*Wha? Whaddaya mean I fucked that up? Who the fuck are you, and what in the fuck do you know about what is or is not, fucked up? /me snorts*
Err…I mean, Greetings Dear Reader. I am still Mr. Slimey and I’m still filling in for RooBeeDoo and her Dolphin assistant Clicky, both of whom may in fact be vacationing somewhere in España. I’ve currently no proof to substantiate this claim, but maybe they’ll provide photographic and/or some other evidence upon their safe return.
*Ya know, at a cursory glance, she appears to be both bipedal and reasonably agile/mobile. Why exactly she’s crawling around on all fours is…mysterious…*
It appears that there is indeed a need for this 3rd part, but let’s let the lady take over at this point, and she can steer us in the direction of wherever it is we need be.
*******
*I dunno, Clicky… /flicks lighter… I had started writing a post on the John Lamb Lash video talks… /shakes lighter… New format… /flicks lighter… He’s got a Limey companion now, called Ginny… /shakes lighter again… I’m enjoying the Anglo-Yank combo… /flicks lighter… Reminds of a sumfin’… /gives up and rummages through handbag…*
Not sure what Part 3, Cade thinks we need, Dear Reader…
* /rolls eyes… Oh okay, Clicky… /finds working light… *
This here is a post I started writing this afternoon, before Cade sent back the top and tailing for the Inchoate Egg story posts published earlier: Part 1 and Part 2. It’s called…
“expounder of sacred mysteries,” 1670s, from Late Latin hierophantes, from Greek hierophantes“one who teaches the rites of sacrifice and worship,” literally “one who shows sacred things,” from hieros “sacred,” from PIE root *eis-, forming words denoting passion (see ire) + phainein“to reveal, bring to light” (from PIE root *bha- (1) “to shine”). In modern use, “expounder of esoteric doctrines,” from 1822.
This morning my good friend Shiny posted me a story link on MEROVEE, over in the Reduniverse, Dear Reader…
*A born to be wild thing, caught smoking… /lights up… And scientists are baffled, Clicky? …/scans text… Ah, Nag Role sumfin’ or another… /deep drag… In DIA… /streams smoke…*
‘“I believe the elephant may have been trying to ingest wood charcoal,” said Dr Varun Goswami, WCS India scientist and elephant biologist.
‘“She appeared to be picking up pieces from the forest floor, blowing away the ash that came along with it, and consuming the rest.”’
And the reason the scientists think she’s taking up smoking, Dear Reader?
‘The charred lumps of wood can also serve as alaxative to the pachyderms who are able to consume it in the wild after forest fires and lightning strikes.’
*/grins… And Shiny posted it in the Red ‘Excretion’ universe of MRSREGN? Priceless… /puffs merrily…*
“divination by smoke,” c. 1600, with -mancy“divination by means of” + Latinized form of Greek kapnos “smoke,” which is of uncertain origin, perhaps a non-Indo-European substrate word that also produced Lithuanian kvapas “breath, smell,”kvepiu, kvėpti “to gasp, breathe,” Latvian kvept“to smoke, smell,” and perhaps Latin vapor.
That’s as far as I got, Dear Reader. It is a “very great fact”, as John Lamb Lash might say, that elephants never forget…
Reich-ous Hitler lost his War, Dear Reader. So if Lashy is correct in his telling of the Sophia Correction narrative, it rather begs the question:
Q: If Adolf had the whole fucking planet on his side, how in the hell did he lose?
Nah! It’s not like tobacco is associated with a goddess or sumfin’…
‘And at the spot where they had burned First Mother’s bones, there grew another plant, broad-leafed and fragrant. It was First Mother’s breath, and they heard her spirit talking: “Burn this up and smoke it. It is sacred. It will clear your minds, help your prayers, and gladden your hearts.”
‘And First Mother’s husband called the first plant Skarmunal, corn, and the second plant utarmur-wayeh, tobacco.
‘“Remember,” he told the people, “and take good care of First Mother’s flesh, because it is her goodness become substance. Take good of her breath, because it is her love turned into smoke. Remember her and think of her whenever you eat, whenever you smoke this sacred plant, because she has given her life so that you might live. Yet she is not dead, she lives: in undying love she renews herself again and again.”’
