Happy Having-A-Day-Off-From-Work Monday to you, Dear Reader…
*And to you too, Clicky… /looks about… Where’s the link?*
*Thanks! …/pats snout…*
… We’re having a lovely sunny day in Southend. Thoughtful Man read on the news that it’s because of the bad weather in the West – we’re sucking in the good stuff here in the East…
I’m not a religious man but England and Wales voted Leave while Northern Ireland and Scotland voted Remain. Just saying. pic.twitter.com/zlhwY3nMKG
Sew… continuing on from yesterday, Part 5 of The Okie Devil’s weekend missive follows. As received, it was 10 pages of text. Whether turns out as ten posts, well, time will tell…
Enjoy! ❤
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For reasons unknown, whatshername just stuck her head in the door, and asked me if I had heard about the weather.
Whatshername: Have you heard about the weather?
Cade: Um…no, I have not.
I’m sure that a confused and/or perplexed look crossed my face. I may even have shook my head slightly in stunned disbelief at what I was hearing and why.
Whatshername: The weather is gonna drop tomorrow, and it is only supposed to have a high of 68°F, and it’s supposed to rain all day.
Cade: OK…noted. The weather is gonna drop tomorrow. Thanks?
Great.
😐
I’ve no idea why she popped in and told me that. I’ve told her nothing about my plans.
It’s currently 19:02 on Saturday evening October 14th, temperature is currently 87°F, and current weather conditions are “not a goddamn cloud in the sky”. I guess that’s about to change.
Great.
😐
Checked the weather, and it shows no rain forecast. Tomorrow high of 72°F, with a low of 49°F.
Chilly.
^Pretty Lights – Finally Moving^
Other than being a respiration test-subject during random grizzly bear encounters, what do I have to offer? Welp…I took some stock earlier in the week, and found that my achievements are quite limited in the “certified as certificated” departments. “Severely lacking” in just about any and every department. Physical, mental, spiritual, academical, you name it…I’m missing it all.
But that does get me to thinking about teaching and learning a bit, and especially teaching. If someone has a “defect” in say…writing ability as it pertains to grammar and spelling…did you not just compound their “problems” by pointing this defect out? Your standards came from somewhere…right? Chances are good, that these standards are as much based on ability as they are inability…correct?
So…if you have so honed these tools, that they are purposed to divide from and NOT to make a space for, is it any really wonder where the failure starts? Perhaps even where it started?
I can’t think of a single teacher that I’ve ever had in a public setting, who were so bound by the shackles of regulation, that they all seemed like whipped dogs trying to perform tricks in order to make their masters happy. That’s why I personally do not make any dogs “beg” for my affections of any kind. I enjoy their companionship, and the companionship is its own reward, within the scope of an almost invisible reward system.
I mean, it’s there…but most people don’t like to look at things that way. They feel that it’s non-empowering or degrading. I like to think of it as acceptance. Acceptance of the obvious. I choose to be in this animal’s life, not vice-versa. I think that’s maybe where “pet” has gotten us a little sideways in some areas. But that’s just me and my thinking.
You're free to do whatever you want.
^WildCat-Ratatat^
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*I love a day off work, me… *
Be sure you join us for the sixth installment of Cade’s missive, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉
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.
So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…
Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?
… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…
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.
… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…
*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…*
… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…
…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…
*/coughs uncontrollably…*
If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…
Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…
*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*
… by Stephen Paddock…
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.
Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…
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…*
Dear Reader, this post was going to be about steam…
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]
…Thoughtful Man suggested it to me yesterday evening after first reading Leggy’s review of Poundland’s E-cig, yesterday morning…
*/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…*
…And then during the course of yesterday, Thoughtful Man learnt that Poundland is also branching out into other steamy areas…
*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*
Something else happened though yesterday, Dear Reader. Something unsettling. Yesterday morning, whilst Thoughtful Man read Leg Iron’s post, I was reading an overnight posting by Red Frank, in the Red Universe…
A bit of a sleb in the Synchrosphere had paid MEROVEE a visit and left a comment. ‘Goro’ is a name that has been spoken of somewhat reverently by a few of the regulars there during the 5 years I’ve visited the site. And I’ve seen the name mentioned in Dispatches elsewhere. A bit of coup for Frank, you’d think…
*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*
Goro had popped by and, BOY, was he STEAMED with Frank and MJ!
*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*
I suggest you go read it for yourself, Dear Reader. It involves an accusation of plagiarism…
*plak- (1)also *plāk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of root *pele- (2) “flat; to spread.”
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.”
… Which was weird ‘cos MJ had put up a Flat Earth post the evening before yesterday at her site…
Start here – it was the very first comment! I won’t link to Soro’s site; he brought his own links to Frank’s place. I paid a brief visit there, having not ventured there before. I don’t think I’ll be going back… You’ve gotta pay to be a member!
*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *
In other news, Dear Reader, I had a bit of coup (second meaning) myself this week, having my Afterword accepted for the Underdog Anthology III by Leg Iron Books. This time round each of the stories gets an illustration and so will the famous poem that I stole… to mutilate and use for my own ends at the end of the book. Thank you Emma ‘Dead Rising’ Lazarus!
