On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.
I was telling RedFrank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…
Sew it seamed… 😉
*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*
*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*
*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*
"The destruction of their cultural identity deals with who they are as a people." pic.twitter.com/dR7IEjjLlS
*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*
*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*
Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…
*Hmm…*
*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*
I’ve been working up to penning some short stories for the next Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader, due out for Halloween. Writing horror doesn’t come easy for me, so today I dipped into The Articles of Dume (written by my good friend the Doctor), during my lunch break, for instruction and inspiration…
*Fuck! I hope it doesn’t take forever, Clicky, the submission deadline is the end of September…*
Anyhoo… I thought I’d post the last of my three stories, but the first that I wrote, for Volume 1. The other two can be found here and here…
*Not yet, Clicky, but I’m trying…*
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Succulent Sardines
by Roo B. Doo
During daylight the faded grandeur was all too apparent but in the evening the flickering lamplight transformed the interior of Crossgate House into a Gothic nightmare.
‘Well, this is spooky as hell,’ Helena whispered to herself as she lightly skipped up the stairs toward the darkness of the top floor.
Paul was up there, waiting. All she had to do was find his champagne glass and then they would have a few precious minutes to indulge in the most dangerous aspect of their relationship – risky sex. Helena shivered at the prospect and wondered at the audacity of the man the financial media blithely referred to as ‘Golden Sacks’. Getting your rocks off during a game of Sardines at the company’s weekend retreat, was the epitome of risk-taking.
Helena paused as she reached the landing to duck under the heavy, velvet rope barrier and sign firmly stating, ‘STRICTLY OUT OF BOUNDS’. Big bucks can buy use of historical dumps with disturbing histories, but some areas remained firmly off limits. Especially to drunken financiers with little understanding of the meaning of priceless.
She risked a look over the handrail, but Helena couldn’t detect anybody else on stairs; the sound of muffled laughter in the distance below confirmed that only she and Paul were in his part of the house. The rest of the party were searching for him elsewhere. Only she knew where he’d be hiding in a ‘fuck ugly, black wardrobe’ that he’d discovered whilst snooping about earlier.
Slipping her phone from pocket, Helena shone its bluish white light down either side of a corridor until she spotted a fluted glass on a side table beside a heavy, wooden door. The champagne bubbles inside danced and popped as she approached. Helena downed it in one and gripping the cold brass door handle. Part of her hoped it was locked – they had been told these doors were locked – but it swung open effortlessly under her touch. With a final quick glance back the way she’d come, Helena quietly slipped inside the room beyond.
“Paul?” she hissed as she scoured the room for a glimpse of him. “Paul? Where are you? This must be the most stupidest idea you’ve had yet.”
Helena put down the glass and lifted her phone again to take in the dust sheet covered contents of the room. Along the back wall she spotted a large, black wardrobe. Creeping forward, she could make out grotesque figures carved ornately into the pitch coloured wood. Helena grimaced; the wardrobe was indeed very ugly.
“Paul, let me in,” Helena whispered urgently. She flinched from touching the door knob, a carved fist clutching a human heart. Closer still, the carvings appeared to cavort in the cold blue light streaming from her phone.
“We don’t have long. Fuck! It’s doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know you’ll be hiding exactly where you not allowed to. It won’t take those drongos long to figure it out. Let me in.”
There was a metallic click and the wardrobe door noiselessly and smoothly swung open. Helena sharply stepped inside and her lover closed the door behind her.
“You’re a bloody nightmare, this place is creepy.” Helena lent up and pressed her lips against Paul’s neck as he ran his hands down her back. She felt his fingers dig into her arse cheeks pulling closer toward him. “But, I can feel that you’re already hard. That should save some time.”
Helena slid to her knees and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Within moments she’d freed his throbbing cock from it’s rich trappings and greedily began to suck. After a while Paul sighed.
“You’re a wicked child. So, you liked my game suggestion? No, don’t stop.”
Helena redoubled her efforts. In the oppressive darkness, the sound of her slurping suddenly filled her with disgust. This felt like a risk too far, she decided. She wanted to get it over and she didn’t want her attentions reciprocated.
“You really are very good. He’s hopelessly wrong about the most important things, but he’s quite right about you.”
Helena paused and looked up into the blackness. “Who’s quite right?” Her stomach made a queasy roll. “Paul, I’m not feeling too good. Can we stop?”
“Him. Your banker boss.”
Helena stopped and leant back, putting distance between herself and Paul’s engorged penis. The curve of an expensive leather shoe press into her inner thigh as she sat back. Reaching between her legs, Helena groped the familiar texture of Paul’s exquisitely tailored trousers. Shoe and fabric where linked by a cold, bony ankle encased in a silk sock.
“No, don’t scream. Not yet. And no stopping. Please continue.”
With a cruel yank of her hair, Paul pulled Helena back into a pleasing position. He pumped her head back and forth, pinioning it in his hands.
“They won’t be able to hear you scream in any event. None of you heard his shrieks earlier,” he grunted and sped up. “Two hundred hungry years of solitude. You know, I was beginning to think nobody was left alive out there.”
Helena gagged at the forced pressure in her mouth. Bewildered tears ran from her bulging eyes. Please let someone come quickly, she thought as she succumbed to the darkness.
“As. You. Wish.”
Paul groaned long and loud as Helena’s body slumped onto him. He cocked his head at the sound of someone smashing the champagne glass in the outer room. Heaving Helena’s unconscious body away from him, Paul licked his lips and grinned.
“Yes, you’re very good and we will do that again. But for now, best to make space for the others. Now, I think it’s my time to gobble.”
