*/flicks lighter…*
*/lights up…*
*/drags…*
*/streams smoke…*
*/coughs…*
*/spits…*
*/smokes…*
*/taps ash…*
*/stubs butt…*
*/flicks lighter…*
*/lights up…*
*/drags…*
*/streams smoke…*
*/coughs…*
*/spits…*
*/smokes…*
*/taps ash…*
*/stubs butt…*
*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout… That post featured a Brexit-hear… /makes rollie…*
‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’
*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags… fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*

*Gove triggered? …/smokes… MPs shouting ’til they’re hoarse…*
*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*
In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.
In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”
*Mrs Reign, eh? …/chortles…*

*Poor Frank! Tremayne-dos fella… /sparks light… Oh no, Poor Us! Everything we’ve posted there over the past six years, cruelly snatched away… /lights up… I gotta say, that’s a fucking weird image for WordPress to backdrop their message with, Clicky… /drags… Cheering crowds? …/streams smoke… Arms raised…*
*If you take the yellow out of green, you’re left with blue… /flicks ash… An’ if you take the red out of purple, you’re left with blue…*
*Didn’t Brazil recently elect their own ‘Orange Man’, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Witch means if you take the red/excretion/piss out of ‘Trump’, you get yellow…*
*/lights up… ‘Kyle’ means ‘narrows’, Clicky… /drags… I did knot gno that… /fills lungs with smoke… or that it’s a city in Texas… /streams smoke…*
*Her? …./flicks ash… Ugh! Hideous! Gno wonder the Yanks elected a complete Tool…*
*Thanks, Clicky… /drags… but that’s really not necess-…*
*-ary… /blooms smoke… Ooh that’s what I doo when I get home from work…*





*/drags… That’s an interesting point he makes about Frankie’s phone, Clicky… /blows smoke rings… It contained all the dirt on what the Trump surrogate wanted hidden…*

*Whereas the Trump surrogate’s phone…*

*…Was left lying next to the sync…*

*… And got covered IN dirt…*

*Good fing… /final drag… I don’t know any Frankies, Clicky… /winks… Or Kevins… /breathes out smoke…*

*The Remnants from ‘The Ghost Monument’? …/stubs butt… Now you come to mention it, Clicky, they are a bit Archon-like in appearance…*
*Oh nice ‘Previously at the LoL…’, Clicky… /pats snout… Art magic and an anchoring cigar…*
*/lights up… Kudos to Leggy for managing to get the book out on time… /drags… Elongated art, eh?*

*/streams smoke… An’ thinking about it, Clicky, ‘Arry Egg’s in my second story… /flicks ash… And can I just say, the choice of biscuit… /drags… took the fuckin’ biscuit…*

*Nifty… /blows smoke ring…*

*PPE… /drags… Purple. People… /winks... Eponymous…*

*Oh alright… /snorts smoke… She ate the biscuit at the end of the episode. Picky…*

*/drags deeply… Leggy never mentioned the Third Doctor employed Venusian Aikido, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Butt then he calls the furred one a popinjay… /rolls eyes…*

*That was pure Loopiness, Clicky… /flicks ash… Pitch perfect screaming…*

*/final drag...*

*/stubs butt…*

*Me too, Clicky… /pats snout… Me too…*
Earth (v.)
“to commit (a corpse) to earth,” late 14c., from earth (n.). Related: Earthed; earthing.

*Pass us me fags, Clicky. Ta… /lights up… This could be a shambles an’ half…*

*/drags… Bin nuffin butt sunshine recently in Frank’s posts in the Red universe, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*


*/drags… You gno, this ‘ol premise reminds me of sumfin, Clicky… /streams smoke…*
*I say, interesting choice of first alien baddie for her toof ace, Clicky… /plays with lighter…*
‘Ryan’s view count is nineteen, which is a CLEAR AND UNAMBIGUOUS reference to Paul Hardcastle’s iconic song about the Vietnam War, indicating a likely story arc for Series 12. And his subscriber count is sitting pretty at thirty-seven, which is not a random number and certainly NOT A COINCIDENCE. Thirty-seven, you will recall, is the age of Dennis the political peasant in Monty Python and the Holy Grail – a film that introduced us to the delightful Tim the Enchanter. You see? There was a whopping great clue about the identity of this episode’s villain smack bang in the middle of the opening scene, and not ONE of you noticed. Not one. I’m not angry, folks, I’m just disappointed.’
*/flicks ash… an’ furty seven’s also the atomic number of Roob Idiom… /puffs…*
*Kaiser? …/taps teeth… Yeah, I’ve heard that name a lot in the news recently… /drags…*
*Onna Crane! …/blows smoke ring… Well done, Clicky! She remembers she gnos who she is on a crane… /pats snout…*
* ‘Opefully tomorrah, Clicky… /final drag… and UAVI to be published to more ah as well…*
*I saw that last night, posted in the Blue Frank’s universe…/snorts smoke… Another smoker falls to their death ‘cos of nasty Not-see policy… /bows head…*

