Missive From ‘Merica: The Experiment (Part 1)

Sumthing a little different today, Dear Reader. A missive from The Okie Devil butt… you’ll C…

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Happy Saturday Douchebags!!!

Happy Saturday Scumbags!!!

Happy Saturday Trashbags!!!

Happy Saturday Shitbags!!!

Happy Saturday Bagbags!!!
Happy Saturday *bags!!!
^deadmau5 - Strobe (Kozmodrum RePlay)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*Oi! Stop laughing. This isn’t funny… /scans down… Fuck! He’s put these in throughout, Clicky… /:O… And it’s another nine pager…*

*Knot at all, Clicky… /sniffs… Well, we’ll see… Shall we? *

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I wrote most (meaning most all of what I wrote yesterday) of the shit below yesterday…

so some of this shit may appear to be out of synch…

and it is…

but not really…

no one is reading it anyway…so…meh.

It's 09:01 AM on Saturday 27 May 2017.

Just in case you were w(o/a)ndering.

^Depeche Mode – So Much Love (Neverdogs Bootleg)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!

*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*

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Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.

^No Mana feat. Zashanell – Clear (REZZ Remix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and

A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and

B) mingle their flavor with the beans.

But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?

To create an instability? 

However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.

Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?

A: ...

I think it is.

^No Mana Strobe Remix^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.

(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)

Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.

^REZZ – Cryptic^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.

*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*

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If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?

Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.

(dark matter)
^deadmau5 – Snowcone^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…

Cade and Roob convo before Doctor Who episode

… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…

…with a dwarf thrown in for good measure.

*Thanks Sweetie…*

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So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.

^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.

Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?

Yep.

Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?

Yep.

Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?

Yep.

Q: But why?

A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.

We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.

^Kaskade & Skrillex – Lick It (Official Video)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!

Yep.

Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.

I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…

Q: Can you explain French wines to me?

A: ¿?¿

Everything is important.

It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.

^No Mana – Fade^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*

wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.

vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.

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Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.

There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.

That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.

That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.

Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.

^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*Well I am now, Clicky… I’ve never eaten chicken fried steak… Sounds delish…*

*Okay, let’s stop for lunch and we’ll pick this up again later in Part 2, Clicky…*

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Much A Doo… Nah!

Good News, Dear Reader – I start a new job on 2nd May. I’ll be PAing to a top Council bod for a year, whilst his current PA will be off, knocking out and raising a baby…

*/squints…*

I’ve spent today at my new office being introduced to people and systems, shadowing the present incumbent

*/rolls eyes and shakes head… Okay, Clicky…*

Everybody there was really nice and I think I’ll be okay once I get to grips with all the acronyms. Tricky things acronyms…

*Just because it’s Public Sector and not Private, doesn’t mean I’m becoming a leftie, Clicky… Remember, I spent 16 happy years at the JLP… Oh!*

Anyhoo… I just thought I’d let you know that I’ll soon be in gainful employment. “Phew!” as Thoughtful Man would say…

*Yes, he is rather pleased…*

Of course, I’ll still be posting here at the LoL, and writing short stories and editing others for The Underdog

Doo have a wonderful weekend, Dear Reader… and a Song ❤

 

Omen Shnomen… */shrugs…*

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CLICKY: Step Outside Snow Den

This time last year, Dear Reader, I was still embarked on a ‘Pointless Exercise‘. I’ve not touched on the show since but it remains a treasure trove of synchronicity, wrapped up in the innocent garb of an amusing teatime TV quiz show…

*George Michael, who recently died, Clicky… Where are you going with this? …/furrows brow…*

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*Okay… Red Frank’s MEROVEE post… You’re not being rude are you? …/squint…*

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*Ah! Yes, apparently MRS REIGN is a fan of ‘Pointless’… Clever, Clicky… /rubs snout… No, don’t pout… Of course I had faith in where you were taking me… /glances away…*

Armstrong later corroborated the source in a Radio Times interview, where he said a Palace insider affirmed that Pointless was indeed on Her Majesty’s TV viewing schedule.

It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever see The Queen make a guest appearance on the show herself. However, it may make other fans of it rather chuffed to know that they can count on the Head of the Commonwealth amongst their ranks.

