‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’
*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*
David, judging by this tweet and you replies to people below it, you have no concept whatsoever of how democracy actually works or even any idea of what Brexit means.
All of this and you being Vice Chair of the police federation is actually frightening.
— Count Dankula🏴 (@CountDankulaTV) July 10, 2018
*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…*
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Hang on, weren’t it that Veruca Salt wot consorted wiv the squirrels? …/flicks lighter… Bad sorts plopped aht the garbage shute… /lights up… Fitting. Butt wait, weren’t the brat’s dad played by Roy Kinnear in the original? …/drags …Yeah! An’ I woz only fuckin’ talkin’ about him with Cade the other night…*
*What already? Nah, Clicky…*
And what about the millions of women who voted for Brexit? They don’t count, it seems. Their rights — their democratic rights — can be overridden. This is elitism dressed up as feminism, and it insults female and male voters alike. https://t.co/RE9zzb8amO
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, G stands for Growth…
*Um… /gnaws bottom lip… Well, the bellend of a cock is kinda purplish, Clicky, ‘specially when grown erect… /sighs with relief… Ahh, yaw referrin’ to her purple ‘air. Oh okay…*
Thanks to the technological marvel called ‘The Internet’, the Okie Devil in Text US and I have watched a couple of movies together this week. He’d seen ‘Kick Ass’ before and I hadn’t, so we watched that on Tuesday evening. Then on Wednesday, we watched a film that I was familiar with that but he wasn’t…
[ANNABEL SNEEZES] KATHLEEN KELLY: Here you go, young lady. ANNABEL: What’s that? KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s a handkerchief. Do children even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex that you don’t throw away. See? My mother Embroidered this for me. My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower. JOE FOX: May I ask who you are? KATHLEEN KELLY: Kathleen Kelly. I own this store. And you are? JOE FOX: Joe. Just call me Joe. We’ll take these books. GEORGE: Okay. You’re gonna come back, aren’t you? JOE FOX: Of course. GEORGE: See? That is why we won’t go under. Our customers are loyal. KATHLEEN KELLY: They’re opening a Fox Books around the corner. ANNABEL: Fox Books! My daddy… JOE FOX: Likes to buy discount. But don’t tell anybody. It’s nothing to be proud of. MATT: F-O-X. KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s amazing! You can spell “fox.” Can you spell “dog”? MATT: F-O-X. JOE FOX: Look at this dinosaur book. It’s a pop-up dinosaur book. Wouldn’t you like to have a dinosaur book like that? Wouldn’t you like to read that? Sit here and read Matt the book until I take care of things. Whatever you do, just don’t listen
to anything I say. Thank you. We’ll take that pop-up book as well. KATHLEEN KELLY: The world is not driven by discounts. I’ve been in business forever. I started helping my mother when I was 6, and I used to watch her. She wasn’t just selling books. She was helping people become whatever they were going to be. When you read a book as a child, it becomes part of your identity… in a way that no other reading in your life does. And I have gotten carried away. JOE FOX: Yeah. Yeah, you have. You’ve made me feel… Enchanting. Your mother was enchanting. KATHLEEN KELLY: Yes, she was. GEORGE: How will you be paying for this? JOE FOX: Cash. KATHLEEN KELLY: How did you know that? JOE FOX: From the photograph. That you in the photograph? What are you doing? KATHLEEN KELLY: Twirling. My mother and I used to twirl. She left the store to me,
and I’ll leave it to my daughter. GEORGE: Seventy-three dollars, please. JOE FOX:How much? GEORGE: Uh, 73 dollars. JOE FOX: Oh. Uh…
My name is Dr. Spoogey McFapsalot, and I’ll be occupying the next bit(s) of space.
Difficult to believe that June of 2018 is already almost over…
but it is...
so get the fuck over it. Speaking of which, do you mark your days, weeks, months and years with anything other than the calendar? Do you mark your seconds, minutes and hours with anything other than the clock?
SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
That’s all you use? The clock and the calendar? No rain gauges? No humidity gauges? No outings to just sit and watch the weather for a bit? No star gazing to see what celestial bodies are appearing in which part of the sky and when? No attention paid to trees, grasses and other plants except to note if they need to be cut or pruned? No mind paid to insects ‘cept those that need to be eradicated? No consideration(s) given to animals except those that need to be trapped, regulated and/or captured and exterminated?
