Category: Physics

Missive From ‘Merica: The Truth Is… Sumwear? */shrugs…*

Red Frank has a new Merovee post up, Dear Reader, and he makes an observation aboot last night’s post…

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*De Cade… :D Cade… 😀 …*

Blue Frank also has a post up and makes an observation about his name…

Cade ponders CFD and CFA and X chimes in

Alley… Ali… Ally… Allyness…

 

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There now follows a missive from Cade… His last… Probably…

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Sup y0, and y0s, and y0-y0s, n’shit like that?

LET’S DO THE FUCKING NEWS ASSHEADS!!!

^Losers – Summertime Rolls (Hybrid Remix)^
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Utah officials release 911 call of man who apparently started fire

Apparently…

apparently.

Hmmm….

If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…

Q: Now what?

A: ...

“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”

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"Thanks for the fish."

Not that anything is fishy or anything.

Prolly a hook somewhere tho.

Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^

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So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.

Um…I have a question…

Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”

A: ...

Obviously, you either…

A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.

Or…

B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.

Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.

Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.

You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.

But then again…maybe not.

Just sayin'.

Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.

^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^

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Um…one other thing?

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”

A: ???

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?

A: ???

Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?

The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.

So...yeah...power.

Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.

Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?

A: ???

Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.

^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^

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Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.

I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.

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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…

Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?

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A1: ?!?!?

Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”

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A2: ?

Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?


A3:

The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.

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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…

Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.

I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.

Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?

Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.

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This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.

My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.

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“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.

^Numb – Lies^

I guess that software updates are now news channels.

“The second in the last two months?”

I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.

Yeah...I realize you don't care.

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There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^

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Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.

The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.

They are HUGE signs, and simply say…

NO FIREWORKS!!!

NO GUNFIRE!!!

Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.

Now…I wonder why that would be?

You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.

Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.

Weird...eh?

Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.

Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.

Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.

^Interactive – No Control 1990^

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We’ve been through this nonsense before.

“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”

 <yawn>

I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.

I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.

^Front 242 Masterhit^

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I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.

I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.

^Bigod 20 – America^

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Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.

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They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.

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But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.

^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^

Now…you are probably wondering…

Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?

A: ???!!!???!!!???

Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.

EX:

Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.

Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.

Q: When? A: I just did.

To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.

Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.

Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???

Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)

Let’s try this then…

 ^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^

Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.

Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.

Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.

Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.

0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0

Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.

0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0

Yep…just that quickly.

Now…

Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?

A: ???

I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”

But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.

There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.

The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.

So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.

BUT! That’s how we learn.

Pathways of all kinds.
 ^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^

Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.

Assuming that they actually are…that is.

^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^

I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.

As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.

But what about when the straws stop moving?

Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.

If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.

If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.

Yeah…context.

Time is...erm...weird.
 ^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.

OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)

"geometric gif"
or
"geometry gif"

or

"infinite loop gif"

or

"infinite loops gif"

There are some other terms and other methods that I use as well, but I’ll keep those in reserve for now.

😉
 ^Nitzer Ebb – Join In The Chant (Surgeon Remix)^

I gotta go.

cYa | cFa

 ^Agrezzior – Strong We Stand^

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*Belay that Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*

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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.

Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.

You divided this shit up in the first place.

Is it my fault that…

A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?

I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.

I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.

 Everything is already connected and together.

Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.

Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.

“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.

 How ironic...eh?

I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…

1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.

Yep…scary thought(s)…eh?

All...or nothing.

Q: What’s wrong with nothing?

 A: ¿?¿
^Depeche Mode – Nothing (video)^

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Missive From ‘Merica: ENCORE!!!
		
	
	

		
A treat for you now, Dear Reader…




*I know! …/claps hands…*


… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀




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WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???




^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^




Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.


Was just thinking.


I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.


DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.


Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?


A: ???


30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.


720 hours = 43,200 minutes.


Q: What’s your time worth to you?


A: ?¿?


Q: Since when did my time become your time?


A: ¿?¿


Q: Does that make your time my time?


A: ¿¿¿


Got the time?




^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^


I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.


The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?


Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto


…full of illegal immigrants, 


white trash, 


niggers, 


terrorists, 


drug addicts, 


unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry 


and other various assorted hood-rats...


but not everyone can be you.




^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^




So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?


Things change mang and/or mangette.


Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…




“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”




…hence


…big mamma called me.


But it gets weird from there.




^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^


I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.


Lolz


Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.


Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.


OH! You don’t?


Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.


You might wanna read the label, chief.


The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.


I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.


But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”




^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^




Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.


And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices. 


And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.


For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.


Layers. Does that help?




^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^




MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?


CADE: Sure.


MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?


CADE: Yesssss….


MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?


CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.


MA: …


CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.


MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.


CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.


It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.


CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?


MA: They better not be.


I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.


CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.


MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!


CADE: Whatever you say.


MA: <laughs>


CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.


MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.


CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.


MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.


CADE: Why is that?


MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.


CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?


MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.


CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.


MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.


CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.


I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.




^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^




The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!


1 = 1.


 500,000 = 1.


 73% = 1.


        27% = 1.


       100% = 1.


        1 v 1


Yep...that's all there is.


Mystery = WHATEVER! Let’s Us Continue, Eh?




^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^


We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.


Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.


I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.


/shrug




^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^


So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.


Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.


There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?


I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.


Q: I wonder how much information weighs?


A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?


Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^




MA: You are?!?!?


CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.


MA: Where are you going?


CADE: West.


MA: Do you have somewhere to go?


CADE: Yeah…west.


Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?


CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.


MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.


CADE: You have?


MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.


CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?


MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.


CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?


MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.


CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.


MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.


CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.


We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^




CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!


MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.


CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!


MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.


CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…


MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.


CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.


MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?


CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…


MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.


Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.


MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.


CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.


MA: That’s still a lot of money.


Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.


Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?


MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”


CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.


MA: No…she didn’t.


CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.


MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…


CADE: A bastard?


MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.


CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!


MA: She’s dead now.


CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤


Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^


CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?


MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?


CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.


MA: She’s 80 today.


CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.


MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?


CADE: lolz…20 years ago?


MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.


CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>


MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.


CADE: That’s cool.


MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.


CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.


MA: You don’t ever check the web?


CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug


MA: Oh…they do to care.


CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.


MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.


CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.


MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.


CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤


MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?


CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.


MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.


CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.


MA: Can I hug you?


CADE: No.


We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.


MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?


CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.


MA: OK.


She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.


It was a great time.


I am thankful for it.




^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^




So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.


Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?


A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?


Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.


Q: Seeing a trend yet?


A: ?!?!?


I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.


EX: Do you like to fuck?


Me neither.


Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.


I’ll try and be good at it.


Hell…we may even like it.


😛


(no promises tho)




^ATTLAS – I Need You More^




Chances.


Chances…and taking them.


What are the odds?


Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.


50/50 = 1 v 1


Q: Which one do you want?


A: …




^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^


If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.


Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?


A: ???


I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?


Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…


No matter how, you shake and dance…


The last two drops, are going in your pants.


Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉




^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^




This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.


She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?


That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?


MA: I was a terrible mother.


CADE: Um…no you weren’t.


MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.


CADE: You aren’t now.


MA: But I was then.


CADE: Then isn’t now.


MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.


CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.


I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.


Whatever works tho.




^Sasha – Rooms^




I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.


Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.


I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.


Not that I've thought about that or anything.


The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.


I guess it depends on how hungry you are.


Literature.


Litterature.


Hmmmmm….might make a good title for a book.


Or at least, part of a title of a good book.


Prolly already been done tho…so…meh…ain’t gonna Google it.




^Alan Walker – Faded^




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^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^


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*/thinks… Didn’t Eminem have an album called Encore, Clicky…*




*Oh… that sounds like that Ali G’s song… /frowns… Fuck it, Clicky, give us something I can sing along to…*



	


	


			
				


			

			
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This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…


wolf (n.) Old English wulf “wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo- “wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas “wolf;” Old Persian Varkana- “Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).


This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]


Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.


…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…


Merovee Twilight Sleep


Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.


Di–Cap–Rio


…And MJ put up two posts overnight at Blade and Chalice. She’s been to visit the Scopes Trial museum in Dayton, Tennessee:



There’s a specific message for Hugo in Part 2…


House of S-tone, please read this. https://at37.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/137-69-draft/




…Of course I’ve also had sum ideas about 137….


137-maths


…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…


Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.


…Amazon is one of the FANGs…


A little bit of paranoia is always healthy.


In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.


Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?


It didn’t at the time.


Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.


Fast forward to today.


    

  • Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
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  • Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
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  • Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
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  • Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
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F, A, N, G. What does that spell?


Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.


Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?


Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.


… Library card and groceries… Food for thought…









Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…




I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.




I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.




The Secret Sun The Eyesies




That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…


Merovee Twilight Sleep The Long Way Round


… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…


TIT at the top is the client going the long way round


… Alas he didn’t use it…




*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*


Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…




 


 

	


	


			
				


			

			
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Following on from yesterday, Dear Reader…




*Don’t mind me saying, Clicky, butt sumtimes… you’re kinda fucking weird…*




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Distracted…I get it.


😛


Part and Particle…I get it.




^The Jacksons – Can You Feel It (Official Music Video HD)^


Got to have a damn good conversation right in the big middle of writing this.


As a result…my brain is siting on empty. Or, emptier. More emptier?


Meh.


Welp…at least we can assume that thicker/better armor = bigger/better bullets.




^Bulletproof Glass vs 60,000 PSI Waterjet^


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Gonna have to summon a story here.


A story from “A Veiled Gazelle: Seeing How To See” by Idries Shah.


The story is called “Four Friends”


If you wanna read it…


If you wanna listen to it…




Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…


My Critic


My Defender


My Employer


The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?


Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛




^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^


How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?


