‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’
*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*
David, judging by this tweet and you replies to people below it, you have no concept whatsoever of how democracy actually works or even any idea of what Brexit means.
All of this and you being Vice Chair of the police federation is actually frightening.
— Count Dankula🏴 (@CountDankulaTV) July 10, 2018
*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…*
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Pubs stink of sweat an’ piss now? No shit, Sherlock… /flicks lighter… Haha! Similar fing occurred ‘ere this week. Turns out the mess was down to Fing 1… /lights up… Luckily Loops fessed; I was about to blame Fing 2… /drags… Well, ya would wooden ya…*
*Neo or Leo, red or blue? A bit limiting, Clicky… /deep drag… Course, I’d take both… /blows smoke ring… Butt that’s me… /taps teeth… Still, can be messy… /puffs… Very messy…*
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If you want to be a good typist… … …wait… … …scratch that, and let’s start over.
If you want to be a really fucking good at typing on a computer keyboard, you are going to have to be a great computer keyboard navigator. You’re gonna have to get over certain preconceptions…
like looking at the keyboard as you type...
being fast…being accurate. I mean, when we type…
we wanna be understood...right?
We’ve got something we want to say/express, and we wanna say/express that. Don’t matta howz we sez it, we jus wanna sex it. I mean, sez it. So yeah…don’t matta howz we sez it, we just wanna sez it…yeah?
I’m gonna suggest that the “home” and “end” and “arrow” keys are prolly the most important keys to get familiar with learning to use when typing on the computer keyboard. The home and end keys can get you somewhere precise very quickly, and the arrow keys can take over from there. This keeps that hand of yours off the motherfucking mouse, which will in turn speed up your typing dramatically.
Once you get good at reaching over and tapping the home/end keys without looking, you’ll realize that you can just as easily slide you hand just a bit and get to using those arrow keys. Once you can do both of those, you’ll start to wonder what in the FUCK you’ve been thinking all these years by using the mouse instead of the home/end/arrow keys to get your cursor where it needs to be.
Pro Tip: You ARE going to make mistakes. Bunches of them. It’s just part of it.
Let’s go back to that “Kenosis” Wikipedia page tho. There’s something that kinda caught my eye on that page. Either something that has been added, or something that has been removed. So I’m gonna check the revisions page…
and yep...
that page has been edited 48 time since January of 2013. January 2013 is around about the same time that this “Kenosis” word somehow mysteriously crept into my head, I’ve visited that particular page quite a few times in the last 5+ years, and yeah…it appears there’s some modern modalities, arguments and perhaps even controversies that continue to intrude on this ancient concept. Must be some interpretive types of discussion going on behind the screens…I mean…scenes.
‘October 25, 2017 – Correct inappropriate link to emptiness as boredom, social alienation. Kenosis is the process of emptying one’s self.’
Wait…WHAT?!?!? Neither “boredom” nor “social alienation” are to be associated with “emptying one’s self” and/or “being empty”?!?!?!?
Ya know, one of the first ever illustrations of Lucifer that I ever saw was in a Bible that was given to me as a kid, and it showed this angel leaning up against a building in Heaven with his head bowed and picking at his fingernails. It was obvious that the artist who drew this pic was trying to convey that Lucifer was bored asfuck.
Lost.
Dejected.
Rejected.
Conflicted.
I mean, have these people editing Wikipedia actually taken the time to consider what “the will of God” may be with respect to time as it applies to you as an individual? What happens if you empty yourself out, but you do such a great fucking job that you are WAY ahead of schedule? Or something has changed? What if you are a hoarder by nature and this “emptying” process takes a lot longer than expected?
Yeah…I think someone at Wikipedia might need to give some thoughts to the “verb” parts of “verbiage” in this context. I mean, you can even be busy as shit, and bored as fuck. Maybe so fucking bored that you nitpick the living shit out of anything and everything, up to, and including, the smallest of additions that may in fact have major impacts on how one thinks based on what is available to them, and when.
^FRONT 242 – Quite Unusual^
So let’s get away from these more abstract notions about emptying, and get onto some solid shit that is more directly related to MRSREGN. Let’s connect some dots.
Whenever you take something into your piehole, masticate it into sweet, sweet oblivion, and then swallow it, that and those process(es) are likely to start spinning up a lot of digestive processes within your being. I say “being” and not “body” because there is much more to eating than just and only “nutrition” as science seems to look at it. I mean, you wouldn’t be eating it unless it tasted good…
right?
It prolly smelled good, looked good, may have even felt good…from preparing it, to dishing it out, to portioning it, to shoving it into your fat face…yeah…prolly felt good. So lots of processes going on there that you might not be thinking about, because it ain’t just/only about calories and carb content(s), and sugar amounts, and whether or not your gut is gonna hang over your new Speedo when you take them out for a spin at the beach next month.