Armstrong, Dear Reader, the name Armstrong occurs twice in the Pointless sync I am about to relay…

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*/thinks… From my interview with ‘Cultish‘ author, Hugo Stone?

*/grins… Yeah, Hugo… He’s involved in my Pointless sync as well, Clicky…  /continues grinning…

So, on Thursday evening Thoughtful Man and I were watching a back episode of ‘Pointless‘. It was in the ‘head-to-head’ round when the subject of Royalty came up, as it occasionally does…

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It wasn’t Damien of ‘The Omen‘ fame of course, but Viscount Linley, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, a.k.a. David Armstrong-Jones…

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… Who’s father died the very next day…

*No… /rolls eyes… Yes, that’s Doctor Who as a ‘father’ but that’s not ‘Who’s father’, Clicky… /shakes head…*

… I mentioned Lord Snowdon’s passing to Hugo in conversation on Friday evening, but only after he sent me a news story about ‘Road Rage‘. It was unsolicited – I hadn’t told him of the silly Pointless answer I’d given the night before…

*/sings… You give me road rage… Love that strong Welsh accent, Clicky… Hey! Snowdon is in Wales… /smiles…*

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*/gasps… OMG! Clicky, the brilliant sci fi book I’m currently proofing for Leggy… You are so clever! …/holds out arms… Come here, you impossible creature…/rubs snout…*

Dear Reader, I hope you have enjoyed this pointless sync at the LoL. I’m off to continue my reading, so if you have any questions or observations, please avail yourself of the comment section, below…

Oh yes… And have a Song ❤

 

 

 

 

 

A C.R.O.N.Y… Mmm…

Dear Reader, following the death of Grandad, yesterday I had the sad duty of posting */knot-eyes* on MEROVEE of the death of U.N.C.L.E  Mr Napoleon Solo… You know, Han :D’s twinnish bro…

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Click for ‘Love Trumps Hate’

*/taps feet and whistles… Ah, butt as I was telling Leggy at the time, Click, I always fancied Illya Kuryakin...*

 

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Click for TV Intro to The Invisible Man

*Wild Swans… /scratches chin… Clicky that’s another weird sync ‘cos I mentioned swans to the Texan Okie Devil, Cade, just today…*

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Click for the The Five Doctors Who Have Ties That Bind

*Yeah, the boys’ blazers are black, so the swan motif on the pocket is, essentially, a black swan, outlined in white thread…*

*Ha! Yeah, ‘cos he sent me that Song overnight and my bedwear was kinda… Soviet…*

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Click for back view

*/Slaps forehead… Again!? FFS, Clicky, watt is it with you and posting embarrassing photos of me? …/folds arms and taps foot sternly… I mean… Why, for Gawd’s sake? …/turns in exasperation…*

*Butt, I’m Roobee… /:O… You’re trying to tuffen me up? …/squints… Oh Doo Foxtrot Oscar!!*

Dear Reader, we interrupt this LoL post for the precise, technical reason that my bleedin’ dolphin assistant needs a clip round the ear.

Please accept the following Song */nods thanks…*

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Clicky Doo Reunion – The Musical

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*/studiously ignores…*

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*/sniffs… Oh, hello Clicky… have you been away?*

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*/waves nonchalantly… That’s nice for you…*

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*I doo have other friends, other than you, you know Clicky…*

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*/shocked indignation… You’re dooing Me?!*

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*Oh yeah? Prove it!*

*/sighs and smiles… A Song?*

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*/steps back quickly with wrinkled nose… Good, because you’re smelling… rank!*

*In your dreams, Clicky. In your dreams…*

*Okay, next post… After you’ve had a bath… /blows kiss from safe distance…*

Grabbing the Moment

Dear Reader… As it’s Sat Ear Day… Have a Song:

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*Past, Clicky. I heard it back in my youthful daze… /:O… Released on 7th September? That’s Thoughtful Man’s birthday! I didn’t know that fact when the Song popped into my head… /thinks… sew this means that information about my past was in my future… /grins sheepishly… I can quite see why you get confused…*

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*Whoa! Did you see that?!*

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*Where?*

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*Ha! An English Garden variety? No I…  /squint… knot-eyes the Wooley connection to my PPE… Um, it’s knit and… /mind stutter… wear, ware, where?*

