*It appeared the day we remote viewed the movie, Clicky? …/lights up… Blimey… /drags…*
*/plumes smoke… Actually, Blue universe Frank posted about the heatwave today… /smokes… *
*/tuts… Spoilers, Clicky…*
Sup douchebag. Or, douchebags…if there are more than one of you. Doing OK today? Wanna travel a potentially dark path? Me either too neither also.
A: ? ? ?
The concept of Satan and/or Satanism springs from your own mythos, right? So I really don’t see what you get in such a twist over every time that/those particular part(s) of your own bullshit is mentioned. Seems like all you need to do in order to defeat Satan or Lucifer or the Devil or whoever, is edit them out. Redact their evil ass(es) from The Bible.
Problem solved
But wait, you can’t do that can you? Not only does God say not to change one word, but you can’t remove the opposition. The opposite is what allows the entirety of the structure(s) to stand in the first place. Man, you guys are staring down the barrel of Gnosticism aren’t you. I mean, you’re gonna have to face the fact that you’re eventually gonna have to blame God for everything at some point, and I get the feeling that this is almost the entirety of what makes up the basis for Gnosticism…
blame God
Or if you want to avoid those pesky Gnostic conundrums, you can just keep Big Red in The Bible, God is off the hook, problem solved? Is that how this works? I’m asking because I don’t know.
You really don’t think I think you’re a douchebag, do you?
You aren't, right?
I wouldn’t sweat being called names…
X: Can I add something here?
Cade: Oh, hello. I’m sure you can add something with a modicum of effort.
X: How do you figure that you completely forgot that your favorite Iron Maiden song even existed?
Cade: Woah. I woulda expected a question like that to come from 0: or T:.
X: Anyone but me?
Cade: Pretty much, yeah.
0: Do you have an answer?
Cade: Welp, you’ve kinda muddied the waters as to what question needs to be answered.
B: No…you did that.
Cade: Muddied the waters?
B: Yes.
Cade: I realize that. But X: typically doesn’t start conversations via a rather detailed question.
Z: Are they typically more of an “observational” type of instigator?
Cade: Yeah. Fuzzy, but knowing.
F: What in the hell does that mean?
Cade: Welp, can I answer the original question first?
T: Will that give you time to think about how to respond?
Cade: Yes. And in answer to how I could possibly forget that my favorite Iron Maiden song even existed? Time.
X: Time, and…???
Cade: Time and rejection.
X: Rejection?
Cade: Yes. I started to “reject” heavy metal music when it started to get kinda…
Z: Foofoo?
Cade: Yes. Foofoo, or fufu or whatever. Frilly. Sparkly. Glam.
Z: You wanted to stay in the dark.
Cade: Yeah, something like that. I was just beginning to understand the dark, become comfortable with the dark.
X: And then?
Cade: Light.
0: Too much focus on the dark creates a glare.
Cade: Now that you put it like that, yeah. Like flicking on a light just as your eyes have adjusted to the dark.
Z: Or coming indoors on a bright and sunny day?
Cade: Yeah that too. Not grey as much as a weird mish-mashy rainbow of colors trying to find where they go/where they need to be.
X: That’s quite the description. Ever thought of it like that before?
Cade: Not really. But now that I think about it, it’s almost like shoving a rainbow flavored sno-cone into your eye.
T: How many time do you think you’ve heard that song The Prisoner?
Cade: A bunch. I used to listen to it over and over.
T: The song has a lot of colors.
Cade: Indeed it does. Up-tempo with a down-tempo intro, clarity, confusion, decision, anger, hope…
X: …and rejection.
Cade: Yes! That song does have some “rejection” overtones in it doesn’t it?
X: I hadn’t noticed.
Cade: lolz
X: 😉
F: Ahem.
Cade: I gotta scroll up, because I forgot what you asked.
F: Don’t bother.
Cade: K.
X: He’s gonna “bother” you know.
F: Why would he, when I specifically requested that he not?
0: Because he wants to know.
T: He thinks he does.
B: In the event the question is raised again.
Cade: Do I need to be here for this conversation?
F: Don’t do what I asked you not to do, and the problem is solved.
Cade: Not from my vantage point.
F: You scrolled.
Cade: Indeed I did, and in answer your original question, “knowing an answer” does not necessarily mean that you know how to provide that answer to a particular individual?
F: You were thinking of anecdotal evidence as you typed that.
Cade: Of course I was.
F: To relate the answer?
Cade: I would say, “to better relate the answer”, but that’s just me.
F: And why is that?
Cade: Because I can have the answer to a question…
T: But that doesn’t mean that you understand it.
Cade: Correct. Even less so with respect to answering an individual.
F: You know a lot of things you don’t understand?
Cade: Um, I think I need to be careful in answering that.
X: Booya.
Cade: Booya indeed.
F: What does that mean? “In your face F:?”
Cade: No. It is a correctness in the moment which buys more time for contemplation on if and how to answer your question.
F: Wait, you are saying you have answers to questions, and you don’t understand these answers, therefore you are hesitant to share these answers you have, simply because you yourself do not understand them?
Cade: Yes. Not always mind you.
F: What the hell does that mean?
Cade: Wow, my head is suddenly a train wreck.
Z: If only you were able to find a relatable anecdote, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
Cade: Tru dat.
F: You probably just have an inner desire to talk. Therefore your first instinct is block direct answers so as to inspire conversation.
Cade: Welp, that’s complete bullshit. I’m typically told that I have the finesse and delicacy of an asteroid slamming into the Yucatan Penninsula.
0: He ain’t lying.
F: How so?
A: Usually, he gives very direct answers in order to avoid conversation.
Z: Dry as the desert.
X: Heartless as stone.
T: All to avoid confusion.
Cade: Oy vey.
0: Oy vey indeed.
Cade: Avoid any perception of being deceitful.
X: Take the beating.
Cade: Forever and always, take the beating.
X: Booya.
F: Take the beating?
Cade: Get it over with. The beating is going to come irrespective of how the information is provided.
F: No justification? No rationalization?