So as you inhale that guilt burger and fries, your asshole prolly already starts getting messages that a delivery is en route and should be there within the next 12-48 hours. Unless the burger has botulism...in which case…a partial delivery can be expected in 2-4 hours depending on how much goes back out the way it came in.
Digress.
Growth is growth. Doesn’t matter whether it’s packing on muscle, or ditching fat, or even both…you are either adding to the negative column(s) or subtracting from the additive column(s).
So yeah...growth.
^David Holmes – Gone (PFM remix)^
So…when we mix red with green, and red with purple, and green with purple, the above is what results. There are 21 distinctive iterations in each individual color change. So yeah, from base color to base color on each end, there are 19 colors between the two bases.
Actually, there are a lot more than that, but the tool that I used only gave me 19 changes between the two base colors.
But lets get it back to more like the more triangular connective image that I made above.
We gots us red in one area, green in another, and purple in yet another…all packed into a single space, and yet still packed in to single spaces. Makes for some odd concepts to think about…eh?
Welp, not really. I mean, you’d prolly not be very hard pressed to find an image of a person being scanned with an infrared scanned that shows body heat and/or temperature differentials, and those are not going to be much different than viewing x-ray images or catscans, or an MRI scan of some kind…
it's all about focus, focusing and what you are focused on.
Do you wanna know where you are going? Do you wanna know where you should go? Do you wanna know how you are gonna get there? I can prolly help with some of that. I may even be able to help with all of that. Shits gonna get funky tho. Just sayin’. Maybe not tho.
/me shrugs
^public enemy – hazy shade of criminal – Greatest Misses^
If you need to take a shit, you should prolly focus on the successful completion of that process. Dump it, wipe it, flush it. Of course, you MIGHT wanna make sure you can facilitate the successful completion of that middle part, once you’ve actually located an adequate location to dump your yesterday’s burger and fries.
Always a good idea to check.
But yeah, if ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Don’t pucker and clinch and hold it. I mean, your body has already done all the work for you…ain’t you got a few minutes to help a brother or sister out? OH!!! And don’t forget to wash. You’re filthy. We don’t want your filth.
Q: I wonder where that botulism you’re injecting in your face or whatever came from?
A: !!!
Prolly originated in a pig’s ass. Or unicorn tears. Maybe both. Meh…it’s your body…do whatever in the fuck you want with it. I’d prolly still kiss you.
^Zero – Smashing Pumpkins^
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*Me too! …/stubs butt… Say, go fetch Cade’s Song for us petal… /pats snout… There’s a good dolphin…*
Well then, Dear Reader, that’s Excretion in the bag. Two more aspects of MRSREGN to go under these micros’ scope. Until tomorrow… Have a Song 😀
*Wha? Whaddaya mean I fucked that up? Who the fuck are you, and what in the fuck do you know about what is or is not, fucked up? /me snorts*
Err…I mean, Greetings Dear Reader. I am still Mr. Slimey and I’m still filling in for RooBeeDoo and her Dolphin assistant Clicky, both of whom may in fact be vacationing somewhere in España. I’ve currently no proof to substantiate this claim, but maybe they’ll provide photographic and/or some other evidence upon their safe return.
*Ya know, at a cursory glance, she appears to be both bipedal and reasonably agile/mobile. Why exactly she’s crawling around on all fours is…mysterious…*
It appears that there is indeed a need for this 3rd part, but let’s let the lady take over at this point, and she can steer us in the direction of wherever it is we need be.
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*I dunno, Clicky… /flicks lighter… I had started writing a post on the John Lamb Lash video talks… /shakes lighter… New format… /flicks lighter… He’s got a Limey companion now, called Ginny… /shakes lighter again… I’m enjoying the Anglo-Yank combo… /flicks lighter… Reminds of a sumfin’… /gives up and rummages through handbag…*
Not sure what Part 3, Cade thinks we need, Dear Reader…
* /rolls eyes… Oh okay, Clicky… /finds working light… *
This here is a post I started writing this afternoon, before Cade sent back the top and tailing for the Inchoate Egg story posts published earlier: Part 1 and Part 2. It’s called…
“expounder of sacred mysteries,” 1670s, from Late Latin hierophantes, from Greek hierophantes“one who teaches the rites of sacrifice and worship,” literally “one who shows sacred things,” from hieros “sacred,” from PIE root *eis-, forming words denoting passion (see ire) + phainein“to reveal, bring to light” (from PIE root *bha- (1) “to shine”). In modern use, “expounder of esoteric doctrines,” from 1822.
This morning my good friend Shiny posted me a story link on MEROVEE, over in the Reduniverse, Dear Reader…
*A born to be wild thing, caught smoking… /lights up… And scientists are baffled, Clicky? …/scans text… Ah, Nag Role sumfin’ or another… /deep drag… In DIA… /streams smoke…*
‘“I believe the elephant may have been trying to ingest wood charcoal,” said Dr Varun Goswami, WCS India scientist and elephant biologist.