Leggy has just sent through its illustration, hot and steaming off his virtual press…
*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*
That’s quite enough for one post, Dear Reader. Until next time at the LoL… Have a Song ❤
Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedOra…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos“god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron“gift” (from PIE root *do-“to give”).
I took a train into town today, Dear Reader, with Kit Kat… It’s enrollment day at college…
*Yeah, a lot of going from desk to desk to desk, Clicky, until finally…*
*It’s fucking pissing down out there… I waited until I got home… /grimace… I gotta do it all over again this afternoon with Loopy…*
*Tell me about it! But Thoughtful Man insists… They’re still our babies…*
The third and final installment of Cade’s latest missive is below. Parts one and two if you wanna catch up. Have fun, Dear Reader, and see you at the bottom 😀
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It’s cloudy today, but as of yet, still no rain. I did go look at the radar earlier, and it appears that Harvey is still stuck in the same place and just kinda hovering there. It did appear to be losing some of its shape, but not really. Plus, there was a large swath of storms moving across Kansas and Nebraska. Nebraska…now THERE’Sa state we don’t hear from much in “the news”, eh? Must be that targeted regional advertising crap.
But then again, that’s why I used to have links to newspapers from each state from both large and small towns, and the same with countries all over the world. And more than that, I read them. That syndication shit has started to fuck up all the small papers/small-town papers tho 😦
I digress.
Gonna go check again and see what it looks like now. It’s 13:48.
Yeah…still kinda the same as this morning. Although I just noticed just how far east that it extends now. Deep into and across southern Louisiana, and even into southwest and south central/central Mississippi. Some big chunks of moisture coming off Harvey and headed northeasterly. Storms in Iowa and Missouri, and moving southwesterly, but seeing the moisture over The Great Lakes, and combining the motion of these two systems together, lotta cyclonic rotation there.
^Ranji & Tezla – New Ways (Original Mix)^
There’s also something going on out in The Atlantic near the South Carolina and Georgia border(s). I was just talking to my son last night about Ike. Hey! I know someone named Ike.
Hey! Bonnie. There’s a Bonnie in there. Why does this name ring a bell? I mean, I know a Bonnie, but I don’t really know her. They killed her, so…yeah or something.
Let’sus do some mores let’sing here, and try and figure out what in the FUCK is going on there around Longview, Henderson and Nacogdoches. I had no idea Nacogdoches was spelled like that.
Na Cog.
Salt Wheel?
How bout that.
Salt Wheel/Sodium Wheel.
I wonder if that has anything to do with Grand Saline?
Oh…and nevermind that weirdness going on in my screen capture. Prolly just an aberration or some other glitch that can be easily explained away.
NOTE: I am currently spellchecking this bullshit, and Google’s Chrome browser just suggest that I change “Nacogdoches” to “Stagecoaches”.
Hmmm…stagecoach(es). Now THERE’S a word/words ya don’t hear every day!!!
^Hyperflow – Namah Shiva (Original Mix)^
You know…that reminds me. My older sister’s son? I flew him out to a fly-in/airshow at Mineral Wells Airport back in 1994 I guess it was. We had a lot of fun. He was pretty young at the time…maybe 10/11, but he handled the flying in a small plane like a champ, and loved the airshow. I got to see Bobby Younkin fly both his Beech 18 AND his Samson biplane.
Hmmm…now where on Earth/Terra…have I heard that name “Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan” before? I think it was a movie. I think it had someone named Paul Newman in it. It also had a few other people in, and I’m betting that they had names too. May have even had names both inside AND outside their role(s) in the film. I think some fairly famous director directed this movie, but I can’t remember his name either. Maybe it’s Newman’s role in Cars that is fucking me all-kinds of up here. That’s said, I think there was someone named Billy, and I think he was from Moose Jaw.
BTW…speaking of jaws (ba da ching)…, didn’t Samson beat an entire army to death with the jawbone of an ass or something?
^Bobby Younkin Samson NX985PW 1997^
^2004 Sussex Airshow – Bobby Younkin – Twin Beech^
I think that Richard Bach fella had him one of those Cessna 337 Skymasters. I always wanted one of those. A guy that I worked for had one. It was yellow and white, or “banana and creme” if you prefer, but I never got to ride in it. It’s almost like a Cherokee 6, ‘cept completely different…I wanted one of those too. (Cherokee 6…that is). That get’s me to thinking about that P-51 that I read about Bach owning, and he said that particular airplane hated his guts from the moment they met.
lolz
But yeah…I think Richard and that aircraft parted ways here in the Dallas area somewhere. Which reminds me, I looked Richard up a few months back…and it looks like he had another incident.
K…welp…it’s getting on in the day…15:02 now…and I got some beans to nurse.
Lots more I’d like to talk about…but I’m not gonna.
Looks like it’s getting dark outside.
Maybe Harvey is finally coming to call.