* /stubs butt… Mount Lebanon, PA…*
*And that’s only from yesterday, Clicky… /lights up… So much good stuff… /drags…*
*Mmm, hot chocolate… /blows smoke ring… That’s a bleedin’ good movie, Clicky… /flicks Ash… They all are…*

*PANoptica, PAMoptica? …/draws in smoke… TiTANic TITania?*

*Heh. Well, we’re certainly going the long way round, Clicky… /rolls eyes… that’s foreshore…*


*Yeah, Josephine takes over her husband’s cafe and revamps it at the end of Chocolat… /drags... Calls it ‘Armande’… /plumes smoke… after Judi Dench’s character…*
*Pivotal… /final drag… Hey, I listened to Lashy’s latest talk, Clicky… /streams smoke… and he don’t seem that interested in decoding the Mandela Effect anymore… /stubs butt… Gotta say, I fink that’s a mist ache…*
‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’

*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*

*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*

*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…*
‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in España in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.
‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?
‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.
‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’

*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*

*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*

*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*




*Yeah, perfect for him… /beams…*

*Alright smart arse… Ready to finish with some music?*
*Oh I watched that film last night, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… First time. I can see why it’s considered a cult classic…*
‘The English phrase rule of thumb refers to a principle with broad application that is not intended to be strictly accurate or reliable for every situation. It refers to an easily learned and easily applied procedure or standard, based on practical experience rather than theory. This usage of the phrase can be traced back to the seventeenth century.’
*LOL, Clicky… /flicks lighter… Love me a bit of Lol in a LoL post… /lights up…
‘Data from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory shows reported fireball events for which geographic locations are provided. Each event’s calculated total impact energy is indicated by its relative size and by color. The record shows a meteor traveling at 24.4 kilometers per second (54,000 mph) at 76.9 degrees north latitude, 69.0 degrees west longitude, on July 25 at 11:55 p.m, slammed into the atmosphere directly over Thule, Greenland.’
‘According to the Military Times, the meteor “struck…miles from a key U.S. early warning air base,” which is home to the 12th Space Warning Squadron based at Thule, that operates and maintains the Air Base in support of missile warning, space surveillance, and satellite command-and-control operations missions. Thule is located 1,207 km (750 miles) north of the Arctic Circle and 1,524 km (947 miles) from the North Pole on the northwest side of the island of Greenland.’
*Yeah, not only am I currently reading Lashy’s book during smoke breaks, Clicky… /drags… but on the 25th July, during the drought of ’76, a very famous image was taken… /flicks ash…*



*/drags… ‘Cos it’s the weekend innit, Clicky? …/streams smoke… “Mum’s time” as the boyz call it, when I can live in whatever fuckin’ time zone I bloody well like…*

Thule
‘region or island at northernmost part of the world, Old English, from Latin, from Greek Thyle “land six days’ sail north of Britain” (Strabo, quoting a lost portion of a work by Polybius, itself based on a lost account of a voyage to the north by 4c. B.C.E. geographer Pytheas). The identity of the place and the source of the name have sparked much speculation; Polybius doubted the whole thing, and since Roman times the name has been used in a transferred sense of “extreme limits of travel” (Ultima Thule).
‘The barbarians showed us where the sun set. For it happened in those places that the night was extremely short, lasting only two or three hours; and the sun sunk under the horizon, after a short interval reappeared at his rising. [Pytheas]’
‘The name was given to a trading post in Greenland in 1910, site of a U.S. air base in World War II.’
‘According to Hitler biographer Ian Kershaw, the organization’s “membership list … reads like a Who’s Who of early Nazi sympathizers and leading figures in Munich”, including Rudolf Hess, Alfred Rosenberg, Hans Frank, Julius Lehmann, Gottfried Feder, Dietrich Eckart, and Karl Harrer.
‘However, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke contends that Hans Frank and Rudolf Hess had been Thule members, but other leading Nazis had only been invited to speak at Thule meetings or they were entirely unconnected with it. According to Johannes Hering, “There is no evidence that Hitler ever attended the Thule Society.”‘

