Missive From ‘Merica: Mind? Yours? Innit!

The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive, Dear Reader, and… It’s a bit of a monster…

Five Fag Missive

*Oh it’s at least five fagger, Clicky… At least… /lights up…*

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Good Morning.

Good Afternoon.

Good Evening.

Good Night.

Howdy.

It’s 11:42 AM on Monday May 15th of 2017.

I don’t feel like writing…but I’m gonna.

And seeing as how I am in a traveling mood…

…let’s start off with a 3 minute and 57 second video of a camera on the nose gear of a 747.

^BOEING 747-200F GEAR CAMERA ” BELLY OF THE BEAST ” ( AROUND THE WORLD)^

Things happen fast when you are low and slow.

Things happen even faster when you are low and fast.

(Some great warbirds feature in the vid below for anyone who is into that kind of thing)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjkeL6efliE

^Extreme Low Pass | Epic High Speed Pass | Very Low Passes compilation^

I seriously have nothing on my mind. Not a goddamn thing. Cept for the fact that my legs and back are wobbly as fuck…and my knees and feet feel as if they have been slathered with superglue that has long since dried…making walking a difficult and tricky proposition. That said, I walked outside yesterday morning to get some fresh air, and no sooner had I opened the door and began to transverse its door frame, something immediately occurred to me…

Summer Is Here.

Yep. Summer has arrived in North Texas. The combination of the feel of the air and the look of the sky combined to make me and the rest of me come to the conclusion that the sun has reached a point in the sky that has caused anyone that lives in this area to begin to think about July and August…usually, our hottest months.

Seeing as how we are only two weeks into May, the official start of summer is over a month away, and we haven’t gotten many storms and certainly no big storms, I can’t help but wonder when the water restrictions signs will start going up. They’ve pretty much to the point where “the buffers” now have buffers of their own, and even those buffer buffers are subject to interpretation by whoever is currently calling the shots. God only knows how many “shot callers” are bending the ones who call the shots’ ears, and the what’s and why’s as to their reasoning.

Dunno whether that is influence, undue influence, corruption, or just a plain old need and/or interest…but it’s interesting to think about. I mean hey…as long as your needs get met…who cares right?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_knpR7CoUs

^Ed Bruce – It’s All In Your Mind^

As I started writing this here currently current whatever…I got a pop-up on my computer. I wanted to add a screenshot of it, but I can’t find a host.

The popup was from my ZoneAlarm firewall software, and it was urging me to upgrade due to something call “Wannacry”…which I assume is the malware/virus/trojan/whatever that is getting all the press over the last few days. ZoneAlarm is the only piece of “security software” that I really run on my computer. I mean, I also have SpyBot Search & Destroy…but I rarely use it. Last time I ran it, it had been like 437 days since I last ran it…so yeah…”security” and/or “computer security” is not of great concern to me.

Anyone stupid enough to risk prison over hacking this piece of shit computer? Yeah…yer a dumbass. There ain’t nothing on it worth stealing, it’s an old computer running outdated software (Windows Vista) and if anyone wanted to break into this crappy shitbox, they prolly could with ease. I mean sure, there’s crap on here that I would miss if someone decided to arbitrarily h4X0r my ass…but what am I gonna do? Beg? Plead?

“Please Mr. h4X0r Man or Ms. h4X0r Woman! Please don’t h4X0riZ3 my computar machine!!!”

Go fuck yourself.

You “wanna fuck my shit up” just because you can? Eat shit and die.

^Love & Rockets – All in My Mind^

Speaking of money and/or too much and/or too little…I notice that there was a Tweet regarding a £70k rock in some hospital in England, and a lot of banter about where the money came from to purchase said rock.

Q: I wonder who made that rock?

A: ?¿?

Q: I wonder who made that rock…rock?

A: ¿?¿

I saw a picture of the rock in question, and I gotta say…that rock? It ROCKS!!! Or at least…it looks like it does. That said…I have to question the placement of that rock, as it appears to be on an elevated section of the hospital near a guardrail of some kind.

I mean…couldn’t small children or midgets or dwarves or those otherwise vertically challenged…not stand atop that rock and jump over the guardrail? Hospitals always have crazy people in them who are just looking for a place to die…so…yeah…why help them out? Never mind the fact that I have to question how much that rock weighs and the load-bearing stresses on the flooring over time. I mean…do we monitor vibration in buildings? Do we monitor vibration(s) in buildings all the time? All the time over time? All the times over time?

Meh…who needs excuses.

You only need one.

Something about a camel and its back prolly goes here.

^Barry Obzee – All In Your Mind^

Yeah…I bet whoever made that rock is a crafty motherfucker. I can imagine being able to look at a single atom within that rock from billions of years ago, and looking forward through time, to the time that a bunch of chuckleheads would start bitching about money for computers based on the events surrounding, and up to this atom that is now in this rock that is sitting in some hospital, and the journey and journeys that this atom took to get there.

Not that I think that all atoms are “numbered” in the way and ways that some would like to number them…but yeah…just that…all atoms are numbered. It’s just that they are numbered at little bit differently than we typically think of numbers and numbering, because we as humans tend to include so we can omit.

EX: You’ve seen one vagina, you’ve seen em’ all.

What horseshit.

That “vagina” is attached to “a vulva” and some other pieces and parts in that locale…up to, and including, the woman that owns it.

Suddenly…everything is one to one.

Yep…lotta ones in there.

^Clarence Carter – It’s All in Your Mind^

Wait. Wait. WAIT!!!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!!

We have a question via The Whatever However HOTLINE!!!

Q: Cade, how is it that you propose that “atoms are numbered” outside of the numbers and numbering defined in The Periodic Table?

A: GREAT QUESTION!!!

And therein, lies the answer. All you have to do? Look at that Periodic Table. Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and when.

I was going to put “Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and how” instead of “when”…but as I got to thinking about it, this action/reaction/non-action/non-reaction bullshit is all about time…not matter itself. If one element chooses not to react well with another element, that’s still a reaction. It just may not be the reaction that you are looking for.

I think that once “Science” begins to drop some of its pretenses about matter, “Science” will be able to better add time more efficiently in its efforts…whatever those efforts may be. However, the more that “Science” leave its gadgetry out after including it in? Yeah…the more confused and confusing things are going to get.

Q: Cade, what do you mean “gadgetry”…and what do you mean by “leaving it out after including it in.”

A: Its pretty simple as far as I can tell. You build something to generate fields, and that's what you get.

However, when you leave the mechanisms and mechanics of “the fields that were already there” that are nested in “the fields generated”, yeah…stacking and layering that exists, and will always exists, even when you attempt to limit and/or minimize this effect/these effects.

Why?…you might ask

Time…yer leaving it out again.

^Iron Maiden – All In Your Mind^

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RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!! RAWR!!!

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From today’s featured article…

The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction – a U.S. fantasy and science fiction magazine first published in 1949 by Fantasy House, a subsidiary of Lawrence Spivak’s Mercury Press.

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Francis D’Britto – a Catholic priest, writer, and environmental activist from Vasai, Mumbai. He is the author of the Subodh Bible, a translation of the Bible to Marathi.

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Institute of Highway Engineers – the professional institution for practitioners in highway and traffic engineering offering Engineering Council registration and professional development support.

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1927 in association football – The following are the football (soccer) events of the year 1927 throughout the world.

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Poimapper – field data collection, sharing and analysing software.

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Stella Maris Airport – an airport located near Stella Maris, on Long Island in The Bahamas.

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Mbarara Northern Bypass Road – a road that bypasses the northern part of Mbarara City.

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French cutter Espion (1781) – launched in 1781. The British captured her and took her into the Royal Navy as HMS Espion. The Navy sold her in 1783.

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Wilhelm Henie – a Norwegian sportsman and furrier. He was track cycling World Champion in 1894, and competed at the European Speed Skating Championships in 1896.

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Afghan cricket team in Pakistan in 2013 – visited Pakistan from 6 to 13 February 2013 and played a series of limited-overs matches against the Pakistan A team and some regional sides.

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Solomon Nightengale House – a historic house at 429 Granite Street in Quincy, Massachusetts. The 1-1/2 story Cape style house was built c. 1820 by Solomon Nightengale, whose family had owned the land since the 18th century.

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Princess Ragnhild Coast – the portion of the coast of Queen Maud Land in Antarctica lying between 20° E and the Riiser-Larsen Peninsula, at 34° E. All but the eastern end of the coast is fringed by ice shelves.

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Four Holy Cities – the collective term in Jewish tradition applied to the cities of Jerusalem, Hebron, Safed and, later, Tiberias, the four main centers of Jewish life after the Ottoman conquest of Israel.

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Neal Du Brock – directed the world-premieres of many important plays including Edward Albee’s Box (play) and Lanford Wilson’s Lemon Sky (starring Christopher Walken and Charles Durning). He worked for many years at the Studio Theater and Studio Arena Theater in Buffalo, New York.

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Robot Communications – a Japanese independent animation and visual effects studio founded on June 3, 1986, and based in Tokyo. It won the 2008 Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film for La Maison en Petits Cubes.

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Combination classification in the Tour de France – the jersey in the Tour de France worn by the leader of the combination classification.

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I bet I could win the Tour de France if I had a bicycle. I’d prolly win last place, but yeah…I could prolly also win first place. I mean…if you have a right to be there, you have as much chance as anyone at winning, right? I wonder how one goes about getting on the list to compete in The Tour de France? Prolly has entry fee. That includes me out.

Actually, I have a bicycle. Two even. They both have flat tires tho.

^Mariah Carey All In Your Mind Live Acapella HD SNL 1990^

I guess if you think of particles in a chain, or particles in a chain or chains, that’ll help. But just keep in mind that numbers are going to go from very small, to mind-bendingly huge, real fucking quick. That’s why I use a -1/0/1 base…it helps to keep my head from folding when thinking about the number and numbers in these chains. Zero (0) helps us avoid zero (0)…if that makes any sense.

Think of it like this…as we approach zero (0), there is little difference between 0 and ∞ on either end.

Meaning: “the nothing” on one end, and “the everything” on the other.

They are both everything. It’s just that one is “everything something”…and the other is “everything nothing.”

Make sense? Good. Let’s continue.

We avoid zero (0) for a reason. Reasons, even. This is where our “flips” are going to happen.

This way here...that way there.

But you also have to keep in mind that at some point and points, we are going to see zero (0) again, even when traveling through “everything something.”

If you think of weavers and weaving, and rings… Yeah…lots of weaving and flipping.

The difference is, that sometimes a thread or string may return to its point of origin, and sometimes not.

Keep time and times in mind here, and this concept may not seem so strange, foreign, incredulous or impossible.

Add stings to the strings…and you’re ready for loops.

Just remember to wet the thread before threading the needle.

Friction...is all.

Keep your “infinity” at both ends of the -1/0/1 set, and you’ll never forget that all in the set are both infinities AND infinite. But yeah…you’ll forget. But then you’ll remember you forgot.

^Chris Miles – All In Your Mind (Prod Blended Babies)^

Q: Dude…so what are you saying about zero (0), and more specifically, what are you saying about “nothing”…or at least, “the concept of nothing.”