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Right then. I’d better get on with it and get down to writing…
*/puffs out cheeks and blows… Got a suitable Song to finish with Clicky?*
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. 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!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
— Swedish Canary 🇺🇸🇸🇪 (@SwedishCanary) June 28, 2017
Anyhoo, Leggy has now managed to publish a book a month since Christmas. Well done him! And I really hope he’ll publish one of his own stories in July…
*Knot at all, Clicky, it’s ready… He let me read it… /lights up and exhales… It’s been ready for fucking ages…*
Of course a ‘full house’ isn’t a term in blackjack, but it is one in poke ‘er…
*I guess my shambles can be a bit gaga, Clicky… /bites lip… Oh well, shall we finish up and have a Song?*
On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in BlueFrank’sSmoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.
On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…
symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium“drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion“drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes“drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn-“together” (see syn-) + posis“a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen“to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)-“to drink.”
The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]
The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial.
*/squints…*
I also met Red Frank’sbrother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…
*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*
I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…
This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…
wolf (n.) Old English wulf“wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo-“wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas“wolf;” Old Persian Varkana-“Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).
This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]
Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.
…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…
Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.
…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…
Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.
In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.
Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?
It didn’t at the time.
Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.
Fast forward to today.
Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
F, A, N, G. What does that spell?
Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.
Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?
Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.
Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…
I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.
That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…
… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…
… Alas he didn’t use it…
*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*
Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…
They are the pages where an unwilling messiah Brian, Mr Creosote, the Ministry of Silly Walks, a football team of philosophers and a dead parrot were all born. Now, more than 50 notebooks of original sketches and ideas for Monty Python have been donated to the British Library by Michael Palin.
The public will now be able to freely peruse Palin’s archive of writings from 1965 to 1987, including the books where he and Jones would write the early sketches for Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
*That’s right, he’s also an epic traveler, Clicky…*
Secondly some exciting Smokie Drinkie News, Dear Reader…
*Virtually… /knocks of ash and relights…*
And for number three… */thinks…* Ah! This made me chuckle… An explanation of a shambles for the British viewing public…
— Richard W. Jones ❤⛽ (@richardwjones) June 12, 2017
And now a new missive from The Okie Devil for you, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤
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MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^
It’s late Sunday night, and I’ve been busy with not much all day. However, I was able to somehow squeeze in a movie, and now I will suggest you check it out. It’s called Birdman, it’s a superhero flick, and I’ve avoided it for some time.
Q: Who has two thumbs and recommends you see this flick?
A: The guy who is typing this and occasionally hitting the space bar with his thumbs.
There have been several movies that specifically address the concept of what a superhero is. Mystery Men is a good example, but so is Daredevil and Watchmen. That said, this one not only sticks to the topic more along the lines of Mystery Men and Kick-Ass, it crosses the line a bit more. It kinda rubs your nose in both concepts of fantasy and reality as it pertains to “the hero.” That’s what I got out of it anyway. I’m sure I’ll get more and more out of it the more I watch it. Assuming that I ever watch it again. But I would given the chance.
It’s very clever and tells a great story about Hollywood and Broadway actors.
Ya know? People.
Yeah…this movie is full of people.
Towering people.
People teetering on being toppled.
^Apollo 440 – Can’t Stop The Rock^
That’s all you’re getting from me. I mean…she said all that shit above, and not me. So if the movie is now spoiled,…erm…too fucking bad…blame her, or stop looking at the pic or something.
I had heard that this movie was weird.
This is movie is far from weird…it’s good ol’ fashioned completely fucked up.
Plus…”the bad guy” or “villain” in this one is quite cleverly disguised/costumed, and is one of the more interesting villains in recent memory.
You’d never even know they were there.
Meh...you'll figure it out.
^The Crystal Method – Blowout^
BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
So…dripping in guilt…um…yeah…I got to read a book I didn’t pay for.
The only way I can quasi-make up for it…is actually read the fucking thing.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time thinking on it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time writing about it.
The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is….erm…I dunno.
I’ll leave it to you to devise something devious and clever as punishment for the thrashing I’m about to give it.
This will not be my intent…but I always look on the bright side.
Weird that we can only see it through the dark.
Weird.
^Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun^
The Mark. I don’t like this book. I mean…I love it. But yeah…I don’t like it. I dances all around some really pertinent and noteworthy topics, a shitload of topics actually…and it does this very cleverly. Great story.
The author tells a very long, slow-moving story very quickly. I guess I could just say that it reads well, but I didn’t. Until now…but yeah…well written and easy on the English/UK slang. Almost like another story I noticed by this publisher where it appeared to me when an American author was attempting to use UK slang, this story appears to me as a UK author trying not to use UK slang. Weird. I prolly wrong on all counts, but no one cares…so…meh. I guess the way that the backstory is woven into the now really kinda keeps it flowing. Not saying that I had the urge to skip pages and read ahead because I didn’t have those urges…but I wanted to. Weird, eh?
I guess some of the “ingrained English culture” that sometimes makes those in the UK appear so fucking weird to the outside world, is starting to make a little more sense.
^Moloko – Sing It Back^
These pertinent and noteworthy topics I mentioned, are always pertinent and noteworthy. I guess the measure of their noteworthy depends on the time and times in which they are perceived to occur. Lots of people still freaked the fuck out by The Internet. But that’s not really a stretch is it?
There are those who like theatre/stage, there are those that like opera, there are those that like theatre/movies, there are those who like church, there are those that like books, there are those that like nightclubs, there are those that prefer to stay home and watch television, there are those that like to sit outside and just…watch. I prolly missed some options or twenty in there, but you get the gist. Especially when you flip most of those into participant and observer roles, and then add time and times as to when and where. Meh.