Yep…just checked radar again…and Harvey is coming into our area…from the northeast.
Now that’s just unheard of. Around here it’s unheard of anyway. NOTHING comes from the east around these parts. Lessn’ of course it’s Jesus coming back. That’s the only thing that I’ve ever heard of coming from The East, but I’ve never seen it/yet to see it/him or whatever. Anyway, what I have seen tho, is shitloads of storms.
And those come from The West.
Maybe that’s why Jesus is rumored to come from The East.
Be a hell of a thing seeing a storm coming in from The East.
At least, in this part of the world it would be anyway.
Dear Reader, last August Bank Holiday Monday, I was still looking into the bathroom scenes of The Shining: Forwards/\Backwards, but Clicky mentioned that ‘the bank is now open‘…
*Good Song choice, Clicky… /lights up…*
Yesterday, I took some time out to watched a couple of movies…
*I kinda liked it, but yeah, not really… /puffs…*
*To be honest, Clicky, I enjoyed that more… /deep drag… but then I’m not into GoT…*
I was surprised to see the same name appear in the credits of both movies. I’d seen that name earlier this week – there was a social media kerfuffle involving his wife and a visit to a vault during the US total eclipse…
*I wonder if Lefties pay money to go see his films? …/stubs butt…*
Cade has very kindly sent through a new missive. It’s ten pages long…
… So, Dear Reader, I’ve split it into three parts for your, and my enjoyment. See ya at the bottom ❤
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Lessee here...Now...where, did we leave off?
Hmmmm. I can’t remember. Can you?
No?
Anything you wanna talk about?
No?
Welp…that being the case then…I guess it leaves no alternative, but to talk about…something…that you may not be interested in. Although! You might.
Why?
Because you didn’t express an interest in talking about anything in particular. Which means you wanna talk about nothing. So let’s talk about just that…nothing. So yeah…The Voynich Manuscript.
^Video Re-track of Foetus/Wiseblood’s “Motorslug”^
The video above is cool. It’s really neato that someone took the time to save and share a piece of musical history. For those who are unaware, “video-bars” and “video rooms” in clubs and bars were kinda popular in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. Mainly because, they played videos from groups that were not aired on MTV or anywhere else.
Oh sure, MTV dedicated 2 hours to “alternative music” on Sunday nights on their “120 Minutes” show, but you prolly weren’t gonna hear much from the fringes. These are bands that received no airplay on radio. Many of them did everything themselves, had their own record labels, did all their own….everything. This made artwork important. Hell…they’re artists.
But yeah, buying an album because of the cover and the artwork, and the name of the band, and the name of the album, and the names of the songs, all from a band you never heard of, and neither had anyone else. Metallica’s album Kill Em’ All was prolly the first album I personal bought without knowing who the hell they were, but I digress.
Here’s a better quality audio version of the same song.
^Wiseblood – Motorslug^
So back to video bars and rooms, yeah…VJs. I wonder where that phrase originated? Think of it like this…
Q: Why are music videos so popular?
A: Live
You find a band and/or so that you REALLY like…
Q: What is “Step 2?”
A: Seeing them live.
I personally am kind of wishy-washy in that regard, because many groups that I listened to in the mid-1980’s to early 1990’s had broken the mold. There may only be 1 or 2 guys making all that music, and they were still trying to figure out how to play live along the lines of how commercialization had steered the perceptions of what a live performance should be.
Howard Jones is the first person that springs to mind with me, because as I understand it, it was just Howard, on-stage alone with a shitload of keyboards, end of story. Not a popular thing for a bunch of kids who were raised in the 1960’s/1970’s, who were paying hard-earned money to go see some razzle-dazzle and craziness.
Q: Would you pay to see someone live, if it was just them playing a piano on-stage?
A: ???
What if it were Billy Joel? Elton John?
^KMFDM “Murder My Heart” Official Music Video^
Q: Why do you think that plastic(s) last so long?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep…I’m gonna go there. I mean, I brought up cell-division in the previous whatever turned missive…so…let’s talk about age.
So…someone(s) I know, mentioned something about cell-division, along the lines of…
“you know…the very first organism that ever divided, may in fact, still be creeping around Earth/Terra.”
Kind of a heavy thought, eh? I mean, especially with all of this bullshit about “searching for The God Particle” and all that, not to mention a lot of the stuff surrounding the dividing and divisions within religion(s) and philosophy(s). Talk about some long division. That’s some long motherfucking DIVISIONS there. But let’s digress a bit, and get back to that thought of maybe why plastics are around for so long.
Plastic(s) are made from…
Oil(s) and petroleum(s) are "decayed/decaying organic matter" that is fucking LOADED with bacteria(s).
Welp…that covers that, eh?
So long!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^BODY COUNT – Institutionalized (Official Music Video)^
NOTE:The song above is fucking hilarious. It’s always been hilarious, but this is a remake, and Ice-T did a fucking INCREDIBLE job in remaking it. gj…well played.
OK…so back to Voynich. Are you sure that it reads front to back?
