New Ham Let: ‘Cos Play’s The Fing

*/lights up… Afternoon, Clicky… /drags… Feeling Old Skool, are we? …/streams smoke…*

I saw a tweet earlier today, Dear Reader…

*’rollie stone’… /:D… *

Franglish Monkey Sync Sense goes for Smiles

Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read

‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.

‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.

‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’


*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*

*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*

The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…

‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’

*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*


*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*

Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤

*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*

Sunday Sonday

I thought today, Dear Reader, that I would try to recreate a shamble that I posted in 2013 over at – the now defunct – Sync Miss For Him


*Hmm… /flicks lighter… I prefer ‘him’, Clicky, but hymn sounds like him, so I guess it could be hymn… /lights up…*

Whilst doing so, I hope to connect the connections I made then to some current syncs and themes being exposed/explored by Christopher Knowles and his reader-commentators over at The Secret Sun blog.

Sew let’s start. It started with a Song…

Strawberry Fields Forever” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles. It was released in February 1967 as a double A-side single with “Penny Lane”. The song was written by John Lennon and credited to the Lennon–McCartney songwriting partnership. Lennon wrote the song in Almería, Spain, where he was filming a role in the anti-war comedy How I Won the War. He drew inspiration from his childhood memories of playing in the garden of Strawberry Field, a Salvation Army children’s home near to where he grew up in Liverpool.

What particularly interested me was the accompanying video that was filmed on the 30th and 31st of January 1967 in the deer park surrounding Knole House in Sevenoaks, Kent. I hadn’t seen it before and I was struck by what occurred to me as the first appearance of a soon to be very famous science fiction character…

*/drags… John Lamb Lash mentioned the connection between the Kubrick‘s ‘HAL’ and the Coptic word ‘Hal’ for Archon simulation, Clicky… /taps ash…*

*Knowles and Knoles has the same root etymology, Clicky… /puffs… ‘knoll‘…*

Knole House is interesting in that it is considered to be a sort of ‘Calendar House’  – 365 rooms, 52 staircases, 12 entrances and seven courtyards. I was a little surprised to find a ‘Cade‘ reference alongside ‘Fiennes/Fine/Feyn‘ in the early history of the house. It would be fair to say that observation wouldn’t have meant anything at all to me back in 2013, when crafting the original shambles…

Christopher Knowles over at The Secret Sun has for the past 9 months been following a rich seam of syncs surrounding the life, loves and music of the singer Elizabeth Fraser of Cocteau Twins

‘The Frasers are believed to have come from Anjou in France. The name Fraser may be derived from Fredarius, Fresel or Freseau. Another suggestion is that the Frasers were a tribe in Roman Gaul, whose badge was a strawberry plant (fraisier in French). The first Fraser to appear in Scotland was in about 1160 when Simon Fraser held lands at Keith in East Lothian .’

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

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

Meadows are fields… Like a paddock

Vega (n.)

1638, bright northern star, the alpha of Lyra, from Arabic (Al Nasr) al Waqi translated variously as “the eagle of the desert” or “the falling vulture” (or bird).

*Las Vegas and a vulture… /puffs… That fucking ad is on my Twitter feed constantly at the moment, Clicky…/snorts smoke…*

*/raises eyebrows… In-fallible with a strawberry, Clicky… Interesting… /final drag…*

The garden strawberry was first bred in Brittany, France, in the 1750s via a cross of Fragaria virginiana from eastern North America and Fragaria chiloensis, which was brought from Chile by Amédée-François Frézier in 1714. Cultivars of Fragaria × ananassa have replaced, in commercial production, the woodland strawberry (Fragaria vesca), which was the first strawberry species cultivated in the early 17th century.’