Welp, it’s your life, so you can do what you want…but I’d just like to point out a few things about learning to get your bearings…
and that is...
Yeah, you can teach yourself to do these things. I mean, if there is some weird-ass polar flip someday, and suddenly both North and South are located in the same general region only 45° off the horizon from each other, you’ll prolly have a leg up on how this is possible. Maybe even have a leg up on why it happened. You’re certainly less likely to freak the fuck out that it has happened.
^Mandalay – Flowers Bloom (PFM Remix)^
Anyone see the rainbow(s) in that pic above?
Yes? No?
Welp…they are there. It’s not my fucking fault that you can’t see them. BUT! I am willing to help a brutha/sista out. So let me take my genius skills, put them to work, and I’m gonna put them to work for you, you and only you. Here’s how…
What I’ve done, is take the original gif image apart frame by frame, then put it back together in a slower animation. That way, you can still see all 30 frames of the original animation, but you can see them a shade better than you can in the original.
Wait....better? Or different?
Prolly “different” is a better word/phrase to use in this context. Afterall, we’re chasing rainbows. Hopefully, you can see the rainbows now, and you can also see that some are vertical, some horizontal, and in some of the frames there is a shift along the axis. So you are prolly asking yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the FUCK does this have to do with either the color purple or growth?!?!?
A: I dunno. Prolly nothing. Just killing time really.
That said, if we rely on existing tools to do all or even most of the work for us, there is going to be mystery embedded in how certain things are done. Wonder in how things are accomplished.
Mystery + Wonder = Fear.
^Future bound – Sorrow^
I know…I know…fear is something that is typically associated with yellow, and possibly even green. Green afterall is associated with envy and perhaps even jealousy. Mix yellow and blue, and you get green. So does fear and sadness make envy? If so, that’s gonna stumble over into red, which is associated with rage and malice.
But that's not really where I was going with this.
I personally tend to associate fear with purple…not yellow. Purple is usually associated with royalty, but so is red and blue, which gets us right back to purple.
‘You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.’
WOAH WAIT!!! Does that mean, that if I personally, can spend my life working on taming that thing called “jealousy”, I can possibly be a better me as a result?!?!?!?
I mean FUCK! If God suffers from jealousy, perhaps this is something that I can work on, and if successful, it’ll help me in other areas as well!!! Jealousy and envy seem to go hand-in-hand, and if I can tame jealousy and envy, that should help me with fear…
right?
But challenging God to an arm-wrestling match is prolly gonna result in a lot of bumps and bruises for me, and bruises suck major ass. Meh fuckit, any beating I can take so that I don’t have to dish one out?
I actually think about those two a lot when I write, so I thought I’d throw a wrench into whatever Roob and Clicky are currently up to. I personally have not been writing at all for several weeks and currently have no plans to do so.
^ASAP Rocky “Purple Swag”^
“ROW” is right there in the big middle of “GROWTH”.
I guess you better get to paddlin’, eh?
There’s even a “ROWT” to take.
I guess you are prolly free to take whichever route you please.
Assuming we are reading into things correctly that is.
“OW” is in there too.
Might be some bruising up ahead.
Guess that would make the “WTH” out to be “WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?”
Keep going…
Keep rowing…
Keep going…
Keep rowing…
Take 5, and smoke em' if you got em'.
^TE VAKA – KALEVE (Live) Polynesian drums and chants^
Speaking of time and/or telling others what to do with their time, isn’t it amazing what people do with their time? It’s fireworks time here in Murca, and Independence Day is only a few days away.
Anyone got any plans?
Picnic? Beer? Boating? Fireworks? Let’s look some shit up…
There’s a qualification in the description of the video below that no Magnesium (Mg) and no Alumineninnyum (Al) was used in order to “keep the temperature low”. So I guess with respect to the bands of the rainbow, and where purple is, does that mean that purple needs/requires cooler temperatures in order to be visible? Potentially says a lot about where we see rainbows and why. Ultraviolet is going to be lurking around there in proximity, and we all know that UV rays are bad. So I guess purple is bad.
Prolly why I like it.