Two things happened this week. One with little mainstream media coverage…
*/final drag…*
… And one saturated…
"We're Going To Start A Revolution": 500,000 People Storm Washington To Protest Guns | Zero Hedge https://t.co/YLKsrFKYWI
Red universe Frank published a new post on MEROVEE yesterday, called ‘His Story‘. It’s a cracking read, Dear Reader, so I left a link, below the line, to a LoL post called ‘Epic Rap Battles of His Story‘. And as it’s actually from the past, it is, ipso facto, history 😉 Cue Selfie…
*/lights up… Clicky, you cut off the bottom… /puffs…*
The majority of my purple shambles have been ‘disappeared’, along with the rest of Sync Miss For Him, so it’ll to fun to look at the colour afresh 😀
Diamonds come from coal, as you’re fond of saying, but so does black goo, the sort created in a scientific accident, whilst looking for some other holy grail. And it not only revolutionize an industry, it made the wearing an expensive colour more affordable. And so accessible, with all the symbolism and meaning it attracts.
Anyway I’ll save all that for the post 😀
And here we are 😀 Now, Dear Reader, you may or may not know of about the significance of the colour purple to me. It was the triple appearance/sync of ‘Purple People Eater’, something that I’d never even heard off before that Sunday in October 2012, that set me on my current crazy path. You can read about it here…
*/thinks… Sew my colour scheme forMRS REGN actually fits?! Thank you, Clicky… /pats snout…*
*/drags… Aye, Clicky, purple people…*
Yesterday’s Google Doodle celebrated the 180th birthday of Sir William Henry Perkin, who in 1856 accidentally stumbled onto a method of producing purple dye, cheaply, from coal tar. He was trying to synthesize quinine, to treat malaria…
*Or a mixer, Clicky… /taps ash…*
… but ended up revolutionizing the fashion industry, creating a ‘river of colours’ and growing very rich…
*A purple heater, Clicky… /drags… How fucking syncy is that! …/blows smoke rings….*
I then noticed that in India yesterday, Sir William Henry Perkin’s 180th birthday was celebrated with a different Google Doodle… Taken together, the two images combine to make a Purple people ‘eater… 😀
*Ah, I know what you’re thinking, Clicky… /puffs…*
I’m glad I didn’t finish writing this post last night, Dear Reader, because today I spent my lunch hour in an art gallery, The Beecroft in The Hive. It’s free admission…
… To see an Anglo-Indian exhibition of silks…
… And in amongst the ceiling floor length unrolled scrolls…
… I spotted the ‘pure’ stuff…
*/final drag… You’ll need to zoom in, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
There was another exhibitions on at The Hive yesterday. One called ‘Construction‘ displayed a purple dress…
… And I nearly deleted this next one butt… I think the words can be made out. I didn’t read the accompanying blurb properly whilst there, struggling and failing as it turned out to get a non-fuzzy shot, but I can just make out the name of Sir William Henry Perkin…
Earlier on today I finished a shamble that ended somewhere different to where I imagined it would when I first started constructing it. Namely, this week’s fall in the Dow and Shake Sphere’s Marc Anthony quote…
“Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the Dogs Of War.”
Julius Caesar: Act 3, Scene 1, line 273
… And I’d seen reference to Julius Caesar just the day before…
*Caesar… seizure… seize her… Faint heart never won fair lady, Clicky… /winks and lights up…*
early 15c., from the expression cry havoc “give the signal to pillage” (Anglo-French crier havok, late 14c.). Havok, the signal to soldiers to seize plunder, is from Old French havot “pillaging, looting” (in crier havot), which is related to haver “to seize, grasp,” hef “hook,” probably from a Germanic source (see hawk (n.)), or from Latin habere “to have, possess.” General sense of “devastation” first recorded late 15c.
c. 1300, hauk, earlier havek (c. 1200), from Old English hafoc (West Saxon), heafuc (Mercian), heafoc, “hawk,” from Proto-Germanic *habukaz (source also of Old Norse haukr, Old Saxon habuc, Middle Dutch havik, Old High German habuh, German Habicht“hawk”), from PIE root *kap-“to grasp” (source also of Russian kobec“a kind of falcon”). Transferred sense of “militarist” attested from 1956, probably based on its opposite, dove.
