Missive From ‘Merica: Stuck On A Title. O RLY? Maybe…

Hello, Dear Reader 😀

Today we have a brand new missive from Okie Text US Devil for you…

*Hey, Clicky… /lights up… I see you’re keeping the Halloween theme going? …/drags…*

*/plumes smoke… Okay, that’s fine but we’ve got a new missive from Cade to format now, so…* 

*Exactly…*

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You are dumb…and I can prove it.

Wait…no…that’s not right. I fucked up…lemme start over.

You are dumb…and you can prove it.

NOW you are dumb and I can prove it.

Thanks for the assistance.

Ta!
^TV On The Radio – Golden Age (Official Video)^
Hrm...

Interesting to think about the reach one may have beyond their cage(s). Who…or…what, provides the means, which allows the animals to become unrestrained.

Or, less restrained.

And no, I’m not gonna explain what I mean.

Not now anyway.

^Replicants – Destination Unknown (Music Video)^

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How’s that look?

OK?

Able to follow?

OK then. Excellent.

Let’s keep going, eh?

^bine☃ – FUELED BY RAINWATER^

The tools that become available due to certain circumstances arising. A cascade of cause and effect type events which are channeled into a particular eventuality.

EX A: If you are a cop/police officer/peace officer/whatever, and you get a citation or award of some kind, you can likely utilize/leverage that citation or award to your benefit for the remainder of your law enforcement career. A tool. A tool, for opening doors, previously closed to you.

EX B: If you are an employee of a company, and you work your way up the ladder, you can likely leverage both your ascendant tendencies and your position(s) in the hierarchy to better open doors previously closed to you. Never sick, great attendance, always on time, will choose work over family or social life, always trying to better yourself for the benefit of the company, not afraid of making enemies, indifferent to the woes of others, don’t care what others think of you…you’re going places and you know it because you’re proactively working to make things happen.

The metrics in that tweet above…only one of those books are familiar to me, and pretty sure it has at least something to do with the topic of “generational theory” (Behold A Pale Horse). Prolly why the tweet caught my eye in the first place. Generational theory has been appearing on my radar a lot recently, culminating in learning that this Bannon cat who is a wig at Breitbart is purported to be a frothy-mouthed lunatic on the subject.

Me? I know little to nothing about generational theory. I know it’s loaded with archetypes that label people and put them in categories, and it does the same with “turnings” as to what certain generations will do and why. It appears to be very cyclical, has a very Circadian Rhythm, Schumann Resonance, nature’s seasons type of vibe to it, a “time to every purpose under heaven” vibe to it, but it also has a long con/short con and “the old tricks are the best tricks” kind of vibe to it too. Overall, I can see its appeal. Has a “great plan” or even “greater good” kind of tone. Shows some big tumblers turning that were previously more or less invisible. Removes some veils. Provides some insight for those who choose to look.

^Ken Andrews – Perfect Days^

Let’s get back to those metrics in the tweet above, and think about vectors which point to certain spaces in space. But in order to find this space in space, let’s take a detour which may provide us with a bit of clarity as to our destination.

Cult Of Domesticity

Our basis for discussing anything at this point, is channeling a someone or a something towards a particular eventuality. This is likely to be a “master/servant” type of exercise where one desires to assert dominance over another. In the tweet, someone reads a few books, certain nosy fuckers are out there snooping as to who is reading what, and when some critical mass is reached on both sides, an action will result.

Let’s us plumb the depths further as to what the tweet suggests will help one to attain this critical mass.

Milton William Cooper-Behold A Pale Horse

G. Edward Griffin-The Creature From Jekyll Island

Michael Ruppert

Patriots (Novel Series)

I think she or whoever made that image may have got that fourth book title a bit wrong. No biggie tho. I found the book referenced.

^The Amps – Pacer^

Fuck. I was wrong about Behold A Pale Horse being somehow connected with generational theory. Another detour is required in order to find out how in the hell I fucked that up. How I misassociated that particular book with that particular theory. Emphasis on the word “how”.

Strauss–Howe Generational Theory

Mirage Men

I’m thinking that’s as far as I need go to solve this particular mystery.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^Jackal & Hyde – Bad Robot (Dominance Electricity) 2016^

Those who have been on the victim end of…erm…”certain deviations”, are unlikely to be inclined to play seduction games. They’re likely to be interested in the dynamics of relationships, sure. Especially the “text book” types of relationships: birds and bees; boy meets girl; go to school, get a job, get married, have kids, etc.. But seduction games?