Cade: Wait a moment here, anyone reading that might become confused as to who is rationalizing what.
Z: And why.
Cade: And why.
F: I’m confused.
Cade: Yes, I have many answers. Yes, I have many answers that I personally do not understand. Yes, I have grown hesitant in providing said information when asked for it.
F: Perhaps you are trying to avoid these beatings afterall?
Cade: Do you know what comes after?
F: Can you explain that? I don’t understand.
Cade: After someone asks me “do you know…”, and I answer directly and succinctly, do you know what comes after?
F: Another question?
Cade: Exactly. What I know, then after I tell what I know comes the question of how I know it.
F: And then?
Cade: Its a mess.
F: So, you know a bunch of stuff, but don’t know how you know it.
Cade: There are libraries you know.
F: Meaning…what?
Cade: We encountered eachother. It’s highly unlikely that I know something that others don’t know. So if you want a different source, there are plenty available.
F: Wait, is this about synchronicity?
Cade: Somewhat. Time. You want something in a timely manner, I give it to you, perhaps that saves you some time from having to go somewhere else to get it.
F: And if you don’t answer my question?
Cade: Then perhaps I was not the one that was supposed to give you the information you needed. I’m not a fucking ATM machine.
F: And what is that supposed to mean?
Cade: Go ask an ATM machine for a bottle of Dr. Pepper a bag of Cheetos and find out what I mean. Might ask the ATM machine what it thinks of the new Avengers movie whilst you are at it. Chat about the weather. Perhaps ask for investing advice or get them to comment on your wardrobe choices.
F: I would not do such a thing.
Cade: I don’t care if you would or wouldn’t.
F: Why don’t you care?
Cade: Because I don’t. “Fuzzy knowing”, I would think anyway, is not as much about whether or not to provide information requested, but how to provide the information. A “rock” is not just and only “a rock”.
F: It is if it’s a six mile wide asteroid slamming into the Yucatan Peninsula.
Cade: That isn’t a rock at all…it’s a missile.
0: If I may be so bold as to interject, this is getting a bit long, don’t you think?
Cade: It is indeed.
F: …
If you want answers, I got em’. Step right up and get your answers.
Ya know, I gotta admit…
DROP EVERYTHING and read this RIGHT NOW! Seriously. Full-length, six-section Ebook with searingly urgent and immine… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…—
David Wilcock (@david_wilcock) June 25, 2019
…I didn’t have the slightest desire to drop anything upon reading the text of that tweet. In fact, the only thing that I had a sudden desire to do, was that I seemed to have a sudden desire to NOT go read your full-length six-section ebook with its searingly urgent and imminent message. And what’s with the Pepe The Frog MOAB? Didn’t Alex Jones get sued for using shit like that?
Hey you! Yeah, you…the one who is reading this right now. Do you even know what a MOAB is?
THERE we go! That last one is what we are looking for. It’s not a daisy-cutter. What’s that? You dunno what a daisy-cutter is? Welp, you can go look it up your own damn self if you wanna. Anyway, I get the feeling that whatever this searingly urgent message is, is prolly more along the lines of investment advice and/or some kind of corporate signaling. That’s just me being conspiratorial tho.
It’s not that I don’t want to grow, it just that I’m not always real keen on growing backwards. Har har. Get it? I don’t want to GrOw…backwards?
I funny
Are you accepting, of being unaccepting?
Just pondering how someone gets their feet entrenched in concrete.
Like, did you have to agree to that?
Also, aren’t feet multi-purpose?
Movies are supposed to be entertaining. Movies are supposed to be titular. Exciting. Interesting.
Entertainment. Movies are something you are supposed to want more and more of. With respect to those concepts…
A: ???
More than that, would you know if movies had switched in their usage/utilization between a medium of entertainment, and one of entrainment? Not indoctrination, as much as entrainment. An intentional mixing/blending of concepts in order to manifest certain emotions that typically operate on different frequencies and/or carry different resonances?
Lemme give an example. Recently, the “antihero” archetype has become quite prevalent in movies, and especially superhero flicks. There’s nothing new about the antihero, but the depictions of them in movies is quite new. Ace Ventura is an antihero. The Man With No Name is an antihero. Frankenstein’s Monster is an antihero. Charles Kane is an antihero. The Shadow is an antihero.
Wait a minute here…there’s nothing new about antiheroes, except in superhero movies. Depictions of superheroes with flaws…maybe that’s what is new here. But that can’t be, because all superheroes have weaknesses. So why is it, that I would get the idea that someone is trying to use subtleties in the medium of movies to influence my outlook on certain things? Oh, that’s right, it’s because there are fucktons of people out there who are battling over the hearts and minds of the masses.
Maybe that's why I'm confused
What do you get, when you try and unconfuse someone who is not confused? Like say, I am a someone who already has the same ideas about perfection as you. If you think that I am someone who does not share your views on perfection, and you start hitting me with concepts specifically designed for those with opposing views, how would I react to those concepts? Nodding agreement? Or is confusion the more likely outcome. After all, wouldn’t you be preaching to the converted? That leaves me with no other conclusion than to wonder why in the fuck you are talking to me at all. Recruitment? Initiation?
Some kind of security check?
Here’s the dealio, I started writing this whatever yesterday morning, and yesterday afternoon, I watched a coupla movies that confused the living shit out of me. Quite sure they confused me because I didn’t understand the characters and their motivations. But the movies were Split and Glass.
What in the fuck is a stealth sequel?
The Wiki page for Split says that Split is “Hollywood’s first stealth sequel”. Anyway, I was kinda confused by the motivations of the character in Split. But then again, I had a tough time trying to decide if Split was a metaphor for government(s), more than it was a story about some nutcase living in a bomb shelter/prepper bunker.
The reason I thought the movie might be metaphorical, is because killing is the only answer. And not just and only killing, but theft, thievery and overbearing/obtrusive enslavement. Murder is also theft, slavery is supposedly illegal as is involuntary servitude. I’m kinda avoiding the topic of kidnapping because I’m trying to understand any points that Shyamalan might be trying to make in the subtext. Kinda sad really, because I sometimes feel that I can’t watch and enjoy a movie without nitpicking the fuck out of the story for “hidden meanings”.
