The Game… */winks…* Is Afoot

And here, Dear Reader, is the foot…

Okie Smoking

I’ve been thinking about how in the HELL I would start this series of shambles…

omnishambles

*/lights up… To err is human, Clicky… /drags… and that was said by A POPE… /squints… So there! …/sticks out tongue…*

…ever since mentioning the series at the tail end of the last LoL post, a Missive From ‘Merica penned by my very good friend, the Okie Devil of Text US…

‘Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRS REGN –  pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along.’

is-quoting-yourself-plagiarism-or-arrogant

*Purely a short cut, Clicky… /squints… Now stop interrupting…*

After much fretting and pondering, inspiration finally arrived in a form of a cigarette, accompanied by a right foot caked in earth…Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 1

I was shocked; Cade doesn’t smoke. He’s asthmatic and besides, he prefers to chew tobacco than smoke it, Dear Reader. If current day smokers are treated badly – and we are – then spare a thought for the chewers – they were ousted from polite society a hundred years ago

*/flicks ASH…*

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Howdy. Yep…it’s me…Loudmouth McTalksalot (Cade). Sorry to buttinski here, but I’m gonna.

I just recently asked RooBeeDoo a question about “Gang Stalking“, and asked this question within the context of a certain video that I forwarded to her for her opinion(s).

My Q: What branch of MRS REGN would “gang stalking” fall under?

Her A: Growth.

Purple = Growth. 

This was, and is, interesting to me. Her whole MRS REGN business interests me because of it’s relationship to the chakras, but more than that, it interests me because of how Roob found these things. She’s told me that she never connected the two until I said something about it, and I believe her. I mean, were it not for books, television, radio, the Internet, and their related structures, one could potentially stumble upon and create a virtually identical system without prior knowledge of the existing system even being there.

I personally see this as a type of providence…very substantive and very direct. A very specific and likely very personal reason for revisiting an existing something in a new way with and via a new set of eyes and/or experiences. So yeah…a smart one that RooBeeDoo is. Saw something that needed doing, and did it. To think that a certain something that was devised “here” is equally applicable to somewhere else where this system does not exist/has not existed? Doesn’t make sense to me…but that’s just me.

I’m not particularly fond of a system that ignores the individual, or a system that is willing to ignore the individual, all for the sake of that system.

/shrug
^Kundalini & the Power of Awakening: A Spontaneous Kundalini Experience^

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*Heh… /puffs merrily… A tail of/to CT’s… /merrily puffs… You’re such a wag, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Okay, long story short, Dear Reader, MRS REGN – Movement, Respiration, Sensitivity, Reproduction, Excretion, Growth, Nutrition – are 7 processes to determine life on this planet, as ascribed by ‘Science‘. I simply ascribed a colour from the REGN-bow-wow to each of the processes. To help me navigate ‘Sophia’s Correction’…

Joe Fox: Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. She was too proud.
Kathleen Kelly: I thought you hated Pride and Prejudice.
Joe Fox: Or was she too prejudiced and Mr. Darcy is too proud? I can’t remember.
Joe Fox: It wasn’t personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I’m so sick of that! All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s personal to a lot of people. What is so wrong with being personal anyway?
Joe Fox: Nothing.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
Kathleen Kelly: My head is starting to get fuzzy. Why did you stop by again? I forget.
Joe Fox: I wanted to be your friend. I knew it wasn’t possible. Sometimes a guy just wants the impossible.

You’ve Got Mail

Smoking, Dear Reader, is personal to me… It’s a lens

Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 2Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 3Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 4Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 5Cade shares the best cig hes ever smoked with Roob 6

*/final drag… I think that’s enough for now, Clicky… /stubs butt… You go get a Song and I’ll tie this shambles off…*

So, a synchromystical shambles on MOVEMENT will be up first, Dear Reader. As I’m on holiday, I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress and… Have a Song… 😉

Man Dial A Defect

Enormous chair

authority (n.)

‘c. 1200, autoriteauctorite “authoritative passage or statement, book or quotation that settles an argument, passage from Scripture,” from Old French autoritéauctorité “authority, prestige, right, permission, dignity, gravity; the Scriptures” (12c.; Modern French autorité), from Latin auctoritatem (nominative auctoritas) “invention, advice, opinion, influence, command,” from auctor “master, leader, author” (see author (n.)). Usually spelled with a -c- in English before 16c., when the letter was dropped in imitation of French, then with a -th-, probably by influence of authentic.

