Category: synchronicity

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)^

cYa | cFa

^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 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: Lashings Of It

Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…

*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*

*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*

*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*

I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.

Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^

Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…

(lolz...bit below...lolz)

With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.

^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^

I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.

No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh?

We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?

^Clio – Faces (1985)^

I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species –  is causing changes or damage in other species.

YA THINK?!?!?!?

You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!

Killed it in cold blood!!!

I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.

^Fugazi-Waiting room^

Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.

Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.

Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.

Are they in captivity?

Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.

Seems to be more going on there.

Are we being good observers? More than that…

Are we being good participants?

I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.

^The Stone Roses – I Wanna Be Adored^

LET’S GET NAKED!!!

Adoration
Hand-Kissing
Kowtow
Proskynesis
Prostration
Bowing
Genuflection
Kneeling
Thai Greeting
Namaste
Hierarchy
Insubordination
Discrediting Tactic
Destabilisation
Setting Up To Fail
FIFO (Computing And Electronics)
Fit In Or Fuck Off
Culture Of Fear

Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?

I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.

Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.

I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.

^the flowers – after dark^

Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.

I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.

Um...isn't this kinda dangerous?

Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.

Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?

A: How do you know?

What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).

^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^

We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.

But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’S a concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.

If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.

/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^

Life treating you OK today?

Good.

Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.

Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.

^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^

Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.

EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?

Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not just and only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.

Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^

I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.

So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?

rofl

Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.

If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.

Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.

But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides

...right?

Or have we already forgotten some context?

^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^

Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.

As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.

Six Flags Over Texas

My favorite is “The Runaway Minetrain”.

Runaway Mine Train (Six Flags Over Texas)

The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.

Nothing.

Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.

^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^

Wanna take a ride?

^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.

Hence, chance is on your side.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.

Hence, chance is not on your side.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.

❤
^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^

When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.

How ironic...eh?

Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐

^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…

Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.

Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.

Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.

Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?

Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?

Really?

What did you have for contrast?

Just and only…say…a clock?

Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?

Were you on/in an airplane?

Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?

Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?

Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?

^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^

I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.

^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^

cYa | cFa

^Virna Lindt – Underwater Boy^

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*Oh, so you’ve come back? …/final drag… No, it wasn’t that funny… /stubs butt… Go get a Song… /sigh…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… ❤

 

On The Lash: Mythophrenic Fugee

*/shakes lighter… Actually, Clicky, the word he uses is ‘fugue‘… /lights up…*

Fugue

*/puffs contemplatively… I know! Let’s do this selfie style, Clicky… /flicks ASH… Did you know the first selfie is attributed to a Robert…?*

John Lamb Lash posted a new video yesterday, Dear Reader. I told my friends Poppy, Legs and Cade about it before turning in for the night…

Roob tells the guys about the new John Lamb Lash video before bed

… Clicky and I had been shambling it in the Red universe on MEROVEE, on Frank‘s latest post: ‘Boys Toys‘… Here are the selfies… This one is Clicky…

Clicky Boys Toys Selfie 1Clicky Boys Toys Selfie 2

*’Offensive’ image…/final drag…*

*’Offensive’ product… /streams smoke…*

*Going on the offensive… /stubs butt… Ah, Clicky, you’re so pretty… /pats snout…*

… This is me replying to Clicky…

Roobee Boys Toys 1Roobee Boys Toys 2Roob and Clicky Boys Toys Selfie 3

*You photobombed me? …/:O… Cheek!*

Lucy smoked Chesterfields too

*Interference? …/squints… knot listed… Hmm…*

*Cade listened to talks 39 – 41 with me the other evening, Clicky… /flicks lighter… At least he didn’t fall asleep… /lights up…*

… And this one, Dear Reader, is of me and Clicky…

Roob and Clicky Boys Toys Selfie 4

*Yeah, this spell Lashy’s gonna weave… /licks lips… Forwards/\Backwards with yarn… /drags… And Loops…*

Freddie Prinze Jrs Fred

Sew there you go – last night’s synchromystic fugue through the medium of selfies. Not sure about Lashy’s killing spell, butt… I guess we’ll find out… In the meantime, c/o Cade’s birthday post for his daughter… 18 today 😀

tenor

…Have a Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Streaming & Dreaming

I have cold, Dear Reader, and eyes, nose and other bits are streaming…

*/sniffs and splutters… Whatever, Clicky… /hawks and spits… Take the piss… /coughs and pees… Oh fuck!*

The Okie Devil of Text US has kindly sent a missive to cheer me up, and it is presented for you, below. I had fun last night taking photos for a ’12 days of Christmas’ idea he had, the results of which can be seen here…

*/smiles… That was weird this morning. The Slogmeister must have been working on that story at the same time Cade was writing his Smiley tutorial yesterday…*

*And a minute after tweeting it out the short story, Old Holborn’s telly recommendation appears in my Twitterfeed! …/blows nose… Fucking weird!*

Anyhoo… Tuck in and enjoy the missive, Dear Reader. I’ll see you at the… at the…

… Bottom.

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Hi.

This mess.

Welcome to it.

Yep…it’s gonna be one.

   A mess.

   But I’ve not wrote it yet.

   How do I know it’s gonna be a mess?

Let’s find out!!!

OH!!! It’s Sunday December 17th of 2017!!!

Everyone ready for Christmas?

Me either :/

Happy early birthday sis.

❤
^High Contrast – Days go by^

Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.

Snot how I roll.

It’s highly possible, that as I write, I won’t get to a single one of these three things that I am currently thinking of writing about. It’s possible that I’ll get to some, and not others.

Let's me flow.

Rationalize. Irrationalize. Ponder. Even sometimes, if not most of the time, write without thinking. Might this not seem tedious to the reader? Maybe. But I like to think that my writing is more conversational. I used to do the same in my music and poetry, but was never really able to translate that to any of my writing.