^Purple Star :Home made Fireworks Project1.avi^
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*/final drag… Yeah, so we watched Greg Kinnear in You’ve Got Mail one night and then Rory Kinnear in the ‘ollow crown the following night… /stubs butt… which is the reason I mentioned his dad… /stream smoke… All a bit syncy, Clicky…*
Q. Roob, why do you think of the LoL as the Purple universe?
*Clicky! Go get Cade’s purple/growth song to finish with. Ya sarky fuck…*
Tomorrow sees us take on Nutrition in the final post of this exploring MRSREGN series, Dear Reader. And then on Monday, I’ll be back at work… Have a Song 😉
… In hopes to avoid it, and prompted by Thing 2, I caught up on some movies he’d seen but that I had neglected to watch. During a rambling kitchen conversation on Friday evening, whilst he toasted and I buttered bagels, Kit Kat gave me a list of three to see, starting with…
*Thaw… /lights up… Blue Frank… /drags… has an interesting post up on his ‘Ice Age Theory’ today, Clicky… /streams smoke… Oh that’s reminds me, I got Iceland in the World Cup Sweepstake at work… /rolls eyes…*
I enjoyed watching Thor, so proceeded to watch his next suggestion, ‘Spiderman Homecoming’, and was surprised to see that Michael Keaton was in it…
‘c. 1300, “miracle,” also “wonderful story or legend,” from Old French merveille “a wonder, surprise, miracle,” from Vulgar Latin *miribilia (also source of Spanish maravilla, Portuguese maravilha, Italian maraviglia), altered from Latin mirabilia “wonderful things,” from neuter plural of mirabilis“wonderful, marvelous, extraordinary; strange, singular,” from mirari “to wonder at,” from mirus“wonderful” (see smile). A neuter plural treated in Vulgar Latin as a feminine singular. Related: Marvels.’
… Sew his last recommendation turned out to be particularly ‘synchy’…
*/flicks ash… Who’d have thought that I’d finally succumb …/drags… and watch the one fucking film I’d been avoiding on Malcolm X Day, Clicky! …/snorts smoke…*
1855, of uncertain origin. Earliest records of it are in San Francisco and Sacramento, California, U.S. Suggestions include Spanish chanada, a shortened form of charranada “trick, deceit;” or, less likely, German Schenigelei, peddler’s argot for “work, craft,” or the related German slang verb schinäglen. Another guess centers on Irish sionnach “fox.”‘
… And ‘Fox’ segues nicely with the origins of this image…
… The list of this year’s Best Picture nominations, and their likelihood of winning the prize, as calculated by superstar statistician Nate Silver’s FiveThirtyEight…
‘The website’s logo depicts a fox, in reference to a phrase attributed to Archilochus: “The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing.”‘
X: Woah woah woah…what’s all this now?
Cade: Roob is writing a post.
T: And?
Cade: O hi.
T: Hello.
0: Why now?
Cade: I dunno. It popped in my head earlier, there was that thing with the sink, and now…here we are.
Z: One…big…whatever this is.
Cade: I agree.
B: You mean…you concour?
Cade: Rut roh.
B: Long time no see.
Cade: And howdy to you too.
X: Let’s get back to this “Oscar’s” business. Isn’t it actually called something else?
Cade: The Academy Awards.
X: What’s this “Oscar’s” business?
Cade: I dunno. Are you talking Schindler? Or…someone else?
Z: Don’t be coy.
Cade: I’m not.
0: Get to the point…Cade.
Cade: OK, well…water seems to feature heavily within the theme(s) of this year’s Best Picture category.
X: Did you even bother to look at the Animated and/or Documentary sections?
Cade: No I did not. I glanced at the Animated, but didn’t know any of them.
Z: Your kids done all growed up…is that it?
Cade: Kinda. But I don’t know any of these films really, so the best I do is…
B: Adapt?
X: Improvise?
T: Abandon ship?
Z: Run?
0: Compromise?
Cade: Prolly.
X: We’ve not done this in a while. Are you feeling a shade…lost?
Cade: Very much so.
X: Perhaps we should keep this short then.
Cade: Likely a very good idea.
C: I’ve a question before we go. What is that mess that’s been bumping around in that thing you call a head?
Cade: Just trying to focus a bit in a different direction.
A: Commercial venture(s)?
Cade: Not really, but kinda. I can’t sell anything I don’t have to sell.
Z: By my approximation, you’ve nothing to sail.
Cade: Gonna have to go ahead and disagree with you there sparky.
Z: We’ll see.
Cade: Or not.
X: Since when is not seeing, not also…seeing?
Cade: I guess since whenever it is. We tend to equate substance with definition. Something qualify-able. Something quantifiable.