Nah. 

Short games are gonna be long-odds because they’ve previously been stung, and maybe even been stung more than once. Prolly gonna have to go long-con on that number.

^Inhale – Safe Me^

You know those birdie things that sometimes fly around in the sky?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know those fishy things that sometimes swim around in the sea?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know those animaly things that sometimes migrate around on the ground?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know that compass thing that points North?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

Welp, lemme see if I can muster a ray of sunshine for you fucks wandering around in the haze of your obsession with brainwashing. First, it is very unlikely that you are being brainwashed. You are more likely to be subjected to braindumping. They ain’t trying to clean your shit up because they’re too busy burying you in a glut of shit for you to try and sort. You’re drowning in it. “They” only need throw you bones, and you sort it of your own volition because you think it actually means something. When the shit don’t add up, you even think that means something. “There must be more.” And you likely self-deprecate, they ain’t gonna disagree with you, and now suddenly, you, just weren’t good enough, because they did not accept you.

Q: You ever tried accepting yourself?

A: How 'bout you give that a whirl.

Yeah, I know, it’s tough. There’s all these rules out there…all these expectations. We have to rely completely and totally on other human beings in order to find our place in the herd. There’s no other help available to us…just other humans.

So sad. 

If only there were something, somewhere, that wasn’t humans or a something that is not even “human”. A something out there which gave me some direction. Gave me some bearings as to how I can find my own feet, and place my own feet on my own path. But alas…there is nothing.

So sad.
^Scott Pilgrim VS. The World Soundtrack – 06 I’m So Sad, So Very, Very Sad^

Speaking of utilizing what is right under your own fucking feet and using what is dangling over the top of that thick skull of yours in order better get your bearings, better keep your bearings, and better find your way…

Saw that tweet the other day and thought “yeah, I get ya, astrology is a cryptic crock of shit”…woah! Wait a fucking minute here!!! No…no, no, that’s…all fucking wrong. Wrong, wrong, and motherfucking WRONG!

Irrespective…

of your astrological sign…

the stars…

and planets…

will not…

affect your life…

in any way.

Holy hell…that couldn’t be more wrong, I thought to myself as I munched in an ever slowing pace on the most recent bite of my salad.

I put down my cellphone, which coincidentally contains many rare-earth elements, placed my metal fork into the ceramic salad bowl, swallowed the now masticated mess of salad I had been chewing, leaned back in my metal chair lined with a polyfiber and foam seat cushion, and looked up at the sun shining through a hole in the broken clouds hovering in the blue of the early afternoon sky. It wasn’t often that I treated myself to an outdoor lunch. And it occurred to me the strangeness in that of all days, today was the day I would bumble across a tweet where such clarity could be attained via a perfect set of circumstances.

Here I sat, on the surface of a planet, outside in the sun, which is a star, munching on a salad, which comes from this planet and is encouraged to do so and nurtured by the sun, and along comes this tweet implying that stars and planets have no effect, whatsoever, on my life. I leaned forward in my chair, folding my midriff somewhat in half whilst clasping my hands together and somewhat bowed my head just above the salad bowl resting on the table. My posture may have given an indication of prayer, but that’s not what was happening here. It didn’t feel that way to me anyway.

Confusion. 

Confusion raced through my mind at the absolute clarity of seeing the ridiculousness of astrology…smashed, by the absurdity of truth. Or at least, a truth. This is not prayer although my body feels as if it is at prayer. Am I praying a confused prayer? Am I confused about how to pray a confused prayer? A “God? What in the bloody hell are you up to?” kind of prayer? No…it doesn’t feel like that. Not even a little.

Suddenly, my lips, almost involuntarily mumble a something…”The person who posted that…what, in the fuck, are they thinking?” My ears hearing my own voice somewhat snaps me out of my contemplative trance. “Are they thinking at all?”

^Throwing Muses – Not Too Soon (Official Video)^

BTW, most of that didn’t happen. Just taking a little artistic license with what actually did happen. In truth, I read the tweet, and simultaneously had two thoughts.

ONE: I can relate dude. Astrology, and certainly in its institutionalized form, is confusing as FUCK. Its linear. ‘Cept more like a blender that unchops things instead of chopping them. An assembly line where abstract bits and pieces of nonsense go in one end, and a completely assembled and operational something comes out the other, and only those who built the factory know how any of it works are capable of understanding the factory’s intricacies.