1. Think about whatever I am thinking about.

2. Remove the participants.

3. Think of someone that doesn’t exist.

4. Let it fly.

Yep…take a “real life” something, remove the people involved, create someone fictional to project my thoughts upon, turn my feelings loose. Write about nothing in particular, to no one in particular, about something specific. That’s not always the case tho. Much of the time, I try and weave in similar and/or dissimilar stuff when and where it seems to fit. Especially when shit don’t fit at all.

It’s OK to be clever. It’s not OK to be disingenuous.

^The Prototypes – Abyss VIP^

So…that creates a quandary, doesn’t it?

Disingenuous
Disingenuous
Bullshit
Ignorantia juris non excusat
Promulgation
Promulgation (Canon Law)
Willful Blindness
How do we learn?

To relate, there was a Tweet I saw this morning, which I cannot now find, but it was about the EU/UK fishing regulations. Specifically, that UK fishermen are required to go out at least 10 miles from the UK before fishing, but EU boats were allowed to fish within 3 miles of UK shores.

^Black Sun Empire & Jade – Deadhouse (Mefjus & InsideInfo Remix)^

There were several other “Brexit” related Tweets that also appeared on my Twitter feed for some reason, and they aren’t showing up now. Stay with me. One of these Tweets, and I’m pretty sure it was the fishing one, made the comment to the effect that:

“The EU teaches under the banner of…do it like this, or else.”

Welp…it got me to thinking of the opposite. Who teaches under the banner of “do it like this, or whatever”? EVERYTHING is “do it like this, or else.” And speaking of teaching, if nothing else, I am trying to be more mindful of punctuation with respect to quotation marks. I digress.

^Black Sun Empire & State of Mind – Until The World Ends^

So yeah…

Q: How do we learn?

A: Accountability?

12 years old

(a boy becomes a man)

16 years old

(a teenager can drive)

18 years old

(a teenager is now an adult in some ways, and not so much in others)

21 years old

(a human being can now drink booze and smoke fags and shit like that)

Where are we getting this shit from? IQ tests? Personality tests? Sexuality tests? Seems to be some testing going on.

‘Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.’

Psalm 51:5

‘Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.’

Acts 17:31

Pick and choose.

Pick Can Choose.

Pecan Shoes.

Fuckit…I dunno.

/me shrugs
^Andy C & Fiora – Heartbeat Loud (Andy C VIP) (Official Video)^

Now that we’ve covered a bunch of shit that I wasn’t thinking about prior to starting writing, I guess we can get to one of the things I was thinking about prior to starting writing.

I was cruising a certain blog last night, and there was a comment someone had made on a certain article, and this comment was to the effect of “if you could step outside yourself, and see what others see, what would you see?” or “how would you see yourself?” or something like that.

What immediately popped into my head was the removal of self, from self, to see self.

!?!! ó¿ó !!?!

Yeah…weird. Such an act, seemed more a fascination with yourself via how others see yourself. To me anyway, that’s more of a physical thing. Others only know your physical self, and those bits of ourselves that we choose to share. Only you know you. I would phrase the previous as “only you know the real you”…and there is some truth to that, but others can, and do, get to know us just fine sometimes.

That’s your choice as much as anyone that you interact with. But that knowing only covers the spans in time that it does. Yes…people can and do, change. You prolly just weren’t there to see it. So yeah…again…how do we learn? I dunno. Figure it out your own fucking self?

^THE PROTOTYPES – LIGHTS^

There’s a future out there. We are connected to it. But I was thinking last night heavily along the lines of teaching, and how we allow others to learn via more than rod, lash and regulation. I mean, why punch someone in the face to get them to do what you want, when a simple request will suffice?

Is the answer…standardization? If a punch to the face works here, it’s prolly gonna work there. I don’t like being punched nor punching. There’s gotta be a better way.

^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^

I think a lot about how I would teach someone who knows more than I do. Sound ridiculous? Welp, you must lead a charmed life, because I’ve found that I am CONSTANTLY having to teach smart motherfuckers why they are so damn dumb. I think there is a relating aspect that goes along with that thought, so if you apply some thinking to what it is to relate via multiple channels at the same time, maybe my calling smart fucks “dumbasses” will make a little more sense.

EX: Judge Brainiac McPurity has been practicing law for 40 years. Cade F.O.N Apollyon has never practiced law at all, but he does have an interest in it.

Q: What is our first, and only connection?

A: Law?

If me and Judge Brainiac McPurity ever meet, does that imply that it’s only because Cade has broken the law and now stands in front of Judge McPurity?

Really? You sure?

What if I bump into Judge McPurity while standing in line/on queue at McDonald’s because both of us are having simultaneous Big Mac Attacks? What if, while we both wait to get our McDonald’s on, we just so happen to start chatting? What if that conversation somehow turns to law?

^The Temptations – Law Of The Land^

I mean, I once bumped into a 2-Star Air Force General at the DMV in Virginia. In that instance, we were just two plain-ol’ people…both of us currently at the mercy of the Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.

There’s always an equality.

You just gotta find it.

Just know, that this equality, is quite fragile.

Handle with care.

Just a friendly suggestion.

^Andy C – Haunting^

Someone just Tweeted this nonsense, so let’s take a voyeuristic peek up the skirt of…whatever this is.

Banning Words In The Trump Administration’s War On Truth

War on Truth. Sounds really fucking srs.

Srsly. Sounds srs.
^Front 242 – Masterhit^

I actually saw this elsewhere with respect to some FCC or other bullshit where there were certain words that were being banned, and that also was relegated to the “Orwellian” realm(s). But I gotta question something here…

Q: Isn’t relegation, acting doing the very same thing you are bitching about others doing?

A: !!!

Relegation. Classification. There’s a nested need to know there. Like my using “bitching” above. Did I used that because the author of the story is a woman? Did I use it because the person that Tweeted the story is also a woman? Does it matter that I caught these distinctions when first using that term in writing the sentence, yet used that parlance anyway?