Le sigh
It gets worse tho, because I then watched Glass. Oy vey, it only got muddier from there.
Glass seems to focus on the concept of ‘Due Process’.
‘Due Process’ is top down. That means in order for the concept to be valid, it must be respected and honored from top to bottom, at all times.
This is the Achilles’ heel of every superhero, and the eventual destruction of every supervillan…when and if to respect someone else’s rights. I guess this is why the concept is ever-present in comic books. You’ve got people who are sick and tired of waiting for the slow wheels of justice to turn, and they take matters into their own hands. We’re talking about folks here who likely trust these systems of government implicitly, and when these governments and their systems don’t deliver? Anger and rage are swift amongst the converted.
These governments get their due and proper from us after all, on time and without fail, otherwise these governments and their arms of retribution are swift and firm with us. It’s almost as if these government are indifferent to our taxpayer-on-taxpayer crimes. Wait, I meant to say citizen-on-citizen crime(s). But yeah, this third party is indifferent as to what has transpired, and even if anything has transpired. After all, they are late to the party. But at the start of the movie Glass, the “heroes” are being accused of denying criminals their right to ‘Due Process’. In other words, the government wants their piece of the action. Ironic that this character who accuses the heroes of denying rights to ‘Due Process’, themselves denied the heroes their rights to ‘Due Process’.
I’m not going to spoil the movie further, but I’ll just say that both movies are some really great stories with fucktons of flaws. I almost get the feeling that these flaws are intentional, only because I know that Shyamalan is a clever motherfucker and a great storyteller. But let me add one last thing here real quick…
Yes, whether you know it or not, there are indeed laws that dictate behavior. Laws that eradicate choice completely, and lead to a ridiculously twisted web of “what I would have done in that situation” types of debates.
/me rolls eyes
So…there is a law…it states that you must stop and render aid if you see a car crash.
So…there is a law…it states that you cannot carry a pocket knife on your person.
So…there is a car crash in front of you. You stop because you are legally obligated to do so.
So…a person in one of the cars is trapped because the seat belt is jammed from the impact.
So…the car is on fire.
So…you have no way to cut this seatbelt because knives are illegal to carry.
So…you are required to be a superhero, but your hands are tied.
So…this law required you to stop and watch/witness this person burn to death as you stand helpless.
Yep, it’s a mess.
Good luck!
Don’t ask me how in the fuck this started off with contemplating the concept of defects in your own religion’s mythos, and wound up contemplating comic books and movies. Just kinda…happened that way.
Is it possible to plan chaos? I bet a healthy dose of order would help.
Sorry, just really lost in this concept of onscreen retribution and/or vengeance. But then again, I guess onscreen forgiveness would be boring as fuck. A superhero wandering around absolving criminals of their crimes? What a snoozefest. The hero could just as well stay home, kick their feet up, have a beer, eat some Doritos and watch television. That would be a good show model for product placement tho.
“You're watching...The Hero That Wasn't!, brought to you buy...”
*/:O…Yikes!*
*Good choice, Clicky… /lights up… To be honest I prefer this track. Loopy sumtimes sings it when he’s gaming…*
In the world of MRS REGN, RESPIRATION comes after MOVEMENT and before SENSITIVITY, REPRODUCTION (REPRODUCTION - yellow on white is hard to see), EXCRETION, GROWTH AND NUTRITION...
Tesla’s Dirty Secret: It Was Banging Out Parts Of The Model 3 By Hand
In algebraic geometry and algebraic topology, a branch of mathematics, A1 homotopy theory is a way to apply the techniques of algebraic topology, specifically homotopy, to algebraic varieties and, more generally, to schemes. The theory is due to Fabien Morel and Vladimir Voevodsky. The underlying idea is that it should be possible to develop a purely algebraic approach to homotopy theory by replacing the unit interval [0, 1], which is not an algebraic variety, with the affine line A1, which is. The theory requires a substantial amount of technique to set up, but has spectacular applications such as Voevodsky’s construction of the derived category of mixed motives and the proof of the Milnor and Bloch-Kato conjectures.
Fast forward to today when French nuclear watchdogISRN reported that another spike in airborne radioactivity has been detected in the air in Western and Central Europe: “Ruthenium-106 has been detected by several European networks involved in the monitoring of atmospheric radioactive contamination, at levels of a few milliBecquerels per cubic meter of air.”
According to IRSN calculations, based on the concentration levels measured in several European countries and on the meteorological conditions of the last few days, the contaminated air could have been generated from southern regions of Ural or located close to those. “IRSN is continuing its investigations to try to confirm the origin of this atmospheric pollution.”
ruthenium (n.)metallic element, 1845, named by Russian chemist Karl Klauss, from a name proposed earlier (1828) in reference to a metal extracted from ores from the Ural Mountains of Russia (see Ruthenian). With metallic element ending -ium.
*Data detecting Wall? …/ 😀 …Elementary, my dear Clicky! …/pats snout…*
The prominent, and now radioactive Hollywood producer, famous for such Oscar winners as “The English Patient” and “Shakespeare in Love,” took a leave of absence from his production company following the New York Times article on Thursday.
*”Calm before the storm”, eh? You know what Clicky, I don’t understand the thinking behind academia and media leaders… /lights up…. Ya know, EXPERTS attacking Trump so much? He’s vain; it’s his flaw butt they’re driving him into the arms of the those who CAN-KNOT call him anything butt “SIR!” to his face… /smokes… Ore “YESSIR!” …/slurps covfefe…*
*Exactly… /sighs…*
In Early Tweetstorm, Trump Praises WaPo, Slams NBC And “Late Night Comedians”, Reaches Out To Schumer
*Spend a Penny? See a Penny? …/thinks… Penis meteor than the words? … Penny drops? …/stubs butt… Whoa… /look sup… Damn! That’s a big post… /sucks teeth… Better get a Song to fin-ish, Clicky…*
*Thanks! …/blows kiss… Another?*
*…/rolls eyes…*
*Okay, Clicky… Let’s go there… /pats snout…*
snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snapped; snapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.
Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?
One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.
*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*
*Re: Member? …/puffs some more…*
*Oh yeah! …/stubs butt…*
*/coughs uncontrollably…*
*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*
snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen “to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel “bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).
As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.
Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”
“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”
*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*
*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*
*/stubs butt… Oh go on then, Clicky. Go get another one… /pats snout…*
steam (v.)Old English stiemen, stymen“emit vapor, emit a scent or odor,” from the root of steam (n.). Meaning “go by steam power” is from 1831. Transitive sense from 1660s, “to emit as steam;” meaning “to treat with steam” is from 1798. Slang steam up (transitive) “make (someone) angry” is from 1922.
Related: Steamed; steaming.
steam (n.) Old English steam “vapor, fume, water in a gaseous state,” from Proto-Germanic *staumaz (source also of Dutch stoom “steam”), of unknown origin. Meaning “vapor of boiling water used to drive an engine” is from 1690s, hence steam age (1828) and many figurative uses, such as let off steam (1831, literal), blow off steam (1857, figurative),full-steam (1878), get up steam (1887, figurative). Steam heat is from 1820s in thermodynamics; as a method of temperature control from 1904.
We have given her six months to consider the matter, and in this steam age of the world, no woman ought to require a longer time to make up her mind. [Sarah Josepha Hale, “Sketches of American Character,” 1828]
*/flicks lighter… A good review that I’m happy to share, Clicky, but vaping? …/lights up… Fuck off – they’re just Tobacco Control Lite… /drags… If I want to inhale steam, I’ll boil a kettle…*
*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*
*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*
*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*
*plak- (1)also *plāk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of root *pele- (2) “flat; to spread.”
It forms all or part of: flag (n.2) “flat stone for paving;” flagstone; flake (n.) “thin flat piece,; flaw; floe; fluke (n.3) “flatfish;” placenta; plagal; plagiarism; plagio-; planchet; plank.
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek plakoeis“flat,”plax“level surface, anything flat;” Lettish plakt “to become flat;” Old Norse flaga “layer of earth,” Norwegian flag “open sea,” Old English floh “piece of stone, fragment,” Old High German fluoh “cliff.”
*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *
*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*
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I’ve decided to give Bing News a shot today…
…but I have a feeling…
…this might be a little…
…lopsided….
…assuming that Bing routes most of it’s shit through MSN.
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Now…I know what you are thinking.
You are thinking…
DUDE!!! I ALREADY READ ALL THAT SHIT!!!
Well I hadn’t.
Go fuck yourself.
I saw an advertisement on that last story, that talked about “why doctors will no longer prescribe Metformin”…and the advertisement went on to say…that the ad…was selected…for me.
A: ?!?!?
The link to the story was 500 fucking miles long, so I skipped it, and just went and looked up Metformin on Google.
I don’t have diabetes…type 2 or otherwise. WTF?!?!?
Is everything designed to kill us? Something is not adding up.
Yeah…it’s adding up…but to what?
For whom?
A: According to the U.S. Mint, there are currently 147.3 million ounces of gold in Fort Knox, KY. At a current price of about $1,776 per ounce, this is worth 261.6 billion dollars.
I’d like mine in cash please. Hell, that ain’t even 1/2 an ounce of gold.
I knew I wasn't worth a fuck
…but damn…that’s some hardcore, cold-blooded shit right there.
This article says…that The U.S. Treasury actually has 8,134 tons in total. So I guess only about half of that is in Kentucky.
Considering that the year that I made the most money – I made right at $120,000 that year – I paid over $40,000 in taxes, and averaged working about 70 hours per week…um…yeah.
I gotta regroup here.
I am dissapoint (sic)
j/k
I got a question about your view of “not being able to see time”…
To relate…let’s think about drag racing, since an interest in both time and trains should certainly be easily relatable to drag racing, from both the participant and spectator positions.
There was a video that I posted sometime back, that showed a guy getting a ride-along in a drag car. There was an in-car video camera, and at the end of the ride, the passenger commented…
“That seemed like a LOT longer time from inside the car!”
The drag car in question, was about an 11/12 second car. Meaning it took about 11/12 seconds to cover the 1/4 mile, which is 1,320 feet.
Find a clock that has a second hand…now watch it click off 11 seconds.
Keep in mind, that a drag car never stops accelerating.
So for the entire time, of that 11 seconds, you are going faster and faster, the whole time.
If you were traveling at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second…you just covered 2,048,882 miles.
BUT!!! What if…you started @ a relative “0-speed” and accelerated from 0 to 186,282 miles per second within that 11 seconds?
Q: What encountered you?
So yeah…spin. All kinds of spin and spins. I’m not trying to sell anyone on anything…just trying to describe what I see. I don’t think I’m alone in what I see…just…yeah…alone-ish or something.
😐
Anyway…what is really cool to me, relativistically…is when there is a proximate particle or mass, that appears to be not moving at all. Yet relative to some distant particle or mass…it may be moving at some fucking RIDICULOUS speeds.
Pert near Ludicrous Speed. 😛
Especially if those particles/masses are entangled.
Shit gets really funky from there.
For example, if two masses are entangled at great distance…they may swap places, and your never ever know it, save for a change in the mass that you are observing. You don’t actually know that it’s a different mass…you just know that a change has taken place.
We make assumptions that these actions/reactions are local or even localized…but that’s not always the case. By the time out new mass moves in, and replaces the old one, the new one may have been traveling at ridiculous speeds over great distances. The old one and new one, transfer energy/energies and momentum(s), and the old one hauls ass elsewhere.
Further…the old one may transfer it’s entanglement many times as it heads out wherever it is going. Like tumblers handshaking here and there and everywhere. Lots of parts, lots of methods, lots of mediums, lots of time. I dunno…I get jazzed when anyone talks about time. Keep it contextual, and everything else becomes possible.
Grains of sand, to eyes of needles.
Where was I?
Prolly gonna go find some ice for my balls.