What about back to front?
What about…back to front THEN front to back?
What about back to middle AND front to middle?
What about middle to back AND middle to front?
What about placing the book on it’s cover, as if you were going to read it back to front, but first turned it 90° to the right? 90° to the left?
What if the two missing books contained a marker or markers that pointed to a specific place/page to start?
What if there are MULTIPLE clues, and that the book has to be turned MULTIPLE times and viewed from MULTIPLE angles from MULTIPLE perspectives in order to be able to start to understand this book and why it exists at all.
Meaning, maybe there are MULTIPLE solutions, up to, and including, no solution at all/none to be had. Quite a dynamic planet we have here. Lot’s more than just us here.
Lots to think about there. Lots of people and stuff has surrounded that book for a long time now. The Earth/Terra has spun for a long time during that time. Lots of wheels to consider. Then again, maybe I had it right the first time, and there’s nothing to solve.
Maybe it’s already been solved, and someone is just being tight-lipped about it “for security purposes”.
(lolz)
!!!CONSPIRACY!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^Sepultura – Refuse/Resist [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Just thinking, with respect to time, that “bacteria” are fucking everywhere. Our environment is loaded with the shit. We’re loaded with the shit. Our food is loaded with the shit. Our shit is loaded with the shit. This shit is EVERYWHERE!!!
But that gets me to thinking about pretexts and qualifications. Take the following video, for example. There’s a bit in the video where Slash is standing outside of a church, playing his guitar, and he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Even tho my father and many relatives smoked, WE were always taught that people that smoking were fucking idiots and morons. This was confusing. But as a result, we bought into it since we ourselves, as kids, did not smoke.
I mean, we did, but let's stay on topic here.
The point is, that we looked at EVERYONE differently. “A” smoked, and “B” did not. We were encourage to look up to those that did NOT smoke. Which means that when we found out that “B” did in fact smoke, but hid that fact from everyone…We were SHOCKED.
Nope…that’s not it either. Although…that “fine dust” that is spread everywhere and causes festering boils on people and animals does have a “Morgellon’s” kind of ring to it.
Hmmm...sidetracked I have become.
Unexpected this is. Nah…just fucking wit ya. I get sidetracked all the fucking time. Sidetracked is my milieu. So yeah…that wasn’t what I was looking for either…
HOLY FUCK!!!! ROFL and LOLZ!!!
Sorry, I really am laughing my head off here. I was just typing away on that previous thought, when the following song starting playing in my playlist. I started laughing like an idiot, because I had just read that bit in Genesis about Jacob wrestling with God…and suddenly…I realize that I am hearing…
“Take…on…me….”
“Take…me…on…”
lolz
^a-ha – Take On Me (Official Video)^
So yeah…that’s kinda how Synchronicity works. But not really. That’s just a single personal experience, that was convenient enough to share, so I did. To me, synchronicity doesn’t “work”…it is, or it isn’t. It’s personal. It’s always and forever…personal. Some, galactic street sign that you, for whatever reason, needed to see or hear or experience in some way. To qualify it is your job and no one else’s.
Think of it like this…I personally do not know whether there is a God and or God(s) or Demons or Angels or Ghosts or any shit like that. HOWEVER…this planet that I was born on? There are motherfucking SHITLOADS of people that do. There are FUCKTONS of stories through the ages of all of that bullshit and more. So…why discount it?
Don't ask me, I dunno either.
I do know this, the more that I think about the audacity of certain religious groups in their predictions and prophecies and estimations and guesstimations, the angrier I get. Not everyone is a Christian. I know I sure as shit ain’t. The only person that I know of that was ever “Christ-Like”…was Christ.
Food for thought.
And for the record…life, and it’s propensity to continuance, is our first clue. Hells Bells…it’s our ONLY fucking clue. Can’t find clues if you aren’t alive.
The rest…
we just gotta kinda…
make it up as we go.
^Billy Paul – Me And Mrs. Jones^
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My holiday is now over, Dear Reader. I’m back to work tomorrow…
*I wonder if the office was busy, Clicky… /lights up… Apparently teachers didn’t get paid last week… /puffs… Phew! Not down to me…*
… But come back anyway for the second installment of wholesome missiveness from The Okie Devil. And… Have a Song 😀
I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.
Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.
Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.
Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.
Shutting up now.
^ABC – A to Z – 1985^
I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.
But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.
That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.
Especially if you don't read it.
What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…
Q: Is everything gonna be OK?
A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.
^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^
I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.
I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.
Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.
There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.
I’m a sentimental fool.
^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^
It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.
It’s a growth market,
and the demand is huge,
leaving loads of room for expansion.
How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?
^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^
Did you watch that video above?
Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.
Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.
Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.
But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.
^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^
It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.
Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?
A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)
^Mr. Oizo – Ham^
And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?
I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…
Q: What was the question in the first place?
A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?
Seems like you may have gotten your answer.
Q: Now what?
A: ¿?¿
😛
^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^
Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.
Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?
^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^
Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?
The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.
Q: Why is change so important?