Pink News John Mahoney death

I had a bit of a ‘Mandela Effect’ myself this week, when I read that the dad in the sitcom ‘Frasier’, John Ma-honey, had died

*That’s where I knew him from! …/sucks teeth… To be honest, I thought he was already dead, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

grey crowned crane

*Ah, a grey crowned crane… They did an episode with a crane…*

Frasier remains one of my favourite comedies and I still watch clips of it on YT. The pilot episode ‘The Good Son‘ was probably the most perfect pilot episode ever made, introducing the main characters practically fully formed… Touched by an Angell

strawberry angel delight.gif

Anyhoo, I’m sure I’ve missed out loads from my original shamble, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this one all the same. Doo go and have a perusal of The Secret Sun’s scribblings; it’s completely fascinating. In fact there is a new post up now, so that’s my early evening sorted 😉

Enjoy the coming week, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😀







Pearls Before Swinehund

Dear Reader, this post follows on from the previous LoL post, and I should probably start this post with a word about pearls

*Is she saying ‘knacker‘ or ‘nacre‘, Clicky? …/lights up…*

Back in September of 2013, over on Sync Miss For Him, I shambled the album cover artwork of Lightning Bolt by Pearl Jam…

lightning bolt album artwork

*/fumes… It pisses me off that some numpty locked and buried Sync Miss For Him, Clicky… /drags… I’m gonna have to do this from memory… /sigh…*

Basically it occurred to me that each of the tracks’ artwork could correspond with a globally headlining news event/events that had occurred (and was yet to occur) in 2013; each image represented a month. The image for ‘Getaway’, for example, relates to the inauguration of Obama in January that year, ‘Let the Records Play’ with the close flyby of asteroid DA14…

*Yup! …/flicks ash… Blue Frank is convinced the asteroid pass and meteor explosion are intimately related…*

*Oh yeah! …/drags… February was a very busy month that year, Clicky…*

  • ‘Mind Your Manners’ depicted the election of Pope Frankie in March,

  • ‘My Father’s Son’ and the Boston Marathon bombing in April,

  • ‘Pendulum’ and the murder of Lee Rigby in May,

  • ‘Infallible’ and Edward Snowden revelations in June,

  • ‘Future Days’ and the birth of Prince George in July,

  • ‘Sirens’ and the imminent but thankfully scuppered attack on Syria in August,

  • ‘Lightning Bolt’ and the Navy Yard shooting in September,

thats all folks.gif

*/huffs… Well, it was at the end of September when I posted the shamble Clicky… /puffs… hind sight’s easy… /blows… predicting what’ll happen is difficult…*

For the remaining three track artworks, I figured ‘Yellow Moon’ might have something to do with North Korea, although in hind sight ‘Swallowed Whole’ could have been something to do with North Korea. ‘Sleeping By Myself’, however, I speculated it could be related to a high-profile divorce, or the death of a prominent black man…

*/final drag… Signing a message about cigarettes, Clicky… /stubs butt… “from so far”…*

Dear Reader, I seem to have rambled on a bit and not actually covered what I wanted to cover in this post. Another post will follow that moves us forward in time to January 2015, and on again to this Friday just gone. It’s about bacteria


*Oh shush, Clicky… /lights up… Go get a Song…*



A Nifty Fifty Post

*What a rousing start, Clicky. Nice… /pats snout…*

Tomorrow, Dear Reader, is a special day: my good friend Cade the Okie Devil, The Unseen Synchro, will be celebrating a milestone date…

…One that I reached back in May…

*The whole episode? Okay, it’s a good one… /sits back and lights up…*

Funny, a question of music… Back when he was younger, Cade wrote and performed some songs for an album he made for himself. He’s a lapsed musician but after some badgering…


*/drags… I’m so glad I didn’t say ‘sucking up’… /expels smoke… DON’T! …/glares…*

… After nearly two years of asking, he finally dusted off the tapes and put his music up on UTube so that it could be heard…

Devil’s Work – OneThing (1991) >



< Devil’s Work – Side: More Fun – Tracks 1, 2 & 3 (1991) >



< Devil’s Work – Side: More Fun – Tracks 7, 8, 9 & 10 (1991) >

< Devil’s Work – Side: Fun – Tracks 1 & 2 (1991) >

< Devil’s Work – Side: Fun – Tracks 5, 6, 7, 8 & 9 (1991) >


*Yes, I caught you whistling ‘doing the devil’s work’ yesterday, Clicky…*


With 4,776 miles between Dallas, Text US and the LoL, it would be impossible for me to wish Cade a happy birthday in person. Butt with the power of L-space, Clicky and I would like to wish him all the very best with some laughs, great music and good gifs…


*Ooh cake! …/beams…*

*Oh… /pouts…*

Have a great day, Cade… And have a Song… ❤

Music From ‘Merica: The Text Us Devil’s Tunes. Okie?