TWO: Dude, this chart is clever, funny, and completely fucking wrong. We live on a goddamn planet which is next to a star, and we are completely and totally dependent on both stars and planets for anything and everything that happens in our life. And if it weren’t for distant stars (and planets) virtually anything and everything that humans have developed would be a virtual impossibility. Or at least, extremely difficult and certainly much different than we do things now.

So yeah, knowing what you now know, which version do you prefer? Does it even matter? I told both versions, both are the same tale, same message, same events, same person/people, same truth(s).

^Pixies – Dig For Fire & Allison (Official Video)^

Two short ones in a row.

Whatever is this world coming to?

^Belly – Feed the Tree (Official Video)^

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^New Order – True Faith (1987) (Official Music Video) [HD REMASTERED]^

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*Revelations galore, Clicky. Go get us a suitable Song to end with…*

We hope you’ve had a swell time reading Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. I’ll return on Saturday, to post my Underdog Anthology XII story, ‘What Time Do You Finish?’. Until then, have a Song 😀

CLICK5: Seeing Stars

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CLICK5: 2020 Hindsight – The Milgram Experiment

CLICK5: Box Of Tricks

CLICK5: Byte Me!

A Post In Support of BLM*

*Of course, that’s a lie, Dear Reader…

Black Lungs Matter Bucko Tweet

*Bucko took the screen shot of that for me, Clicky… /lights up… ‘Cos CASH (Cunts Against Smoking Humanity) … /drags… have blocked me from seeing their tweets… /plumes smoke…*

Outside is the new inside for the hospitality sector.

*If the outside is the new inside, Clicky, then surely smoking can be accommodated via smoking areas inside hospitality establishments? …/coughs…*

*I know, a stupid question… /flicks ash… Wait, eliminating six million people? I’ve heard that before…*

*That’s it… /smokes… The ‘Master Race’ architects of the modern Tobacco Control movement… /squints… What do you mean ‘Who?’, Clicky…*

Today, Dear Reader, mask wearing became mandatory inside public places in the UK. Less than two months after the World Health Organisation changed its mind on the effectiveness of masks…

… That’s fast work. So exactly how big is a Coronavirus (Covid-19) virus?

… In fact, the Covid-19 Coronavirus is so tiny, it cannot be seen with the naked eye. Which begs the question: just how effective would an everyday mask be at stopping the tiny, murderous monster from infecting you or anyone else?

*Glad vaping has some fuckin’ use…*

*Satire so sharp, it cuts… /final drag…*

*Dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… Fuck it, I’m off to re-watch Deadwood with Cade. That’ll lift my mood…*

Have a good we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song…

CLICK5: Hotel, Hostage, Hostile… *ghos-ti-

Missive From ‘Merica: Covid Cosmic Thinking

Hello there, Dear Reader. Glad you could join us…

*That’s rude… /lights up…*

*No, we are not well and truly fucked, Clicky… /drags… Okay, maybe the French are… /streams smoke…*

… For a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Text Us Okie Devil. He and I were thoroughly engrossed in remote viewing Carl Sagan’s late 70s ‘Cosmos’ TV series at the we kenned. Although physically we’re caught up in our countries respective lockdowns, our thinking was/is free to travel unhindered…

*Sumfin’ like that…*

… and the same is true for you, Dear Reader, if you think about it 😉 Enjoy! ❤

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What say we stretch our legs a bit? O wait, exercise is suddenly forbidden. I guess the Religion of Health Healthiness and The Healthy is gonna take a blow thanks to these recent developments. Gonna have to make some adjustments to existing exercise regimens, and you can bet there are people working on such plans as you read this. Gyms and spas are festering septic tanks of disease. Running is out, walking is out, being out is out, but on the upside, dogshit piles in public places is likely to be much diminished. Massage therapy is out, touch therapy is out, dating is out, prostitution is out, public gatherings are out, sports are out, and I guess pretty much any and every therapy and activity is out unless it has been much scrutinized, sterilized and approved. Sounds clean.

Q: What about next year?

A: ¿ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ?

“The flu” is a seasonal thing. This nCoV-2019 thingie appears to have cropped up/been released into the wild sometime between late October and early December, and that’s well within the range of what we here would consider the normal time to start catching the flu. So, now that this thing IS in the wild, Spring is now here and potentially could aid in this thing burning off/losing steam via the season change(s), I’m wondering about next year’s “flu season”. Like is this thing gonna pop up again next fall/winter, and are those in command are gonna shut everything down and lock everyone in prior to the holiday season?