A: ?¿?
^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^
So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?
Newtonian?
Feynmanian?
Republicanian?
Democratian?
McDonald’sian?
Wal-Martian?
lolz...Wal-Martian...that's funny.
But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamnbutter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.
I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can do it?
Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.
Weird thought for an unemployed dude.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja
Movie = “Mystery Men”
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!
^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^
Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?
NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!
Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.
Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.
(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)
^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^
I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.
You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?
Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.
If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.
lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.
^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^
So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?
The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.
Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.
What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?
I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.
I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.
^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^
I dig your pants baby.
You look fucking GREAT in them.
I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.
Unless you want to.
Whatevz.
I’m easy.
Oh, and I like you too.
If that means anything at all.
Just sayin’.
^KLEENEX – nice^
A manifesto is a hammer.
The signors are the one who will swing it.
I wonder who wrote it?
Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.
Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.
I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.
^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^
If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.
^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^
While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…
Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?
A: ???
There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…
Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?
A: !?!¿!?!
I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILLbeing an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.
If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.
Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.
Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.
Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.
I wonder what that's all about?
Gonna have to move on at some point.
Ghosts will always haunt us.
It’s what they do.
^Gary Numan – Cars^
Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…
…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”
Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.
DAMN!!!
That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.
^Missing Persons – Words^
One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?
There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.
Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.
Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?
A: !!!
You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.
As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.
I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.
(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)
From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?
This energy race is gonna kill as all.
I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.
😉
^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^
OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.
If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?
There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.
I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.
Sound familiar? Ring any bells?
^Blondie – Rapture^
If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.
Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^
There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.
^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^
But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?
I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.
Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?
A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?
Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.
Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.
Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/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…*
*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…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*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…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
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.
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!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*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…
Dear Reader, I’m not gonna fuck about with a witty title today – it’s been that kind of day…
I was 15 minutes late for work this morning having got stuck in traffic, in a narrow side street, behind a skip swap…
*No, Clicky, skip swap. More than one skip… And it was not that fast…*
Once I arrived at work, I had to wait a fucking age for a lift because only 3 were working…
*No, I work on the 8th floor… that 16 flights of stairs, Clicky… You take the fucking stairs…*
Once in the office I set my PC up, made a coffee and started preparing for a day of A Level excitement when…
… An emergency fire drill. So, I filed all the way downstairs with several hundred colleagues. It had been overcast all morning but now it had decided to rain…
*Well, that’s as maybe Clicky, but I then you didn’t have to walk up 16 fucking flights of stairs afterwards because several hundred people, trying to get into the 3 working lifts, meant an incredibly long wait…/sigh…*
Anyhoo… It’s just been one of those days, so please enjoy the following missive from Cade, the Okie Devil in Texas. It’s his 72nd, but I guess you kinda know that already…
*******
If I had a nickel for every time that I said …”if I had a nickel for every time”… I’d have a surplus of deficits…of nickels…and surpluses and deficits of them.
Or something.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Melvins – Revolve (Music Video)^
Apologies for skipping the typical greetings and jumping to straight to the social graces of being apologetic for lack of social graces in the greeting department…but I have things on my mind. Things…like…black holes.
Q: When we are beyond the calculable, what is the standard currency for calculation?
A: ?¿HuH¿?
I guess this is why space travel is such a mystery to me. If observation is not the point of exploration, and elimination of mystery is the point of exploration…what’s the point?
Seems to me that it becomes an exercise in what went right.
Meaning...we are obsessed with being correct.
Yeah, this week, I’ve been watching some stuff I’ve already seen about space travel, but what best sums up the thoughts I’m trying to express here is a documentary about Australia. Primarily because I’ve been thinking a great deal about rocks and motion as it pertains to inter-dimensional overlap.
What in the FUCK is "interdimensional overlap"...you might ask?
Welp…the existence of the micro within the macro is gonna be the first thought.
Think of an atom that is here on Earth/Terra, embedded in some rock…but this atom is actually entangled with/connected to something outside of our solar system. It’s just sitting here chillin’ for a while before moving on.
^The Secrets of the Ordovician Age – Documentary^
Lotta red and orange sand, soils and clay in Australia. Which is weird, because there a lots of red sand, soils and clay in Texas and Oklahoma. I wonder if there is a connection there? I dunno…got me to thinking about stalactites and stalagmites, and more vertical pushes and pulls of gravity/gravities as it relates to subduction.
Yeah...more straight up and down over time over times.
Our planet does seem to spin. It even wobbles. And what is up at noon, is down 12 hours later, and back to up 12 hours after that…
so…yeah…
…lateral gravity waves that can be as finite as a single atom pushing here and pulling there, in more comprehensible/acceptable timelines. Not that I think you strive to commercialize everything. But you will publish your findings will you not?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Yeah…thinking that continents appearing and disappearing may have more to do with more than just rising/falling sea levels and plate tectonics. Lotta changes have happened over the last 12,500 years, and all of those changes are unique.