‘“She appeared to be picking up pieces from the forest floor, blowing away the ash that came along with it, and consuming the rest.”’
And the reason the scientists think she’s taking up smoking, Dear Reader?
‘The charred lumps of wood can also serve as alaxative to the pachyderms who are able to consume it in the wild after forest fires and lightning strikes.’
*/grins… And Shiny posted it in the Red ‘Excretion’ universe of MRSREGN? Priceless… /puffs merrily…*
“divination by smoke,” c. 1600, with -mancy“divination by means of” + Latinized form of Greek kapnos “smoke,” which is of uncertain origin, perhaps a non-Indo-European substrate word that also produced Lithuanian kvapas “breath, smell,”kvepiu, kvėpti “to gasp, breathe,” Latvian kvept“to smoke, smell,” and perhaps Latin vapor.
That’s as far as I got, Dear Reader. It is a “very great fact”, as John Lamb Lash might say, that elephants never forget…
Reich-ous Hitler lost his War, Dear Reader. So if Lashy is correct in his telling of the Sophia Correction narrative, it rather begs the question:
Q: If Adolf had the whole fucking planet on his side, how in the hell did he lose?
Nah! It’s not like tobacco is associated with a goddess or sumfin’…
‘And at the spot where they had burned First Mother’s bones, there grew another plant, broad-leafed and fragrant. It was First Mother’s breath, and they heard her spirit talking: “Burn this up and smoke it. It is sacred. It will clear your minds, help your prayers, and gladden your hearts.”
‘And First Mother’s husband called the first plant Skarmunal, corn, and the second plant utarmur-wayeh, tobacco.
‘“Remember,” he told the people, “and take good care of First Mother’s flesh, because it is her goodness become substance. Take good of her breath, because it is her love turned into smoke. Remember her and think of her whenever you eat, whenever you smoke this sacred plant, because she has given her life so that you might live. Yet she is not dead, she lives: in undying love she renews herself again and again.”’
Two things happened this week. One with little mainstream media coverage…
*/final drag…*
… And one saturated…
"We're Going To Start A Revolution": 500,000 People Storm Washington To Protest Guns | Zero Hedge https://t.co/YLKsrFKYWI
Earlier on today I finished a shamble that ended somewhere different to where I imagined it would when I first started constructing it. Namely, this week’s fall in the Dow and Shake Sphere’s Marc Anthony quote…
“Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the Dogs Of War.”
Julius Caesar: Act 3, Scene 1, line 273
… And I’d seen reference to Julius Caesar just the day before…
*Caesar… seizure… seize her… Faint heart never won fair lady, Clicky… /winks and lights up…*
early 15c., from the expression cry havoc “give the signal to pillage” (Anglo-French crier havok, late 14c.). Havok, the signal to soldiers to seize plunder, is from Old French havot “pillaging, looting” (in crier havot), which is related to haver “to seize, grasp,” hef “hook,” probably from a Germanic source (see hawk (n.)), or from Latin habere “to have, possess.” General sense of “devastation” first recorded late 15c.
c. 1300, hauk, earlier havek (c. 1200), from Old English hafoc (West Saxon), heafuc (Mercian), heafoc, “hawk,” from Proto-Germanic *habukaz (source also of Old Norse haukr, Old Saxon habuc, Middle Dutch havik, Old High German habuh, German Habicht“hawk”), from PIE root *kap-“to grasp” (source also of Russian kobec“a kind of falcon”). Transferred sense of “militarist” attested from 1956, probably based on its opposite, dove.
*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*
*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*
early 15c., from Latin memorandum“(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus“worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare“to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.
…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…
*Frank? Witch one? RedandBlue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*
‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.
‘U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.
‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeraldisguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’
Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…
Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…
*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*
*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*
*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*
I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.
Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^
Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…
(lolz...bit below...lolz)
Male coin spiders only have sex once. After mating, they chew off their own genitals.
With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.
^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^
I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.
No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh?
We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?
^Clio – Faces (1985)^
I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species – is causing changes or damage in other species.
YA THINK?!?!?!?
You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!
Killed it in cold blood!!!
I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.
^Fugazi-Waiting room^
Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.
Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.
Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.
Are they in captivity?
Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.
Seems to be more going on there.
Are we being good observers? More than that…
Are we being good participants?
I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.
Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?
I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.
Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.
I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.
^the flowers – after dark^
Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.
@SantaBarbaraCC I'm looking for my grandparents, James and Alice Mitchell. Their residence was at 319 Hot Springs Rd and the home was destroyed. I'm hoping someone out there has seen them in the evacuation shelters and can give us some info. #CAStorm#Montecito#MontecitoFloodpic.twitter.com/lSzRP2MAE3
I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.