Also concerned about our friends down in the southern hemisphere. It’s just turning fall there as we here transition to spring. Wondering now if this is likely to result in some odd mutations which may allow this thing to stay prevalent year-round. Global travel will resume at some point. It has to. Everything in our economies depends on it. Thinking a bit now how this new little gizmo can be used to get things moving and keep things moving in the direction(s) that the Bilderbergs want it to go. I mean, that’s who is running all this shiz, right? They own everything, are responsible for everything, are behind everything that happens, so whatever happens from here is all their fault.

Even the good stuff
^One Slip – Pink Floyd^

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Gotta wonder if it is inappropriate for me to date an alien. I mean, I know its OK to pursue aliens of various types, in various ways because all kinds of people do that for myriads of reasons. But I’m wondering if it’s OK if I hook up with an alien. I have no idea why I’m asking your opinion on what’s best for me and my future alien girlfriend.

^R. E. A. L. M.╭ ╯Numbering Connectives^

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The WHO has a mess on their hands, as do their nutritional underlings. All the Deacons of Diet, Bishops of Bite, Chaplains of Chew, Witches of Weight, Yogis of Yogurt, Gymnosophists of Grain, Houngans of Halal and Tenzos of Tofu are likely to encounter some serious issues in the running(s) of their Seminaries of Sustenance.

Supplicancy may suffer

WAIT!!! We interrupt this thoughtstream to bring you an update on something called…

RealOD? 

No, wait…

RealUD?

GAH!

RealID

Why are so goddamn many vowels in such close proximity on the keyboard? R E A L I D. It’s a something in the USA which everyone is supposed to have by October 1st of 2020? Quasi-National ID I guess. Smells like more Patriot Act bullshit. Thanks to a coupla typos tho, I’m thinking of ODs, IUDs, IEDs, and IDs.

OD
Drug Overdose (Redirected from Overdose)
Overdose (Disambiguation)
Dose
Dose
Dosage
PRN
Intrauterine Device
Emergency Contraception
Selective Progesterone Receptor Modulator
IED
Improvised Explosive Device
Asymmetric Warfare
ID
Identity Document
Identity
Identity
Law Of Identity

Is it possible that “an emergency contraception device” could be considered an antipersonnel weapon?

Don’t sweat it if this rambling nonsense appears to go nowhere and/or makes no sense at all to you. It’s all unimportant stuff that means nothing.

^Underworld – Born Slippy (Alma & Mater Edit)^

Reading through that Wikipedia article on ‘Law Of Identity’, and was thinking about the “a rose is a rose” bit as I read, and it occurs to me that “rose” is only one side of the story.

 Our side

Rose

We named it. We observed it and documented all of its/their features. Pretty much no thought put into what we are in relation to a rose. There also appears to be no thought given to what a rose thinks of us, nor what a rose thinks of what we think of them. But why would we give any thought to such things. A rose has no voice. It cannot communicate with us in any way, shape or form.

^Forest Drive West ‎– Scanners^

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The Isle of Man TT has been canceled. The Olympics have been canceled. All things sports have been canceled. The only thing open for business is the cancellation department. I have no idea how we are supposed to get our sport on with all this sickness. May I suggest massive media consumption in these lean times? Should get us all riled up, and we can create our own sport(s).

^Mor Elian – Paralysed Focus [FAM01]^
America's … Holistic … Plastic … Surgeon … ®

Seriously? Someone, somewhere gave this dude in the following video a registered trademark for “America’s Holistic Plastic Surgeon®”?

We love our marks.

Not stretchmarks, of course.

But marks?

Yep…we love em.

We love our sport(s) too.

^Plastic Surgeon Reacts to BOTCHED – Dr. Anthony Youn^

Speaking of sport(s) and supporting sport(s) and our team(s)…

Q: Could wearing a hat which contains a logo on it be considered “taking a mark on one’s forehead”?

A: ¿? ~°╗0╔°~ ?¿

I’ve always wondered what they meant in the Bible by “taking the mark of the beast on their foreheads” or whatever, and someone recently gave me a toboggan with a giant-assed “Las Vegas” logo on it. Got me to wondering if, by wearing this hat with this logo, I was willfully putting a mark on my forehead. Will prolly be microchips in hats at some point (if there aren’t already). Lots of ways other than microchips to use hats as an identifying mark tho.

/shrug
^UR – A Thousand Questions^

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How bout a new iteration of SoPi?