I mentioned as much to Cade whilst we were DMing on Twitter on Tuesday night. I couldn’t remember if Apollo and Artemis’s mother was Leda (seduced by Zeus transformed as a swan) or Leto…
*Um, that’s the actor called Leto, Clicky… /drags… Actually, thinking about it, the Joker’s girlfriend ‘Harley Quinn’ is play on ‘harlequin’, a character originating from Commedia dell’ARTe…*
*Oh it’s ‘Lord of Illusions’… /puffs steadily… *
*Interesting… /taps ash… from the earlier link, Artemis and Apollo’s mother, Leto, is associated with wolves…*
early 15c., “meat or fish market,” from schamil“table, stall for vending” (c. 1300), from Old English scamol, scomul“stool, footstool” (also figurative); “bench, table for vending,” an early Proto-Germanic borrowing (Old Saxon skamel“stool,” Middle Dutch schamel, Old High German scamel, German schemel, Danish skammel “footstool”) from Latin scamillus“low stool, a little bench,” ultimately a diminutive of scamnum“stool, bench,” from PIE root *skabh-“to prop up, support.” In English, sense evolved from “place where meat is sold” to “slaughterhouse” (1540s), then figuratively “place of butchery” (1590s), and generally “confusion, mess” (1901, usually in plural).
*******
The above was written on Wednesday evening, Dear Reader, but then I got diverted preparing for a job interview, and undertaking day-to-day generalities like ironing, washing, cooking, sleeping, working and reading others’ blog posts.
It is now Friday lunchtime and I cannot remember where the fuck I intended this shamble to end up, so I’ll let it go where it will…
Top Called: Apollo's Josh Harris Sells $153 Million Stake | Zero Hedge https://t.co/Ua6KIGT1ci
‘The idiom the straw that broke the camel’s back, alluding to the proverb “it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back”, describes the seemingly minor or routine action which causes an unpredictably large and sudden reaction, because of the cumulative effect of small actions.’
Lots to cover in this Sat ‘ere day post, Dear Reader. First, let’s start with a ridiculous ‘camel’ item of news that crossed my twitter feed yesterday…
‘A camel beauty contest in Saudi Arabia has been rocked by scandal after 12 ships of the desert were disqualified because their owners had used Botox on them.
‘Prize money for the Miss Camel contest runs into millions of pounds, making the temptation to cheat irresistible for some.’
*A camel walk instead of cat-walk eh, Clicky? …/lights up…*
‘Competitors in the beauty contest are rated on, amongst other things, the size of their lips and cheeks, which is where the illicit use of Botox comes in.’
Generally botox, a highly toxic substance, is known for being used cosmetically to remove wrinkles in the upper third of the face. But wrinkles around the mouth? Well, that leads me onto the ridiculous ‘straw’ item of news that I saw yesterday, Dear Reader. Time for a ‘selfie’, this taken in the Blue universe of Frank Davis and his post ‘Obsession‘…
So let me get this straight: waiting staff, the very people smokers were thrown out onto the street to ‘save’, can now be fined $1,000 and/or jailed for providing customers with an unsolicited plastic straw…
*/deep drag… Hmm… Desert ships and an angry octopus, Clicky? …/thinks… Octo-pussy? …/*
*Ha! /streams smoke… Bonded… /taps ASH… The baddie crashes the plane… /sucks on cig…*
Funnily enough, following the last LoL post, Cade has did indeed written a music review, and one of the albums both he and his son, Poncho, reviewed was Lunar Womb by The Obsessed…
*/cough… It’s not my kind of music I’m afraid, Clicky, but I’ll accept Poncho’s word that “If Black Sabbath fucked Black Flag’s attitude after smoking a fat ass J, you have this album”… /continues puffing… Fascinating reading though…*
I also rewatched The Zero Theorem last night, Dear Reader. Cade watched it as well as he’d never seen it. He wasn’t around on MEROVEE in March 2014, when just posting the trailer for the film turned the Red universe of Frank and commentators upside down…
“neutral particle smaller than a neutron,” 1934, from Italian neutrino, coined 1933 by Italian physicist Enrico Fermi from neutro“neuter” (see neuter (adj.)) + -ino, diminutive suffix.