Fuckin’ Limeys.
What does this mean? I dunno. Go arrest the FBI. I guess they could just handcuff themselves and turn themselves in…but I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe pull their funding? Stop printing their paychecks and turn the electricity off in The J.Edgar Building…that might get someone’s attention. Or how about make the FBI go without toilet paper until they produce this shit.
lolz That sounds funny.
PRODUCE THIS SHIT…OR YA’LL GETS NO TP UNTIL YOU DOO!!!
It occurs to me, that with all of this secrecy, we’ve been operating in a “Minority Report” kind of “Thought Police” kind of mode for a long time. This isn’t about every American having an FBI file irrespective of whether or not they’ve ever committed a crime. That I can quasi-sorta understand on some levels. This is about accountability via secrecy.
With secrecy, there is no accountability. How can there be? We’re not talking about privacy. Government like ours deserves none. I should be able to go to FBI.gov, and look up my own name, and see if I’m being investigated for anything. See if I’ve ever been investigated for anything. See if it’s ever been recommended that I be investigated for anything, on who’s recommendation, and why.
I should be able to look up how much money The FBI spent on coffee last month. How much they spent on sugar. How much they spent on drink cups and coffee stirrers. Who is requisitioning government planes instead of flying commercial. Does that sound good? I can think of some more stuff if you need suggestions. Just let me know.
So yeah…it’s not about this or that, it’s about this and that, and everything else. I thought that’s what accountability was\is?
I guess one could argue that my thoughts on particle and mass motion could be summed up to slight of hand. But…what about preservation of mass? Preservation of energy? Preservation of energy? If you don’t have the balls to countermand your own bullshit, it’s prolly why you aren’t getting anywhere. Hey asshat(s)…I’m on your team.
Ain't I?
Ah HA!!! A question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Cade: Didn’t see this one coming. Are we talking local, less-local, or non-local? Because you have to consider them all. If we thing of a string as being the current method of binding of some particular particles…which part of the string are you seeing? How would you know? When the energy and energies run out…welp…what about less bound strings?
If you disconnect your machines, or turn them off, or stop the process that was further intermingled with the goings on…why wouldn’t shit stop? I mean…we are talking about operating within time and times here. Are you really willing to go the distance? What if you only get one chance to “tap” an infinite power source, but that source is more like Morse code, and there is a thousand years that will transpire until the next dah or dit?
Yes…I’m suggesting that “tapping” or “harnessing” ANYTHING…can, and will, have consequences. Why wouldn’t it? Just because something is local…you think it’s ours? What…are you drowning and there’s a life-ring nearby…hence…it’s yours? I don’t think things work like that. Certainly not always. We need more information.
Sound familiar?
It should.
Man…I went from Diabetes to Flowers to Moths to Football in like…nothing flat. Must be football season or some such. Yesterday was the first day of Fall… so…yeah…foosball!!!
Mama Boucher: Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin’ each other… ‘Member when dat man wanted you to play foos-ball, Bobby?
Movie = The Waterboy
It don’t hurt none, to talk about whatever in the fuck I want, do it? I never would have considering yapping about anything at all till just a coupla years ago. Too much pride I guess. Too afraid to be wrong, and even more afraid of being right.
That's no way to live...is it?
I’ve had to get a lot of shit out of my system over at my own blog lately. I guess mainly because I can freewheel a shade more in a single direction, and spend more time doing it. When I sit down to write these things here? The objective is to move as rapidly as possible, and cover as much ground as possible. Not really, but my objective is to spend as little time as possible between A and B, and I’ve no idea what that is going to be.
Like tonight/this morning? I really didn’t have much in my head at all. Nothing that I really wanted to write about. I’ve got some other writing that I want to do, but nothing is currently coming to mind. It’s difficult to write a story that you’ve already completed in your head. Not that I’ve ever tried to write like this before or anything…but God bless her…someone has prodded me along in a very clever way over the last coupla days, and I’m thankful for that. But I guess I gotta go the rest of the way now.
Now...what's that bit about announcing your plans and hearing/watching God laugh?
Christmas is just around the corner I guess. I wonder when everything will go on sale? And since when is everything on sale? There’s something vague booping around in this empty head of mine, and has been for a few days. Ever since I saw mention of slavery somewhere along the line, and these Anunnaki fucks keeps bopping in and out of my noggin’.
But yeah...
Being off-balance helps me think. But this shit ain’t like that. To say that it was this kind of thought or that kind of thought, meaning good or bad, would be…kinda…on track…but not really. It’s not really like that. I’m not sure that a judgement call could be made like that with respect to “aliens” or “extra-terrestrials”…mainly because of us.
We are SOOOOooo fucking convinced, that anyone who shows up, is just here to take shit away from us. Welp, who the FUCK owns the shit now? At best, I’ve apparently got a $1,500 stake in the country in which I live, and THAT’S assuming that the other 323.1 million fucks that live here are feeling generous, and willing to let me sell my 1oz stake of gold that is sitting somewhere where I can’t get to it. I didn’t dig that shit up. Where’d it come from?
What’s it like to get old? Let’s see.
Who…in the fuck…is PRB?
Oh. Anyway…
“The number of Americans ages 65 and older is projected to more than double from 46 million today to over 98 million by 2060, and the 65-and-older age group’s share of the total population will rise to nearly 24 percent from 15 percent.”
So…there’s 46 million peeps over 65 in The USA.
Here’s your paycheck…go play golf.
Considering that the retirement age is now 70, and these PRB fucks say that the number of old farts is gonna almost double by 2060…wait…
WHAT?!?!?!?!? 20-fucking-60?!?!?!?
I’ll be 92 fucking years old in 2060. You really think that anyone, who is 27 years old right now, will give a flying fuck about some 92 year-old asshole in 2060?
Yeah…someone who is 27 years old right now, will be eligible to retire in 2060. What about some young punk that was born today? Yeah…today…as in…September 23rd of 2017…they’ll be 43 in 2060. You think that they will give two fucks about two old fucks aged 92 and 70?
Nope.