‘From c. 1300 in the general sense “legal validity,” also “authoritative book; authoritative doctrine” (opposed to reason or experience); “author whose statements are regarded as correct.” From mid-14c. as “right to rule or command, power to enforce obedience, power or right to command or act.” In Middle English also “power derived from good reputation; power to convince people, capacity for inspiring trust.” From c. 1400 as “official sanction, authorization.” Meaning “persons in authority” is from 1610s; Authorities “those in charge, those with police powers” is recorded from mid-19c.’

Ever heard of the Milgram Experiment, Dear Reader? It’s a social psychological experiment conducted in the early 1960s, which tested people’s obedience to a figure of authority…

The subject of the test is not the person receiving the shocks, but the person administering them. Now, let me show you how it has been run in the 21st Century…

Milgram Updated Governments and Smokers

WHITE COATS

GREY SUITS

BLACK LUNGS

And it’s not just smokers that have suffered at the hands of shocking decision-makers, Dear Reader. Administering Subjects, national and local, have performed so poorly that there are now other, mini ‘White Coat’ figures of authority, jumping all over them to get on the ban_wagon…

High Priest Jammy Dodger

… They are so very keen to tell the ‘Grey Suits‘…

BUT! There was some good news last night, Dear Reader, from across the Pond…

Now all the Dez Rez Prez needs to do is listen to his VEEP

good cop bad cop

Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: With ADDED WOO

Been on a bit of cultural exchange these past two weeks, Dear Reader…

Adventure Time

*Indeed, Clicky! …/pats snout…*

… Whereby I’ve been introducing The Okie Devil of Text Us to Doctor Who

*It’s been an Utter joy, Clicky, bouncing around time and space with Cade… /lights up… Seeing things anew…*

… And in return, he has introduced me to Doowdaed

*No shit! It’s called Deadwood?! …/rubs eyes… Actually, Clicky, that does makes more sense… /drags…*

… And we’ll continue with more of that later today…

*/coughs… I ain’t shown him that one yet! …/taps ash… Mind you… /smokes… touch and hearing in one clip, Clicky? Fucking clever!*

Woo Hoo

In the meantime, Cade has very kindly sent a missive for us all to enjoy, Dear Reader…

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giphy

Where have I been?

Where have YOU been is likely a more appropriate question.

I've been taking a break.

Getting my bikini figure into shape for Bikini Season.

Let’s remedy that.

^DJ Shredda – Chainsaw (The Crow Mix)^

Let’s come me come clean. I’ve been avoiding anything and everything on the web, except Twitter, and I’ve been doing that for the last few months. I don’t care what it is, I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to hear it. Those “pokes from else and/or elsewhere” have gotten too numerous. My feet, legs and hips are cramping almost non-stop, and it fucking hurts.

So yeah...vacation. 

I keep thinking about some 16 year old girl shooting herself. Can’t get it out of my fucking head. That, and this goddamn anti-smoking bullshit. Oh, and I’m trying to write. So there’s that. I also keep swirling around swirls. That has led me to some interesting thoughts on “flat space(s)”, so I’m gonna ramble about some of that…

assuming it's A-O-fucking-K with you.
^Acid Fighter (DJ Crow Remix) – Soundgrabber^


So what’s up with you where you are? It’s snowing outside here. Gonna put my cold weather gear on in a bit, go outside, and make a video. I doubt very seriously that most fucks are going to believe that it’s snowing in North Texas in late April, but it is. Once I make the video, we’ll have proof, the case will be solved forever, and there will be no reason to argue about the truth of spring snow(s) in Texas. I’ll keep you posted on where you can view the video.

^DJ The Crow meets DJ Arne LII – The Speed (Überdruck Mix)^


Why in the fuck would anyone care if North Korea/South Korea reunified? You running low on shit to talk about? Running low on shit to worry about? East Germany and West Germany got back together.

Maybe if you fucks would stop thinking in terms of big and small, you could actually focus. Or at least, make some discernment(s) as to what focus is.

Which reminds me, I got to thinking about the nature of focus with respect to membranes, and it got me to thinking about what is required to stretch a something so thin, that it results in the reduction of mass in certain sectors of the stretched membrane in such a way as to detract/reduce scale. Meaning, the reduction in mass does not cause a fundamental change in anything except scale.

Shrinking. 

Basically, a chain of say…Oxygen atoms…have become so stretched, all while retaining their relational bonds, that some atoms begin to shrink in scale. Methinks we are stumbling into/onto some gravity/anti-gravity kinds of things here.

