CLICK5: Truth Inside The Lie?

Doctors & Angels – Who Knew?

‘An apprentice butcher who is taught all aspects of the noble art has as much skill as a surgeon.’

*No, you’re an inter-dimensional, alien dolphin assistant, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Now assist me by getting a Song to start this shambles with. If you please…*

*Ooh, good choice. Thanks…*

Hello, Dear Reader, and welcome to Day 34 of lockdown at the LoL. Actually that’s not true – we’ve been open the whole time to visitors. This is a smoking area (see signage displayed to your left), and if there’s one thing to emerge from this time of pandemic, it’s that the Coronavirus appears to find smokers somewhat inhospitable…

*Take a looky… /lights up… Masked… /drags smoke into lungs… Full PPE..*

On Thursday evening, presumably after the ritual applause for the national religion…

*I know, the double standards on display are quite ridiculous…*

… there was a rare injection of humour on the telly…

*Catherine Tate is fab, Clicky… /grins… “Doin’ my Tik Toks”…*

… that got me thinking of another screen to screen conversation…

*Ha! …/flicks ash… Nightingale does shorthand… /blows smoke… Shorthanded…*

*Ooh, that is an icy blast…*

*/final drag… Don’t blink indeed, Clicky… /stubs butt… If you’re feeling Kubricky, Clicky, then ‘bleach’ is a ‘Shining’ word… /plumes smoke… Where are we with this shambles?*

*It was so sad how Donna Noble and the Doctor parted company…*

*Of course, their relationship was strictly platonic, Clicky…*

*Animated statues…*

*Little angels…*

*You know that they are still trying to exterminate smoking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… You couldn’t make it up…*

Time to end this shambles, Dear Reader. Have a smoke and a Song…

 

 

Adventures In Remote Viewing: I See, You See…

Previously at the LoL

*You back from the park, Clicky? Good, I’m writing a post. You can help…*

Earlier today, Dear Reader, I had a comment caught in the Spam trap over in the Red universe of MEROVEE. I thought I’d take the opportunity to get a screengrab, so that you can see what I saw when I posted the comment: the bare bones, or the skeleton of it so to speak. Kinda like an X-Ray image…

Merovee Moderated

*Oh brilliant! Frank’s freed it… /lights up and smokes… Looks different in the flesh…*

It is true, Dear Reader: the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I are in the midst of remote viewing the fantastic Wes Cecil’s series of 16 talks on the His Story of Feel O’Sophie…

*Too fuckin’ right it’s epic, Clicky… /drags… I wonder what Cade makes of it…*

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I dunno if “the usual” will Doo here RooBee. If I segue into Brick Top’s speech from the movie ‘Snatch’ regarding the disposal of dead bodies utilizing pigs…

…and then try and explain how that thought connects to a Tweet regarding Tony The Tiger…

… and Netflix hero Joe Bling The Tiger Dude + his nemesis utilizing tigers to dispose of her allegedly murdered husband’s body?

…It might not make sense to anyone reading. Not to mention that 1) your own Tweet about hats is still buzzing around in my brain…

… and 2) Merovee Frank’s comment about fractals has me to thinking about utilizing less-liner, non-linear and perhaps even non-repeating geometric shapes for more accurately measuring speed(s) and distance(s).

Top all that off with the thought of Hillary Clinton potentially being tapped to be Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidential running mate?

… There’s some creepy shit going on. It’s really fucking with my ability to focus on thinking about why Dark Matter may sometimes coalesce into more dense concentrations, and sometimes disburse into less dense concentrations. More than that, pondering the recognizability of Dark Matter, as Dark Matter, when in various concentrations. Wondering what divisibility has to do with size/scale. And not to make this mess any more confusing, however…

Human Microbiome

Since we are contemplating what “light speed” really means to an object that is traveling at only 5 miles per hour, may as well bring up discrepancies in the measurements of time.

“More recent estimates, he noted, put the total number of human cells at anywhere from 15 trillion to 724 trillion, and the number of gut microbes at anywhere between 30 trillion and 400 trillion. Which gives a ratio that can best be expressed as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.”

Source

Seems it could be anywhere from 45 trillion to 1.124 quadrillion, so to let’s just take a median-ish type thing and say our human body/bodies has 250 trillion microbial and microscopic thingies inside of each one of us, and let us think like an accountant might. Let’s think in terms of “man hours” with respect to aggregate:

250,000,000,000,000 seconds/per second;

250,000,000,000,000 / 60 = 4,166,666,666,666.6666666666666666667 minutes per second;

4,166,666,666,667 / 60 = 69,444,444,444.45 hours per second;

69,444,444,444 / 24 = 2,893,518,518,518.5 days per second;

2,893,518,518,518.5 / 365 = 7,927,447,995.9410958904109589041096 years per second;

7,927,447,995 / 100 = 79,274,479.95 centuries per second.