A: Everything. The everything that is nothing, and the nothing that is everything...BOTH...at the same time.

Think of it like this.

Everything = Everything. (-1 and/or 1)

Zero = Anything.

The machine that makes the machine.

A system, within a system and system of systems…whose sole purpose, is creation, retention, preservation and reorganization. It’s really not that difficult of a concept to understand. Explaining it on a Universal scare tho, yeah…difficult.

I can see it, and if I took the time to learn the math I could prolly explain it using that method…but I’m not gonna. Math and maths and mathematics alone are too narrow and limiting. One might even begin to think that mathematics might be the exclusive province of “The Realm of Zero”…but that’s not the case. It may be “a” case…but not “the” case. You have to keep in mind that IN = OUT is not always true, and sometimes never true. You are painting with entirely too broad a brush. Seeking perfection via imperfection is like stumbling over diamonds to get to gold.

Perfect + Imperfect = Perfection.

There's a verby kind of action to that verbiage.

^Snowgoons – “All in Your Mind” feat. Viro The Virus [Official Audio]^

I’ve mentioned that my father was a mechanic. He was a race car driver and mechanic, but he worked on industrial sewing machines as his trade. He had rough hands. VERY rough hands. Hands that were akin to a baseball catcher’s mitt, that are made out of some metallic/carbon fiber material that fell to Earth from outer space. His hands were constantly covered in chemicals, and greases, and oils, and cleaners, and all kinds of crazy shit…and yet, it was as if his hands were made of iron. Never mind that the motherfucker was 6′ 1″ @ 240 lbs, had a really bad disposition, and could bench press a truck. I guess that “day to day” of working with tools and metals and injuries and all that shit takes its toll.

FYI…his hands were not “leathery” nor “calloused” in the usual manner in which we think of the hands of working people…they were more like iron. He used to tempt me into “trying to hurt him”…all the while, taunting me with “you can’t hurt steel.”

Q: If you wear shoes all day, every day, what effect does that have on the epidermis of the feet?

A: ???

Q: What about the shoes + socks and/or hosiery?

A: ?

Yeah…the shoes that I currently wear (when I wear shoes) are kinda different. They have no arches built-in to the insole, therefore, my feet and their arches have to do the work. The manner in which I lace the shoes also helps, as it puts the pressure on the shoelace eyes, instead of the center of the top of my foot where the laces cross. Not that I have any experience with massive callouses on my feet or anything…but sitting at a desk all day wearing laced shoes or tight fitting shoes under the additional circumstance of having circulation to my hips legs and feet cut-off or reduced for 6-8 hours or more per day? Yeah…I think there might be some connection there with some issues that some might have, and being “erogonomically aware” might just have the effect of “economic viability” as well.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6XiO0o2R7M

^Beck – It’s All in Your Mind^

I shudder to think about a woman’s legs, simply because they shave them. That is…assuming that they do shave them. I wonder if businesses expect women to shave their legs and/or arm pits?

I digress.

Anyway…yeah…even tho I am very hairy, and even tho I don’t shave my legs/never have shaved my legs, my legs had gotten to the point to where they had very little hair on them at all. Not that I was required to wear pants, nor even that these pants rubbing on my legs daily caused the hair loss. I am in proximity to power lines most of the time, and regularly smoke crack when I am not shooting heroin…so its prolly that and not the pants.

I digress again.

The hair on my feet? It ain’t there no more. Well…there are some small patches of hair here and there that make my feet appear as if I spend time tiptoeing through nuclear waste or toxic chemicals of some kind…but it’s strange that where there was once hair…it’s no longer there. Thinking about the sensory input provided to us via hair…I guess I don’t need it anymore.

Anyway…legs….that are shaved…daily…there’s GOT to be a better way.

And I sure as SHIT ain’t thinking lasers nor laser hair-removal.

Not that I am telling you what to do or not to do…just…thinking out loud.

^Moog – All In Your Mind^

I gotta give some mad props here to K-Swiss for a type of shoe they make call “Tubes.” I dunno if they make them anymore, but these shoes saved my feet. The lightest and most airy/breathable shoe I have ever worn, and the spongy action of the tubes in the sole helped teach me how to walk again. I tried to look them up on their website, but I couldn’t find the particular kind that I used to wear. But that’s them in the picture above. They make you think about your legs more than your feet. Almost as if to say “if the legs do what they are supposed to, it’s easier to figure out what the feet are doing and how they are doing it.”

The Converse All-Stars that I wear help much in the same regard. Except to me, the Converse help you to think about both your feet AND your legs, and what they are doing as it relates to your back and shoulders. We tend to ignore the upper-back and REALLY fucking ignore the shoulders. Being an asthmatic helps me think about those things. Especially when you are having an asthma attack, and it feels like every muscle in your body is working in unison to help you take that breath and/or exhale it.

Ya rly.

Sounds nutty…but so is Asthma.

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

^STRAY / All in Your Mind^

If information within the body is having difficulty getting to where it needs to go…

Q: Does the body adapt?

A: ???

Can it adapt…might be a better question. But not really. I mean, we know that the body can adapt, but what is the result of that adaptation? Does this mean that the body “is adapted?” Or does this mean the body “has adapted?” How about “a body?” Does this change in verbiage mean anything to anybody? 😉

Oh…and while we are thinking about it…”what about “coping?”

There are many things in life that make sense. But that doesn’t mean that things will turn out as you have planned it according to “making sense.” Such as, punching a steel plate for hours on end each and every day, with the hopes of making your fist stronger/harder.

Pan Qingfu

Just keep in mind that there was and is, a lot more going on there in that someone’s life, than simply “punching stuff.”

^The Partridge Family – It’s all in your Mind^

We are limited does not mean that we have limits.

We have limits does not mean that we are limited.

Put those in whatever order you prefer, then mix and match at will. If you live your life by one creedo or one rule, or one rule set or one set of rule sets…erm…doesn’t that kinda…limit you?

Welp, the short answer is both yes and no. Mainly because, I don’t live in your skin nor do I want to. Neither do you live in mine, so now we come to edifice(s) and standard(s). Which means we gotta progress to and through application and applications. Are we doing that? Are we doing that properly? Yeah…I dunno either.

If this were a popularity contest, you wouldn’t be reading this right now because I wouldn’t have written it. I’ve never been popular and I never will be popular, and I, as a person and individual, am OK with that. But there is also nothing wrong with popularity. Popular people are typically popular for a reason. The most prominent being…you made them that way. So what’s your beef with popular people? Oh…when they become “too popular?” Describing description is stupid. Beyond description maybe. I dunno…give it a whirl. Maybe you’ll come up with something groundbreaking or earthshaking or whatever.

^Douala – It’s All In Your Mind [BLORP]^

We interrupt this themed song sequence to bring you a video of airplanes sliding around on ice.

^Plane sliding on ice | Aircraft skiddin on ice^

So the other day, Whatshername casually mentions that she thinks that she has found a den of human trafficking nearby. The logic being, that her sister went into this particular shop, and “the people were creepy.” She went on to say that she was SURE that there were people tied up in the back of this shop…and yes, she was serious. So I guess that her and her sister have started their own private investigation into the goings on at this shop, irrespective of the business that transpires there daily, which they appear to believe “is just a front.”

I asked her why she didn’t call the cops if she felt that strongly about it, but she mumbled something about our children and basically changed the subject. I guess I don’t understand. I didn’t press her about it, but I made damn sure that she knew that I was not happy with her accosting me regarding my thoughts and opinions on her and her sister’s crusade. Not like she knew that I would be a good “devil’s advocate” on the part and portion of all involved, but no matter how much I pleaded with her to leave me the fuck out of it because I don’t share her paranoid view of “the world”…she pressed me.

I cannot help but think about “false accusations” and the damage that they can cause, nor can I not help but think about my experiences working within The US Customs Service and a lot of the shit that I saw go on there, all in the name of security, rules, regulations, and the strict adherence to the following of these.

Lotta damage, damages and damaging there.

😦

^George Decker – All In Your mind^

I asked her “what if you’re wrong?”

She did not like that ONE BIT.

But then again, she’s been reading all of these detective novels lately, and she is constantly trying to solve mysteries. Just keep in mind that she reads the last page of a novel first so that she’ll know what happens.

(There is not a "roll eyes" smiley big enough, nor descriptive enough, to go right here.)

Yes or no…she wants to know.

Not that I blame her. Bad stuff is bad. But when I took it even further and asked her if she’d ever heard of something called “The Underground Railroad”, yeah…she REALLY fucking hated that. Never mind that I hated being included in a conversation that I didn’t want to be in.

I don’t understand why someone would want to talk to me, if they didn’t want to hear what I have to say.

^New York Express “It’s All In Your Mind”^

That’s the problem with mysteries tho.

A) What if the mystery has already been solved?

B) What if there is no mystery to be solved?

I cannot help but glance over at the stack of divorce papers that is sitting to my right.

Is “what went wrong” important?

Or is it more of a matter of “it went wrong” that matters?

Prolly both.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz5r2NkBfQI

^Bam Boo- It’s All In Your Mind (THIS MIX)^

I’m gonna stack up four songs here if that’s OK with you.

^Echo & The Bunnymen – All In Your Mind^

^The Movement – It’s All In Your Mind – From The “Outrage! EP”^

^Swing Out Sister- All in your Mind^

And now I’m gonna interrupt that 4 song spree, and just doo 3.

Not that I am suggesting that “holding your bowels” while at work is going to cause you issues. But what if it does? One of the first things that my last GI doctor asked me was…

Doctor: Are you an intense person? As in very meticulous and detail oriented? You know…anal?

Whashername: Yep

Yeah, Whatshername was there for that visit, and she didn’t hesitate in answering for me. But as the doctor explained, the bowel can and will draw up into the body sometimes. Seeing that I had already explained to her that I had previously had my esophageal sphincter medically stretched twice previously, I think the doctor was under the impression that there were some motility issues within my gut amongst the smooth muscle tissue(s), especially when you factor in my navel hernia repair and my back/spine/neck issues.

Sitting in a chair, only to stretch out for a short period, only to return to the same chair for another length of time…yeah…I think there are some issues there. And don’t give me this “THIS IS THE WAY MY FATHER RAN THIS COMPANY, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM!!!” crap.

Q: Where are they now?

A: Dead? Dying?

I guess maybe their processes and procedures didn’t work so well for them afterall, eh?

^THE SOUL SEARCHERS It’s All In Your Mind^

It’s not that I don’t ponder where things went wrong. I do. But I also don’t limit nor attribute “what went wrong” to just one thing. I don’t think that I am alone in this thinking, I’m just alone in my particular situation. I guess that’s why I try to do as much as I can myself. It makes working on and within a team MUCH easier. Know your part and parts, and you’ll find your strengths and weaknesses. They prolly knew you before you knew them anyway, so yeah…give credit where credit is due. Even if that “who is due” is you. That’s a toughie outside of your own head. But, it is your head. It may even be attached to the rest of you. Maybe not. I don’t wanna judge if you have a detachable head.