Cade hasn’t left for his walkabout yet, Dear Reader…

*What? No, don’t tell me… /sigh… I’m trying to write a post. Just cool your heels butting in, Clicky. Okay?*


*/squints… Well you do it then… /lights up… You write it. Don’t fuck up… /sits back and smokes…*



Cade tells Roob to check out the LoL

Cade delivers on promise


Cade Splains 1

Cade gives Roob stats

Cade and Roob say goodnight Surprise for Roob in the morning

Cade Splains 2

Roob gives Cade a Review

*Oi oi OI!!! What you doing?! …/Time out signal… Coloured snowflakes… NOW!!! …/waits and huffs…*


*/steps over… WTF Clicky?! …/stares…*


*You cannot go showing private conversations like that, Clicky… /shakes head… Especially not ones were I blow kisses…*


*/:O… Or make googly eyes at strangers on the internet… /facepalm… Thoughtful Man could totally get the wrong idea!. My friendship with Cade is platonic … *


*…Affectionately platonic, granted, butt platonic… /squints… Can you see how hearts and googly eyes and kisses could be misconstrued?*


*Exactly! …/sigh… I need a fag… /picks up pack… Honestly, Clicky… /flicks lighter… You’ll get me in trouble… /lights up and inhales… I’ll write a post with the rest of Cade’s music… /streams smoke… It’s lucky for you Thoughtful Man hardly comes by… /deep drag… Get a Song, please…*

*/snorts smoke… You are fucking incorrigible, Clicky! …rolls eyes…*



Now Don’t That Top All…

Music legend Fats Domino has died, Dear Reader. He was 89

*/rolls eyes… Yes, you can get fat from eating too much pizza, Clicky… and, yes, Fats Domino was a great musician, butt…*

*That is certainly phat, Clicky… /shakes head… Butt it’s still not Fats Domino… /sigh… Now go find me a video of him in action…*

*Yeah… /sniff… Thank you! At last…*

Fats Domino was one of the first rhythm and blues artists to gain popularity with a white audience and his music was most prolific in the 1950s.

Domino’s music has been credited as a key influence on artists during the 1960s and 70s. Elvis Presley introduced Fats at one of his Las Vegas concerts by saying “this gentleman was a huge influence on me when I started out”.

Paul McCartney reportedly wrote the Beatles song Lady Madonna in emulation of Domino’s style.

*Cool! You got him singing it…*


He was given his nickname by bandleader Bill Diamond for whom he was playing piano in honky-tonks as a teenager. He said the youngster’s technique reminded him of two other great piano players, Fats Waller and Fats Pichon.


This afternoon Red Frank over on MEROVEE posted me a scene from ‘Dr Strangelove’…


*Knot that bit, Clicky, butt… Gno Clear…*

In the mid-1940s, he joined trumpeter Dave Bartholomew’s band, and the two co-wrote Domino’s first hit The Fat Man. Suddenly, the New Orleans sound became popular nationwide.

Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Have A Tissue For Your Issue (Take 2)

If there’s any good to come of this tragedy it’s to understand that depression isn’t some kind of scarlet letter, it’s an inevitable result of what one scientist called “the greatest blind experiment in history,” the bombardment of our brains and bodies with every manner of stimulus and stress imaginable, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and then some.

No, not a description of the plot line in last night’s episode of Doctor Who (review with spoilers, hear). It was something I read in bed late last night, about a musician’s suicide. A suicide that occurred at about the same time of an attempted murder/suicide in Times Square (the murder part worked, the suicide aspect, not so much).