I don’t see women as bitches nor do I classify a woman complaining as “bitching”. So why did I use that word, even tho I caught it?

Well, I ain’t trying to get laid, and I ain’t trying to not get laid, and I ain’t trying to make friends, nor am I trying to not make friends. I’m just writing. If I spend all my time in the “editorial” area of writing, I should prolly stop writing and become an editor. That’s just my thinking tho. That said, isn’t that what Winston did? In the book “1984” weren’t Winston and his co-workers nothing more than editors with a dash of wordsmithing? Wordsmithing using certain sieves produces certain results. One would certainly think so anyway.

That said, I wonder if sieves can go both ways with respect to channeling? One way narrows, the other…erm…prolly sounds like a horn.

Wordsmith
Merovech
Speech-Language Pathology
Smith
Noted.
^Sub Focus – Turn Back Time (Metrik Remix)^

So last night, I babbled a bit on my own blog about a documentary that I saw earlier in the week. This documentary was a Vice News piece on “Targeted Individuals”, and there were several things that really stood out to me. One of them being, the many things that stood out to me.

Electronic Harassment (Redirected from Targeted Individual)

Parapsychology

I guess in thinking about it now, if we really are nothing more than bags of goop, that are capable of nothing more than a bunch of chemical/electrical impulses…we’re already in deep shit…eh?

^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids^

That makes me think of this “Archons” group that RooBeeDoo has mentioned to me via her listening to some dude named John Lamb Lash. I’ve only listened to one of his talks, but the one that I listened to was interesting. Anyway, I’ve been pondering “symbiosis” for a while with respect to life, and Roob recently added something to my vocabulary that has given me pause.

Phoresy
Phoresis (Biology) (Redirected from Phoresy)

We don’t do well with “gentle”…do we? We can handle the kick, the slap, the punch…but not the gentle. We’ve no fucking clue what to do with it. It’s like…the slap we weren’t expecting. Quite poignant…eh?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about bacteria, and these “reprogramming” aspects of bacteria that seem so scary and shocking with respect to “a bacteria reprogramming our bodies to do this or that” or “require this or that”. Prolly why viruses come in so handy. They do the same shit, they just do it a shade differently, and we tend to ALWAYS assume that this and these actions via a virus is malevolent.

But we get confused as shit with respect to bacteria. We label some as good, some as bad, yet we somehow need both to survive. It’s confusing as shit to me, because I’ve always been told that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.

Derp.
^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just thinking, that if certain “DNA Programming” types bother you, and others do not, you might wanna get comfortable with both. It’s always been my understanding that basically, that’s all a virus is. A piece of genetic code, that does nothing but reprogram other codes. I think that we are eventually going to find out different, and that there is something really interesting and frightening to be found within the cores of viruses…but that’s just me.

That said, there sure is a lot of motion going on with all of this programming and reprogramming. I mean…that’s what we are eventually after, right? Time? Isn’t that what we are really chasing via any and all means? How to stop it. How to start it. How to prolong it. How to cease it.

Woah…that last one sounds…scary…eh?
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^

Anyway, that “Archons” bit that Roob recently mentioned to me rang a bell with respect to a book that I once read called “Waiting For The Galactic Bus”, and our talks this week made me think of a book called “Day Of The Cheetah”.

Waiting for the Galactic Bus
Day of the Cheetah

In the first book, the “entities” are “pure energy”. In the second book, the aircraft is mind-controlled via manipulating oneself between a sleep/wake state and the human/computer interface via alpha and beta waves.

Just want to mention, that I am of the opinion “delta” is going to get you nowhere…fast. There are many turns to a screw. Many threads.

Delta Wave

If delta indeed splits…now what?

D + A + B = DAB?

What about the other way?

B + A + D = BAD?

Dabbling in bad?

Meh…that shit can get confusing. We should prolly wait for the experts to figure it all out, then we can just accept what they say as gospel, comply, and apply. As directed, when directed of course.

^The Prototypes – Moscow^

So that there is called “SoPi Zero”.

It’s simply a way for me to get my head around Pi in certain instances, and keep my head from getting wrapped around Pi in other instances. There are some parabolas nested in there, but I’ve not added them yet. Lots’ of curved space and curving spaces. But I guess the biggie is that I see decimals a shade different than most do.

A “part” is still a whole, in and of itself. Many parts, that are wholes, than can and do sometimes assemble to make entirely new wholes. But there is a divisive nature to separations of all kinds, and yet, there is still a nested bond contained within certain divides. Doors that remain open, even tho they appear closed. I mean…that’s what separation is…right? A divide? A span that cannot be bridged. What have we forgotten? Time.

JMO

BTW, the colors are important in that image. Just sayin’.

^Rusko – Somebody To Love (Sigma Remix)^

So that there is called “Cosmic Corridor 03”.

That’s just a way for me to get my head wrapped around a nested method of travel in which both Newtonian and non-Newtonian motion will appear to coexist at some points, and be either one or the other at other points.

If you think of the grey thing as a space ship, and the black think as a planet, the ship is basically entering on a trajectory that should dictate that the ship will enter the planet’s atmosphere.

However, it won't.

It’s going to appear to stop, hover, and eventually start traveling in ways that make no sense whatsoever. Eventually, it’s going to “rocket-away” at what appears to be ridiculous speeds along an impossible trajectory path. But a straight line is likely going to be surrounded by all kinds of bends, folds, and perhaps even energies that seem to warp and/or are warping. Prolly gonna be a lot of difficulty in determining what is wave, and what is particle. But basically, this is how I see matter as being able to maintain inertia, speed and velocity, all while appearing to lose all of those.

Lots of angles and angling to consider there, but just keep in mind, that 0° is also an angle.