SoPi-U

One of the problems that I keep stumbling onto regarding The Big Bang is that there was/is only one, and that one happened once. Not to mention, that if this one big bang did in fact happen, and we are the sum total, this bang is still happening, and we are in fact not the sum total. “A” sum total, sure, but not “the” sum total.

Anyway, one of the things that I’ve long pondered is why I can go above “1” on the periodic table of elements, but I cannot go below “1”. Another thing that has bothered me is why certain things have no representation. They don’t exist. Not here anyway.

Q: Can they?

A: ? !!!VAGUERY!!! ?

Humans have evolved to the point where certain things which do not exist/occur naturally here on Earth/Terra can be created synthetically. But some stuff?

Nope. Not yet anyway

So thinking with respect to this big bang that is said to have occurred 13.7 or so billion years ago, there have been times when a something not only did not exist, it could not exist. No yet anyway. This makes me think a bit about extinct species, and causes me to correlate when certain organic and inorganic matter exists. Makes me wonder if maybe there are certain frequencies embedded within the fabric of the space and time(s) that we know, and that makes me wonder if certain things have their own period(s).

^Svreca – Ebisu (Dasha Rush Remix) [SEMANTICA44.2]^

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Yeah…anti-elements. That’s kinda what I’m thinking about. Some pre-matrix or post-matrix something that allows or prohibits a something from existing. And I’m not thinking in terms of universal standards either. Way too much weird and rarefied shit going on out there that is quite localized. Basically, I’m wondering if there is something embedded within nature which allows certain things to exist or certain events to occur under certain conditions, and maybe also prohibits certain things from existing or certain events from occurring under any conditions. Sounds pretty straightforward, right? A given. All we need do is figure out what those conditions are, allowing us to create those conditions, then we can do whatever it is we need/want to do.

Q: Why do nuclear detonations contain fire?

A: I've honestly never pondered this

I assume the naturally occurring hydrogen is burning and oxygen along with it, but you’re usually talking about extraordinarily small amounts of “fuel” powering these devices, and there’s really no secondary anything in the device to burn. High explosives don’t really create fire, this isn’t Napalm, incendiary devices start fires in existing infrastructure(s), and this isn’t Hollywood using diesel or gasoline to intentionally create fireballs. So how in the hell does 50 pounds of Plutonium create a fireball? I need to look that up or something.

See what's cooking there
^[1994] gescom – cicada^

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Can exist, has not existed.

Can exist, has existed.

Cannot exist, has not existed.

Cannot exist, has existed.

Can exist, has existed, can no longer exist.

Can exist, has not existed, can exist.

Has existed, no longer exists, can never again exist.

Cannot exist, has never existed, will never exist.

Could exist, did exist, no longer exists, can no longer exist.

Could exist, does exist, will always exist, this is all there is/cannot be modified nor augmented.

Could exist, does exist, will exist as long as this lasts, once that’s gone will exist no more.

Cannot exist here, can exist there.

Can exist here, cannot exist there.

Just trying to brainstorm a bit with respect to how the galactic and/or universal regulatory agency/agencies may work. In my mind, I’m kinda using vice and vices as a model. Specifically, tobacco, alcohol and drugs. A nice mix seeing as how alcohol can be made by just about anyone, tobacco can be grown by just about anyone, and drugs can be made by just about anyone. And yet, someone else has stepped in and said “OH NO YOU DON’T!!!”. Crashed the party because they want some of the action and/or don’t want someone intruding on their own action. I can see a galactic community maybe doing something similar. More than that, I have to wonder of the Universe itself may have some embedded something which does similar and expresses itself in various ways. Maybe even does so by not expressing itself at all.

^Michal Wolski – Generator [EE11]^

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‘Tis strange to contemplate the concept of having a knowledge of something that has never existed.

Even more strange to contemplate not only having knowledge of something that has never existed, but also to actively work towards prohibiting this something from ever existing.

I guess you can relate more easily regionally. Like, they may smoke crack in their house, but no one has ever smoked crack in this house, and they never will.

But in thinking in terms of being within the mind of a universal creator, thinking of things that could exist, but you adopt a position of “not on my watch”. Radioactive flying snake goats, for example.

Who the hell needs radioactive flying snake goats?

Well, besides science-fiction authors…they might could make use of radioactive flying snake goats.

^Michal Wolski – Caleidoscope [EE11]^

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Was diagnosed yesterday with Retral Omniosis.

May sound humorous, however I can assure you it’s anything butt.