^Norman Bass – How U Like Bass? (Warp Brothers Club Mix)^

Thinking more in terms of contextual processes that are created for the purpose(s) of creating something that does not currently exist, there are certain things that we can accept as being, for the most part…normal. Like say, the creation of a house using wood, that starts with the chopping down of a tree, and is followed by the chopping down of more trees.

Pretty normal sounding right? 

Welp, what about slamming sub-atom particles together at near the speed of light using the machines that we build in order to achieve this? Is that normal? Or can we consider it “normal” to qualify these activities as…abnormal.

Q: Is “sawdust” considered waste?

A: ???

Do we have processes in place to adequately deal with the ongoing sawdust issue(s)? Have we taken steps? Addressed concerns? Is the matter settled?

^Crash Bass – Hardshake^

Let’s focus

Focus (Optics)

Let’s get more focused

   Focus

We on the same page?

Let us turn it
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^

I wonder how many membranes are breached in order to perform an “average” surgery.

Fascia
Fibromyalgia
Crystal Habit (Redirected from Fiberous habit)
Fiber
Dietary Fiber
Biodegradable Waste
Tortuous
Tortuosity
Tortious Interference
Tortuosamine
What Is a Tortuous Artery?
Twisted Blood Vessels: Symptoms, Etiology and Biomechanical Mechanisms

So can we assume that there is a difference between a perforation and a cut/incision? What about a stretch or strain? Wouldn’t an incision by a laser be both a perforation and a cut? No to mention the burn(ing).

^Hanayo – Joe le Taxi^


It’s just passed noon on Saturday April 28, and I’ve not been sleeping well. I’ve been dreaming non-stop for months now, but I guess its the season change that is currently fucking me up. I went on a 5 day drinking bender last week, and it did me some good. But still not sleeping very well. Guess I’m sweating heading to Austin a bit. Leaving for Austin soon, and looking forward to it, but also kinda nervous. The dynamics of the trip have suddenly changed. I’ll survive it tho. May even have some fun.

/me shrugs

On the up side, I’ve got the fever to write.

On the down side, I’m gonna be without my computer for a while.

I guess it's time to break out the pen and paper.

OH! I’ve got three stories in the new Underdog Anthology which was published this last week.

UAV front cover all named

I guess I need to write a post on it on my own goddamn blog.

^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


Got to thinking about the referential dynamics of gene sequences the other day, and the numbers went from “ridiculous” to “incomprehensible” almost immediately.

Picture This: two identical strands of DNA. One of these strands is located in the heart, and the other is flowing within the bloodstream. Now, imagine these two strands in relation to one another. Now think about the sequence in each strand. Do the sequences remain constant? What about in relation to each other?

I mean, we are talking more about cryptography/cryptology than we are about relationships or gene sequences/gene sequencing, so what about discretion, distinction and/or discrimination? Is there potentially some magic in the spacial relationships and orientations of identical things? What about like things? Similar not same kinds of things?

Cryptography
Discernment
Discernment of Spirits
Discrimination

So yeah, if you get two identical things together, what are they now?

Spooky action at a distance?

Or does the action always and forever need to follow a predefined path?

^Boy Harsher — Pain^

Was talking to a certain someone this week about “GUT”, and espoused that this particular pursuit is going to have to include multiple elements, and that the omission of a simultaneous “constructive/destructive” is likely why these efforts to construct a unification continues to fail and/or be elusive.

Grand Unified Theory

Whatever this “GUT” winds up being will have to have contextual nature, and I added Earth/Terra and Sun/Sol distinctions.

EX: The GUT on Earth/Terra will not be applicable on Mars, and the GUT on The Sun/Sol will differ from the GUT on Earth/Terra. We are in motion, and the only constant state appears to be that of “change” and/or “changing”, depending on where you are and when.

Perspective(s).

So yeah, there is likely a metric shitload of fucktons of galactic considerations that also need to be made. Maybe The Zodiac ain’t such a stretch afterall, eh? I mean, if these distant gamma ray bursts are suddenly of global concern because we can now see/detect them, that means that they’ve always been a concern. So I got a question for you…

Q: What’s your fucking hurry?

A: ¿?¿

Maybe if you fucks weren’t so goddamn wrapped up in the fatalistic ends of the more modern interpretations Darwinian theory/theories, you wouldn’t be so fucking anxious to win your very own Darwin Award, and take the rest of us with you in the process.