Below is a brand new missive from Cade. His 50th which is rather nice as I will be having my 50th birthday later this week. Of course, we’re all older than we think we are; we forget that we spent the first months of life in the dark…

sock mouths

*Okay, Clicky, thanks…*

Clicky suggests The Okie Devil tries using socks for his, erm…


whathaveyou… Please go have a read for yourself, Dear Reader, and see what you think…


I dunno bout anyone else, but I was up till around 3 AM or so this morning listening to the wind, rain and thunder, and watching the lightning. The rain on my window was so hard at times that it sounded as if it was hail a time or two, but it wasn’t…just fat raindrops en masse. It kinda sucks being alone on such nights when you ain’t got anything particularly interesting to think about while listening to nature do her thing.

So I eventually got up, got dressed, then went out front to see if I could see anything interesting within the storm/storm clouds, as there appeared to be plenty of lightning to provide the necessary lighting for watching the clouds roll. But alas, there is a streetlight directly across from the front porch, and it was raining hard enough to make the glare unbearable.

I stood on the porch long enough to feel the huff and puff of the hot and cold winds duking it out as my feet got wet from the rain pouring off of the roof…then I retreated back inside. I would be able to watch some of the storm from my window, were it not for the fact that whatshername has a 6 billion candlepower floodlight that she keeps burning 24/7 to keep intruders out of the backyard. Most people in this area just get an attack dog. Keeps the electricity bill down.

^White Bird- It’s A Beautiful Day -1968^

You prolly wondering about the part where…”you got up and got dressed?”

Yes...I sleep naked. Duh?

Why people sleep in clothes is beyond me.

Not that I don’t sometimes fall asleep while wearing some manner of clothing, and not that clothes in the cold winter months are not sometimes required as opposed to turning up the indoor heating. Dry nose in the morning from setting the heat too high at night is cause for some nightmarish headaches.

But yeah…if I make a conscious decision to climb into bed for sleep…the clothes come off. Too restricting, causes too much waking and requires too much adjustment during the night.

^The Zombies – Time Of The Season (1969) HQ^

What are you looking for?

^Donovan – Sunshine Superman (1966) HQ^

I noticed that Merovee had some crap about “The Summer of Love“…and the dude over at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round has had some interesting posts recently about years ending in “7” over the last 5 decades. So I guess my musical selections today are falling in line with that mode and modes of thinking. Also, I got to go to the library a little while ago and checked out some movies. One of which, is Close Encounters of the Third Kind…a movie made circa 1977, watched again via 2017 via 1967…which is the year I was born.

I saw Close Encounters at the theatre when I was a kid, and it scared the shit out of me. Spielberg is a fucking ASSHOLE for doing that shit with the music and the black screen at the start of the movie. I recall sitting in the theater, and sinking down into my seat as the strings-section of the orchestra starting doing that creepy noodling on their instruments along with the creepy chorale vocals, all while the screen remained black. Then…suddenly…from the orchestra…BOMP!!!! And the brightest light I had seen to date flashed up on the screen.

Thanks for the nightmares Steve & John.


I think the sequence that followed that intro, kinda saved the film for me. The sudden appearance of the TBM Avengers on screen grabbed my interest…and I was REALLY fucking interested in the “Flight 19” aspect of the source of these aircraft, since I had already read extensively about Flight 19 and The Bermuda Triangle by the time I saw Close Encounters. Yep…a 9 year old kid…already well read on “Mysteries of The Universe.”

^Ministry – Black Betty^

My parents later recounted the story often of watching me sink down into my seat out of the corner of their eyes at the start of the movie.

“He’s already so tiny, that those big theater seats just swallow him up when he sits down in one. And all I saw saw, was that big head with those big ears of his…slowly disappearing down into the seat.”


It funny the shit we remember.

Such as…seeing a number of people leave the theatre during the course of the film because they were so traumatized as to the imagery being show on-screen. But it’s the concepts behind the imagery that are so shocking, and not the imagery in and of itself.