neuter (adj.)
late 14c., of grammatical gender, “neither masculine nor feminine,” from Latin neuter“of the neuter gender,” literally “neither one nor the other,” from ne-“not, no” (from PIE root *ne-“not”) + uter“either (of two)” (see whether). Probably a loan-translation of Greek oudeteros“neither, neuter.” In 16c., it had the sense of “taking neither side, neutral.”
neuter (v.)
1903, from neuter (adj.). Originally in reference to pet cats. Related: Neutered; neutering.
*Another straw, Clicky? Or Catty Newman…/smirks… the culture of ‘zero tolerance’ is inherently weak… /final drag… it has never learnt to tolerate… /shrugs…*
And speaking of neutral, I spotted a familiar face, topped with straw coloured hair on a bus in the film. I hadn’t spotted before, and it synced with another news story I read yesterday that involved a Swiss church. In the film, Qohen lives in an fire damaged church…
‘Scientists in the Swiss city of Basel have solved a decades-old mystery over the identity of a mummified woman.
‘Their research revealed a surprise: the woman is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother of UK Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson.
‘The body was uncovered in 1975 while renovations were being done on Basel’s Barfüsser Church.’
*And another camel, Clicky …/stubs butt…*
‘Now the scientists and the historians were sure: the mummy was none other than Anna Catharina Bischoff. Born in Basel in 1719, she died there in 1787.
‘Once her identity had been established, genealogists were able – with the help of the efficient records of births, marriages, and deaths which tend to be kept by the wealthier classes – to trace more of Anna Catharina’s descendants.
‘She had seven children. Only two survived childhood, but one daughter, also Anna, married a certain Christian Hubert Baron Pfeffel von Kriegelstein. Five generations of von Pfeffels later, and we find Marie Luise von Pfeffel marrying one Stanley Fred Williams.
‘Their daughter Yvonne married Osman Wilfred Johnson Kemal… and their son, Stanley Johnson, is British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson’s father.’
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader ❤ … And have a Song… 😉
*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*
*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*
early 15c., from Latin memorandum“(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus“worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare“to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.
…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…
*Frank? Witch one? RedandBlue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*
‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.
‘U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.
‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeraldisguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’
Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…
Cade sent across another missive last night, Dear Reader, and I’m delighted to present it for your perusal, below.
I believe the Okie Devil was inspired to write it by the Bayeux Tapestry, and the news that it could be leaving France for the first time in 950 years, to be displayed in the UK…
There was much argument during the medieval period as to whether #Bayeux was actually a Christmas Tapestry. pic.twitter.com/OndmZsmdxE
*/drags… He’s not wrong… /streams smoke… I LOVE that album…*
*******
GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…AND THEN WE’LL TALK!!!
Is this the dogma of “The West”?
Is this the dogma of “business”?
Is this the dogma of “government”?
Surely this cannot be the dogma of government. If someone has their shit together, the government should have no business whatsoever with me.
Oh really?
How do they know “your shit is wired tight”?
GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…OR ELSE!!!
IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!!
Everything, about all of those, says…
“AWAY!!!”
Go away.
Stay away.
Stay back.
Keep back.
Back away.
And don't stop until you fall off the planet.
^Crystal Chakra Meditation 1 Hour^
I just saw one of those “vanishing Tweets” and was about to comment on it, but it disappeared. A shame too, because it was interesting. I guess I’ll have to do my own homework…so let’s get to it!
The Tweet was about The Bayeux Tapestry, and the Tweet contained a picture of a news story, and the headline asserted that…
“The tapestry is a great historical so-and-so about The Battle of Hastings”
…then asked the question:
“…but is it any good.”
I was only allowed to see the Tweet for a moment, because when I went to start writing my comment, I got a pop-up that said…
“You may not be able to complete this action”
…so I refreshed my page to see if something had gone wack with my browser, but when the page finished refreshing, the Tweet was gone.