*/drags.. Ease a clever fuck, Clicky… /holds smoke… ‘Rhum’ is a much better pun… /blows smoke rings… Must be ‘cos ease a pilot an’ can navigate… /flicks ash… Wouldn’t have occurred to me… /drags… *

*/snorts smoke… Yeah I saw that ‘rumba’ was ‘perhaps originally “the course of a ship,”‘ …/pats snout… Well spotted, Clicky… /final drag…*

*/stubs butt… Blimey! Heraclitus sounds a bit like Lashy in his self-taught, independent approach to feel O Sophie…*
*Amazing sync… /grins… Ta fink, Sew-fire is our planet…*
peal (n.)
‘mid-14c., “a ringing of a bell” especially as a call to church service, generally considered a shortened form of appeal (n.), with the notion of a bell that “summons” people to church (compare similar evolution in peach (v.)). Extended sense of “loud ringing of bells” is first recorded 1510s.’
*/lights up… Weren’t Diana a Roman Moon Goddess, Clicky? …/drags… An’ ‘unting… /plumes smoke…*


*/grins... I see what you did there, Clicky… /drags…*

talisman (n.)
1630s, “magical figure cut or engraved under certain observances,” from French talisman, in part via Arabic tilsam (plural tilsaman), from Byzantine Greek telesma “talisman, religious rite, payment,” earlier “consecration, ceremony,” originally in ancient Greek “completion,” from telein “perform (religious rites), pay (tax), fulfill,” from telos “end, fulfillment, completion” (see telos). The Arabic word also was borrowed into Turkish, Persian, Hindi. Related: Talismanic; talismanical.



*Another beltin’ discovery, Clicky… /taps ash… by scientists re-examining the evidence they already ‘ad…*




*/final drag… Lucy-us… /stubs butt… Ooh, I wonder if Cade fancies watching that movie tonight…*
The complete scenario can be summarized in nine episodes:
1. A singularity, the potential for a unique divine experiment, emerges in the galactic center (Pleroma);
2. Two divinities (Aeons) in the galactic core, Sophia and Thelete, configure the singularity into the Anthropos, i.e., they encode template of the human species;
3. The divinities of the cosmic center collectively project the Anthropos into the galactic limbs where it can emerge and evolve experimentally in many worlds;
4. Fascinated by the possibilities of the human experiment, and compelled by a desire to be involved in it, the Aeon Sophia plunges from the galactic center;
5. Sophia’s solitary and anomalous act (“the fall of the wisdom goddess”) sets off a bizarre side-effect on elementary matter in the galactic limbs, producing the Archons, an inorganic species with a hive mentality that proceeds to construct a planetary system under the direction of a reptilian overlord, Ialdabaoth;
6. As the densification of Sophia’s energies assumes a globular, planet-like form, eventually to become the earth, a newborn sun (the Mother Star) emerges from a nebular cloud in the spiral arms and churns the chaos of the proto-planetary disk into a system of centralized orbits. The terrestrial globe becomes captured in this system of celestial mechanics. The Mother Star affects a “structural coupling” with the unique planet arising from Sophia’s metamorphosis of Sophia, so that the two bodies, sun and earth, will be symbiotic;
7. Sophia, originally a mass-free current of living luminosity, gradually solidifies into the earth, morphing into the elements of terrestrial habitat. In a final definitive condensation of Sophia’s energies, the terrestrial globe secretes the moon like a massive pearl, thus completing the three-body system, earth-sun-moon with special properties distinct from the rest of the solar system;
8. Observing that Sophia cannot manage the prodigious explosion of biological diversity she produces, the divinities of the galactic center send the Aeon Christos to configure and coordinate the instinctual life-plans of her progeny. This is the Christic intercession;
9. With the full metamorphosis of Sophia into Gaia, the living earth, humanity emerges as a unique part of her experiment but without knowing how it is so. Thus, the “mistake” of overriding cosmic boundaries leaves Sophia in a dilemma regarding how to achieve her “correction,” that is, the coordination or harmonization of her experiment in the galactic limbs with its origin in the galactic center.’
*Yeah, you’re probably right, Clicky…*