/ba da ching

Actually, was watching the Cosmos series earlier with a friend, and got to thinking about the orientation of Uranus relative to the rest of the planets. Sagan got to talking about Astrology, mentioned Mars’ influence on himself (or lack thereof) at the time of his own birth, and it got me to thinking about Uranus’ unusual orientation and Pluto’s unusual orbit. Since Astrology seems to be little more than sequencing (to me it does anyway), I got to thinking about that little swirl atop a soft-serve ice cream cone. Sagan had mentioned at some point that if anything ever hit Jupiter, it would simply make a hole in the clouds of Jupiter. Cosmos originally aired in 1980, and thanks to Comet Shoemaker/Levy, we now know this “hole in the clouds” idea not to be so.

Sagan also refers to Pluto as a planet, and we all know that Pluto is in fact not a planet as it has been demoted to…not a planet. What does all this add up to? Well…

SoPi-T, of course
^Melleefresh / Something Inside Me Redux (Original Mix)^

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Have thought a bunch about the need to “demote” a planet from the planet category. The only two things I can think of are A) hype, B) commercialism and C) commerce.

That's three things, but who's counting

Anyway, I tend to thing of “ordering” in terms of navigation. Knowing where a something is or where a something will be provides us a pathway to plot intercepts to that something. Pluto is a pain in the ass because sometimes it’s going to be the 9th planet, and sometimes it’s going to be the 8th planet. Delete Pluto from the planetary register, and Uranus can remain firmly entrenched in the 8th spot without having to do-si-do with Pluto. Kinda makes sense. Unless you’re inbound to Sol on the solar plane instead of outbound from Sol. I may lose some of you here if you are unfamiliar with Pluto’s unusual orbit relative to our sun and the other planets.

^Biosphere – Novelty Waves (Biosphere Darkroom Mix)^

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Ever listen to an expert talking about a something, but this expert sounds like a fucking moron? So which is it? Are they an expert? Or a moron? Someone gave them the expert title just so this person can prove how they don’t deserve the title.

Or it could be there's maybe just some distance between the two of you?

Two idiots who have not a clue how to communicate with one another.

^Acronym – Back to Understanding^

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No idea if the space agencies of the world already have existing planetary charts which reorient the numbering of the planets relative to their position of Earth/Terra and/or Sol, but I do know that most science doesn’t appear to put any effort into explaining that Earth/Terra is not always “third stone from the sun”. Not only that, there’s apparently no effort put into explaining that Earth/Terra is sometimes both first rock, and the only rock…1 of 1. Depending on your approach/departure of course. So in that regard, why are the planets not renumbered according to their current placement and orientation within the scope of time?

A: Fear of Astrology

That’s honestly the only thing I can come up with. Religion on religion warfare. Science Vs. Every Other Religion, with a special hate of Astrology. Odd that “mathematics” is said to be the language of science, yet it is utilized only in ways that suits the monks and their methods. Destroying the very portal which allowed you to get to where you are.

^Marco Shuttle – Kinshasa Decadence [EE12]^

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Numbers are failing here. “From” is our only perspective. From Sol to Infinity, all from the perspective of 3. Which makes me wonder, that if we were to apply Pi to our solar system, with Sol being “the point”, when and where would Earth/Terra be “3”? Which must be why I’m thinking that accurate mapping/charting of any system would require 360° mapping of all approaches and departures on all three axis, with consideration for a time axis along each physical axis in order to accurately calculate the numeric value of a planet or other body.

And yes, not distance, time

I would think that time would need to supersede distance(s) in order to better identify anything anomalous. Thinking this might also better assist with course alterations. Prolly doesn’t make much sense, but I’m basically stretching Pi in multiple directions relative to an object, and not just and only “around” a round object. Gonna be all kinds of crazy shapes in space, I would think.

^The Higher Intelligence Agency & Biosphere – Countdown to Darkne^

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There is nothing new, it’s just new to you.

A New York doctor’s story: ‘Too many people are dying alone’

Shitloads of people dying alone is nothing new.

^A Certain Kind Of Death – Documentary^

My question is, what does she think should be done about this? I’m sure it involves creation of a process and processes which include(s) delegation. The doctor orders, others comply. If it really bothers you that much, don’t delegate, do. I know…you’re a doctor…far too busy to give care…you’ve got other patients to get to.

Q: Has it ever occurred to you that some people may want to die alone?

