Chickpeas A Chance

A tweet caught my attention this morning, Dear Reader…

Ninamoose101 is feeling sad and depressed

I’m not that keen on the VEG(etari)AN movement. I don’t trust it’s zealotry and I certainly don’t trust it’s sponsors

…Butt, as I’d mentioned last weekend, The Secret Sun site has been busy cataloging the current de-luge of Vega/Vegas/Vegan media messaging…

*That’s a concise little video, Clicky… /lights up… Thanks for pulling it out… /drags… I’d only heard of Jeff Buckley for the first time in the Blue universe… *

…I was intrigued to what they were up to now, so I decided to go and have a look at the “so sad and utterly depressing” article for myself…

Metro Vegan Rubies

*/smirks… I doo like to catch a Roobee reference, Click… /snorts smoke…*

‘My current favourite dinner item is Iceland’s hash brown fries (seriously, try them), dipped in mayo (I never said I was classy).

‘Now, I’ve got two ride or die vegan mayos – Plamil’s garlic mayo, and Vegenaise (only if it’s on offer, because it’s hella expensive) but my eye wandered today when I discovered that there’s a new mayo in town.

‘And it’s made from waste water from the hummus industry.

‘Yup, Rubies in the Rubble mayo is made using aquafaba – the water drained from tins of chickpeas and other legumes. It translates from Latin as ‘bean water’.’

*Mmm… I like hummus, Clicky… /taps ash… And I like mayo… /puffs… especially with ham… /smacks lips…*

*/deep drag… Way to kill the messenger eh, Clicky? …/fiddles with lighter… *

… I confess, Dear Reader, when I read ‘chickpea’ in the article, Cicero sprang to mind…

Cicero’s cognomen, or personal surname, comes from the Latin for chickpeacicer. Plutarch explains that the name was originally given to one of Cicero’s ancestors who had a cleft in the tip of his nose resembling a chickpea. However, it is more likely that Cicero’s ancestors prospered through the cultivation and sale of chickpeas. Romans often chose down-to-earth personal surnames. The famous family names of Fabius, Lentulus, and Piso come from the Latin names of beans, lentils, and peas, respectively.’

… Roman Beans, Lentils and Peas, all vegan staples, but what is ‘aquafaba’? Back to the offending article…

”Of course, using aquafaba to make mayo isn’t new – the aforementioned vegan mayos use aquafaba from soy beans – but Rubies’ aquafaba is a byproduct of the hummus industry.

‘‘We were inspired to get back into the kitchen after we saw a vegan foodie blogger was making gorgeous looking meringue with aquafaba, saying it performed just like egg whites,’ says Rubies co-founder, Jenny Costa.’

*You just had to bring it back to physics, Clicky… /rolls eyes… *

Rubble scratch

*Yeah… /pats snout… I don’t understand it either… /final drag… Shall we wrap this one up?*

Hold Your Horses

*What?… /stubs butt…*

chickpea crisis

*Oh fuck! Well that’s even more of a reason for hummus producers to sell their been water to the vegans… Waste not, want knot…*

Apparently, we are in the midst of a great ‘Chickpea Crisis‘, Dear Reader…

Scooby snigger

*I know! Shh…*

‘The price of popular brand Me Too! has gone up by 12p for a 250g pot and 19p for a 500g pot. But the makers say the price rises have been down to the supermarkets.’

Whoa! Brand #metoo is getting kinda pricey. I think we need a Song 😉

 

Of Straws and Camels

‘The idiom the straw that broke the camel’s back, alluding to the proverb “it is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back”, describes the seemingly minor or routine action which causes an unpredictably large and sudden reaction, because of the cumulative effect of small actions.’

Lots to cover in this Sat ‘ere day post, Dear Reader. First, let’s start with a ridiculous ‘camel’ item of news that crossed my twitter feed yesterday…

‘A camel beauty contest in Saudi Arabia has been rocked by scandal after 12 ships of the desert were disqualified because their owners had used Botox on them.

‘Prize money for the Miss Camel contest runs into millions of pounds, making the temptation to cheat irresistible for some.’

*A camel walk instead of cat-walk eh, Clicky? …/lights up…*

‘Competitors in the beauty contest are rated on, amongst other things, the size of their lips and cheeks, which is where the illicit use of Botox comes in.’

Generally botox, a highly toxic substance, is known for being used cosmetically to remove wrinkles in the upper third of the face. But wrinkles around the mouth? Well, that leads me onto the ridiculous ‘straw’ item of news that I saw yesterday, Dear Reader. Time for a ‘selfie’, this taken in the Blue universe of Frank Davis and his post ‘Obsession‘…

Roob asks about sucking

So let me get this straight: waiting staff, the very people smokers were thrown out onto the street to ‘save’, can now be fined $1,000 and/or jailed for providing customers with an unsolicited plastic straw

*/deep drag… Hmm… Desert ships and an angry octopus, Clicky? …/thinks… Octo-pussy? …/*

*Ha! /streams smoke… Bonded… /taps ASH… The baddie crashes the plane… /sucks on cig…*

Funnily enough, following the last LoL post, Cade has did indeed written a music review, and one of the albums both he and his son, Poncho, reviewed was Lunar Womb by The Obsessed…

*/cough… It’s not my kind of music I’m afraid, Clicky, but I’ll accept Poncho’s word that “If Black Sabbath fucked Black Flag’s attitude after smoking a fat ass J, you have this album”… /continues puffing… Fascinating reading though…*

I also rewatched The Zero Theorem last night, Dear Reader. Cade watched it as well as he’d never seen it. He wasn’t around on MEROVEE in March 2014, when just posting the trailer for the film turned the Red universe of Frank and commentators upside down

TZT Joby Qohen Neutrinos and Mass

neutrino (n.)

“neutral particle smaller than a neutron,” 1934, from Italian neutrino, coined 1933 by Italian physicist Enrico Fermi from neutro “neuter” (see neuter (adj.)) + -ino, diminutive suffix.

neuter (adj.)

late 14c., of grammatical gender, “neither masculine nor feminine,” from Latin neuter “of the neuter gender,” literally “neither one nor the other,” from ne- “not, no” (from PIE root *ne- “not”) + uter “either (of two)” (see whether). Probably a loan-translation of Greek oudeteros “neither, neuter.” In 16c., it had the sense of “taking neither side, neutral.”

neuter (v.)

1903, from neuter (adj.). Originally in reference to pet cats. Related: Neuteredneutering.

*Another straw, Clicky? Or Catty Newman…/smirks…  the culture of ‘zero tolerance’ is inherently weak… /final drag… it has never learnt to tolerate… /shrugs…*

And speaking of neutral, I spotted a familiar face, topped with straw coloured hair on a bus in the film. I hadn’t spotted before, and it synced with another news story I read yesterday that involved a Swiss church. In the film, Qohen lives in an fire damaged church…

TZT Boris Johnson on a bus.gif

Scientists in the Swiss city of Basel have solved a decades-old mystery over the identity of a mummified woman.

‘Their research revealed a surprise: the woman is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother of UK Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson.

‘The body was uncovered in 1975 while renovations were being done on Basel’s Barfüsser Church.’

*And another camel, Clicky …/stubs butt…*

‘Now the scientists and the historians were sure: the mummy was none other than Anna Catharina Bischoff. Born in Basel in 1719, she died there in 1787.

‘Once her identity had been established, genealogists were able – with the help of the efficient records of births, marriages, and deaths which tend to be kept by the wealthier classes – to trace more of Anna Catharina’s descendants.

‘She had seven children. Only two survived childhood, but one daughter, also Anna, married a certain Christian Hubert Baron Pfeffel von Kriegelstein. Five generations of von Pfeffels later, and we find Marie Luise von Pfeffel marrying one Stanley Fred Williams.

‘Their daughter Yvonne married Osman Wilfred Johnson Kemal… and their son, Stanley Johnson, is British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson’s father.’

Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader ❤ … And have a Song… 😉

Memo Mia

I’ve the afternoon off from PAing, Dear Reader…

flexitime

*Ha! …/flicks lighter… Gotta say, Clicky, the flexitime at work is fucking BRILLIANT! …/lights up…*

…And I thought I’d do a shamble about #releasethememo

*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*

*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*

memo (n.)

1889, shortening of memorandum (q.v.).

memorandum (n.)

early 15c., from Latin memorandum “(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus “worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare “to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.

…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…

*It looks like Donna could be dead, Clicky…*

Donna

*Heh! Donna the PA assistant to The Doctor… /deep drag… Of course, Clicky, Meryl was also Sophie…*

morpheus choice

*Give or take… /rolls eyes… some choice! …/stubs butt… Memento/\Matrix, though… /thinks… No! One shamble at a time, Clicky…*

g5zjz8

*/:D… Perfick, Click… /flicks lighter and lights up…*

… And then Cade DMed me with a story, Dear Reader… Cue selfies 😉

Cade asks Roob if she's seen the letter

A story of release via escape, with a future plea in the past…

A letter emerged…’

Colon Capital D

*Frank? Witch one? Red and Blue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*

‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.

U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.

‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeral disguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’

Clara

*The ‘A Gender’ Agenda? …/puffs merrily…*

Cade Roob Memo Mercury Laugh

*The goddess of memory is Mnemosyne … /fills lungs with smoke… John Lamb Lash says she’s an aspect of Sophia… /blows smoke rings…*

*/coughs uncontrollablyYou can say that again! *

Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…

Cade pix The Queers Don't Back DownCade pix Yellow postit inside album

He explained…

Cade explains and apologises

Sew, I told him

… And he sent me some lemon and limey postit memos in return… 😀

It’s now Thursday evening, Dear Reader, and I’ve got ironing to do yet… Work tomorrow…

giphy

*/final drag… Nice one, Clicky… /stubs butt… Thanks for your help this afternoon… /pats snout…*

Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Hook, Line & Syncher

Dear Reader, the latest missive from Cade, set out below, has been a tad difficult to format…

*’Use the new and improved editor’ WordPress says… Lose all your fucking formatting and music videos up to that point is the result… *

*Yep! The bastards! I had to start it all over again… /sigh… Go get a suitable Song to stick in the bottom, Clicky…*

*/splutters… For fuck’s sake… /guffaws… Oh Clicky, I’m pretty sure it’s not that Jack Jones’s quote… /wipes tear from eye…*

*******

This is the greeting you get.

  If you don’t like it, feel free to fuck off.

But before you go, I’d like to point something out…

What I did there...do you see it?

This is the hook.

It’s catchy…you like it.

Oh…and…Howdy!

^BSOD / This Is Also The Hook [full version]^

If it’s easy to deceive, doesn’t it stand to reason, that it is also easy to be deceived? Sounds easy. I’m easy. But I’m not looking for a relationship right now, so let’s skip the fucking part, and we can just go our separate ways, and everyone is happy.

Nice knowin' ya. 

There are two types of hooks…a hook “J”, and a ring “O”, but both are hooks. There can be all kinds of crazy iterations of those two, but let’s keep it on fishing.

A hook, “J”, can be somewhat easily added, and somewhat easily removed. However, once you have caught your fish, you are going to want to keep the “keeper” varieties of fishes, so you are going to need a stringer…”O”…a hook that cannot be removed.

I wonder if fishes that have been caught, then either escaped or were thrown back, ever really have that hook removed?

^Truss – Beacon^

We’ve not done this in a while…so…let’s do it…

RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!

From today’s featured article…

S-50 (Manhattan Project) – an electroplated steel corrosion-resistant fuel line. It was one of three technologies for uranium enrichment pursued by the Manhattan Project.
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Süleyman of Germiyan – the ruler of Germiyan an Anatolian beylik between 1363 and 1388.
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Malayalam Calendar – a solar and sidereal Hindu calendar used in Kerala, India. The origin of the calendar has been dated as 825 CE (Pothu Varsham) at Kollam.
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Oviraptor – a genus of small Mongolian theropod dinosaurs, first discovered by technician George Olsen in an expedition led by Roy Chapman Andrews, and first described by Henry Fairfield Osborn, in 1924.
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Law & Order: Special Victims Unit – an American police procedural, legal, crime drama television series set in New York City, where it is also primarily produced.
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Owens Cross Roads, Alabama – a town in Madison County, Alabama, United States, and is included in the Huntsville-Decatur Combined Statistical Area. It was incorporated in 1967.[3] As of the 2010 Census, the population of the town was 1,521.
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Varmint (album) – an album by American jazz vibraphonist Jason Adasiewicz, which was recorded in 2008 and released on Cuneiform. It was the second recording with his quintet Rolldown, featuring cornetist Josh Berman, saxophonist Aram Shelton, bassist Jason Roebke and drummer Frank Rosaly.
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NGC 7331 Group – a group of galaxies in the constellation Pegasus. spiral galaxy NGC 7331 is the brightest member of the group. This group is also called the Deer Lick Group,[1] and contains four other members; NGC 7335, NGC 7336, NGC 7337 and NGC 7340, affectionately referred to as the “fleas”.
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Chah-e Darmohammad Makam – a village in Dumak Rural District, in the Central District of Zahedan County, Sistan and Baluchestan Province, Iran. At the 2006 census, its existence was noted, but its population was not reported.
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Charlton Rauch House – a historic home located at Lexington, Lexington County, South Carolina. It was built in 1886, and is a 2 1/2- story, frame vernacular Queen Anne style house with an irregular plan and a gable roof.
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Lodi Crushers – a collegiate woodbat baseball team based in Lodi, California. They are charter members of the Great West League and play their home games at Tony Zupo Field in Lodi.
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Girolamo Tiraboschi – an Italian literary critic, the first historian of Italian literature.
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Pyrausta Omicronalis – a moth in the Crambidae family. It was described by Snellen in 1880. It is found on Sumatra.
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Craig Doyle (hurler) – an Irish hurler who plays as a full-forward for the Carlow senior team.
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Filipino Cuisine – is composed of the cuisines of 135 distinct ethno-linguistic tribes found within the Philippine archipelago, however, majority of mainstream Filipino dishes that compose Filipino cuisine are from the cuisines of the Bikol, Chabakano, Hiligaynon, Ilokano, Kapampangan, Meranaw, Pangasinan, Sebwano (or Bisaya), Tagalog, and Waray ethno-linguistic tribes.
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Sanjurge – a small rural village and former-civil parish in the municipality of Chaves, in the Portuguese district of Vila Real. In 2013, the parish located 6 kilometres (3.7 mi) from the centre of Chaves, was merged into the new parish of Santa Cruz-Trindade e Sanjurge, as part of the White Paper on local authority reform.
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Welp…there ya fucking go…a long overdue Random Wikipedia Attack. Hope you learned as much as I did. Oh, and sorry we have done it in a while.

I miss doing it with you too. 

I had no idea that such a thing as “hurling” existed as a sport, ‘cept for as it pertains to drinking. After a night of excessive Jim Beam – or too much beer + too much food – I could prolly sometimes compete with the best of hurlers, as hurling pertains to puking.

 ^nthng – Human^

Cfrank Davis has some new bullshit today…

Arrogant Manipulative Busybodies

The first thing that popped into my head was…

“wait…what happened to tar?”

I thought that “tar” was “the killer” with respect to cigarettes? Has something changed? And if so, what changes that were changed, are likely to change further? I’ve no doubt that “the pro-smoking” brigade has many valid points, butt it always burns down down to one.

(pun intended) 

That said, this “crusader” bullshit is a tough animal to tangle with. Its difficult to know how to get involved in something you feel passionately about. And if you get involved with something to protect people, all while smashing the fuck out of people… Erm, something does not compute.

This bullshit bickering from certain groups/interests has to boil down to sterility. Sterility meaning: method of delivery. Coffee/Caffeine and it’s delivery, is relatively clean, not to mention the dependence on water.

Or had you forgotten about that angle? 

I don’t see a rush to reduce or remove caffeine from all coffee(s), which means that’s exactly what is on the agenda once nicotine has been better caged.

So yeah, delivery and delivery mechanisms. We want clean and sterile ones; clean and sterile removes variables, which allows for more efficient, accurate and dependable throughput. Methinks someone is missing something.

(pun intended)
^Jon Hopkins – Collider (Karenn Remix)^

Shipping is where the money is. Freight, transport – it doesn’t matter if you are downloading something from The Internet, getting something delivered via UPS that you bought off of The Internet, munching on a Snickers bar, or taking a breath, or even taking a shit…

It's all shipping. 

Matter(s) and motion(s), in motion, intercepted and/or redirected for a time by someone or something, then passed on from there. Everything comes from somewhere, and everything goes somewhere.

This is the hook, it's catchy, you like it. 

You get your ass in a car, or on a bus, or on a train, or in your wheelchair, or whatever…then you pedal your goofy ass to and fro…shipped from here, delivered to there. All while carrying loads of shit with you, up to, and including…yep…shit.

Clothes, air(s), food(s), water(s), memory/memories…all while piling more crap on and shrugging other crap off. It’s the nature of travel in nature I guess.

Passenger/Passengers. 

All it takes, is for some clever motherfucker(s) to see this and these processes, recognize them for what they are, repackage them, and they can capitalize on it. Sounds…parasitic.

Or does it?
^Dj Randy – Deception^

LegIron has a MASSIVE new batch of bullshit up over at UBU…

Babbling elsewhere

What a fucking rip-off. There wasn’t ANYTHING there. Just a link to more bullshit elsewhere. I’m writing my congressman/congresswoman, to voice my rage, and then I’m starting a new group.

Meh...

I’m too lazy for all that nonsense. Let’s follow the rabbit trail a shade further…

Why are there so many smoking scenes in movies and TV shows?

Why…would anyone…who is in their right mind…take the time…to volunteer to answer random-assed questions…for free…on some website?

Don’t they have some robot that can do this shit? Aren’t there books someone can read? Plus, most of these questions are stupid anyway, so, why take the time?

A: The need unmet.

Any questions?

 ^Yello – Bubbling Under^

Is it possible for a “non-rhythm” to be rhythmic? If not, then any theories you might have about “alternate-universe(s)” and/or “alternate-realities” are going to have to go right out the fucking window. There are always spans within a span. Times to each and every purpose, as it were.

So back on hooks, a “J” will hook for a span, and an “O” will also hook for a span, but they both overlap.

Q1: What if you keep the fish, but don’t use a stringer after catching the fish?

A2: ?¿?

Q2: YEAH!!! What if you use a net instead of a hook to catch your fish?

A2: ¿?¿

Okay, so let’s take this step by step…the answer to the first question is “O” = your piehole instead of a stringer. Not to mention your eyes, nose, and ears, but let’s keep it to your mouth is an “O”, that will eventually snare the fish “more permanently”.