^Vanilla Fudge “All In Your Mind”^

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Not to try and break “the music vibe” here…but…the following video came up, and since it’s kinda new-ish, and appears to be made by young people afraid of disease and diseases, it interested me. Not that I have been diagnosed with a mental illness or anything, and not that I am “OK” with that diagnosis or anything, but I am interested in others’ opinions on similar and same “conditions”…how people view these conditions…and what the real point in diagnosing anyone with anything really does for…erm…whoever it does something for.

Yeah…the vid has kinda gotten me to thinking about a cousin that I recently “lost”…and her battle with Leukemia/struggles that she endured. But thinking about a movie that I re-watched last night really gets me to thinking about what in the FUCK we think we are doing sometimes. But…watch the vid below, and I’ll chit chat about the movie in the next paragraph.

^All In Your Mind – A Short Film About Schizophrenia (AAHSFF 2016 Official Selection)^

The movie I re-watched last night is called “Watchmen.” I’ve seen it many times, but it’s one of those movies that never gets old for me. Granted, it’s a fairly recent movie, but I think it one of the best “Superhero” movies out there. Anyway, the bottom line in the film, as I see it anyway, is people and the things that we do. The things that we grab onto, or the things that grab onto us, that ultimately encourages us and drives us to do what we do.

“The Right Way” or “The Correct Way” is always the same way in each and every case. Now it just boils down to the methodology of how we employ this thought and these thoughts. Goals? Not always. Prolly less than we think. Where most see goals, I personally see milestones at best. Reach a finish-line…here, only to seek another starting line…there. I can think of no other reason for achieving nor achievement, than continuance…continuing. And maybe that’s where we sometimes get it wrong and/or right. We are only one person afterall. And the individual must be important…otherwise, we wouldn’t exist nor would the concepts of the individual and individuality exist.

Yep…YOU!

U...are important.

❤

^The Standells: It’s all in your mind^

Jesus…in that previous paragraph’s ending, I bet I sounded like someone standing in front of a mirror giving themselves a pep talk eh? But that was/is not my intent.

I hate talking to myself like that, primarily because I don’t need such pep talks. I certainly did when I was younger and completely convinced that my life was already over before it had even begun. But I dropped all that shit (for the most part anyway) between the ages of 18-21. I stopped looking into the mirror, stopped allowing photographs to be taken of me/avoided cameras, and even when I did need look into a mirror…I avoided looking into my own eyes. I still avoid looking into my own eyes. I don’t need to look in there. I know what’s in there….and no one can tell me otherwise. Yeah…someone might be able to point out something that I’ve forgotten about…but don’t tell me what I can and/or will do with that experience…nor what I will or will not, or may or may not, do with that experience. And I guess that’s really pretty much the only choice we have in life…choices.

What we do…with what we have.

Our only choice…is choices.

Go make some.

Or not.

Whatever.

^All in Your Mind – FINAL STATE (C’est la vie album)^

As I’ve been writing this particular whatever, it seems that Roob has banging out a whatever of her own. My initial impulse is to say that her article is “scathing”…and it is. But the manner in which she tempers her thoughts and her thinking is impressive. Especially as this relates to how she expresses this process in text.

Anyway…there was a video where I had to suspend disbelief for a bit, because I was thinking that “this has to be some kind of joke or spoof or something”…with respect to labeling that some group or groups wants to put on “junk food”.

Um…not everyone has loads of money to eat what you eat sir and/or madam. And as someone who was a vegetarian for a coupla years? Yeah…vegetarianism is motherfucking EXPENSIVE!!! Takes a great deal of time to prepare as well. Not that I mind, since I cook and LOVE to cook…but since when do you care about that? Are you gonna tell me what kind of cookware to use? Are you gonna tell me not to use cookware at all? Are you gonna dictate when/what time I eat at home like you do for me at work? Are you gonna come monitor me and make sure that all standards are adhered to, and punish me when I don’t?

Q: Who is monitoring you?

A: That right...you.

Stop trying to create work for others via your own waistline shortcomings, and we can work on ignoring each other just fine thank you very much.

^J-City – All In Your Mind ft. Lil Cri^

But seriously, I’ve seen the clever quips on Twitter about “the trading card aspect” of the cigarette packaging. But keep one thing in mind as this back and forth progresses. Those are real people in those pictures. Real people with real lives, irrespective of how you judge and jury those people and how they have chosen to live their lives. Especially when you’ve narrowed it down to one or two things. If you’ve gotten that narrow in your focus? Yep…you are prolly MILES from wherever your goals lay. You don’t protect someone by smashing the fuck out of them, nor anyone else for that matter. If you wanna lead by example? Then lead by example, fuckface.

EX: You are a non-smoker and anti-smoking advocate. You decide to start power lifting. You find that you are so good at it, that you decide to start competing. You start to compete, and do fairly well, but you find that you do not have an edge that the other lifters seem to have. You find that you are winded easily, even tho your medical stats show that you should be able to do this/these anaerobic activities with ease. Another power lifter suggests that you start smoking.

GASP!!! ARGH!!! SHUDDER!!!! SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?

Power lifters who smoke to better their performance?!?!?!?!

Yep.

Bye bye power lifting career.

Or…you can start smoking.

!!!Heh... heh ...heH!!!

^Mendo & Yvan Genkins – Its All In Your Mind^

I was just informed via Merovee, that I may have something to offer a discussion regarding the technical aspects of “AI” in regards to some comments made by Vladimir Putin regarding hacking tools and/or computer viruses. I’m in the big middle of this here whatever, and didn’t want to change gears and write some big wall of text over at Frank’s, so I said that I’d think about it and put some thoughts here. Not that what I said over at Merovee didn’t succinctly sum up my feelings on the matter, because it did.

But that’s just it. You put up these imaginary walls that are anything but imaginary, and expect them to somehow become something that they are not. They are what they are…but the intent and intentions behind these walls and their construction? I mean…you cannot expect to perpetuate an idea like that forever, as you have NO FUCKING CLUE who is going to follow in your stead when you have moved on. They aren’t you, and you cannot make them you. The more you try to make them like you, the more distant and non-alike the both of you become. Was Leonid Brezhnev identical to Nikita Khrushchev? Was Nikita Khrushchev identical to Joseph Stalin? Is Vladimir Putin identical to Boris Yeltsin? Nope. They just belonged to some of the same groups.

Similar <> Same

^Jack Teagarden – It’s All In Your Mind^

If you wanna transverse the atomic and subatomic barriers that I believe exist in a realm and realms of information that so exceeds what we believe is possible or even probable…I’ll do it. But my thoughts on information is rather radical compared to the standard model of computing as we know it today with your basic 8086 architecture, or even before and beyond that.

One of the biggies in my life, lies in the musical transition from analog to digital in the realm of amplifiers going from tube to solid state. Especially today with amplifier and effects modeling. The argument being, that one is better than the other. And they are right. But the question remains, which one is right and for who.

Sorry, but I ain’t got $3,000 to $4,000 to spend on a vacuum-tube amp, nor the $800-$1,000 or more to change the tubes if I don’t like the sound. I may, however, have the money to spend $500 on a solid-state amplifier that sounds just as good for what I need it to do. I ain’t gonna be opening for Deadmau5 any time soon, and I sure as shit ain’t gonna be headlining this year’s Lollapalooza. So…why in the FUCK do I need some amplifier “just because it’s the best of the best according to the best guitarists in the world!!!”

I mean…if you can afford it…knock yourself out. I’m a big believer in quality, and I prolly use many of the same brands that you do, and there is a reason and reasons for that.

But I digress.

^The Mangrooves – All In Your Mind^

I simply think, that what we are seeing within the computing world as it stands, is that we’ve hopped from analog to digital, and are now returning to analog to see what we’ve missed.

Welp…what does your machinery tell you? I mean, that’s where the problem(s), if any, truly lay. In my estimation, there is no separation between particle and wave. Meaning: There is no separation between analog and digital, except when and where separated. That was your intent…right? You wanted either analog or digital, you figured out how to do it…what’s the problem? OH! Something is missing?

Again…wasn’t that the point? A filter and filtering that resulted in a filter? Sooner or later you’re gonna realize that the practical applications within the scope of The Universe? Yeah…they aren’t that fucking practical…and yet…they are practically every-fucking-where. All kinds of practical applications for practically anything and everything.

Q: Who have you omitted?

A: Is the answer...you?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xdh26kOQg58

^Fat Jon – All In Your Mind^

Yeah…there’s all kinds of “digital” stuff going on in the head and body. But I don’t think those pathways are active in the ways and means in which some might wish to traverse them. Not that I am correct, but think about that like this…if you wish to “get inside someone’s head” in order to know what they are thinking…

Q: Did you ask?

A: Yes.

Q: Didn’t like the answer, eh?

A: No.

Welp…while you are chewing on that…chew on this…

Q: How much of your life and your life’s resources are you willing to spend trying to get into someone else’s head, irrespective of the reason(s) and/or your reasoning?

A: ???

Yeah. You might wanna think that one through. Especially when you realize that even a one way street is both ways under the right circumstances. I mean…you want to be in someone else’s head/someone else’s private space right? Are you taking steps to make sure that no one gets into your head/your private space?

See how complicated this just got? So I got one last question for ya while you are chewing on all of that…

Q: Are you concerned about “mental health issues?”

A: ???

Yep…you might wanna chew on that one for a while. Someone starts hearing voices that are emanating from God knows who or where? Kinda…scary.

^Chimney Choir – all in your mind^

Q: How many “mental health issues” does a dead body have?

A: Is the answer...one?

Q: How many “health problems” does a dead body have?

A: Is the answer...none?

Q: How many problems do the live bodies surrounding a dead body have?

A: Is this question even answerable?

Private Joker: “The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.”

Movie = Full Metal Jacket

^Blind Iris – All in Your Mind (Lyrics/HQ sound)^

Yep…this turned into a long one. It’s now 18:43, and I’ve been writing it on and off all day. In between rounds of Plants vs. Zombies on the X-Box anyway…heh heh.

But I haven’t jerked off yet today. And although that activity may seem vulgar, and my talking about it may seem crass, it IS a function of the body is it not? Isn’t there a scientific principle that espouses “use it or lose it?” And isn’t that scientific principle nested within the concepts of evolution, adaptability, mutation and change and changes and a bunch of other shit?

I mean yeah…I’m certainly not going to be getting laid any time soon, assuming that I ever get laid again in the entirety of the remainder of my life. But she doesn’t know that I think like that. Whoever she is, if she’s out there, she is gonna expect me to fuck like a champion on the very first try. I may not get another chance if I don’t. But then again, maybe she’d be understanding to my plight and personal situation. Not like the first time having sex with someone is, or can be, awkward or anything.

I have no idea what I'm trying to say here.

^Dennis Yost & Classic IV – All in your mind^

So yeah…basically? Artificial Intelligence…there is nothing artificial about it.

That is, unless you, as the designer, are one of those fake people who do stuff just so people will like you. In which case, yeah…there might be some artificial colors, flavors and sweeteners in there.

That said…if “an artificial intelligence” was loosed somehow on The Internet…

Q: How do you know that it wasn’t there all along?

A: ?¿?

Yep…I’m suggesting that maybe you expand your thinking beyond simply…

“WE CREATED IT!!! AND IT’S LOOSE!!!”

All kinds of paths and pathways, and this Universe has been around and “at it” for a while…so…yeah. All kinds of possible possibilities that are probable if not likely.

/me shrugs

You asked.

/me shrugs again

^The Soul Angels It’s All in Your Mind 1969 Disc 1 Track 19^

One of these days…I’m gonna have to do a themed based whatever. Or find some trend or theme or something so I can better focus and organize my crazy lunatic mind.

Imma make a note real quick here to do that sometime in the future.

I wonder what “theme” I should choose?

Meh…I’ll cross that bridge when/if I get there.

^SPC ECO – All In Your Mind (2016)^

cYa | cFa

^SPC ECO Delusional Waste^

*******

Goofy smoker

*Keep ’em coming, Clicky…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Con Templating Times and Tings… N’est-ce Pas?

I’ve really not been in the best of moods today, Dear Reader…

*No, Clicky, I’m not saying…*

*No, Clicky, work is fine…*

*No, nothing wrong at home either… Stop probing me… We’ve a missive from Cade to post…*

*Yes! Alright, it’s fucking mad world, Clicky, and I’m as mad as fucking hell…*

*One headline, why believe it? Because it isn’t just one headline… it’s just the latest… /sigh… Come on, Clicky, Cade’s post… There’s a massive Wiki Wavy Wall that needs your attention… Meet you at the bottom…*

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It occurs to me, that no matter what level you ascend to, or descend to, or remain at…there always remains somewhere else to go. Afterall, what’s the point of getting somewhere? Even if you had no idea what in the hell you were gonna do when you got somewhere? Is knowing important “en route?” Is it always important? Or have you gotten too focused on the asshole that is tailgating you? Too focused on the asshole in front that impeding your progress? Surrounded by idiots in traffic with nowhere to go? Not allowing things to develop as they do, might stunt your growth in ways your aren’t even considering.

^Vanessa Sukowski Feat. Terry Lynn – Cup (Raumakustik Remix)^

The many pathways of RNA degradation

Question: How Many Human Pathways Exist In Kegg Database?

Bioinformatics
Genomics
Dideoxynucleotide
Mental
Mental Disorder
Aberration of Light
Aberration
Relativistic Aberration
Chromosome Abnormality
Fiberglass
American Cyanamid
Pheochromocytoma
How many pathways to pheochromocytoma?
Adrenal Gland
Cancer Syndrome
Tumor Suppressor Gene
Oncogene
List of Cancer-Causing Agents Grows
Carcinogen
Mutagen
Pancreas
Chyme
Chakra
The Many Pathways of Emergency Management
The Many Pathways of RNA Degradation
Many Pathways to Student Success in Mathematics: Middle and High School Math Course Sequences and Placement Decisions in the Math in Common Districts
Many pathways toward sustainability: not conflict but co-learning between transition narratives
Sustain
Sustainability

Thinking about “the synchros” and “the storms” and “the chakras”…what could POSSIBLY cause a change in direction of the natural flow of energy/energies and matter, within the body, that may result in unforeseen changes?

Q: What are “foreseen changes?”

A: ???

Q: What are “unforeseen changes?”

A: ?¿?

Q: When?

A: ¿?¿

^Jackie Mayden – Raver Crystals (Kastis Torrau Remix)^

Marcello Malpighi
Epidermis
Prana
Energy (Esotericism)
Shakti
Olorun
Supreme Being

Cade: So…erm…is that your name then? “Supreme Being?”
X: Don’t get smart with me.
Cade: Welp…if I can’t get smart with you…who can I get smart with?
X: You don’t really think that you are talking to/with God do you?
Cade: No. Only “crazy people” do that. But it would be cool to talk with God.
X: What about my…erm…I mean…what about “God’s Minions?”
Cade: Sure…I’d talk to them.
X: Now we’re talkin. Carry on.

^Raumakustik – Activate^

I don’t really have anything particular to talk about currently…so…I’ll tell a racist joke.

There was a truck driver driving a load of bowling balls from one side of the country to the other, and was on a tight schedule so he was speeding most of the way. He was driving through a particular “in the middle of nowhere” section of this journey, when he noticed two black men hitchhiking. He felt sorry for them, and even though he was not supposed to pick-up riders, he stopped to pick them up anyway. However, he told them that they would need to ride in the back in the trailer in the event that anyone saw him with riders in the cab of his truck.

The truck driver is speeding along, when a cop car appears in his rear-view mirror and pulls him over.

There are two cops in the car, one of which goes to the cab and starts to write the driver a ticket, and the other proceeds to the back of the truck to inspect the driver’s load.

After a few minutes, the officer that was inspecting the back of the truck comes running towards the front, and yells at the officer writing the ticket…

Officer #2: Hey man we need to go.
Officer #1: I’m almost finished writing the ticket…just hold on a minute.
Officer #2: No…you don’t understand man…we need to leave NOW! This guy is hauling a whole truckload of Nigger Eggs, and two of them have done hatched!

^Hosse – Ready For This (Raffa FL Remix)^

Most people would think that the preceding joke is racist…and it is. But who is it racist towards? All kinds of stuff going on in that particular missive. Ignorance being one of them. I mean…if you are “Whitey”…and you live in “Whiteyville”…what is racist about that? Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”

Q: What color is White?

A: ???

So let’s flip-flop the dynamic.

If you are “Darkey”…and you live in “Darkeyville”…what is racist about that?

Oh…How one treat’s “people of color?”

Q: What color is Black?

A: ???

We know what we know. And until that changes, we only know what we know. Isn’t that the goal of many governments and organizations as we in “The Western World” think of these organizations and their purpose/purposes? To wind up building and maintaining “Mayberry?” To “get back to the old-ways” or “get back to the good ol’ days” or “get back to basics?”

You need a fucking quorum to do that.

The only people I see kicking down doors are well represented.

^Paul C – Carneval (Original Mix)^

Somebody won some election somewhere in some kind of landslide victory yesterday or something.

<yawn>

^Bontan – The First Time^

I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I posted a few days ago.

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As I was writing the previous sentence, it occurred to me “how do I word this” since I don’t really consider what I write “mine and mine alone” since Roob edits, formats and posts these things that I write. So what occurred to me, is to word it like this…

I keep thinking about that tesseract that I seem to have seen in the back of that woman’s knee in a pic I/Roob posted a few days ago.

I’ve been trying to lay off of any formatting of any text that I send her, and leave it to her discretion as to what to make of what I write. But I also want it to be clear that we are indeed two different people with two different lives living in two different places that are thousands of miles apart…but we are working together.

Q: What are we working for/work towards?

A: I dunno. Any suggestions?

Anyway…I’ve been thinking about the dynamics of motion within the form of design and purpose. Especially as they relate to this “holographic universe” that everyone is so fucking hot-to-trot about. I can see it. At least, I think that I can see it. But the ways that I see it is in a way that I’ve really never heard anyone describe.

What I see is templates that are overlaid to create a template. And these templates are overlaid to create even more templates. If you add time, motion, and focus in there, maybe this is why some get confused as to the purpose and purposes of these templates, and how these templates sometimes create holographic representations that seem to operate outside of the normal boundaries of time and space.

EX: A mountain. Add a “Matrix Movie” type of overlay over that mountain, in order to show what the underlying structure and structures are made up of, and suddenly, you think that you have seen “the core” of the design as it relates to the “as-is” portion of that mountain. However, thinking about it now, it not only shows the underlying, but the overlay and overlays as they relate to the in/out and through.

Maybe this is why I think that “subduction” as science currently views it is horseshit.

You see rising and lowering.

I see waffling.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WYgYDcfK_U

^Raumakustik – Dem A Pree (Patrick Topping Remix)^

Energy conservation is important.

Information retention is important.

Energy Exchange and Information Exchange are important.

So…why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time? Why wouldn’t they all be important…all at the same time…forever and for all-time?

A: Destruction.

When destruction becomes disinformation that is misunderstood, it seems to me that destruction and creation are taking place at the same time under the banner of reorganization. So yeah…I think you’ve found what you are looking for. You just don’t understand what you are looking for maybe. Don’t understand what you are looking at maybe. Find the beginning…find the end.

Q: How can you find the beginning and the end, all from the middle?

A: Hmmmmmmmmm....I wonder.

Guess we aren’t as alone as we thought, eh?

^Sidney Charles – Make Me Moove feat. Lady Vale^

If part of my skin “develops a pull”…doesn’t that equate to a push that will result in a pull somewhere else? Yeah, I’m thinking about injury/injuries and scarring here, but I am also thinking about something else…pimples. Acne, pimples, sores, wounds that won’t heal, repetitive injuries, Carpal Tunnel…shit like that.

If I eat a frozen dinner that contains a shitload of preservatives and artificial flavors and all kinds of crazy salts and oils and fats and proteins and whatnot, and then I go out and exercise, and I hurt myself while exercising…

Q: What effect(s) does that injury have on my body’s available energy/energies and potential sources of matter for dealing with that unforeseen event/events?

A: Smells like mutation.

Well…it smells of mutation to me. But then again, I’m a complete fucking weirdo and nutjob.

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

So…the body says something like…

“Ya know…that whatever right there? It’s very similar to what I normally use/am used to, but not quite. How can I make this work?”

I guess I find it ironic that we are walking-talking-thinking-learning machines, encapsulated in a walking-talking-thinking-learning machine, that is made up of walking-talking-thinking-learning machines…and yet, we get confused as shit as to who is doing what and when and why…all while trying to figure out who is doing what and when and why, all while ignoring who is doing what and when and why.

That particular thought and thoughts and sentence may give the appearance that I am intentionally attempting to be ambiguous. But when you add time and times over time into that thought and those thoughts, it may be indicative as to why we miss so much in our thinking, and maybe even some indicators as to why we can never seem to “catch up to the present.”

If all of your whatever requires gadgetry of your own design to describe what isn’t there…erm…that sounds almost…erm…I hate to use this term here…but…it sounds a little…”Orwellian”? Grabbing something that is there, via something that is not yet here, via something that may never be. Maybe my seeing “Neutrons” listed on that “Carcinogens” list that I have above from 2007? Yeah…let’s produce more of those. Let’s create a double inverse of Protons and Electrons, Neutrons, and let’s produce a fuckton of them since “THEY ARE POWERFUL!!!”

They are powerful? No shit Sherlock. I wonder what this “excess of Neutrons” is going both attract AND repel?

^Disney Aladdin – Electro House Remix^

Meh…I gots no answers…and people are gonna do whatever they do.

What’s the worst that can happen?

I can think of some things.

I’d rather not tho.

^White Magic | Pogo^

What would be the purpose, of “a pure vacuum”…other than to destroy it?

POP!

Ever had your ear just start ringing for no reason whatsoever? If we think about membranes and crossing energies, maybe there is more to this phenomenon than just some medical definition/reasoning. I mean, as far as I know? Ringing ears means “say yer prayers” because you are about to die of a heart-attack. And what would be the point of saying yer prayers just prior to dying, assuming that you know that you are about to die? You didn’t give a shit about your life, until all of a sudden you did give a shit about it because you were about to lose it, but you are about to see God anyway…so…what’s the big fucking deal?

Assuming there is a God/gods, it appears that you are about to have some time to go over the finite-details of your life in total, so…why freak the fuck out and try and remember all of that shit that you should have learned at church instead of shooting spitballs at the choir because you thought it was funny. lolz…not that I ever did that or anything…and not that there prolly aren’t times to “say your goodbyes.” But it occurs to me that these are personal choices…not edicts. It seems to me that these are what separates the sheep from the herd, and not just for culling for slaughter. Abraham’s son seems to have survived a culling for slaughter. Granted, a shitload of questions as to “why would God ask Abraham to do such a terrible thing?”

Food for thought.

Strange ways.

^wAFF – Wormhole (Butch’s Earworm Remix) (MHR099)^

I guess I hate the thought of someone sitting across from me, them looking me straight in the eye, and asking me “if I see things.” Them asking me “if I hear things.”

I mean am I supposed to answer? Do I lie if I don’t answer? Do I lie if I purposefully answer incorrectly out of contempt for such a stupid question, when I know that we both know the answer and answers to these questions? Because we either know, or can learn, that these are just gateway questions to more questions. Are we looking for dishonesty? Or reliability? What if someone is reliably dishonest? Is that reliability? What about the whens, wheres and whys that these dynamics change?

There’s only one answer that you are looking for, but you never stop to consider just how limiting that answer is. Or at least, how you have limited yourself by seeking an answer. The thought that some permanent model waits to be discovered under some unturned stone, is like negating every other stone in existence, once you have overturned that one particular stone that you were looking for.

What about all of the previous stones? Did they not matter? Do you need to go and turn them over again in order to retrace your steps as to how you arrived at where you arrived? Did you return these stones to their original positions after overturning them, and if so, how do you know what their original position(s) were are? Aren’t they forever changed by you and your actions, just as much as you are forever changed by their effects on you?

Forever bound, by a sequence of events, that could not be predicted by either nor any…and yet…it happened.

Fate.

Or something.

^Matt Sassari – Phantom (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

My sorting through a lot of my past has gotten me to thinking about much of the reading/learning/experiencing that I encountered when I was younger. I remember a lot of things, therefore, I have trouble with the concept of “originality” as it pertains to ideas. Especially under the banner of “there is nothing new under the sun” types of thinking. But thinking of me as a unique individual that is the product of countless generations of people that lived and died to provide me with the genetic mass that eventually somehow coalesced into this blog of hairy flesh that is me? Yeah…that “nothing new” kinda loses some of its sting, without losing any of it’s string. The threads of time that bound me into the me that is me, stings me here and there to remind me of me. That I am important, just like you, and them.

^Nina Simone – Feeling Good (Raumakustik Rework)^

Yeah…I hate math myself. Primarily because math ALWAYS seems to involve someone else making me do it for more their benefit than mine. Turn me loose on a 10-key, and you prolly should just close up shop, because I am going to fuck that up completely and totally. BUT that makes me wonder as to when mistakes became taboo. And I mean, mistakes being so taboo, that they are completely and totally unacceptable…because someone’s life just might depend on it.

Q: Does that thought contain our answer. Or at least…some answers?

A: ???

If we are operating in realms that are so finite, that the individual that should benefit, actually suffers? Yeah…room for pause there in our thinking. Not that I have paid for and counted on services that I did not receive. But I keep going. When the way that should work for me stops working? Yep…seek another path.

Maybe that’s why the concept “monopoly” only works within the concept of “God” for any length of time.

Maybe that’s why “Acts of God” are so prevalent within the framework of frameworks that we frame.

Maybe we sometimes misinterpret these “acts” within the acts and actions within the act itself.

Maybe none of that makes sense.

Maybe I should find a fencepost to bang my head into.

Should I purchase my own fencepost? Or will any ol’ fencepost do? Don’t wanna make some landowner liable for my actions because I choose to bang my brains out on a fencepost that bordered public land.

Maybe there’s an easement there. Prolly some legal precedent. Not that precedents aren’t important…but…times can and do change. I dunno. I’m just some uneducated dude with a computer, a fair ability to type reasonably fast, and a shitload of freetime to sit and do whatever it is that I am doing.

^Zoo Brazil – Sand (Mendo Remix)^

Right today…wrong tomorrow.

Wrong today…right tomorrow.

Right or wrong today or tomorrow…write today or tomorrow.

Or something.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_I3_S924N4

^Dazz Band – Let It Whip “HQ”^

I guess I’m wrasslin with this concept of discovery as it relates to legacy and posterity, and how those concepts relate to the eternal. It seems to me that the existence of a non-existence of God/a god/gods, makes what we do within the frameworks that exist outside of those concepts even MORE important with respect to ourselves. I mean…if there is no “Superman” to save us…isn’t it our responsibility to save ourselves both pre and/or post?

We operate under the assumption that we are completely and totally alone in The Universe, and yet we create experiments specifically designed to re-create conditions that existed at the beginning of this Universe. I wonder what “The Amoeba Delegation” has to say about their representation, or lack thereof, in these experiments:

Are they fully formed?

Are they represented?

Who is representative of their representation and representations, if not if and of, themselves?

Are we their voice?

Says who?

Have ethics gone out the window?

Or did they just fly right back in after we tossed them out?

I can imagine that if all of the bacteria in our bodies “suddenly went on strike”. Yeah…deep shit…we’d be in it.

^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^

My legs and back are feeling a little better this morning. And so is my neck. My neck still feels like a bunch of soggy spaghetti noodles dancing with a snake of some sort, but I figure that it’ll get better at some point. Or my head will fall off.

Lotta stretching and pulling as of late that seemed to get a bit of relief yesterday/last night. I still feel like 50 pounds of shit crammed into a 10 pound sack…but I always feel like that…so…meh.

My feet are giving the appearance that they want to swell/are going to swell, but they haven’t as of yet. My balance is also a little better today. My quadriceps are pretty gooshy and seem to have trouble deciding which way to turn or what the flying fuck is going on in the rest of my body, but my hamstrings are making an appearance for the first time in decades. Left hip is pulling quite a bit at the crotch, where it appears that my hamstring and quadriceps have been doing battle with my calves for God knows how long.

Oddly enough, all this pulling in my legs is having the oddest of effects on my hands and shoulders of all goddamn things. One of my hands was cramping so bad last night, that I thought it was going to break. Same with my feet. I’m quite used to feet cramps…but sometimes of late, it feels like they are going to start breaking bones. I guess some of this pressure relief on my knees has helped quite a bit in this regard.

Oh…and still shedding skin like a fucking snake. Lotta old scars that I had completely forgotten about, starting to reappear. I wonder where they’ve been hiding?

Just in case anyone was wondering.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaH5NeA6gUQ

^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom It’s In There^

With all of this grinding and torquing, I imagine that there are a LOT of connective tissues throughout my body that are…erm…enduring a lot of give and take types of changes, and not just/only my skin. At least, not only the visible part(s).

^Situation – Yaz (oo) 1982^

I guess I should wrap this up…but I’m not going to.

The following song, which I am currently listening to now…is WAY too fucking cool to stop writing now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ElPaBAh8HQ

^Lee Jeffrey – Ten Count (Original Mix)^

😉

cYa | cFa

(-;

^The Grooveline (1978)^

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Yay

*How did you get here before me?! Never mind… /lights up…*

template (n.)
1670s, templet “horizontal piece under a girder or beam,” probably from French templet “weaver’s stretcher,” diminutive of temple, which meant the same thing, from Latin templum “plank, rafter,” also “consecrated place” (see temple (n.1)).

The meaning “pattern or gauge for shaping a piece of work” is first recorded 1819 in this form, earlier temple (1680s); the form was altered mid-19c., probably influenced by plate [Barnhart], but the pronunciation did not begin to shift until more recently (templet is still the primary entry for the word in Century Dictionary).

Missive From ‘Merica: Quality Time Spent Smoking With Child

And I don’t mean the new plain packaging health warning, Dear Reader…

smoking dummy

*/rolls eyes… Gawd, Tobacco Cons LOVE their photoshopping, don’t they, Clicky…*

… No, a new missive from Cade, received last night…

Knot sure butt it may have been partially inspired by a great post by Frank in the Blue Universe yesterday…

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Action At A Distance

Before we make too many assumptions about any pre-existing bonds that are simply not detectable by the existing model/models and/or testing methods/personnel/equipment and shit like that…erm…

Howdy!

^HolyU – Lift arrived _second Floor^

I’m not going to think in terms of alternate dimensions, or even alternate realities…but more of altered realities. So let’s think about big assed scientific experiments and little thoughts, and how those affect others in action.

EX: You are driving along in your car, listening to the radio, happy as a clam…then suddenly….BAM!!! Yer dead.

So if there is life elsewhere in The Universe, and someone billions of light years away from us is just going about their day…then suddenly…BAM!!! they’re dead. Hit right in the motherfucking brainpan by a stray particle created by The LHC or a similar machine.

Sound impossible?

One word: Leukemia

You can substitute cancer in there if ya want, but “cancer” has gotten so goddamn vague anymore that it may as well not even exist…even tho it does. It’s only pulled out of the hat when all attempts at “avoiding the C word” have failed. But I could be wrong on that. I don’t have as much experience with it as most people. Only indirect experience /shrug

^Monstergetdown – Tres^

I got to take a drive with my oldest son a coupla days ago. I asked him for a cigarette, he looked at me weird, asked me,

“Are You Serious?”

…then he eventually gave me one and I smoked it. Tasted pretty much the same as the last cigarette I smoked, although I must admit that I never would have dreamed that I would have an enjoyable moment smoking a cigarette with one of my children, while riding in a car on a sunshiny but cool spring day.

Later, we got to talking about hell and heaven, and how these concepts related to the movie “Event Horizon.” I related my thoughts as to travelers in the film traveling into the unknown using an unknown method of travel, and how I perceived that this probably would have seemed to these travelers. Afterall, we are talking about faster than light travel with respect to beings that really have no clue as to “normal travel” as of yet.

^Tinlicker – Donderdag^

I asked him to imagine traveling at the speed of light or faster, and encountering a human being. He stated that,

“wouldn’t we just burn right through them?”

I said “Yes! However…imagine what that would look like, as you passed through that human. Bone, blood, tissues, cells, etc.”

He grimaced.

NOW! Think about this. You come out of the other side of that human after “burning right through them”…what do you think that would look like/seem like to you? He answered,

“Hell.”

Exactly! Now…let’s make it even worse.

Let’s say that you’ve burned through that human…pass through the wall behind them, or bounce off a mirror…then suddenly…you see that same person again.

My son suddenly had a weird look on his face.

You are assuming your size son. What if…when you passed through this human being…you shrunk to a microscopic size? Keeping that in mind as you have just passed through that human, exited that bloodbath, and now here they are right in front of you again…you begin your second approach to them…and you are completely complexed as to why you are seeing them again, as they should have disintegrated completely on the previous pass. However…as you get closer to them…you notice a tiny little red dot, and you suddenly realize that this red dot is the point of entry on your first pass….and now…here we are…going though again.

Entanglement.

Yep...entanglement.

^Enzo Bennet – Shadowman^

He brought up The Butterfly Effect and Quantum Mechanics, but I told him that he needed to keep time in mind when thinking about these things. Mainly because, this butterfly of ours may or may not have the effect that we assume, and/or it may take thousands to even millions of years for this effect to take place. If you spend your entire life following a single particle to see if the result is as you predicted it to be…

Q: Who are you forgetting/excluding?

A: Yep…you.

We have effects on the results and the results sets. It’s the time and times between when we can get confused, when we attempt to include and exclude ourselves only at the beginning and the end.

^Fluke- Another kind of blues^

I have some other thoughts about “burning through” with respect to particles traveling at the speed of light or faster, but I think that things like lasers and radar/microwave radiating devices can better help us out, as to understanding the contextual nature of temporary states of matter, when and if biometric organisms are present in the presence of …erm… energies that are less contextually facilitatory to the continued existence of said organism(s).

^Fluke – Atom Bomb^

Always an excess. Whether that be on the positive side, or the negative side.

Q: What about when a theorem equates to zero?

A: Are you still alive? If so, what happened between conception of the theorem and arrival at zero?

Yep a lot of work to get to zero, and now, a lot of work remains to get away from it again.

Division by zero isn’t that difficult. It’s a matter of necessity. If you are needing a zero balance sum, you are prolly already operating in the excess column, whether that be positive and/or negative, and just don’t see it/them yet.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

So now that we have slung some particle out into space, that has turned some life form’s head into mushy jelly and tossed their soul into the abyss…I wonder what the reaction will be? I guess the movie Starship Troopers makes more sense now. It does to me anyway.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^

Does my filthy fucking mouth bother you?

Does my filthy mouth bother you?

Does my mouth bother you?

Does my bother you?

^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^

So if we assume that there is no sound in space…does that mean that the presence of sound is an indicator to those or that which is traveling at speeds faster than light as to the presence of life?

Does that mean that the absence of sound is indicative of something so fucking infinitely loud, that it cannot be perceived?

Is this indicative of how radio-waves work, and when they don’t work “as-intended” and/or “as-advertised?”

I guess I’m gonna have to think about HAARP here seeing as how, at least as I understand it, it’s purpose it to raise the bands of the Ionosphere, and I’ve wondered about these bands cascading an reversing as an effect of this “raising.” A becomes E and E becomes A and so on.

However…since we are broadcasting sound and sounds and pictures and data into space via all kinds of methods and mediums…I have to wonder…

Q: What makes you think that "aliens" or "alien intelligences" would do the same?

A: !!!???!!!

I mean…space is supposed to be quiet right? If you are a space traveler who is traveling at faster than the speed of light to better detect “anomalous waves” within the natural scope of a solar system, wouldn’t that make sense as to why any sort of travel up to or at “the speed of light” that is generated artificially might just be…erm…hazardous to organic beings? ESPECIALLY to beings that are moving at speeds that exceed the speed of light.

But to add a caveat here, maybe there is also the effect of these beings not wanting to interfere with the communications. If we think in terms of Tachyons and Gamma Ray bursts, this might help us to understand how an “artificial burst” of these energies were more discernible from naturally occurring ones. Afterall…if we assume that Gamma Ray bursts are happening naturally in The Universe, but our findings are based on much of what we have learned about these energies using our own artificially created sources of these energies? Erm…maybe the entire Universe is at war…and we just don’t know it.

^Philip T.B.C. – Galactic (BTK Remix)^

How does one “kill the silence” I wonder?

I mean like…contextually. How is “killing the silence” applicable?

Only you would know the answer to this question.

^The Prototypes – Kill The Silence (ft. Ayah Marar)^

I guess it’s prolly difficult to wear the hat of a graduate, and know that you are but in your infancy with respect to learning and experience. But to me, that SHOULD be what keeps us young and hungry.

Searching.

Finding.

Not finding.

Keeping going.

Stopping.

Starting back up.

“You know it’s, not like that all ends…when you’re 18, or 21, or 41, or 61…it NEVER…never…ends…

“Like your Aunt Edna’s ass…it goes on forever and is just as frightening.”

-Jason Robards/Frank Buckman
Movie = Parenthood

^Ed Rush & Optical – Chubrub [Full Version]^

I dunno…just had to get a coupla things off my chest…but I gots no answers.

That guy who chopped his back in half with the sword or machette or whatever from my previous whatever? Yeah…it’s haunting me. Lotta things going on in that guy’s body. And when the other guy grabs his arm and pulls to steady him? Motherfucking YEESH!!! 😦

There’s more to that pic than simply “the idiocy of the moment.” Afterall…when did that “idiocy of that moment” come to your particular attention?

Hope you enjoy your Saturday/Sunday.

❤

^Andy C – Haunting^

cYa | cFa

^Black Sun Empire & Eye-D – Brainfreeze (Neonlight Remix) V1 [Free]^

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bat country

*Ooh… /sigh… better get moving then, Clicky. School and work tomorrow… things to do…*

A Sirius Discussion About Books and Such

The Underdog and Under-Underdogs have only gone and done it again, Dear Reader…

Underdog Anthology 2

Yep, this time I have two stories included: ‘Morning Run’ (a real short short)…

*Hot cross buns, Clicky? …/ponders… Hmm, kinda but no, knot really…*

…and ‘The Inchoate Egg’, which is a follow up to ‘Secret Santa‘ and Harry’s horrible Christmas…

*That’s right, Clicky… ;)*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d post one of my stories from Anthology Vol. I, for you today, Dear Reader, so here is ‘Mind The Gap’…

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Amanda woke with a start. She hadn’t meant to sleep on the journey but the warmth of the carriage and soft whine of electrical tracks, coupled with the denseness of the report she’d been reading had lulled her into unwanted sleep.

“That was my foot.” A sharply dressed woman scowled down at her as the wall of bodies pressed together in front, swaying with the motion of the tube train.

Embarrassed, Amanda reached down to retrieve the report that had slipped from her lap. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the reddening dent on the bridge of the woman’s high heeled foot. With a look of disdain, the woman turned her back on Amanda.

The carriage no longer felt pleasantly warm as it had when she took a seat earlier at the start of her journey. It had become uncomfortably hot. Her mouth felt dry and the cloying smell of a dozen different perfumes, cologne and deodorant filled her nose. Amanda stuffed the report into the bag stashed behind her legs and wondered how far she’d travelled. The black tunnel walls rushing past behind her gave no clue and the bobbing heads above obscured her view of any map or sign showing the next station stop.

The tube started to slow. Keen to get out of the stifling heat, Amanda rose, knees audible popping which embarrassed her further. She pushed forward, through the tightly packed commuters, toward the carriage doors, dragging her heavy bag behind her. She thumped the door release to the sound of the bleeps and spilled out, being careful to mind the cavernous gap between carriage and platform that opened up before her. She was glad for the cool rush of wind, as the tube pulled away. It lifted her hair from her face and soothed her flaming cheeks.

Amanda watched the last carriage of the tube train disappear into the tunnel. She wasn’t exactly sure where she was but it couldn’t be too far out of the way judging by the number of passengers dressed for the City on the train. A walk and a frothy coffee would refresh her before the meeting, she decided, as she looked for a sign showing the way out up to the surface.

The platform was completely deserted. In the distance she glimpsed a black sign and gold letters – ‘WAY OUT’. Amanda heaved the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder again and walked briskly toward it. Above the soft hum of the Underground Network, the sound of her clacking heels echoed along the empty platform.

She sighed when she found the exit barred by a rusting metal gate. Amanda rattled it but it was locked. “Hello! Is anybody there?” Silence greeted her call. She rattled it again harder but the gate didn’t budge. Irritated now, she turned and walked back the way she’d come.

It was strange – no station name was displayed and she noticed that there were no posters on the curved wall opposite to the platform. No bright advertisements for holiday destinations, insurance companies or wonder supplements, just the faded outline of where they’d once clung. Amanda gave a gasp as, above her head, the platform lights suddenly flickered.

“Can I help you miss?”

Amanda screamed in surprise at the soft voice behind her. She turned to see a wizened man with a pinched expression looking intently at her.

“Yes!” she replied too loudly. “The exit is locked and I can’t find another one.”

The man continued to stare at her and Amanda felt herself start to redden under his gaze. She felt the need to explain. “I got off here by accident. I don’t even know where here is. Look, is there another way out of here? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to.”

She looked up and down the bleak platform unwilling to meet his piercing blue eyes. The sudden thought that she was alone on a locked and deserted platform, with a strange man invaded her brain. She felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and the weight of her bag dig once more into her shoulder.

The man’s face broken into a grin of yellowing horsey teeth. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He slipped one out and placed it between his lips. “Would you like one?”

Amanda looked on aghast. Smoking wasn’t allowed on the Underground. “No, I don’t smoke and you shouldn’t either.”

The man cupped his hand around the end of the his cigarette and lit it. He blew out a cloud of blue smoke that enveloped them both.”Oh yeah, why’s that then?”

“Because it will kill you.” Any fear she had felt was replaced with anger as she waved the noxious fumes away. “Sorry, can you not do that?”

The man responded with a deeper drag and longer plume of exhaled smoke. He started to laugh which turned into a cough. Amanda moved away. A glob of yellow brown phlegm shot out of his mouth and onto the track.

“You’re disgusting. I’m getting out of here.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked purposefully back toward the locked exit leaving the smoking man behind. She could still hear him laughing and coughing as she neared it. Dropping her bag, she grabbed the bars of the gate and shook them vigorously.

“Help! Can somebody let me out of here?!” Amanda glanced back toward the man but he was gone. As she turned her attention back to the gate, he stood on the other side smiling and winking at her, cigarette clamped between his teeth. His smoke stung her eyes and made her nose itch.

“How?” Amanda tightened her grip on metal bars and shook harder. Rust flakes drifted to the ground. “I demand you let me out of here!”

The smoking man took a final drag and flicked the lit end toward her. The butt brushed the sleeve of her coat and fell, still glowing, to the floor. Deftly, he lit another one.

“Argh! How dare you! Stop it!” She extinguished the dog end angrily under her foot. “Let me out, you horrible little man!”

The smoking man took another puff and looked at her coolly. “This station has been closed for many a year now. Haven’t had a train stop in a while. Generally it’s pretty dead around here.” He chuckled. “I know, perhaps you could walk down the track to the next one.”

Amanda stopped. How long had she been on this god forsaken platform? No other train had stopped or passed since she’d got off. The tunnel entrance yawned behind her.

“No. I have a better idea. Why don’t I ring the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment and smoking illegally?” She bent down and scrambled around her bag, pulling out the heavy report to find her phone. She swiped and prodding the display in dismay; there was no signal.

The smoking man was standing next to her on the platform. He bent down and picked up her report. He brushed the cover with his hand and read the title “Decisive Steps to Ensure a Tobacco-Free Future’. What are they, then?” He opened it and squinted at the words. A roll of ash dropped from his cigarette onto the open pages. He closed it with a thud. “Well, it’s certainly thick” he said appreciatively.

“Give that back!” Amanda yelled. She lurched for her report but he sidestepped her advance and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Her elbow bloomed with pain. “Oww! You bastard, that hurts!”

Nimbly the old man jumped down onto the track, waving the report above his head. With a final, exaggerated cough, he disappeared into the tunnel. “Come and get it.”

“Stop! Give that back to me right now!” She screamed in pain and frustration. The report contained additional handwritten notes; everything she needed it for her meeting and now it had been taken by a nicotine addict. Amanda got to her feet and cradled her arm. Dirt and blood from her grazed palm smeared the sleeve of her coat and she was covered in the stink of smoke.

A sudden rage of righteousness engulfed her. How fucking dare he? How dare he? The filthy smoker had not only caused her pain and humiliatingly stolen her report, but now she was in no fit state for her meeting. No, she would get it back and then she would kick the shit out of him for good measure. She lowered herself down onto the track. How far ahead can he get with those smoke riddled lungs?

Amanda marched into the tunnel but as the suffocating black closed in, her fury and indignation soon turned to fear. What was she doing following this man? She stopped to think. “Did he say trains don’t come through here or stop here?”

In the darkness she heard a gentle cough. “Stop here.” As once again, Amanda felt a breeze lifting the hair from her face and cooling her flaming cheeks.

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Next stop Halloween…

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: A Question of Time…

Ah, Dear Reader, there you are! Happy World Autism Awareness Day…

Autism is due to a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Some cases are strongly associated with certain infections during pregnancy including rubella and use of alcohol or cocaine.

Phew! Not caused by smoking. Not yet anyways…

More good news! The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive to savour, ponder and enjoy… Take your time 😀

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Howdy! It’s been a while. Depending on your personal definition of “a while”…but in my estimation…yes…it’s been a while. A while since I wrote one of these things. 3 weeks by my estimation. Today is April 1st of 2017, and it’s currently 21:56 where I am. I have no idea where you are, or what time it is when you are, nor when you are reading this wherever you are. But I assume that you are reading this…whoever you are.

So…let’s start this particular journey off with a new “paradox” that is being touted by certain scientists/thinkers.

“If you invent a time machine, you will not be able to travel further back in time prior to the time machine being invented.”

I say…horseshit.

^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

Think of it like this…if you invent a time machine…this means, that as soon as it is “invented?” Yeah…you will pour through that time simultaneously upon creation.

Or at least…someone/something will.

Meaning: As soon as that time machine is created, all kinds of shit is going to happen…right…fucking…then.

But more than that? Weird shit is going to start happening, leading up to, and right up to that “time of time-machine creation.”

Why?

Creation is a process.

Now that we’ve got that “paradox” solved…let’s get even weirder.

All kinds of people are gonna wanna know how I arrived at this “conclusion” of mine.

Here’s the simple version…”Time-Travel”…already exists. And you don’t need a machine to travel through time, nor even to manipulate and control time. Those pathways already exist. All you need, is a bead on where you want to go.

Oh...and "why" might be important as well.

^Hybrid. Blackout Y4K Edit^

This is some weird shit for some Okie hick to be thinking about, eh?

Yeah well…I’ve been thinking about this shit for most of my life. A lot of other weird assed shit as well.

I just never talked about it before.

Not really something that many people have any interest in.

Especially in these parts.

As I wrote previously, when I was a kid, I was faced with a horrible paradox of my own.

“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT SUCH THINGS!!! LET ALONE…TALKING ABOUT THEM!!!”

Q: How do you not think about something that you have already thought about?

A: Time.

^Massive Attack feat. Mos Def – I Against I^

So anyway…yeah…we’ve invented a time machine that some sciences/scientists say can only travel backwards in time to the point in time of it’s own conception.

 Hmmm...you sure the fuck are making a lot of assumptions about time there.

Nevermind the assumptions that you are making about the machine itself. And, brothers and sisters, I’m getting pretty fucking detailed with my analysis of the machine itself. And I mean on the atomic/molecular levels, as detailed as origins of each and every molecule and atom and other sub-atomic particles within the machine’s parts and materials themselves. Just keep in mind, that in my personal thinking in these veins, I operate under the guise that information is NEVER lost in particles of matter. That matter remembers not only what it is, but what it has interacted with, and when, and where…and perhaps even…why.

Yep…”why” matter “A” has interacted with matter “B”…and all the other details of that interaction.

Information preservation…The Universe is big on it.

^Underworld – King Of Snake (Everything…)^

So now that we are thinking about matter in terms of “Universal Age”…meaning that you may actually be dealing with a particle of matter that has been around for countless ages within time, at the same time that you are dealing with a particle of matter that has only been around for a few thousand years. Maybe even a few thousand days.

To relate…there is a movie called “Interstellar” where the heroes of the story visit a planet with a massive amount of gravity, and the movie tells us that time changes radically for those who visit the planet itself, as well as for those who stay behind in orbit.

This is going to be both possible AND impossible, because time is contextual AND flexible AND simultaneous.

For the purposes of the story/movie, I kinda let it slide…but not really. Gravity and time are not mutually exclusive nor mutually inclusive. They are both and/or either.

EX: The movie itself has only a coupla hours to tell it’s story. A story of time and dimensionality. Nevermind all of the usual “humans going extinct/Earth dying” bullshit that it attempts to address. Oh…and there are some jabs at religion and government in there. Lotta shit to try and cover when telling the story of an entire species through the eyes of basically a father and his daughter.

What this story neglects to include, is the time and times of the travelers themselves. Nevermind their ships and all the superfluous crap they brought with them. As if there is some kind of transcendent barrier out there that allows for the entirety of the rules to change for one set, and remain constant for the other. When the reality is, that there are not two groups…there is only one. If you stop thinking matter, and start thinking energy/energies…and then get back to matter, and then add those two together…we’re right back where we never should have left in the first place when investigating this shit…one.

^Underworld – Scribble^

I think this is why science has such a hard time understanding the quanta. The flips that happen within the rule/rules sets are simultaneous. Singular…even. One this way…one that way…at the same time, and at different times. All you gotta do is add some motion there, and you’ll see what the gate is always backwards “on the other side.” Because it is not only backwards, it’s backwards AND forwards. It depends on the point of origin AND the destination. Because if you actually travel that path, they are simultaneous. So if you can get your head wrapped around THAT concept…now you are gonna REALLY start thinking about time. Yer gonna have to. Because you are already thinking about distances and speeds. 😉

So yeah…never leave time out…ever.

And now that you are seeing that cyclonic from view A, is anticyclonic from view B…now let’s get even weirder…it both…on both sides…all at the same time.

Q: Why?

A: It’s a question of access. By who, why, and when.

^R.E.M. – The Great Beyond (Hybrid Remix)^

So now that we have successfully invented our time machine, and the entirety of everyone who ever would access this machine and it’s network has simultaneously poured out of this gateway at the instant of it’s creation…can you see maybe why these pathways not only exist, but are off limits? Sound familiar? Almost as if someone has done this before? Sound much like “rules going out the window” at different points within science and it’s findings? And yet…science and scientists still want to know why this happens.

Stop for a second and think about this…are we here? Are you happy to be here?

Are you pleased with this environment and the way things work?

So yeah…find the beginning, and you simultaneously find the end.

Better be sure of which end you found and where.

^Pendulum – In Silico (Full Album)^

Something else that you need to think about and never forget as you are thinking about and never forgetting time…we are already traveling through it. All kinds of energies and matter of all types and sizes moving all kinds of ridiculous speeds from fast to fastest to slow to slowest. Some of these energies and matters move at speeds so ridiculously fast, that they appear to not move at all. Does any of this sound familiar?

Sure that you want to “tap into” that concept touted as “The Source?”

I don't think a tap is mandatory.

That said, I don’t make “the rules.” I wouldn’t even know what they were even if I knew what they were…which I don’t. But there goddamn sure seems to be some guidelines. Guides…even.

Did you just roll your eyes?

Me too.

lolz

LEARNING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

(nod to the movie "Bull Durham" there)

THIS GAME IS FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

lolz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cd3AeuQCAdA

^Knife Party – Abandon Ship Full Album [HD]^

OK so yeah…I may have figured out a thing or three. Maybe even more than that. What I HAVE NOT found tho? A practical application of knowing these things. I mean, we’re here…it’s happening. The practical application of these things…that is.

Q: If you have to “provoke” someone or something…are your methods and intentions sound?

A: Only you can answer this.

You pretty much had me at “provoke” or “provoked.”

OH! Encouragement? Yeah right.

Fear is a shitty motivator, irrespective of use. Meaning making someone fear to do something, or fear to not do something? Same shit.

^Deadmau5 full album 4X4=12 [Full CD]^

One day a coupla years ago, one of my nieces was talking with my daughter, and I overheard my neice say…

“I pray every night for God to just let me forget everything that I know.”

😦

God almighty. It has gnawed at me for years since hearing her say that.

I used to do that. I used to pray to die, forget, not know, unknow…whatever.

Just...something. Anything.

But at some point in my life, I was like…”WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE HERE! I’M DOING THIS WRONG!!!” I am who I am, and I can’t change that nor my past anymore than I can predict the future. I just gotta use what I got, as best I can. That’s when I started “The Gingerbread House of Horrors.” I mean, all this bad shit has happened…why not use it. And NOT in the way that I am being told to use it. Don’t use it to beat myself up with nor mope around in regret all of the time. Study it…and not “what went wrong.” Start with “what went right.”

We already have a good fucking bead on what went wrong.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs2DefA1_iY

^Futuria – (1 HOUR OF DARK DEADMAU5 SONGS)^

There’s your goddamn deadmau5. 😉

^One Hour Mix of Arabic Trance Music – Ancient Egypt – Vol. II^

I dunno. Lotta shit had started to make sense to me with respect to a lot of shit that has really kinda always made sense to me. Not that I’m not still equally perplexed and flummoxed…because I am. But I am not the “BEND TO MY WILL!!!!” type of person that some I encounter are. I don’t see The Universe nor anything in it as “something to be ruled.” Not in the manner in which many if not most mean “rule.” I’m better as the floating member of the support team. Help you build some of your dreams, crush other ones. BUT! I’ll always have an alternate dream for you in the event of a crushing. I only use that term because about the only time that “dreams” have adjectives is of the adverb/more of a verb type of adjective. Good, bad, nightmare, came true/come true, in progress, abandoned.

How sad. To treat dreams that way.

😦

To treat dreams that way…is to treat others in that same way.

Even if it yourself treating yourself that way.

😦

^Zardonic – Vulgar Display Of Bass Full Album^

When I talk about myself and my “I, me, my” kinda mode of writing…I am simply trying to relate my experience(s) to similar experience(s). And I’ve seen a SHITLOAD of FUCKTONS of those similarities in others. Why wouldn’t I? Granted, there are some major differences, and some experiences to which only I am privy. But most of that shit tends to be on the “really good ends” and “really bad ends” of the spectrum. I dunno…I gots no answers on how to deal with shit that you may be going through. But I can tell you that the experience of it, is worth anything and everything. And yes, that includes all kinds of pain and pains. There is no separation between “physical” and “mental” pain(s). Pain is pain, and hurt hurts. If you have a great life…good for you. Fucking GREAT for you. Srsly. I’m happy you’re happy. Just don’t try and beat me over the head with “you need to be happy goddamnit!!!” I hate that shit. Before you know it…you are telling me “be this” or “be that” or “be this AND that”…and I’ll be all like…”Ummm…do I need to be here for this?”

^All Knife Party Songs And Remixes In 1080p!^

I’m sorry…did you wanna talk about this shit or not?

Yeah?

Too late.

It's 23:33 on 2017.04.01.

Gotta run.

😉

❤

^DAVID HOLMES – COME GET IT I GOT IT !^

cYa
cFa

^David Holmes – Tess^

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*That’s what you got from that Clicky?*

Reading Signs: Jews and Dotes…

Frankly, Dear Reader, sometimes reading signs ‘correctly’ can be a bit of a schlep…

Hackney residents were shocked yesterday to see a new road sign had been erected…

*Beards and hats and dressed in black… /shakes head… Knot Amish, though, Clicky. You don’t get many Amish in London…*

Franck Allais produced the road sign artwork for a project, to ‘celebrate London’s diversity’.

“It was a project about crossing the road … how everyone is different, everyone has an identity.

“There is not only one sign in the street. I put more signs up in the street, but only this one got noticed.

“I am sorry for any offence caused.”

Signs missed by the residents included a woman pushing a shopping trolley…

… a man pushing a wheelchair…

… and a cat…

https://youtu.be/IsC0T0pKwfw

*Knot exactly ‘people’ though, Clicky, eh? *

*/rolls eyes…*

A misunderstanding then, rectified and apology given. Not a sign of a hate crime…

“We take reports of hate crimes extremely seriously so if any residents find any kind of anti-Semitic signs or graffiti they should immediately report them to the police on 101.”

*/sneers… Hateful sign…*

Blue Frank put up an interesting post today about ‘roadkill‘. He too is seeing signs…

But it might be beginning to change. It’s not as easy “to control exactly what people think” as it was 20 years ago. The internet is changing how information gets around. The MSM no longer has a monopoly on what and what isn’t news.

*Smokers and Jews have a lot in common, Clicky… /sigh…*

… Whilst Red Frank posted images of Anne Frank, and children fleeing for their lives, along a road…

The Reality Virus https://t.co/B55cM5j4JZ via @wordpressdotcom

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) March 16, 2017

*He also included one of Leggy’s short stories, Clicky… From the same book at ‘Telephone Pest’… We turned that into a screenplay… /blows out cheeks… Fucked if I know how to get it made…*

*Heh. You romantic, Clicky… /lights up… And if knot? …/blows smoke…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… (Cont.)

Before we get on to the next part of The Okie Devil’s massive weekend missive, just a reminder, Dear Reader, that tomorrow is ‘National No Smoking Day‘ in the UK…

*Yep, I know Clicky… The wankers can fuck right off…*

*Oi! No, don’t use that! Use this…*

*/Deep drag… Fuck. Right. Off…*

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I noticed that someone Re-Tweeted a Tweet from Donald Trump today, and that Tweet caught my eye. It appears that the new President has accused the old President of tapping the new President’s phones back during the pre-election campaigning period..before the current President was even President…as the month of October was mentioned, which would be pre-Election Day.

Q: Um…ain’t that shit over with?

A: ???

It’s over. You won. Get over it.

I mean, it’s not like The NSA listens to every fucking phone call on Earth or anything. It’s not like The FBI reads every fucking e-mail on Earth or anything. God only knows what The CIA is doing. Not to mention all of those other Federal Agencies that are doing God knows what, God knows how, to God knows who.

Who gives a shit?

Right?

^David Bowie “The Heart’s Filthy Lesson”^

I mean seriously…who in the FUCK do I turn to, if someone is tapping my phone? Because I have a feeling, that I’m gonna meet myself coming, but it ain’t gonna be me nor anyone who represents me. Even tho, that’s what they are gonna say. What in the FUCK would China or Russia or Israel or any other fucking fucks in some other country want to know what in the flying fuck I am talking about, and who I am talking about it to? They couldn’t give two shits what I have to say, much less who I say it to.

I guess that’s the problem with “the psy game”…you can’t trust anyone. And even if you can today, what about tomorrow?

Yeah…so…a system built on lies and deception = FAIL!

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Barry Adamson – Something Wicked This Way Comes^

I am privy to all kinds of wisdom that I’d rather not be privy to.

Things like…

“Her ass looks like 2 elephants fighting in a sack!”

or…

“Her ass looks like 50-pounds of chewed bubblegum in a 10-pound sack!”

I guess that was someone’s way of telling me which asses “looked good” and which asses “looked bad.” Not like that really matters. I mean, if they don’t want you touching them, what’s the point of trying to make someone feel worse? Because they won’t put out for you? Jesus. If I had a nickle for every woman on Earth/Terra would wouldn’t put out for me? I’d a have a fuckton of nickles. But…I’m not perfect. Even in my brokenness…I’m not perfect. Even the unbroke parts.

Talk about a thought that will take someone from joy to suicide real fuckin fast?
Yeah…harp on the shit that people can’t change.

Or…those things that they might be able to change…but you won’t be there to see it.

Be nice.

I have that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

Not really.

Now…fuck off to the next paragraph…but do it in an orderly fashion. 😛

^cevin key – frozen sky^


LET GET SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA GOIN ON UP IN DIS HIZZAY!!!

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Sabrina Sidney – a British foundling girl taken in when she was 12 by author Thomas Day, who wanted to mould her into his perfect wife. Day had been struggling to find a wife who would share his ideology and had been rejected by several women.
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Bridget Neval – a retired Australian/Canadian actress. She has been in various television programs including Wicked Science but is most famous for her portrayal of Lana Crawford in Neighbours.
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Toxoscelus – a genus of beetles in the family Buprestidae, containing the following species. (…? You’re gonna have to click that – Ed)*
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Tegegne Bezabeh – a retired Ethiopian sprinter. He competed at the 1964, 1968 and 1972 Olympics in the 400 m event with the best achievement of sixth place in 1968.
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Albert Hetterle – a German actor who also became a Berlin theatre director.
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Mandhata Singh – an Indian politician. He was elected to the Lok Sabha, the lower house of the Parliament of India from the Lucknow constituency of Uttar Pradesh in 1989 as a member of the Janata Dal.
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So yeah…that “Herring Island” that came up? Yeah…the “Operation Highjump” caught my eye…but then, as the name itself sunk in, and I started to think “commercial fishing” and shit like that? It occurred to me…”wait…WUT?!?!?” The island is named for the guy that took the pictures of the island…Lt. Charles C.

Herring, USN.

What are the odds?

And then…

if THAT wasn’t enough…

the very next random article was “Articles of Association?!?!?

WTF?!?!?!?

What are the odds?

😉

^cEvin Key – Wind on Small Paws (Unofficial)^

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*Indeed, Clicky…*

More missive tomorrow, but if you are need of a little extra Cade today, may I suggest Dear Reader pops over to his blog where he’s written some more…

*Nope, not jealous at all! In fact I’ve doubled my story word count, Clicky… I’m on a roll…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over…

Wednesday Evening

“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me. He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.

“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.

He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”

“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”

Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.

“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”

He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”

“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.

Saturday Night

I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀

“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”

I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…

*Heh Heh Heh…*

*******

It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!

Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.

^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^

There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.

And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.

Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!

^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^

Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.

But if you will also notice...

All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.

That's what I'm seeing anyway.

^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^

How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.

The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.

Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.

One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
Lift passes.
Skis/boots/poles.
Warm clothes.
Money to facilitate the above.

TA DA!!!

Simple.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^

As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.

So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.

Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).

So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of

“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”

Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…

“Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”

Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.

There’s always a better way.

These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.

Q: Now what?

A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.

^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^

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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*

Cade… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Tits Up Timing…

I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…

*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*

*Oh okay…*

I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them. I posted about the first at MEROVEE…

Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…

Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.

Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…

In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.

And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…

Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…

Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!

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Before I end this particular post…

I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.

That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.

Afterall…we always get to the end first.

No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.

LET'S ROCK THIS MOTHERFUCKIN HIZZAY!!!

(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)

^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^


 I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.

Must be something wrong.

Let’s investigate.

^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^

So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.

Just kidding.

I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.

Just kidding.

I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.

There outta be a law against that kind of shit.

^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^

Q: How many nipples do you have?

A: O RLY?

Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?

A: YA RLY!

I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.

GARSH-DARNIT!!!

Anyway…erm…yeah…nipples.

May I see yours?

(Ladies Only/18++ Only)

Send pics to me@mywebsite.not

^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^

So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump will be elected to a second term.

WTF?!?!?!?

Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”

WTF?!?!?!?

The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!

WTF?!?!?!?!?

Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.

I mean...WTF?!?!?

I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”

Gotta hate that kind of lack of representation.

What a world eh?

^No Mana – Fade^

Magnet
Magnetism
Magnetite
Ferrite
Attraction
Repulsion
Genetic Linkage
Chromosomal Crossover
Genetic Marker
Repulsion Theory
Concentration

So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…

A + B = X

Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”

A: ???¿¿¿

I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.

Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?

A: ¿¿¿???

Anyone?

^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^

What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”

It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.

That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.

EX: Does duplication = equal?

Q: For how long?

A: !!!

Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.

Does that matter to you?

It matters to me.

Does that matter to you?

^REZZ – Paranoid (Official Music Video)^

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Iron
Carbon Monoxide
Oxygenation
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Dissolution (Chemistry)
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Electron Magnetic Moment
Bohr Magneton
Quantization (Signal Processing)
Polyphony
Polyphony and Monophony in Instruments
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Nitrile
Aliphatic Aldoxime Dehydratase
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Lyase
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Nitrogen
Nitrogen Cycle
Humus
Hummus
Tofu
Bean Chips
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Ostracism

As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.

I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.

If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…

BEAN CHIPS!!!

^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^

I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.

Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.

Anyway…

yeah.

Or something.

Reason = Reasons = Reason

Or not.

Whatevz.

^BlackGummy – Incoming^

Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.

^Hanayo – Joe Le Taxi^

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Lactiferous Duct
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Bisphenol A
Polycarbonate
Hormone
Hormone-Sensitive Lipase
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Proteomics
Phosphatidylcholine
Biological Membrane
Integral Membrane Protein
Drumhead
Dumb Head
Dickhead
Resonance
Tuned Mass Damper
Structural Integrity and Failure
Normal Mode
Motion
Motion (Physics)

I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.

Next UP!!!

!!!-N¿U?N¿?Y¿A-!!!

^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^

I can’t remember what I was gonna say here.

Srsly...I can't remember.

Honestly…there was something.

Truthfully…I forgots wut it wuz.

Really…I’m not lying.

Well…I might be lying.

Just a little bit tho.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^

Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.

Q: Is time really…relative?

A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.

SIMPLE!!!
Mystery = Solved! Next!

^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^

Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?

A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>

The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.

We are capable of many and much.

Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.

But it’s kinda relative.

Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?

Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.

I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.

I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.

Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.

I gots no answers.

But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.

Why?

Why not.

Someone’s gotta do it.

I appear to have the time.

Results = Atypical.

Atypical

^Meat beat manifesto – Strap down (480p)^

Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening.
Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good.
Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing]
Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point?
Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.
Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box?
Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.