😉
^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

My intension(s)? I didn’t realize that my announcing my own intentions was requisite. Especially if you are simply going to use my response to further doubt whatever it is that I tell you. Thinking like that can certainly put a strain on a relationship. Why someone cannot be comfortable with my discomfort is understandable, but at the same time, it’s kinda confusing. Sometimes even disheartening. I can see the parallels someone might draw with someone becoming comfortable with someone else’s discomfort, but that’s not really what I’m talking about.

Ironic that I need to talk about just that.

I’m uncomfortable with most nomenclatures. I’ve no problem with nomenclatures. Sound contradictory? Welp, if you are male, and someone calls you a sissy or fairy or says you sing like a girl…is that not also contradictory? You can slap virtually any label on any thing…that doesn’t make it applicable. Some ominous warning on a cigarette carton isn’t going to give you cancer, but it certainly may scare the shit out of you.

I need to go.
^Sub Focus – Timewarp^

Welp, I got to two of the three items I was thinking about prior to staring this bullshit. At this point, I can’t even remember what that third thing was. But…it’ll come to me. I gotta go make some soup.

Merry Christmas.

❤

BBL

^Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love [Official Video]^

cYa | cFa

^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky… /clears throat… Probably best if I just pack myself off to bed…*

Have a Song 😀

 

Missive From ‘Merica: “Four?” */buffs nails and waits patiently…*

*Thanks Clicky… /takes off glasses and rubs eyes…*

Four (n.,adj.)

Old English feower “four; four times,” from Proto-Germanic *fedwor- (source also of Old Saxon fiuwar, Old Frisian fiower, fiuwer, Frankish *fitter-, Dutch vier, Old High German fior, German vier, Old Norse fjorir, Danish fire, Swedish fyra, Gothic fidwor “four”), from PIE root *kwetwer- “four.” The phonetic evolution of the Germanic forms has not been fully explained; Watkins explains the -f- as being from the following number (Modern English five).

To be on all fours is from 1719; earlier on all four (14c.). Four-letter word as a euphemism for one of the short words generally regarded as offensive or objectionable is attested from 1923; four-letter manis recorded from 1920 (apparently as a euphemism for a shit). Compare Latin homo trium litterarum, literally “three-letter man,” a euphemism for fur “a thief.” A four-in-hand (1793) was a carriage drawn by four horses driven by one person; in the sense of “loosely tied necktie” it is attested from 1892. To study The History of the Four Kings (1760, compare French Livres des Quatre Rois) contains an old euphemistic slang phrase for “a pack of cards,” from the time when card-playing was considered a wicked pastime for students. Slang 4-1-1 “essential information” (by 1993) is from the telephone number called to get customer information. The four-color problem so called from 1879. The four-minute mile was attained 1954.

Dear Reader, now we have for you the last course of the evening. We hope you’ve enjoyed Cade à la carte. Word of warning: there will be something cheesy at the end. Enjoy!

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The other day, whatshername bought what is potentially the stinkiest and most foul smelling Christmas candle ever made. I’ve been nauseated and throwing up ever since I first smelled it. Of course, all of the stress of the past coupla weeks may also have played a role. Not to mention that my foot and leg cramps have been quite wicked over the past few weeks. But yeah…that candle she bought? Holy FUCK does it stink! Smells like some unGodly cross between pine a scented cleaner/disinfectant and modeling glue.

^beauty is the enemy^

While looking for pictures, I stumbled onto the above, and wondered what they were modeling. Luckily for me, Google Images provides a link to the source.

Structure of collagen adsorbed on a model implant surface resolved by polarization modulation infrared reflection–absorption spectroscopy

Hmmm…now why on earth, would someone be tinkering with collagen?

Collagen

I wonder as to the things that are found when tinkering at these levels, and these things came to be where they are so as to be discovered by those individuals that discover them? Lots to think about there.

^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^

LegIron made a rather awesome and awesomely interesting post yesterday.

The pointing finger points

That’s what set me to writing in the first place. I spared the comments section of his blog the majority of my verbal wrath, and saved it for RooBeeDoo’s blog. 😛

^Animal Collective – Golden Gal^

So in addition to LegIron’s blabbering, which in-turn inspired mine, someone posted a link to some Google Search results that got me to thinking about some stuff I’ve seen about what is going on in Africa. Much like Asia, Africa is also kinda “The West’s dumping grounds” with respect to not giving a flying fuck what is going on there. That said, I cruised some of the search results and came upon some interesting reading for anyone who might choose to read further.

The dystopian lake filled by the world’s tech lust

Where your computer goes to die: Shocking pictures of the toxic ‘electronic graveyards’ in Africa where the West dumps its old PCs, laptops, microwaves, fridges and phones

Do you care? Are the tiny bits of this from here, and the tiny bits from there important? I mean, we’re talking about finite bits of certain things in electronics…right? You yourself have little to no impact. Not to mention that we gotta keep the economy going…

right?
How many TV’s do you own?
How many computers do you own?

How many cellphones do you own?

How many houses are on your street?

How many streets in your neighborhood?

How many neighborhoods in your town?

Yep...shit gets exponential...quick.

I mean…you don’t think they sell sand by the grain do you?

^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^

But what the Google Search results link really made me think of, was Tantalum.

Tantalum

Coltan

Columbite

Tantalite

Tapiolite

I saw a documentary sometime back that showed people walking for miles carrying this stuff to the border of a neighboring country, because it was illegal to export Tantalum from their own country. The country in which the Tantalum was sold, would then sell/export to France, who then sold it elsewhere. I can’t find the actual documentary I saw, but I found one that is equally disturbing, and both extremely uplifting and heartbreaking. Lot more to lots of this bullshit than just only minerals and money.

^Congo, My Precious. The Curse of the coltan mines in Congo^

I’m currently only 22 minutes in to the above video. And with all of the crap that I’ve seen in the above video thus far, one of the most horrifying is @ 22:14 where the narrator mentions that he started to work for MONUSCO.

MONUSCO

Wasn’t it The United Nations that got Congo into this mess in the first place?

