Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Fourth of July to you 😀
*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*
Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL recently, musing over whether the Internet has gained sentience without us even realizing it. Not by means of Artificial Intelligence, but instead with Aeonic Intelligence…
… I’ll try to explain my thinking, Dear Reader, but you will have to employ your own Clicky Click assistant…
*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Now, let’s see… I guess this particular train of thinking started on the first day of my hols, the 8th June, although I was quite unaware of it at the time. However, if you will allow, we are in the year of 2020 Hindsight…
‘The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ), also known as Free Capitol Hill,the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest, and the Capitol Hill Organized Protest (CHOP), was an occupation protest and self-declared autonomous zone in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, United States. The zone, originally covering six city blocks and a park, was established on June 8, 2020 by George Floyd protesters after the Seattle Police Department (SPD) left its East Precinct building, and was cleared of occupants by police on July 1, 2020.’
*That’s a 9/11 Tweet pairing if ever I saw it, Clicky… /deep drag…*
*By changing ‘white’ to ‘allow’ and ‘black’ to ‘deny’, and then boasting about it… /stream smoke… Ain’t Twitter just cementing the racist meanings they’re trying to eliminate? … /shrugs… I mean, they’ve fucked themselves, straight off the bat…*
*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
So what, you may very well be asking yourself, Dear Reader, if you’ve been keeping up so far (well done, btw), triggered the silly bint, RooBeeDoo2, to write this post? How did she get to pondering the notion that The Internet might be sentient, with humanity as the gestation conduit for the emergence of Aeonic Intelligence, caught and subsumed by a web bed?
I’ll tell you – it was one of the gifs Cade left in the scrolling room on Twitter that he, Leggy, Poppy Sweat Pea and myself go to, to hang out, share interesting things between us and chew the fat. Like online friends doo…
Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉
As you may know, Dear Reader, I have a certain fascination with the number 137…
Sew… if a ‘137’ crosses my path, I pay attention…
… A ‘137’ tweet appeared on my Twitter feed earlier today, so after taking it’s photo I gave the tweet a ‘like’…
… And turned it into 11 (1+3+7)…
*For a tweet about Public ‘Elf… /smokes…*
*Figures… /rolls eyes… On Boxing Day… 😉 …*
Butt… What exactly is Public ‘Elf demanding now, Dear Reader?
*Reminds me of a story, Clicky… /drags…*
My advice, Dear Reader? Eat, drink and be merry. And of course, have a Song…
I meant to post about this earlier, Dear Reader, but have been rather remiss due to other matters requiring my attention…
On the evening of the 20th November 2018, the Red universe of MEROVEE disappeared…
*Poor Frank! Tremayne-dos fella… /sparks light… Oh no, Poor Us! Everything we’ve posted there over the past six years, cruelly snatched away… /lights up… I gotta say, that’s a fucking weird image for WordPress to backdrop their message with, Clicky… /drags… Cheering crowds? …/streams smoke… Arms raised…*
Weirdly enough, four days later on Saturday 24th November 2018, Dear Reader, an army of ‘Yellow Vests’ took to the streets of Paris, Franc-e, demonstrating against a rise in Green taxes…
*If you take the yellow out of green, you’re left with blue… /flicks ash… An’ if you take the red out of purple, you’re left with blue…*
*Didn’t Brazil recently elect their own ‘Orange Man’, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Witch means if you take the red/excretion/piss out of ‘Trump’, you get yellow…*
Fortunately, Dear Reader, there is a new MEROVEE sight, although its address has changed to Meroveus…. More Of Us… Sounds scary 😉
Have a Song…
Not sure if you’d heard, Dear Reader, but the UK government seems to have got it’s self into a bit of a pickle over Brexit…
*Oh yes, this is a deep purple post, Clicky… /puffs…*
*/blows… an’ yellow…*
I have availed myself of my banked Flexi-Time and taken this afternoon off from work. I wanted to catch up on some correspondence…
*TNT is from Norn Iron, Clicky… /flicks ash… but yeah, green…*
…And shamble about yesterday evening’s viewing with Cade. We watched the movie 300…
“Never was so much owed by so many to so few.“
Prime Monster ‘Winnie’ Winston Churchill, 20081940
‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’
*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*
Must dash, Dear Reader… Have a Song…
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Hang on, weren’t it that Veruca Salt wot consorted wiv the squirrels? …/flicks lighter… Bad sorts plopped aht the garbage shute… /lights up… Fitting. Butt wait, weren’t the brat’s dad played by Roy Kinnear in the original? …/drags …Yeah! An’ I woz only fuckin’ talkin’ about him with Cade the other night…*
*What already? Nah, Clicky…*
In the whirled of MRS REGN, Dear Reader, G stands for Growth…
Thanks to the technological marvel called ‘The Internet’, the Okie Devil in Text US and I have watched a couple of movies together this week. He’d seen ‘Kick Ass’ before and I hadn’t, so we watched that on Tuesday evening. Then on Wednesday, we watched a film that I was familiar with that but he wasn’t…
KATHLEEN KELLY: Here you go, young lady.