With that out of the way…the answer to the second question is substitute “I” for “J”. In this case, “I” = a needle. Just like a hook (“J”), which is nothing more than an bent needle (“I”), and needles are required to make a net. Needles are required to make up a net also.

Threads. 

Enter “S”. String Theory, M-Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Theoretical Physics, Set Theory, Chaos Theory, and on and on…What could they POSSIBLY have to do with…fishing? My guess – and this is just going to be a guess – but, if nothing else, ”landing a big fish” might have something to do with it.

 ^Objekt – Cactus^

Not all “big fish” are as big as you might think tho. According to science, “The Universe” originally started with an infinitely small “everything” that was all wadded up and bubbling in a single point. With that in mind, thinking scientifically anyway, the biggest fish of all, would in fact, be the smallest.

Q: Perspective?

A: SAY...fucking...WHAT?!?!?!?

OK, I’ll grant you that…but think of this…

Q: Ever heard of a slingshot?

A: !!!

Yeah, I’ve had some ideas about “membranes” as it relates to proximities and contexts. The bubble of our atmosphere, the bubbles/concentrations of gas(es) within it, bubbles in water, bubbles in rock, bubbles in magma and lava…blah blah blah. But bubbles can, and do, warp.

That said, that’s not really where I was headed. Where I was headed, was needles. A point, at a point, within a point, that stretches the point…

Think of a bubble (a point).

Think of a grain of sand within that bubble (b point).

Think of that grain of sand, contacting the surface of the bubble from within (c point).

If we think of the bubble, as our Universe, and the grain of sand as a particle of matter trying to stretch the boundaries of that bubble/membrane, that leaves us with one question…

Q: What is outside of the bubble that allows this expansion to happen?

A: Maybe membranes are stimulated to expand/stimulate expansions in ways that we've not considered?

I’ve certainly not considered them. I mean, I have, but I’ve never talked about it. Why? Welp…lemme take it down a notch or two.

^Yello More (rockabilly mix)^

Why would something, as ridiculously small as a grain of sand, that’s pressed up against the outer limits of our Universe…NOT…have infinite mass? I mean, the weight and mass of the entire Universe is pressing against it…is it not?

The entire weight of our Universe, is pressing up against this grain of sand, and the grain of sand is pressing up against this membrane that is the outermost region of The Universe… So what is pressing back? Is anything pressing back? Or is our grain of sand being urged onward and outward by the entirety of existence.

Let’s say that there is an outer limit to which the grain of sand can go, but our grain of sand is going to go through some amazing changes before it eventually snaps back and returns. What happens?

I dunno, but I have some ideas.
^Yello – La Habanera^

K…so it’s 15:13 in the afternoon on January 22, and me and Roob have been talking a bit on Twitter. There have been a couple of things mentioned that have casually crossed paths with what I’ve been writing on/thinking about today. Now that I’ve started to think about how to address these “crossings”, I’ve gotten kinda lost in my thinking. Not about any of the bullshit, above, because crap like that is always floating around in my head. Relating it…

welp...

that's a horse of a different color...

isn't it?

No one reads this bullshit, so, why do I bother? Welp…I know that a couple of people do read this bullshit. Maybe not all the time, and that’s OK, but I know Roob reads it, and I read it. Prolly gonna be some that accuse me of being “Narcissus-like” as I peer into the me that is me via my writing, but there’s PLENTY of ugly on both the inside and outside that help me balance “shit-thinking” like that out. The “shit-thinking” being, others liberally gracing me with whatever labels are handy at the time.

Ironic that they don't take time into consideration when doing so.
^Arcade Fire – Everything Now^

If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 pm in the evening, you may be right.

If you label me as dirty and needing a shower at 9:00 am in the morning, you may be right.

What's missing? 

Welp, what additional requirements do you have for me?

Are you implying that I need to put on some cologne or deodorant?

Or are you implying that I need to take a shower?

Will a bath suffice?

Do I need to use soap?

What kind?

Do I need a shampoo, or can I just use the soap?

Do I need to also use conditioner, or is one of those shampoos with “built-in conditioner(s)” going to be OK?

Now that I’ve done all that for you…now what? Point being, I may be clean in the morning, but dirty in the evening. I may be dirty in the morning, but clean in the evening. When are we meeting, and what is it you want to do with me that I need to meet your inspection requirements at the time of said meeting? Or was that just a friendly “y0 dude!!! YOU STINK!!!” kind of thing? Ya know…like, you stink, just sayin’…chill on the overthinking.

lolz

Sry. Just trying to make the writing interesting. I realize that you’ve an investment in taking the time to read it, so, I take that into consideration when writing. I say “hi” when and where I can, and that’s kinda all I can do. Anything beyond that would seem…rude.

^New Order – Regret^

YES I WORRY ABOUT BEING RUDE IN MY WRITING!!! IS THAT OK WITH YOU, FUCKING DUNDERHEADS?!?!?!?

Jesus fucking CHRIST you assholes are impossible to please and/or appease.

😉

^Of Monsters and Men – Mountain Sound (Official Video)^

Lot’s of shit, that has no answers, gets dumped, and then it lays there until someone picks it up.

EX: Yesterday, on my own blog, I took the time to look up the lyrics to a song by The Smiths, and I found something that I’ve long searched for, but had forgotten that I ever even asked the question. The question was…

”what in the FUCK is he saying there towards the end of the song?!?!?!?”

A: 'I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell'

Mystery = SOLVED MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Motherfucking Next!

^Max Webster – Let Go The Line (1979)^

Let’s do some digging…CADE STYLE!!!

Newport Pagnell
Baubo
Domesday Book

I’m gonna stop right there, and just point out, that “The Domesday Book” was supposedly the first all encompassing census of the entire country. So, Newport Pagnell’s first mention being in this particular book, should really not be that big of a surprise. Synchronistically speaking anyway.

jmo. Onward.
Newport Pagnell Railway Station
Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Redenhall
Hochstetter
Nieuwpoort, Belgium
Fly Zone
No-Fly Zone
No Fly List
Terrorist Screening Center
Vienna, Virginia
Sterling, Virginia
Loudoun County, Virginia
Chesapeake Beach, Virginia
Beach
On the Beach (Novel)

I’ve been listening to The Smiths since the late 1980’s, and prolly know the words to every Smiths song. However, that line from “Is It Really So Strange” has always eluded me. Knowing a bit about Morissey’s lyrical musings, I simply assumed it was something:

A) English, and

B) funny.

He can be quite sarcastic sounding, and even bitter or morose, but there is always an edge of humor to it. When Morrisey writes sad shit…you know it. Prolly why his humor stands out in the way that it does, even in, and amongst, sad shit.

^The Hollies The Air That I Breathe^

About 4 years ago or so, around this same time of year, January, I drove up to the store around midnight to buy me some snuff. It was VERY cold. The temperature was well below freezing, windy, and generally inhospitable.

Upon entering the store, there was a guy standing in front of, and to side of the counter, indicating that he was not a customer per se/not standing in line: large red duffle bag at his feet, dressed warmly, but his clothing was severely lacking, and it was obvious that he was a hitchhiker seeking refuge from the elements. I stifled any further judgment(s), continued to the counter, bought my snuff, and when my purchase was completed, I turned to the guy and asked him if he needed some cash. His response was…

“What I need is, a place to go.”

I told him that I couldn’t help there, but I then asked him if he had plenty of warm clothes, and he said he did not. So, I went home, grabbed a plain black sweatshirt, a long-sleeve wool undershirt, a couple of t-shirts, a few pairs of normal socks, one pair of thick wool socks, a toboggan cap, then found a small duffle/knapsack to put it all in. I then gathered UP three heavy coats that I got from my mother when my father died, then headed back up to the store.

When I got there, I gave him the bag with the clothes in it, told him what was in it and how he should layer them. Then I showed him the three coats and told him “pick one”. He took a heavy winter coat that my father used to wear when he “went out” – it was a pretty nice coat/looked nice, that dad would wear when it was cold and he was going some place that required a nice dress. He often wore his cowboy hat when he wore this particular coat.

Anyway, me and this guy talked a bit. He told me that his wife had kicked him out, and he was headed back to where he had some family.

“Where’s that?” I asked.

“Sterling Virgina,” he replied to my astonishment. Me being me, I know there is sometimes nothing coincidental about coincidence, so I smiled and said…

”No way! I lived there for several years.”

The look he gave me was one of utter disbelief. Shock. Almost like my generosity was about to take an ominous turn. But I stood my ground, didn’t retreat, and started talking to him about familiar things that only someone who had lived in that area would know. His posture relaxed a bit as I talked about fueling airplanes at Dulles, and how much money I saved on gas driving back and forth to work when I moved from Charles Town West Virginia to Sterling Virginia.

I apologized for not being able to provide him with a place to stay, but told him that I hoped the clothes and coat helped out. He went back into the store, and I got back into my car, and left. On the drive home, all I could think about was the fact that Whatshername and me were on the outs, both wanting a divorce with no means to get one. I wondered how many times I teetered on bailing the fuck out before she kicked me all the way to the curb. Is that what it looks like?

Did he know how, with a glance, I knew that his dress was inadequate for long-term exposure to this kind of weather? Did my taking the time explain my spending a lot of long, cold winter nights fueling airplanes at Dulles airport – which is partially within Sterling Virginia – and how to layer clothing accordingly help him in any way? Was he completely freaked out by our “Virginia” connection? Was I?