They’ll be driving flying sportscars, chasing skirts, and writing child-support/alimony checks in the midst of their mid-life crisis, all while battling Hepatitis L.
Meh…I’ll prolly be on Mars and/or The Moon/Luna by 2060. Maybe even Jupiter or Saturn. The mail is prolly slow getting out that way…so you can keep the Social Security checks.
Damn…it’s 03:05…I could use a hug.
<huggles>
Lots of tics and tocs and dahs and dits and beeps and boops to be seen at these levels.
Don’t need anyone? Good for you. What about those that do? What about those that don’t, and then they do? I dunno either.
Event driven time.
Event driven times.
What kinds?
All kinds.
What cha got in minds?
We got all kinds of fine finds for you to finds.
Hop on in on of the lines.
Sees what you can sees, and finds what you can finds.
Your answers are your own.
I just remembered that my driver’s license expires in two months.
Yeesh…I’ll have no “valid I.D.” while cruising the motherland. Or fatherland. Or homeland. Or whatever in the fuck it my comrades call it.
A paranoid bunch we are.
We prolly need some secret organizations to keep us safe.
Let’s form some.
We need a manifesto first tho.
I quit.
I don’t have anything against beliefs and traditions and shit like that. Cept the ones that tell me what a piece of shit I am. Or the ones that tell me how fucking great I am.
Too confusing.
I dunno…I’ll figure it out. But I did address some pomp and circumstance kinds of things over at my own blog earlier this evening. If I need a pound of Wolfsbane, a goats right testicle, and a pure copper talisman in the shape of two figure 8’s bound by three stars and a zero? Where in the fuck am I supposed to get that shit? I gots no monies, and this shit don’t grow on trees ya know.
I don’t mind going without. I appreciate the suggestion, but I’d bet that goat needs his balls more than I need protection from whatever it is that’s hounding me. You think they’ll bargain? Maybe say…two used golf-balls in place of the goat’s ball? Time and a place for everything? Just being nice and trying to do the right thing(s) in my own life isn’t enough? What about over time? Over times?
Yeah…I forgot…works count for nothing. Everyone take 5. Smoke em’ if ya got em’.
😛
For Bubba.
*/daydreaming… Hmm… I hope so too, Clicky…*
*What?*
*Alright! I’m dooing it… /rolls eyes…*
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Naturally, I replied… /drags…*
*/blows smoke ring… And ‘the Law‘ has been relaxed, somewhat…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
*/sharp intake of breath…*
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
*/sigh… Prolly… /stubs butt…*
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
*Mm… Orange is a Shining colour, Clicky…*
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
*…/puffs… are experiencing PTSD… ‘President Trump Stress Disorder… /sniggers… Smoke, don’t smoke? …/shrugs… Perhaps what they really need is massage…*
*Invigorating…*
On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.
*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*
*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*
*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*
*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*
*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*
*Hmm…*
*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*
*/looks at clock… Yikes! It’s getting late… Do you think Dear Reader will mind if I snuck off, Clicky?*
*Okay, just leave a Song… /lights up… make it a good one…*
*Oh fucking hell, yeah! Good spot, Clicky!*
Dark Side of the Rainbow – also known as Dark Side of Oz or The Wizard of Floyd – refers to the pairing of the 1973 Pink Floyd album The Dark Side of the Moon with the visual portion of the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz.
This produces moments where the film and the album appear to correspond with each other. The title of the music video mashup-like experience comes from a combination of the album title, the album cover, and the film’s song “Over the Rainbow.” Band members and others involved in the making of the album state that any relationship between the two works of art is merely a coincidence.
*Ah, the whole thing, good idea…*
health (n.) Old English hælþ “wholeness, a being whole, sound or well,” from Proto-Germanic *hailitho, from PIE *kailo- “whole, uninjured, of good omen” (source also of Old English hal “hale, whole;” Old Norse heill “healthy;” Old English halig, Old Norse helge “holy, sacred;” Old English hælan “to heal”). With Proto-Germanic abstract noun suffix *-itho (see -th (2)). Of physical health in Middle English, but also “prosperity, happiness, welfare; preservation, safety.” An abstract noun to whole, not to heal. Meaning “a salutation” (in a toast, etc.) wishing one welfare or prosperity is from 1590s. Health food is from 1848.
*Ah ha… In the Pink… Blimey, you’re on a bit of a roll today, Clicky…*
The general usage of this phrase has altered somewhat since it first entered the language. We now usually see it with the specific meaning of ‘the pink of condition’, that is, in the best possible health. It is tempting but, as it turns out, misguided, to assume an association between ‘the pink of condition’ and the healthily glowing pink cheeks of new-born babies or energetic sportsmen/sportswomen and the like.
*The doctors at the W.H.O. don’t want anyone to die, Clicky… A deeply flawed utopian quest… /deep sigh… They’ll kill us all…*
*Clicky, that’s in Italian… /thinks… Oh, yeah…*
Baʿal is well-attested in surviving inscriptions and was popular in theophoric names throughout the Levant but he is usually mentioned along with other gods, “his own field of action being seldom defined”. Nonetheless, Ugaritic records show him as a weather god, with particular power over lightning, wind, rain, and fertility.
*/squints… Who? W.H.O? … 😀 …I pee si, si… /crosses legs…*
Baal (/ˈbeɪl/BAYL; sometimes spelled Bael, Baël (French), Baell) is in 17th century goetic occult writings as one of the seven princes of Hell. The name is drawn from the Canaanite deity Baal mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as the primary god of the Phoenicians.
In this unholy hierarchy, Baal (usually spelt “Bael” in this context; there is a possibility that the two figures aren’t connected) was ranked as the first and principal king in Hell, ruling over the East. According to some authors Baal is a Duke, with sixty-six legions of demons under his command.
During the English Puritan period Baal was either compared to Satan or considered his main assistant. According to Francis Barrett he has the power to make those who invoke him invisible, and to some other demonologists his power is stronger in October. According to some sources, he can make people wise, and speaks hoarsely.
