Category: Marshall McLuhan
Adventures in Remote Viewing: Moon Day Meanderings…
*/Flicks lighter… That’s a sync, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… In fact that’s a specific sync telling me get my arse in gear and write a Halloween story for UAXII…*
*An’ I’ll tell you wot else… /flicks ash… ‘Trailblazer’ crops up later in this post…*
Last evening, Dear Reader, Text US Okie Devil Cade Fon Apollyon and I indulged in a spot of remote viewing. I mentioned it to Leggy after…
*/drags… What a year, Clicky… /rolls eyes… it just keeps on giving… /streams smoke…*
*Now that I come to fink of it… /deep drag… Pesto’s reporting precipitated the fall of Northern Rock bank in 2007…*
*/plumes smoke… Pesto joined Twitter in March 2008, so ‘e wouldn’t ‘ave broke the story there. ‘E gets more push back now on the narratives ‘E’s peddlin’…*
*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky! …/grimaces… Why’d you leave the ‘igh pitch bit in at the end? My ears are ringing…*
*/final drag… Seriously, rust on the Moon. Whatever next? …/stubs butt… Hey! Did you spot the ‘Trailblazer’ sync, Clicky?*
‘JPL is also building a new version of M3 for an orbiter called Lunar Trailblazer.’
*True man painter… /smirks… Trumania, Trump Mania. There’s a lot of that about…*
Although very different, both movies are really quite wonderful in their own way. Especially seen one after the other, if you have an interest in Sin-Crow-Mist-Eyes-Is-Sum. ‘The Girl With a Pearl Earring’ is understated but high in tension and simply gorgeous to look at…
*Yep, one of the first fings I saw this morning, Clicky… /lights up…*
… And ‘The Truman Show’ is all about experiencing synchronicity in an artificial world…
*/drags… It can sum times feel like that, Clicky, true…*
*What?! …/coughs out smoke… No, I don’t want to remote view ‘Sophie’s Choice’ next. I’ve seen it; it doesn’t end well…*
*Yes, we’ll keep looking. Sophie woz on a ‘iding to nuffin’ in that flick. Mind you, it woz ‘er own fault for promoting Nazi ideals… /puffs angrily… And choosing not to translate… /clears throat…
*Stoned or stoning, one of those…
*Far Right and Far Left? So close in ideology that you couldn’t separate ’em with a fuckin’ cigarette paper…*
*It has been a good afternoon, evening and night, Clicky, it has…*
… Now, if you will excuse me, Dear Reader, I have to go and write a story. But thank you for spending your precious time here with us at the LoL, lolling, so to speak. We all lol down here 😉 Have a Song…
CLICK5: Byte Me!
The Tooth, The Whole Tooth & Nothing But The Tooth…
*So ‘elp me… /rolls eyes… Gawd, Clicky, this could be a long one. ‘Ow should we begin?*
*Ah… /flicks lighter… The Twitter Timeline sync during my lunch break today, excellent, starting point, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… Why am I thinking of Ricky Gervais?*
*Yes! Funny man… /flicks ash… No, hold on – weren’t the Nazis a crocodile?*
*That’s an underdog strategy, Clicky… /smirks… Bite ’em in the Balkans…*
Hello there, Dear Reader 😀
My evenings this past week have been taken up with remote viewing the 26-episode, epic documentary series from 1973, The World At War, with my Text Us chum, Cade Fon Apollyon. I’d only seen the episodes dealing with what happened pre-1939 at school, in 1983. I was studying the ‘Silent World War’ for my History O Level. That’s the one between the First and Second World Wars, but that nobody wants to call a war, although in pretty much every respect, it was…
*Nearly an ‘our an episode, Clicky… /drags… It’s like compressing World War 2 into a single day…*
*Alright, smarty pants, but there’s a lot less detail in 7 minutes…*
*Ha! The emergence of sharks and evolution of teeth at 10:11, and crocodiles appear at 11:05. Not a fucking Nazi to be seen…*
*The Chinese are Communists, knot Nazis, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*”A band called Socialist Fuzzy Bucket”…Hmm… /thinks… Did the advent of radio turn politics ‘radio-active’, do ya fink? …/deathly silence… Well?*
*Oh ‘ardly, Clicky – the Internet utilizes both effectively…
*Ugh! Possibly too effectively …/yawns stretchily… Time to wrap this shambles up me finks, Clicky…*
*To be honest, you’d be ‘ard-fuckin’-pressed to not see a single country in the world today that isn’t governed by parties, or ‘as opposition parties, all pulled straight out the ‘socialist fuzzy bucket’…*
*/shudders…*
So, if you’re interested in how the previous Fourth Turning Winter/Crisis climaxed in 1945, Dear Reader, then I can thoroughly recommend giving The World At War a viewing. It’s freely available on YTube, but you have to make the time, and that has always been your purview. Besides, ace thesp Sir Laurence Olivier narrates over its entire nearly 26 hours…
*Yes, we’re done, Clicky…*
Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song 😉
CLICK5: Statues of Limitations
30-Day Song Challenge: Meanings!