I can only speak for myself…and my answer is yes, I was a tad freaked out, but not really. That kind of shit happens to us all the time, but we tend to dismiss and/or ignore, and move on. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone is different.

I think about that dude quite a bit. Where is he? How is he doing? How is his ex-wife? Kids? I have a similar red duffle bag. I keep it packed at all times. I’ll likely never see that guy again.

Weird world.
 ^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^

cYacFa

^The Smiths – Shoplifters Of The World Unite (Subtitulada en Español)^

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*The Smiths? That’s the song Cade mentions in his missive… /squints… To go with the Jack Jones song at top?*

*/rolls eyes…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: The Blighty Bounce

Roobs tells Leggy about the missive experiment

Experiment (n.)

mid-14c., “action of observing or testing; an observation, test, or trial;” also “piece of evidence or empirical proof; feat of magic or sorcery,” from Old French esperment“practical knowledge, cunning; enchantment, magic spell; trial, proof, example; lesson, sign, indication,” from Latin experimentum “a trial, test, proof, experiment,” noun of action from experiri“to try, test,” from ex-“out of” (see ex-) + peritus“experienced, tested,” from PIE *per-yo-, suffixed form of root *per- (3) “to try, risk.”

Blighty

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I think I just started liking Twitter a lot less just now.

😐

It’s prolly more a case of I liking myself less.

|-:

That said, we live and learn, I guess.

//me\\

\\shrugs//
^Cocteau Twins – Pur^


Anyway…so um…it’s Friday. It’s 13:20. I was gonna go get me something to eat, but my stomach just shrunk to the size of a walnut or smaller, so I’ll get to the important stuff.

Mer

Stop Wait a sec

*What? What did you spot, Clicky? …/squints… Mercury TransporterMerC… /:O… 137 and Shewanella?… /wrinkles nose… Eww…*

Continue with Wiki Wavy Wall

Maine Eastern Railroad (Redirected from MERR)
Middle East Respiratory Syndrome
Mers (Disambiguation)
Mortgage Electronic Registration Systems
Mur
Mur
Murr
Myrrh
Reston, Virginia
Washington Metro
Orange Line (Washington Metro)

I had an idea. I had a thought. Started writing. Got sidetracked.

Idea = Gone

Maybe it’ll come back. Let’s keep writing, and see if it does.

UPDATE: I remembered <golf clap>

Just wrote two more sections, and as I was editing/formatting the above, I remembered.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Dervish (Club Mix)^

If someone spent, the better part of their life, not being able to talk to others…and then suddenly, they were able to talk to others… I wonder what that would feel like, when and if that same someone was suddenly not able to talk to others again. Would it be the same pain as before? Or would it be a new and different pain.

We are supposedly supposed to learn from others. Some employ the kick, some employ the pet. Some may even employ both, depending on present circumstance. Where is my heart? Like…right now…where is my heart? It was in all kinds of places just a few minutes ago. But something happened to change that. So, again I ask myself…

where is my heart? 

Welp…it sure the fuck wasn’t in “fear mode” prior to, and it sure the fuck doesn’t feel like “fear mode” now, so I cannot but wonder where my heart is. I don’t feel like retreating, and I don’t feel like advancing, so what is this feeling that I feel?

FON - Freak Of Nature

That’s the best I got. Don’t run to, don’t run away. Curl up, and take it. It’ll be over at some point. When the storm passes, pick myself up, and move on. No need to calculate…no need to tally…no need for facts nor figures…no need for revenge nor justice nor anything else…just, move on. I’ll know when I know, or I won’t. Either way, I’ll know.

FON <> Fawn

Just thought I should prolly point that out to anyone who might decide to look up the “Fight or Flight” concept. There has been an addition of sorts to “fight or flight response” types of research, and that is the addition of “fawn” to describe those who hunker down and take the beating instead of trying to fight or flee.

That does not apply to “FON”. FON is a knowing that you will survive the beating, and in fact, you are supposed to survive the beating. We’re on dangerous ground here.

^Simian Mobile Disco – A Species Out Of Control^

Let’s see what’s happening in the world of invention…

The IllumiBowl toilet night light helps you find relief after dark.

Illuminati = confirmed. 

They are watching you pee and poo. Anal probes are prolly next logical step. Might wanna think about potential “upgrades” for this glow shitter before buying one. Suddenly…”automatic updates” just lost ALL appeal 😉

I digest. I mean...digress.

I’ve always wondered what happens when I take a shit in the dark. I’ve also wondered what happens when I take a shit in the restroom of a discotheque and/or when I’m tripping balls on some psychedelic drug. It would appear that all of those questions can now be answered, and can be answered in the safety and convenience of my own home.

Not that I have a home, nor that I will be getting one of these new “glow shitters” when and if I do someday get a home of my own. But I can sleep well tonight in the knowledge that these things now exist in the event I do get a home someday. PLUS…I can rest well knowing, that someone…somewhere…out there…is shitting on a glowy toilet with a built in laser light show, that also kills the fuck out of bacteria.

Not to mention that, as the article points out, “the dark” of your own home, and you wandering through it “can be genuinely dangerous”. I guess light switches have grown far too complex or difficult to operate. Then there’s the communal nature of light switches: no telling who has been touching that light switch; they may not be as thorough and thoughtful as you are about washing their hands after touching your filthy bits all over while peeing and pooping. So why touch a filthy disease infested light switch if you don’t need to? People are diseased and filthy.

What a world.
^Mathew Jonson – Marionette^

K…so, I remembered where I was going with this bullshit. So the question now becomes…do I:

A) keep writing here, or

B) turn this into a missive and send it to Roob?

A: We'll see.

Time Now = 14:07. Date Now = Friday January 19th, 2018.

^Ross From Friends – Talk To Me You’ll Understand^

Lemme start this line of bullshit by giving a shade of insight as to how I see/interpret a lot of this crap transpiring “in the world”.

Simple = A War Of The Sexes

Yep, not a battle…this is full on, balls-to-the-wall…war.

Complex = The Internet

Things just got REALLY fucking simple.

Woah woah WOAH dude!!! You just listed “complex”, and are implying that the complex/complexity made everything simple?

Yep. The Internet = 100% male. 

You cannot dispute the above. It is fact. Designed in totality, and occupied by, males. Males and only males. There are no women/females on The Internet, and this is well known. If you don’t already know this, you are a fucking idiot and a moron, and should get the fuck off The Internet immediately, if not sooner.

Now that we are aware of “The Internet” being populated by just and only men/males, we can now further qualify and quantify what type(s) of men/males are occupying “The Web”.

Men are pigs.

Mystery = Motherfucking SOLVED!!! Next!

^Luke Vibert – I Love Acid^

Why would someone need to be equipped to take a beating? Don’t we need to determine motivation(s)? Establish right and wrong? Guilt and justice?

Q1: Do you know why someone is beating the fuck out of you?

A1: ?¿?

Q2: Do you know why someone wants to beat the fuck out of you?

A2: ¿?¿

If you choose to do so, there’s lots to think about there. And I’m not sure about you, but I’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit in my life. I’ve seen people get the fuck kicked out of them just because they were there. No rhyme, no reason…they were there, and that was the only mistake they made.

Now, you’ve prolly already jumped to both the “before” and “after” parts. But does that matter in the moment? Someone is standing on the street, and some other someone wanders by, and proceeds to kick the fuck out of the other, because they can.

^Jad & The Ladyboy – Step In My Direction | Exploited^

Now that you are questioning these events…may I point something out to you?

Q: Who is involved in this and these goings on?

A: Yeah...YOU!!!

Why are you involved all of a sudden, and who is it that you’ve got a mind to start beating up on? Not such an easy question to answer…is it? Because now, you are equally culpable. I hope you make the right decision(s).

Good luck.
^JMII – Thrills (John Talabot’s Early Edit)^

Can you imagine what God had to go through, in inventing humans, by getting their bodies to functioning well enough to take a shit? When you think about that, then follow the digestive tract backwards, and consider all that God had to do to get humans and their bodies functioning well enough to eat…Man, what a ride, eh?

Lots of things to consider there. 

I mean, prolly a reason or two for eating and shitting in the first place…right? Now…when you start to consider how much life is on this planet…Woah, that’s a lot of building. Prolly took some time. Prolly took a fuckton of time. Are we on the same page? Or have you already decided that, not only are we on the same page, but we are reading from the same book? I wonder what book it could possibly be?

 Erm...The Bible? 

OF COURSE!!! WHAT OTHER BOOK COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?!?!?!?

Damn. You are one narrow-minded motherfucker :/
^Kevin Saunderson feat. Inner City – Big Fun (Simian Mobile Disco Remix)^

Lets see if we can pick up some messages that might be coming via alternate pathways.

Mercury (Element)

Isn’t Mercury, the element, kinda…prevalent in our modern world? Like…prevalent in ways that we may not like. Welp, you like your gold…right? If so, that means you like Mercury too. It also means you like Cyanide. The more you like Gold, the more you like Mercury and Cyanide. Not to mention your romance with explosives. Oh, and mining. Not to mention shipping and transportation services. And not forgetting the jewelry industry/industries.

Am I piling it on too thick? 

Or is it becoming more clear just how connected and interconnected everything is?

Mercury (Mythology)

Does everyone get their say? Andy Warhol sure seemed to have an opinion on the matter.

