Sunday Sonday

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

hymn

*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 .’

… And the explosion of Vega/Vegan/Vegas syncs in the media… 

Las Vegas (/lɑːs ˈvɡəs/, Spanish for “The Meadows“)’

Meadows are fields… Like a paddock

Vega (n.)

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.’

Pink News John Mahoney death

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…*

grey crowned crane

*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

strawberry angel delight.gif

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 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memo Mia

I’ve the afternoon off from PAing, Dear Reader…

flexitime

*Ha! …/flicks lighter… Gotta say, Clicky, the flexitime at work is fucking BRILLIANT! …/lights up…*

…And I thought I’d do a shamble about #releasethememo

*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*

*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*

memo (n.)

1889, shortening of memorandum (q.v.).

memorandum (n.)

early 15c., from Latin memorandum “(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus “worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare “to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.

…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…

*It looks like Donna could be dead, Clicky…*

Donna

*Heh! Donna the PA assistant to The Doctor… /deep drag… Of course, Clicky, Meryl was also Sophie…*

morpheus choice

*Give or take… /rolls eyes… some choice! …/stubs butt… Memento/\Matrix, though… /thinks… No! One shamble at a time, Clicky…*

g5zjz8

*/:D… Perfick, Click… /flicks lighter and lights up…*

… And then Cade DMed me with a story, Dear Reader… Cue selfies 😉

Cade asks Roob if she's seen the letter

A story of release via escape, with a future plea in the past…

A letter emerged…’

Colon Capital D

*Frank? Witch one? Red and Blue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*

‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.

U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.

‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeral disguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’

Clara

*The ‘A Gender’ Agenda? …/puffs merrily…*

Cade Roob Memo Mercury Laugh

*The goddess of memory is Mnemosyne … /fills lungs with smoke… John Lamb Lash says she’s an aspect of Sophia… /blows smoke rings…*

*/coughs uncontrollablyYou can say that again! *

Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…

Cade pix The Queers Don't Back DownCade pix Yellow postit inside album

He explained…

Cade explains and apologises

Sew, I told him

… And he sent me some lemon and limey postit memos in return… 😀

It’s now Thursday evening, Dear Reader, and I’ve got ironing to do yet… Work tomorrow…

giphy

*/final drag… Nice one, Clicky… /stubs butt… Thanks for your help this afternoon… /pats snout…*

Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Lashings Of It

Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…

*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*

*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*

*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*

I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.

Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^

Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…

(lolz...bit below...lolz)

With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.

^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^

I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.

No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh? 

We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?

^Clio – Faces (1985)^

I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species –  is causing changes or damage in other species.

YA THINK?!?!?!? 

You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!

Killed it in cold blood!!!

I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.

^Fugazi-Waiting room^

Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.

Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.

Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.

Are they in captivity? 

Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.

Seems to be more going on there. 

Are we being good observers? More than that…

Are we being good participants? 

I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.

^The Stone Roses – I Wanna Be Adored^

LET’S GET NAKED!!!

Adoration
Hand-Kissing
Kowtow
Proskynesis
Prostration
Bowing
Genuflection
Kneeling
Thai Greeting
Namaste
Hierarchy
Insubordination
Discrediting Tactic
Destabilisation
Setting Up To Fail
FIFO (Computing And Electronics)
Fit In Or Fuck Off
Culture Of Fear

Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?

I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.

Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.

I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.

^the flowers – after dark^

Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.

I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.

Um...isn't this kinda dangerous? 

Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.

Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?

A: How do you know?

What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).

^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^

We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.

But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’S a concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.

If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.

/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^

Life treating you OK today?

Good. 

Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.

Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.

^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^

Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.

EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?

Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not just and only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.

Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^

I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.

So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?

rofl

Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.

If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.

Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.

But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides

...right? 

Or have we already forgotten some context?

^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^

Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.

As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.

Six Flags Over Texas

My favorite is “The Runaway Minetrain”.

Runaway Mine Train (Six Flags Over Texas)

The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.

