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— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) April 3, 2020
*Oh nice ‘Previously at the LoL…’, Clicky… /pats snout… Art magic and an anchoring cigar…*
*Nifty… /blows smoke ring…*
*Oh alright… /snorts smoke… She ate the biscuit at the end of the episode. Picky…*
*That was pure Loopiness, Clicky… /flicks ash… Pitch perfect screaming…*
*Me too, Clicky… /pats snout… Me too…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Hang on, weren’t it that Veruca Salt wot consorted wiv the squirrels? …/flicks lighter… Bad sorts plopped aht the garbage shute… /lights up… Fitting. Butt wait, weren’t the brat’s dad played by Roy Kinnear in the original? …/drags …Yeah! An’ I woz only fuckin’ talkin’ about him with Cade the other night…*
*What already? Nah, Clicky…*
KATHLEEN KELLY: Here you go, young lady.
ANNABEL: What’s that?
KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s a handkerchief. Do children even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex that you don’t throw away. See? My mother Embroidered this for me. My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower.
JOE FOX: May I ask who you are?
KATHLEEN KELLY: Kathleen Kelly. I own this store. And you are?
JOE FOX: Joe. Just call me Joe. We’ll take these books.
GEORGE: Okay. You’re gonna come back, aren’t you?
JOE FOX: Of course.
GEORGE: See? That is why we won’t go under. Our customers are loyal.
KATHLEEN KELLY: They’re opening a Fox Books around the corner.
ANNABEL: Fox Books! My daddy…
JOE FOX: Likes to buy discount. But don’t tell anybody. It’s nothing to be proud of.
KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s amazing! You can spell “fox.” Can you spell “dog”?
JOE FOX: Look at this dinosaur book. It’s a pop-up dinosaur book. Wouldn’t you like to have a dinosaur book like that? Wouldn’t you like to read that? Sit here and read Matt the book until I take care of things. Whatever you do, just don’t listen
to anything I say. Thank you. We’ll take that pop-up book as well.
KATHLEEN KELLY: The world is not driven by discounts. I’ve been in business forever. I started helping my mother when I was 6, and I used to watch her. She wasn’t just selling books. She was helping people become whatever they were going to be. When you read a book as a child, it becomes part of your identity… in a way that no other reading in your life does. And I have gotten carried away.
JOE FOX: Yeah. Yeah, you have. You’ve made me feel… Enchanting. Your mother was enchanting.
KATHLEEN KELLY: Yes, she was.
GEORGE: How will you be paying for this?
JOE FOX: Cash.
KATHLEEN KELLY: How did you know that?
JOE FOX: From the photograph. That you in the photograph? What are you doing?
KATHLEEN KELLY: Twirling. My mother and I used to twirl. She left the store to me,
and I’ll leave it to my daughter.
GEORGE: Seventy-three dollars, please.
JOE FOX:How much?
GEORGE: Uh, 73 dollars.
JOE FOX: Oh. Uh…
*Yeah, it did seem like I enjoyed his choice more than he enjoyed mine, Clicky…*
*/flicks ash… Now I’m ready for me Cade-style question, Clicky…*
A: *.../puffs out cheeks...*
SUP DOUCHEBAGGY DOUCHEBAGS!!! HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY!!!
My name is Dr. Spoogey McFapsalot, and I’ll be occupying the next bit(s) of space.
Difficult to believe that June of 2018 is already almost over…
but it is...
so get the fuck over it. Speaking of which, do you mark your days, weeks, months and years with anything other than the calendar? Do you mark your seconds, minutes and hours with anything other than the clock?
That’s all you use? The clock and the calendar? No rain gauges? No humidity gauges? No outings to just sit and watch the weather for a bit? No star gazing to see what celestial bodies are appearing in which part of the sky and when? No attention paid to trees, grasses and other plants except to note if they need to be cut or pruned? No mind paid to insects ‘cept those that need to be eradicated? No consideration(s) given to animals except those that need to be trapped, regulated and/or captured and exterminated?
Welp, it’s your life, so you can do what you want…but I’d just like to point out a few things about learning to get your bearings…
and that is...
Yeah, you can teach yourself to do these things. I mean, if there is some weird-ass polar flip someday, and suddenly both North and South are located in the same general region only 45° off the horizon from each other, you’ll prolly have a leg up on how this is possible. Maybe even have a leg up on why it happened. You’re certainly less likely to freak the fuck out that it has happened.
Anyone see the rainbow(s) in that pic above?
Welp…they are there. It’s not my fucking fault that you can’t see them. BUT! I am willing to help a brutha/sista out. So let me take my genius skills, put them to work, and I’m gonna put them to work for you, you and only you. Here’s how…
What I’ve done, is take the original gif image apart frame by frame, then put it back together in a slower animation. That way, you can still see all 30 frames of the original animation, but you can see them a shade better than you can in the original.
Wait....better? Or different?
Prolly “different” is a better word/phrase to use in this context. Afterall, we’re chasing rainbows. Hopefully, you can see the rainbows now, and you can also see that some are vertical, some horizontal, and in some of the frames there is a shift along the axis. So you are prolly asking yourself…
A: I dunno. Prolly nothing. Just killing time really.
That said, if we rely on existing tools to do all or even most of the work for us, there is going to be mystery embedded in how certain things are done. Wonder in how things are accomplished.
Mystery + Wonder = Fear.