^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

Yes, I am suggesting that certain sectors of science seem to be pretty goddamn fatalistic. I mean fuck, we can get that fatalism bullshit from religion. We don’t need it from you too.

But you’re free to do what you want.

Blow it all up.

😐
^Azari & III – Hungry for the power (Jamie Jones remix)^

 My brain hurts.

Imma go get something to eat, then video the snow for anyone who wants to see it.

^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

cYacFa

^Hey Boy Hey Girl (Soulwax ‘2 Many DJ’s’ Remix)^

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Feeding time

*Yeah, I’m hungry too, Clicky… /stubs butt… Let’s get sumfin to eat…*

Dear Reader? CYL… 😉 …and have a Song ❤

Of Straws and Camels

‘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‘…

Roob asks about sucking

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

TZT Joby Qohen Neutrinos and Mass

neutrino (n.)

“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: Neuteredneutering.

*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…

TZT Boris Johnson on a bus.gif

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… 😉

Alpha, Beta, Cerebral, Delta… */waves…*

Previously at the LoL

*Pretty! Thanks, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Red Frank over at MEROVEE put up a new post last night, that touched on things I covered from the last John Lamb Lash talk two weeks ago. Namely AI, D Waves and Quantum Computing. He was inspired, no doubt, by the breathless news yesterday from NASA that Google AI had been instrumental in the discovery of a new planet circling a distant star…

I DMed Cade on Twitter, as I thought the post might interest him. I was a little surprised at the reply he gave…

Roob sends a link to Cade who has an unexpected reply

Beta waves were discovered and named by the German psychiatrist Hans Berger, who invented electroencephalography (EEG) in 1924, as a method of recording electrical brain activity from the human scalp. Berger termed the larger amplitude, slower frequency waves that appeared over the posterior scalp when the subject’s eyes were closed alpha waves. The smaller amplitude, faster frequency waves that replaced alpha waves when the subject opened his or her eyes were then termed beta waves.’

If you’ve looked at the Red Frank’s post, Dear Reader, you will see he brings up not only the ‘Observer Effect’ but also Stanley Kubrick. The wiki write-up on Beta Waves did the same for me. Observe

*Saved by the “Mandy situation”, Clicky? Interesting…*

Roob Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut in Beta Waves

Indeed I was thinking about Cade’s ‘Cosmic Corridors’ from the evening before, and travelling from/to points A (alpha) and B (beta)…

Cade poses Roob a question

… And then he mentioned ‘wrinkles’…

Cade and Roob discuss restrictions on space

*I believe he’s read the book, Clicky…*

Cade's wrinkles and Roob's brain

*/smirks… Wrinkles…*

*So the brain gif I used was dancing to ‘The Chicken Song’, Clicky? …/rolls eyes… Figures…*

Roob asks Cade about beta waves and the observer effect

We’ll have to explore seeing through our eyelids in the dark another time, Dear Reader. This post is quite long enough for now…

Have a Song 😉

 

Belt & Braces */assumes position…*

New Who Outfit

*Straight in there with the photo eh, Clicky?*

Dear Reader, today the new/knew/gnu Who outfit was released to the world…

Apparel (n.) c. 1300, “fighting equipment or accouterments, armor, weapons;” mid-14c., “furnishings, trappings;” late 14c., “personal outfit, a person’s outer clothing, attire,” from Old French apareil “preparation, planning; dress, vestments,” from apareillier (see apparel (v.)). Middle English also had apparelment (late 14c.).

… Posted an observation or two on MEROVEE

 …and further discussed with Poppy in Twitter DMs…

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 1

*She’s a great Dane and I wear the face of Great Dane, Clicky… /lights up… We could be twins… /draws deeply with Gallic shrug…*

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 2

*She makes some excellent points, Clicky…*

doctor-hoots

*The owls are not what they seem, Clicky? …/blows smoke ring… What you on about?*

*/drags… Ah, cooper… /exhales… Gotcha! *

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 4PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 5

*Three parent babies are a thing, Clicky…*

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 6

 

 

 

*Nice! …/flicks ash…*

PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 7PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 8PSP and Roob discuss The Doctor's new Outfit 9

*/stubs butt… Belting, Clicky, belting…*

*/rubs throat… Clicky?*

*… Make us a cup of coffee, sweetie… /sticks out tongue… Those rainbow belts really uber zesty…*

*Oh and get a Song… /bats lashes…*

I think that’s enough to be getting on with for now, Dear Reader. Although a Cade style question suddenly occurs to me…

Q: What’s the point of humans?

