. But between myself and “Z”, on that last exchange, there was about a one minute gap where I sat at my desk with the wind whistling through my ears. Almost like someone had something to say, but either didn’t know what to say and/or how to say it. Contemplating.
Cade: So…idleness and what that really is.
X: You’ve already jumped the shark. Good show.
Cade: lolz…I guess I did jump the shark there didn’t I? lolz
Z: Yeah…anyway…erm…this CFrank Davis dude has been talking about “idleness” lately.
Cade: I’ve not given it much thought since that’s kinda where I operate all the time.
B: Meaning what exactly?
Cade: Meaning, I think a lot.
A: Ain’t no work being done when you ain’t doing nothing but thinking…is that it?
Cade: WOAH!!! Look at who has developed a saucy attitude and/or approach all of a sudden like!!!
A: Thought I’d give it a whirl.
Cade: Nicely done. Well played. ❤
X: I wanna talk about nothing.
0: Me too.
Cade: rofl…welp…let’s on with it then.
X: Why do you think we ask you so many questions?
Cade: The best way for me to find my own answers is not via my own questions.
X: And why do you think that would be?
Cade: Welp…I fear much of that which much of society seems to deem as mystical.
Z: Gotten any…help…in that regard recently?
Cade: Yep. Mentioned getting some help in those areas to someone else just recently.
T: Anyone in particular?
Cade: Funny that YOU would mention it. 😉
T: Why do you think the thought of some “Egyptian God” would be so traumatising to you personally.
Cade: Mainly, because I was told/taught that it should be traumatizing.
X: Lotta nested thoughts about trauma there as it relates to thinking.
Z: That’s not what you were just thinking.
Cade: No. But I cannot organize every single thought into something tangible, and certainly not on cue or command.
Z: And why is that?
Cade: It doesn’t allow me to custom tailor that response to whoever is asking.
X: Now if anything in this universe ever sounded non-committal and wishy-washy, that previous statement would be right in and amongst such sounds.
Cade: Details only require the slightest bit of attention in order to understand just how important they are.
C: Like a woman’s teeth…or her nose?
Cade: Or whatever.
0: What about Osiris? You never mention him much.
Cade: I’m learning. But I can never really know these entities as individuals, until and unless I can.
X: That’s a tall order.
Cade: /me shrugs
0: You really need to work on that story. Lotta interest being shown for “The Seven Sisters” here and there recently.
Cade: I know. I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit. Just…wanting to represent them correctly/accurately in the story.
X: Not possible.
Cade: Welp…you got that shit right. But I’m gonna try.
B: Maybe you shoulda mentioned more details in the first part of the story.
Cade: And you wonder why I’m having trouble writing this shit?
Z: Not really.
^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^
If you target a certain area, for the sake of the whole, all while foresaking the whole for the sake of this target area, is it really any wonder that you spend so much time disappointed? The belly/belly-fat…for example. Or cellulite on the legs. That belly is connected to you, and so are those luscious legs of yours. There will be affects in other areas when you make changes. Prolly why certain people are classified as “being addicted” when it comes to getting tattoos or piercings. There’s a symmetry to the body, which means there is a symmetry to the self, and everything else.
Matthew 6 - Verse 3 is of particular note.
There’s a scalar kind of vibe to that thinking with respect to balance. Now, all we need is time. If you work on your belly, then your legs, neck and shoulders are gonna know about it. If you work on your legs, your back is gonna know about it. Prolly why meditation, Yoga and Tai Chi are so popular in certain parts of the world, and why these things are so attractive to other parts of the world that don’t have these things.
Q: Do you REALLY need to do Tai Chi for 3 hours each day in order to be able to sit at a desk and type for 8 hours each day?
A: Only you can answer this.
^ZZ TOP – Got Me Under Pressure^
Even if you find an answer for yourself, I’m still not sure what in the flying fuck that has to do with me. Your answer for you is not applicable to me, unless it is. I wonder if I have any say in this process?
Maybe it was corn, and not apples.
Yeah…that fruit…or whatever.
Yeah that one.
Dunno why anyone ever thought it was apples.
If I had to pick, I’d personally pick mushrooms.
^Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) – 1984^
If you are looking for answers from me…let’s start off on the correct foot.
A1: Fuck You.
^FREE RIDE – Edgar Winter Group^
^Focus – Hocus Pocus^
If you hadn’t heard already, there has been an ‘unprecedented‘ global cyber attack reported, Dear Reader…
Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…
*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*
Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^
So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.
That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.
BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.
OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.
^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.
^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^
Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.
EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.
EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.
^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^
The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.
EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?
Mystery = Mysteriously Mysterious! Next!
^Pantera – Killers^
Kung Fu Hustle
Hero (2002 Film)
Warring States Period
Three Kingdoms of Korea
China (Redirected from People’s Republic of China)
Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”
^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^
Anything going on in the world?
What about your world? Anything going on there?
Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^
I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.
That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.
But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.
Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.
^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^
It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?
Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.
Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?
That wasn’t such a long walk…was it?
^Fluke – Slid (Glid)^
Lossy Compression (Redirected from Lossy)
Brainwashing (Redirected from Brainwash)
Pointless Topology (Redirected from Locale theory)
OK…so learning ain’t always so boring afterall. In the Wiktionary definition for “shithole”…there was an example of usage as follows…
“That hotel we stayed at in New York was an absolute shithole; no wonder it only cost $12 per night.”
$12 a night? What did you expect? The Ritz?
Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?
A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"
Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.
Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.
And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.
^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^
Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?
- The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
- Someone has died according to the knucklehead at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round.
- The chucklehead(s) at Twilight Language have declared some kind of Yankee and Cowboy war…whatever in the fuck that is.
- The chuckelhead(s) over at Merovee are talking about God only knows what.
- The chucklehead(s) over at SyncBookRadio are doing whatever it is that they do.
- The chucklehead(s) over at Tek-Gnostics are talking archaeology.
- The chucklehead over at The Secret Sun is talking about Paganism or something.
And this chucklehead right here is talking about whatever in the fuck it is that I am talking about.
What a pack of fucking weirdos.
^Chemical Brothers – Under the Influence^
It appears that some things are going wrong in the world.
LET’S WATCH IT AS IT HAPPENS!!!
^FAILS Compilation || March 2017 || MonthlyFails^
And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.
^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^
I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.
1 Trampoline + 1 Ladder + 1,000 Mousetraps + 1 Dan.
What could POSSIBLY go wrong?
^Diving into 1000 Mousetraps in 4K Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
Fuck it. Here’s some more cool slo mo shit.
^Best Slow Motion Videos 2017^
And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.
^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^
Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.
Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…
Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?
Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.
But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^
My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.
Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”
Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.
I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?
^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^
I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why?
Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers.
Lieutenant Gorman: So?
Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system?
Burke: [interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right.
Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos.
Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.
Now…for the hard part.
Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.
^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^
My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.
Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.
It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.
^Depeche Mode – Nothing [Justin Strauss Mix]^
It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?
A: The Need Unmet.
I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.
But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.
But for now...I wait.
^Sterling Angel – Betrayal (Original mix)^
^New Order vs Depeche Mode vs Daft Punk – (Sterbinszky and Coddie Mashup)^