^Pendulum – Showdown (Official Video)^
I can understand my need to “educate myself”…the battle-cry within most media today.
However, there are stopgaps there.
1st, now I gotta “prove it”…be tested…as to how much I have learned.
Q: What if I failed your test?
A: ?¿?
Q: Did I fail you? Or did you fail me? When?
A: ¿?¿
I guess I’m just dumb. Doesn’t say much about you and your teaching tho does it? Even if I earn your stupid-assed certificate of authenticity of approval, that winning was based on the possibility of failure. Doesn’t bode well for my survival over the long run…does it?
BTW…are you course credits and/or certifications transferable?
I get the feeling I may need that option.
^Sonique It Feels so Good^
So yeah…The Internet…nothing but voyeurs and fetishists. Oh, and predators. And smurfs. Oh…and catfish. And trolls. And some other stuff. Paranoidistics should prolly become it’s own discipline. But that’s almost kinda…self incriminating…isn’t it? Lolz
Gotta account for the voice that The Internet gives to many that would otherwise not have it. But before you get all uppity as to a few things regarding “marks” and “beasts”…yer gonna need to do some self-flagellation real quick….K?
(virtually...VIRTUALLY...you fucking sickos)
There are many that discount “the power” of the individual voice that gets drowned out amongst the noise within the throng…or…throbbing-clusterfuck…as I like to call it. And many times, they are correct. However, how in the fuck are you going to use this same system to label each and every person, when there are those that are omitted by this system’s existence in and of itself? Channels? Better channels? Better channeling? Good fucking luck with that one. Especially seeing as how this entire system is build upon a system that will fall like tumblers under the right conditions. Yeah…power. As in, electrical.
Suddenly…the concept of infinite and unlimited power doesn’t sound so good, eh?
Almost like…there’s a built in safety there.
Keep in mind who provides the power, and it’ll never be a shock when there is too little or too much of it.
Just sayin'.
^iiO – Rapture (Official Video)^
Clouds have moved in after a coupla days of sunshine.
Q: Do I seem glum?
A: I feel glum.
Prolly just my overwhelming urge to both A) continue reading The Mark, and B) not continue reading The Mark.
YEAH ASSHOLES!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED IT!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!?!?
How can I write a book review on a book that I’ve not even finished reading?
Well duh. You fucks judge unread and/or unfinished books all the time. It’s just that these books are lives. Lives that are in progress, therefore, cannot be told in their totality as they are still being written. That is of course, unless you take matters into your own hands.
Creepy thoughts...eh?
Hey…if you fucks can trash a book based on the cover, or the title, or the forward, or who wrote the forward, or the fact that there is no dedication, or just read the first few pages and stop and THEN trash the fuck out of it…I should be able to write a positive review at the halfway point.
Halway-ish.
Like 126 of 200 or something.
^Blade Runner Theme • Vangelis^
I’ve been interrupted by The BBC several times over the last week over their series Oceans. Whatshername picked it up at the library last week for reasons unknown, and I’ve been watching it. I even managed to clean up disk 2 to where it plays in its totality. Story for another blog I guess. 😉
Anyway…it’s a great series…very ambitious. Big, beautiful, and let’s us lubbers see some things that we never would have been able to see otherwise. Lotta messages in this film. One of which, is sharks. Sharks are starting to become the new dolphin…I guess because tuna are almost gone, so we don’t have to worry about dolphin getting caught in the tuna nets anymore. Dolphins prolly still need to be wary of certain coves, but I digress since I have no answers. But anyway…a message that is espoused over and over in this film…is health. Health of the oceans. Health of the food chain. Health of the apex predators.
Blah blah blah.
The ironic bit, is that all of this “health” is based upon sickness and disease. More succinctly, the sick and the diseased. Lotta references to “weeding out” with respect to the sick and diseased. Not much “respect” there in my not-so-humble opinion…but whatever or something.
Anyway…this food chain business is gonna be your own worst enemy, mainly because of its static representation of a dynamic system. I mean, all you gotta do is turn that food chain diagram 180° to see the apex. Yeah…the other one. This is why I operate in a 4/7/5/8 dimensional world. You never forget life, nor time, nor the structures that support them both. Because it works both ways, in all cases, no exceptions, forever and always. Or at least, it works that way currently. 😉
^Blade Runner • Tears in Rain • Vangelis^
The saving grace in ecological conservation, or conservation of any kind…it that there is no saving grace.
Ironic...eh?
So…we look for gems. Gems like “we just don’t know.” That’s a something that was espoused by Philippe Cousteau, and the honesty in it damn near brings someone like me to tears of joy. Working your ass off, as it is happening, knowing that you are blundering around in a shitstorm, trying to make sense of it all, and doing the best you can with what you have.
/shrug
^Apocalypse Now Theme • Ride of the Valkyries • Richard Wagner^
Now that the cofveve buzz has worn off, let’s talk about something else. I mean, I can’t help but think about Rob Stewart and his efforts to bring “the shark issue” to our attention. But then again, I have an interest in the ocean. Many people, don’t.
So let’s talk…strata….in wata.
DOH!
Yep…wata strata.
Wata has a lotta strata.
And when you think about it…should oughtn’t it have outta have strata?
Pro-Tip: "Outta" and it's usage, contextually.
Outta: Awe-Tuh…contraction substitution for “ought to”
We outta get the fuck outta here.
Outta: Ow-Tuh…contraction substitution for “out of”
We’re outta here.