A: Our ability to imagine? ...*/shrugs*...

Until next time… Have a Song…

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Plumb, Dumb Ore Numb-Ass Day

Happy Sat-Here-Day to you, Dear Reader 😀

We have a fantastic, new missive from Cade, below, for you to enjoy. Now, I don’t want to delay you from getting straight to it… I’ll just leave a couple of things for you up here – a video…

… And a patented Okie Devil ‘Mystery = SOLVED! Next!’ 😉

*Knot to give any spoilers away, Clicky, but think ‘women’s plumbing’…*

Have a Song

Catch you at the bottom for a Song…

*A proper Song, Clicky… /holds up hands… At the bottom! Now…Git!*

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X: You can take E’s, E’s, E’s…but not O’s.

Cade: K. What about O’s and E’s?

X: O’s but not E’s.

Cade: Y?

X: AH! U have A question I see.

Cade: Yep.

X: K…well, in that case you can take O’s AND E’s, but not E’s or O’.

Cade: Got it.

0: I doubt that, but we’ll C.

Cade: KO.

0: You mean…OK?

Cade: Whatevz.

0: KO.

Z: 78 A?

Cade: So it would appear.

Z: 78’…good year.

Cade: Which one?

T: Don’t get smart.

Cade: Working on it.

X: You seem a shade out of sorts. What’s up?

Cade: Dunno.

X: Today is Thursday isn’t it?

Cade: That’s the rumor.

A: …

^Blind Side (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

A: You have no clue what you are going to write about…do you.

Cade: Not that I ever do…but very perceptive of you. I got nothin’.

A: Why do you think that is? You see to be thinking quite a bit.

Cade: Dunno. Maybe it’s this nagging skin business?

A: Anything else on your mind?

Cade: It’s gone fuzzier than usual. Sorry.

A: Wanna come clean?

Cade: Nope.

A: Fair enough.

^Adriatique – Bodymovin’ (Original Mix)^

So hi. Yeah…I ain’t thinking about anything in particular. Ain’t gonna spring anything nutty on Roob, like a Random Wiki or anything, but I ain’t got much.

No music on my radar.

No news.

No images.

No info.

No thoughts.

0: Now that’s just not true.

Cade: For the most part it is.

0: Percentages. They only tell part of the story.

Cade: I’m down with that. Still doesn’t mean I have anything.

0: No need to state the obvious.

Cade: …

0: Several things are “on your radar”…aren’t they?

Cade: That doesn’t really mean anything. All I can do is think about them.

0: You thinking about…

Cade: Nope. I mean yeah…but no.

0: Hmmmm…

Cade: Nope…ain’t doing that either.

0: Making predictions? Are you afraid of being wrong?

Cade: I don’t know how to respond to that.

0: You’ve become a snoozefest.

Cade: Nothing new there.

0: …

^Saccao – It’s Over (Fabo Late Night Mix)^

I’ve been breezing around some places the last few weeks, and of course, there is now this interest in these three hurricanes that are here and there.

Q: What about Harvey?

A: ?¿?

Houston already gone off everyone’s radars in anticipation of the next big thing?

I guess the future is where it’s at, eh?

Thanks…but no thanks. I’ll bring up the rear.

Ya’ll blaze away tho. Someone’s gotta do it I guess.

/me shrugs
^Alan Walker – Faded^

B: Monday’s trip still eating on you?

Cade: You know it is.

B: And how would I know that?

Cade: Because you asked?

B: You know…they know, that you are making all this shit up.

Cade: Some may. Some may not.

B: Maybe there’s some rhyme or reason to that. You DO tend to play your cards a shade close to the chest.

Cade: I got snot answers.

B: And if you did?

Cade: They wouldn’t be burning a hole in my pocket…that’s for sure.

Z: An ironic observation for someone who “plays their cards close to the chest” in the way that you do.

Cade: Hey…I gets no questions…I gots no answers.

Z: Does that make you feel safe?

Cade: Where’d B go?

Z: I’m not answering that.

Cade: 😦

Z: …

^Hybrid – Last man standing (HD)^

There was a movie that I watched last night. It’s called City of Ember. Not bad. The puzzle aspect was pretty cool. Especially how they played it. There was an interesting image in the film towards the end. It was interesting to me, primarily, because this image showed up on my radar when shit got all kinds of sideways a few years ago.