And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.


That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.


EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.


The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.


Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.




^The Plimsouls – A Million Miles Away^


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Song of Solomon 3 (ESV)


Song of Solomon 3 (KJV)


Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.


Are we looking for:


A: similarities?


B: Sameness?


C: Differences?


D: All of the above?


E: All of the above above?


That’s just my thinking tho.


Meh.


Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.


Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?




^The Smiths – These things take time^


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It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.


Yeah…


Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.


"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz


Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:


A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and


B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.


Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.







But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉


I found a different copy of the story BTW.


Have fun.




^Bow Wow Wow – Do You Wanna Hold Me [HD]^


Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?


"submit"


becomes


"sumbit"


I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.


All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.




^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^


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I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.


If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.




^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^


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I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.


I don't work...so every day is Halloween for me.


I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.


I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.


I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.


Success…it’s all around us.


Q: Now what?


A: ???




^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^


What does having successful relatives have to do with me?


Nothing.


I mean…kinda it does…but not really.


As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.


“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.


Sounds accurate.


/shrug




^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^


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NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!


I'm thinking about doing that myself.




^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^


X: Where ya gonna go?


Cade: …


X: Sounds risky.


Cade: …


X: You sure you wanna travel this path?


Cade: …


B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.


Cade: …


T: I have some thoughts.


Cade: 🙂


X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.


Cade: Sounds…accurate.


Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.


Cade: lolz…sometimes?


Z: 😉


0: No comment.


Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?


0: None.


Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.


0: I’m done.


Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.


C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?


Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?


C: Har har.


X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?


Cade: Aren’t they the same?


0: We need a bigger barrel.


Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.


T: May I suggest…Howitzers?


Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?


X: Always a bigger fish.


Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!


X: 😉


Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.


X: Why is that?


Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.


Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.


Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.


X: …


Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.


Z: And what did we deduce from that?


Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.


X: Lotta stuff there, eh?


Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.


X: But…


Cade: It was what was missing.


A: Which is?


Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.


X: And…


Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.


X: And…


Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.


Z: And why is that?


0: Yes…why is that?


Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.


X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?


Cade: Almost never.


X: Which leads us to…


Cade: She changes a LOT.


T: That makes no sense.


X: Which will bring us to…


Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.


X: All at the same time?


Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.


A: What about “the before time” portion of that?


Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.


Z: Why is that?


Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.


X: Explain what?


Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.


X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.


Cade: Vectors and vectoring.


X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.


Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.


0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?


Cade: It’s everywhere.


C: What about the symbolism itself?


Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.


X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.


Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.


Z: From which end?


Cade: Yes.


A: Exactly what I was thinking.


Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.


X: Ironic.


Cade: Indeed.


0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.


Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.


T: And why would you not want to?


Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐


X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?


Cade: Something like that.


X: Care to elaborate?


Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.


Z: Which is what?


Cade: MrOmar Osama


X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?


Cade: Associations.


0: Ironic.


Cade: Very.


X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?


Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.


X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?


Cade: For how long?


X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?


Cade: Just a little.


X: Hmmmm….




^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^


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cYa | cFa




^Shemian – Happy Swingin` (Radio Edit)^


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The time is now 20.37 on Sunday 28th May 2017. Housework’s dun, cooking’s dun, Parts 1 and 2 are dun… Hears Part 3…




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So you are prolly wondering what in the fuck a $5.00 pot of beans on a stovetop has to do with some multi-billion dollar particle accelerator…and…um…lolz…um…mine was cheaper?


lolz


I guess in Relativistic terms…yeah…they prolly cost about the same amount.


Meh...who cares.




^Peanut Butter Jelly Time with Lyrics!!!^


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Just wondering how you can quantify one thing without taking others into consideration that are equally important in the facilitation of whatever action you are quantifying. You’ve already qualified it, now you are quantifying it, then…what? Aggregating the two?


Qualified + Quantified = Quantiqualified? Or Qualiquantified?


Or Quantiqualaqualaquantified?


Q4ified?


Sounds...timey, with a dimensional aspect or 3.




^Zlad! – Elektronik Supersonik HD BEST QUALITY Remastered Sound^


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Cade: Anything?

X: Nope.

Cade: K cool. Have a great weekend.

X: I ain’t going anywhere.

Cade: Me either.

X: 😐

Cade: lolz

X: …




^Hybrid – If I Survive^


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Roob: Me either-either.


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X: I’m gonna take that back…I do have something.

Cade: Do tell.

X: If I asked you a question…would you answer it?

Cade: I just did.

X: OK…so in theory, we have established a base of trust since you answered and answered honestly.

Cade: Fair enough.

X: What do you hope to achieve from all this?

Cade: As Roob so succinctly pointed out recently…it’s free.

X: Does that absolve you of responsibility?

Cade: Yeah right.

X: There was an allusion to this in that “Watchmen” movie you rewatched recently.

Cade: You are referring to the line “Free is just another word for Socialist.”

X: That’s the one.

Cade: But isn’t that politics? Will and wills operating in realms that they are either uncertain of, or uncertain about?

Z: Keep going…

Cade: So…we fall back on our tenets in the face of change.

X: Fall back?

Cade: Contextually, that would be the preferred nomenclature.

Z: Why is that?

Cade: I assume because free is scary in a number of ways. And “falling-back” requires the freedom to do so, the space to do so, and the area to fall back to. So…a strategic retreat.

X: Strings?

Cade: Sure. But we never stop to consider that “if an apple falls out of the sky when we hunger/are hungry” a need was met.

X: Fair enough.

Cade: Sorry, but there are certain futures that I can handle and certain futures that I cannot.

A: Care to be specific?

Cade: It’s easy to imagine the entire world and everything and everyone in flames. It is difficult to imagine my personal life in flames while the rest of the world spins on unaffected.

X: And yet…

Cade: Both are easy for me to imagine. The latter, in the above example, being the easiest to imagine.

0: Wait a moment here…you just contradicted yourself.

Cade: Not really…because I have no frame of reference with respect to both in one or the other context, when there are really 4 scenarios there…not two.

X: But when you boil it down?

Cade: Only one.

X: And which one is that?

Cade: Mine.

Z: In all contexts?

Cade: Something like that. What other frame of reference do I have?

X: Ooohhh…what ones do you have indeed.

Cade: Only the ones I care to entertain.

Z: And what about all the ones we throw at you that you don’t want to entertain?

Cade: I entertain them on their own merits as best I can. (Preferably, the less the better)

X: Kinda difficult operating in territory you are familiar with and comfortable with, eh?

Cade: Yep. A very comfortable discomfort.

X: …


You came loaded for bear to a fight with Godzilla. Yep…a strategic retreat might be in order, but that doesn’t change your intent nor intentions does it? Because you are gonna return with a bigger goddamn gun. Assuming that the strategic retreat itself works out.


If you want "free"...this is what it costs.




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Footnote: ET wouldn’t turn up like that because physical travel to another world in one lifetime is impossible. E=MC² dictates this reality, but its author Albrecht Einstein believed there was some kind of magnetism-related dimension able to overcome the illusion of separation and distance. As Einstein has yet to be proved wrong about anything, I’ve no desire to argue with the bloke dead or alive.






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I’ve thought about this certain concept all week, but I figured I would spring something on Roob without her knowledge. I mean…this is supposed to be fun, and she ain’t been writing much, so let’s see how big of an asshole this makes me.




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Been some damn interesting goings on this week.


Kindof a weird observation to make, considering I don’t read/watch/keep up with the news.


Meh…I trust the people that give me my news secondhand. Or thirdhand. Or whateverhand. News is a filtering process of information anyway. God knows how many people this “news” has been through already by the time it hits the headlines. And depending on where you get your news, god only knows how many headlines this headline went through to aggregate their own. Prolly why these news sources are getting so fucking “grabby” with respect to information. Data, and loads of it. Completely devoid of context outside of a singular event that somehow negotiated its way onto your radar. As if there is some hidden something there that will provide some hidden insight into why your personal radar operates the way it does.


WOAH!!! Hit ya with a twist there, eh? Since when is this story about YOU?!?!?!?


Welp…


Q: When did you get involved with it?


A: I bet we can now gather all kinds of data and information about you, and bang out a nice psychological profile that details why you like what you like and do what you do.


Not that it’ll be right or anything.


But close enough is good enough…right?




^Azax – Magick (Official Video)^


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K…well…it’s now 11:22 AM…and I guess I’ll spellcheck this and send it over.


Let's see how this goes.




^Nitzer ebb – Hearts And Minds (Mix Hypersonic)^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛


*Clicky! That won’t play for me… /pouts… Can you go get me a version that will… /bats eyelashes… Please?*




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cYa | cFa




^Devo – Uncontrollable Urge – From Urgh! A Music War HQ^


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Well, there you are Dear Reader… and here I am, and over there somewhere… */pointlessly points…* is Cade. The time is 23:11 on Sunday 28th May 2017 and I hope your day has been as much fun as mine has…


 




*Did you have fun too, Clicky? …/pats snout…*


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Bean there? Dun that? Good. This hear is The Experiment Part 2…




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OK!!! So we have reached the specified point at which I stopped writing yesterday, and I’ve now picked up where I left off.


Q: Are we ready to talk about “steady-state(s)?”


A: ?¿?


Q: What about under the pretexts of “change” as it relates to “steady-state(s)?”


A: ¿?¿


That’s what I thought.




^Martin Gore – Featherlight [Kernfusion]^


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Nothing


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So let’s think about “The Physical Laws”…k?


Now, let’s think about “Evolution”…k?


Now that we have those in mind, let’s think about “The Big Bang”…k?


Got all those?


Good.


So let’s think Carbon and Hydrogen, and lets add “Carbon Dating” in that thought pile…k?