*Good thinking, Clicky. Buggered if I can remember where we got to…*
Apols! for the two day break in this 30 Day Song Challenge, Dear Reader. I did manage to drag my snot-riddled carcass into work at the Tower on Monday morning, but was promptly sent home…
*The chorus is applicable, Clicky, but the song has a different meaning…*
… But, now I’m on the mend and feeling at least half human again, we can finally get on with the post. No suggestion from Poppy Sweet Pea this time, I’m afraid, but Leggy is provided an absolute corker of a song with many meanings…
^The Damned – Curtain call – The Best Version Sound & Video^
… So, let’s crack on, Dear Reader. Enjoy! 😀
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Day 20: songs that have many meanings
Cade’s first song pick…
This is potentially an interesting topic with a lot of latitude. Let’s us start off with something obvious.
^If You See Kay _ APRIL WINE^
Roob’s first song pick…
Considering the unexpected war-like start to the new year…
*/lights up… Yeah, the US bagging the Iranian General in Iraq… /drags… was a bit black swanish, Clicky… /streams smoke…*
… my first pick is a song about a symbol that has different meanings…
*That’s fantastic… /smokes… Whipple the gliding ace should be the name of a swan…*
… To me, it will always mean ‘The Young Ones’ 😀
^MOTÖRHEAD – Ace of Spades on “The Young Ones”^
Cade’s second song pick…
This one qualifies in a less “tongue-in-cheek” kind of way. I’ve thought of using this song several times during the course of this writing. Anyway, I’ve written about this song in previous writings + the album the song appeared on + the album cover = a young mind wandering to some distant and strange places. I honestly have no idea the scope of the places my mind went went I was 7/8 years old, laying on the floor, and listening to this song through headphones while staring at the album cover.
I get the feeling that you don’t always need drugs to “trip“, and the album ‘A Question Of Balance‘ by The Moody Blues is quite possibly one of the strangest ways to get mind, body, spirit and soul to places far afield. The music is…well, it ain’t really Rock-N-Roll…let’s just put it that way. I wouldn’t consider it Progressive either. At the same time, it’s too heavy for me to consider it either Classical or Folk. It’s like some Frankensteined experimental blending of a lot of different musical styles and elements, all joined together to tell some individual narratives in a single tale. And, it’s some pretty fucking good music.
^The Moody Blues- Question^
Roob’s second song pick…
Until 2014, I had never even heard of this next song. It was completely new to Thoughtful Man also, which was a surprise, as he’s a music buff and a collector of songs. Apparently Beatles fans are still arguing amongst themselves as to its meaning, but to me? It means…
*I couldn’t have put it better myself, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
^Glass Onion (Remastered 2009)^
Cade’s third song pick…
Would anyone…choose…to go to hell? Am a bit older now, so what “hell” actually is appears to be not so clearly defined as it was when I was younger. The Greeks appear to have some thoughts on the place, as did the Scandinavians, as do a lot of cultures, so what is this place. Really. What, is, hell? Why, in the hell, would anyone want to go there?