Campbell’s Soup Cans

Andy Warhol

Did you know that The Campbell’s Soup company now owns a Texas-born staple?

Pace Foods

What is significant about this fact, is that The Campbell’s Soup Company is based in New Jersey. Pace Picante sauce is as readily found in Texas pantries, as Mayonnaise is found in Holland, Denmark and England. And thanks to the movie Pulp Fiction, we all know what those idiots do with mayonnaise.

What are the top ten countries for mayonnaise consumption per capita?

BLOOPS!!! Holland, Denmark, and England are nowhere to be found on that list. Must be a statistical error. Or urban legend. Whatever the case, it’s sure to be human error.

^Mistakes Are OK – Forgiven (Edward Remix)^

Stop Wait a sec

*Yes, Clicky, what now? …/listens…*

*A second part? …/grins… Doo you mean a ‘number two’? …/rolls eyes… Okay. You go tell Cade what we’re gonna do, Clicky…*

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*/hollers… OH! AND DON’T FORGET TO BRING THE LINK TO CADE’S POST BACK YOU… /sigh… Must of needed to go or sumfing…*

Dear Reader, the second half of this missive experiment will be along in a little while. Have a Song whilst you’re waiting…

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Tapestry? */snap…* His Story!

Cade sent across another missive last night, Dear Reader, and I’m delighted to present it for your perusal, below.

I believe the Okie Devil was inspired to write it by the Bayeux Tapestry, and the news that it could be leaving France for the first time in 950 years, to be displayed in the UK…

*Ha! My favourite tweet on the subject, Clicky… /lights up…*

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*/shrugs… Harold Godwinson was the last of the Anglo-Saxon kings, Clicky…*

*/drags… He’s not wrong… /streams smoke… I LOVE that album…*

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GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…AND THEN WE’LL TALK!!!

Is this the dogma of “The West”?

Is this the dogma of “business”?

Is this the dogma of “government”?

Surely this cannot be the dogma of government. If someone has their shit together, the government should have no business whatsoever with me.

Oh really? 

How do they know “your shit is wired tight”?

GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…OR ELSE!!!

IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!!

Everything, about all of those, says…

“AWAY!!!”

Go away.

Stay away.

Stay back.

Keep back.
Back away.
And don't stop until you fall off the planet.
^Crystal Chakra Meditation 1 Hour^

I just saw one of those “vanishing Tweets” and was about to comment on it, but it disappeared. A shame too, because it was interesting. I guess I’ll have to do my own homework…so let’s get to it!

The Tweet was about The Bayeux Tapestry, and the Tweet contained a picture of a news story, and the headline asserted that…

“The tapestry is a great historical so-and-so about The Battle of Hastings”

…then asked the question:

“…but is it any good.”

I was only allowed to see the Tweet for a moment, because when I went to start writing my comment, I got a pop-up that said…

“You may not be able to complete this action”

…so I refreshed my page to see if something had gone wack with my browser, but when the page finished refreshing, the Tweet was gone.

Now…I’ve noticed quite a few “disappearing Tweets” from this particular user. But before we get too hung up on “the commercial aspects/angles” and/or “social/political/personal implications” of someone deleting Tweets, let’s pick a better, more juicy target to pick on…

me.

I found the story….

The Bayeux Tapestry – historic, yes, but is it any good? Johnathan Jones

I don’t have the text of the Tweet, but as soon as I saw the headline, and thought about what I thought the headline said, it got me to IMMEDIATELY thinking…

DUDE!!! You read ALL of that shit completely…fucking…WRONG!!!

But before I get to picking on myself too much, let me tell you the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the Tweet…

“The Bayeux Tapestry is going up for sale.”

The Tweet did not contain a link to the story, which is why I was going to comment at all. I figured that the author of the Tweet had given all of the information they cared to give, and was hoping that someone would engage with them based on the facts presented. And what were the facts presented?

  • Screen-shot image of story,
  • Tweet text comment from user, which included a reference to “1066”.

I recall “1066” being in the text of the Tweet, but that’s all I recall. The rest of the contents is kinda…fuzzy…but I remember the overall vibe of the text. So…having watched this particular user for a while, let’s now go back, and see if they’ve made a new Tweet with the same contents.*

*My thinking at this point is, they forgot something, deleted the Tweet, and will make a new Tweet with the missing/corrected whatever.

^Muse – Madness^

BINGO!!!

At the time of this writing, it shows that the tweet was made 21 minutes ago, which means that it took me 21 minutes to think about, and write, all that bullshit above. No fucking wonder I don’t write for a living. I digress.

The text of the above tweet is different from the text of the original Tweet. At this point, I am half-tempted to DM the user, and ask her if she would be so kind as to provide me with the text of the original Tweet.

But I'm not going to do that. 

I’m going to do what I normally do, which is blunder around in the dark, and do the best that I can with what I have. This may sound egotistical, but the only thing that I really have, is me. A dark, dense, blundering, blabbering me, and the bright flashes that come from elsewhere/others. I take those flashes from others, mold them into something my own, and hopefully, flash back. Who sees these “flashes” of mine?

/me shrugs

No idea. In my mind, that’s not quite the point. “The point” is to be inspired, and further inspire.

/me shrugs again
^Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)^

All videos have stopped working for me on Twitter. Embedded videos no longer work, and I can no longer save images by right-clicking and choosing “save-as”. Now that I think about it, right-clicking on anything gives me nothing at all. My pop-up menu functionality within Twitter seems to have been removed. I can’t even intentionally click on a pic or vid and get it to work.

I admit that the auto-play bullshit irritates the fuck out of me, because most of my time on Twitter is spent with a DM chat window open. If I open that DM window, and there is some looping shit embedded and playing behind that DM window, then eventually, Twitter dies, and it usually takes my browser(s) with it. And if I remember to scroll to where there are no vids behind the DM window, I also have to make sure that I have hidden any auto-playing streaming bullshit in the sidebar.

That said, Twitter still crashes all the fucking time, and it is a fucking resource hog, but I must point out, that this is the price of automating and automation. If you want shit to do everything for you…there’s a price to pay for that.

I gotta think tho, that if shit like this isn’t an indication,that Twitter is doing something about these perceived “problems” that Twitter has, you just aren’t looking. And if you customize the living shit out of your Twitter to work for you and only you, then you’ll have no idea what others may be seeing/not seeing, nor how they are seeing it.

To be fair, I’m running an operating system that is no longer supported, and using a browser that is no longer supported/no longer updated, all running on a computer that is no longer supported.

If that ain’t some “Logan’s Run” type shit, I don’t know what is.

GET UPDATED, OR GTFO GRANDPA!!!

STFU AND STFD ON YOUR WAY OUT OLD MAN!!!

😐
^Massive Attack – Angel^

Let’s get back to this tapestry/Tweet. I went to Google, searched for “the bayeux tapestry” (without quotes) and there were three news stories at the top of the results.

Bayeux Tapestry to be displayed in UK for the first time

The Bayeux Tapestry shows Britain’s birth as a European nation

The Bayeux Tapestry – historic, yes, but is it any good? Johnathan Jones

When I clicked on the second story link, the headline on the story itself was different from the headline that Google was showing in its results. The headline in Google’s results was…

“Why the Bayeux Tapestry’s loan to Britain is a homecoming”.

Isn’t that “bait and switch” kinds of shit? Grab you with one thing, then switch it to something else? Like…”a funhouse” at a carnival. Many times, there’s not much fun going on in a funhouse. Anyway…I found the story that I was looking for, have now found that there is a new Tweet that replaced the deleted one, so what is left?

A: Me.

Me, me, me, and only me, surrounded by a bunch of shit that isn’t mine, and I’m left with only:

A) what I take away from this experience, and

B) what I do with it from there.

What possible good could come from some uneducated and unemployed loser, spending is “free time” contemplating “the dynamics of the world”? I dunno. That’s not my job. That’s your job. I only work here.

Q: Is there some “omen” associated with “The Bayeux Tapestry” coming to England?

A: Or did I just make that shit up?

The process of trying to understand confusing shit, while looking at confusing shit…is…confusing. That said, why would you ever think that “confusion” would be clear? Is where we are, so contextually clear, that it’s confusing?

Clarity = Clear

Confusion = Confusing

Did I word/list those correctly?
^Junkie XL – Dark Territory^

OK, I guess I didn’t make that “omen” shit up…

‘Although there is no direct connection between typical celestial events and the affairs of humans, our superstitions have resulted in many dramatic consequences.’

So what is the connection? I dunno. History is history. If you are looking for and to history, as some sort of roadmap to the future? Yeah…you might be missing some shit. Primarily, what are you going to do when the road ends? What you are going to do when you tumble off the map? That’s, when you are prolly going to start looking around for signs and wonders. Something…ANYfucking-thing to give you some clue as to where you went wrong…

what went wrong…

where you are…

where to go from there.

If you’ve got compatriots along for the ride, there’s prolly going to be some pissing and moaning.

Just sayin'.
^Junkie XL – Today (UNKLE Remix)^

Getting back to my thoughts about “The Bayeux Tapestry being sold”…there’s a few things that come to mind…

  • I’ve no fucking clue where it is, nor who owns it,
  • Is it possible, that once it gets to where it is going, that it will never leave there?
  • SURELY no one is stupid enough to try and steal it.

So…given the fact that I know fuck all about this tapestry, why would “It’s Going On The Market” be the first thing to pop into my head? Prolly because that’s about the only time that “art” is in the news. Which… isn’t writing an art? Or at least, an art form? Both? Is there some sort of artisan pissing contest going on there?