Q: Where is change as it relates to The Universe outside of Science and its Scientific Processes?


A: !!!


Yeah…IT AIN’T FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! !


It’s devoid of save for your own creative processes that further define the original whatever that you saw. As a result, ain’t choo gettin sidetracked?


Yeah…commercialism is gonna be a biggie in a finite life like ours. And just because you are selling under the auspices of “for the future and future generations”…doesn’t mean “the future nor its own generations” are buying it. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that “the call from the future” would prolly be something more akin to…




“HEY!!! PAST!!! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!”




I mean…our past left us the fuck alone…right?


So yeah…the process of change as it relates to changes, as it relates to changing.




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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛


Here, Dear Reader, I would like to bring to your attention a instance of our Past of very much NOT leaving us the fuck alone… And it has to do with will…


Cade and Roob convo Friday night


That’s the experience of inhabitants of the Blue (Smoking) Universe…







*Anything more you want to add hear, Clicky?*


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I’m thinking about the movie “There Will Be Blood” with respect to “Infinite Anything” here…and the comment that the character Daniel Plainview made to his right-hand man Fletcher after their Sunday Ranch well comes in…


“What are you looking so miserable about? There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet! No one can get at it except for me.”


So you find your infinite power source, you build your machines to harness it and distribute it…and irrespective of where you think I am going with this…you may or may not be right.


Weird how that works, eh?


Anyway…you got your machine that is going to last forever harnessing forever energy forever. Sounds kinda…”locked in”…eh?


What about the changes outside of this machine?


What about the changes inside of this machine?


Are you sucking?


Or blowing?


Or both?


Or neither?


When and where?


Are you sure that an Electron, is an Electron, is an Electron?


Always and forever?


Yes. I am suggesting that the conditions of the machine and within the machine that harnesses this whatever will actually potentially create a time-rift that is likely to be undetectable and non-discernible. So the question becomes, as time progresses normally outside of this rift, is the non-changing aspect of the machine and its energy/energies having additional unknowable types of affects on this time change?


We are most likely dealing with vacuums if we are talking about energy production/harnessing/creation. And even if we aren’t, we should be, because the transportation/redirection of energy itself is going to require, and vacuums of its own volition and of its own accord…so…yeah. Maybe this Vacuum of Space ain’t really what we think it is.


I still say that with enough speed, I can travel through space with no environmental suit nor supplemental Oxygen, and will be able to breathe just fine. Just gotta think vibration(s) and color(s) and adjust trajectory accordingly. Not that I am willing to test this theory as of yet. 😛




^Charlie Adshead – Havana (Dj Entwan Remix)^


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So thinking about it now…are you sure that you’ve not harnessed a single Electron in a loop, and that Electron is moving both so fast and so slow simultaneously, that it actually gives the appearance of countless numbers of Electrons? Moreover…are you sure that is actually an Electron that you’ve harnessed?


Yes, my thinking varies a little with respect to “Tempo Rare-E States of Matter” in that one particle may behave like a Proton here, and like an Electron there, but the particle in question is actually neither at any of these times. If you keep the paths and pathways that facilitate the observation of these particles and energies in mind? Yeah…I don’t think its such a stretch to think that a Neutrino may sometimes actually behave exactly like a Proton or Electron here and there. That’s what you are looking for right? A Proton or Electron?


So…if a Neutrino needed to transverse your pathway, irrespective of reason, how would this Neutrino achieve this? Mutation? Nah…too close to Fusion, eh? I mean…you’re simultaneously searching for “The Ghost in The Machine” right?


Q: What are you gonna do when you find it?


Q: What are you gonna do when it finds you?


Q: Who found who?


Q: Does it matter?


Yeah…I think there is a lot more to blank spaces than we like to think.




^AFXS – On (Kaiq Remix)^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛




Nothing


*Again? /snorks…*


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It seems that there are far too many shapes and states to limit and define particles in the way Science is attempting to do so. It prohibits change. Which means it prohibits changing. To me, that says that not only are you attempting to attain destruction? You are also attempting to ensure it. You are attempting to milk that whatever part and particle you are working with, and you are going to entrap it until it no longer exists. Or at least, as best as you can.


Good thing Nature doesn’t work this way, eh? Or at least, keeps the machinery and mechanics that do this within nature far from us. But even that is on a timeline, eh? And who knows where that begins? How it began, how it begins, how it ends, how it ended.




^Ahmet Mecnun – Smell Of Jasmine (Original Mix)^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛


Nothing


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Guess I’ll use Magnetism as my model for freezing time seeing as it is prolly the most active indicator that we have of time, we just haven’t figured out how to read it yet. Prolly because of our reliance on the clock and clocks as we’ve designed them. Which I find weird, since I can think of two times in recent history when time has been adjusted and/or corrected. That doesn’t bode well for Carbon Dating as far as I can tell.


But neither do I think that time is going to be some aggregate of sources of time, primarily because contextualizing context in the way that we do seems to have the effect of removing all context, save for the contextualization mechanism itself. Which is damn weird seeing as how you just put everyone on the same damn timeline that they were already on, and their timeline has absolutely fuckall to do with yours except when they cross.


I mean yeah, not always…but basically. I’m not ready for fields just yet, even tho I’m dancing all around them.




^David Aurel – Shut Up (Original Mix)^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛


‘Shut Up’… Seems the perfect time to end Part 2 of The Experiment, Dear Reader…




… Besides, I’ve got some housework to do and the tea to make. Part 3 will follow later. The time is 17:56 on Whitsun Sunday 28th May 2017… Time for a Song…




 


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Sumthing a little different today, Dear Reader. A missive from The Okie Devil butt… you’ll C…


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Happy Saturday Douchebags!!!


Happy Saturday Scumbags!!!


Happy Saturday Trashbags!!!


Happy Saturday Shitbags!!!


Happy Saturday Bagbags!!!


Happy Saturday *bags!!!




^deadmau5 - Strobe (Kozmodrum RePlay)^


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*Oi! Stop laughing. This isn’t funny… /scans down… Fuck! He’s put these in throughout, Clicky… /:O… And it’s another nine pager…*




*Knot at all, Clicky… /sniffs… Well, we’ll see… Shall we? *




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I wrote most (meaning most all of what I wrote yesterday) of the shit below yesterday…


so some of this shit may appear to be out of synch…


and it is…


but not really…


no one is reading it anyway…so…meh.


It's 09:01 AM on Saturday 27 May 2017.


Just in case you were w(o/a)ndering.




^Depeche Mode – So Much Love (Neverdogs Bootleg)^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛


It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!




*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*




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Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.




^No Mana feat. Zashanell – Clear (REZZ Remix)^


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At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and


A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and


B) mingle their flavor with the beans.


But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?


To create an instability? 


However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.


Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?


A: ...


I think it is.




^No Mana Strobe Remix^


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Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.


(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)


Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.




^REZZ – Cryptic^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛




In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.




*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*


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If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?


Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.


(dark matter)




^deadmau5 – Snowcone^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛




It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…


Cade and Roob convo before Doctor Who episode


… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…


…with a dwarf thrown in for good measure.







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So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.




^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^


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We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.


Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?


Yep.


Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?


Yep.


Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?


Yep.


Q: But why?


A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.


We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.




^Kaskade & Skrillex – Lick It (Official Video)^


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WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!


Yep.


Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.


I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…


Q: Can you explain French wines to me?


A: ¿?¿


Everything is important.


It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.




^No Mana – Fade^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛




*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*


wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.




vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.


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Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.


There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.


That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.


That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.


Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.




^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^


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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛






*Well I am now, Clicky… I’ve never eaten chicken fried steak… Sounds delish…*




*Okay, let’s stop for lunch and we’ll pick this up again later in Part 2, Clicky…*




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I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…


Juju posts birthday pixs of Roob on FB.png


Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).


Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…


frank spencer


*No, knot that one, Clicky…*


…He was a very funny colleague of mine from John Lewis, who took a leap of faith and became a stand up comedian.


Question from Kit Kat: “Why have you got a black spot on your forehead?”


Answer: It’s the photo, darling. I’ve got blue eyes in my copy… I coloured them in myself.


Blue eyed shining Roo


Question from Loopy: “Do you know where my shoes are?”


Answer: Where did you leave them, sweetie? …/sigh…




I also got a missive from Cade, set out below, and when I got to work, I got a bunch of cards and a bunch of flowers. I took in cake. The cake was extremely well received.


Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy The Okie Devil’s latest, Dear Reader, and will catch you at the bottom ❤


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Sup bitches?


I don’t have much to say today.


But I have a lot of time to say it in, and a lot of words to say it with…


and so…


…let us commence to silently conversing amongst ourselves, eh?


HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!




^The Final Cut – I Believe In You (1992)^


btyytld


A lot of this not much that I’m thinking about, is actually…not much. Haven’t talked about a lot of this stuff in a long time, and the few people that I’ve tried to talk about this shit with were always like…




“DUDE!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!”




And there was another segment that was always suggesting that thinking about such things was foolish and dangerous, and I should try to think about not thinking about it.


😐


Not that I don’t have the ability to focus, because I do possess that ability. I just tend to drift wherever I drift, and have learned to accept this defect as an ability….a gift. Mainly because of the places that it takes me. Lotta nothing there, and a lotta nothing in between, but that’s kinda the point. Fill in the blanks, create more blanks. This usually results in a lot of blank stares.


Not that I am the only one with this ability, as I see people just like me/people who think like me virtually everywhere. I see it in pictures, I see it in film, I see it in text/books, I see it in conversations. But even the weirdos hate talking about this shit, even with other weirdos. Not me tho. I love talking about it. I don’t care who. If they are listening and are interested, they’ll start talking at some point.