A: ó¿ó

There may even be people out there who don’t want to die alone, realize they pretty much have no choice but to die alone, so dying alone is how it’s gonna be. All that said, it just occurs to me that if you create a system, instead of being the system, this something you create loses all of its heart.

^Too Many People (Remastered 2012)^

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One of the more interesting things that Sagan has demonstrated in this Cosmos series is the use of mirrors to demonstrate infinity. Interesting in that it got me to thinking about my own experimentation(s) with mirrors whilst pondering the concept of an end to the iterations being reflective of an end to time. What I mean by that is, if you place yourself between two mirrors, you expect to see infinite reflections in these mirrors, and yet…the iterations stop. You start to count, and you only see sat 5 or ten reflections, and then nothing.

Black

Or maybe even white or some other color. Maybe even a clear something that is nothing.

Q: Would the end of infinite reflections in a mirror be indicative of the end of time?

A: !!!! ?¿ !!!!

More than that, would the end of infinite reflection in a mirror possibly be indicative of a certain location not only in time, but space? Perhaps you are at some unknown end of a solar system. Or maybe nearing the edge of a galaxy. Perhaps too close to a black hole or a quasar or some other celestial body. Maybe even be that you are approaching the end(s) of the Universe. Or, “a” universe. Makes me wonder too about approaches. Like, do we race to the end, or does “the end” race to us. Maybe we meet halfway? A dog can only run so far into the forest.

/shrug
^Mike Parker – Lustration Two (Nor’easter) (A2)^

I gotta take that thought further aloud because I’m thinking them. Primarily, mirrors might should be standard equipment on any/all spacecraft. Perhaps even a chamber full of mirrors casting infinite reflections so as to be indicative of any warping, blurring or distortions in what should otherwise be exactly what we expect to see. This is based on Sagan talking about looking for gaps (red-shift/blue-shift) in order to determine if an object is moving towards or away from your present position. But what about…

Rainbow Shift?

Or even White Shift? Black Shift? More than that, Purple Shift where something may appear to be moving both towards and away at the same time? Wouldn’t this possibly be indicative of a something that is actually moving faster than C/speed of light?

I gotta also wonder about “less standard” types of binary, tertiary, quaternary, etc. shifts. For example, what if red and green are shifting? Lastly, what about ultraviolet or infrared shift(s). Radio? X-ray and gamma? Null or maybe zero shift(s)? A shift should exist in some space, but it does not. There have to be some dark shifts lurking out there. Perhaps even some happening right here.

^Biosphere – Baby Interphase (Remix)^

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I just got a notification on my phone from Google. April 1st of 2020 is national census day.

Rofl

This should turn out well.

^natural/electronic.system. – Sicut Erat [TIKITA006]^

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Science, scientists, aerospace companies and space agencies of all kinds likely already have quite complex navigation systems as well as loads of equations for calculating such things.

I don't. Not part of the club either

Might be nice for some lost someone to be able to figure out their way home all on their own.

^Alan Backdrop – Quaraman [SBCV003]^

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^Revolution 9 (Remastered 2009)^

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*The false start to this year reminds me of when dad died, Clicky… /stubs butt… Seemed appropriate at the time. He fuckin’ loved that race…*

*1967, the year Cade and I were born…*

So keep health, keep sane and keep coming back to the LoL, Dear Reader. And, of course, have a Song… 😉

30-Day Song Challenge: Preteen!

https://youtu.be/WDPemUAIDfI

*Ballpark incident? …/lights up… I’ve literally just tweeted ‘Ballpark’ out, Clicky…*

*That’s a sync… /smokes… I knew I should have included Nineteen Eighty Four…*

*Could be, Clicky…*

Poppy and Legs send Roob their preteen songs

Welcome to Day 12 of the LoL’s Song Challenge, Dear Reader. No doubt the original creator of this challenge put the task of naming a song from one’s preteens at day 12 of this endeavour on porpoise, being as 13 is the age one become’s a teenager…

*It’s funny ‘cos it’s true…*

^The Undertones – Teenage Kicks (Official Video)^

Therefore, below, are Cade fon Apollyon and mine’s preteen choices, songs from circa 1967 – 1980. Enjoy!

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Day 12: songs from preteen years

Cade’s first song pick…

We’re on the dirty dozenth day, so I guess it’s okay for me to go ahead and spring a thought that I had about this “30 Day Music Challenge” back on Day 2.

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Not suggesting that someone is reading my and Roob’s picks and shouting “AH HA!” at seeing a particular something being picked by one of us, but, they may be. You never know who is watching, nor why. Heh…heh…heh! Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, roller skating.