Nothing. 

Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.

^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^

Wanna take a ride?

^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.

Hence, chance is on your side.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.

Hence, chance is not on your side.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.

^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^

When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.

How ironic...eh?

Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐

^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…

Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.

Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.

Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.

Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?

Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?

Really?

What did you have for contrast?

Just and only…say…a clock?

Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?

Were you on/in an airplane?

Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?

Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?

Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?

^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^

I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.

^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^

cYacFa

^Virna Lindt – Underwater Boy^

*******

*Oh, so you’ve come back? …/final drag… No, it wasn’t that funny… /stubs butt… Go get a Song… /sigh…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… ❤

 

On The Lash: See Harlot Working…

National Treasure Riley Are You Crying

*That’s from… um… /shakes lighter… National Treasure! Thoughtful Man and I really enjoyed that movie, Clicky… /lights up*

John Lamb Lash posted another talk yesterday, Dear Reader, in which he disclosed more about the terma he received from Gaia Sophia on 08.08.08, and specifically the ‘killing spell’ he intends to cast later this month. For instance, when, where, why, butt knot for whom…

*Knot yet anyway… /drags… I’m feeling a bit dubious about this, Clicky… /streams smoke… He calls it the ‘Charlotte Working’…*

Charlotte

‘fem. proper name, from the French fem. of Charlot, a diminutive of Charles. Meaning “apple marmalade covered with bread-crumbs” is attested from 1796, presumably from French (where, however, the dessert name is attested only from 1804), possibly from the fem. proper name, but the connection is obscure. Perhaps from some French dialect word. Compare Middle English charlette(mid-14c.) “dish containing meat, eggs, milk, etc.,” said to be probably from Old French char laité “meat with milk.”

‘The city in North Carolina, U.S., was settled c. 1750 and named for Princess Charlotte Sophia (1744-1818), who married George III of England in 1761; Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, also was named for her (1763).’

*Oh, that’s right! Helen Mirren played her on the silver screen… /drags… I knew she grew up local like, Clicky, I didn’t know she was born in Queen Charlotte hospital, though… /blows smoke ring…*

*Whoa! She plays ‘The Mother’ in the sequel! I forgot about that… Dr Emily Appleton… /smokes and thinks… Ap-parently, for the killing spell there’ll be an app, a-cording to Lashy…*

*Figure out the importance of the ship-shape pipe… /taps ASH… press the button… Voila…*

Meerschaum (n.)

type of soft white clay, 1784; from 1789 as “tobacco pipe with a bowl made of meerschaum clay,” from German Meerschaum, literally “sea-foam,” so called from its frothy appearance; from Old High German mari “sea” (see mere (n.)) + scum “scum” (see skim (v.)). A loan-translation of Latin spuma maris, itself said to be a loan translation of Greek halos akhne, from Persian kaf-i-darya.

deadpool

*Quite! … /final drag… I wonder who’ll it’ll it be, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

I’m keeping this post short, Dear Reader, as I’ve got lots to do tonight to get ready for work tomorrow. No doubt there’ll be another talk before 16th January, the date Lashy casts the spell. Enjoy your Sunday evening and… Have a Song ❤

On The Lash: Reaper – Sounds Like Leaper – What You Sow…

So I was fucking about on the internet yesterday evening, playing games, listening to music and chatting with friends when I noticed that John Lamb Lash had posted another of his Mythophrenia in Action talks…

Roob tells Cade the fishy sync on new JLL talk

*/shakes lighter… Clicky… /flicks lighter… you’re gonna have make my Yew-Tube history screenshot bigger… /lights up…*

It’s primary topic is the Diamond Sow and those that eschew pigs and pork…

 

Right at the start, just before hitting the 2 minute mark, Lashy gives an example of a totem animal that could be considered taboo to eat by a tribal shaman…

“For example, salmon.”

… And I’d just listened to ‘The Salmon Dance’ by The Chemical Brothers!