Anyway, I didn’t talk about much anymore after hooking up with whatshername. It takes a lot of time to think about some of these things, and even longer to talk about it. Whatshername has an interest in some of the same things. But it was clear rather early on, that even her interests in these things varied wildly and radically from mine. Mainly…her dogma was/is…




“It’s OK if I have supernatural abilities and/or super-powers, as long as I am the only one that has them.”




Very revealing.


<le yikes>




^The Final Cut – Broken^






“Do I know you?”




Weird thought, eh?


Sure…it’s a strange question to ask a stranger.


But as I think about it now, the thought behind such a question is even…stranger.


Even stranger to ask a stranger if they know what you know you don’t know.


Or is that really where you wanted to go/what you wanted to know?


Or do you want to know if this stranger presents a danger…to you?


And what about “you?” What are you going to do?


If this stranger presents a danger…do you…introduce them to your shoe?


Via kick? Or is it thrown? Who is this life that you now own?


Where springs this knowing of the unknown?


Via 1’s via 2’s, interaction? Interacting? Do I choose?


But what if you lose?


Perhaps it would be better…to introduce your…shoes.


They are yours, afterall…custom made just for yoose.


This way…no win, no lose.


If that is what yoose so choose to doos anyhoos.




^The Pixies Hang wire live 1990^


(above song is via/per request-ish type suggestion)




X: What are you doing?


Cade: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!


X: I’m gonna chunk your ass out into space, wrap you around a black hole a few times…and THEN…I’m gonna get REALLY creative.


Cade: lolz…do tell?


X: No. It would spoil the surprise.


Cade: Thanks?


X: You’re welcome.


Cade: 🙂


X: 😉


Cade; Ya know…if you wanted to say something…you coulda just said so.


X: Where’s the fun in that?


0: Yeah, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the creativity in that?


Cade: I wasn’t trying to be procedural…nor even trying to establish procedures.


Z: And yet…that’s exactly what will happen.


Cade: Sounds fair, and I get that. But I only know what I know.


B: Are you saying, that this “challenge/response” is somehow…”ingrained” in you?


Cade: Well…isn’t it?


X: I’ll ask the questions around here pal.


Cade: lolz…k. lol


0: And…”make the statements.” 😉


Cade: Obviously. So…


X: Procedures and protocols.


Cade: Lemme guess…”you designed them.”


Z: Something like that.


A: I had a hand in it as well.


Cade: Well…BY ALL FUCKING MEANS!!! Don’t tell me what they are!!!


X: Sounds like a plan.


Cade: 😀


X: …


0: …bbl…




^The Judy’s – “Joey the Mechanical Boy” (1981)^


I’m easily distracted.


What about you?


You easily distracted?


Maybe “the distracted” is the problem and not “the distraction.”


Mass layoffs…I suggest them.


Problem(s) = SOLVED! Next!




^Cocteau Twins – Cherry-Coloured Funk (piano cover)^




Hmmm…I notice that Jennyburger made a video.


I know nothing about any of that crap she is talking about.


But to be fair, I don't know what I'm talking about.


Sooo……um…..yeah.


No idea what any of that means.


I do know that my younger sister dated JFK Jr. for a while.


Seems that JFK Jr. had trouble with an aircraft as well at some point.


But…all things being equal, nothing really unusual about people dying in and around aircraft.


Nor anywhere else for that matter.


/me shrugs




^Time Traveling Rockefellers – Death of Richard Rockefeller 2014 Part I^


Q: What did the inner epidermis say to the ingrown hair?


A: What are you doing in hair?




^True Facts About The Armadillo^


pgavd4s


 


Mine Kafon Drone


Demining


Land Mine


Eindhoven


Droog (Company)


Tactical


Military Tactics


Tractics


Wargaming


War Game


Tactical Voting


United States Presidential Election, 1992


James Stockdale


Citizenship


Resident


Residency (Medicine)


Northwestern Department of Emergency Medicine-Rotations by Year


Yale Residency Training Programs-Rotation Schedule


Stratego


Toy Soldier


Joe Toye


William Guarnere


Foy, Belgium


Norman Dike


Peter O’Meara


Strange


The Stranger


Strange


Stranger


St. Ranger, eh? Must be on some kind of crusade for sainthood.




^The Judy’s ‘Wilma A Go Go’^


es-


en-


Entelechy


Schema


Schema


Danger


Danger


I had no intention of writing anything this morning, but that’s pretty much how it always starts. One wrong turn to the correct wrong place can send my mind spinning. Not that I have anything particularly interesting to say…but they are my thoughts. You ain’t gotta read em’. It’s your time. You know how best to spend it. But this latest whatever has me thinking about “public.”


Meaning: I wonder what was going on in that area where the US recently dropped a MOAB, and I wonder what was going on at the time it was dropped?


Prolly just a bunch of filthy terrorists sitting in a mud and rock hut in the middle of fucking nowhere, planning their next terrorist attack.


Q: How many plans does “The West” have?


A: ...?...¿...?...


Q: How much planning does “The West” do?


A: ...¿...?...¿...


Q: Are these “plans” and “planning” correct?


A: ó¿ó




^The Judy’s – You Never Call Me^


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Restitution


There is no way out of this web.


Just sayin’.




^Opposite Day – Carrots – 23 July 2016 – Sidewinder, Austin TX^




There’s a theme of “separation” that I’ve been noticing here and there lately. Many times, I have noticed that this concept of separation has been introduced under the auspices of “augmentation.” Especially augmentation via a separate separation that is…erm…either hidden, ignored, inconsequential, or maybe even just missed entirely. Yeah…a process and or action that is easily dismissable.


EX: At Merovee the other day, a commenter called RAGNAROK made a comment under a comment that I had made.


So yeah…augmentation of separation.


Sounds like “installing an uninstaller.”


Or an “engaging a disengager.”


Or “initiating a shutdown sequence.”


To me, this is a metaphor for “the present” or “present time.” That something that is so simultaneous with past and future, that we are able to stroll right through all three at the same time by simply existing. Prolly why we miss so much both while it’s happening AND when it’s gone. And yet…we do that “missing” from the present time which we are also missing. Prolly why we love order, concrete and rigidity so much. Regarding matter and motion…it seems to me that focus on one or the other can help us with both. Even if that means “staying the fuck out of it.”


Frees up choice to do some choozin.




^Megafauna – “Haunted Factory” [Music Video]^


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How distant does distant need to be, in order to be qualified as “distant?”


I mean, who steps right the fuck up to take ownership of a mine or landmine?


Are people lining up to say…”OH! That mine? That’s mine!”


Your money paid for it…right?


   Your needs required it.


Your government commissioned it.


Your companies designed and built it.


            Your needs required it again.


Your soldiers deployed and planted them where needed.


Q: Now what?


A: Is the answer..."Pack it in, pack it out?" Or is it more along the lines of "garbage in, garbage out?"


Where is all of this garbage coming from?


So yeah…”Spooky Action At A Distance.”


“Distance”…is relative.


Yeah…I dunno either.


I gots no answers.




^Clockwork Radio – Fever^


A: Everything is related to everything. I guess it's kindof a matter of when, and who is looking.




^Purson – Leaning On A Bear (Official Video)^


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I went outside to check the spider web on the front porch. My oldest is in the living room playing some old-assed video game on the Playstation 2, and my daughter was in the kitchen cooking her some lunch. VERY bright day…no clouds…cool and windy…blue sky filled with cottony tufts floating everywhere from the Cottonwood trees.


The spider is gone, but the web is still there. I asked my daughter to grab her camera, but she said she dropped it and broke it.


Cade: That sucks. You need to see this web…it would make a great picture…it’s full of cotton.


Elder Son: It’s cotton the web?


Cade: wah…wah…wah…nice one! lolz


Seeking meaning means finding it where you find it, and not necessarily where you think you should find it. That’s just been my experience tho. Not that I was questioned this week about “being contradictory” or anything. But I am contradictory, and I’m OK with that. It allows me to grow as far as I can tell. Not that I’ve grown any according to those that know me, as I still seem to be stuck at those errors in time that cannot be erased. Or is it that someone chooses not to erase them. Not that I favor erasing as it has a tendency to create gaps in knowing that create gaps in learning that create gaps in…wait….where was I going with this?


Oh yeah...nowhere in particular.




^Spiders – Shake Electric^




X: Are you conCERNed about all of this CERN innuendo?


Cade: A little.


T: Why?


Cade: My role.


T: Which is what?


Cade: …


0: That’s what I thought. You have no role and/or don’t know what it is.


Cade: I’m included for some reason, and that’s enough for me.


Z: Don’t you think that…”you outta know?”


Cade: /me shrugs


X: What about when you do know?


A: Assuming that you ever do know…


Cade: I dunno. How could I possibly know what I should know about what I don’t know when I don’t know it and may never know it?


X: Good point.


Cade: I don’t mind thinking about thinking.


X: You mean…THIN KING?


Cade: I guess so. It is pretty thin afterall.


X: So you are saying…what…exactly?


0: He wants to talk about membranes…is that it?


T: Give the boy a chance here.


B: …


Cade: lolz…thanks.


B: No problem. 😉


Cade: I did talk about membranes. In the previous whatever, and talked a bit more about them with Roob last night.


X: And what was said exactly?


Cade: She can post the convo if she wants, but it was basically that “membranes create/accommodate/facilitate motion.”


X: What about prohibition?


Cade: No thanks. I like drinking thank you very much.


X: No…you like to get slobbering drunk.


Cade: Why drink except to get drunk. Some of that stuff, if not most, tastes like shit


0: And how would you know what shit tastes like?


Cade: Via smell?


X: Now what on EARTH would smell have to do with taste and/or membranes?