Maybe if you think along the lines of gasses within solids and/or fluidic solids, like frozen methane in seawater, the soup within our planet will make more sense as to why it’s prolly not what we think it is. Not all the time anyway.
^Deep Forest – Deep Forest Sweet Lullaby official video^
So yeah…black holes of the micro variety. If these are in fact destroyed at the moment of creation by these high-energy machines, how can you be sure that they actually originated here?
Therefore, how can you be sure that they are able to be destroyed OR created?
Maybe they are able to be moved…but can be neither created nor destroyed. They can be summoned…if you will.
I know, I know…you don’t like that thought AT FUCKING ALL!!!
Welp…what makes you think that I do? Cause I can assure you, I don’t. I like it even less when I think about where I’m going next.
Q: Is it possible for a micro black hole to become entangled with a human or other life form?
A: ...
Yeah…I wonder about “the storms” and “the storms within storms” as it relates to the more casual participant. If you think “chromium in water”… here, maybe this, erm, unfortunate participant, won’t seem like such a stretch.
^Led Zeppelin – Four Sticks (1972 Bombay Sessions)^
So what's this business all about?
Welp…light more than anything. Along with gamma rays. So yeah, it’s kinda about speed(s) and how these pertain to wormholes of various kinds. So, yeah, novae…and maybe they aren’t what we think they are. I mean, the best way to extinguish a fire is via detonation, but this does not use up available fuel…let alone all of it. As a matter of fact, this tends to preserve energy/fuel(s) more than anything.
So thinking contextually about a single microscopic singularity that consisted of everything in a single point just prior to the big bang … um…
Q: Where were you?
A: !!!
Contextually, you were more when than where. BUT you were still where, so contextually… how small was this microscopic singularity? I mean, if you were able to view it then from whereyou were then– when then was then – how small was it?
What I am stumbling around is this notion of the creation of a machine that allows for time-travel more along the lines of how we currently view it.
Meaning...past is past, present is present, future is future.
But you make a lot of assumptions about time there. Especially as time relates to matter.
EX: We’re gonna count to one(1). But this one(1)/this particular one(1), yeah, it’s going to take us a while to count it. That’s because this particular one(1) is going to be a measure of distance from one side of The Universe to the other. Trillions of trillions of years are going to elapse elsewhere, all while we ourselves travel from zero to one.
^Robert Plant | ‘Big Log’ | Official Music Video^
I guess I’m seeing some things that maybe science doesn’t want to see, because they assume that these things are prohibitive or inhibiting.
Welp…as much as government is in bed with science, we’re going to have to bring up self-restraint here since you are going to be contradictory with your application(s) of what is acceptable, and when via who. Prolly why there is such a desire to segment and separate. It opens new pathways of exploration of the same goddamn premises and concepts via different modes and mediums.
Sorry…but that dog don’t hunt. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. I don’t expect you to have answers for me personally, but I get the feeling that you are gonna have a shitload of them for me at some point, whether I want them or not.
^DOPE LEMON – Honey Bones^
Can’t help where or when or what you were born…but you can. And if you can help yourself get to wherever it is that you want to go…then…maybe I can help.
Just because someone is trying to rationalize something familiar, using modes and methods that are less familiar, doesn’t make it different.
But yeah...it does.
Afterall, it isn’t you…you’re just along for the ride. May I suggest shock-troops and water cannons? It’s the only way. Well…according to your own system and methods it appears to be the only way…so…what are you waiting for? Burn it all. That’s what you designed this shit for.
Good thinking.
^Good Morning – Warned You^
We all wanna be right, then kick up our feet and just sit around being right. Leaves plenty of time for telling everyone else how wrong they are, and then everyone and everything will be alright.
^Ruby Haunt – Honey^
I’ve been watching the following video/listening to this song repeatedly over the last week, and it got me to thinking about the movie The King’s Speech.
Why?
Welp…making a deficit an asset. I mean, the girl has a mouth full of braces…which HAS to be painful and/or uncomfortable enough without moving your mouth/jaw, let alone trying to sing. BUT…you got this fire in you to sing. So…you adapt. It’s amazing where creativity comes from sometimes.
^Suburban Lawns — Janitor^
This gets me to thinking about wheels a bit. More along the lines of cogs. Which has me to thinking about acne.
Yep...acne.
Especially in people that are growing/changing. I mean, have you really thought about what it takes to facilitate this change/these changes, or is everything blemish and blight?
Prolly much more to growing pains than just or simply…growing pains. Throw shaving in there, and this is prolly gonna help explain this “swelling” process that so many seem to encounter around and between the ages of 20-25 or so.
Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.
Movie = Grosse Pointe Blank
The first time she said that last line, the first time I saw that movie…it really stuck with me. The more I thought about it, and associated that “swelling” thought with my own troubles and travails…it really started to resonate.
At some point, the body is going to rebel. It’s going to start to wonder aloud, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?” with respect to repetitive injury/injuries. Especially when the “healing modes and methods” are triggered within us, and shortly after, they are stymied (think aftershaves, lotions, chemicals, etc.).