*/sighs… Yes, the original Song, for me anyway, Clicky… For this synchronicity…/thinks… dooraymefarsewlaTqui… malarky.  That’s the closest word I can think of to describe it…*

*Indeed… Hey! Today I became the 137th follower of a chap on Twitter… he’s a geodetic among other things… Could be useful… I just had to look that up… Look, I took a selfie…*

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*He’s visited the LoL before, Clicky… I don’t know why I didn’t follow him on the Y’ello River before…*

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*Well, to be fair, that LoL post was inspired my crazy dooshund, rather than a wolf…*

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*That’s a bit binary, isn’t it Clicky? What about a grey wolf? Still, Princess Ploppy certainly is well fed… Ah! …/slaps forehead… That’s why the Song popped into my head! I remember… first I was in the Blue Universe… then paid a visit to the, er, Red…*

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*Well, you know that, and I know that, Clicky… /lights umpteenth rollie… Methinks this post is a tad too big… /blows smoke… Shall we leave Dear Reader to it and have a Song?*

 

 

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I was formulating a post in my head, when the Okie Texas Devil, Cade, stopped by the Library…

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*Funny thing happened when I was searching for the clip, Clicky… I was reminded that Doctor Who was in ‘Carry On Screaming’…*

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*Legs calls him a popinjay, Click, but then Leggy is either No.1 or 13… *

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*An Oscar for grouchiness, right… so I think I’ve worked out who are 4, 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13… or one… ish… it’s not easy, you know, Clicky…*

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*Tell me about it… / sigh*

Anyhoo… Dear Reader, the rest of the post I was working on was left in reply to Cade’s comment, sew… if your interested, go take a look.

It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!

Written in the sands of time… in which case perhaps god just used a finger?

 

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*Ah, Christmas… Clicky, give us a Song…*

Sat ‘Ere Day, Musing…

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*Hall Ran? LOL, Clicky… That’s from ‘Love and Monsters‘ first broadcast on Saturday 17th June 2006, watched by 6,66 million viewers…*

Sumthing… Old…

Last night I reread… looked over… and then tweeted out an old post of my good friend Legs Eleven…

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Sumthing… New…

From the Old Lady of Threadneedle street – the UK has a brand new fiver. It’s still blue 😉 Thoughtful Man got one last night whilst out working, and showed it to me this morning. It’s shiny and can survive a battering

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*What? …/innocent face*

Mrs Reign one side, smoker Winnie on t’other… see-through window…

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*Saturn 5… I guess Big Ben does look a bit like a rocket, Clicky…*

Sumthing… Borrowed

‘I PROMISE TO PAY THE BEARER ON DEMAND THE SUM OF FIVE POUNDS’

*/shows empty hands… Clicky, you’re on your own for this one…*

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*Knot a waffle man then, Clicky? …/arches eyebrow…*

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*Clicky, you realise ‘toast‘ – ‘to brown with heat’ derives from ‘terrain’ – ‘piece of earth’?*

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*/rolls eyes…*

Sumthing… Blew

*/stretch… Last one… I’ve passed tense now, Clicky… we’ll get this out before the end of Saturday…*

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*I suppose with bad comes good and with good comes bad, Clicky… we just have to make the best of it… /shrugs… *

*Really?! Oh for fucks sake, Clicky, couldn’t you get a better Song?*

*Much better… /blows kiss…*

Freaky Furzeday

freakyYes, I know today’s Friday, but I was kinda busy yesterday, Dear Reader. And this post is about yesterday, so if this presents a problem, you know what to Doo

Clicky and I will b rambling

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*That’s the spirit…*

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“What are you doing?” Thoughtful Man asked, leaning down to peer at my computer screen.

“Just posting a comment,” I replied, charging Clicky with sending it. “Oh poo! It’s in moderation. Too many links.”

I was on MeroveeRed Frank’s site knot-I-sing another 137 spot. I realise it’s a pointless exercise but I rather think that’s the point.

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Thoughtful Man grunted and sat down on his chair. He looked decidedly hot and bothered. It could have just been the heat but I didn’t want to take the chance, so sent Clicky off for a nap.

“I can’t stand this weather. Look at me, I’m dripping,” he said wiping his brow.

“You do look sweaty,” I agreed whilst sitting in my own pool of salty water. “Well, what have we gotta do today?”