0: What’s “non-quantify-able” about darkness?
Cade: I dunno. Sounds pretty fucking well formed to me.
X: But you cannot see it.
Cade: Sure I can. Just…can’t usually see anything else.
X: I like that.
Cade: 🙂
X: …
*/drags… Ah Clicky, how could I possibly forget you, oh dolphin assistant o’ mine? …/rolls eyes… A Roob-co-Clicky-co-Cade production… /blows smoke… Better? …/pats snout…*
… Cade makes an astute observation, there is a watery theme. From the setting of ‘Dunkirk’…
… Knot to mention ‘Ebbing‘. And even last year’s winner, ‘Moonlight’ is an influence. Kinda…
*/:O… Yikes!*
*/shakes head… Tacky, Clicky… /final drag… Very tacky…*
*Oh sorry, I misconstrued…the moon affects tides whether it’s the brightest or Darkest Hour… /stubs butt… Come on… /stretches… It’s getting late, Clicky. Let’s finish up and Get Out of hear…*
Sew… That’s the Bonner and Cade Best Picture presentation for 2018 for the LoL. As for who’ll actually win the Oscar? Like the statistician boffins at FiveThirtyEight…
‘We have no clue.’
Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉
*/squints… Mary J Bilge, Clicky? Come on. Bed… /pats snout…*
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Updated: Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US has written an accompanying post 😀
I thought today, Dear Reader, that I would try to recreate a shamble that I posted in 2013 over at – the now defunct – Sync Miss For Him…
*Hmm… /flicks lighter… I prefer ‘him’, Clicky, but hymn sounds like him, so I guess it could be hymn… /lights up…*
Whilst doing so, I hope to connect the connections I made then to some current syncs and themes being exposed/explored by Christopher Knowles and his reader-commentators over at The Secret Sun blog.
Sew let’s start. It started with a Song…
“Strawberry Fields Forever” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles. It was released in February 1967 as a double A-side single with “Penny Lane”. The song was written by John Lennon and credited to the Lennon–McCartney songwriting partnership. Lennon wrote the song in Almería, Spain, where he was filming a role in the anti-war comedy How I Won the War. He drew inspiration from his childhood memories of playing in the garden of Strawberry Field, a Salvation Army children’s home near to where he grew up in Liverpool.
What particularly interested me was the accompanying video that was filmed on the 30th and 31st of January 1967 in the deer park surrounding Knole House in Sevenoaks, Kent. I hadn’t seen it before and I was struck by what occurred to me as the first appearance of a soon to be very famous science fiction character…
*/drags… John Lamb Lash mentioned the connection between the Kubrick‘s ‘HAL’ and the Coptic word ‘Hal’ for Archon simulation, Clicky… /taps ash…*
*Knowles and Knoles has the same root etymology, Clicky… /puffs… ‘knoll‘…*
Knole House is interesting in that it is considered to be a sort of ‘Calendar House’ – 365 rooms, 52 staircases, 12 entrances and seven courtyards. I was a little surprised to find a ‘Cade‘ reference alongside ‘Fiennes/Fine/Feyn‘ in the early history of the house. It would be fair to say that observation wouldn’t have meant anything at all to me back in 2013, when crafting the original shambles…
Christopher Knowles over at The Secret Sun has for the past 9 months been following a rich seam of syncs surrounding the life, loves and music of the singer Elizabeth Fraser of Cocteau Twins…
‘The Frasers are believed to have come from Anjou in France. The name Fraser may be derived from Fredarius, Fresel or Freseau. Another suggestion is that the Frasers were a tribe in Roman Gaul, whose badge was a strawberry plant (fraisier in French). The first Fraser to appear in Scotland was in about 1160 when Simon Fraser held lands at Keith in East Lothian .’
1638, bright northern star, the alpha of Lyra, from Arabic (Al Nasr) al Waqi translated variously as “the eagle of the desert” or “the falling vulture” (or bird).
*Las Vegas and a vulture… /puffs… That fucking ad is on my Twitter feed constantly at the moment, Clicky…/snorts smoke…*
*/raises eyebrows… In-fallible with a strawberry, Clicky… Interesting… /final drag…*
‘The garden strawberry was first bred in Brittany, France, in the 1750s via a cross of Fragaria virginiana from eastern North America and Fragaria chiloensis, which was brought from Chile by Amédée-François Frézier in 1714. Cultivars of Fragaria × ananassa have replaced, in commercial production, the woodland strawberry (Fragaria vesca), which was the first strawberry species cultivated in the early 17th century.’