But let’s say, that there is some political wrangling going on. Now, what could that be about? Brexit? Political favors being exchanged? Surely thieves would not be stupid enough to wait until the tapestry was actually on British soil to steal it. I guess that would depend largely on “who the thieves are”…wouldn’t it? What are those rules about making political statements?

It must be public, and brutal.

Some scapegoats and/or patsys would prolly come in handy as well.

Now I remember why I don’t like thinking like this.

Now I remember why I don’t like writing fiction.

^Junkie XL – Tennis^

Thinking now about the year 1066, thinking about Haley’s Comet which last appeared in 1986, thinking about the year 2066, and considering that it is currently 2018, let’s go backwards a bit and see what was going on in the year 1018.

1018

Let’s us see what was going on in Europe…

Peace – Bautzen
Battle – River Bug
Battle – Vlaardingen
Resistance – Bulgarian
Surrender – Kiev
Battle – Cannae
Battle – Carham
Succession – Denmark

WHEW!!! That’s some fucked-up shit right there!!! It started off with peace, then went straight to hell. Even so, that January peace? If they found peace in January of 1018, doesn’t that mean that someone was at war in 1017?

^AWOLNATION – Run (Audio)^

What I am primarily thinking about, is a book idea that I have. This book has been bumping around in my head for a very long time, and it’s called “1033”. Or, it will be, should I ever actually write the fucking thing.

It’s the story, of a dude born in 1967, and this dude manages to survive a fuckton of adversity that no one said he would survive, and somehow lives to see the year 2000. Not only that, the guy goes on to live to see the year 2100. Even more fantastic than that? He goes on to see the year 3000. Hence, 1033. The story, is about the stories that this guy tells, how he tells them, who he tells them to, and why. A traveler. A time-traveler, yes…but a different kind of time traveler. Or at least, his travels here and now are a shade different. Where does it go from 3000 C.E.? Welp…that’s where things get really fucking interesting.

Heh...heh...heH.

Enough of that bullshit…let’s get back to reality. Once we get back to reality, we can talk about data preservation, data retention, and legacy.

^Junkie XL – dealing with the roster^

I’m writing this bullshit in OpenOffice’s Writer application, and this is WAY fucking different than writing shit in MS WordPad. The text is fucking HUGE, and I’ve not found the courage to try and tinker with the settings so that everything on the screen isn’t so goddamn massive.

The other thing that is irritating, is that Writer turns all URLs into hyperlinks automatically. Well, only if you use a hard return after pasting in the text of a URL. I personally arrow around a lot when navigating around a document. Meaning: when and where I can, I use the arrow keys on the keyboard to get around. Prevents me from having to use the mouse. The mouse is fucking GREAT for some computer uses. Surfing the web is one, but for text and/or documents?

Nope.

If you want to push your “skillz” try and challenge yourself to surf The Web without using the mouse. It can be done. You’re going to have to learn a fuckton of keyboard commands and hotkeys, but that’s the point…learning. That shit is there for a reason. Computer engineers aren’t idiots, and they certainly aren’t stupid. Just because you get to benefit from the simplicity of a mouse click and/or hotkey combination, doesn’t mean that the engineers who designed that functionality didn’t spend a fucking FUCKTON of time developing the systems and procedures that made that key-combo and/or mouse click such a simplicity for you. I can assure you, they did, and they do. All so you can better do all of that hard complex shit that you need to do in order to get your job done.

🙂

^Junkie xl – Spirits ft. Saffron^

Frank over at Merovee has a new article up…

1 Central Park, Trump And Paddock

I read through it last night, and it got me to thinking about “compression”. I didn’t comment over there, but I thought about it as I laid in bed and tried to go to sleep last night, and now here I am commenting about it here.

Stew. Redux. Compression. Loss. Ratios. Numbers. Compression. Expansion.

That last bit messed with my head a bit. I was thinking on expansion from a Universal perspective regarding a Galactic context. Meaning: A Galaxy expanding within a Universe that is neither expanding nor contracting. Prolly some speed considerations to be made there, and some time(s) considerations to be made as well.

If the Universe and A Galaxy are both expanding at the same time, there is prolly going to need to be some synchronious/synchronous timings to accommodate both, as well as some asynchronious/asynchronous timings to offset. How can an offset amend?

Offset
Amend
Offset
Amend
UTC Offset

My thinking is that sometimes, you need to simultaneously know not only how fast you are going, but also how fast you are NOT going. Why? Simple. Observers. There’s more to sensing and senses than just and only sight.

^Hans Zimmer – Inception (Junkie XL Remix)^

If you are looking for something definitive, congrats…you’re there.

Welcome To Here...Population = You.
^deadmau5 – FML Again^

Last night, Whatshername made some grub, she notified as to its availability, and I wandered into the kitchen to feed my fat face. As I was poking at the lumpy wads of rice that remained in the rice cooker, I overheard my daughter talking about…erm…politics. Like…personal politics. Within her circle of friends, it appears that there was an exclusive gathering, and some within the circle were not invited. This caused those not invited some dismay, and Whatshername commented something to the effect of…

“Well, you know they are all very clicky.”

My youngest son was sitting at the table eating/listening, and he asked “what is ‘clicky’?”

Whatshername replied, “They’ve all got their own little groups, within the group, and these little groups are very clicky, meaning they only hang out with each other, and the rules of the larger group don’t apply to them.”

It turns out that this “group that gathered” was/is headed by the very person who makes the rules for the large group/whole group, and that rule is…

“no fraternizing in groups/sub-groups outside of the whole group”.

So…when this same person actually had a get together, and only invited a select few of the whole group, those not invited were…confused.

Clique

I loaded my plate as fast as possible, and retreated to my room.

^deadmau5 – It’s Not You^

I was gonna write some more bullshit, but I’m now at 7 pages, so I’m gonna dial it back, then cut it off. I usually just write until I don’t feel like writing anymore, then look at the physical file size to determine how large the post is going to be.

15k to 20k = meh

20k to 25k = average

25k to 30k = beefy

30k+ = wtf?!?!??!

What could POSSIBLY be on my mind, that I needed to write so much?

But this is my first post written in OpenOffice Writer, so, I’m trying to be mindful of that “page x/x” thingie down in the bottom left-hand corner.

But yeah…a clique. A club. A club of clubs.

Sounds like a beating.

😉

^FIRST OF THE YEAR (EQUINOX) – SKRILLEX^

cYacFa

^Coldplay – Paradise (Official Video)^

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*Yeah… /final drag… A brilliant film, Clicky… /stubs butt… That was another Sunday evening trip to the pictures with Mother… /licks lips… It was absolutely pissing it down that night…*

Dear Reader… Have an album 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: The Limey and the Coco Pops

Coco Poppy

*Thank fuck, Poppy tweeted that to us last night, Clicky… /lights up… Or I’d have been completely bolloxed for a post title… /drags…*

Last night, Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. The Unseen Synchro, a.k.a The Okie Devil of Text Us asked me and Poppy Sweet Pea to provide him with some words, from which he would write a poem…

Said poem is contained within Cade’s latest missive, below…

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*That’s right, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… down there…*

Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤

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Someone might enjoy this.
^Iron Maiden – Behind The Beast^

I once wrote a certain poem,

but can’t recall what it said.

So now here it sits aching,

bouncing round in my head.

Wrote some parts down, that had a certain sound.

Certain parts rhymed, other parts timed.

One part climbed,

another piece descended.

Don’t recall where it all started,

nor even if anything ended.

There must be a way in, to the place to begin.

First…to find out how, my way out of…now.

Some thoughts run free and freely,

others disappear in a stare.

Some are likely gone forever,

a few are written down somewhere.

Take out the trash, Danish mash.

Write it down, or face the frown.

There’s one part I tried to remember,

but cannot recall the details.

Likely a something of beauty,

perhaps bunny rabbits, wasps, or snails.

Formulaic attributes, proxy gaps and substitutes.

Removed this line, I’m sure it was fine.

Does she really exist out there,

or am I being silly…a dupe.

Like some sort of prize or plunder,

a cold journey that ends with hot soup.

You’ll be there, when you are there.

You were there, you aren’t there.

This end of that one here now,

the end of this one a time later.

I’ve forgotten what this one was about,

perhaps I’ll remember it…

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

What a bunch of fucking weirdos.
^1977 TV Synthesizer Special^
If you thought that shit was weird, check THIS shit out.
^1969 World’s First Electronic Pop Song^

All of the people in the above two vids are either all:

A) dead from disease, or

B) all strung out on drugs while waiting to be dead from disease.

I read a lot of facts and figures, and those facts and figures are very clear…everyone is either dead, or about to be. Seriously. You are either dead, or about to be, and you are either on drugs, or about to be.

Lots of information and facts and figures floating around that prove this to be correct. A lot of these political Tweets are fucking weird. The ones that are always tell people to stand up? What does that even mean, other than you telling me I’m already down. Not only are you telling me I’m already down…you are telling me I need to get up off my lazy ass and do something for you, because you said so.

How do you get everyone aboard the same train?

What’s that? You don’t want everyone on the same train?

I thought you wanted to be first.

If you want to be first, that means you need everyone on the same train.