Create the wound to create the cure?

One cannot know peace who does not know war?

Congo Crisis

There’s a nature within us to jump to one place or another. Belgium is all over this…

Belgian Congo

…kinda like France was all over Vietnam

French Indochina

France–Vietnam Relations

…and Britain was all over Malaysia.

British Malaya

Being an American, I know that there are schools of thought that sometimes believe that letting European nations flounder in their own messes is the correct course. But there is an underlying creepiness to some of these lines of thinking. As in, let the Europeans rot, then we can swoop in and take over where they failed. Who are we forgetting?

^Starsailor – Four To The Floor (Thin White Duke Mix)^

Q: Where is The UN located?

A: New York, New York, USA.

That’s weird. How can “United Nations”, plural, be centrally located? Not to mention, that if The United Nations is headquartered in New York? I think they’ve been stepping out.

^Joe Jackson – Steppin’ Out Lyrics^

Steppin’ out…branching out…whatevz. Gotta distribute those peace branches equally I guess.

United Nations

UNITED NATIONS OFFICE IN BRUSSELS

Brussels and the European Union

Brexit

Hotel California

“You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”

Roach Motel (Insect Trap)

“Roaches check in, but they don’t check out.”

Am I being too dramatic there with connections? Or not dramatic enough?

Passive-Aggressive Behavior

Passive–Aggressive Personality Disorder

Relational Aggression (Redirected from Abusive relationship)

Victimisation (Redirected from Victimization)

Aggression

I guess no one wants to give up what they’ve got. Or at least, not give it up without a fight.

From my cold, dead hands

I wonder how that type of thinking translates to other areas of our lives?

Come And Take It

Laconic Phrase

Nut

Anthony McAuliffe

Nut (Goddess)

If you want to get creative and/or clever, there are all kinds of ways of getting what you want. That can sometimes include letting someone else get what they want. Feel free to bend and twist that one six ways from Sunday if you so choose. Just maybe keep Pandora in mind here and there.

^Pink Floyd – Another Brick In The Wall (Vintage Culture Remix)^

If we humans can learn to do things from great distances both far and near, why is it such a stretch to think that other beings can do the same? Or is it because there is no proof that other beings exist? Maybe there’s a reason for that. We’ve gotten pretty high on ourselves. I can see there being the potential for conflict if one party or another is forced to start having to explain themselves. Things could get ugly.

^In-Grid – Tu Es Foutu (Hi Quality)^

Guess what? It’s now currently 11:30 in the morning on December 12th of 2017…and it would appear that I am now officially a published author!!!

Like…in a book!!!

<golf clap>

!!!BOOYAH!!!

“Let’s dance, let’s shout…shake your body down to the ground!!!”

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

cYa | cFa

^The Jackson 5 – Shake Your Body To The Ground^

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Yes, Anthology IV: ‘The Good, The Bad and Santa’ is now available to buy, Dear Reader…

Underdog Anthology 4 Front and Back

 

*Interesting that the name of the restaurant I went to for Christmas lunch today, Clicky, is the name of a character in Cade’s story!*

And now for the cheese… As promised, from the Afterword of Vol. IV, corrupted lyrics this time. Festive one c/o Mssrs. Wells and Tormé… ‘The Fuckwits Song’… Enjoy!

 

Snowflakes melting at the tweets Trump fires

Putin laughing down his nose

“Russian hack!” sings the media choir

Addressing all folks like they’re Joe Schmoes

Everybody knows Kim Jong Un has some missiles too

Wants to set the world alight

Won’t be happy ‘til Japan is aglow

How do the Nips sleep at night

We all know that Brexit’s on its way

Except Remainers who still deny they’ve had their day

And every mother’s child has a new gender to try

We’ll see how that turns out by the by

And so I wonder about this coming year

Asking everyone I knew

I heard it said many times, many fear

2018 will be shit too

And so I wonder about this coming year
Asking everyone I knew
I heard it said many times, many fear
2018 will be shit too, 2018 will be shit too.

Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

Past Presents Yet To Come…

Yesterday…

*Mellow, Clicky… Nice! …/lights up…*

The 8th December, was the anniversary of John Lennon’s death in 1980, Dear Reader. 37 years ago; I was reminded of that day whilst reading Blue Frank‘s post yesterday about May Pang, John Lennon’s girlfriend, briefly, in 1973…

*Weird, Clicky… /drags… Red Frank has a new MEROVEE post up today about a black hole discovery that’s puzzling scientists…/taps ash… created just after the Big Bang, like…*

Merovee The Grand Unifying Theory of Everything

*GUT of everything? …/drags… As John Lamb Lash mentioned at the end of his last talk… ‘See colon backslash’ …/blows smoke ring… The singularity… /stubs butt… I asked my good friend, ‘The Gut Doctor’ about 137 before, Clicky…*

u8la7yacohdfuy5se8crzu9h

*Roob-ID-I-um… /lights up…*

Rubidium-87 has a half-life of 48.8×109 years, which is more than three times the age of the universe of (13.799±0.021)×109 years, making it a primordial nuclide.

…Knot only that, Dear Reader, it was but a year ago, on December 8th 2016, that the very first Underdog Anthology was published. I was reminded of this reading Leggy update on the upcoming Christmas edition, posted last night…

The Good The Bad And Santa

*Leggy just emailed me a complete final copy, Clicky… /puffs merrily… It looks fucking AWESOME!!!*

Underdog Christmas Anthology Content

*That’s interesting, Clicky… /stubs butt… ‘Christmas Ever’ covers page 137… /lights up…*

There’s an additional treat included with three illustrations Leggy drew way back in the 80s. Three perfect Santa cartoons that illustration Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come perfectly…

…And, Dear Reader, you may notice from the Contents page that a certain missive writer from Text US has a story included. I had the most enormous fun last weekend editing ‘Christmas Ever’, as Cade wrote it…

There is a real treat in this one for those who enjoyed Brian W. Aldiss’s excursions into the deeper, stranger SF regions. If you re-read his shorts such as ‘As for our Fatal Continuity’ and ‘Send Her Victorious’ (in ‘Comic Inferno’, well worth a read if you can still get it and the title story is in much the same vein too), and his novel ‘The Eighty-Minute Hour’ (which I read several times) then you are going to love this one. I’m not telling you the title yet, but I will when it’s ready to go.