While his Semitic predecessor was depicted as a man or a bull, the demon Baal was in grimoire tradition said to appear in the forms of a man, cat, toad, or combinations thereof. An illustration in Collin de Plancy’s 1818 book Dictionnaire Infernal placed the heads of the three creatures onto a set of spider legs.
*Ugh… /shivers… Dreadful woman, paid to inflate hate…*
*I wonder if that’s why they now want to eliminate pop…*
*Oh Clicky, Sweetie… I’ve hardly started… /pats snout…*
*That thread got long and pointlessly pointy, Clicky… Fun afternoon though…*
*Heh… ‘cos play’s the thing, Clicky…*
*I guess it does look a bit bearish, Clicky…*
I have decided to write a bit this morning….I hope you don’t mind.
I have decided to be extra-mindful of my writing/textual expressiveness…I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you don't mind...I hope you don't mind.
Q1: Cade, do you mind?
A1: …not really.
Q2: Cade, what set you off to writing this morning?
A2: One word…but I’m not gonna tell you what that word is just yet.
Welp…reading…I guess is what really “set me off”…if you wanna get technical. But since we, as humans, tend to have this capacity and/or need for redux, is it really any wonder that one single word, nested within several thousand words can set us off? Rev our motors? Send us packing? Dizzy our head(s)?
Don’t think so?
Let’s experiment…gender-neutral.
I guess that could be considered dirty pool since:
A) it’s two words denoting a single concept, and
B) it’s very current, new-ish, news-ish, popular, trendy.
So let’s change it up a bit…lartuen-redneg.
How’s that? Better?
Q: Cade, what exactly is…The Whatever However Hotline?
A: Welp…let’s be straightforward here…TWHH is communications via alternate means. Think of it like a Déjà Vu that is packaged differently, and this differently packaged package has different atomic spin. It travels along the same pathway(s) as a deja-vu, but has it’s own ringtone…if you will. Let’s call it…A Déjà-Boo…or Déjà Bʊ, for continuity.
So … this one word … that grabbed me … shook me … made my head spin … made my eyes roll … made my fingers start dancing around on this keyboard in some white-boy boogie type of crazy-legged dance?
Ready?
Here it is->Progressives.
That should narrow its source down…
…considering that I don’t read very many websites/blogs, and that short list of mine has gotten even shorter as of late. If you wanna track down the source, knock yerself out. I’m gonna Google, Bing, Yahoo and Dogpile real quick while you do whatever it is that you personally decide to do…
I’m gonna stop right there…because Yahoo gave me some results that aren’t some goddamn insurance agency own website(s) and every fucking social media portal that they have invaded.
The above got me to where I really wanted to go…
I mean…no…I really didn’t want to go there on this fine Saturday morning…but yeah…I really wanted to go there on this fine Saturday morning.
Speaking of which…it’s currently 08:56AM…and there are several helicopters flying low overhead for some reason. Good thing I didn’t want to sleep-in this morning, eh? Lemme go outside and see whazzup…
Went outside…siren going off in the direction towards the end of my street…I can only assume that another high-speed cop chase ended at the end of the street on which I currently reside. What a world.
😐
For the sake of liberty and freedom, I used my freedom and took the liberty of taking the sub-categories and reclassifying them into one big supergroup of subgroups of “political ideologies”…since “political ideologies” is too … restrictive … too limiting … too…erm…political.
I spent almost two minutes of my time taking that screenshot and editing it in MS Paint, and it prolly took like another 30 seconds or so to host it on my own blog. God only knows how long it has taken me to think and write about it here…we could be close to double-digits in minutes-spent.
Oh the humanity.
I’d like to think that it took only a second or two for me to arrive at the conclusion that all political groups are idiots. But I’m gonna be 50 years old in a little over 3 months. So I guess it would be kinda foolish for me to try and explain every single life experience over that amount of time that has made me a hater of almost any and all politically motivated groups of any and all kinds/unkinds.
Once the individual abandons their individuality for the sake of a herd, that individual ceases to exist within the context and confines of that heard. Prolly why concepts like Solidarność are so fleeting. They are energy and energies manifested in a tide that is pitted against a wall or some other fixed barrier. If you aren’t prepared to bail on this movement every step of the way…this movement will fail.
I mean…it’s gonna fail at some point, whether that be pre or post any success and/or successes. But that’s kinda why I feel that Big Ben in London should be disassembled and reassembled instead of propped up. I prolly feel differently about The Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s a different animal entirely…ain’t it?
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
After all this time, I finally broke down and looked up one of the creators of some of the images I use…Bees And Bombs.
It seems that he is a PhD of some kind, so I now hate his guts and will no longer use his images in any of my posts and/or writings of ANY kind. All this time, and I had no idea that this elitist fuck was…was…was…AN ELITIST FUCK!!!
I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.
I digress.
/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
Does it piss you off?
Yeah…that grouping that I did above…does it piss you off?
Think I am somehow including myself out, or on the outside looking in?
Welp…you would be quasi-correct. The only problem is, that these groups include me in to include me out…so…yeah…I find myself wherever it is that I find myself. And being that I am, who I am, and I am where I am, the only reason that someone would suddenly want to include me…welp…I would have to seriously question their motives in doing so. I’m not some bottle of wine. Maybe a bottle of whine, but I digress.
Yeah…I cannot see any group including me even tho there are many that I personally identify with. But what really gives me the shakes? What causes me dismay and makes me nervous? Finding myself within a separatist group that I identify with wholly. Contextually, that nesting has to go way up, way down, and hit all points inbetween.
But I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin…so…whatever. I just don’t consider these facts as ringing endorsements for human groups and grouping. Prolly why “The Tower of Babel” makes so much sense from a practicality standpoint. I mean yeah…Babel makes no sense…but that’s kinda the point. Does that make sense?
I dunno. The “blood out” types of revolution seem to have failed so many, so miserably, I simply cannot see how this continued thinking can serve. Maybe self-serve, but that’s the problem with spilling blood, eh?
Not that I think some “blood in” revolution is going to fix anything either. Certainly not some organized one. It negates the very individual and individuals it is meant to serve. I personally believe that there is a God…gods…even. But I ain’t in any hurry to meet any of these motherfuckers. There HAS to be a better way. I think I’ve found that way…but I ain’t saying what it is.