I mean, I don’t use soap(s) hardly at all anymore, and yes, I realize that I prolly don’t smell like apple blossoms and/or fragrant spring orchids and/or worn leather…but am I supposed to? I read the back of the Head & Shoulders bottle, while I was taking a shit the other day…and it got me to wondering why my body is devoid of these chemicals if I need them so badly.
Sorry…but anything that you take away from me, I am going to spite you for it. Knowledge and wisdom are where they are, when they are. Take that ability from me, and yes, I will hate you for it.
If it has fallen to you, for whatever reason, to pass along what you have learned, how does one do that?
Snot as easy as it may sound.
Gonna be all kinds of people lined up to tell you how to proceed, what to do, how to do it, guidelines, rules, regulations, methods… blah, blah, motherfucking blah.
“And he put the wood in order, and cut the bullock in pieces, and laid him on the wood, and said, Fill four barrels with water, and pour it on the burnt sacrifice, and on the wood.”
Prolly some other stuff going on there, eh? How else do you learn? But I’m thinking of the need for some to find their own way. There’s still gonna be a shitload of hand-holding going on there at times. Some crazy fuck may even have you completely and totally convinced that they are indeed holding your hand…but you are actually operating on your own, with no assistance whatsoever. Might make it easier to deal with watching you stumble and fall when and if you do.
What am I talking about here? Simple…ones and zeros…same as always. Ones and zeros are ridiculously fucking dynamic, and sometimes not so much. That said, I still think that there are no answers to be had. ESPECIALLY when you come to me with a motherfucking SHITLOAD of answers you’ve already found, and these answers are only eclipsed in number by the FUCKTON of questions that you still have.
I mean...what did you expect these answers to do for you?
If you want to kick your feet up and chill, buy a goddamn footstool and chair, and kick your fucking feet up and chill.
Mystery = SOLVED! Chill!
^Filter- Hey man nice shot^
Back to black holes…I think that maybe these pathways that allow light to travel further and faster than we think, are prolly overlooked for ease of what we CAN see. But I think that diffusion, contextually, is gonna kick us in the ass in the long run there. There is no long path, nor short path, just…the path that is there.
I still don’t know what I have to offer, other than maybe some crazy theories that may make some fodder for science fiction stories. But it’s the machinery that really baffles me. Like this short vid that I saw this week that shows a robot struggling with a box, then eventually dropping the box, knocking a bunch of shit over in the process, then falling down and busting it’s own ass. You robot designers seem to have the technique down pat.
But for what reason?
What are you really looking for? And don’t give me this bullshit about replacing lost limbs on war vets and/or eliminating future war injuries by replacing human soldiers with robots. This is about power and powers. All kinds of powers and energies. Not trying to piss on your parade, but do you care that you are pissing on mine?
Just askin'.
^Melissa Etheridge – I’m The Only One (Music Video)^
Meh…
…ain’t no heart like a broken heart.
I gots no answers.
^Robert Plant | ‘In the Mood’ | Official Music Video^
“And the ass saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive.”
Welp…give The Book of Numbers a whirl. It’s actually a damn interesting read if you think about all those people as individuals. Maybe try to associate these people with a sister, brother, father, mother, aunt, uncle of your own…then think about these people as…glup…people.
Yeah…they all dressed like Druid Hippies, who were tripping balls on acid and had no Hendrix or Jopplin to listen to…but they prolly had their own crazy music to listen to…so you can prolly still relate.
I’m a lazy fuck, too, and would prefer to have everything handed to me and be done with it. But it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Based on my experience, it hasn’t worked out that way for anyone else either, but I tend to be an optimist like that. Yeah…I consider that optimism. And not in a “misery loves company” kind of way either. I just see some things on the horizon that are going to make cancer and cancer-related ailments seem like a 24 hour virus by comparison. And that’s not to diminish anyone with cancer, nor their suffering.
But this romance with immortality is gonna bust some asses whether you like it or not. Have you ever really considered immortality outside of the relief of your immediate fear of death and the unknown(s) that follow it? Yeah…I get the feeling that “the gods”…assuming they even exist…are in bondage 24/7, and they will be in that bondage forever.
Might wanna give time and times over time a thought or two there as you ponder the thought of being God or being a god. Whether or not they are real, the concept is real enough…
Therefore "if" gods exist is perhaps the wrong question to ponder.
But “when” they exist… if you can answer “when” they exist, “where” they exist is gonna get real goddamn pertinent all of a sudden like (lolz).
So yeah...um...where were we? (rofl)
^Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version)^
X: Hi
Cade: Oh…hello there.
X: I didn’t think you were gonna let me talk in this one.
Cade: I din’t either. But it seemed…
X: Pertinent?
Cade: lolz…yeah…that.
X: …
^W.A.S.P. – Wild Child^
Prolly have kind of a pissy attitude in this whatever, and I apologize for that. My hands are fucking killing me. I can’t touch anything without them starting to bleed, and as a result, I ain’t been doing much. I had to wipe down a bag of chips, the chip clip andthe entire counter two days ago because I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding so bad until I noticed my spoon was covered in blood.