I had a bit of a ‘Mandela Effect’ myself this week, when I read that the dad in the sitcom ‘Frasier’, John Ma-honey, had died…
*That’s where I knew him from! …/sucks teeth… To be honest, I thought he was already dead, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*Ah, a grey crowned crane… They did an episode with a crane…*
Frasier remains one of my favourite comedies and I still watch clips of it on YT. The pilot episode ‘The Good Son‘ was probably the most perfect pilot episode ever made, introducing the main characters practically fully formed… Touched by an Angell…
Anyhoo, I’m sure I’ve missed out loads from my original shamble, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this one all the same. Doo go and have a perusal of The Secret Sun’s scribblings; it’s completely fascinating. In fact there is a new post up now, so that’s my early evening sorted 😉
Enjoy the coming week, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😀
‘The idiom the straw that broke the camel’s back, alluding to the proverb “it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back”, describes the seemingly minor or routine action which causes an unpredictably large and sudden reaction, because of the cumulative effect of small actions.’
Lots to cover in this Sat ‘ere day post, Dear Reader. First, let’s start with a ridiculous ‘camel’ item of news that crossed my twitter feed yesterday…
‘A camel beauty contest in Saudi Arabia has been rocked by scandal after 12 ships of the desert were disqualified because their owners had used Botox on them.
‘Prize money for the Miss Camel contest runs into millions of pounds, making the temptation to cheat irresistible for some.’
*A camel walk instead of cat-walk eh, Clicky? …/lights up…*
‘Competitors in the beauty contest are rated on, amongst other things, the size of their lips and cheeks, which is where the illicit use of Botox comes in.’
Generally botox, a highly toxic substance, is known for being used cosmetically to remove wrinkles in the upper third of the face. But wrinkles around the mouth? Well, that leads me onto the ridiculous ‘straw’ item of news that I saw yesterday, Dear Reader. Time for a ‘selfie’, this taken in the Blue universe of Frank Davis and his post ‘Obsession‘…
So let me get this straight: waiting staff, the very people smokers were thrown out onto the street to ‘save’, can now be fined $1,000 and/or jailed for providing customers with an unsolicited plastic straw…
*/deep drag… Hmm… Desert ships and an angry octopus, Clicky? …/thinks… Octo-pussy? …/*
*Ha! /streams smoke… Bonded… /taps ASH… The baddie crashes the plane… /sucks on cig…*
Funnily enough, following the last LoL post, Cade has did indeed written a music review, and one of the albums both he and his son, Poncho, reviewed was Lunar Womb by The Obsessed…
*/cough… It’s not my kind of music I’m afraid, Clicky, but I’ll accept Poncho’s word that “If Black Sabbath fucked Black Flag’s attitude after smoking a fat ass J, you have this album”… /continues puffing… Fascinating reading though…*
I also rewatched The Zero Theorem last night, Dear Reader. Cade watched it as well as he’d never seen it. He wasn’t around on MEROVEE in March 2014, when just posting the trailer for the film turned the Red universe of Frank and commentators upside down…
“neutral particle smaller than a neutron,” 1934, from Italian neutrino, coined 1933 by Italian physicist Enrico Fermi from neutro“neuter” (see neuter (adj.)) + -ino, diminutive suffix.
neuter (adj.)
late 14c., of grammatical gender, “neither masculine nor feminine,” from Latin neuter“of the neuter gender,” literally “neither one nor the other,” from ne-“not, no” (from PIE root *ne-“not”) + uter“either (of two)” (see whether). Probably a loan-translation of Greek oudeteros“neither, neuter.” In 16c., it had the sense of “taking neither side, neutral.”
neuter (v.)
1903, from neuter (adj.). Originally in reference to pet cats. Related: Neutered; neutering.
*Another straw, Clicky? Or Catty Newman…/smirks… the culture of ‘zero tolerance’ is inherently weak… /final drag… it has never learnt to tolerate… /shrugs…*
And speaking of neutral, I spotted a familiar face, topped with straw coloured hair on a bus in the film. I hadn’t spotted before, and it synced with another news story I read yesterday that involved a Swiss church. In the film, Qohen lives in an fire damaged church…
‘Scientists in the Swiss city of Basel have solved a decades-old mystery over the identity of a mummified woman.