Z: I wanna hear this…


Cade: Welp…if membranes aren’t allowed to function as designed, they forget.


X: Forget?


0: FORGET?!?!?


T: FORGET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Cade: How else can information be stored?


X: Oh my! You just opened a can of wormy let out cat bags there buddy.


Cade: lolz…”Wormy, Let-Out-Cat-Bags?” lolz


X: I like the way I said it better….but keep going.


Cade: OK…”wormy.”


A: As-in…”squigly.”


Cade: So…information exchange?


X: You got it! Keep going…


Cade: So…information preservation?


Z: Now we’re rollin’.


Cade: So…information exchange under the auspices and/or principles of information preservation?


X: All at the same time.


Cade: You had me at hello. I’ve been floored by some of the concepts that we’ve explored over the magnificence of the human body and/or as it pertains to life. But I still wonder about “answers to be had.”


0: You had me at had via “answers.”


Cade: Yep. There is much less standardization to be had here. Especially as how “standardization” relates to “standard.”


X: What’s with all the accentuation?


Z: Been wondering that myself.


Cade: Clarity. I guess anyway.


T: Guessing is unacceptable, and yet, many times the best we can do. Is that what you are saying?


Cade: Not that I like leading questions…but yeah.


X: Any why don’t you like leading questions?


B: Because he can both see where they are leading, and not see where they are leading, all at the same time.


X: Confusion?


Cade: Nope. That type of thinking is pretty clear to me. It’s the struggle of “cleverness via the moment” that dictates the victor.


X: And you think that moment or these moments, aren’t part of the path?


Cade: Sure they are. Just…prolly not “my” path.


Z: Meaning…”the path of preferred travel, by you, according to you.”


Cade: Something like that.


Z: Hmmmmm…..


X: Hmmmmm indeed.


0: I reluctantly agree.


Cade: Gee…thanks. :/


X: …




^Ruby the Hatchet: Vast Acid (Official)^


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So…if I transition to sitting down in a chair from a standing position…


Q: Are the membranes in my body working to prevent my blood and guts from falling out?


A: There are no answers to be had here, as too many questions have been omitted in favor of the one above.


So yeah…this precipice that you are trying to summit has already been reached. The question is…


Q: What are you reaching for now?


A: /?|¿|?\




^Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell – Nightmare (OFFICIAL)^


I struggle with the concept of “known” or “already known”…I really do. But the saving grace for me is knowing…not known. When discovery is forsaken for knowing…what are our options? Teaching?


BULLSHIT!!!


You, as a bitter bored and burned-out knowitall, are going to walk into a classroom, and expect to inspire wonder amongst the wanderers? Good fucking luck, and have fun spending your paycheck.


Sorry, but even a copy is original.




^BLACK MIRRORS – Funky Queen (Official Video) | Napalm Records^


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Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


Once upon a time…


...and they all lived happily ever after.


Cept for everyone that died.


And anyone that got butthurt and is still whining about it.


Or the ones we didn’t write about because we didn’t have enough time to include them due to previous obligations and/or contractual restraints and publishing deadlines.


Pray for a sequel and maybe we’ll get to them in the next iteration.


Prolly doesn’t bode well for them tho because of the carnage in the first story.


Meh…fuckit. They’re all dead and/or gone…who cares.




^IMMORTAL (Official) – “ALL SHALL FALL” music video HD^


HEY! Speaking of Black Metal, I noticed yesterday that Vegan Black Metal Chef has a new vid. It’s pretty fucking funny, and features Michael Winslow. I guess that explains all the sound effects in the vid.


Michael Winslow


Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”




^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^


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What’s the big deal with eggs and shit coming out of the same hole in chickens? They aren’t coming out at the same time. And even if they are, you ain’t gotta eat either one of them…so…yeah…chicken for dinner instead of eggs. My pee and spoo come out of the same hole. Just some creative piping and tubing going on there for reasons of simplicity. My penis seems to know when it’s doing one or the other, and sometimes even I know when my penis is doing one or the other. By comparison…all my stupid heart does is pump blood, and that’s the only thing it can do. No wonder it’s worthless.




^1 in 10 Women Have “The Missed Disease”^


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So…is “prevalence” what we need to be focused on? Or is focus and focusing still our problem? And what’s with this “we” shit all of sudden? That’s guys voice in the video above is similar to every other narrated video that I see on YouTube these days. I guess advertising is king on YouTube anymore, and as a result, the prevalence of similarity is very prevalent within a working model that has proven results. It sounds like the accentuation used in “happy stories” on the news amongst the mainstream media sources on broadcast television. Anyway…since Endometriosis has to do with membranes, let’s talk about it!


Endometriosis!!! We talked about it!!! TA-DA!!!


Mystery = SOLVED! Next!




^alt-J – Adeline (Official Audio)^


As I got to looking at the picture of those Mine Kafon Drones, I notice that the flat parts on the outside have a centerpiece that makes those plate looking things on the end appear like a bullet casing’s rim and the primer. This got me to thinking about inspiration and sources of inspiration, which got me to thinking about legacy.


The Middle-East…for example…what is “The West’s” legacy with respect to The Middle-East? Bomb shrapnel and bullet casings? As I read the Wikipedia article as to the creator’s inspiration for these anti-landmine drones, I pictured kids out walking and observing what they see. Just about anything and everything that they encounter…they are prolly going to studiously examine. I would imagine that casings are everywhere over there, so I see a kid sticking a stick inside of a bullet casing, then sticking many sticks inside of many bullet casings, tinkering with those and organizing them into shapes…and VOILA!!!


Mine Kafon Drones. 


Not that this is how this is how the designer came up with the design. But I’ve done my share of exploring and digging in the dirt and other places, and have happened upon a lot of crazy shit during those explorations. To me, the only thing crazier than the shit that people come up with, is their willingness to later toss that same something out irrespective of the reason and/or reasons.




^True Facts About The CuttleFish^


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Not to get the fossil-fuel fed reciprocating engine horsepower too far ahead of the shopping cart here, but there are only 7 shopping months left until Christmas.




^Cocteau Twins – Plain Tiger^


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When I was around 22/23, I developed a feasible method of teleportation. It scared me. Mainly because I developed this model and system under the auspices of making surgery as we know it obsolete.


In: As-Is


Out: Sans-whatever need be removed (Tumors, for example).


Lots of other things to think about here, more than just “removing a problem.” Reorganization, for one. Yep…taking the “problem tissue” and reorganizing it at the molecular/atomic/sub-atomic levels so that there is no loss in mass in the person. My thinking being, there is always going to be an issue with gain, loss and even no gain/no loss.


The more I thought about ways to bastardize this system, the more scary that these scenarios became. Such as…


1. Not removing anything, and intentionally distorting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.


2. Not removing anything, and intentionally inserting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.


And on and on. Gotta keep in mind that at the time, which was around 1990/1991, the computing power that I was thinking about/required for just the mass of an individual was staggering to think about. I was using a Tandy 1000 8086 with a 30 megabyte hard drive at that time just to run Cakewalk 1.0 for music, and that computer barely did that. Nevermind the abstract required in this teleportation situation…e.g. the soul, the spirit, consciousness, the pieces and part of the individual beyond simply “the body.”


This got me thinking about behavioral, and how to leave this out of the process. But it was impossible to think about. You CAN’T leave that out. Even if you address it for purposes of how to omit it, it’s all or nothing. Behavioral modification is a real possibility, and not just from the perspective of the trip through itself when everything goes exactly perfectly according to plan. Because a trip like that is going to have the effect of changing the person who traverses it, and there is no “finite” nor “negligible” when thinking like this. Otherwise, how do you accurate think about it? We’re talking about everything…right?




^The Final Cut – Primal Understanding^


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Now we gotta talk about the space and spaces in between. And not just and only the space and spaces in between here and there, but also the spaces and spaces that LEAD to the space and spaces between here and there. Lotta here’s and there’s to consider. I mean, you have no fucking clue who is gonna walk through your door nor when. Nevermind all of the passengers that a person brings with them. But that should help with the space and spaces that I am considering. Because suddenly…you went from one passenger, to countless passengers aboard a passenger of passageways, that will now be a passenger and passengers among a passageway of passageways.


WHEW!!! 


Yeah…lots to think about there. Not that “normal” space travel is by any means easy. Because we are basically talking about the same thing via different methods that really don’t differ that much.


SAY WHAT?!?!?! YOU'RE SAYING THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ROCKET-POWERED SPACEFLIGHT AND TELEPORTATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Yep.




^The Final Cut – A Dance for the Saints^


Prolly a lot of people will dismiss much of that thinking with regards to space as excessive. Possibly even unnecessary and/or irrelevant. Which, if that’s true, I guess my Social Security Number doesn’t mean jack shit. Nor my work record. Nor my immunization records. Nor any other records and record keeping.


Or is that really how we view the future from the past via the present? A bunch of blips and markers that have been subjugated to all kinds of reviews that have been reviewed and classified according to other similar results in order to quantify and classify as to the lowest common denominator for a given situation?  Taking a chance at nulling out chance under the banner of order? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for order. Especially when it’s right and I don’t have to go back through the drive-thru or go inside because it’s wrong. And stop being so goddamn skimpy with the ketchup while yer at it. It’s damn near $10.00 for a McMeal these days. Surely you can spring for a little ketchup.




^The Final Cut – U.F.O.T.M.^


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No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.


Spondylolysis


No spaces nor gaps there either.




^Foetus – “White Knuckles” (1980)^


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Speaking of spaces…owl ears, owl eyes, owl feathers, owl design, etc..


Owl get right to it.