^Fluke – Atomic Bomb (Atomix 3)^
Lot’s of long cogs turn slowly in the wheel over very long periods of time to get what they want, eh?
I wonder if they still want it?
I wonder if they are willing to wait to get it?
Sorry…just…important questions.
Or at least…I think they are important questions anyway.
^Hans Zimmer – Time (Inception)^
Not that we are on the path to identifying healthy via unhealthy…lets go ahead and burst the bubble so we can stop riding it. Now that we are healthy…we gotta quest to be uber-healthy. Which means that the healthy, who cannot attain the status of uber-healthy, are now right back to being the sick. The unhealthy. But…let’s also entertain the notion that a certain healthy someone CAN attain the status of uber-healthy…unfortunately…they had a slip or a fall at the gym.
BLOOPS!
The injured have cropped back up as well. Now you are mired in sick AND injured peeps once again.
WTF?!?!???!?!?!????1111 WE JUST CLEANED THIS SHIT UP!!!!!!
^Hank Williams Jr & Hank Williams Sr- There’s A Tear In My Beer (Excellent Quality)+(Lyrics)^
I’m rambling. Must have rambling on my mind or something.
I guess monologuing has that effect or something.
^Allman Brothers Band – Ramblin’ Man^
So anyway…yeah…um….um…um…yeah…strata in the wata or something.
I guess that I find it ironic that we dig through dirt and rock, see these layers containing untold numbers of fauna and flora, and yet we always chalk it up to rising and lowering sea levels, Moving of tectonic plates. Subduction. Migration. And…we’re right to it. These walks are not that long because of the fortunate place in which I find myself. I recognize the shoulders that I am standing on.
If we journey from terra to ice…maybe that will make the water strata a little easier. Because I’ve already suggested that there are regional forces that determine the size, shape and makeup of water, and these forces are dependent upon other regional forces, globally. Why would they not be? You’ve got two infinity zooms on that microscope or camera, but only acknowledge one. Prolly because you built the fucking thing. Infinities are scalar. Add relativity in there, and maybe your head won’t pop at that thought.
^YBR – Led Zeppelin – Ramble On^
HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what facilitates these auxiliary channels and pathways that you are suggesting?
A: I don't fucking know what facilitates them you goddamned idiot. What the fuck kind of question is that?
If you think the past is something to leave behind, then leave the fucking thing behind. However…I’d advise that, if you are a proponent of string theory, you might wanna think about that premise. Stretchy strings snap back eventually. Better hope it isn’t loaded with stings on those strings.
(just saying)
I think the question that really wants to be asked/answered, is how do these pathways open…not, how they exist. And my thinking would lead me to believe that leaving the life element out of your equations is prolly a mistake. There is a perpetuity to life that cannot be denied. Existence of an immortal soul, or gods, or monsters, or ghosts or whatever…does not diminish this. It may augment the fuck out of it, but it certainly does not diminish it. I wonder if detraction diminishes.
Meh…fuck it…let’s say none of the above.
(heh...get it...heh heh)
Erm…anyway…uh…yeah…will. There are all kinds of them. Needs and wants are will. I wonder if they are willing?
Hmmmm....
^Spooky – Little Bullet (Extended Version)^
You smokers are gonna have to get used to the fact that your cigarettes DO affect non-smokers. You can stack scientific data to the fucking moon that says otherwise. So…you gotta question what you value more…the stack of papers, or people?
If I’m around cigarettes all the time, I’ll sorta get used to it. But that doesn’t stop those acute attacks of itchy eyes, itchy skin, sneezing and wheezing. Gotta keep in mind that not all smokers smoke the same brand. Add cloves, and cigars, and pipes, and pot and God knows what else to that mix, and yeah…there are gonna be exceptions to your rules. You wanna be one, right? An exception? Welp…I wanna help. And not by ignoring your plight nor hoping you get cancer or some other ailment <shudder> Just…know…that when I ask if you wouldn’t mind not sparking up just yet? Coming from me personally anyway…I’m trying to be courteous to you and me both. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. But usually I don’t care. Spark up and smoke em if you got em. 🙂
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^
Yeah…I was raised in a smoking home. But not really. My mother is VEHEMENTLYopposed to smoking. Yeah…I on rare occasions smoke, and I currently chew tobacco. But…so fucking what? That’s my choice right? Isn’t the freedom to choose isn’t on someone’s list somewhere?
I know it is.
X: Maybe.
Cade: Thanks.
X: …
^Showtek – The F Track^
This roasted coffee beans/carcinogens mess is really swirling in my head. Nevermind the caffeine and nicotine bullshit, and really…fuck the cancer bullshit too. Because I keep getting pushed to the political and governmental sides of this bullshit…which means business and businesses. Speaking as someone who is allergic to just about anything and everything, I wonder what my crime is. Because…is that what we are coming to? Inventing crime because we’ve gotten bored with the “run-of-the-mill” kinds of stuff?
I relish those things that I can participate in which do not give me grief for doing so. Hell, I relish many of the things that DO give me grief for partaking of. Petting dogs and cats. Eating beans of ANY kind. (Yes, I am allergic to almost all beans including cofveve). Almost all spicy foods give me reflux. I’m allergic to all of the ingredients in beer. Interesting footnote tho…drinking beer regularly helps with my pet allergies. I guess because it keeps my histamine levels high due to the allergens in the beer, which helps better my pet allergies. Prolly some saliva/salivary and endocrine links there too, not to mention plain ol’ feeling good and not feeling sick/sickly.