My mother left the theater several times herself as I recall. But not me. Amongst the stories of the audience and its reaction(s) to the film, was the story of how many people left the theatre, only to return, only to leave again. But not Jr. He was glued to his seat through the entire movie. Didn’t leave once till we made him get up and go try and pee.

^Hold Your Head Up-Argent-1972-(Long Version)^

I saw Close Encounters before I saw Star Wars. I didn’t get to see Star Wars until it finally made its way to “the dollar theaters” about a year and a half after it came out. And while I love the Star Wars movies, I always preferred Star Trek and Close Encounters to Star Wars. Star Wars is too…real. Too real to be real. C-3PO, R2-D2, Darth Vader, and maybe Obi-Wan, are the only saving graces for me personally. They are all completely necessary, and yet completely expendable.

^Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Fanfare For The Common Man^

Imma go watch Bottle Shock real quick.


I’m sitting eating a pile of Freedom Fries and watching the movie Bottle Shock, when the front door opens behind me. I don’t turn to see who it is because I really don’t care, when I hear from behind me…

“She bought a banjo!”

The voice is from my oldest, and he is referring to his girlfriend as I turn to see her holding a banjo case that is about twice the size of her. I cannot help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of this “revelation” as it unfolds, and as it relates to some old Okie fart sitting eating French Fries while watching a movie about a competition between California and French wines in 1976, as his oldest son and his son’s girlfriend wander in to tell the tale of how they have somehow acquired a motherfucking banjo on the 20th day of the month of May in the year of 2017.


Don’t try and tell me that life ain’t fun.

^Dance With me Tonight^

I paused the movie and let the French Fries I was eating sit in the Olive Oil that I cooked them in, while I listened to the tale of how this banjo was acquired and why.

She sat the case down and took the banjo out, and it appears that she has never played a banjo before/cannot play a lick. I told her “it suits you” as it really did/does seem to fit her and her small frame well even tho it was very large on her and she was not actually playing it.

My son grabbed it and started playing some Metallica song on it, which caused me to laugh, and I suggested that they listen to some Flatt & Scruggs to maybe get some bearings on how to play the banjo. They said that they were listening to Flatt & Scruggs on the drive home from the music store. So…I suggested that they listen to Ricky Skaggs, who they had never heard of. I said there is not an instrument that he cannot play, nor is there an instrument that he cannot play well. Ricky Skaggs is kinda like “Bocephus without all of the Jim Beam.”

My son laughed, but he seemed to latch onto the concept I was trying to relate, as he likes Hank Williams Jr. and knows his music. His girlfriend wandered off into my son’s bedroom as my son sank into the reclining chair behind me, and he started noodling quietly on the banjo as I resumed my movie and fried nomenclature potato eating.

Son: This movie has Alan Rickman in it?
Cade: Yep. Alan Rickman, Chris Pine, Bill Pullman…
Son: HOLY SHIT!!! Is that the girl from Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back?!?!?!?
Cade: Eliza Dushku? Yep.
Son: Cool. I’ve never seen this movie.
Cade: It’s a good one.

The movie is in its final 30 minutes or so, and my son continues to noodle quietly on the banjo from the chair to my back, playing rock songs that I am familiar with. Each new song he tries makes me roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of playing this shit on a fucking banjo.

Suddenly…I hear a familiar “growling” riff of…DUH…DUH..DUH… ….DUH…DUH…DUN.DUH…of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” being strummed out on the banjo…and I say…

Cade: I’m about to take that fucking banjo away from you and hit you with it.

He laughs heartily, and stops playing that particular phrase.

^Ricky Skaggs – Country Boy – Live On The BBC’s Wogan Show 1986^

My son’s girlfriend might be 5 feet tall when standing on a stack a phone books, and prolly weighs about 80 pounds if her pockets are full of nickles. Seeing as how my oldest son is 6 feet 6 inches tall and somewhere around 250 pounds or so…they make quite the pair, even when they aren’t toting a banjo around with them.