^True Facts About The Owl^


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I ain’t gonna tell you what to do or not to do. You wanna spend your time wrangling with this shit? Knock yerself out. It’s your time. I’ll help all I can, and I am willing to do that and will help in any way that I can. But if it comes down to a trust pissing contest? Welp…when? Meaning, when do I need to break your trust in order to be untrustworthy? Seems to me that if you are assured that I will break your trust at some point, I never did anything to earn your trust in the first place, nor could I ever earn your trust, so I’m pretty much off the hook from the onset since I had no say in the matter.


100% of my truths are true.


100% of my lies are true. I mean…untrue. I mean untruthful. I mean, it’s true that my lies are true and truthful/are truly lies…or something.


I guess truth ain’t so hard to find afterall.


Q: Did you stumble?


A: Prolly some truth in there then, irrespective of how you answered.


I guess we’ll be needing facts now.


Now we just gotta work on those trust issues.


Or…you can work on the by yourself.


Whatever.


❤




^Concrete Blonde – Joey HQ^


APTOPIX Afghanistan Britain Fighting


Must be something important there.


My suggestion? Use them a while, then over the shoulder.


Buncha worthless fucking junkies feeding junk into themselves via junk from a junky country.




^Ministry – “Over The Shoulder” (Official Music Video)^


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cYa | cFa




^Extreme Low Level Flight^


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Hello again!  I hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…




*No, I told you, Clicky… knot that Michael Crawford… /rolls eyes…*


Have a birthday Song…



	


	


			
				


			

			
Missive From ‘Merica: Bugged Out!
		
	
	

		
Yesterday I saw that there had been a nuclear incident in Washington State, Dear Reader. Hanford. Red Frank included it in his latest MEROVEE post…




… I thought that would be the major news story of the day, BUTT THEN…




… The Prez only went and sacked James Comey…




*The ultimate Comey over, Clicky? …/rolls eyes…*


Anyhoo… Cade has kindly furnished the LoL with a spiffing, mid-week missive that I simply must share with you… So the question is…




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Sup.


I was just outside stretching my legs and checking out the weather, when I saw the goddamndest of things…a motherfucking BUMBLEBEE!!! I’ve not seen a Bumblebee in forever. I’ve been stung by a Bumblebee…twice even. But those didn’t sting as bad as this sting. Where have they been? Where have they been hiding?


As I was watching this Bumblebee fly from flower to flower in it’s odd “more straight-lines” type of flying…I noticed a what I thought was a Mud-Dauber, or as we call them here…Dirt-Daubers, but it was too large. Three other odd looking wasps were also buzzing around, but they were much smaller, and looked like those kinda fly/wasp hybrids that science has argued about as to whether they are flies or wasps. Anyway…this fucking Bumblebee was huge.




^The Trashmen – Surfin Bird – Bird is the Word 1963 (RE-MASTERED) (ALT End Video) (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^




On a related note…yesterday, whatshername and my daughter were driving home from the library, and she said she had to pull the car over because a huge fucking hornet or wasp flew into the car as they were driving. She said that she pulled off the road, and both of them rapidly evacuated the car. I’m assuming that they needed to evaluate/re-evaluate priorities objectively…the first order of business being surviving long enough to stop the car, and re-negotiate the temporary transfer of ownership from this winged interloper.


Whatshername said that once they got out, she remembered that she had left the electric air-mattress pump in the car from their last camping trip, so she plugged it in and flushed the intruder out from under the seat where it was hiding with hurricane force winds. She said that it was HUGE, and sounded confused as to what it actually was due to its size…so I’m wondering if it was not a wasp nor hornet…but rather…a Cicada Killer.




^MR. BASS MAN ~ Johnny Cymbal (1963)^




Turns out…it was an Ichneumonoidea Wasp…


I vaguely recall these things, but they are more scary looking than anything.


Cicada

Locust

Sphecius (Redirected from Cicada killer)

Sphecius Speciosus

Mud Dauber

Crabronidae


I guess when insects begin to wonder where all of the wood/woods went? Humans might stop and wonder…


Q: Where did all the animals go?


A: ???


Pro Tip: Check the side of the road.




^Who Put The Bomp – Barry Mann^


I guess I could start to quote “Roadkill Statistics” here…but I’m not going to. And not to make some vague connection between Lyme Disease and Deer, but you prolly pretty much know whether or not you live in a state that has deer. If you do live in a state that has deer, you can pretty much bet that there are prolly around 100,000 reported cases of deer roadkill in your state each and every year. If only half of the states in the USA has deer, that’s 2,500,000 reported cases each year.


These are very rough estimates of my own, based on past research where the numbers for states like Texas, Virginia, West Virginia and New York were between 70,000 to 100,000 per year. When I lived in West Virginia, there was a saying that most residents said to newcomers…




“Have you hit a deer with your car yet? No? You will.”






^Emiliana Torrini – White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane cover)^




I took a shower last night for the first time in over two months. Yep…there is a reason/reasoning and purpose in my not showering/bathing, and it’s not simply a matter of…




“seeing how bad I can smell.”




Yeah, I used to wear deodorant/antiperspirant, and shave with shaving cream and use aftershave, and use anti-dandruff shampoo, and all kinds of different soaps and stuff…but I stopped. My skin had gotten to the point to where it was not only extremely painful to live in because it was so goddamn dry…but it was like my skin was literally squeezing me to death.


The shower last night was extremely painful. A lot of burning, and wads and clumps of “dead-skin” and dirt and God knows what else coming off. Laying down in bed afterwards was a fucking nightmare minus the fucking part(s). Lotta pulling and tugging and cracking and bleeding. Lotta pain. I’m trying NOT to think of some of my childhood experience(s) with burning…because I am sick and fucking tired of both trying to remember some of the details, as well as trying to forget some of the other details…all so that I can think about neither.


That may not make much sense to some if not most who read this…but the only reason that I am trying to remember some of this shit is because of the potential benefits for someone else. Someone else who might have the unfortunate circumstance of an event or events, that result in some major pain and pains that are unknown to many, and how these people can possibly fathom living “a normal/normal-ish life” while in so much pain. Not that my efforts make me some superhero or anything…but I’ve done it. Lots of screaming and yelling and begging and pleading and confusion and all sorts of nutty craziness. Hopefully, I can help someone…or at least, help inspire someone to help themselves.




^Feist – Sea Lion Woman^




I’m not suggesting that everyone needs to suddenly decide to visit their local burn unit. But yeah…if you feel compelled to do so? Yeah…maybe you should do just that.




^Sea Lion Sea Line Women of the Pacific Rim | ELDER MOUNTAIN^


So…if someone were to get some really REALLY nasty burns on themselves, and were to get a really REALLY nasty case of Shingles on top of those burns/scars/scarring…


Q: What would “Nature’s Purpose” be for compounding such a tragedy with another tragedy and/or more tragic events?


A: …


I’m gonna go ahead and take a guess here, that maybe, just maybe…nature isn’t sure how to deal with a traumatic event, as it relates to an individual. Meaning: Nature prolly knows burns and burning VERY fucking well. What nature DIDN’T know…was that you as an individual would at some point be burned very badly, nor when, but nature DID and DOES know you, and what you have been through up to the point when you got burned.


Burns + Shingles = Fighting Fire With Fire?


There’s more to consider than just “physical pain” or even “emotional pain/emotional trauma” here. And maybe this is how we can join these two together, in order to see that they are already joined, always have been joined, and our part and parts as humans is what has divided them for the purpose and purposes of serving one or the other, and not necessarily both.




^The Ventures – Wipeout live in Japan 1966^


It’s cloudy and cool today. A little muggy/humid, but the low hanging clouds and cool breezes make that OK. Its felt like rain a time or two, but those feelings passed quickly. Not much smells better than Texas Rain. But I must admit that I love the smell of a hot Texas summer afternoon. 100+ degrees, moderate humidity, and a strange smell of rain, where the possibility of none exists.


This makes me think of “the mirages” that we get here during the summer. The image of standing water in the distance where there is none when you get there. We are told that this is “an optical illusion.” But I’m betting that the concept of “Metallic Hydrogen” might just help to dispel this conclusion. Not necessarily as myth or even a myth…but more along the line of “temporary states of matter” that do not necessarily require an observer in order to exist, but this perspective and these perspectives help us to understand or better understand the layer and layers of The Ether.


Anyway…yeah…the water and water vapor is there. And don’t tell me it isn’t. If it’s 105 degrees outside, and the humidity level is still somehow at 40%? Yeah…its there.




^PIPELINE – The Chantays^




So…if I were to propose, that every single atom of Methane in the entirety of The Universe, is indeed connected to each other…would that sound completely impossible? Let’s think String Theory here. If all of these atoms are connect via strings of energy…find me the first and the last atom in the chain. We’ll call these…”Stings on Strings.” So…now…


Q: Which is it? The first? Or the last?


A: Yeah…both…all at the same time.


Just because you isolate something, doesn’t mean that it is isolated. It simply means that it has been isolated using the methods and means in which you have employed to isolate…erm…whatever it is that you have isolated. So…let’s “up the difficulty level” here…


Q: What about the particles of this atom that we have isolated? Are you assuming that they are isolated as well?


A: ???


What if you’re wrong. What if, it is indeed possible, that an atom of Methane or Helium that you have isolated, is in fact…only partially here? ESPECIALLY if you have employed methods specifically designed to “break this atom apart” or isolate certain elements of this atom. It’s Proton/Protons…for example. What if, by this action, you have actually started a chain reaction, that has sent part and or parts of this atom to the furthest reaches of The Universe? Sound impossible?


Think: Information Preservation and/or Conservation Principles. That should help.


I mean…if a part or particle is being made to behave in a way that is contrary to its design and “normal” function? Would you really expect any sort of other behavior?