^Best soviet electronic music^

Are animals incompetent?
^Kraftwerk – Roboter 1978^

I was out front letting my youngest son’s dog get some fresh air. It’s 57°F/13°C, the sun is shining, and is generally awesome. But she refused to come back in, so I had to chase her around the front yard a bit. When I finally got her to come back towards the door so I could let her in, I reached up to open the door, and noticed there was a critter on my foot. I brought my foot up, then gently blew the winged critter off my foot, and they landed on the concrete porch.

I let the dog in, then began to retreat inwards myself, when I noticed that the ant – yes, it was a winged ant – was still sitting in the same place/had not flown off. I suddenly became worried, as the ant was sitting right in the big, fucking middle of the porch. Were anyone else to come in or out through the door, they won’t know the ant is sitting there, and would likely step on the ant. So the question becomes…

Q: What do I do?

A: Whatever I do.

I tried to give the ant a shade of encouragement to move by bending down and blowing on it, but it sensed the sudden increase in hurricane force winds, and hung on for dear life to the concrete of the porch. I wonder if there is a something to be learned there about methods we employ to get others to do what we want?

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

I think this is the last whatever that I’m going to write in MS WordPad. Yep…even tho I downloaded and installed OpenOffice over a month ago, I’m still using MS WordPad to write these things. WordPad really doesn’t offer much in the way of formatting: there’s no spellcheck, no fancy editing tools, and it takes me a level of two of washing this shit before I actually send it over to Roob for her to do whatever she does with it.

But I think I’m starting to feel a shade better about my formatting peccadilloes, and how better to use them to mold what I am trying to say, as I am saying it. My reason for doing this is quite simple, and that is so that I don’t go back and read something that I’m going to regret having written, and not have spent more time or formatting and editing. I mean, in life, when we say things, we don’t get second chances. You gotta say the right thing, at the right time, and you’ve got to say it right the first time, and every time, forever amen.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice makes perfect.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

Practice repetition makes repetition perfect repetition.
^Morrissey – Break up the Family^

I just saw a pretty cool Tweet, that was cool, because it had leaves in it. There was a really cool star made out of sticks and twine, and I had some thoughts on that too, but what really interested me was the leaves. Dunno bout choo, but I love picking up leaves and looking at them. Well, leaves that have fallen. Leaves on the tree are best observed where they are, but I’ve been known to pick them.

Anyway, I love to look at leaves, check out the patterns, think about how they developed and why, make crazy assumptions about how these patterns suit needs in many ways, etc., etc.. But with respect to the leaves in this particular picture, what I got to thinking about was…

“how in the FUCK do those leaves look so nice?”

I can’t get a super close look at the leaves, but they certainly aren’t crushed…so how in the fuck did someone go out and collect a bunch of leaves without crushing them? OR…is that part of the ritual? Just…go out and grab a fuckton of leaves, cram em’ all into a bag, then sort the shit when you get home. Crushed ones here, uncrushed ones there.

Le YIKES!!! Sounds like a metaphor for pre-dating and post-dating romantic encounters.

^World On Fire (Junkie XL Club Mix)^

Not that you particularly care, but where my mind was buzzing around today was/is medicine.

Q: Is medical infrastructure medicine?

A: ?¿?

The only way to get everyone on board, is to cover all needs, up to and including, not needing at all. Giving your share away, because you don’t need it, but someone else does, and if they don’t now, they will later.

I wonder who that someone might be? 

Anyway, there’s been a lot of things I’ve seen lately, that would appear to have nothing at all to do with medicine/standardized medicine, but they do. Lemme see if I can find some, that way we’ve got an audit trail, and proof, and other cool shit like that.

^Infusion — Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^

Here’s an example…

Refusal of need(s) means that the relationship is over…right? If you don’t get what you need, when you need it, DIVORCE!!!

Everything must remain the same forever, or face elimination. It’s the only way. Can’t discern and discriminate until everything is the same, which allows us to discover our differences, and eliminate them.

OK, I’ll stop trying to be clever in my digging, and put it like this: If I’m married, and looking forward to sex with my wife tonight, but that afternoon she gets hit by a car and winds up in the hospital, can I still fuck her in the hospital bed?

I mean, assuming that she still wants to fuck. Or do I need to take a rain-check? Does she need to take a rain-check? What if she is insistent that I fuck her, because she fears it may be the last chance we get to do so? Or is the hospital going to have an opinion too? Is that an additional price of medical care? Do it my way, or else?

^Savages – You’re My Chocolate^

Here’s another one…

What could some “missile alert” have to do with medical care? Welp…if a war starts, a shitload of people are going to need a fuckton of band-aids.

Who is gonna make them?

Where are they getting their supplies?

Who is going to ship them?

Who is going to apply them?

And on, and on, and on...

Supposedly, our President said something recently about “the button” now being his own personal property. Dunno how that transfer of ownership happened, but that’s what I personally took away from the “my button is bigger than his” bit, or whatever it was.

And another...

And another...

And another...

As best I can tell, all of these things hover around continuance, and weave in and out of all kinds of other applications. Dunno bout you, but to me, that says someone is doing some weaving. Who? Does that matter? Do you care that you have a blanket when you need it, or is who made it important? We want everything to stay the same, and the only way to accomplish that, is change and changes.

Makes sense.
^Le Couleur – Femme^

/begin poem

The bells…they hang silent, and scream.

But no one listens to them anymore.

/end poem

^Sub Focus – X-Ray (Metrik Remix)^

When I start seeing the same Tweets over and over, coming from different people, does that mean that I have enough friends that I can dump one in favor of the other? I mean, who needs two friends that are damn near identical? Dump one, keep the other. They both regurgitate the same bullshit, so no big loss if I lose one. Losing weight is always popular.

^Jonathan Bree – You’re So Cool^

I’m not implying that “standardized medicine” is going to start producing standardized people, but it might contribute to the production of standardized people. I guess it all depends on how we look at things, and what we want to get out of them. Things are only worth a flying fuck, when and if they put out. If they don’t? Fuck ’em.

^boy pablo – Everytime^

I had to bring the trash in. I took it out this morning, but someone forgot that today is MLK‘s birthday, so I had to bring it back in. If it sits out in the alley for the next 3 days, it’ll get torn to shreds by stray dogs, cats, squirrels, opossums, skunks, and God knows what else.

Plus, yet again, the temperature has been dropping all day, and it’s supposedly supposed to snow @ 20:00/8:00 pm tonight. It’s currently 48°F/10°C, so we’ve got a ways to go if it’s going to snow. My “news” came via Whatshername, so I just went to check the weather, and I saw nothing about snow, and it’s not supposed to get cold till tomorrow. That said, it has gotten cloudy as fuck outside, and the wind is blowing pretty good.

Definitely feels like change is changing.
^Detlef – JayDee^

/begin end

Here is where we ended this rhyme…upon this fancy dish.

The method could take some time…to feast upon this fish.

I’ll bang upon this wordy chime…something simple but cute.

Silence is the realm of the mime…so says the mute.

Something made of wheat…something filled with slime.

Cooked lovingly into a meat…and when eaten tastes sublime.

Climb upon this giving mound…climb to your summit I climb.

Howls in pain this foolish hound…my bonds downgraded to subprime.

/end end

I asked two different people for 8 words that rhymed, in 4 sets of 2 words each.

Below is what I got…

Person A: Fish – Dish, Wheat – Meat, Hound – Mound, Cute – Mute

Person B: chime, climb, rhyme, slime, time, mime, subprime, sublime

:/

There’s always a fucking smart ass 😉

Anyway, I used those 16 words, and created that nonsense above. Hence, where it ended, is actually where it began, but not really. Anyway, thanks to you ladies for playing along.

^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^

It’s against my religion to ask others to assist me in any poetry writing efforts. And yet, for some reason, I asked for assistance. I guess I don’t like my religion anymore, and needed a way out. NOBODY leaves a religion on good terms…

...do they? 

Maybe that’s where a lot of this weirdness and confusion comes from. Do I really need to be in church every fucking time the doors are open? If a church closes down because I didn’t show up, maybe that church needed to close. We’ve got churches every-fucking-where here. These seminaries are pumping out clergy, year after year, and they’ve got to have somewhere to go…right? Need a flock to lead?

 Can't have shepherds without sheep. 

And supposedly, America is motherfucking STOCKED with sheep. Which…did you see that Tweet up there about increasing sales of lamb? Um…ever thought that maybe…instead of slaughtering a fuckton of sheep like your life depended on it, maybe let a cull slide here and there. Doing without on occasion, might help us better deal with what it’s like, to forget what it is like, to be fat and happy.

PLUS!!!…it’ll give some reprieves to some little lambs that might be looking for a longer-term shepherd.

^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^

Someone Tweeted this story…

RAF fighters intercept two Russian bombers near UK airspace

…and it got me to thinking about a brief conversation that I had with a certain someone about Twitter execs supposedly snooping on their users.

First of all, there is a line of thinking, where certain people attempt to…erm…“take their destiny into their own hands” by joining the machine that monitors. They do this, thinking that they can somehow transcend the monitors and monitoring, by joining the club. But I got a question about “ascension”, irrespective of when and how it occurs…

Q: Now what?

A: !!!

Yeah…did you remember to take a parachute with you? If so, did you pack it yourself, because just because you aren’t being monitored today, doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be monitored tomorrow.