‘Their research revealed a surprise: the woman is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother of UK Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson.
‘The body was uncovered in 1975 while renovations were being done on Basel’s Barfüsser Church.’
*And another camel, Clicky …/stubs butt…*
‘Now the scientists and the historians were sure: the mummy was none other than Anna Catharina Bischoff. Born in Basel in 1719, she died there in 1787.
‘Once her identity had been established, genealogists were able – with the help of the efficient records of births, marriages, and deaths which tend to be kept by the wealthier classes – to trace more of Anna Catharina’s descendants.
‘She had seven children. Only two survived childhood, but one daughter, also Anna, married a certain Christian Hubert Baron Pfeffel von Kriegelstein. Five generations of von Pfeffels later, and we find Marie Luise von Pfeffel marrying one Stanley Fred Williams.
‘Their daughter Yvonne married Osman Wilfred Johnson Kemal… and their son, Stanley Johnson, is British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson’s father.’
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader ❤ … And have a Song… 😉
Have you ever watched a movie that had an affect on you, Dear Reader? Viscerally speaking, I mean…
*/sniff… No, Clicky, don’t… /hitch… No spoilers… /wipes eyes… That still makes me cry…*
In 1989 I went to see the film ‘Field of Dreams‘. It was on the opening weekend at the Empire cinema in The Haymarket of London’s West End. Barry Norman on ‘Film ’89’ a few days before had given it a rave review and I was keen to see it. So on a cold, dark Sunday evening in late November, Mother and I went along to watch it. She bought the popcorn; Result!
Toward the end of the movie, when Doc Graham steps over the line to save the child, I started to cry. I managed to keep my blubbing under control for the sake of Mother and the rest of the audience, but as we left the cinema, the cold night air hit me and I became somewhat hysterical…
*Very ugly and loud…*
*Okay, not that ugly… /rolls eyes…*
I couldn’t stop crying and I couldn’t move. Embarrassed at first, then a little worried, Mother managed to lead me to the bus stop across the road, where I cried solidly for the half hour while we waited for the number 1 bus. Then I cried all the way home.
It’s a pity Mum’s dead now; she told the story so much better than me – you may think I’m a bit soppy but she would have had you pissing your pants…
I’ve been having weird and involving dreams this week, Dear Reader. I felt quite ill upon waking on Monday morning, like my insides had been pummeled all night. Thoughtful Man and I had spent Sunday evening bingeing on Chinese food and ‘Stranger Things’. It’s what I dreamed of…
*Oi! Spoilers, Clicky!! We only got up to episode 6 of series 1… /pouts… For fuck’s sake…*
I felt ill all day and ended up having an early night. I didn’t dream of Stranger Things that night…
Roe v. Wade is a landmark decision issued in 1973 by the United States Supreme Court on the issue of the constitutionality of laws that criminalized or restricted access to abortions.
A strange thing for a “Limey” to dream about. A US Supreme Court ruling on abortion is not something you think about much, let alone dream of. But it was even stranger to later hear someone talking about aborted foetuses…
*/lights up… Lashy recorded and posted that yesterday, Clicky… /drags…*
“The Archons are not alive; they do not breathe for instance. An Archontic entity does not breathe. It operates on an electrical field, grounded in a mercury base and sealed in a number of silicon formats that are the equivalent to the intel chips in a computer. I’m talking now principally about the embryonic form of the Archons described in the Gnostic texts, as resembling the aborted foetus.”
*Yeah, that don’t help… /streams smoke…*
Anyhoo, no notes from the talk this time, as it’s the first part of two or three talks explaining how and why the vaunted AI So Fear is a fraud. And inviting rebuttal. I wonder if he’ll get any.
My only interaction with that kind of technology was to be introduced to Pepper. It told someone off for swearing, I really don’t think it’ll approve of me smoking. But then, it is programmed by and for Public Health 😉
As for last night’s dream…
*That’s enough, Clicky, go get something from Level 42… /pats snout…*
From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…
*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*
Over the years I have been online…
*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*
… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…
*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…
*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*
So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler…
*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*
Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…
And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?
*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*
Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…
Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…
*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*
*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*
Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedOra…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos“god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron“gift” (from PIE root *do-“to give”).