^Doobie Brothers – Listen To The Music • TopPop^

Yep…it’s amazing what one sees and experiences during the course one’s life. Not that you missed anything, you prolly saw and experienced just about everything that you’ve seen and experienced. We just tend to not think about or dwell on “the old stuff” while piling on “the new stuff.” can and does get confusing sometimes. 

But we are built for that sort of thing, each and every one of us. None of this “best of the best” or “survival of the fittest” kinds of crap…we are each and everyone of us purpose built and specifically designed to handle just about anything and everything that this Universe can throw at us. I wonder if The Universe can handle everything we throw back?

^Vince Gill – Oklahoma Borderline (Crossroads Guitar Festival)^

I had forgotten how well Skaggs plays the mandolin. A very difficult instrument to play. Especially for someone like me who has short and bent fingers. I tried one once and was like “no fucking way I’m playing this thing.” I have enough trouble with the frets on a guitar.

^Ricky Skaggs with Travis Tritt – Sweet Little Georgia Rose^

Welp…I notice that the articles about a certain rock group member recently in the press are starting to pop up on the blogs here and there.

^Messer Chups – Magneto – The Open Stage Berlin^

I was talking with someone last night about portals and pathways and the money that creates them, and it got me to thinking about how we analyse things, when we choose to analyse the things that we are analyzing, and why. Small clues here and there that are very revealing as to what is going on within the sections and sectors of life, that others might dismiss as purely coincidental. Incidental even.

Things like…noticing when there are loads of old coins suddenly turning up in the money supply. Seeing as how much of money and most money transfers these days are digital, it seems to me that events like this would be even MORE pronounced when and if they happen. And I’m not talking only about people taking their jars of coins to the local Coinstar machine to turn those coins into cash. I’m talking about old coins that have been in collections somewhere, sitting and waiting for a payday that never came.

Old pennies, dimes, and quarters usually being the most noticeable in The USA because of the “Wheat Pennies” or dimes/quarters that are made out of silver, but the nickles tend to be the most overlooked and the most valuable. That said, if you have some old Silver Notes that just aren’t worth more than what you need currently, which is food or some other immediate need, and there is no market to buy these Silver Notes at even CLOSE to what they are actually worth, yeah…they’ll still spend at the cash-register so you can get what you need today.

Most people today prolly won’t even know what they are, and may even accuse them of being counterfeit since they are blue and not green. But what I guess I am wondering is “wherein is the value of money where there is none?” Meaning: What is tangible about something that you may or may not have?

^Reverend Horton Heat – Let Me Teach You How To Eat^

What about the tangibility of something that you may or may not have that you may need? Who are we, as a group, to decide what one needs or does not need?

Welp, keeping “the future” in mind is prolly going to win just about any argument that anyone can throw at the individual in this case. But what if that need is not needed in this future that you propose that someone is going to need something? Medical assistance with an issue that isn’t there?

Q: What if the entire medical system that exists today, is not there in the future to address this potential need?

A: ???Erm...Say What?!?!?!?

I was also talking with this same someone about whatshername and her job/trade, and how when whatshername worked at this Men’s Oncology Clinic, she was always talking about the rates and percentages of men who had biopsies on their Testes or Prostate that were Malignant compared to those that were Benign, and how high those percentages were.

Oh Really? Men seeking out help with a specific part of their anatomy regarding a specific issue at a certain clinic that specializes in identifying these issues has a high percentage of identifying the issues that they are looking for? You don’t say!

I gotta question how this relates to those that either A) do not seek medical assistance irrespective of the “why”, and B) cannot seek out medical assistance because they are unable, and C) those who don’t give a shit and just deal with whatever comes as best as they can.

Yeah…representation has prolly gone down the shitter when the unrepresented aren’t marching in the streets seeking representation they feel they deserve and/or are entitled to. And there are many. It seems this would make serving those who are vocal about their lack of representation MUCH easier for the representatives and their organizations. But I guess shit has gotten too confrontational within the representational arms of government and governing.