Like, during the really really REALLY sideways portion. 

That point, where shit looked as if shit was gonna get so fucking sideways, that I was gonna lose any sort of grasp on what was happening within my life. At that point tho, but when the shit REALLY hit the fan after that? For me anyway…shit got really fucking calm and started to make sense. That’s when shit got so fucking sideways, that I don’t even know how to explain it with any degree of reliability nor relatability.

I know what it means...I just can't explain it. 

But yeah…an image…in that film I watched…I think I found the first instance of that image. Maybe it’s a popular one. Perhaps even well known. But not to me. Perhaps it rings a bell from my youth. I can say for certainty, that the song below got me through some long, rough, and lonely nights and days.

^Gold Panda – You^

G: Right on time.

Cade: As promised.

G: You promised to be on time?

Cade: No. Sounded good tho.

X: May I?

Cade: Maybe.

X: Do you realize that you just typed “Cade” without even thinking about it?

Cade: I’ve gotten that machine like, eh?

X: Maybe it’s comfort.

Cade: I’ve no idea.

X: …

^Oliver Koletzki – Arrow & Bow (Marek Hemmann Remix)^

X: What do you see there in that image above?

Cade: Something I was thinking about earlier today.

X: And what was that?

Cade: What an individual’s life looks like over the course of a lifetime on a spinning, wobbling, spinning planet from a Universal context.

X: And what did you come up with?

Cade: Something similar to that.

X: Looks like…knitting, or weaving, or something like that.

Cade: It does.

X: You think that’s how a soul is created?

Cade: It was just a thought.

X: I wonder what it looks like, like, prior to.

Cade: I dunno. It’s a lot to think about.

X: Wrote about something similar to that elsewhere recently?

Cade: Maybe.

X: …

^Mogwai – Take Me Somewhere Nice^
Lotta dreams over the past week or so. 

I’ve been staying up late, and not eating much, and I guess it’s causing me to dream a lot. I feel like a jerkoff for writing this shit, but I’ve nothing really to say, and feel like writing…so…yeah…don’t read it. Won’t change the fact that this particular whatever seems kinda self-serving.

Whatshername offered to buy me a bus ticket to wherever I want to go. So I guess I’m giving serious consideration to taking her up on that. Just need to decide where to go. Temperature around here dropped considerably all sudden like two nights ago. Definitely been much cooler in the day, and damn near a chill in the air for the past two evenings.

Moon looks damn nice.
^Youth – Daughter^

Didn’t stay up last night tho. Tis now Friday. Was awoken by a frantic knocking at my door. My youngest son…letting me know that…

“the plumbers are here, and mom is on the phone.”

Strange that she didn’t call me, but at the same time, not very strange at all. So I hop up, start to get dressed, and MY phone rings.

Whatshername: The plumbers are there.

Cade: So I’ve been told.

Whatshername: They weren’t supposed to be there until noon.

Cade: I didn’t know that there were plumbers coming at all.

Whatshername: They are going to be checking the plumbing for a leak.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Your youngest is out there dealing with them now. They weren’t supposed to be there until noon, and they don’t need to be talking to a 14 year old.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Well, I just wanted to let you know that they are there.

Cade: He told me.

Whatshername: Well, I’ve left work and am on my way home, but I’m not going to be able to be there for at least a half an hour.

Cade: OK.

Whatshername: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Cade: OK.

Certain tension(s)? I don’t understand them.

Sure...I do...but no...I don't. 

However…answers? They are always coming. Like some galactic stutter…they are just waiting to come out…just takes a little patience and understanding. A shade of fortitude helps.

^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^

So I wander out of my room to hunt down these mysterious plumbers that have suddenly appeared, and sure enough, there they were. They showed me what they had found, told me what they thought, and told me the plan from there. I told them that their find made sense, and that we had once lived in an apartment that had a similar problem. One of them asked me…

Plumber B: Do you know how to turn the hot water heater off?

Cade: No.

Plumber B: Let me show you, since you probably want to keep it off unless someone needs to take a shower.

We wandered back to where the hot water heater is located, he opened the door, and I noticed that there is duct tape all over the door and door frame.

 "Whatshername has been here." 

I don’t blame her for her creative methods of whatever it is she was/is trying to do, but some are doozies. Anyway, he showed me how to turn it off, and warned me of which pipes to be wary of so as not to get burned.