^Foetus – The Only Good Christian Is A Dead Christian^
X: Do you remember what we talked about earlier in the week?
Cade: No.
0: Are you lying?
Cade: Um….no.
Z: Are you sure?
Cade: Not anymore.
Z: Why not?
Cade: No idea. Prolly a personality issue.
Z: lolz…WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: I’m fractured.
X: Since when?
Cade: Pick one.
A: Wait…what?
Cade: Huh?
A: That wasn’t a multiple choice question.
Cade: Well…if I fractured at some point, wouldn’t that trend continue?
X: Ooohhh…a clever one we’ve got here.
Z: …
Cade: lolz…um…Z thinks otherwise.
0: They aren’t alone in that thought.
Cade: Wait…I get the temporary natures of healing.
X: Why is nature plural there.
Cade: Because of the healing processes post-healing process?
X: Well said.
T: Seconded.
0: Meh…
Cade: lolz…nice.
0: You’re welcome.
X: How many of you scars have been covered.
Cade: Um…I’m gonna take that one at face value, and say many.
X: How?
Cade: I can’t answer that. I only know that they have.
Z: Time heals all wounds.
Cade: Yeah…but what does that mean?
B: Everybody is different.
Cade: Yep.
B: Are you a fast healer?
Cade: Sometimes. But I’m also a free bleeder.
X: Bleed a lot do you?
Cade: Yep. Then it just kinda…
0: Stops.
Cade: I just know that all three surgeries I have had, all of the surgeons commented as to how badly I bled.
X: You think there is a link to scars and scarring there?
Cade: Within the capillary system? You fucking bet I do. There’s something about that interface section of the body that we like to omit and/or ignore.
Z: Think that is related to pride?
Cade: Maybe some. But not in the manner in which “The Spiritualists” like to define it.
X: Which is what?
Cade: Um…who doesn’t want to look good. And not just to the outside world.
X: Feels pretty good to feel good, eh?
Cade: I like it /shrug
A: I gave you that ability.
Cade: The ability to shrug? Fair enough. I’m still pondering the magical nature of many of these reflexes that we tend to chalk up as social faux pas or glitches.
C: They aren’t glitches?
W: And don’t get smart here.
Cade: lolz…And who the FUCK might you be?
W: …
Cade: I know that…but the reader doesn’t.
X: Answer the question.
Cade: I shudder to think about losing my gag reflex completely.
X: Why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: One particular batch of homemade red beans, at the wrong time…
X: Fatal.
Cade: I can only chalk it up to not being able to piss.
0: Kinda…timely and pertinent when your bladder is on the verge of exploding, but the pipes ain’t working…is that it?
Cade: Something like that. But then again…my throat is kinda…void.
X: I wouldn’t say that.
Cade: lolz…welp…you’d be right…but the doctors would disagree.
Z: What was it that one doctor said?
Cade: Unusual musculature of the mouth and throat.
X: And what did that make you think of?
Cade: The movie Blade.
X: I knew it…a blood sucking vampire.
Cade: lolz…busted. Wait…garlic and mirrors or crosses or holy water couldn’t have saved you some time there?
X: They aren’t always conclusive.
Cade: Fucking ROFL!!!
X: 😉
0: Catch yourself there tiger. Let the laughing fit the reader isn’t seeing pass…then get going again.
Cade: K. THX.
0: np
Cade: So…if I have this correctly…
Z: Fat chance…but go ahead…
Cade: Yeah..um…because I have weird musculature in my mouth and throat…
X: Yeah…that premise kinda died on the vine. Time to move on.
Cade: k…that was pretty fucking funny tho.
Z: We aim to please.
Cade: 🙂
X: …
^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^
X: Water.
Cade: Noted.
We dig through all kinds of layer after layer of various minerals and elements of all kinds, and yet relegate the oceans and bodies of water to layers of whale shit, fish piss, nutrients moving to feed a algae bloom via currents, but it’s still water…and just and only water. Not to mention the relegation of ice and snow at the polar caps to reflectors, and not thinking about them more in terms of capacitors and facilitators of heat transference and other energies.
Yeah…heat…not cold. Cold drives heat, and heat drives cold. I think there’s something there to crystals and salt and stuff…but whatever. No wonder your models of ice ages are so fucked up. Ever considered a pole that is still circular, but more banded? Take a gander at Saturn or Jupiter, and maybe that’ll help.
Fuck it…if you’re gonna look for life everywhere else in our solar system and elsewhere, all while ignoring the life that is here on Earth/Terra, how are you looking at that shit? Using the same systems specifically designed by people to take care of people? Fuck that noise. No fucking wonder there is a rush to commercialize space travel and shitcan research funded by government. Yeah…it sucks to get cut off at the knees. But let’s not travel this road again…k?
What am I saying…of course we are gonna travel it.
Unless we don't.
^Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel – I’ll Meet You in Poland Baby^
Cade: I dunno…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is about thinking that water is more globular than we give it credit for.
X: Continue…
Cade: Shut the fuck up.
X: OK then.
Cade: Clustering and clabbering, and not just wads of fish piss and fish shit.
X: But that too?
Cade: Watching Tooni Mahto look for otoliths in sea lion shit reveals much more than simply certain sea lions are fishing at deeper depths.
X: Which is…
Cade: What gets used and where, and what does not get used and where.
X: Lotta time to think about there.
Cade: Especially on the molecular levels as they pertain to the macro.
0: Wait…what?!?!?! What the fuck does that mean?
Cade: I dunno. Connections I guess.
0: Wait wait wait wait a minute there…are you suggesting that certain piles of sea lion scat may someday solidify and petrify…simply as a marker?