Being textually clever and creative about your own station in life can be dangerous. It may just get you damned. Like say, a rock-n-roll singer and lyricist writing about their experiences within their chosen profession, and writing metaphorically to relate what the experience is actually like. Willingly agreeing to subject your body to all manner of abuses that the job requires. Away from home constantly. On the road, staying in bad motels/hotels, eating crappy food that constantly makes you sick, and everyone wants a piece of you. Loads of investors throwing money at you to do your thing, but they get their money back first, and you get what’s leftover. As this job eats away at you, a black vortex forms on the horizon, it’s pulling you in, and there’s no escaping the inevitable.
This job ...is going... to kill you
It’s almost like, oh…I dunno, working in some place that processes plutonium. Or maybe digging coal or diamonds or copper out of the ground. Maybe you work on and around dangerous machinery. Maybe your job is physically demanding, and you are one single injury away from complete destruction. Maybe you work behind the register in a shop where some idiot can waltz in at any moment with a weapon and take your life over a few bucks. Maybe you work in some building that is loaded with Asbestos, or has lead pipes providing you water, or the walls are covered in lead paint. Maybe you sit on your ass all day in a chair that was not designed for you, at a desk that does not accommodate you, wearing clothing of a type that is not comfortable and/or aesthetically pleasing for you, banging away on a keyboard that was not designed for you, and staring at a radiation emitting device that was not meant to be stared at for long periods of time, all day every day. Any of that might be almost like…choosing, to go, to hell.
^AC/DC – Highway to Hell (Official Video)^
Comes down to morals and ethics. The “honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay” kinds of bullshit. Clean money Vs dirty money. Honest money acquired by honest means.
lolz...ok, if you say so
Did you even notice that Roob has had to post this late because she’s laid up sick? I mean, whatever she has must be a doozy because she was sick most all last week and STILL had to take time off this week because the shit appears to be getting worse and worse. What do you think her employer thinks about her having to take time off from work on the tail-end of a week’s vacation? What kinds of stresses does that cause on both her and her place of employment? And why is that? Because scammers and scumbags have taken advantage of sick leave and other types of authorized absences? The employers retaliate by taking advantage of the situation and making authorized absences something that employees utilize at their own peril. Or at least, its that way here in the US. Taking a sick day may as well be volunteering to be put on each and every shit-list your employer may have.
Performance Reviews? FUCKED!
Advancement Opportunities? FUCKED!
Employee loyalty? SUSPECT!
Job dedication? SUSPECT!
Office gossip and rumor? OPEN FOR BUSINESS!
Crap jobs, shit detail(s) and dead-end or impossible projects? THEY’RE ALL YOURS!
Working environment/workplace morale? WE’RE ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL BABY!
There’s always loads of layers to a single something. Lots of angles, lots of interests, lots of players playing in a shitload of games. Guess it just depends on how deep we as individuals are prepared to dive.
^Rush-The Trees (Lyrics)^
Roob’s third song pick…
*”The future of the future, is the present, and this is something people are terrified of”… /stubs butt… What’s he mean by that, Clicky, and what the fuck does it have to do with my third song?*
*The Royal Oak! …/pats snout… Fuck knows how I managed to get in there each week, Clicky – I looked 12!*
The final word to Cade…
Was cruising YouTube last night, and stumbled across a debate from 1979 where John Cleese and Sarah Palin‘s dad were debating with Bishop of Southwark Mervyn Stockwood and “noted Christian” Malcolm Muggeridge on some show called “Friday Night, Saturday Morning“. In truth, I don’t know if Michael Palin is actually Sarah Palin‘s father, but I guess it’s possible. Anyway, these four and the host were “debating” the movie Monty Python’s Life Of Brian. Here are the four parts to the debate if you wanna viddy for yourself.