Cade: Me and her were recently divorced, and I’m literally just about to leave in a coupla days, but I want to get as much info as I can to pass along to her.

Plumber B: Has there been any recent change(s) in the amount of the gas bill or water bill?

Cade: You know, now that you mention it, she did mention that there was an increase in the gas bill a few months ago…but she said that her sister’s gas bill also went up at the same time, so I didn’t think much of it.

Plumber B: What about the water bill?

Cade: I wouldn’t know.

I thanked him, and we both wandered out back were Plumber A was using a long steel rod to probe the ground for soft-spots in the soil.

^Foetus – Slung^

I must say, I was shocked at just how deep he was able to run that rod into the ground. Even tho we’ve had a lot of rain this year, we have very hard ground here…black clay. Digging into it without machinery is damn near an exercise in futility, and yet, he was able to plunge this thin steel rod into the ground several feet with relative ease.

Yikes!!! 

Thinking about it now…the entire roof on this house was just recently replaced…like, right at 2 years ago I think. I got to looking at the ground, the foundation, the brick paths/bricks that make it up, the brick steps up to the back door, I started thinking about all of the cracks that I’ve pointed out to her in both the foundation and the frame of the house.

Plumber A: Is there any plumbing or water fixtures in the garage?

Cade: No. Just electric.

So it appears, that there is a hot water pipe leak under the foundation. They’ll bring in a listening device, pump air through the system, then track the location of the leak…pretty clever. If they need, they’ll also bring in heat sensors to place on the floor and see if they can get a better idea as to the locale, because where the soil is softening, is nowhere near a hot-water line.

This is rather perplexing. It does have me to thinking about sinkholes tho. Maybe that’s why that one Crepe Myrtle tree out front has started standing up so straight this year. It’s roots are being pulled due to the softening of the soil from the leak. That means, this pipe has prolly been leaking for some time.

^Jay Lumen – The Line (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Younger Son: Dad…mom says she needs to talk to you RIGHT NOW!

Cade: Um…OK.

The plumbers were just about to leave, said they needed to contact the owner of the house/our landlord, and that everything would be handled and scheduled through them.

Cade: Yes?

Whatshername: Do NOT tell them you are living there.

Cade: What?!?!?

Whatshername: They DO NOT need to know you are living there. Do not tell them ANYTHING personal…they don’t need to know.

At this point, it became clear that she had been on the phone with my son, he had her on speaker, and she had been listening to the conversation(s).

Whatshername: You aren’t supposed to be there.

Cade: Huh?

Whatshername: Just…you aren’t supposed to be there. I’ll explain it later. Just don’t tell them ANYTHING about our personal lives.

Cade: OK.

Jesus Christ…all I could think about, was grabbing my fucking bag and backpack, and running. No idea what I’m running from…but it ain’t good…that’s for fucking sure.

I shoulda left Monday.
^Hannah Wants & Chris Lorenzo – Rhymes^

All I can think about, is my son sitting there on the couch, completely lost, and no clue what to do.

The answers are coming.

Yeah…you are prolly thinking…

“what’s the big fucking deal?”

I’m with you. It’ll get solved. He did great through the process, and I’m sure, that were I not here, he coulda handled everything just fine. But there’s something else at work here. It primarily involves information exchange. Or lack thereof.

So yeah...secrets.
^Lemon Interupt – Dirty^

As I continue writing this nonsense, Whatshername has since arrived home. She felt the need to recap everything that I already knew, and I’ve learned not to interrupt, or at least keep them to a minimum.

Whatshername: They are going to need to dig under the foundation.

Cade: I was here. They told me. I was here. They gave me the full skinny to pass along to you.

Whatshername: Did they tell you how long it was going to take?

Cade: A half-day to a day.

Whatshername: That’s what they told me too.

Cade: I know…I was standing there when you were talking to them on the phone.

Whatshername: You were?

Cade: Yes. You were on speakerphone. Look, the first time you called me, you implied that I needed to go out there and deal with them, so I did.

Whatshername: I appreciate that…but…

She’s a wreck…no doubting that. Each time I talked with her on the phone, I could tell that she was furious that they showed up early. She told them as much while she was talking to them on the phone. She even mentioned that she works in a basement where there is no cell service, and didn’t get their message until she left work. Plumber B, who was talking to her on the phone, mentioned that they had a cancellation, and as such, they were early.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

Whatshername: I took you off the lease when I renewed it.