ANNABEL: What’s that?
KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s a handkerchief. Do children even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex that you don’t throw away. See? My mother Embroidered this for me. My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower.
JOE FOX: May I ask who you are?
KATHLEEN KELLY: Kathleen Kelly. I own this store. And you are?
JOE FOX: Joe. Just call me Joe. We’ll take these books.
GEORGE: Okay. You’re gonna come back, aren’t you?
JOE FOX: Of course.
GEORGE: See? That is why we won’t go under. Our customers are loyal.
KATHLEEN KELLY: They’re opening a Fox Books around the corner.
ANNABEL: Fox Books! My daddy…
JOE FOX: Likes to buy discount. But don’t tell anybody. It’s nothing to be proud of.
KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s amazing! You can spell “fox.” Can you spell “dog”?
JOE FOX: Look at this dinosaur book. It’s a pop-up dinosaur book. Wouldn’t you like to have a dinosaur book like that? Wouldn’t you like to read that? Sit here and read Matt the book until I take care of things. Whatever you do, just don’t listen
to anything I say. Thank you. We’ll take that pop-up book as well.
KATHLEEN KELLY: The world is not driven by discounts. I’ve been in business forever. I started helping my mother when I was 6, and I used to watch her. She wasn’t just selling books. She was helping people become whatever they were going to be. When you read a book as a child, it becomes part of your identity… in a way that no other reading in your life does. And I have gotten carried away.
JOE FOX: Yeah. Yeah, you have. You’ve made me feel… Enchanting. Your mother was enchanting.
KATHLEEN KELLY: Yes, she was.
GEORGE: How will you be paying for this?
JOE FOX: Cash.
KATHLEEN KELLY: How did you know that?
JOE FOX: From the photograph. That you in the photograph? What are you doing?
KATHLEEN KELLY: Twirling. My mother and I used to twirl. She left the store to me,
and I’ll leave it to my daughter.
GEORGE: Seventy-three dollars, please.
JOE FOX:How much?
GEORGE: Uh, 73 dollars.
JOE FOX: Oh. Uh…
*Yeah, it did seem like I enjoyed his choice more than he enjoyed mine, Clicky…*
But on Thursday, I had a hankering for some Shakespeare…
*/flicks ash… Now I’m ready for me Cade-style question, Clicky…*
Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘purple’ to ‘Growth’?
A: *.../puffs out cheeks...*
SUP DOUCHEBAGGY DOUCHEBAGS!!! HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY!!!
My name is Dr. Spoogey McFapsalot, and I’ll be occupying the next bit(s) of space.
Difficult to believe that June of 2018 is already almost over…
but it is...
so get the fuck over it. Speaking of which, do you mark your days, weeks, months and years with anything other than the calendar? Do you mark your seconds, minutes and hours with anything other than the clock?
That’s all you use? The clock and the calendar? No rain gauges? No humidity gauges? No outings to just sit and watch the weather for a bit? No star gazing to see what celestial bodies are appearing in which part of the sky and when? No attention paid to trees, grasses and other plants except to note if they need to be cut or pruned? No mind paid to insects ‘cept those that need to be eradicated? No consideration(s) given to animals except those that need to be trapped, regulated and/or captured and exterminated?
Welp, it’s your life, so you can do what you want…but I’d just like to point out a few things about learning to get your bearings…
and that is...
Yeah, you can teach yourself to do these things. I mean, if there is some weird-ass polar flip someday, and suddenly both North and South are located in the same general region only 45° off the horizon from each other, you’ll prolly have a leg up on how this is possible. Maybe even have a leg up on why it happened. You’re certainly less likely to freak the fuck out that it has happened.
^Mandalay – Flowers Bloom (PFM Remix)^
Anyone see the rainbow(s) in that pic above?