All I could think about whilst watching this “debate” was the metaphorical nature of the movie (which I have only recently seen myself for the first time) and also the metaphorical nature of the tales that Jesus wove. Just seems like Jesus/Yeshua or whatever his name was, spent a lot of time trying to get those around them to think. Yes, also to feel, but you don’t spin these metaphorical parables without a desire to get your listeners to think. Inspire them to explore. To relate. And yes, to question. Maybe we sometimes get “the act of questioning” wrong because our ideas on what is/is not respectful become skewed and warped by the safety of the known. The knowledgeable, the wise and the learned “know”, so why discover anything for myself? Just go to the experts, problem solved. Someone tells you “this is the right way, and the only way, so says God” and you are likely going to believe them. I mean…God is on their side, right? Who in their right mind is going to contest God or anyone on God’s side? That must be the right way to go…right?
^Flying High Again^
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Day 21 tomorrow, Dear Reader, and Cade and I will be mulling over songs we like with a person’s name their titles. So until then, have a Song ❤
^Angie Baby – Helen Reddy^
Playing Devil’s Avocado
‘You’ve been actively participating in discovering “meaningful coincidence” for longer than I in some of the realms that we both swim.
‘Q: Do you ever stop and reflect on what you are doing and why?’
*It’s my own fault, Clicky… /lights up… I did ask… /drags… It was really late… /plumes smoke… Or really early…*
*Not sure, Clicky… /smokes… should I go for the long or short answer?*
*Fair enough…*
The short answer is ‘Yes’ and as to why, perhaps an example of ‘meaningful coincidence’ may be helpful in this regard, Dear Reader. It happened today, in fact whilst I was writing this post. I’ll describe in bullet point form:
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I am currently on a long weekend from work, which I booked off back in the summer because the date coincides with the deadline for submissions to Underdog Anthology 9;
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Thoughtful Man had other ideas and planned on hiring a skip, so that I could spend part of my long weekend clearing the accumulated crap from the garden this weekend;
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Boo! I was not looking forward to clearing the crap from the garden;
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Earlier this week Thoughtful had to spend the skip money on emergency reupholstery on back seat of his taxi;
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Yay! I didn’t have to spend time this weekend removing the crap from the garden;
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Yesterday a skip appeared on our next door neighbour’s drive;
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Thoughtful Man comes home from work this afternoon, whilst I am writing this post, and tells me that our next door neighbour had just offered us use of his skip;
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The garden is cleared and its accumulated crap is now sitting in next door neighbour’s skip.
*Holy guacamole, Clicky… /flicks ash… A toast?*
*Blimey! Cade knows about my fondness for drummers…*
Dear Reader, have a Song ❤
Synchronicity & Fire Signs
Apols, Dear Reader, but this is a proper shambles…
…I’ve been thinking about whether or not the Internet is ‘alive’ in regards to the Sophianic Myth, as described by Gnostic teacher, John Lamb Lash…
*I’m agnostic, Clicky… /shrugs… butt what if A.I. means ‘Aeonic Intelligence’ instead of ‘Artificial Intelligence? Perhaps both? Would that make Sophia a grandmother?*
From my understanding of it, the Aeon Sophia, having fallen (or jumped) from the Galactic Centre, accidentally created the Archons (Silicon-based life form) from the force of her fall, before transforming herself into a planet (Earth), as a home for her intended offspring, the ‘Divine Experiment’ (Humans) to live and thrive on. The fate of humanity rests on its ability to get along with its accidental older sibling which, incidentally, hates its guts…
*I wouldn’t be at all surprised, Clicky…*
*Oh it was the Phoenix Club… /smacks forehead… The blood Club and Silicon Valley…*
*Hmm… /nibbles thumbnail…*
Now, I happen to think of ‘synchronicity’ as a language, Dear Reader. A medium, if you will…
… So what was the weird sync that I encountered last night, telling me? It occurred after Cade and I had finished remote viewing a couple of movies featuring the Gyllenhaal siblings. Maggie in ‘Secretary’…