Cade: Sure…why not. Hells bells…the law of averages is prolly gonna be able to confirm that.
Z: But…what about subduction?
Cade: Where it happens? Or where it doesn’t happen?
Z: Nice. Well played.
Cade: …
Z: More ancient than you even want to think about…eh?
Cade: Something like that.
A: …
Cade: My thinking exactly.
X: Well…not exactly…but we’ll let it slide this time.
Cade: Dismissal of a system that is used to arrive at a location seems kinda…um…I don’t know.
X: Dismissive?
T: I think I know what he’s thinking here.
Cade: Thanks.
T: 🙂
Z: …
^Thatcher On Acid -Outwardly We’re Lying Inwardly Were Crying^
A few weeks ago, Leggy sent me copy of the latest novel out from Leg Iron Books to copy edit…
Two loners, an internet connection, a forbidden friendship. No good can come of this.
Two troubled and lonely people meet online and start an email friendship. She’s a schoolgirl and street-wise, so she thinks. He’s an older man, a social misfit, already known to the police, a marked man.
No danger, as yet – but he’s a fantasist and she’s a girl who breaks rules.
As events unfold in their lives, the balance of power shifts between them, the pace quickens, their fates are sealed. Fantasies do not survive reality.
I have to say, it’s a great read that had me shouting at the characters…
*Margot really draws you into their lives, Clicky… You feel for them…*
*/Squints… Oh, you’re referring to the title of the post… I saw that but decided to leave it…*
Below is a super-smashing-lovely-great missive from Cade… Enjoy! ❤
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I would jump right in here…but I’ve already gotten started.
So…opportunity = MISSED!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^FOETUS ART TERRORISM-CATASTROPHE CRUNCH^
Hmmm…
words, words words…
hMMM…
NOTE: A certain Judas Priest song may or may not be appropriate below, therefore, it may or may not appear below. I dunno. I haven't gotten there yet.
“Rather, the pirate movement grew out of a Swedish court case centered on the Pirate Bay website and whether it was breaking the law by sharing TV and music.”
^Against The Time & Victor Enzo – Malta (Original Mix) [Devotion Records]^
Breaking “THE” law. “THE” law. Sounds to me like someone was breaking “A” law, and not “THE” law. Looks like we’re gonna have to talk about cry-me’s & missed-demeanors.
So yeah…poverty.
So yeah…wealth.
So yeah…abundance and overages and underages.
So yeah…Economics.
o yeah…law & laws.
So yeah…interpretive sciences and interpolative teaching.
^No Mana – Back Alley Time Machine^
Prolly shouldn’t be thinking such things, eh? Not only am I completely and totally unqualified to think nor comment about any of this…all this shit is already worked out by my betters…right? Now all we gotta do is find the wicked and punish them accordingly? Build a funnel…and…
*SHOCK!!!*GASP!!!*ARGH!!!*
…it funnels stuff. Maybe even the stuff it was designed to funnel. I wonder what else it’ll funnel? I wonder what else we can funnel with a better and/or different funnel?
NEXT TIME!!! ON…AMAZING DISCOVERIES!!!
Funnels.
They lead somewhere.
^Charlotte de Witte – Voices Of The Ancient (Original Mix)^
Is it not clear by now, that no matter how big you want it to be, that it is possible? I wonder if those who find themselves in the position to ask the question “how big can we get” ever stops to consider…”is it possible that I may not pursue this possibility irrespective of reason?” I guess it’s possible.
That said, is failure really the opposing force to success here? You are building bigger and bigger, and more and more of it, and don’t realize the calamity and collapse happening all around you?
You aren’t building an escape vehicle.
You are creating the conditions that require one.
You are simultaneously ensuring that it’s success and successes will be so temporary that your continued efforts will ensure it’s own demise. When the tower ceases its efforts to collapse, the the tower’s surroundings will be required to pick up that slack.
Enjoy your island.
^Mario Piu aka DJ Arabesque – The Vision (Original Mix)^
All that said, maybe this business to build a city on Mars will have the effect of inspiring people here to take better care of each other. That’s a message I get anyway. Primarily off of the same concept that I espoused above, which is building in one area causing calamity in another, and being mindful of such effects and their potential…not dismissive. If we can’t get along here, we ain’t gonna get along there.
But my thinking in that is that we do get along just fine here. If happy news and/or good news is such a downer with respect to news, then explain the success of the fun stuff on The Internet? Sure, a lot of the streams have been monetized and monitorized, and there has been some changes and changing with respect to content….but you ain’t gotta frequent it nor consume it. Go somewhere else to get your happy on.
Can’t find it? Create it. Yeah…create it your own damn self. It’s no wonder that things don’t make sense when we travel abroad. Get all of our news from one place, that’s what you are gonna see. Not gonna tell you that you need to broaden your focus, but maybe I’ll mention to be mindful of those times when it gets widened for us.
^Dj Tomcraft – Loneliness (Club Remix)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the "I")
^MARRS – Pump Up The Volume 12” (1987)^
*/cough...*
*/cough...*
So let’s assume…that you are The Creator. You are going to count from zero(0) to ten(10) for the very first time.
Q: What number(s) would be/would potentially be, the scariest, and why?
A: ???
^No Mana – Nine^
Gotta loop back through zero(0) to get to ten(10). That means, that zero(0) becomes zeros(00), and back through one(1) in order to get to ten.
See some dimensional rifts there yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Q: What are we omitting?
A: Everything else.
Am I suggesting that a/the “Supreme Being” had to count from zero to ten at some point? Welp, reality wouldn’t exist as it does had they not. Conceptualization without realization is…dreamy.