Um, I didn’t understand this song at all when I first heard it. I only know that it completely blew my socks off when I first heard it. How in the hell they were doing that…thing? With the voice? How are they doing that? I can do a slow and jazzy, weaving two-step to it while roller skating. Holy hell this song is the most funky song I’ve ever heard! Who in the hell is this ‘David Bowie’ person anyway?

^Fame (2016 Remaster)^

Roob’s first song pick…

Sunday mornings, when we lived high above Electric Avenue in Brixton, London, mum would let me and my sister play our records on her Hi-Fi and dance about the front room, while she made Sunday lunch. This was a fav…

^Carl Douglas Kung Fu Fighting (Original Music Video)^

Cade’s second song pick…

Preteens. I’d be remiss not to include something from “my other life”. I was already a dumpy, dorky, nerdy, sickly, ugly-assed and accident-prone kid. Why God WHY?!?!?? Why did I also have to be…a Christian?!?!?!? Go to church?!?!!? I’m already hated enough without all that additional trauma. Le sigh.

Worse yet…God…you gave me…a singing voice?!?!?!? A girl’s range in a boy’s body?!?!? That’s all I got as a gift upon being spun off into this world??????

NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

What in the hell is wrong with you…God??????

^Holy, Holy, Holy^

Speaking of church and religion and oppression and similar stuff, all the cool kids liked the band Kiss. To be honest, I never really “got it” with respect to their music. ‘Detroit Rock City‘ was indeed a rockin’ tune, and ‘Beth‘ I also liked, but other than that, I hadn’t heard anything from them that I liked that much. Just didn’t do anything for me, and a lot of stuff out there that I liked a helluva lot more. I never would tell the other kids that tho. All that said, I really REALLY wanted a Kiss album for Christmas just so I could say I had one, and then I’d be a cool kid too. Welp, I got an album for Christmas that year, and Kiss was on it, but it wasn’t a Kiss album. It was a compilation album put out by the record company that had one single Kiss song on it. Merry Fucking Christmas.

^Calling Dr. Love^

Roob’s second song pick…

On Sunday afternoons, we’d listen to the radio to hear a rundown of the UK’s top 40 Chart and learn what song had reached number one, and on Thursday evening’s we’d watch it on the telly on ‘Top of the Pops’. Thinking about it now, it was kinda ritual, and David Essex’s ‘Gonna Make You A Star’ is a stand out memory of that…

https://youtu.be/CNnWvRbMvYI

^David Essex • Gonna Make You A Star • TOTP 1974^

Cade’s third song pick…

If you wanna get a psychological bead on someone’s personality, I’d imagine that the music your test subject likes is as good of a metric as any to use in order to find out what makes them tick. Lotta scars in my past. Lotta bumps, bruises, breaks, and blood. Talking about them even in the most constructive of manners can still be interpreted as something bitter or hateful. Maybe even spiteful or malicious. Opening old wounds. Beating dead horses. Living in past. Not moving on. Not growing.

I got no answers. Music was just about my only escape, and even that was heavily regulated. Pretty sure I’m not angry, just telling it like it was. What in the fuck does all that have to do with anything? I dunno. Supposedly, we’re all stronger at the broken spots. Does the fact that I made it to where I am without blowing my own brains out count for anything? Or am I just a waste of space burning valuable oxygen.

/me shrugs
^Almost Famous – Tiny Dancer^

Roob’s third song pick…

In 1977 my Grandad Packer died and so the family upsticks and moved in with my Nanny P in Rotherhithe, London . We’d gone from an area that was predominantly black to one that was very white. Mainly because Rotherhithe had already lost it’s docking industry and was still derelict from the efforts of the Luftwaffe some 35 years before. ‘Parallel Lines’ was the first album I bought for myself as a preteen, and now Sunday mornings were spent in my bedroom, listening to it over and over again whilst mum and nan made Sunday lunch…

^Blondie – Sunday Girl – HD^

The final word to Cade…

Five songs when only three are required? Excessive, I know. But I’m working here. May not appear that way, but yeah, lots of work going on here.

^Fixing A Hole (Remastered 2009)^

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Tomorrow’s task is to collate selection of songs from the 70s, Dear Reader, so pretty much the same as today. If you have a favourite, let us know in comments and we’ll include it in the post.

Have a song… ❤

^Ian Dury And The Blockheads – Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick^