Category: Smoking

When You Reach Your Selbie Date…

Sell-by date is from 1972.

Duncan Selbie don’t like being called a ‘Nanny’, Dear Reader, oh dear me gno… He’s irked by the tone of the question…

Top Nanny doesn't like being called Nanny

*/lights up fag… When he says ‘right‘, Clicky, how far right do you reckon he’s finking?*

*That far? …/exhales plume of smoke…*

I don’t know much about him so I fought/fault/fort I’d look him up…

In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

CLICKY: Ted Talk?

‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.

‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.

‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”

‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’

*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*

He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…

As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.

…but the reality is…

‘He has backed interventionist measures, such as the sugar tax. And he urged hospitals to ban smoking anywhere.’

How does it end? The profile, that is…

In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.

But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.

Oh Duncan, take your own advice and… Have a Song…

https://youtu.be/psFQMKcsIF8

… And for you, Rear Dealer…

1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.

Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]

Have a bunch…

https://youtu.be/ZKxtiJABTxs

Missive From ‘Merica: Wanna Kick Up The Batty Crease, Eh? Eh?

*Eh?*

*Oh! Have B…/rolls eyes… Tortured, Clicky…*

So glad you could join us, Dear Reader, for the second half of Cade’s latest missive from ‘Merica. Earlier today I mentioned that ‘ere in Blighty, today’s date is written 13.7, but for my Okie Devil chum in Texas, it’s 7.13…

*Yeah I know he lives in Dallas, Clicky…*

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∞…—…

TIC

…—…∞

TOC

∞…—…∞

TOE
^Jefferson Airplane -White Rabbit-^

What’s your hurry? It’s long been “group-think” that if you cannot get what you want, get it via another route. I mean…you want it…right?

If you want it and cannot have it, that must mean that you need it. Which means that all bets are off…game on. Right? Isn’t that how “the game” works? Fairness and sportsmanship go out the window when the money is off the table. That means the only rule is that there are no rules. Why…that must mean that no one is ruling?

RUT ROH!!! We got us a power-vacuum. I wonder if scientific experiments could be a root of this…vacuum? Nah…that shit’s not related in the slightest bit.

      Government = —> HERE

HERE <— = Science

They must be 69'ing each other.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2AxWPQVOBA

^The Nipple Erectors-All The Time in The World^

I dunno what to tell you. But I do know that I have to figure out as much of this shit as I can. Afterall, my kids are going to potentially ask me about this shit at some point. Ask me why I didn’t do something. Why I didn’t do more. I won’t have an answer for them if those last two questions ever come.

So the best that I can hope for, is that they’ll never be asked. It doesn’t matter whether I had some affect, or had no effect. Those are still both valid and useful in the affect and/or effect department(s), but not all share my opinion on restraint and inaction being just as effective and affective as any verb-based textual representation of action and involvement. I think sometimes we forget that non-action is sometimes the best course. Don’t think so?

OK…let’s take the conundrum of “turning into a skid” when driving an automobile that has lost traction on the contact surfaces between the pavement and tires. It’s completely counter-intuitive. Considering the nature of roadways and/or typical driving conditions, it’s almost foolhardy to even contemplate mentioning this technique, never mind actually teaching it to drivers.

This maneuver is going to take time and effort that many “experts” will say could be better spent teaching other topics…like skid avoidance and/or traction-loss avoidance, or more cognizant awareness of driving in less than ideal weather/driving conditions.

Yeah…nothing creepy about that shit at ALL. Not my car nor my ass sitting in it or anything. To you…I’m just a number on some aggregated stat-sheet. A sheep for slaughter. Better be sure.

^Combichrist – Shut Up And Swallow^

Nothing wrong with morality. I fucking love me some motherfucking morality and shit like that. The problem is…application. Morality has been long since defined. Now all you gotta do…is apply it. Or…not apply it…as it were. Maybe if you aren’t including such a concept in your calculations, maybe some re-evaluation as to your methods with this in mind could help where you fail. Yeah…hands off. Jesus Christ…even the gods appear to be pretty much hands of most of the time.

I don’t actually believe that, but it certainly appears that way much if not most of the time. We just sometimes assume that re-definition of an existing concept somehow nullifies the previous concept completely. Flight of any kind or type doesn’t overcome gravity. It simply operates within the concept of gravity however it does. Whether that be bird, balloon, bug, plane, or rocket. Gravity is about motion. Gravity is ALL about motion. There’s just some contextual differences.

You don’t need wings to stand. Not on this planet anyway. But wings are just one type of wheel. And there are many wheels in wings and the dynamics that allow them to work…but I’m getting off the topic of birth and procreation regulation via smoking/anti-smoking regulation. Maybe that’s a good thing. Not like I intentionally try and confuse myself sometimes or anything.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6KDyGg0x20

^Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch – Meltdown Oratorio^

My head has been kinda void over the past few weeks, and especially the last week. Null…is what comes to mind. Almost like some galactic re-positioning is taking place. Like some something somewhere at some time recently, has set into motion…a large movement and re-positioning. Not really a reset…but more of a recalculation of the existing set.

And I’m not talking about zero here…I mean null as in nothing. The concept of zero is representative of the both ether and the firmament…in motion…both at the same time. But null…is…almost like even zero cannot be calculated. Or at least, in this instance. I tried to write about this the other day, but I lost all of the crap I wrote when my computer crashed. Maybe there was something to that.

Think of it like this...

There are certain segments of The Universe, at all scales, that can be qualified as synchronous in a more easily recognizable form(s) and/or pattern(s). The stars traversing the night-sky…for example.

But this feeling that I’ve had? Imagine if every star in the sky suddenly just started going it’s own way. Yeah, that’s still a quasi-recognizable pattern in that the stars are doing something they normally don’t do. But at some point, the wonder of seeing such an event would prolly turn to terror pretty quickly for some if not most watching it happen.

Not that I feel even the slightest bit of fear, nor am I anticipating a feeling of fear. But maybe there is something to that. Should I be worried if the stars start doing something they don’t normally do? Not like I can do anything about it…so why worry? Why fear?

^The Gentlemen-It’s A Cry’n Shame^

I guess if I need someone else to tell me when I should or should not be afraid, yeah…something is majorly wrong, alright. But I get the feeling that whatever I am being told to be afraid of may not be the only thing that I might want to cast a wary eye at. Which is prolly why I write how I do. Meaning: As me, by me, for anyone but me.

So yeah, stop reading this bullshit and go find shit to be afraid of via someone else.

Or something.
^Cocteau Twins – Pitch The Baby^
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.

X: You sure you wanna walk this path?

Cade: No.

X: Good answer.

G: I have a suggestion.

Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. Who in the fuck is this fuck?

G: I bet you may have some ideas.

Cade: (I’m currently laughing so hard, I cannot think of anything to write, cept this shit right here)

G: Just right…just write.

Cade: Something like that…or something.

G: Exactly.

Cade: As in…

G: If you are writing, you are probably right for writing.

Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s 04:58 in the morning, and I’ve been up for hours.

G: Maybe it’s time to try for some more sleep.

Cade: I’m sweating like a pig. It’s hot as fuck in here for some reason.

Z: Turn the computer off dummy.

Cade: Good call.

0: …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz26fcmq3S8

^TRIUMPH – Lay It On The Line (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^

So much for me turning off my computer, eh?

‘False economy’ warning as councils plan £85m worth of cuts to public health spending

How much money has to be involved, in order for a financial reallocation and/or adjustment, to be considered a “slash”? Or is this more a topical thing. Topical, as in, “it depends on the column in the spreadsheet being decimated you backwards yank swine!!! There are real people going to be affected by these changes!!!”

Starting with you…right? You always have the first grab at the parachute rack…eh? I mean…being a reporter…you are gonna know if the plane is going down before anyone else, right? You gotta survive to tell the tale…right? No care or concern for yourself.

Gotta get on the ground quick, dial the stockbroker, and have them sell those shares you own in the airline you were just flying. They might drop as a result of this crash. It could be fatal. Maybe you should have stayed on the plane afterall. This story better be good. Your career might depend on it.

^ZZ Top – I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide^

I don’t understand the logic in draining the ocean just because you personally are drowning. I think you are important. But I think the ocean is important too. Maybe regret is more at work sometimes than we give credit. Especially in cases of reprisal, reprimand and revenge.

This misconception and/or misunderstanding of equality. The equation is always balanced…even in process. You just may be lagging a bit in figuring out the bits on each side of the equal sign. If you are only focused on one side or the other, what else but anger would rear it’s head when someone intervenes and points this out to you. Welcome to the road to regret. I wonder where it leads? I wonder what your say is in these matters?

So much for the lure of the rabbit hole, eh?
^Laibach – See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (Official video)^

I floated an idea for a story to someone last night. I’ve had this story idea in my head for some time, and figured…what the hell…maybe if I mention a blurb about it to someone else, I can think and develop this idea a little more productively.

The idea was/is…someone, somehow, living to the age of 133 years old. Someone who saw The Year 2000 come in, also gets to see the year 2100 come in. But it doesn’t stop there. Somehow or another, this fuck survives to the age of 1,033 years old.

So yeah, not only did they get to see 2000CE and 2100CE, they make it all they way to 3000CE. A living record, of what it was like, to encounter those, and be able to share those experiences, face to face with others. A living book or living record of sorts.

Why?

I dunno. Just have some ideas about data retention and data preservation as it relates to both machines and life.

Maybe “1033” would be a good title.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psv7uF7_A8c

^Just Between You And Me – April Wine^

So…you’ve worked in order to get paid.

You’ve worked in order to get paid, by someone else.

How are you gonna repay yourself?

I’m just wondering how the ride was prior to payday.

Does that affect the ride post-payday?

Always nice to have options.

Just sayin'.
^ZZ Top – TV Dinners (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
Happy hump-day.
^The Rings – I Wanna Be Free (1977)^

I like stockings.

The girl wearing them is important too.

Order those in any way you choose.

But we can prolly eventually do without the stockings.

I’m going back to bed.

^ZZ Top ‘A Fool For Your Stockings’^

Maybe a random song for the fuck of it.

^Indigenous – “Waiting”^
cYa | cFa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP5Xv7QqXiM

^Warren Zevon – Lawyers, Guns and Money^

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*Yes, I know I still have ironing to do, Clicky!*

Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Wanna Kick Up The Batty Crease, Eh?

Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…

July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).

Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…

supplies receipt 13.77

 

… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…

 

Roobs 1 hour and 37 mins accrued on for visit day

And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…

FEYNMAN (1)

Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…

funny-pictures-happy-iron-face

*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*

I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀

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Are you reading this?

Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂

It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.

Didn’t think about that…did ya?

I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.

Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.

BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.

❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^

If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…

Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?

A: ...

Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?

Q: Can you pass your own test?

A: …

So…you want someone like you?

Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?

What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.

You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.

Assuming that they are cooperative that is.

Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^

I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.

Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.

Google – smokers should lose custody of their kids

 

OMG I feel so dirty for just searching Google for that.

Let’s give Dogpile, Yahoo and Bing a whirl and see what they have to say.

Yahoo – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Bing – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Dogpile – smokers should lose custody of their kids

 

I feel so much better now.
^Revolting Cocks – Me So Horny^

So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.

OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.

But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.

I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.

^April Wine – I Like To Rock Official Video^

I feel like some asshole chasing his tail.

Must be some rabbit hole around here somewhere.

This is only going to be applicable in the USA.

Sorry foreign scumbags…American scumbags only.

Dogpile – can attorneys advertise?

Legal Advertising

Legal Advertising in the United States

I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?

OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^

So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…

Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?

A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)

And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?

Q: What do all of these have in common?

A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!

But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?

A: ???

The next thing that popped into my head was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?

A: ¿¿¿

Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.

I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.

^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^

What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.

BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.

And tested.

And tested.

I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?

Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?

A: ?¿?

Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.

^Alice In Chains – Would^

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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…

A Ten Shun! Wait For It…

Decimation (Latin: decimatio; decem = “ten”) was a form of military discipline used by senior commanders in the Roman Army to punish units or large groups guilty of capital offences, such as mutiny or desertion. The word decimation is derived from Latin meaning “removal of a tenth”. The procedure was a pragmatic attempt to balance the need to punish serious offences with the realities of managing a large group of offenders.

In two days, it will be the 10th anniversary of the UK ban on smoking in enclosed spaces and the Guardian wants us to share…

guardian wants views on smoking ban

*They can fuck RIGHT off, Clicky… /lights up… They and the rest of the wanky MSM have been poxy cheerleaders for Tobacco Control and their crackpot, fear-mongering ideas…*

I’m not inclined to give the Guardian much of anything; I’d much rather share with you, Dear Reader…

‘Tell us a little more about your relationship with smoking’

Been there, done that…

got the tshirt

*/drags…*

‘Please tell us about your memories of the smoking ban in 2007’

It passed me by, I am ashamed to say. I didn’t really go to pubs, except for work, entertaining clients, so I didn’t twig at the time as to just how draconian it would turn out…

*Oh come on, Clicky! Who fucking watches adverts? …/puffs…*

‘What impact has the ban had on you in the years that have passed since?’

Let’s see… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man’s business suffered badly as our town’s nightlife dwindled, so… financially poorer. I fell out with my Boss over the ban and eventually had to leave my job… */sigh…* Yeah, definitely poorer. Butt… I discovered the Internet, oh, and I joined I.S.I.S… Which is somewhat ironic…

‘How do you feel about the ban now, in 2017?’

Apart from the unshakable feeling that though the War was won, the battle had just begun..? I can only imagine the Romans would dream of being as ruthlessly effective as the Tobacco Control Terrorists… Decimation? Try 1 in 5…

*Bitter sweet, Clicky, defo…*

1st July 2007…

July 1st 2007

And today…

Isis falls

Mosul children celebrate fall of Isis.png

Dear Reader… */lights up…* Have a Song…

Sissification Of A Generation

Previously at the LoL
CLICKY: No madder than…

I’d been thinking about writing again on The Fourth Turning when Thoughtful Man sent me a video yesterday morning via Arse-about-Face Book. It showed one Millennial dissecting the views of another…

The Millennial Generation (Hero, born 1982–2004) first arrived amid “Babies on Board” signs, when abortion and divorce rates ebbed, the popular culture recast babies as special, and hands-off parental styles were replaced by Lamaze and attachment-parenting obsessiveness. Child abuse and child safety became hot topics, while books teaching virtues, values, and team-playing citizenship became best-sellers.

Perhaps that explains…

Virtue Signalling

signal (n.) late 14c., “visible sign, indication,” from Old French signal, seignal “seal, imprint, sign, mark,” from Medieval Latin signale “a signal,” from Late Latin signalis (adj.) “used as a signal, pertaining to a sign,” from Latin signum “identifying mark, sign” (see sign (n.)). Restricted sense “agreed-upon sign” (to commence or desist, etc.) is from 1590s. Meaning “modulation of an electric current” is from 1855.

When I think of the previous Hero generation (born 1901 – 1924) that came of age during the last Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning (1929 – 1945)…

*Hmm… anything on ‘values from 80 years ago, Clicky?*

*Interesting. How about child safety?*

*Ha!*

As Millennials began reaching their teens in the late 1990s, youth volunteering and community service surged—while teen rates of drinking, smoking, and violent crime declined steeply.

Appeasement didn’t work before, it’s doubtful it will work any better this time and I have to wonder what effect the hyperbolic Health education campaigns started the 1980s to protect ‘the children’ by ‘denormalising‘ smoking has had to the Heroes of today and their ability to accurately assess risk…

Sissy

Enough of cowards for tonight, Dear Reader. Have a Song…

Supposing A Smokers’ Symposium

A quick post for you tonight, Dear Reader…

*I know, I’m working on it, Clicky…*

On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in Blue Frank’s Smoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.

On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…

symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium “drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion “drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes “drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn- “together” (see syn-) + posis “a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen “to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)- “to drink.”

The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]

The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial. 

*/squints…*

I also met Red Frank’s brother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…

*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*

I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…

*And a Song… /rolls eyes…*

 

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: One For The Road…

Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…

Clicky has supplied all the images, below…

*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*

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OMG!!!

Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.

🙂

😐

😦

I am not sure how I feel about this.

Meh…I’ll figure it out.

^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^
To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows

Yeah…that motherfucker right there.

That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.

No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?

(Mental Note to check tomorrow)

To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug

Roob is quite aware that I…

A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,

B) HATE death stories/death announcements.

And yet…she prods my sour ass on.

Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz

BUT! She inspires me. As do others.

Hence…I express, now digress.

^CeCe Peniston – Finally^

What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…

“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”

Yeah…scary shit, eh?

Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.

Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?

Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.

Yep...there's power in thought.

Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.

And nailed it…

and nailed it…

and nailed it.

<yawn>
^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^

This comment of…

“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”

…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.

Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?

Well played.

Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.

Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.

I don’t like to discount possibility.

I see the influence.

I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.

Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?

Someone to talk about shit with helps too.

Just sayin.
^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^

Cocaine and amphetamine regulated transcript
Champ Car
Formula_One
Fédération Internationale de l’Automobile
Liberty Media
Chloroquine
Chloroquine Retinopathy
Pulmonary Alveolar Proteinosis
Granulocyte Macrophage Colony-Stimulating Factor Receptor
GRB2
A Lack of a Functional NAD(P)H:Quinone Oxidoreductase Allele Is Selectively Associated with Pediatric Leukemias That Have MLL Fusions
Elevated hematocrit enhances platelet accumulation following vascular injury
Phospholipidosis
Chlorpromazine
Hiccup
Rogue Wave
Soliton
John Scott Russell
Versine (Redirected from Versed Sine)
Haversine Formula
Floating-Point Arithmetic
Excosecant
Siege of Leningrad

I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?

^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^

Also from that ZeroHedge story…

“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”

O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.

We'll get to walls in a minute.

But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.

Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.

So yeah...walls.

China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!

So yeah...CIA.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Duran Duran – Notorious^

They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.

More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.

Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.

It’s cloudy this morning.

^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^

 

Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.

Tortillas come to mind.

But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.

^London Grammar – Hey Now [Arty remix]^

Interesting bit I stumbled across this morning at the Velvet Glove Iron Fist blog.

The tobacco template

After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…

Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?

A: ???

“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.

“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.

Sounds...Babylonian.
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^
(Just play along here...k?)
Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?

A: 07:00 AM

Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?

A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.

Q: What if there is traffic?

A: I don’t own a car.

Q: What if you need one?

A: I don’t.

Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?

A: Wouldn’t affect me.

Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.

A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.

Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.

A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?

Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?

A: …

^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^

 

 

So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?

Q: Where’s the good in that?

A: ?¿?

The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?

A better kind of bad.

Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.

Heh...heh...heH!!!
^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^

Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.

^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^

X: I’ve done that a time or two.

Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.

X: So I’ve heard.

Cade: I can see that.

X: Which part?

Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?

X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?

Cade: Isn’t it obvious?

X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.

Cade: The questions are already there.

X: That’s what I meant 😉

Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.

X: Assuming we get there.

Cade: lolz…we?

X: …

Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.

X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.

Cade: Is that the first one?

X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?

Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.

X: Why not?

Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.

X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.

Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?

X: …

Cade: That wasn’t a question.

X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

Cade: I got nothin.

X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.

Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.

X: Is that all you can do?

Cade: What else is there?

X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?

Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.

X: You see any purpose in that?

Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.

X: Does that scare you.

Cade: I like yellow /shrug

X: That’s not what I asked.

Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.

X: Then what?

Cade: I’ll keep going.

X: Almost there.

Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?

X: We’ll see.

Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.

X: Times change.

Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.

X: Are you sure?

Cade: Not yet.

X: 😉

Cade: 🙂

^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^

 

 

 

I’m gonna take a break for a while.

I'm not saying goodbye here.

Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.

^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^

*******

*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*

*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Nuffin’ in Particular…

Um… I don’t have anything particular on my mind tonight, Dear Reader, so umm…

*Lucky dip, Clicky? …/lights up… Put three things together and see what happens? …/drags… Sounds a bit sketchy but okay…*

First up, some Library news…

They are the pages where an unwilling messiah Brian, Mr Creosote, the Ministry of Silly Walks, a football team of philosophers and a dead parrot were all born. Now, more than 50 notebooks of original sketches and ideas for Monty Python have been donated to the British Library by Michael Palin.

The public will now be able to freely peruse Palin’s archive of writings from 1965 to 1987, including the books where he and Jones would write the early sketches for Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

https://youtu.be/yca6UsllwYs

*That’s right, he’s also an epic traveler, Clicky…*

Secondly some exciting Smokie Drinkie News, Dear Reader…

*Virtually… /knocks of ash and relights…*

And for number three… */thinks…* Ah! This made me chuckle… An explanation of a shambles for the British viewing public…

And now a new missive from The Okie Devil for you, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

*******



MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

 

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

It’s late Sunday night, and I’ve been busy with not much all day. However, I was able to somehow squeeze in a movie, and now I will suggest you check it out. It’s called Birdman, it’s a superhero flick, and I’ve avoided it for some time.

Q: Who has two thumbs and recommends you see this flick?

A: The guy who is typing this and occasionally hitting the space bar with his thumbs.

There have been several movies that specifically address the concept of what a superhero is. Mystery Men is a good example, but so is Daredevil and Watchmen. That said, this one not only sticks to the topic more along the lines of Mystery Men and Kick-Ass, it crosses the line a bit more. It kinda rubs your nose in both concepts of fantasy and reality as it pertains to “the hero.” That’s what I got out of it anyway. I’m sure I’ll get more and more out of it the more I watch it. Assuming that I ever watch it again. But I would given the chance.

It’s very clever and tells a great story about Hollywood and Broadway actors.

Ya know? People.

Yeah…this movie is full of people.

Towering people.

People teetering on being toppled.
^Apollo 440 – Can’t Stop The Rock^

That’s all you’re getting from me. I mean…she said all that shit above, and not me. So if the movie is now spoiled,…erm…too fucking bad…blame her, or stop looking at the pic or something.

I had heard that this movie was weird.

This is movie is far from weird…it’s good ol’ fashioned completely fucked up.

Plus…”the bad guy” or “villain” in this one is quite cleverly disguised/costumed, and is one of the more interesting villains in recent memory.

You’d never even know they were there.

Meh...you'll figure it out.
^The Crystal Method – Blowout^
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BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

So…dripping in guilt…um…yeah…I got to read a book I didn’t pay for.

The only way I can quasi-make up for it…is actually read the fucking thing.

The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time thinking on it.

The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time writing about it.

The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is….erm…I dunno.

I’ll leave it to you to devise something devious and clever as punishment for the thrashing I’m about to give it.

This will not be my intent…but I always look on the bright side.

Weird that we can only see it through the dark.

Weird.
^Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun^

The Mark. I don’t like this book. I mean…I love it. But yeah…I don’t like it. I dances all around some really pertinent and noteworthy topics, a shitload of topics actually…and it does this very cleverly. Great story.

The author tells a very long, slow-moving story very quickly. I guess I could just say that it reads well, but I didn’t. Until now…but yeah…well written and easy on the English/UK slang. Almost like another story I noticed by this publisher where it appeared to me when an American author was attempting to use UK slang, this story appears to me as a UK author trying not to use UK slang. Weird. I prolly wrong on all counts, but no one cares…so…meh. I guess the way that the backstory is woven into the now really kinda keeps it flowing. Not saying that I had the urge to skip pages and read ahead because I didn’t have those urges…but I wanted to. Weird, eh?

I guess some of the “ingrained English culture” that sometimes makes those in the UK appear so fucking weird to the outside world, is starting to make a little more sense.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtZAzh0TSAo

 ^Moloko – Sing It Back^
These pertinent and noteworthy topics I mentioned, are always pertinent and noteworthy. I guess the measure of their noteworthy depends on the time and times in which they are perceived to occur. Lots of people still freaked the fuck out by The Internet. But that’s not really a stretch is it?
There are those who like theatre/stage, there are those that like opera, there are those that like theatre/movies, there are those who like church, there are those that like books, there are those that like nightclubs, there are those that prefer to stay home and watch television, there are those that like to sit outside and just…watch. I prolly missed some options or twenty in there, but you get the gist. Especially when you flip most of those into participant and observer roles, and then add time and times as to when and where. Meh.
 ^Pendulum – Showdown (Official Video)^

I can understand my need to “educate myself”…the battle-cry within most media today.

However, there are stopgaps there.

1st, now I gotta “prove it”…be tested…as to how much I have learned.

Q: What if I failed your test?

A: ?¿?

Q: Did I fail you? Or did you fail me? When?

A: ¿?¿

I guess I’m just dumb. Doesn’t say much about you and your teaching tho does it? Even if I earn your stupid-assed certificate of authenticity of approval, that winning was based on the possibility of failure. Doesn’t bode well for my survival over the long run…does it?

BTW…are you course credits and/or certifications transferable?

I get the feeling I may need that option.

 ^Sonique It Feels so Good^

So yeah…The Internet…nothing but voyeurs and fetishists. Oh, and predators. And smurfs. Oh…and catfish. And trolls. And some other stuff. Paranoidistics should prolly become it’s own discipline. But that’s almost kinda…self incriminating…isn’t it? Lolz

FUCK!!! My hands are bleeding…brb.

 ^Gypsy Woman (She’s Homeless) – Crystal Waters – HQ^

Gotta account for the voice that The Internet gives to many that would otherwise not have it. But before you get all uppity as to a few things regarding “marks” and “beasts”…yer gonna need to do some self-flagellation real quick….K?

(virtually...VIRTUALLY...you fucking sickos)

There are many that discount “the power” of the individual voice that gets drowned out amongst the noise within the throng…or…throbbing-clusterfuck…as I like to call it. And many times, they are correct. However, how in the fuck are you going to use this same system to label each and every person, when there are those that are omitted by this system’s existence in and of itself? Channels? Better channels? Better channeling? Good fucking luck with that one. Especially seeing as how this entire system is build upon a system that will fall like tumblers under the right conditions. Yeah…power. As in, electrical.

Suddenly…the concept of infinite and unlimited power doesn’t sound so good, eh?

Almost like…there’s a built in safety there.

Keep in mind who provides the power, and it’ll never be a shock when there is too little or too much of it.

Just sayin'.
 ^iiO – Rapture (Official Video)^
 

Clouds have moved in after a coupla days of sunshine.

Q: Do I seem glum?

A: I feel glum.

Prolly just my overwhelming urge to both A) continue reading The Mark, and B) not continue reading The Mark.

YEAH ASSHOLES!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED IT!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!?!?

How can I write a book review on a book that I’ve not even finished reading?

Well duh. You fucks judge unread and/or unfinished books all the time. It’s just that these books are lives. Lives that are in progress, therefore, cannot be told in their totality as they are still being written. That is of course, unless you take matters into your own hands.

Creepy thoughts...eh?

Hey…if you fucks can trash a book based on the cover, or the title, or the forward, or who wrote the forward, or the fact that there is no dedication, or just read the first few pages and stop and THEN trash the fuck out of it…I should be able to write a positive review at the halfway point.

Halway-ish.

Like 126 of 200 or something.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccJJ0uxigVA

 ^Blade Runner Theme • Vangelis^

I’ve been interrupted by The BBC several times over the last week over their series Oceans. Whatshername picked it up at the library last week for reasons unknown, and I’ve been watching it. I even managed to clean up disk 2 to where it plays in its totality. Story for another blog I guess. 😉

Anyway…it’s a great series…very ambitious. Big, beautiful, and let’s us lubbers see some things that we never would have been able to see otherwise. Lotta messages in this film. One of which, is sharks. Sharks are starting to become the new dolphin…I guess because tuna are almost gone, so we don’t have to worry about dolphin getting caught in the tuna nets anymore. Dolphins prolly still need to be wary of certain coves, but I digress since I have no answers. But anyway…a message that is espoused over and over in this film…is health. Health of the oceans. Health of the food chain. Health of the apex predators.

Blah blah blah.

The ironic bit, is that all of this “health” is based upon sickness and disease. More succinctly, the sick and the diseased. Lotta references to “weeding out” with respect to the sick and diseased. Not much “respect” there in my not-so-humble opinion…but whatever or something.

Anyway…this food chain business is gonna be your own worst enemy, mainly because of its static representation of a dynamic system. I mean, all you gotta do is turn that food chain diagram 180° to see the apex. Yeah…the other one. This is why I operate in a 4/7/5/8 dimensional world. You never forget life, nor time, nor the structures that support them both. Because it works both ways, in all cases, no exceptions, forever and always. Or at least, it works that way currently. 😉

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skiNUaOS3mg

 ^Blade Runner • Tears in Rain • Vangelis^

The saving grace in ecological conservation, or conservation of any kind…it that there is no saving grace.

Ironic...eh?

So…we look for gems. Gems like “we just don’t know.” That’s a something that was espoused by Philippe Cousteau, and the honesty in it damn near brings someone like me to tears of joy. Working your ass off, as it is happening, knowing that you are blundering around in a shitstorm, trying to make sense of it all, and doing the best you can with what you have.

/shrug

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36RjVOi32sA

 ^Apocalypse Now Theme • Ride of the Valkyries • Richard Wagner^

Now that the cofveve buzz has worn off, let’s talk about something else. I mean, I can’t help but think about Rob Stewart and his efforts to bring “the shark issue” to our attention. But then again, I have an interest in the ocean. Many people, don’t.

So let’s talk…strata….in wata.

DOH!

Yep…wata strata.

Wata has a lotta strata.

And when you think about it…should oughtn’t it have outta have strata?

Pro-Tip: "Outta" and it's usage, contextually.

Outta: Awe-Tuh…contraction substitution for “ought to”

We outta get the fuck outta here.

Outta: Ow-Tuh…contraction substitution for “out of”

We’re outta here.

 ^Fluke – Atomic Bomb (Atomix 3)^

Lot’s of long cogs turn slowly in the wheel over very long periods of time to get what they want, eh?

I wonder if they still want it?

I wonder if they are willing to wait to get it?

Sorry…just…important questions.

Or at least…I think they are important questions anyway.

 ^Hans Zimmer – Time (Inception)^

Not that we are on the path to identifying healthy via unhealthy…lets go ahead and burst the bubble so we can stop riding it. Now that we are healthy…we gotta quest to be uber-healthy. Which means that the healthy, who cannot attain the status of uber-healthy, are now right back to being the sick. The unhealthy. But…let’s also entertain the notion that a certain healthy someone CAN attain the status of uber-healthy…unfortunately…they had a slip or a fall at the gym.

BLOOPS!

The injured have cropped back up as well. Now you are mired in sick AND injured peeps once again.

WTF?!?!???!?!?!????1111 WE JUST CLEANED THIS SHIT UP!!!!!!
 ^Hank Williams Jr & Hank Williams Sr- There’s A Tear In My Beer (Excellent Quality)+(Lyrics)^

I’m rambling. Must have rambling on my mind or something.

I guess monologuing has that effect or something.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VxoXn-0Ezs

^Allman Brothers Band – Ramblin’ Man^

So anyway…yeah…um….um…um…yeah…strata in the wata or something.

I guess that I find it ironic that we dig through dirt and rock, see these layers containing untold numbers of fauna and flora, and yet we always chalk it up to rising and lowering sea levels, Moving of tectonic plates. Subduction. Migration. And…we’re right to it. These walks are not that long because of the fortunate place in which I find myself. I recognize the shoulders that I am standing on.

If we journey from terra to ice…maybe that will make the water strata a little easier. Because I’ve already suggested that there are regional forces that determine the size, shape and makeup of water, and these forces are dependent upon other regional forces, globally. Why would they not be? You’ve got two infinity zooms on that microscope or camera, but only acknowledge one. Prolly because you built the fucking thing. Infinities are scalar. Add relativity in there, and maybe your head won’t pop at that thought.

 ^YBR – Led Zeppelin – Ramble On^

 HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade, what facilitates these auxiliary channels and pathways that you are suggesting?

A: I don't fucking know what facilitates them you goddamned idiot. What the fuck kind of question is that?

If you think the past is something to leave behind, then leave the fucking thing behind. However…I’d advise that, if you are a proponent of string theory, you might wanna think about that premise. Stretchy strings snap back eventually. Better hope it isn’t loaded with stings on those strings.

(just saying)

I think the question that really wants to be asked/answered, is how do these pathways open…not, how they exist. And my thinking would lead me to believe that leaving the life element out of your equations is prolly a mistake. There is a perpetuity to life that cannot be denied. Existence of an immortal soul, or gods, or monsters, or ghosts or whatever…does not diminish this. It may augment the fuck out of it, but it certainly does not diminish it. I wonder if detraction diminishes.

Meh…fuck it…let’s say none of the above.

(heh...get it...heh heh)

Erm…anyway…uh…yeah…will. There are all kinds of them. Needs and wants are will. I wonder if they are willing?

Hmmmm....
 ^Spooky – Little Bullet (Extended Version)^

You smokers are gonna have to get used to the fact that your cigarettes DO affect non-smokers. You can stack scientific data to the fucking moon that says otherwise. So…you gotta question what you value more…the stack of papers, or people?

If I’m around cigarettes all the time, I’ll sorta get used to it. But that doesn’t stop those acute attacks of itchy eyes, itchy skin, sneezing and wheezing. Gotta keep in mind that not all smokers smoke the same brand. Add cloves, and cigars, and pipes, and pot and God knows what else to that mix, and yeah…there are gonna be exceptions to your rules. You wanna be one, right? An exception? Welp…I wanna help. And not by ignoring your plight nor hoping you get cancer or some other ailment <shudder> Just…know…that when I ask if you wouldn’t mind not sparking up just yet? Coming from me personally anyway…I’m trying to be courteous to you and me both. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. But usually I don’t care. Spark up and smoke em if you got em. 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLoUH6LN9lk

^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^

Yeah…I was raised in a smoking home. But not really. My mother is VEHEMENTLY opposed to smoking. Yeah…I on rare occasions smoke, and I currently chew tobacco. But…so fucking what? That’s my choice right? Isn’t the freedom to choose isn’t on someone’s list somewhere?

I know it is.

X: Maybe.

Cade: Thanks.

X: …

 ^Showtek – The F Track^

This roasted coffee beans/carcinogens mess is really swirling in my head. Nevermind the caffeine and nicotine bullshit, and really…fuck the cancer bullshit too. Because I keep getting pushed to the political and governmental sides of this bullshit…which means business and businesses. Speaking as someone who is allergic to just about anything and everything, I wonder what my crime is. Because…is that what we are coming to? Inventing crime because we’ve gotten bored with the “run-of-the-mill” kinds of stuff?

I relish those things that I can participate in which do not give me grief for doing so. Hell, I relish many of the things that DO give me grief for partaking of. Petting dogs and cats. Eating beans of ANY kind. (Yes, I am allergic to almost all beans including cofveve). Almost all spicy foods give me reflux. I’m allergic to all of the ingredients in beer. Interesting footnote tho…drinking beer regularly helps with my pet allergies. I guess because it keeps my histamine levels high due to the allergens in the beer, which helps better my pet allergies. Prolly some saliva/salivary and endocrine links there too, not to mention plain ol’ feeling good and not feeling sick/sickly.

 ^’Feline Good’ – Aristocats jazz/dance/funk/breakbeat remix^

Q: Do you know how to talk to people?

A: ???

Q: Do you know how to talk to a person?

A: ¿¿¿
 ^Foetus – The Only Good Christian Is A Dead Christian^

X: Do you remember what we talked about earlier in the week?

Cade: No.

0: Are you lying?

Cade: Um….no.

Z: Are you sure?

Cade: Not anymore.

Z: Why not?

Cade: No idea. Prolly a personality issue.

Z: lolz…WHAT?!?!?!?

Cade: I’m fractured.

X: Since when?

Cade: Pick one.

A: Wait…what?

Cade: Huh?

A: That wasn’t a multiple choice question.

Cade: Well…if I fractured at some point, wouldn’t that trend continue?

X: Ooohhh…a clever one we’ve got here.

Z: …

Cade: lolz…um…Z thinks otherwise.

0: They aren’t alone in that thought.

Cade: Wait…I get the temporary natures of healing.

X: Why is nature plural there.

Cade: Because of the healing processes post-healing process?

X: Well said.

T: Seconded.

0: Meh…

Cade: lolz…nice.

0: You’re welcome.

X: How many of you scars have been covered.

Cade: Um…I’m gonna take that one at face value, and say many.

X: How?

Cade: I can’t answer that. I only know that they have.

Z: Time heals all wounds.

Cade: Yeah…but what does that mean?

B: Everybody is different.

Cade: Yep.

B: Are you a fast healer?

Cade: Sometimes. But I’m also a free bleeder.

X: Bleed a lot do you?

Cade: Yep. Then it just kinda…

0: Stops.

Cade: I just know that all three surgeries I have had, all of the surgeons commented as to how badly I bled.

X: You think there is a link to scars and scarring there?

Cade: Within the capillary system? You fucking bet I do. There’s something about that interface section of the body that we like to omit and/or ignore.

Z: Think that is related to pride?

Cade: Maybe some. But not in the manner in which “The Spiritualists” like to define it.

X: Which is what?

Cade: Um…who doesn’t want to look good. And not just to the outside world.

X: Feels pretty good to feel good, eh?

Cade: I like it /shrug

A: I gave you that ability.

Cade: The ability to shrug? Fair enough. I’m still pondering the magical nature of many of these reflexes that we tend to chalk up as social faux pas or glitches.

C: They aren’t glitches?

W: And don’t get smart here.

Cade: lolz…And who the FUCK might you be?

W: …

Cade: I know that…but the reader doesn’t.

X: Answer the question.

Cade: I shudder to think about losing my gag reflex completely.

X: Why is that?

0: Yes…why is that?

Cade: One particular batch of homemade red beans, at the wrong time…

X: Fatal.

Cade: I can only chalk it up to not being able to piss.

0: Kinda…timely and pertinent when your bladder is on the verge of exploding, but the pipes ain’t working…is that it?

Cade: Something like that. But then again…my throat is kinda…void.

X: I wouldn’t say that.

Cade: lolz…welp…you’d be right…but the doctors would disagree.

Z: What was it that one doctor said?

Cade: Unusual musculature of the mouth and throat.

X: And what did that make you think of?

Cade: The movie Blade.

X: I knew it…a blood sucking vampire.

Cade: lolz…busted. Wait…garlic and mirrors or crosses or holy water couldn’t have saved you some time there?

X: They aren’t always conclusive.

Cade: Fucking ROFL!!!

X: 😉

0: Catch yourself there tiger. Let the laughing fit the reader isn’t seeing pass…then get going again.

Cade: K. THX.

0: np

Cade: So…if I have this correctly…

Z: Fat chance…but go ahead…

Cade:  Yeah..um…because I have weird musculature in my mouth and throat…

X: Yeah…that premise kinda died on the vine. Time to move on.

Cade: k…that was pretty fucking funny tho.

Z: We aim to please.

Cade: 🙂

X: …

 ^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^

X: Water.

Cade: Noted.

We dig through all kinds of layer after layer of various minerals and elements of all kinds, and yet relegate the oceans and bodies of water to layers of whale shit, fish piss, nutrients moving to feed a algae bloom via currents, but it’s still water…and just and only water. Not to mention the relegation of ice and snow at the polar caps to reflectors, and not thinking about them more in terms of capacitors and facilitators of heat transference and other energies.

Yeah…heat…not cold. Cold drives heat, and heat drives cold. I think there’s something there to crystals and salt and stuff…but whatever. No wonder your models of ice ages are so fucked up. Ever considered a pole that is still circular, but more banded? Take a gander at Saturn or Jupiter, and maybe that’ll help.

Fuck it…if you’re gonna look for life everywhere else in our solar system and elsewhere, all while ignoring the life that is here on Earth/Terra, how are you looking at that shit? Using the same systems specifically designed by people to take care of people? Fuck that noise. No fucking wonder there is a rush to commercialize space travel and shitcan research funded by government. Yeah…it sucks to get cut off at the knees. But let’s not travel this road again…k?

What am I saying…of course we are gonna travel it.

Unless we don't.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaCddFHubrg

 ^Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel – I’ll Meet You in Poland Baby^

Cade: I dunno…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is about thinking that water is more globular than we give it credit for.

X: Continue…

Cade: Shut the fuck up.

X: OK then.

Cade: Clustering and clabbering, and not just wads of fish piss and fish shit.

X: But that too?

Cade: Watching Tooni Mahto look for otoliths in sea lion shit reveals much more than simply certain sea lions are fishing at deeper depths.

X: Which is…

Cade: What gets used and where, and what does not get used and where.

X: Lotta time to think about there.

Cade: Especially on the molecular levels as they pertain to the macro.

0: Wait…what?!?!?! What the fuck does that mean?

Cade: I dunno. Connections I guess.

0: Wait wait wait wait a minute there…are you suggesting that certain piles of sea lion scat may someday solidify and petrify…simply as a marker?

Cade: Sure…why not. Hells bells…the law of averages is prolly gonna be able to confirm that.

Z: But…what about subduction?

Cade: Where it happens? Or where it doesn’t happen?

Z: Nice. Well played.

Cade: …

Z: More ancient than you even want to think about…eh?

Cade: Something like that.

A: …

Cade: My thinking exactly.

X: Well…not exactly…but we’ll let it slide this time.

Cade: Dismissal of a system that is used to arrive at a location seems kinda…um…I don’t know.

X: Dismissive?

T: I think I know what he’s thinking here.

Cade: Thanks.

T: 🙂

Z: …

 ^Thatcher On Acid -Outwardly We’re Lying Inwardly Were Crying^

cYa | cFa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxljhrmES2g

 ^Foetus – Slung^

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*What do you know, Clicky, I too have seen Birdman and read The Mark… /lights umpteenth fag… All of it 😉 *

*Song time? Okay, hit it…*

 

 

Post Election Shambles

Well, that went well…

Thoughtful Man and I stayed up all night to watch the Election results. We had popcorn…

Dear Reader, if you are unaware of how the night unfolded…

*Clicky, if you wouldn’t mind… /draws on cigarette…*

*Nice! Drawing Dear Reader a picture …/pats snout…*

Highlights for me included, ‘plain‘ Jane Ellison getting the boot…

*No, Clicky… SWEET!… /blows out smoke ring… I worked under her at John Lewis… /picks at nail… You would have thought she’d have had more of an ear for the valid concerns of retailers…*

… As well as children’s Liar in Chief, Nick Clegg, who actually equated lifting the smoking ban to reintroducing the death penalty…

*Talk about getting slung out on your tin ear, Clicky…*

…And finally, the removal of that stubborn slick stain, Alex Salmond…

*/takes biscuit… And the generally good job the Scots did on pruning back the Scottish Nannying Party, Clicky… /eats biscuit…*

I did feel a little sadness for the total demolition job done on UKIP…

*/shrugs… Having got the Brexit result they wanted, against the odds I might add, who’s terrible idea was it to jettison their one remaining USP, eh Clicky?*

*Yeah, I’ve had quite enough of that… *

Hopefully, we’ll have a new missive from Cade over the weekend, Dear Reader. But until then… Have a Song…

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Tales of Tooth

Social media has gone mad for a picture of a hare with a cigarette in its mouth taken at Dublin Airport on Sunday.

Dear Reader, I saw the photo of the smoking leporid on Twitter this morning…

… However, all is not what it seems…

But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.

They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”

https://youtu.be/–6JC8talKg

… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…

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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...

I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.

Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.

The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.

The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.

There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.

I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.

Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.

As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.

Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.

I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.

I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.

Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.

(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)

cYa | cFa

^Gnarls Barkley – Crazy^

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*Any luck finding that video on YouTube, Clicky?*

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*Aw never mind… /pats snout…*

Now, Cade and the hockey fan, Kitty, both live in Texas and today there was another story about a kerfuffle in Texas with ICE…

Texas Democrat Threatens To Kill Republican On Legislative Floor After He Called ICE On Protesting Illegal Immigrants.

*Goodbye? Already? What no Song, Clicky?*