Q: What on this planet, does not “fight” for its own survival?


A: I wonder where this concept originates?


Am I “being too finite” here?


Odd.


I wouldn’t think that ANYTHING would be outside the realm of possibility within this universe.




^The Ventures – Walk — Don’t Run (original) – [STEREO]^


I dunno. Prolly just talking out of my ass.


Talking out of my ass…regarding Methane.


That's funny.


Not really…but yeah…it kinda is.




^The Shadows – Apache (1960)^






“So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.”


Matthew 20:16 (KJV)






^Booker T. & The MG’s – Time Is Tight (1969) HQ^


Soooo….what choo up to today?


Having a good day/evening/morning or whatever?


Great.


Seriously…I think that’s great.


❤




^The Tornados – Telstar (HQ)^




I’d like to thank RooBeeDoo for her continued efforts in putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to write/think/write about what I’m thinking about.


🙂




^”1959″ “Sleep Walk”, Santo & Johnny Farina (H.D.)^




cYa | cFa




^OUT OF LIMITS – THE MARKETTS – (ORIGINAL VERSION) 1962^


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*Oh very good, Clicky… /chuckles… Song?*




*Ooh, you’re on form tonight… /pats snout…*


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Missive From ‘Merica: Con Templating Times and Tings… N’est-ce Pas?
		
	
	

		
I’ve really not been in the best of moods today, Dear Reader…




*No, Clicky, I’m not saying…*




*No, Clicky, work is fine…*




*No, nothing wrong at home either… Stop probing me… We’ve a missive from Cade to post…*




*Yes! Alright, it’s fucking mad world, Clicky, and I’m as mad as fucking hell…*




*One headline, why believe it? Because it isn’t just one headline… it’s just the latest… /sigh… Come on, Clicky, Cade’s post… There’s a massive Wiki Wavy Wall that needs your attention… Meet you at the bottom…*


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It occurs to me, that no matter what level you ascend to, or descend to, or remain at…there always remains somewhere else to go. Afterall, what’s the point of getting somewhere? Even if you had no idea what in the hell you were gonna do when you got somewhere? Is knowing important “en route?” Is it always important? Or have you gotten too focused on the asshole that is tailgating you? Too focused on the asshole in front that impeding your progress? Surrounded by idiots in traffic with nowhere to go? Not allowing things to develop as they do, might stunt your growth in ways your aren’t even considering.




^Vanessa Sukowski Feat. Terry Lynn – Cup (Raumakustik Remix)^


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The many pathways of RNA degradation


Question: How Many Human Pathways Exist In Kegg Database?


Bioinformatics

Genomics

Dideoxynucleotide

Mental

Mental Disorder

Aberration of Light

Aberration

Relativistic Aberration

Chromosome Abnormality

Fiberglass

American Cyanamid

Pheochromocytoma

How many pathways to pheochromocytoma?

Adrenal Gland

Cancer Syndrome

Tumor Suppressor Gene

Oncogene

List of Cancer-Causing Agents Grows

Carcinogen

Mutagen

Pancreas

Chyme

Chakra

The Many Pathways of Emergency Management

The Many Pathways of RNA Degradation

Many Pathways to Student Success in Mathematics: Middle and High School Math Course Sequences and Placement Decisions in the Math in Common Districts

Many pathways toward sustainability: not conflict but co-learning between transition narratives

Sustain

Sustainability


Thinking about “the synchros” and “the storms” and “the chakras”…what could POSSIBLY cause a change in direction of the natural flow of energy/energies and matter, within the body, that may result in unforeseen changes?


Q: What are “foreseen changes?”


A: ???


Q: What are “unforeseen changes?”


A: ?¿?


Q: When?


A: ¿?¿




^Jackie Mayden – Raver Crystals (Kastis Torrau Remix)^


giphy

Marcello Malpighi

Epidermis

Prana

Energy (Esotericism)

Shakti

Olorun

Supreme Being


Cade: So…erm…is that your name then? “Supreme Being?”

X: Don’t get smart with me.

Cade: Welp…if I can’t get smart with you…who can I get smart with?

X: You don’t really think that you are talking to/with God do you?

Cade: No. Only “crazy people” do that. But it would be cool to talk with God.

X: What about my…erm…I mean…what about “God’s Minions?”

Cade: Sure…I’d talk to them.

X: Now we’re talkin. Carry on.




^Raumakustik – Activate^




I don’t really have anything particular to talk about currently…so…I’ll tell a racist joke.


There was a truck driver driving a load of bowling balls from one side of the country to the other, and was on a tight schedule so he was speeding most of the way. He was driving through a particular “in the middle of nowhere” section of this journey, when he noticed two black men hitchhiking. He felt sorry for them, and even though he was not supposed to pick-up riders, he stopped to pick them up anyway. However, he told them that they would need to ride in the back in the trailer in the event that anyone saw him with riders in the cab of his truck.


The truck driver is speeding along, when a cop car appears in his rear-view mirror and pulls him over.


There are two cops in the car, one of which goes to the cab and starts to write the driver a ticket, and the other proceeds to the back of the truck to inspect the driver’s load.


After a few minutes, the officer that was inspecting the back of the truck comes running towards the front, and yells at the officer writing the ticket…


Officer #2: Hey man we need to go.

Officer #1: I’m almost finished writing the ticket…just hold on a minute.

Officer #2: No…you don’t understand man…we need to leave NOW! This guy is hauling a whole truckload of Nigger Eggs, and two of them have done hatched!




^Hosse – Ready For This (Raffa FL Remix)^


Most people would think that the preceding joke is racist…and it is. But who is it racist towards? All kinds of stuff going on in that particular missive. Ignorance being one of them. I mean…if you are “Whitey”…and you live in “Whiteyville”…what is racist about that? Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”


Q: What color is White?


A: ???


So let’s flip-flop the dynamic.


If you are “Darkey”…and you live in “Darkeyville”…what is racist about that?


Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”


Q: What color is Black?


A: ???


We know what we know. And until that changes, we only know what we know. Isn’t that the goal of many governments and organizations as we in “The Western World” think of these organizations and their purpose/purposes? To wind up building and maintaining “Mayberry?” To “get back to the old-ways” or “get back to the good ol’ days” or “get back to basics?”


You need a fucking quorum to do that.


The only people I see kicking down doors are well represented.




^Paul C – Carneval (Original Mix)^


Somebody won some election somewhere in some kind of landslide victory yesterday or something.


<yawn>




^Bontan – The First Time^




I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I posted a few days ago.


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As I was writing the previous sentence, it occurred to me “how do I word this” since I don’t really consider what I write “mine and mine alone” since Roob edits, formats and posts these things that I write. So what occurred to me, is to word it like this…


I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I/Roob posted a few days ago.


I’ve been trying to lay off of any formatting of any text that I send her, and leave it to her discretion as to what to make of what I write. But I also want it to be clear that we are indeed two different people with two different lives living in two different places that are thousands of miles apart…but we are working together.


Q: What are we working for/work towards?


A: I dunno. Any suggestions?


Anyway…I’ve been thinking about the dynamics of motion within the form of design and purpose. Especially as they relate to this “holographic universe” that everyone is so fucking hot-to-trot about. I can see it. At least, I think that I can see it. But the ways that I see it is in a way that I’ve really never heard anyone describe.


What I see is templates that are overlaid to create a template. And these templates are overlaid to create even more templates. If you add time, motion, and focus in there, maybe this is why some get confused as to the purpose and purposes of these templates, and how these templates sometimes create holographic representations that seem to operate outside of the normal boundaries of time and space.


EX: A mountain. Add a “Matrix Movie” type of overlay over that mountain, in order to show what the underlying structure and structures are made up of, and suddenly, you think that you have seen “the core” of the design as it relates to the “as-is” portion of that mountain. However, thinking about it now, it not only shows the underlying, but the overlay and overlays as they relate to the in/out and through.


Maybe this is why I think that “subduction” as science currently views it is horseshit.


You see rising and lowering.


I see waffling.




^Raumakustik – Dem A Pree (Patrick Topping Remix)^


Energy conservation is important.


Information retention is important.


Energy Exchange and Information Exchange are important.


So…why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time? Why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time…forever and for all-time?


A: Destruction.


When destruction becomes disinformation that is misunderstood, it seems to me that destruction and creation are taking place at the same time under the banner of reorganization. So yeah…I think you’ve found what you are looking for. You just don’t understand what you are looking for maybe. Don’t understand what you are looking at maybe. Find the beginning…find the end.


Q: How can you find the beginning and the end, all from the middle?


A: Hmmmmmmmmm....I wonder.


Guess we aren’t as alone as we thought, eh?




^Sidney Charles – Make Me Moove feat. Lady Vale^




If part of my skin “develops a pull”…doesn’t that equate to a push that will result in a pull somewhere else? Yeah, I’m thinking about injury/injuries and scarring here, but I am also thinking about something else…pimples. Acne, pimples, sores, wounds that won’t heal, repetitive injuries, Carpal Tunnel…shit like that.


If I eat a frozen dinner that contains a shitload of preservatives and artificial flavors and all kinds of crazy salts and oils and fats and proteins and whatnot, and then I go out and exercise, and I hurt myself while exercising…


Q: What effect(s) does that injury have on my body’s available energy/energies and potential sources of matter for dealing with that unforeseen event/events?


A: Smells like mutation.


Well…it smells of mutation to me. But then again, I’m a complete fucking weirdo and nutjob.




^’Feline Good’ – Aristocats jazz/dance/funk/breakbeat remix^


So…the body says something like…




“Ya know…that whatever right there? It’s very similar to what I normally use/am used to, but not quite. How can I make this work?”