YTube viewing

*/drags… And in between I listened to Gorillaz, Clicky…*

*Death… /drags… Yeah, “She totally kissed the monkey” …/puffs merrily…*

‘Vajrayogini : Vajravarahi : Dorje Phagmo : Miss Piggy : Tantra Mother.

‘She wears the five-skull crown, a necklace of skulls, and she drinks blood from a skull-cup. The act of blood-drinking performed by the Tantric tutelary goddesses cannot be confounded with the vampiric blood-drinking ritual of the Xenosh — perpetrated literally in JRM and celebrated symbolically in the Catholic Mass.

‘In the imagery of Gaian Tantra, drinking blood from a skull-cup refers to the action of chemical osmosis across the blood-brain barrier, which is the condition for absorption of dakini elixirs, or wisdom elixirs: instruction that runs on neurochemical pathways.

‘Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.

Travel Pictures Ltd

*/looks at fingers… Mine ain’t that bad, Clicky… /stubs butt… The amber stain… /throaty chuckle…*

*That’s an idea! Perhaps women should try doing that in Sweden, Clicky …/lights up…*

Dear Reader, have a Song…

On The Lash: Aye Aye Kiddo!

I have been pleasantly surprised three times in the last two days, Dear Reader. Whilst I was writing the last ‘On The Lash’ post, I was seriously considering adding in something about Aikido. Lashy seemed a bit agitated and I was wondering if he’d heard of it…

Email 011014 from Roob to Leggy about Aikido

*Ye oldy email to Legs, Clicky… /lights up… Shame my Sync Miss For Him shamble is now gone… /drags… but the MEROVEE comet is still alive…*

Meet The New Boss

As a person who is accused of causing harm by a group that does nothing BUT cause it, all whilst wrapping themselves in the cloak of ‘harm reduction’, I’m just not prepared to demean myself by stooping to their level, becoming just like them…

Aikido (Japanese: 合気道Hepburn: aikidō[aikiꜜdoː] is a modernJapanese martial art developed by Morihei Ueshiba as a synthesis of his martial studies, philosophy, and religious beliefs. Aikido is often translated as “the way of unifying (with) life energy” or as “the way of harmonious spirit”.

Ueshiba’s goal was to create an art that practitioners could use to defend themselves while also protecting their attacker from injury.

The Ki to harm reduction…

Well, Dear Reader, you could have knocked me down with a feather as I listened to the next John Lamb Lash talk, posted on Christmas Eve night, when he brought up the subject of Aikido!

‘Likewise, you can think of apposition as a technique of psychological warfare, like Aikido. It’s very similar to Aikido. The Aikido Master, who I had the opportunity to meet when I was in Japan… In Aikido, the Master uses the incoming force of the opponent to overcome the opponent. In a skillful way it’s a method of apposition, it’s not a method of direct body contact, direct opposition.

‘So Aikido uses the force of the attack to overcome the attacker. I’m showing you how to use the force of the attack on the Romay and Sophia coming from the Xenosh, to overcome and demolish the Xenosh.’

*Yeah… /taps ash… Lashy includes a hammer in there but I’m reminded of what my martial arts practicing osteopath told me when he fixed up my frozen shoulder that time, Clicky… /drags… I asked him about aikido and helping the opponent to the floor, and he replied, “The floor? The floor is fucking hard.” …Nice man, fixed me up a treat…*

The second pleasant surprise was to read the Christmas post at Twilight Language and find it linked to one of my Kubrick posts! I told Thoughtful Man that he’d seen the blog owner, Loren Coleman, on the telly…

*Yeah, I don’t think he believed me, Clicky… /final drag… Or he was too busy cooking dinner… /stubs butt…*

Pleasant surprise number three then, Dear Reader, was last night’s Christmas Doctor Who episode…

*/chortles… Feminists must of been fuming that the first thing the first female Doctor does is blow up the Tardis and then fall out of it… /lights up…*

Enjoy the rest of Boxing Day, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