Cade: …

Whatshername: We aren’t allowed to have visitors for more than 14 days without approval from the owner.

Cade: …

So yeah...seek, and ye shall find.

Not that I was looking for any of that shit. Then again, I didn’t expect to be here at all. Things just keep developing that keep me around, as I am occasionally useful for certain things. But keeping me in the dark because you are working some kookie side-deals? You are trying to stand on your own…I get it.

Jesus Christ…we all need help. Especially when we need it. And we know better than anyone when we need it. When a committee must now decide just how needy your needs are, yeah…shit is gonna get sideways. Their objective is to say “no”. If they can’t say “no” to your request, then they fucking FIND a way to say “no”.

Trust...is NEVER on the table.

We’re talking about machinery…and clockworks…and processes…and rules…and guidelines…not people.

People are incidental and even inconsequential.

^Sasha – Rooms^

Just thinking that as long as needy is trumped by neediest, needy will always become neediest at some point. Or…they’ll die, and there will no longer be a need to need.

Speaking of…Kellie of “Kellie In The Raw”…it appears that her daughter was hit by a car recently.

Some good thoughts her and her family's way prolly couldn't hurt.

Prolly some people down Houston and S. Texas way that could prolly use some good thoughts as well.

^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz | 80s Dance Music | 80s Club Music | 80s Club Mix^
Sooooo....here we go.

I’m sitting in a house that has a mushy swamp under its foundation, a cracked or broken pipe somewhere, and I now feel the need to go point out to Whatshername that the owner of this house is gonna be a primary player in this. I get the feeling that she forgets that.

That said, I have no problem with her taking me off the lease, I expected to be gone by now. That does have me thinking a bit about those brand new roads that they just put in. Lotta weight and weight changes in a relatively short period of time. Lotta vibration and resonance changes, ESPECIALLY when you consider the number of trees that were cut down to facilitate the construction of these roads.

I’m not suggesting that this construction caused this pipe problem, but it could certainly be a factor. We are dealing in aggregate afterall. Yeah…lots of places, dealing in aggregate(s) AND singular(s). So yeah…I get the feeling that Newtonian laws are equally applicable in many areas that we’ve never fathomed.

^M83 – Wait (Kygo Remix)^

I guess the more that we tinker with the tiny, for the sake of the huge, we are going to see more and more shit like this. All kinds of crazy shit that makes no fucking sense at all.

Q: Why would it?

A: !!!???!!!

You gonna start deploying sensors here, there and every fucking where?

Gonna start aggregating information so you can make a better informed decision and/or better decisions?

To what end? 

Are you forgetting something?

Are you forgetting several things?

Many things?

^Armin van Buuren ft. Susana – Shivers (Original Mix)^

Leaks, leaks, fractures, and leaks.

That makes me think of that movie I just watched, City of Embers. It had Martin Landau in it, and he played the role of a pipeworks worker. At one point, he mentioned that the water system was in such a state of disrepair, and it had been so long since they had any new pipe, that the tape used to seal leaks was longer than the pipe system itself.

So yeah...pressure(s) + time(s) over time = leaks.

Now that you have read the previous sentence, you may feel free to get specific at this point.

It’ll help make your case.

Need any help?

^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^

I’m sure you’ve got your tried and true steadfast methods, that work time and again and haven’t failed you yet.

I don't. 

Well…cept for the ones that you give me. And they look different from this angle. Especially when they serve you and not me or vice versa. How can I feel safe in saying such a thing? Welp, really, I don’t feel safe in saying it. But there is some consolation in knowing, that if I am involved…there is a reason. I was involved long before I showed up on your radar, and I’ll likely be involved long after I disappear from your radar. What does that mean? I dunno. But I will.

Or not.
^deftones – elite (08/21/09)^

WOAH!! A last minute question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade…who are you talking to?

Cade: I dunno. Who do you want me to be talking to? Who should I be talking to? So yeah…I dunno. Don’t care either.

Sorry, was just interrupted by Whatshername coming to ask me how to turn the hot water back on. Showed her where the valve was, and explained to her, that when the valve handle is parallel to the pipe…it means the water is flowing, and when the valve handle is perpendicular to the pipe…it means that the water is not flowing.

A big smile crept across her face, almost as if to say…

“so THAT’S how it works!!! Clever!!!”

Yep…people are actually and indeed…quite clever.

Go figure.

Ya’ll go have a good weekend or something.

^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^

cYacFa

^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^

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Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