I’m not proposing a defeatist attitude towards people taking things that don’t belong to them, nor people snooping on others just because they can. But if you took the time to watch the video above from 1969 where the people were dancing to the “Pop Corn” song, you’ll notice that their rhythm was all over the fucking place. Some fast, some slow, some trying to dance this way, others trying to dance that way…adjusting to something new. Lots of figuring out to be done there.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

Same goes for anything new I guess. Takes a while to find a rhythm. Takes a while to adjust to a rhythm. Gonna be a lot of impatient motherfuckers getting antsy. Wanting shit “RIGHT GODDAMN NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!”, and I understand that kind of thinking, but maybe cut down on the coffee and chill dipshits. Get two shots in your Starbucks instead of four. Or hell, up it to eight.

I dunno...just...chill. 

I hate when these motherfuckers tell me I’m gonna get left behind, and then the next day they tell me the same bullshit. Welp, if I got left behind, how in the fuck are we having this conversation? Anyone that tells me “I’m gonna get left” is prolly angling me. Or did I just assume your intentions?

^Sven Väth & Barbarella – My Name Is Barbarella^

There are some days that I just want to crawl under a rock and die. But I’ve been here before, and I survived it then, so why wouldn’t I survive it now? Just because I’m 50 years old and completely worthless, welp, that inspires me to keep moving. Seeing things like that ant, holding on for dear life, inspires me. Hang on while the storm blows, and move the best you can, when you can, as the storm relents.

I mean, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, nature sometimes needs us to hunker down for a bit? Sit tight. If you’ve not considered that, just keep in mind that we sleep. So maybe not just and only storms sometimes do the trick with respect to getting us to chill at bit.

^Sven Väth – Extra welt / Zu Fuss^

/begin poem

A quick spin round, and to, is the thing now to do.

Outside, real quick, to check on this snow, the news is thick.

brb

Back, not a goddamn thing, not a goddamn flake, not one flake to see, except…me.

‘Tis cold and cloudy, no snow, plenty of wind, I’m pouty.

But not sad, not mad, not glad, not yet, no snow I’d bet.

But why bet on the weather, it’s always coming together, just like laces in a shoe.

And not to be too bold, but warm or cold, I’d like to curl up with you.

/end poem

Definitely colder outside, but the air has a warm feeling to it. The air is heavy. Feels heavy.

Weird.
^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens Feat. Mizbee (Original Mix)^

Neuronal Circuits Reportedly Mapped More Comprehensively Than Ever Before

This is interesting, but the story goes from…

“they have devised a novel method that maps electrical circuits in the brain”

to…

“enabled them to map out all 250 cells that make up a microcircuit in part of a mouse brain that processes smell”

…pretty quickly.

From "Brain" to "Mouse Brain" pretty fucking fast. 

The fact they’re tinkering in areas that process smell is pretty fucking impressive, but to what end? It seems there are elements that are wanting to ban anything and everything that supposedly makes us sick. So…what’s the reason for research like this?

Once alcohol and cigarettes are gone, and plants are completely under the control of corporations and/or government, freewill can be tamed, and there’ll be nothing left for anyone to do…right? Or am I being to shallow and not looking at the greater picture and the big good.

That said, the article only mentions the word “mouse” once, “mice” not at all, and “brain” ten times. Let’s check out “the big study” and see where that leads us.

Architecture of a mammalian glomerular domain revealed by novel volume electroporation using nanoengineered microelectrodes

Glomerulus (Kidney)

Bowman’s Capsule

I knew it. Conspiracy.

Mystery = SOLVED!!! Next!
^Franky Rizardo – Killa Bees (Original Mix) [Sola]^

However, identifying the totality of cells belonging to such neuronal modules, the “inputs” and “outputs,” remains a major challenge.

That’s from the “Neuronal Circuits” article above, but I’m still perplexed about the “I/O” nature of thinking in science. I mean, what if information processing takes a fuckton longer than you think it does? Something unique to me, may not be unique to you, so to say something always processes information in the same way(s) seems…foolhardy. Not to mention that the nature of your “I/O” thinking is prolly backwards to begin with. Meaning, you’ve not stop to consider that “I/O” is a simultaneous process that happens at the same time. Perhaps even at the same time, at the same point, and happens multiple times. Like a sequence.

EX: In order to get in, and I mean in, and only in, you need a sequence of registers that simultaneously register: I, O, O, I, I, O, O, I, I, I, O.

Yeah rly. 

I’m suggesting that a sequence of “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may be required just to get in. There’s prolly going to be some embedded encoding within the “IN” key that allows the potential, for an “OUT” key to be generated, depending on the information that follows the “IN” key.

Am I really suggesting that this I/O sequencing into the brain is going to be that complex? Nope. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m suggesting that it’s going to be a fuckton more complex than that.

^Eli Brown – Get Down^

Thinking like that shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. We are talking about trapping here, information processing and retention, data preservation. That means there are going to be FUCKTONS of traps preventing you from getting in, and perhaps even allowing you to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. I mean, DNA is pretty complex…right?

If the model of tumblers that I see in my head is even partially correct with respect to how information is processed and potentially stored within the body. Um…you better get out your stopwatches and start thinking about time, times, and a fuckton of time and times, then you better start thinking about friction, atrophy, decay, motion, what constitutes energy over time…and a fuckton of other things. I guess I’m thinking about things like that, because “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out” may get you in today, but tomorrow may require “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”.

How long are you willing to monitor this shit? Yeah…why not hook this shit up to your own brain, then you monitor yourself and let others monitor you for the rest of your life. We’ll keep you posted on how it all turns out. Srsly…we will. You’re in good hands. I’ve practiced on thousands of grapefruits.

^CamelPhat – Drop It^

Lemme explain why I’m thinking in those lines, assuming that I possess the ability to do so.

We are talking about information…correct? Are you going to use the first key that works? Welp, what if that key, sends all information to one place, and one place only?

Yeah...storage. 

There’s GOT to be more to the routing system than just and only one key. What happens when you send a message, but the pathway is already occupied, and the message cannot be sent in totality? Are you prepared with how to deal with “packet loss” and the like? I mean…doesn’t the brain supposedly work differently/better in the mornings for certain things, and differently/worse in the evenings for those same things? Let’s say that the following is true…

Key 1: “In, Out, Out, In, In, Out, Out, In, In, In, Out”

Key 2: “In, In, In, In, In, Out, In, In, In, In, In”

Key 3: “iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, oUT, oUT, iN, iN, iN, oUT”

Key 4: “nI, nI, nI, nI, nI, tuO, nI, nI, nI, nI, nI”

Let’s say that applying those four keys, in sequence, will get you in, through, and back out, without making a single change to anything. Basically, a ping, and a response acknowledging that your sequence was correct, and that the system recognized/recognizes that you are trying to gain access, do nothing except gain access, get through, and return. This response is neither friendly, nor unfriendly. Basically just a response of “I heard you”.

Q: How are you going to interpret that?

A: ?!¿?!¿!!!

Might wanna give it some thought. “Space” and “messages from space” are prolly not just and only going to come from one place or another. Might wanna give that some thought as well. I’m sure as shit chewing on it.

^Charles Pierre – Directions (Original Mix)^

Something else to consider…

I am a human.

To say that I’ve no knowledge of my own makeup is…

shortsighted.

I have knowledge of self.

Some anyway 😉

I am a someone, (Individual Human)

that is part of a group, (Humans)

that is also part of a group, (Life)

and this group of groups contains unlimited groups (Lives).

So yeah…to say that it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, that are more “scientific” in nature, while possessing none of the “skill and knowledge” that these scientific modalities create? That it’s impossible for me to know things about myself, because I possess none of the machinery… None of the training… none of the skills… none of the experience… none of the peer support…and on and on?

Welp...you'd be right about that.

Within the scope of the entirety of things, not sure what that means tho.

/me shrugs
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

cYacFa

^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^

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*/puffs… You got here before me, Clicky…/pats snout… *

Sew there you have it, Dear Reader – a poetic missive shambles inspired by thoughts on medicine…

medicine (n.)

c. 1200, “medical treatment, cure, remedy,” also used figuratively, of spiritual remedies, from Old French medecine (Modern French médicine) “medicine, art of healing, cure, treatment, potion,” from Latin medicina “the healing art, medicine; a remedy,” also used figuratively, perhaps originally ars medicina “the medical art,” from fem. of medicinus (adj.) “of a doctor,” from medicus “a physician” (from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures”); though OED finds evidence for this is wanting. Meaning “a medicinal potion or plaster” in English is mid-14c.

To take (one’s) medicine “submit to something disagreeable” is first recorded 1865. North American Indian medicine-man “shaman” is first attested 1801, from American Indian adoption of the word medicine in sense of “magical influence.” The U.S.-Canadian boundary they called Medicine Line (first attested 1910), because it conferred a kind of magic protection: punishment for crimes committed on one side of it could be avoided by crossing over to the other. Medicine show “traveling show meant to attract a crowd so patent medicine can be sold to them” is American English, 1938. Medicine ball “stuffed leather ball used for exercise” is from 1889.

It is called a “medicine ball” and it got that title from Prof. Roberts, now of Springfield, whose fame is widespread, and whose bright and peculiar dictionary of terms for his prescription department in physical culture is taught in every first-class conducted Y.M.C.A. gymnasium in America. Prof. Roberts calls it a “medicine ball” because playful exercise with it invigorates the body, promotes digestion, and restores and preserves one’s health. [“Scientific American Supplement,” March 16, 1889]

I’m off now to spend some time with Thoughtful Man, and Clicky is…

*Charming!*

… Already out of here apparently. Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