*/squints… What’s that red book Cade’s using, Clicky?*

The Red Book Backdrop

*/rolls eyes… Figures… /continues to smoke…*

Sew… hopefully, Dear Reader, ‘The Underdog Anthology IV: The Good, the Bad and Santa’ will be available to everybody…

children warning

*/coughs… Don’t give Leggy ideas, Clicky!*

… Um, nearly everybody sometime before Thursday. I will post a link when it is and let you have a look at the Afterword corruption. In the meantime, have a good week, don’t be mean and… Have a Song… 😉

*/puffs… Clicky! I find the new title of that Song highly offensive… /streams smoke… Get another…*

Missive From Merica: All Fall (Oops!) & Oh My!-Gate

Today’s Missive From ‘Merica, Dear Reader, is a kinda follow up to a previous one…

*Uh huh… that LoL post, Clicky! What a pain in the posterior post that turned out to be… /rubs forehead… The images still won’t settle!*

… Cade drew some equations that he sees in his head for the ‘MFM: Sophie Sounds Like SoPi’ post…

*Cute, butt you said that already, Clicky…*

… And a further depiction of an equation that he turned into a gif, to imbue it with a sense of movement…

*Knot for him, gno… /rolls eyes… Right then, Clicky, I’m gonna head off to the end, you stick to Dear Reader… And no misbehaving… /arches eyebrow…*

Sew… have fun, Dear Reader. Catch you at the bottom ❤

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Hi.

Resignation syndrome: Sweden’s mystery illness

How are you?

Why opioids are such an American problem

Everything OK with you?

JFK assassination: Questions that won’t go away

That's good. Glad to hear it.

China lawyer recounts torture under Xi’s ‘war on law’

Anything you wanna talk about?

Indian restaurant fighting for women’s rights with food

No?

Climbing frame or anti-terror device?

That's OK. I'll do all the talking.

Bloodhound: Numbers of the beast

If that's OK with you.

How Western civilisation could collapse

I'll try to focus on being upbeat and happy. Positive-thinking only.

Nasa’s ambitious plan to save Earth from a supervolcano

Now…this is just me…but isn’t that last one kinda…erm…akin to saving someone from themselves?

What will they think of next.

So much for my being upbeat, happy and/or positive, eh?

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

I’ve got so much on my mind, that I don’t really have much to say. That said, I’ll keep writing, and we’ll see how and where this goes.

I stared at a blank page for almost 3 hours, and couldn’t think of where or how to start. Typically, I just sit down, and whatever comes out, comes out. But this one is a shade different. There are some things to get to, and I’ve got a fairly narrow timeline in which to get to them. That makes me uncomfortable. Much like the whole “you only get one chance to make a good first impression” kinds of thinking.

I mean, if that’s the case, why bother? Who am I trying to make an impression on, and why? Am I surrendering all rights in doing so? Not that I have a problem with being subservient, because under the right conditions I have no problem with that. But how many people can I bow to, where the courtesy is not returned, before I break?

I guess we'll see when we get there, eh?
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^

Something else that is on my mind, was the previous “whatever turned Missive” was, according to Roob, my longest yet. Not that I doubt her….I, in fact, don’t doubt her.

This particular whatever that I am currently writing tho…feels…longer. I’m only on my third paragraph, in my head I’m tumbling over the things I want to get to, and it just feels really fucking long. Maybe that’s because I already am aware of the massive amounts of shit that I am going to have to omit. Aggregate of the massive kind(s).

That gets me to thinking about the whatchacallit forums. They’ve been down for coming up on a year now, and I’ve been thinking about the few people that I got to speak with there.

Where are they?

What are they up to?

Are they OK?

How did they handle the forums going down?

Not like they had much choice in the matter, but I think about all the crap that I read. All the crap that I didn’t get to read. All of the crap that never got written, that I also didn’t get to read. Meh…you know what they say…

Even A Stopped Clock Is Right Twice A Day.

Oh wait…I got a better one…

Don’t Judge A Book That Isn’t There By It’s Cover That Is Also Mysteriously Absent.

^Dinka – Road To Perdition^

Whatshername has made Taco Soup. Imma go eat some.

BRB
^Nitrous Oxide – Show Me^

K…that was three hours ago that I went for soup, and I’m just now starting to type again. I can feel the disappointment and anguish within you. The longing. The confusion. The other stuff that is there…I can feel it too. It’s coursing through your veins like snot from your nose on a cold day…seeking to quell it’s yearning for a nearby tissue. I am very adept at feeling these feelings you are feeling.

I know them well.

Oh…and the soup wasn’t bad. A shade weak, and she never uses enough corn, but still tasty and quite palatable.

^Knife Party ‘Micropenis’^
And here...is what is happening in the world of Cade...

On Monday, Whatshername popped her head in my door, and mentioned that she had news regarding the hot water leak.

Whatshername: I have news regarding the hot water leak.

Cade: Do tell.

Whatshername: The owner called me, and she let me know that insurance has denied her claim.

Cade: Unpossible. Say it ain’t so.

Whatshername: Yeah…hard to believe, but its got to be done, so she is going to have to pay for it out of her own pocket.

Cade: That sucks for all involved. Sorry.

Whatshername: She’s calling tomorrow to schedule the plumbers, and she’ll let me know when they are going to be here to start actually searching for the leak.

Cade: I’ll try and make myself scarce.

So Tuesday rolls around…and…

Whatshername: They’ll be here on Friday at noon.