^No Mana – The Process^
I’m making this shit up as I go. Freeballing…if you will. Scholars and Theologians and Thinkers of all kinds have been pondering this shit forever. So, what’s the big fucking deal about some vagrant redneck Okie from Texas pondering this shit as well? We’re all vagrants at some point in our lives. We just hook up with who and whatever we hook up with, whenever we hook up with it and them. I guess once you put the hat on, you can’t take it off. Must be cursed or something.
Now what possible path could lead to a curse? I musta missed an off-ramp or detour or something. Goddamn GPS!!!
^LIPPS INC Funkytown (Original 12″ Version)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the )
^Stupid Human – Swamp Funk^
Just trying to point out, that if the idea of The Creator attempting their first count to ten is such an absurd concept to you, maybe you should take a few steps backwards through a few lines of your own code and rethink.
That’s a good question actually. Been wondering that myself. Don’t have reason to wonder about this…I just am wondering about it. Looked up a particular something on Google… “epidermis cannot shed skin properly” (w/o the quotes)…and the above is what I found. Lotta mentions as to localized topical types of thinking.
Q: What about the other side?
A: Say WUT?!?!?
If something appears on your skin, what makes you assume that the manifestation in question is local or localized? If this is the manifestation and/or result, isn’t it safe to assume that the journey to where you find yourself actually started somewhere else. Too broad? OK…I’ll narrow.
Q: What if you get a piece of metal or some other foreign body in your foot, but it comes out through your shin, or knee, or thigh?
A: ???
I guess if skin were rigid but flexible, and tensile as well as tactile in a fluidic body, maybe that wouldn’t be such a stretch, eh? But when thinking of irritations and/or infections, if a body cannot deal with something “here”…why is it so hard to believe that a body would not try and relocate said irritation elsewhere? Maybe there is some logic above and beyond that movement of said irritant elsewhere. Maybe a body can learn something about that whatever it is and it’s particulars on the way. Just sayin’.
^Donna Summer I Feel Love Original 8 minute 12″ version 1977^
Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong.
An alien civilization, which is more advanced than ours with respect to space travel, has a policy of non-involvement whenever new planets are discovered that contain life, irrespective of any additional qualifications and or monikers.
Irrespective of their ability to travel throughout The Universe exploring…
Q: Doesn’t this policy, by definition, negate itself?
A: Yep...I'm right back to the concept inclusion for exclusion/exclusion via inclusion.
And while I’ve pondered the concept of “we are all in the same big Universe, so why exclude”…my thinking is more along the lines of …erm…”leaving home at home.” Meaning that if we travel out into space, why take a heaping shitload of predefined qualifications for what to do under certain situations encountered.
Experience? What if you are well traveled and well versed in these travels, and have discovered that approaching exploration into unknown realms ceases to be exploration when an agenda is in hand. It makes far too many assumptions about life. as it exists, contextually. Oddly enough, my thinking about these concepts are more related to A.I. and our battles with the concept than they are about life in The Universe discovered via space exploration of any type. Yeah…that includes local based remote research. But then again…regarding A.I., yeah…I’m assuming that “it” already existed long before “we” got here. We’re just maybe…knocking some dust off of it and/or rousing it.
^Blue Man Group – I Feel Love^
So I guess with that out of the way in a more in the way type of fashion, I guess we can talk about dimensionality as it relates to commonality. A contextual commonality. Maybe that’ll help us travelers of all kinds, and that’ll help us be a little less freaked out about the concept of when they are from and/or where they are from.
My starting concept was the notion of a chance visitation that resulted in my being invited on a 10,000 year journey out into space that will cover most of the known Universe as we currently know it, with my hosts teaching me a great many things along the way to later bring back to Earth/Terra and share. So while you are peering 10,000 years into the future, and eyeballing the year 12017 CE/AD 12017, and thinking…
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! WE’LL ALL BE DEAD!!! HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP US?!?!?”
…Let’s leave Einstein and Sagan out of this. Trust a bit…then maybe we can get this show on the road…k?
“Most scientists, including Wright and Boyajian, don’t think it’s very likely that there is an alien civilization building planet-size structures around one of their stars.”
A canvasing of “most scientists” of what they think or don’t think. No wonder surveys exist, and tend to exist in the way that they do eh? I mean, you send a fill-in-the-blank type of survey to a certain select group of people, and no telling what kind of answers you are going to get. Nevermind the resources it will take for someone to have to read and make sense of whatever bullshit is returned. Much simpler to travel the…
Q: Do you think aliens build planet-sized structures?
A: Yes/No (circle only one)
I know aliens have built a shitload of planet-sized structures here in the USA, but I digress.
“They think that something like a swarm of colliding comets around the star could make the most sense.”
Comet Swarms. Must be mating season around KIC 8462852. K…inertially, I’m gonna leave e-motion out of this, but if I had to guess how many comets are in this swarm, I C 2,582,648.
“But the star’s behavior continues to be very unusual to the point that most potential explanations can’t really be ruled out, including some very industrious aliens.”
Out ruling…on Earth/Terra? That’s how we role. Ruling by ruling out. We roll there and role there and roll there.
“There have already been some efforts to check KIC 8462852 for alien signals that could come from an intelligent civilization, and that search has returned nothing so far.”
Nothing…so…far. I dunno bout choo, but a star “located some 1,400 light-years away” sounds pretty far to me. I mean hell’s bells…and don’t wanna sound bitter here…but I don’t have the means to travel 14 miles to a job in an acceptable time frame in a reliable and affordable mode of transportation. BUT! I do have the ability to traverse 1,400 light years via The Internet so I can ponder what other life might be doing with their time elsewhere in The Universe…so…there’s that.