Now…I’ve noticed quite a few “disappearing Tweets” from this particular user. But before we get too hung up on “the commercial aspects/angles” and/or “social/political/personal implications” of someone deleting Tweets, let’s pick a better, more juicy target to pick on…
I don’t have the text of the Tweet, but as soon as I saw the headline, and thought about what I thought the headline said, it got me to IMMEDIATELY thinking…
”DUDE!!! You read ALL of that shit completely…fucking…WRONG!!!”
But before I get to picking on myself too much, let me tell you the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the Tweet…
“The Bayeux Tapestry is going up for sale.”
The Tweet did not contain a link to the story, which is why I was going to comment at all. I figured that the author of the Tweet had given all of the information they cared to give, and was hoping that someone would engage with them based on the facts presented. And what were the facts presented?
Screen-shot image of story,
Tweet text comment from user, which included a reference to “1066”.
I recall “1066” being in the text of the Tweet, but that’s all I recall. The rest of the contents is kinda…fuzzy…but I remember the overall vibe of the text. So…having watched this particular user for a while, let’s now go back, and see if they’ve made a new Tweet with the same contents.*
*My thinking at this point is, they forgot something, deleted the Tweet, and will make a new Tweet with the missing/corrected whatever.
At the time of this writing, it shows that the tweet was made 21 minutes ago, which means that it took me 21 minutes to think about, and write, all that bullshit above. No fucking wonder I don’t write for a living. I digress.
The text of the above tweet is different from the text of the original Tweet. At this point, I am half-tempted to DM the user, and ask her if she would be so kind as to provide me with the text of the original Tweet.
But I'm not going to do that.
I’m going to do what I normally do, which is blunder around in the dark, and do the best that I can with what I have. This may sound egotistical, but the only thing that I really have, is me. A dark, dense, blundering, blabbering me, and the bright flashes that come from elsewhere/others. I take those flashes from others, mold them into something my own, and hopefully, flash back. Who sees these “flashes” of mine?
/me shrugs
No idea. In my mind, that’s not quite the point. “The point” is to be inspired, and further inspire.
/me shrugs again
^Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)^
All videos have stopped working for me on Twitter. Embedded videos no longer work, and I can no longer save images by right-clicking and choosing “save-as”. Now that I think about it, right-clicking on anything gives me nothing at all. My pop-up menu functionality within Twitter seems to have been removed. I can’t even intentionally click on a pic or vid and get it to work.
I admit that the auto-play bullshit irritates the fuck out of me, because most of my time on Twitter is spent with a DM chat window open. If I open that DM window, and there is some looping shit embedded and playing behind that DM window, then eventually, Twitter dies, and it usually takes my browser(s) with it. And if I remember to scroll to where there are no vids behind the DM window, I also have to make sure that I have hidden any auto-playing streaming bullshit in the sidebar.
That said, Twitter still crashes all the fucking time, and it is a fucking resource hog, but I must point out, that this is the price of automating and automation. If you want shit to do everything for you…there’s a price to pay for that.
I gotta think tho, that if shit like this isn’t an indication,that Twitter is doing something about these perceived “problems” that Twitter has, you just aren’t looking. And if you customize the living shit out of your Twitter to work for you and only you, then you’ll have no idea what others may be seeing/not seeing, nor how they are seeing it.
To be fair, I’m running an operating system that is no longer supported, and using a browser that is no longer supported/no longer updated, all running on a computer that is no longer supported.
If that ain’t some “Logan’s Run” type shit, I don’t know what is.
GET UPDATED, OR GTFO GRANDPA!!!
STFU AND STFD ON YOUR WAY OUT OLD MAN!!!
😐
^Massive Attack – Angel^
Let’s get back to this tapestry/Tweet. I went to Google, searched for “the bayeux tapestry” (without quotes) and there were three news stories at the top of the results.
When I clicked on the second story link, the headline on the story itself was different from the headline that Google was showing in its results. The headline in Google’s results was…
“Why the Bayeux Tapestry’s loan to Britain is a homecoming”.