Cade: Okie dokie. I’ll try and make myself scarce.

And that’s that. Tomorrow is Friday, as it is currently 21:15 on Thursday October 26th. I was gonna disconnect my computer and clean tomorrow anyway…so…yeah….everything works out as it does, when it does, how it does.

I’ve already procured the vacuum cleaner and a broom/dustpan combo, a coupla loads of laundry, and I’ll be free to do any final digging and arranging in the closet on Saturday. I’m thinking about taking most of the clothes in garbage bags to The Goodwill for a shade more extra space in there. The more room I can leave, the less likely she is to throw the remainder away.

Sorry...just...thinking out loud.
^Knife Party – ‘Power Glove’ – OUT NOW^

In other news…I was able to login to GMail on my cellphone that isn’t mine.

Not real sure what to do now.

I guess I’ll just keep not responding to the glut of email I don’t get.

Now I just gotta see if I can work up the courage to login to Twitter.

I’m sure that the 8 people who follow my shenanigans will be thrilled.

^Deadmau5 – Overdraft^

I’ve described these “Omega Gates” in my bullshit before, but I’ve only ever used textual representations to describe how they work.

EXA: .Ω

EXB: Ω.

Yeah….pretty lame. A particle “boops” in and around the gate in order to avoid whatever the gate surrounds, giving the appearance that a particle has simultaneously appeared in two places at the same time, and/or vanished completely in one place and appeared in another.

Like a bent straw, that should immediately make most think about wormholes, but that’s not necessarily what I am talking about here. There’s going to be two primary particles that facilitate this gate’s creation, its opening, sustaining the gate, closing the gate, then destroying it.

Any number of particles and/or energies in various states may pass through the gate once open. But you’ll need to keep in mind that these energies and particles/matter and whatever else, have been coalescing for a long time, so there is a chance here to get a shade lost if we are looking for only one thing.

^Alex H – Blood Moon (Original Mix) sunsetmelodies^

So now we can split our Neutrino, which is actually two different particles in the same state and/or different states at the same time, especially when being acted on by a Tachyon. With respect to the Neutrino:

1. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go around, and the mass will go through.

2. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go through, and the mass will go around.

That’s an oversimplification due to what the Tachyon does on the other side, because we don’t know what that is until it actually happens. Our Tachyon may have been sitting there for 1 second, or it may have been sitting there for 10,000 years…we simply don’t know until it starts to gain enough mass, and by that time, it appears that our Tachyon came from somewhere it shouldn’t have.

Such as…our Tachyon appearing that it came from somewhen, and not so much somewhere. Both are going to be true, or at least, can be. There’s more to it than that…but I’m trying to be mindful of Roob and her needs….so yeah…let’s move on.

^ZENI – Breathe^

Our Neutrino has now split, and our Tachyon is going to make it’s presence known here and there. Both parts of our Neutrino are going to have much/many of the characteristics of each other, depending on what is going where and when.

Don’t want to confuse you at this point, but our Alpha Loop may or may not be there. It may also appear suddenly and vanish as quickly. If you think about our loop as a way of better managing time, energy and matter, it may not be so confusing when you see how it may sometimes appear to stretch time and matter, and may sometimes appear to crunch time and matter.

Not so much as a pressure relief valve, nor even a capacitor….but rather as an accompanying system that is as much a part of that system as anything else. Why build one, when you can have two at zero the price?

^Alpha 9 – Come Home [Full – HD]^

As you may have guessed, our Neutrino is going to appear to be at two different places at the same time, and will most likely sometimes appear as two completely different particles, and sometimes the exact same particle in two places at the same time.

Don’t forget our Tachyon on the other end, and it may not seem so confusing when I suggest that all three of these particles are actually always the same particle…they just operate in different times and places, in different ways, all at the same time…and sometimes at different times, all at the same time.

^Sebastian Weikum – There She Is (Original Mix)^

To make that thought not such a stretch, and to hopefully help it make more sense, think of these three particles less like inorganic matter, and more like something that matters…like people, for example. Let’s make them time-travelers.

Tachyon-C is “Person A” @ age 30

Neutrino-AB is “Person A” @ age 40

Neutrino-BA is “Person A” @ age 50

Q: At what point would we need to make such a distinction?

A: An event, at that time, in time, that included this person.

Not such a stretch when you think about it really, but I can already see the credibility wheels turning, and the question(s) of mortality/immortailty oozing out of your ears.

Q: What is the most aged thing that you have personally seen?

A: ?¿?

Q: What percentage of the age of this whatever, have you actually spent, with this whatever it is?

A: ¿?¿

EX: You find something that is 10,000,000 years old. How much of that 10,000,000 years did you spend with that something? How much of that time have you spent with that, or any other something? I’m betting not much, and I’m in the same boat, but I am trying to understand it.

It, being, time.
^Sebastian Weikum – Shout! (Original Mix)^

 

It’s at this point, that our Neutrino is going to assume many/most of the properties of our Tachyon, but our Tachyon is already long since gone. Well…in relativistic terms…yeah…long gone. Our Tachyon may have only covered an equal and opposite distance to our Neutrino, or it may have spent the equivalent of the next and/or last 6 months covering massive distances in a myriad of galaxies, or even just bopping around our own solar system.

Why do 1 thing, when you have the time to do 20?

Why do 20 things, when you have the time to focus on 1?

Why do 1 or even 20, when you don’t have to do any?

^Deadmau5 – Cyclic Redundancy^

From an engineering standpoint, I can’t see such thinking being a stretch. The only exception would be certain models that require a certain something, be the exact same way, every single time, for all time. Dunno bout choo…but that sounds dangerous.

^Disciples – On My Mind (Official Video)^

Coupla iterations of my Alpha L∞P.
^Roald Velden – Around The World (Original Mix)^

Coupla iterations of iterations on my Alpha L∞P.
^Boo Bass | Pogo^

Alpha Loops can fold, and they can fold many times in many different ways.