*Scribe arse smacked from behind…*
… And Jake in ‘Jarhead’…
*Scribe head smacked from behind…*
… For whatever reason – he didn’t elucidate as to why – Cade decided to share a Song with me…
… I listened to it and we chatted on about a video by Victor Oddo, that we’d remote viewed earlier on in the day…
*Does his haircut seem somewhat jarheadish to you, Clicky?*
*Pommes Frit? …/gnaws top lip… It was definitely in the Thatcher sense… /wipes mouth…*
… And whilst we were chatting, I decided to catch up on comments elsewhere. I saw that MJ had left a very interesting one in the Red universe of MEROVEE…
*/thinks… That kinda syncs with Cade’s last missive, Clicky… /scratches nose… All those threes and there was that Victor Oddo video about synchronicity in it…*
…I posted the tweet of the Times Square Sign on fire to Cade…
*My thinking exactly, Clicky! …/pats snout… Yous so clever…*
*That’s more of a rockface than a rockwall, Clicky, but I get your drift… /sighs… I dunno. I know that I’m in dire need a smoke and that you need to get a Song for us to finish on…*
Is the Earth alive, Dear Reader? Is the Internet alive? Do I have too much time on my hands? Are these the great questions of our times? 😉 Who knows… and have a Song 😉
*…/sniffs…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… And it’s when’s day today. Sync! …/flicks lighter… You know, Marshall McLuhan said advertising was the greatest art form of the 20th century? …/lights up… An’ that the medium is the message… /drags… Fucking genius!*
https://t.co/ruc2hgSHTS—
飞 (@xufeitop) June 18, 2018
SENSITIVITY
In the whirled of MRS REGN, Dear Reader, the S stands for Sensitivity…
… and that means all living things on this planet have the ability to detect changes in the surrounding environment and to react to it…
*Cade-style it is then, Clicky… /thinks… Actually, when you fink about it, an orange ‘nightmare’ has triggered the sensitivities of the free world in recent times… /smokes… Yuge!*
Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘orange’ to ‘Sensitivity’?
A: *.../sniffs...*
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Guess who THIS is!!! Yeah…it’s THAT guy.
I thought of something last night, but can’t recall what it is currently. We’ll just have to divert somewhere else. Howza bout something like this…
10 Odd Emotions You May Have Experienced
The reason that I wanted to go there, is because whatever it was that I thought of last night was one of those more “off the wall” types of concepts. A state of mind/being that we appear to not think about much.
Philosophy 101: Critical Thinking | List of Emotions
Nope…nothing on that list rings a bell either. What in the FUCK was it that I thought about last night while standing there taking a piss? Oh…had I not mentioned that I was taking a piss whenever I thought of whatever it was that I thought of?
Well, I was.
What’s Your State of Mind?
So yeah…what choo think? Think you can help me remember whatever it is that I forgot?
^Underworld – Scribble^
I love the color orange. But you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, and I prolly just prejuiced you by using that pic above…
Prejuiced?
I meant PREJUDICED…not prejuiced.
Anyway…yeah…orange…one of my fave colors. Green, Orange, Purple if I had to pick faves, but not with respect to cars. White or Yellow would be my first choice. Black with respect to most clothes, or plain pastels. Something really loud in blue, yellow or red in clothes is OK too.
I can't remember what I was gonna say here.
OH! Did you know, that on Imgur where I found that image? The image was named:
“ORANGE STEALING WHORES“.
I wonder what that is all about? Seems not very nice to assume someone sexual proclivities based on a gender. What goes good with orange juice?
^Mango – Friday Coffee (Paul Keeley Remix)^
I’ve heard it said by some that “orange is the new black”…but I’ve no idea what that means. So let’s think about this kid above. She’s likely seeing something in her head as to what SHOULD be transpiring, and what she needs to do in order to facilitate the successful operation of this activity, but what is actually happening is something quite different.
Must be new to her or something.
Am I saying shit that “goes without saying” here? Of course some little kid isn’t going to be a world champion hula-hooper on what is likely her first try. So, let’s say that’s so.
Q: Are you willing to spend the time teaching her and helping her to become a world champion hula-hooper?
A: ???
Gonna take a lot of time, she’s eventually gonna grow up, and will likely have a bunch of creeps oogling her as she performs/demonstrates her talent. Better crush her dreams right now. Better sooner than later…eh?
