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…
“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)^
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…
An ignition source,
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,
So yeah. There are “principles” fucking everywhere.
Q: I wonder if “principle” is as principle(d) as it once was?
Or has it gotten…muddy. What am I talking about?
^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…
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 theyfelt 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!^
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.
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.
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.
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?
Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it blows.
Sometimes it rocks.
Sometimes…it is what it is.
No one can piss off self, worse than self.
^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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
^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.
^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^
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.
^Lolita – Sailor, Your Home Is The Sea (U.S. hit version 1960)^
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.