Welp…they are there. It’s not my fucking fault that you can’t see them. BUT! I am willing to help a brutha/sista out. So let me take my genius skills, put them to work, and I’m gonna put them to work for you, you and only you. Here’s how…
What I’ve done, is take the original gif image apart frame by frame, then put it back together in a slower animation. That way, you can still see all 30 frames of the original animation, but you can see them a shade better than you can in the original.
Wait....better? Or different?
Prolly “different” is a better word/phrase to use in this context. Afterall, we’re chasing rainbows. Hopefully, you can see the rainbows now, and you can also see that some are vertical, some horizontal, and in some of the frames there is a shift along the axis. So you are prolly asking yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the FUCK does this have to do with either the color purple or growth?!?!?
A: I dunno. Prolly nothing. Just killing time really.
That said, if we rely on existing tools to do all or even most of the work for us, there is going to be mystery embedded in how certain things are done. Wonder in how things are accomplished.
Mystery + Wonder = Fear.
^Future bound – Sorrow^
I know…I know…fear is something that is typically associated with yellow, and possibly even green. Green afterall is associated with envy and perhaps even jealousy. Mix yellow and blue, and you get green. So does fear and sadness make envy? If so, that’s gonna stumble over into red, which is associated with rage and malice.
But that's not really where I was going with this.
I personally tend to associate fear with purple…not yellow. Purple is usually associated with royalty, but so is red and blue, which gets us right back to purple.
‘You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.’
WOAH WAIT!!! Does that mean, that if I personally, can spend my life working on taming that thing called “jealousy”, I can possibly be a better me as a result?!?!?!?
I mean FUCK! If God suffers from jealousy, perhaps this is something that I can work on, and if successful, it’ll help me in other areas as well!!! Jealousy and envy seem to go hand-in-hand, and if I can tame jealousy and envy, that should help me with fear…
But challenging God to an arm-wrestling match is prolly gonna result in a lot of bumps and bruises for me, and bruises suck major ass. Meh fuckit, any beating I can take so that I don’t have to dish one out?
All the better.
So yeah, in my life anyway… Fear = Purple.
^PFM – Language of love^
Let’s ask RooBeeDoo a question…
Q: ROOB!!! HOW’S IT GOIN’?
Let’s ask Clicky a question…
Q: CLICKY!!! HOW’S IT GOIN’?
I actually think about those two a lot when I write, so I thought I’d throw a wrench into whatever Roob and Clicky are currently up to. I personally have not been writing at all for several weeks and currently have no plans to do so.
^ASAP Rocky “Purple Swag”^
“ROW” is right there in the big middle of “GROWTH”.
I guess you better get to paddlin’, eh?
There’s even a “ROWT” to take.
I guess you are prolly free to take whichever route you please.
Assuming we are reading into things correctly that is.
“OW” is in there too.
Might be some bruising up ahead.
Guess that would make the “WTH” out to be “WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?”
Take 5, and smoke em' if you got em'.
^TE VAKA – KALEVE (Live) Polynesian drums and chants^
Speaking of time and/or telling others what to do with their time, isn’t it amazing what people do with their time? It’s fireworks time here in Murca, and Independence Day is only a few days away.
Anyone got any plans?
Picnic? Beer? Boating? Fireworks? Let’s look some shit up…
There’s a qualification in the description of the video below that no Magnesium (Mg) and no Alumineninnyum (Al) was used in order to “keep the temperature low”. So I guess with respect to the bands of the rainbow, and where purple is, does that mean that purple needs/requires cooler temperatures in order to be visible? Potentially says a lot about where we see rainbows and why. Ultraviolet is going to be lurking around there in proximity, and we all know that UV rays are bad. So I guess purple is bad.
Prolly why I like it.
^Purple Star :Home made Fireworks Project1.avi^
*/final drag… Yeah, so we watched Greg Kinnear in You’ve Got Mail one night and then Rory Kinnear in the ‘ollow crown the following night… /stubs butt… which is the reason I mentioned his dad… /stream smoke… All a bit syncy, Clicky…*
Q. Roob, why do you think of the LoL as the Purple universe?
A: *.../scratches nose...*
*Clicky! Go get Cade’s purple/growth song to finish with. Ya sarky fuck…*
Tomorrow sees us take on Nutrition in the final post of this exploring MRS REGN series, Dear Reader. And then on Monday, I’ll be back at work… Have a Song 😉
*/Dons PPE… Ready then, Clicky, play the vid…*
*/blows smoke ring… Yeah, he teally is a sweetie, Clicky… *
*Yikes! …/flicks ash…*
‘In other words, what’s happened over the last eight days was just “cleaning out the pipes” so to speak.’