Isn’t that “bait and switch” kinds of shit? Grab you with one thing, then switch it to something else? Like…”a funhouse” at a carnival. Many times, there’s not much fun going on in a funhouse. Anyway…I found the story that I was looking for, have now found that there is a new Tweet that replaced the deleted one, so what is left?
A: Me.
Me, me, me, and only me, surrounded by a bunch of shit that isn’t mine, and I’m left with only:
A) what I take away from this experience, and
B) what I do with it from there.
What possible good could come from some uneducated and unemployed loser, spending is “free time” contemplating “the dynamics of the world”? I dunno. That’s not my job. That’s your job. I only work here.
Q: Is there some “omen” associated with “The Bayeux Tapestry” coming to England?
A: Or did I just make that shit up?
The process of trying to understand confusing shit, while looking at confusing shit…is…confusing. That said, why would you ever think that “confusion” would be clear? Is where we are, so contextually clear, that it’s confusing?
Clarity = Clear
Confusion = Confusing
Did I word/list those correctly?
^Junkie XL – Dark Territory^
OK, I guess I didn’t make that “omen” shit up…
‘Although there is no direct connection between typical celestial events and the affairs of humans, our superstitions have resulted in many dramatic consequences.’
So what is the connection? I dunno. History is history. If you are looking for and to history, as some sort of roadmap to the future? Yeah…you might be missing some shit. Primarily, what are you going to do when the road ends? What you are going to do when you tumble off the map? That’s, when you are prolly going to start looking around for signs and wonders. Something…ANY–fucking-thing to give you some clue as to where you went wrong…
what went wrong…
where you are…
where to go from there.
If you’ve got compatriots along for the ride, there’s prolly going to be some pissing and moaning.
Just sayin'.
^Junkie XL – Today (UNKLE Remix)^
Getting back to my thoughts about “The Bayeux Tapestry being sold”…there’s a few things that come to mind…
I’ve no fucking clue where it is, nor who owns it,
Is it possible, that once it gets to where it is going, that it will never leave there?
SURELY no one is stupid enough to try and steal it.
So…given the fact that I know fuck all about this tapestry, why would “It’s Going On The Market” be the first thing to pop into my head? Prolly because that’s about the only time that “art” is in the news. Which… isn’t writing an art? Or at least, an art form? Both? Is there some sort of artisan pissing contest going on there?
But let’s say, that there is some political wrangling going on. Now, what could that be about? Brexit? Political favors being exchanged? Surely thieves would not be stupid enough to wait until the tapestry was actually on British soil to steal it. I guess that would depend largely on “who the thieves are”…wouldn’t it? What are those rules about making political statements?
It must be public, and brutal.
Some scapegoats and/or patsys would prolly come in handy as well.
Now I remember why I don’t like thinking like this.
NowI remember why I don’t like writing fiction.
^Junkie XL – Tennis^
Thinking now about the year 1066, thinking about Haley’s Comet which last appeared in 1986, thinking about the year 2066, and considering that it is currently 2018, let’s go backwards a bit and see what was going on in the year 1018.
WHEW!!! That’s some fucked-up shit right there!!! It started off with peace, then went straight to hell. Even so, that January peace? If they found peace in January of 1018, doesn’t that mean that someone was at war in 1017?
^AWOLNATION – Run (Audio)^
What I am primarily thinking about, is a book idea that I have. This book has been bumping around in my head for a very long time, and it’s called “1033”. Or, it will be, should I ever actually write the fucking thing.
It’s the story, of a dude born in 1967, and this dude manages to survive a fuckton of adversity that no one said he would survive, and somehow lives to see the year 2000. Not only that, the guy goes on to live to see the year 2100. Even more fantastic than that? He goes on to see the year 3000. Hence, 1033. The story, is about the stories that this guy tells, how he tells them, who he tells them to, and why. A traveler. A time-traveler, yes…but a different kind of time traveler. Or at least, his travels here and now are a shade different. Where does it go from 3000 C.E.? Welp…that’s where things get reallyfucking interesting.
Heh...heh...heH.
Enough of that bullshit…let’s get back to reality. Once we get back to reality, we can talk about data preservation, data retention, and legacy.