Too "we won, you lost, DEAL WITH IT!!!"
^Pass That Bottle – The Devil’s Daughters AZ Rockabilly^

I have no idea why the “suggested videos” that come up on YouTube, sometimes come up at all…but they do. And sometimes, it turns me onto some cool and/or interesting shit that I might not have heard otherwise. The following video…for example…it’s not that I think she has a bad voice, as so many of the comments from the video suggest, I just wonder if her voice fits the music from a “studio recording” point of view. I bet they sound bad-ass live. Some bands that sound great live sound like shit in the studio tho. Maybe these guys/gal is one of them.

^The Hellfreaks – Boogie Man (Official)^

Um…I keep a pile of snot rags next to my computer monitor, most are used/I re-use them since my nose runs so much. I just picked one up to wipe some errant tobaccy spit off of my mouth, when I realize that “hey…why are there several paper towels bunched up in this particular wad, and why is this particular wad of snot rags so fucking stiff?” Then…it hit me…



I’m sure that my spoo tastes delicious, but I have no interest in tasting it myself.


This is why I usually instantly throw my spoo rags into the toilet. But last night’s thunderstorm, and an unexpected urge to jerk-off at 02:30 in the morning this morning kinda…threw me off my game.

And yes, I use paper towels…and NOT toilet paper or kleenex.

You ever use toilet paper for a cut after shaving?

Yeah…same shit. Toilet paper turns into something akin to cardboard when getting wet after it dries.

Use toilet paper to clean up your remaining post-ejaculation oozing spoo? And suddenly, you have a chunk of papier-mâché glued to the end of your penis…and I don’t need a fucking piñata hanging off of my penis.

GROSS!!! I can’t believe I wiped my mouth with that.

Gotta go eat some of my homemade spaghetti real quick.

^Harry Nilsson ~ Jump Into The Fire ~ Nilsson Schmilsson^

One more reason not to kiss me I guess.


Not that you require more than one reason.

^Close Encounters of the Third Kind Soundtrack-01 Opening-Let There be Light^
^No Sugar Tonight The Guess Who 1970^

It’s progressed on through the day, and it kinda feels like we might be in for more rain/storms outside, but it sure doesn’t look that way. Not enough vertical movement in the clouds/not enough convective activity. I guess I won’t be jerking off tonight.


Tinker with nutty and dangerous things, things have at least the potential to be unpredictable. I’m gonna attempt to leave the “tit for tat” types of thinking out here, because I don’t like the “tit for tat” equation. Primarily because, it contains no equal sign. Not that I believe in balance. But that particular equation implies a balance that isn’t there. As if to say, this equation is already balanced, when the implication is anything but balance nor imbalance.

"HEY! I'll trade you this rock for some new updated computers!!!"
^Strawberry Alarm Clock – Incense & Peppermints 1967^

“Established decontamination procedures were followed…” according to a new CNN article.

Not that I typically read “the news”…and actually…I never read “the news” anymore. But some chit chat here and there about some recent developments regarding “one of my pet projects” has caught my interest. But we can only guess can’t we. I mean, we know how shit works when shit is working like we want it to…and we can guess what to do in the event(s) that shit is NOT working like we want it to, but that doesn’t leave much room for things to develop does it?

I’m not suggesting that we want to let some toxic ooze drool it’s way into our water supply. But isn’t that an eventuality? Just because “it won’t happen on our watch” doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. By all accounts, it can and WILL happen. That is…unless some nutjob who has no business thinking about such things can come up with a solution to some of these problems that are boiling here and there.

Whoever that is…they are out there somewhere.

I wonder who it will be?

I wonder who they are?

I wonder where they are?

I wonder when they are?
Prolly around here somewhere.
^LEMON PIPERS – Green Tambourine (1967)^


^The Flames Green Tambourine^


where to sit in an empty cinema

*I remember exactly the day mum took Juju and I to see Close Encounters, Clicky… It was at the Elephant & Castle Odeon and it was a very warm Saturday afternoon. The streets on the journey there and at the cinema itself were deserted because there was a footie match on the telly… /thinks… What was at Number One then…?*

*/rolls eyes… Figures…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