Now, the fact that my own body ticks off 79 million centuries per second is jarring enough. But if there are indeed close to 8 billion people on this planet?

79,274,479.95 centuries per second * 8,000,000,000 = 634,195,839,600,000,000

634+ quadrillion centuries tick off, every second, of every day, within humans alone, on this planet. That’s a lot of time, in almost no time at all.

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

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*I know! Maths!*

 

*Okay, but what do I do with that?*

*Ah, so like the D’OHists? …/stubs butt… Come on, I wanna finish this up so we can get back to listening to the next talk, Clicky…*

 

CLICK5: Potato, Pot Arto… */shrugs…*

CV Soldier In Training

CLICK5: Hope Springs Eternal

Providential Planning Etc.

 

*It was inevitable, Clicky… /lights up… Gotta work from home for at least three weeks…*

 

*Ooh… /drags… knot seen a spangle in ages…*

 

*Well, yeah, Spangled… /plumes smokes… Hey, the movie Cade and I remote viewed last night was set in Boston…*

 

*Providence! …/flicks ashThat’s where I heard Providence. Wow, those Italians took a beating, eh?*

 

*Fourth Turnings are scary-weary, Clicky…/final drag… They’re called the ‘Crisis’ season for a reason…*

reality bites winter of discontent

*/squints… Winona’s in that movie…*

 

*Still, Clicky… /stubs butt… at least I can now smoke whilst working. Fank fuck, Thoughtful Man stocked up on fags…*

 

 

 

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Lamp ‘Ere A Day and Gone Tomorrow

*Jews bury? …/lights up… Oh, Doo’s Brie… /drags… Right you are, Clicky… /expels smoke… Shambling time…*

*Aren’t we always? …/tilts head… Until Dear Reader turns up that is…*

Hello, there, Dear Reader, glad you could join us. The Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I have been enjoying a spot of remote viewing this week, totally enthralled by the fantastic, but all too short lived TV space/western, Firefly…

Mexico-Fireflies

*Purdy… /drags…*

…and its swan song movie, Serenity

*/taps ash… So, ‘Pacific Union’ and ‘pacify’ have popped up in this post so far… /deep drag… entraining peace…*

peace with a knife

*Well, it is a shambles, Clicky… /wink…*

… Last night’s remote viewing on the other hand was completely different. First up, the third installment of a synchronicity series Cade and I have been following on Youtube…

*33 minutes long… /squints… Hmm…*

… Followed by an incredibly interesting documentary that had appeared in my Youtube ‘Recommended’ section earlier in the  evening. Whereas the Hindsight 20/20 video chappie complained of an abundance of information, so much so that he couldn’t possibly show it all, the documentary laid out the history and leading characters in the development of mankind’s perception of ‘Information’…

*Ooh, now that is interesting about time… /stubs butt… it’s not the doc we viewed though, Clicky. Stop messing about…*

*Yeah, you’re right. Apols, Clicky… /pats snout… Now play the fucking video…*

*Thank you… /flicks lighter… I guess… /lights up… in fiction, information can go back and forth in time, even as time is moving forward…*

*Heh. That’s Susan, knot Tiffany, Clicky… /stretches… Well, I fink this shambles is dun wiv me old China… /smokes contentedly… Best get a song to finish it off…*

Thanks for stopping by, Dear Reader, and enjoy the rest of your we kenned. It might turn into a long one 😉 Have a Song…

Roman Holiday

*The pinnacle of Python, Clicky…/pats snout… Funny with a cutting social commentary that is just so fuckin’ timeless. It’s one of my favourite flicks…*

Dear Reader, I’m on the second of two consecutive long weekends. Ostensibly, I’m using up the last of my 2019 annual leave to squirrel myself away, and write a story for the next Underdog Anthology…

*I’ve been mulling over an idea… /lights up and smokes… for a follow up to the story of Caroline…*

*No, knot that Caroline. I still have no idea who that bint was, Clicky… /drags… ‘cept she was pretty handy with a lamp…*

*No, no, knot Awful Eyebrows either… /snorts smoke… Seriously, did you even read ‘Caesar’s Were-Wife’, Clicky? …/squints…*

…But instead indulged in a spot of lengthy remote viewing with my Texas chum, the Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. From the ‘Golden Age’ of BBC drama, we took in a tale of boundless ambition, glory, lust, incest, cruelty, insanity and murder. Lots and lots of murder…

*That was a sesh anna ‘arf… /flicks ash… Dunno if it’ll help me with developing my UAXI story though, Clicky…*

*An’ how’s an unpleasant Limp Dim, with a predilection for slavery, meant to help me write the story, Clicky?*

*Ah…/stubs butt… I fink that calls for a Song…*

*I meant for the end of the post, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

… So for this long we kenned, Dear Reader, I’m gonna start writing ‘The Hides of Marchway’, and I’ll be back when it’s finished. Have a Song 😉