Thoughtful Man huffed and sighed. “It’s parents evening at the school tonight. Your sister will be here at five… we’ll need to tidy up, hoover.”

Juju had agreed to sit dog Princess Poppy for us whilst we traipsed up to the school to hear what Year 11 has in store for the boys.

“Fuck! That means I’ll have iron them a couple of extra shirts,” I said, slumping back into my huge, leather Library chair and instantly regretting it. “And the bedding upstairs also needs changing…”

A look of resignation and then something else crossed his face. Thoughtful Man stood up and, holding out his hand, said “We should just go upstairs and do it.”

Ah, so that’s what that other look was.

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*Alright, Clicky. Calm down…*

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“Juju, can I ask you to do me a favour?” I asked my sister later whilst wrangling with the ironing board. Everything pressed to perfection, all we had to do now was to get going.

She sat in the Library, playing with Clicky. Poppy stood in front of her, ball in mouth, wagging her tail expectantly. “What’s that, babycheeks,” Juju answered absentmindedly. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or the dog but carried on regardless.

“When we’re out tonight, could you read something for me? It’s a friend’s novel that I’ve been editing. It’s his first.”

“Is that the one is Scotland?”

“No, that’s Legs. This is Hugo Stone, I think he lives in Wolverhampton or around that area,” I said, squishing her along the seat so I could get to my keyboard. “It’s called ‘Cultish’ and it’s about ‘Satan, the apocalypse and lollipops’.”

Poppy dropped the sodden ball at her feet; Juju picked it up and threw it.”Sounds interesting. Okay,” she said over the sound of skittering nails.

“Be honest. Read as much as you want and then tell me what you think of it when we get back.”

Thoughtful Man appeared with two miserable but smartly dressed 15 year olds in tow. “Get off the fucking computer now. Come on, we’ll be late,” he barked.

Poppy didn’t know whether to follow the sea of retreating legs or get Juju to throw the ball again. The decision was out of her paws, however; we said our goodbyes and set off.

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*I think I call you ‘a pain in the arse’, Clicky… No wonder Dumey doesn’t put up a fight over you… Can I get on with it now?*

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Two hours later and we were nearly home. The auditorium had been packed, sweltering and noisy, the boys’ grades from the exams at the end of year 10, disappointing, and the only teacher available to meet with us was the ICT teacher, Mr Hall, and he’d only started there that week. He did have a certain glow but it was more likely due to the excessive heat than any honeymoon period. The only thing of interest was a poster I’d seen outside the school library.

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“I told you it would be a waste of time,” Kit Kat informed us from the back of the taxi via the intercom.

“No. Now I know you need to pull your finger out,” Thoughtful Man replied. His eyes shifted in the rear view mirror, fixing on Loopy. “And you.”

“I explained about maths…” Loops started to explain again, before catching his father’s reflected squint and deciding to shut up.

I tried to change the subject. Sort of. “What was that teacher going on about with PPE?” I asked out loud. “The Polish one, Head of Maths, she kept saying it but I didn’t catch what it meant. It doesn’t involve hard hats, then?” I quipped, lightening the mood, I hoped.

“No,” Thoughtful Man said as he turned the Bonnermobile into our drive and pulled up. “Stands for Pre Public Examination, I think. It’s their Mocks.”

We unbuckled and got out of the van. Juju appeared on our doorstep, Poppy in arms.

“That book you asked me to read,” she said as Poppy strained to give us a welcome home lick. “Filth. Utter filth,” she said sternly.

Time stopped. All five of us stood motionless, the only things moving were my eyeballs and our demented dog’s struggles. When I spoke, my lips, cheeks and tongue felt like they were moving in slow motion.”Didn’t you like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” Juju replied, breaking into a smile. “It’s really good but it’s utter filth.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and took Poppy from her. “Oh good. So you liked it?”

Juju waited for Thoughtful Man and boys to move out of earshot. “Yeah,” she confided sotto voce. “And I was wondering if I could, er, take it home with me so I can, you know, finish it?”

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*What? …/cocks head… Oh… /furrows brow… My Merovee comment in moderation? I’d forgotten about that, Clicky… 137 ART…*

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*Blue doors and flight… Give us a Song, Clicky…*