I guess I find it ironic that we are walking-talking-thinking-learning machines, encapsulated in a walking-talking-thinking-learning machine, that is made up of walking-talking-thinking-learning machines…and yet, we get confused as shit as to who is doing what and when and why…all while trying to figure out who is doing what and when and why, all while ignoring who is doing what and when and why.


That particular thought and thoughts and sentence may give the appearance that I am intentionally attempting to be ambiguous. But when you add time and times over time into that thought and those thoughts, it may be indicative as to why we miss so much in our thinking, and maybe even some indicators as to why we can never seem to “catch up to the present.”


If all of your whatever requires gadgetry of your own design to describe what isn’t there…erm…that sounds almost…erm…I hate to use this term here…but…it sounds a little…”Orwellian”? Grabbing something that is there, via something that is not yet here, via something that may never be. Maybe my seeing “Neutrons” listed on that “Carcinogens” list that I have above from 2007? Yeah…let’s produce more of those. Let’s create a double inverse of Protons and Electrons, Neutrons, and let’s produce a fuckton of them since “THEY ARE POWERFUL!!!”


They are powerful? No shit Sherlock. I wonder what this “excess of Neutrons” is going both attract AND repel?




^Disney Aladdin – Electro House Remix^


Meh…I gots no answers…and people are gonna do whatever they do.


What’s the worst that can happen?


I can think of some things.


I’d rather not tho.




^White Magic | Pogo^




What would be the purpose, of “a pure vacuum”…other than to destroy it?


POP!


Ever had your ear just start ringing for no reason whatsoever? If we think about membranes and crossing energies, maybe there is more to this phenomenon than just some medical definition/reasoning. I mean, as far as I know? Ringing ears means “say yer prayers” because you are about to die of a heart-attack. And what would be the point of saying yer prayers just prior to dying, assuming that you know that you are about to die? You didn’t give a shit about your life, until all of a sudden you did give a shit about it because you were about to lose it, but you are about to see God anyway…so…what’s the big fucking deal?


Assuming there is a God/gods, it appears that you are about to have some time to go over the finite-details of your life in total, so…why freak the fuck out and try and remember all of that shit that you should have learned at church instead of shooting spitballs at the choir because you thought it was funny. lolz…not that I ever did that or anything…and not that there prolly aren’t times to “say your goodbyes.” But it occurs to me that these are personal choices…not edicts. It seems to me that these are what separates the sheep from the herd, and not just for culling for slaughter. Abraham’s son seems to have survived a culling for slaughter. Granted, a shitload of questions as to “why would God ask Abraham to do such a terrible thing?”


Food for thought.


Strange ways.




^wAFF – Wormhole (Butch’s Earworm Remix) (MHR099)^


I guess I hate the thought of someone sitting across from me, them looking me straight in the eye, and asking me “if I see things.” Them asking me “if I hear things.”


I mean am I supposed to answer? Do I lie if I don’t answer? Do I lie if I purposefully answer incorrectly out of contempt for such a stupid question, when I know that we both know the answer and answers to these questions? Because we either know, or can learn, that these are just gateway questions to more questions. Are we looking for dishonesty? Or reliability? What if someone is reliably dishonest? Is that reliability? What about the whens, wheres and whys that these dynamics change?


There’s only one answer that you are looking for, but you never stop to consider just how limiting that answer is. Or at least, how you have limited yourself by seeking an answer. The thought that some permanent model waits to be discovered under some unturned stone, is like negating every other stone in existence, once you have overturned that one particular stone that you were looking for.


What about all of the previous stones? Did they not matter? Do you need to go and turn them over again in order to retrace your steps as to how you arrived at where you arrived? Did you return these stones to their original positions after overturning them, and if so, how do you know what their original position(s) were are? Aren’t they forever changed by you and your actions, just as much as you are forever changed by their effects on you?


Forever bound, by a sequence of events, that could not be predicted by either nor any…and yet…it happened.


Fate.


Or something.




^Matt Sassari – Phantom (Original Mix) [Tronic]^




My sorting through a lot of my past has gotten me to thinking about much of the reading/learning/experiencing that I encountered when I was younger. I remember a lot of things, therefore, I have trouble with the concept of “originality” as it pertains to ideas. Especially under the banner of “there is nothing new under the sun” types of thinking. But thinking of me as a unique individual that is the product of countless generations of people that lived and died to provide me with the genetic mass that eventually somehow coalesced into this blog of hairy flesh that is me? Yeah…that “nothing new” kinda loses some of its sting, without losing any of it’s string. The threads of time that bound me into the me that is me, stings me here and there to remind me of me. That I am important, just like you, and them.




^Nina Simone – Feeling Good (Raumakustik Rework)^




Yeah…I hate math myself. Primarily because math ALWAYS seems to involve someone else making me do it for more their benefit than mine. Turn me loose on a 10-key, and you prolly should just close up shop, because I am going to fuck that up completely and totally. BUT that makes me wonder as to when mistakes became taboo. And I mean, mistakes being so taboo, that they are completely and totally unacceptable…because someone’s life just might depend on it.


Q: Does that thought contain our answer. Or at least…some answers?


A: ???


If we are operating in realms that are so finite, that the individual that should benefit, actually suffers? Yeah…room for pause there in our thinking. Not that I have paid for and counted on services that I did not receive. But I keep going. When the way that should work for me stops working? Yep…seek another path.


Maybe that’s why the concept “monopoly” only works within the concept of “God” for any length of time.


Maybe that’s why “Acts of God” are so prevalent within the framework of frameworks that we frame.


Maybe we sometimes misinterpret these “acts” within the acts and actions within the act itself.


Maybe none of that makes sense.


Maybe I should find a fencepost to bang my head into.


Should I purchase my own fencepost? Or will any ol’ fencepost do? Don’t wanna make some landowner liable for my actions because I choose to bang my brains out on a fencepost that bordered public land.


Maybe there’s an easement there. Prolly some legal precedent. Not that precedents aren’t important…but…times can and do change. I dunno. I’m just some uneducated dude with a computer, a fair ability to type reasonably fast, and a shitload of freetime to sit and do whatever it is that I am doing.




^Zoo Brazil – Sand (Mendo Remix)^




Right today…wrong tomorrow.


Wrong today…right tomorrow.


Right or wrong today or tomorrow…write today or tomorrow.


Or something.




^Dazz Band – Let It Whip “HQ”^


I guess I’m wrasslin with this concept of discovery as it relates to legacy and posterity, and how those concepts relate to the eternal. It seems to me that the existence of a non-existence of God/a god/gods, makes what we do within the frameworks that exist outside of those concepts even MORE important with respect to ourselves. I mean…if there is no “Superman” to save us…isn’t it our responsibility to save ourselves both pre and/or post?


We operate under the assumption that we are completely and totally alone in The Universe, and yet we create experiments specifically designed to re-create conditions that existed at the beginning of this Universe. I wonder what “The Amoeba Delegation” has to say about their representation, or lack thereof, in these experiments:


Are they fully formed?


Are they represented?


Who is representative of their representation and representations, if not if and of, themselves?


Are we their voice?


Says who?


Have ethics gone out the window?


Or did they just fly right back in after we tossed them out?


I can imagine that if all of the bacteria in our bodies “suddenly went on strike”. Yeah…deep shit…we’d be in it.




^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^




My legs and back are feeling a little better this morning. And so is my neck. My neck still feels like a bunch of soggy spaghetti noodles dancing with a snake of some sort, but I figure that it’ll get better at some point. Or my head will fall off.


Lotta stretching and pulling as of late that seemed to get a bit of relief yesterday/last night. I still feel like 50 pounds of shit crammed into a 10 pound sack…but I always feel like that…so…meh.


My feet are giving the appearance that they want to swell/are going to swell, but they haven’t as of yet. My balance is also a little better today. My quadriceps are pretty gooshy and seem to have trouble deciding which way to turn or what the flying fuck is going on in the rest of my body, but my hamstrings are making an appearance for the first time in decades. Left hip is pulling quite a bit at the crotch, where it appears that my hamstring and quadriceps have been doing battle with my calves for God knows how long.


Oddly enough, all this pulling in my legs is having the oddest of effects on my hands and shoulders of all goddamn things. One of my hands was cramping so bad last night, that I thought it was going to break. Same with my feet. I’m quite used to feet cramps…but sometimes of late, it feels like they are going to start breaking bones. I guess some of this pressure relief on my knees has helped quite a bit in this regard.


Oh…and still shedding skin like a fucking snake. Lotta old scars that I had completely forgotten about, starting to reappear. I wonder where they’ve been hiding?


Just in case anyone was wondering.




^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom It’s In There^


With all of this grinding and torquing, I imagine that there are a LOT of connective tissues throughout my body that are…erm…enduring a lot of give and take types of changes, and not just/only my skin. At least, not only the visible part(s).




^Situation – Yaz (oo) 1982^




I guess I should wrap this up…but I’m not going to.


The following song, which I am currently listening to now…is WAY too fucking cool to stop writing now.




^Lee Jeffrey – Ten Count (Original Mix)^


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cYa | cFa


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^The Grooveline (1978)^


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*How did you get here before me?! Never mind… /lights up…*


template (n.)

1670s, templet “horizontal piece under a girder or beam,” probably from French templet “weaver’s stretcher,” diminutive of temple, which meant the same thing, from Latin templum “plank, rafter,” also “consecrated place” (see temple (n.1)).


The meaning “pattern or gauge for shaping a piece of work” is first recorded 1819 in this form, earlier temple (1680s); the form was altered mid-19c., probably influenced by plate [Barnhart], but the pronunciation did not begin to shift until more recently (templet is still the primary entry for the word in Century Dictionary).