I’m hungry. Anyone else hungry? Whatshername has a wedding today, so she’s gone all day. Her and her cousin have been planning/working on this wedding for several months I guess, and they’ve been doing something all week long…the wedding is today. I have no idea when, I just know that I was not invited…so…meh…no free food and/or free booze.
😦
Her cousin has 10 kids, and I think that this particular one that is getting married today is like the 4th or 5th in age. He’s a cool kid tho, kinda weird amongst the weirdos, cause all of them are weird, but yeah…this one is kinda extra-weird.
That kinda gets me to thinking about marriage tho. I personally have no regrets. None that I can cast off the entirety of the concept of marriage itself, and certainly not even my own marriage which ended in divorce. Weird how that works, eh? I wish them well.
/shrug
G: Bamboozleswaggled, eh?
Cade: lolz…yeah. You like that one?
G: Not really. Upon hearing that word…I was forced to drop by and make sure there was no bamboozleswagglin’ actually goin’ on down here.
Cade: And?
0:
G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?
Cade: Oh shit.
Z: Oh shit is right.
A: Agree.
X: Yer mine now tough guy.
Cade: Wait wait wait…wait a moment here. You had me from the onset as the protagonist and/or instagator…so…what’s this all about?
X: Woah thar Mistar Big-Britches…let’s not get the cart before the trailer-hitch.
Cade: Isn’t that where the horse goes?
X: What if there is more than one horse?
Cade: Isn’t that where the horses go?
T: An English lesson…go got served one.
Cade: Fat lotta good that will do.
X: Turn that Chopin Funeral March tune off…we need a different one for below.
Cade: K.
X: …
Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.
A: Lotta 6's to consider there.
“The Media?” The media. THE MEDIA?!?!?!?
A: ¿¿¿???¿¿¿
I guess we’ll just…make it up as we go, eh?
OK…well…that’s all of the fucking news that I can stand for a single day.
Ok…well…maybe one more.
Trump. Trump did this. Trump did this? Is it any wonder that virtually anyone and everyone is looked upon as some kind of dictator and/or tyrant when written about within “The Media”?
There are no “new levels”…just…levels and leveling.
You’re unique tho…so…don’t let the lack of new infrastructure bother you too much.
😉
I wonder sometimes what goes through RooBeeDoo/Roob’s mind when I send her these things. What she thinks about when she edits them. Why she chooses what she chooses with respect to any formatting. Why she adds whatever she adds in her “top and tail” portions of these things. But in truth, I don’t think about it much…or at least, I try not to. I also don’t want to know. We are two people separated by miles and miles, oceans of both land and sea, a shitload of borders and bridges, and a timezone or six also divides us.
^Koyaanisqatsi (RORSCHACH VERSION)^
So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?
Not much.
You can’t even go into a National Park or State Park and setup a tent and camp anymore. You gotta do this in certain areas, and that in other areas, and the other stuff in approved areas on approved days and dates…I don’t think I like that very much. I would imagine that any state-owned properties not only belongs to the citizenry, but that the citizenry can go there any time they damn well please.
When you speed up the life process, you speed up the death process AND slow it down…and when you slow down the life process, you slow down the death process AND speed it up. That’ll bring us to conception. Yeah…life is…erm…you know what…fuck this….no way in hell I’m gonna tangle with this.
I’m thinking that New Orleans might be a good choice. That’s where I’m currently leaning anyway. Maybe I could get me a job on a barge or a ferry or a fishing boat of some kind. I wonder if I started in/around New Orleans, then worked my way east, if I would make it all the way to Florida before finding a job. I mean, assuming there is a job to be found.
I was just contemplating how much shoreline I would have to cover before someone might hire me, and if not, what in the fuck I would do once getting to Florida? Welp…if I continued around the horn of Florida, I’d eventually wind up headed back towards the Carolinas. That would put me on a path to New York City, which is where I always wanted to go anyway.
😐
I guess I've shot my wad...run out of gas...no wind in my sails...kaput.
I wander…
I wonder…
I wa wa wo wo WOAH!!!
Prince’s music is back on YouTube? WTF?!?!?!?!?
Someone musta worked through all the bullshit or whatever.
I have no clue.
Not like ChiPs and Fantasy Island and Love Boat were ever taken off the air, so we have no frame of reference.
I guess shit comes and goes or something.
Let's do two for the fuck of it.
Meh.
*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*
Welcome to the LoL
Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Life, love and destiny.
Breaking news and thoughtless commentary on the world.
exploring the matters of matter
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
Gastradamus is my name, and Gassy Topics are my game!
A site for seekers of knowledge.
A Trawl through my VHS library
For everyone who loves smoking (and the people who love those people)
Complaints from an old inmate
Cade F.O.N Apollyon
The collective unconscious '37' aspects of the path to enlightenment
Underfoot Poetry - a poetry blog
A FORUM FOR THE PEOPLE OF BOLTON WHO ENJOY TOBACCO
Travel. Climbing. Characters. True stories, well told.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
"El que resiste, gana". Camilo José Cela
Just another WordPress.com site
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
Serving up hors d'oeuvres from The Brain
Where threads are born off-topic
A sensible ghosthunter
Where we keep an Open Mind and an Open Door Policy
A lab, a swamp and some interesting writing implements.
how to love
"...two roads diverged in a wood and I- I took the one less travelled by and that has made ALL the difference." - Robert Frost (1920)
Thoughts on pseudoscience, football and pop culture
In Memory of all the smokers driven to their deaths by smoking bans
Exposing Anti-Smoker Crimes
The greatest dreams are achieved with open eyes and a conscious mind...
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
An on and off the wall examination of all things Doctor Who
weaving the threads of play, intuition & synchronicity with truth-seeking & research
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.
Banging on about the Smoking Ban
A drink, a smoke and a heavy hat.
Exploring the Global Digital Unconscious
A Cognitive Dissident
365 Days of Living the Dale Carnegie Principles
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