Dear Reader, last August Bank Holiday Monday, I was still looking into the bathroom scenes of The Shining: Forwards/\Backwards, but Clicky mentioned that ‘the bank is now open‘…
*Good Song choice, Clicky… /lights up…*
Yesterday, I took some time out to watched a couple of movies…
*I kinda liked it, but yeah, not really… /puffs…*
*To be honest, Clicky, I enjoyed that more… /deep drag… but then I’m not into GoT…*
I was surprised to see the same name appear in the credits of both movies. I’d seen that name earlier this week – there was a social media kerfuffle involving his wife and a visit to a vault during the US total eclipse…
*I wonder if Lefties pay money to go see his films? …/stubs butt…*
Cade has very kindly sent through a new missive. It’s ten pages long…
… So, Dear Reader, I’ve split it into three parts for your, and my enjoyment. See ya at the bottom ❤
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Lessee here...Now...where, did we leave off?
Hmmmm. I can’t remember. Can you?
No?
Anything you wanna talk about?
No?
Welp…that being the case then…I guess it leaves no alternative, but to talk about…something…that you may not be interested in. Although! You might.
Why?
Because you didn’t express an interest in talking about anything in particular. Which means you wanna talk about nothing. So let’s talk about just that…nothing. So yeah…The Voynich Manuscript.
^Video Re-track of Foetus/Wiseblood’s “Motorslug”^
The video above is cool. It’s really neato that someone took the time to save and share a piece of musical history. For those who are unaware, “video-bars” and “video rooms” in clubs and bars were kinda popular in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. Mainly because, they played videos from groups that were not aired on MTV or anywhere else.
Oh sure, MTV dedicated 2 hours to “alternative music” on Sunday nights on their “120 Minutes” show, but you prolly weren’t gonna hear much from the fringes. These are bands that received no airplay on radio. Many of them did everything themselves, had their own record labels, did all their own….everything. This made artwork important. Hell…they’re artists.
But yeah, buying an album because of the cover and the artwork, and the name of the band, and the name of the album, and the names of the songs, all from a band you never heard of, and neither had anyone else. Metallica’s album Kill Em’ All was prolly the first album I personal bought without knowing who the hell they were, but I digress.
Here’s a better quality audio version of the same song.
^Wiseblood – Motorslug^
So back to video bars and rooms, yeah…VJs. I wonder where that phrase originated? Think of it like this…
Q: Why are music videos so popular?
A: Live
You find a band and/or so that you REALLY like…
Q: What is “Step 2?”
A: Seeing them live.
I personally am kind of wishy-washy in that regard, because many groups that I listened to in the mid-1980’s to early 1990’s had broken the mold. There may only be 1 or 2 guys making all that music, and they were still trying to figure out how to play live along the lines of how commercialization had steered the perceptions of what a live performance should be.
Howard Jones is the first person that springs to mind with me, because as I understand it, it was just Howard, on-stage alone with a shitload of keyboards, end of story. Not a popular thing for a bunch of kids who were raised in the 1960’s/1970’s, who were paying hard-earned money to go see some razzle-dazzle and craziness.
Q: Would you pay to see someone live, if it was just them playing a piano on-stage?
A: ???
What if it were Billy Joel? Elton John?
^KMFDM “Murder My Heart” Official Music Video^
Q: Why do you think that plastic(s) last so long?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep…I’m gonna go there. I mean, I brought up cell-division in the previous whatever turned missive…so…let’s talk about age.
So…someone(s) I know, mentioned something about cell-division, along the lines of…
“you know…the very first organism that ever divided, may in fact, still be creeping around Earth/Terra.”
Kind of a heavy thought, eh? I mean, especially with all of this bullshit about “searching for The God Particle” and all that, not to mention a lot of the stuff surrounding the dividing and divisions within religion(s) and philosophy(s). Talk about some long division. That’s some long motherfucking DIVISIONS there. But let’s digress a bit, and get back to that thought of maybe why plastics are around for so long.
Plastic(s) are made from…
Oil(s) and petroleum(s) are "decayed/decaying organic matter" that is fucking LOADED with bacteria(s).
Welp…that covers that, eh?
So long!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^BODY COUNT – Institutionalized (Official Music Video)^
NOTE:The song above is fucking hilarious. It’s always been hilarious, but this is a remake, and Ice-T did a fucking INCREDIBLE job in remaking it. gj…well played.
OK…so back to Voynich. Are you sure that it reads front to back?
What about back to front?