^Junkie XL – dealing with the roster^
I’m writing this bullshit in OpenOffice’s Writer application, and this is WAY fucking different than writing shit in MS WordPad. The text is fucking HUGE, and I’ve not found the courage to try and tinker with the settings so that everything on the screen isn’t so goddamn massive.
The other thing that is irritating, is that Writer turns all URLs into hyperlinks automatically. Well, only if you use a hard return after pasting in the text of a URL. I personally arrow around a lot when navigating around a document. Meaning: when and where I can, I use the arrow keys on the keyboard to get around. Prevents me from having to use the mouse. The mouse is fucking GREAT for some computer uses. Surfing the web is one, but for text and/or documents?
Nope.
If you want to push your “skillz” try and challenge yourself to surf The Web without using the mouse. It can be done. You’re going to have to learn a fuckton of keyboard commands and hotkeys, but that’s the point…learning. That shit is there for a reason. Computer engineers aren’t idiots, and they certainly aren’t stupid. Just because you get to benefit from the simplicity of a mouse click and/or hotkey combination, doesn’t mean that the engineers who designed that functionality didn’t spend a fucking FUCKTON of time developing the systems and procedures that made that key-combo and/or mouse click such a simplicity for you. I can assure you, they did, and they do. All so you can better do all of that hard complex shit that you need to do in order to get your job done.
I read through it last night, and it got me to thinking about “compression”. I didn’t comment over there, but I thought about it as I laid in bed and tried to go to sleep last night, and now here I am commenting about it here.
That last bit messed with my head a bit. I was thinking on expansion from a Universal perspective regarding a Galactic context. Meaning: A Galaxy expanding within a Universe that is neither expanding nor contracting. Prolly some speed considerations to be made there, and some time(s) considerations to be made as well.
If the Universe and A Galaxy are both expanding at the same time, there is prolly going to need to be some synchronious/synchronous timings to accommodate both, as well as some asynchronious/asynchronous timings to offset. How can an offset amend?
My thinking is that sometimes, you need to simultaneously know not only how fast you are going, but also how fast you are NOT going. Why? Simple. Observers. There’s more to sensing and senses than just and only sight.
^Hans Zimmer – Inception (Junkie XL Remix)^
If you are looking for something definitive, congrats…you’re there.
Welcome To Here...Population = You.
^deadmau5 – FML Again^
Last night, Whatshername made some grub, she notified as to its availability, and I wandered into the kitchen to feed my fat face. As I was poking at the lumpy wads of rice that remained in the rice cooker, I overheard my daughter talking about…erm…politics. Like…personal politics. Within her circle of friends, it appears that there was an exclusive gathering, and some within the circle were not invited. This caused those not invited some dismay, and Whatshername commented something to the effect of…
“Well, you know they are all very clicky.”
My youngest son was sitting at the table eating/listening, and he asked “what is ‘clicky’?”
Whatshername replied, “They’ve all got their own little groups, within the group, and these little groups are very clicky, meaning they only hang out with each other, and the rules of the larger group don’t apply to them.”
It turns out that this “group that gathered” was/is headed by the very person who makes the rules for the large group/whole group, and that rule is…
“no fraternizing in groups/sub-groups outside of the whole group”.
So…when this same person actually had a get together, and only invited a select few of the whole group, those not invited were…confused.
I loaded my plate as fast as possible, and retreated to my room.
^deadmau5 – It’s Not You^
I was gonna write some more bullshit, but I’m now at 7 pages, so I’m gonna dial it back, then cut it off. I usually just write until I don’t feel like writing anymore, then look at the physical file size to determine how large the post is going to be.
15k to 20k = meh
20k to 25k = average
25k to 30k = beefy
30k+ = wtf?!?!??!
What could POSSIBLY be on my mind, that I needed to write so much?
But this is my first post written in OpenOffice Writer, so, I’m trying to be mindful of that “page x/x” thingie down in the bottom left-hand corner.
*Yeah… /final drag… A brilliant film, Clicky… /stubs butt… That was another Sunday evening trip to the pictures with Mother… /licks lips… It was absolutely pissing it down that night…*
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