You kinda-sorta get used to the pain, and even the tearing pain becomes ignorable at many points…
even tho it hurts like a motherfucker
…but it comes and goes, and you never know when you may be bleeding without realizing it when you focus on ignoring the pain.
I was just looking at my thumbs, and if I had to give thumbprints, there wouldn’t be any. Just a few long lines where the skin is tearing, surrounded by large flat round areas that completely cover/obscure all of the ridges and whorls that are normally there. Almost like they are covered with tape…cept they are covered with callouses. Nevermind the morse-code looking bumps and lines on the thumbnails.
But yeah…it has had me thinking about ergonomics and motion quite a bit. Not that I know anyone who is working a new job that they are still acclimating to or anything, and notthat I am thinking about them and their changes/adaptations or anything.
But yeah, I am.
^The Guess Who – No Time^
Been holding my hands under hot water quite a bit. And I mean hot as in hot as FUCK hot until I can’t stand it anymore, which is usually quite a bit/takes quite a while.
As my hands begin to warm, I noticed that a lot of these “itches I cannot scratch” kinda rear their heads, but the heat helps with it. The pressure of, and the pulling of, the skin, is the worst part. It makes me wonder what in the FUCK is going on underneath with all of the connective tissues. Not like there is a goddamn tug-of-war going on there with my fingers pointing every goddamn direction and then some…but they are, and they do.
Nothing I can do about it tho.
Both index fingers are pulling so fucking hard and far to the left, that they put a shitload of strain on my thumbs. The middle fingers pull opposite to the index fingers, which causes the ring fingers to pull opposite of the middle fingers. It makes the middle and ring fingers look as if they are whispering to each other or gossiping…plotting.
lolz...seriously.
Looks like they are trying to work out how best to abandon ship at some point. But my toes do the same thing. It’s funny sometimes as I work on my feet placement and posture, it looks as tho the toes are talking to each other at various times and passing along messages. But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, in fact, that’s what toes do…right? Pass messages back and forth? Why wouldn’t the fingers do similar or the same? They are all connected after all.
^The Outfield – Your Love^
Ever been somewhere new, and wondered how you fit in?
Wondered how you can fit in?
Too slow…too fast…too right…too wrong.
(le sigh)
^Mountain – Mississippi Queen^
Better to have blah'd and blah'd, than to never have blah'd at all.
^Alannah Myles – Black Velvet^
I get the feeling that statues are not the target.
Maybe just…convenient.
Possibly even, that these statues are not armed, they pose no real threat.
(lolz)
“I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums” – Stephen Wright
^Confederate Song – I Wish I Was In Dixie Land (with lyrics)^
I guess I see shit as taking a lot more time to come together/manifest than simply building a machine and making assumptions about the machine/machinery itself, and what it does. Leaves out a lot of shit, like what this machine doesn’t do. Not to mention what it does that cannot be perceived, and how long this machine and it’s components will continue to do whatever it is doing/has done/keeps doing.
That doesn’t mean that I am suggesting that things cannot be done better. But omitting the possibility that some things should not be done at all does concern me. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught, but you’ve already been caught…otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to hide or obscure whatever it is that you are doing. That tends to make getting caught the second time, third time, etc., just that much more profound.
^B-2 drops 80 JDAMs^
Yeah…it’s an “old” video, but this old shit is still lurking; it ain’t going anywhere, and it never was gonna go anywhere.
So what's the point?
Afraid someone is gonna try and convert you if you don’t blow their ass to dust first? I can see why not dealing with things on certain terms, that don’t appeal to you, can cause you to seek other modes, methods and means. But it seems to me that by negating them, you are simultaneously negating yourself andyour efforts.
Unless you can find a new enemy to replace them with once they are eliminated.
But that presumes that there was only one enemy on that list in the first place. So yeah…it’s not about who’s first…it’s about who’s next.
Have fun.
^David Bowie – I’m Deranged (With Lyrics)^
So…I’ve not looked it up, but that Feynman shit did get me to thinking a bit. Especially the similarities via that one Feynman diagram that caused me to see some other crazy shit, which in turn caused me to attempt to express it a bit through/via some shitty drawings of my own. Without a like interest or like interests tho, I’ve no real interest myself.
Meaning, without someone to talk to about them, yeah...fuck that noise.
It’s taken me decades to get a lot of that shit pushed to the back of my mind. No kindred spirit to talk to about this shit makes it pretty much not much fun when you DOwind up talking about it to someone else. Especially if they do not have specific questions. I could fill volumes of notebooks writing about shit that I’ve seen and see…but no one cares/no one will read it…so…why bother?
On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.
I was telling RedFrank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…
Sew it seamed… 😉
*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…*
"The destruction of their cultural identity deals with who they are as a people." pic.twitter.com/dR7IEjjLlS
*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…*
Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…
*Hmm…*
*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*
“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.
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.
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Now...where, did we leave off? 
So what's this business all about?
Library of Libraries 