I know…I know…fear is something that is typically associated with yellow, and possibly even green. Green afterall is associated with envy and perhaps even jealousy. Mix yellow and blue, and you get green. So does fear and sadness make envy? If so, that’s gonna stumble over into red, which is associated with rage and malice.
But that's not really where I was going with this.
I personally tend to associate fear with purple…not yellow. Purple is usually associated with royalty, but so is red and blue, which gets us right back to purple.
‘You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.’
WOAH WAIT!!! Does that mean, that if I personally, can spend my life working on taming that thing called “jealousy”, I can possibly be a better me as a result?!?!?!?
I mean FUCK! If God suffers from jealousy, perhaps this is something that I can work on, and if successful, it’ll help me in other areas as well!!! Jealousy and envy seem to go hand-in-hand, and if I can tame jealousy and envy, that should help me with fear…
But challenging God to an arm-wrestling match is prolly gonna result in a lot of bumps and bruises for me, and bruises suck major ass. Meh fuckit, any beating I can take so that I don’t have to dish one out?
All the better.
So yeah, in my life anyway… Fear = Purple.
Let’s ask RooBeeDoo a question…
Let’s ask Clicky a question…
I actually think about those two a lot when I write, so I thought I’d throw a wrench into whatever Roob and Clicky are currently up to. I personally have not been writing at all for several weeks and currently have no plans to do so.
“ROW” is right there in the big middle of “GROWTH”.
I guess you better get to paddlin’, eh?
There’s even a “ROWT” to take.
I guess you are prolly free to take whichever route you please.
Assuming we are reading into things correctly that is.
“OW” is in there too.
Might be some bruising up ahead.
Guess that would make the “WTH” out to be “WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?”
Take 5, and smoke em' if you got em'.
Speaking of time and/or telling others what to do with their time, isn’t it amazing what people do with their time? It’s fireworks time here in Murca, and Independence Day is only a few days away.
Anyone got any plans?
Picnic? Beer? Boating? Fireworks? Let’s look some shit up…
There’s a qualification in the description of the video below that no Magnesium (Mg) and no Alumineninnyum (Al) was used in order to “keep the temperature low”. So I guess with respect to the bands of the rainbow, and where purple is, does that mean that purple needs/requires cooler temperatures in order to be visible? Potentially says a lot about where we see rainbows and why. Ultraviolet is going to be lurking around there in proximity, and we all know that UV rays are bad. So I guess purple is bad.
Prolly why I like it.
*/final drag… Yeah, so we watched Greg Kinnear in You’ve Got Mail one night and then Rory Kinnear in the ‘ollow crown the following night… /stubs butt… which is the reason I mentioned his dad… /stream smoke… All a bit syncy, Clicky…*
A: *.../scratches nose...*
*Clicky! Go get Cade’s purple/growth song to finish with. Ya sarky fuck…*
*Straight in there with the photo eh, Clicky?*
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.).
*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…*
*She makes some excellent points, Clicky…*
*The owls are not what they seem, Clicky? …/blows smoke ring… What you on about?*
*/drags… Ah, cooper… /exhales… Gotcha! *
*Three parent babies are a thing, Clicky…*
*Nice! …/flicks ash…*
*/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…*
A: Our ability to imagine? ...*/shrugs*...
*Good afternoon, Clicky… /pats snout… You’ve got the enormous chair out… /lights up… Good call!*
*Ooh chocolate! Thank you… /breaks off piece…*
*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*
*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*
*Roobot… /smirks… I met one this week…*
*Yeah, I know… Pepper…*
*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…
*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*
*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*
*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*
*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*
*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*
*A Song already? …/deep drag…*
*Oh I see… /finishes fag… Well I suppose this Library outing is quite long enough…*
*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…*
“Come on!” Thoughtful Man called out to me as he struggled to attach collar and lead onto Poppy the dog. She wasn’t making it easy for him: tail wagging, tongue flapping and spinning in a circle with delight at the prospect of walkies. “You don’t half drag your feet!”
I was dragging my feet as we were off to vote, and I still hadn’t made up my mind who to vote for. None of the political parties were particularly appealing this time round, and the only independent candidate had turned out to be a a bit of a tosser when elected to local government. You wanna bet I was dragging my feet.
“Do I have to vote?” I said joining Thoughtful Man and the frisky pup at the front door.
“Yes. Women suffered and died to give you the vote.”
“Ah, there’s nothing like a bit of guilt from the past for motivation, is there?” I sighed as we set off, dragged along in Poppy’s wake.
“I wonder if you can tell me what’s special about this room?” the MP escort asked as he opened the door to a cupboard with a flourish.
We were standing in The Crypt, having already visited the Lords and stood behind the Despatch Box in the Commons, marveling at the smallness of the chambers on a trip to the Palace of Westminster that my Boss had arranged as a Christmas gift. MP escort, his latest intern and I squeezed in and stood there amongst the brooms, mops, buckets and cleaning products, piled inside.
“I’ll have to close the door and turn on the light,” he said with a wink.
We stood in silence and read…
Thoughtful Man had just gone back to bed for a daytime snooze when Poppy started yapping loudly and pawing at the front door. The shadow on other side belonged to a friendly postie. He was holding out a brown cardboard box, addressed and sealed. I took it, thanked him and closed the door.
“Who’s that?” Thoughtful Man called gruffly from upstairs.
I squealed with delight. “Postman. We’ve got a care package from Poppy Sweet Pea!”
“What’s in it?”
“Cigarettes, sweeties and DVDs!”
*Hey! Save some sweets for me Clicky… /lights up Danish cigarette and drags… And give us a Song…*
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