^Björk ‘Notget VR’^
One final story I’ll reference regarding the above bullshit…
I’ll reference the last line in the article, and catch you on the flipside…
“Hopefully, Mr Bigelow’s views will not hamper any of his company’s efforts in these areas.”
Yep…gotta survey these human types so we can single them out and shitcan em’. Can’t successful people thinking unpopular shit. Leave the crazy to the unsuccessful, that way, it’s easier to banish the successful who get out of line, and send them back to the social ghetto.
I guess honesty isn’t such a popular trait to possess afterall, eh?
^Telex – Moskow Diskow (1979)^
That’ll get us to a joke that just sprung to mind…
At a weekly church meeting, “The Call To Invitation” portion of the service came round, and a man stepped forward to publically confess his sins…
Pastor: TELL IT LIKE IT IS BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have drunk strong drink
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have cheated on my taxes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have coveted my neighbor’s property and have been envious of their successes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have done many things that I am ashamed of.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: Just last night, I had sex with a goat.
Pastor: I DON’T BELIEVE I WOULDA TOLD THAT ONE BROTHER!!!
^Laser – Laser (1981)^
It is flat?
Is it round?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you lost?
Are you found?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you insane?
Are you sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it mountain?
Is it mound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it quiet?
Is it sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollar?
Is it pound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollars?
Is it pounds?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is he saint?
Is he clown?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
^Vicious Pink – 8.15 To Nowhere, original version HD^
When “he” becomes “it”….”it” becomes “shit.”
Where is your personal emphasis regarding the above?
It?
Sh?
He?
She?
I?
Not that I really care about your personal emphasis…just…food for thought or something.
^Flight of the Bumblebee (all open strings)^
It’s already Friday @ 11:20, been up since 05:30 this morning after going to bed @ 02:00, and I guess it’s time to move on to the weekend. Not been sleeping well at all the last coupla weeks. Not eating much either. But I’m a fatass so…could prolly stand to lose a few…hundred pounds or tons or so. Been dreaming almost constantly when I sleep. Prolly why I’m not sleeping much. I wonder how much sleep we can stand to lose? I guess it depends on what it’s over?
^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Descent Into The Inferno (with lyrics)^
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I hope you enjoyed this shambolic missive, Dear Reader. I started formatting last evening but decided to wait until today before finishing this bit at the end and posting. This morning, Thoughtful Man and I have been in the garden, mowing the grass…
*Hard work, Clicky, but infinitely preferable to mowing down people…*
If you hadn’t heard already, there has been an ‘unprecedented‘ global cyber attack reported, Dear Reader…
Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…
*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*
Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤
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Hmmmmm......interesting.
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^
So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.
Rapport
Most
Engaged
Synchrony
Pronounced
Empathy
Group
Individual
Enhanced
Charm
Charming
Discern
True
Authentic
Phony
Clearly
Neural Entrainment
Attention
In-Synch
Common
Stimulus
Shared Attention
Dynamic
Group Learning
Uniform
Entrainment
Neural Marked
Issue
Engaged
Reality
Online
Offline
Attention Sucking
Observe
Toxic People
Sucking Draining
Force
Force Attention
Lawyer
Police
Energy Body
Distractible
Thought
Food
Nourishment
Feeding
Junk Food
Better Food
Diet
Better Material
Better
Pay
But
That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.
BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.
😉
OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.
❤
^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.
^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^
Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.
EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.
EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.
^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^
The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.
EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?
Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”
^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^
Anything going on in the world?
What about your world? Anything going on there?
Same shit?
Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.
Wanna fuck?
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^
I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.
That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.
But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.
Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.
^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^
It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?
Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.
Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?
OK…so learning ain’t always so boring afterall. In the Wiktionary definition for “shithole”…there was an example of usage as follows…
“That hotel we stayed at in New York was an absolute shithole; no wonder it only cost $12 per night.”
lolz
$12 a night? What did you expect? The Ritz?
^Fluke Slid^
Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?
A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"
Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.
Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.
And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.
^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^
Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?
The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
The chucklehead(s) at Twilight Language have declared some kind of Yankee and Cowboy war…whatever in the fuck that is.
The chuckelhead(s) over at Merovee are talking about God only knows what.
The chucklehead(s) over at SyncBookRadio are doing whatever it is that they do.
The chucklehead(s) over at Tek-Gnostics are talking archaeology.
The chucklehead over at The Secret Sun is talking about Paganism or something.
And this chucklehead right here is talking about whatever in the fuck it is that I am talking about.
What a pack of fucking weirdos.
^Chemical Brothers – Under the Influence^
It appears that some things are going wrong in the world.
LET’S WATCH IT AS IT HAPPENS!!!
^FAILS Compilation || March 2017 || MonthlyFails^
And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.
^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^
I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.
^Diving into 1000 Mousetraps in 4K Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
Fuck it. Here’s some more cool slo mo shit.
^Best Slow Motion Videos 2017^
And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.
^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^
Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.
BUT!
Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…
Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?
A: FILTERS!!!
Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.
But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^
My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.
Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”
Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.
A: ???
I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?
^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^
I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why? Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers. Lieutenant Gorman: So? Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system? Burke:[interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right. Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what? Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos. Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.
Now…for the hard part.
Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.
^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^
My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.
Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.
It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.
/me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – Nothing [Justin Strauss Mix]^
It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?
A: The Need Unmet.
I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.
But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.
MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Hmmmmm......interesting.
Library of Libraries 