So yeah, maybe orange IS the new black. I wonder what color “patience” might be? Whatever color that is, I wonder what color it is when absent? Clear? If so, and the same could be said of other colors, that sure would muddy the concept of clarity.
^Roald Velden – Time Flies By (Original Mix)^
When the sun sets, maybe it’s that orange seems to blend well with the black, and is one of the last distinguishable colors that we see. Black and orange do indeed mesh well, and maybe that’s one of the magical blendings that allows us to see the darkness in the way(s) that we do.
I’ve run long tho, and really don’t want to get to rambling about light/dark right now. Not trying to be insensitive, but I’ve got needs too. So does Roob.
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
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*Oh… /flicks ash… I believe a pack of the higher strength cigs in the aqua coloured box is winging its way to me right now… /final drag… I do hope it’s not confiscated for not displaying the mandatory medical porn, Clicky…*
*/stubs butt… Clicky, the Song…*
Dear Reader, should you have been “triggered” by anything in the above post, then Reproduction is up next. Come back then. Or not. It’s up to you.
Have a Song 😉
Missive From ‘Merica: Two Step
*Interesting, Clicky, but to be honest I was thinking more about dance…*
two-step (n.) dance style, 1893, from two + step (n.); so called for the time signature of the music (as distinguished from the three-step waltz). But as the positions taken by the dancers involved direct contact, it was highly scandalous in its day and enormously popular.
A certain Division of an Auxiliary gave a dance not long since. I went and looked on. What did they dance? Two-step, two-step and two-step. How did they dance? When we used to waltz, we clasped arms easily, took a nice, respectable position, and danced in a poetry of motion.
Now, girls, how do you two-step? In nine cases out of ten the dear girl reposes her head on the young man’s shoulder, or else their faces press each other. He presses her to his breast as closely as possible, and actually carries her around.
Disgraceful? I should say so. Do you wonder at the ministers preaching on dancing as a sin, when it looks like this to a woman like myself who believes in dancing and has danced all her life? Mothers, as you love your girls, forbid them to dance after this manner. [letter in the ladies’ section of “Locomotive Engineers’ Monthly Journal,” March 1898]
To the Two Step may be accredited, serious injury to the Waltz, awkward and immodest positions assumed in round dancing, also as being a prominent factor in overcrowding the profession and causing a general depression in the business of the legitimate Master of Dancing. [“The Director,” March 1898]
*Oh is that how that’s done… What about the other one?*
*Okay… Are there any dances where the woman leads, Clicky? I’m meant to be leading this missive…*
Traditionally, the male dance partner is the Lead and the female dance partner is the Follow, though this is not always the case, such as in Schottische danced in the Madrid style where women lead and men follow.
*Hmm… I’ll just get on with it…*
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Sup dickheads and non-dickheads?!?!?!?
Roob is driving today.
Yeah...you heard right...RooBeeDoo is driving today. 😉
Outside of this here paragraph, which is being written @ 00:41 CST on Friday August 25th of 2017, Roob is gonna call the shots on this here whatever turned missive.
I mainly thought I would go ahead and write a bit because there is a song that I am listening to that I really like, and I want to share it. But it should also clear my head a bit, and will hopefully let me sit back, shut up, and let her do her thing.
I have no idea what she is planning/thinking about. Only mentioned via a Twitter convo that maybe a new missive is in order/on order, and she expressed an idea that I’ll not mention here. This is exciting!!!
^Ranji – Speed of sound^
I failed with the first paragraph and shutup thing. Was watching YouTube, and they ruined it.
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In… the …hood.
1 hood down…1 hood to go.
You hoods will be good to go after that.
Or maybe you got that hood covered.
^BAIT BIKE IN THE HOOD PRANK^
And not to leave anything undone…let’s travel to…LUNN-DUNN!!!
^BAIT BIKE PRANK in LONDON^
Let’s throw some meat to hungry dogs, and see what they do.
Let’s open a loophole in the law, and see who pours through.
Let’s open a bottle, half for me and some for you.