Um...isn't this kinda dangerous?
Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.
Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?
A: How do you know?
What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).
^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^
We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.
But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’Sa concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.
If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.
/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^
Life treating you OK today?
Good.
Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.
Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.
^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^
Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.
EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?
Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not justand only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.
Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^
I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.
So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?
rofl
Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.
If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.
Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.
But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides
...right?
Or have we already forgotten some context?
^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^
Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.
As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.
The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.
Nothing.
Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.
^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^
Wanna take a ride?
^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.
Hence, chance is on your side.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.
Hence, chance is not on your side.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.
❤
^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^
When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.
How ironic...eh?
Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐
^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…
Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.
Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.
Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.
Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?
Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?
Really?
What did you have for contrast?
Just and only…say…a clock?
Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?
Were you on/in an airplane?
Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?
Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?
Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?
^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^
I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.
^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^
*That’s from… um… /shakes lighter… National Treasure! Thoughtful Man and I really enjoyed that movie, Clicky… /lights up*
John Lamb Lash posted another talk yesterday, Dear Reader, in which he disclosed more about the terma he received from Gaia Sophia on 08.08.08, and specifically the ‘killing spell’ he intends to cast later this month. For instance, when, where, why, butt knot for whom…
*Knot yet anyway… /drags… I’m feeling a bit dubious about this, Clicky… /streams smoke… He calls it the ‘Charlotte Working’…*
‘fem. proper name, from the French fem. of Charlot, a diminutive of Charles. Meaning “apple marmalade covered with bread-crumbs” is attested from 1796, presumably from French (where, however, the dessert name is attested only from 1804), possibly from the fem. proper name, but the connection is obscure. Perhaps from some French dialect word. Compare Middle English charlette(mid-14c.) “dish containing meat, eggs, milk, etc.,” said to be probably from Old French char laité “meat with milk.”
‘The city in North Carolina, U.S., was settled c. 1750 and named for Princess Charlotte Sophia (1744-1818), who married George III of England in 1761; Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, also was named for her (1763).’
*Oh, that’s right! Helen Mirren played her on the silver screen… /drags… I knew she grew up local like, Clicky, I didn’t know she was born in Queen Charlotte hospital, though… /blows smoke ring…*
*Whoa! She plays ‘The Mother’ in the sequel! I forgot about that… Dr Emily Appleton… /smokes and thinks… Ap-parently, for the killing spell there’ll be an app, a-cording to Lashy…*
*Figure out the importance of the ship-shape pipe… /taps ASH… press the button… Voila…*
type of soft white clay, 1784; from 1789 as “tobacco pipe with a bowl made of meerschaum clay,” from German Meerschaum, literally “sea-foam,” so called from its frothy appearance; from Old High German mari“sea” (see mere (n.)) + scum“scum” (see skim (v.)). A loan-translation of Latin spuma maris, itself said to be a loan translation of Greek halos akhne, from Persian kaf-i-darya.
*Quite! … /final drag… I wonder who’ll it’ll it be, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
I’m keeping this post short, Dear Reader, as I’ve got lots to do tonight to get ready for work tomorrow. No doubt there’ll be another talk before 16th January, the date Lashy casts the spell. Enjoy your Sunday evening and… Have a Song ❤
Sew there you go – last night’s synchromystic fugue through the medium of selfies. Not sure about Lashy’s killing spell, butt… I guess we’ll find out… In the meantime, c/o Cade’s birthday post for his daughter… 18 today 😀
So I was fucking about on the internet yesterday evening, playing games, listening to music and chatting with friends when I noticed that John Lamb Lash had posted another of his Mythophrenia in Action talks…
*/shakes lighter… Clicky… /flicks lighter… you’re gonna have make my Yew-Tube history screenshot bigger… /lights up…*
It’s primary topic is the Diamond Sow and those that eschew pigs and pork…
Right at the start, just before hitting the 2 minute mark, Lashy gives an example of a totem animal that could be considered taboo to eat by a tribal shaman…
‘She wears the five-skull crown, a necklace of skulls, and she drinks blood from a skull-cup. The act of blood-drinking performed by the Tantric tutelary goddesses cannot be confounded with the vampiric blood-drinking ritual of the Xenosh — perpetrated literally in JRM and celebrated symbolically in the Catholic Mass.
‘In the imagery of Gaian Tantra, drinking blood from a skull-cup refers to the action of chemical osmosis across the blood-brain barrier, which is the condition for absorption of dakini elixirs, or wisdom elixirs: instruction that runs on neurochemical pathways.
‘Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.
*/looks at fingers… Mine ain’t that bad, Clicky… /stubs butt… The amber stain… /throaty chuckle…*
*That’s an idea! Perhaps women should try doing that in Sweden, Clicky …/lights up…*
Excretion. Ex-skreet. X-Crete.
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