What about…back to front THEN front to back?
What about back to middle AND front to middle?
What about middle to back AND middle to front?
What about placing the book on it’s cover, as if you were going to read it back to front, but first turned it 90° to the right? 90° to the left?
What if the two missing books contained a marker or markers that pointed to a specific place/page to start?
What if there are MULTIPLE clues, and that the book has to be turned MULTIPLE times and viewed from MULTIPLE angles from MULTIPLE perspectives in order to be able to start to understand this book and why it exists at all.
Meaning, maybe there are MULTIPLE solutions, up to, and including, no solution at all/none to be had. Quite a dynamic planet we have here. Lot’s more than just us here.
Lots to think about there. Lots of people and stuff has surrounded that book for a long time now. The Earth/Terra has spun for a long time during that time. Lots of wheels to consider. Then again, maybe I had it right the first time, and there’s nothing to solve.
Maybe it’s already been solved, and someone is just being tight-lipped about it “for security purposes”.
(lolz)
!!!CONSPIRACY!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^Sepultura – Refuse/Resist [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Just thinking, with respect to time, that “bacteria” are fucking everywhere. Our environment is loaded with the shit. We’re loaded with the shit. Our food is loaded with the shit. Our shit is loaded with the shit. This shit is EVERYWHERE!!!
But that gets me to thinking about pretexts and qualifications. Take the following video, for example. There’s a bit in the video where Slash is standing outside of a church, playing his guitar, and he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Even tho my father and many relatives smoked, WE were always taught that people that smoking were fucking idiots and morons. This was confusing. But as a result, we bought into it since we ourselves, as kids, did not smoke.
I mean, we did, but let's stay on topic here.
The point is, that we looked at EVERYONE differently. “A” smoked, and “B” did not. We were encourage to look up to those that did NOT smoke. Which means that when we found out that “B” did in fact smoke, but hid that fact from everyone…We were SHOCKED.
Nope…that’s not it either. Although…that “fine dust” that is spread everywhere and causes festering boils on people and animals does have a “Morgellon’s” kind of ring to it.
Hmmm...sidetracked I have become.
Unexpected this is. Nah…just fucking wit ya. I get sidetracked all the fucking time. Sidetracked is my milieu. So yeah…that wasn’t what I was looking for either…
HOLY FUCK!!!! ROFL and LOLZ!!!
Sorry, I really am laughing my head off here. I was just typing away on that previous thought, when the following song starting playing in my playlist. I started laughing like an idiot, because I had just read that bit in Genesis about Jacob wrestling with God…and suddenly…I realize that I am hearing…
“Take…on…me….”
“Take…me…on…”
lolz
^a-ha – Take On Me (Official Video)^
So yeah…that’s kinda how Synchronicity works. But not really. That’s just a single personal experience, that was convenient enough to share, so I did. To me, synchronicity doesn’t “work”…it is, or it isn’t. It’s personal. It’s always and forever…personal. Some, galactic street sign that you, for whatever reason, needed to see or hear or experience in some way. To qualify it is your job and no one else’s.
Think of it like this…I personally do not know whether there is a God and or God(s) or Demons or Angels or Ghosts or any shit like that. HOWEVER…this planet that I was born on? There are motherfucking SHITLOADS of people that do. There are FUCKTONS of stories through the ages of all of that bullshit and more. So…why discount it?
Don't ask me, I dunno either.
I do know this, the more that I think about the audacity of certain religious groups in their predictions and prophecies and estimations and guesstimations, the angrier I get. Not everyone is a Christian. I know I sure as shit ain’t. The only person that I know of that was ever “Christ-Like”…was Christ.
Food for thought.
And for the record…life, and it’s propensity to continuance, is our first clue. Hells Bells…it’s our ONLY fucking clue. Can’t find clues if you aren’t alive.
The rest…
we just gotta kinda…
make it up as we go.
^Billy Paul – Me And Mrs. Jones^
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My holiday is now over, Dear Reader. I’m back to work tomorrow…
*I wonder if the office was busy, Clicky… /lights up… Apparently teachers didn’t get paid last week… /puffs… Phew! Not down to me…*
… But come back anyway for the second installment of wholesome missiveness from The Okie Devil. And… Have a Song 😀
SUP DOUCHEBAGGY DOUCHEBAGS!!! HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY!!!
Now...where, did we leave off? 
Library of Libraries 