Let’s kill us a kitten, just to hear its last…mew.
^Phaxe & Morten Granau – Beatless^
Tis now Friday. Like…later Friday.
Meaning, Roob has slept and awoken, and so I have I.
Changes have changed.
This will go wherever it does.
^UnderCover – Chapati^
While we are let’sing, let’s think about electrical impulses. Yeah. Them those ‘lectrical impulses in your brain-sack and body-sack(s) and shit like that.
What does that pic have me thinking of? Welp…Shingles of course. What else would I be thinking of?
Shingles
What’s not kinda fair about these pics? Everyone is different. Which makes me think of something…
Q: What’s fair about doctors?
A: (are you gonna try and tell me...they are all...<gulp>...different?)
I mean, if you have the cash and/or a good enough insurance plan that allows “a second opinion”…and that second opinion turns out to be more favorable…did the doctor give the answer you were looking for? Or did they get it right and the first doctor got it wrong? This assumes a difference in opinion between doctors…which we with experience KNOW … never … fucking … EVAR …happens. 😉
What about the patient? Is their opinion REALLY not important? You doctors wouldn’t have a fucking job of the “patient” didn’t exist…right? Are we really to assume that patients are dumb? Can’t learn? When did doctors cease being teachers? Are you teaching you patients to be dependent on you? Or to depend on you, you, you and only you? Because, we could prolly suddenly make a case for “addictive behaviors and practices” here, not to mention some narcissistic and/or co-dependence, not to mention Borderline Personality Disorder.
Maybe it’s time for “the patient” to treat the doctor(s)?
Lemme give ya hand with that doc.
^Love and Rockets – Mirror People ’88^
So yeah…’lectricity in the body. Someone gets zapped by an excessive amount of this shit…seems like all it wants to do is to get out. Thinking about spin(s) and field generation, maybe that’s how these fields around us get generated. Ya can’t suddenly get all uppity and say that the body is no longer chemical and electrical just because we now know that we have these fields hovering around us 24/7.
So…what are those methods of getting something into the human body?
Absorption
Inhalation
Ingestion
Injection
Let's travel that 5th path...shall we?
COMBO MOVE(S)!!!
Since all require absorption, let’s use this opportunity to talk about spin. I’m gonna think speed here, which means we are going to talk about friction, which means we are talking about heat.
Since we are talking about heat…that means we are talking about heat regulation. If we are talking about heat regulation, that means we are going to be talking also about moisture at the same time.
But getting back to heat…that means we are going to be talking about Asbestos, Glycol(s) and Lithium. That’ll get us to salts, crystals/crystalline(s), fiberglass and carbon-fiber kinds of shit, which will get us to think about insulation and…null.
Yep. Null. If we are talking about heat, friction, and spin…we are talking about time. If we are talking about time, that means we are talking about times and timings. That means we must include null and null timings.
Q: How important is time, times, and timing(s) with respect to cell-division?
A: Yeah...I went there.
^Hilight Tribe – Free Tibet (Vini Vici Remix)^
bis
vision
minge
pudendum
pud
amiable
Can't remember where I was going with this, because I got sidetracked.
^Vini Vici & Tristan & Avalon – Colors^
Roob has asked me for what I have.
Not going to elaborate.
Here it comes.
^Armin van Buuren vs Vini Vici feat. Hilight Tribe – Great Spirit (Extended Mix)^
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Dear Reader, I was going to write a post about the boys’ birthday (went okay) and their GCSE results (got what they wanted), but I’ve actually spent the last couple of days in conversation with Cade, talking about all kinds of shit, from cling film to teleportation Vs time travel, from 20th century history to the weather (specifically hurricanes and tornadoes), and all points in between.
I was thinking I could incorporate some of what we talked about into the missive above…
*Yeah, that was cool…*
*Oh, you’re gonna show it… /squints… O-Kayyy…*
*/slaps head… I meant paper towel…*
*Tread not treat… /sigh… Okay, Clicky that’s enough now…*
*No, enough! That conversation went on for hours…*
*/wrestles dolphin assistant to the ground…*