I’ve yet to encounter an Omega Gate that can, in and of itself, fold.

Omega Gates can bend and warp and stretch and straighten any number of ways, but I’ve yet to figure out if they can fold, or even if they would ever need to, seeing as how they are typically always entangled with at least one end of an Alpha Loop.

I’m just thinking now, why stretch when you can fold, and vice versa.

Still working on it thinking about it.

^Rezz – Voice in the Wall^

To relate a shade more as to what can appear where, and what can revolve about what and where, here’s a coupla more A0G8s where the Alpha Loop is actually inverted/appears above the Omega Gate instead of “below” it.

Gotta keep in mind that these shapes are merely architectural pathways that facilitation motion, energy, matter, etc., and the movement of these things contextually, to where and when they need to go. The matter and energy and whathaveyou is equally important in constructing/creating these pathways and where.

Think energy preservation, information retention, less destructive pathways that are “naturally occurring”…and maybe these concepts will also not be as much of a stretch.

^Soulwax – Is It Always Binary^

I’ve prolly added enough images to completely discourage Roob forever, so I’m gonna end this one here. But I think what I might do, is keep writing/write another one, because I kinda still feel like writing a bit. I dunno. We’ll see what Roob has to say, then go from there.

^The Peppers – Hot Caramel (Soulwax Remix)^
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😉

cYa | cFa

^Klaxons – Gravity’s Rainbow (Soulwax Remix)^

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*So that’s your considered answer to Cade’s question, Clicky?*

*Oh for gawd’s sake… Behave! …/averts eyes… Well, let’s hope he’s able to send another before he hits the road…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Miss Chief Maker

Dear Reader, the wait is over…

bookcovertreeskull

… the third volume of the Underdog Anthology is now available to buy!

As well as having a Harry and the FAKkers story included, I also had the very great pleasure of writing the Afterword again. This involves mangling a poem of great repute, to pass comment on modern political climes. And as this is a Halloween themed book, really there was only one choice of poet and one poem to tackle…

bronze-plaque-of-new-colossus

*Eww, Clicky! Lazarus rose from the dead, but that’s a completely different story…*

So, for your pleasure, and in the hopes that it might tempt you to buy the book (‘cos there are some absolutely corking stories contained within), please find below, ‘The Nuke Allows US‘ by Roo B. Doo, with illustrative illustration by H.K. Hillman…

The Nuke Allows US
There's nothing quite like America's aim,
With squabbling pols and a media grand;
Hollywood productions meticulously planned
A mighty mushroom cloud, a torch whose flame
Issues irradiation, and its name
Mother of All Wars. From the blackened land
Glows world-wide wonder; hegemony command
The Cold War winner of that global game.
“Keep in our good books now!” cries Liberty
With weighty lips. “Give us your money, your ore,
Your oils and gases (excludes banking fee),
The wealth contained in your burgeoning store.
Send all these and receive Democracy!”
*.../Lifts up arm, hand drops MIC to the floor...*

The Nuke Allows US

Now, as an extra special treat for all you synchromystics and synchnauts out there, here is a short talk from John Lamb Lash that you may find of interest. Eye gno I.D.ed… 😉

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

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*/cough…*

*thank you, Clicky…*

All Fings Being Equal…

Dear Reader…

I started a thread on the 4th April 2014 on a site called Synchromystic Forum, or ‘Sync Miss For Him’ (SMFH) as I call it. The thread was titled ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’. It was an amateur experiment to take the likeness of a diety, using myself as a template, after listening to John Lamb Lash talk about ‘Sophia’s Correction’…

SMFH is gone now and I haven’t sought out John Lamb Lash since I heard that talk, posted by Divine DNA in the Red Universe (that’s MEROVEE) sometime in 2013. But I looked him up today and this is what he has to say…

*/:O…Yikes!*

I’m going to listen to this video whilst I write the post below. What follows is kinda like the sorta shambles I would have posted in ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ if SMFH were it still around today…

*Good choice, Clicky… /lights up… To be honest I prefer this track. Loopy sumtimes sings it when he’s gaming…*

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In the world of MRS REGN, RESPIRATION comes after MOVEMENT and before SENSITIVITY, REPRODUCTION (REPRODUCTION - yellow on white is hard to see), EXCRETION, GROWTH AND NUTRITION...

Selfie 1 Cade and Roob saying goodnight

Eye stumbled across an obit in the NY Times last night, or rather very early this morning, Read Dearer. A Russian Ma’at-ish ‘un called Vlad had died on the last day of September, alone at home. By all accounts, he was a bit of a wiz…

What Vlad did

Doctor Vladimir Voevodsky was 51, butt as time in the womb don’t count toward official age, let’s say he was in that sort of age area…51-ish…

Selfie 2 Roob bring Teslas Area 51 and a cigar

That’s me on Merovee earlier…

Merovee Hell Shock

…posting news of a company named for another Ma’at-ish-un…

… And a cigar vid? Well, ‘cos the benefits of smoking tobacco seems to be a dirty secret and cigars are expensive… made by hand…

Tesla’s Dirty Secret: It Was Banging Out Parts Of The Model 3 By Hand

… Have a cigar…Why knot?

Vlad gave birth

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In algebraic geometry and algebraic topology, a branch of mathematics, A1 homotopy theory is a way to apply the techniques of algebraic topology, specifically homotopy, to algebraic varieties and, more generally, to schemes. The theory is due to Fabien Morel and Vladimir Voevodsky. The underlying idea is that it should be possible to develop a purely algebraic approach to homotopy theory by replacing the unit interval [0, 1], which is not an algebraic variety, with the affine line A1, which is. The theory requires a substantial amount of technique to set up, but has spectacular applications such as Voevodsky’s construction of the derived category of mixed motives and the proof of the Milnor and Bloch-Kato conjectures.

algerbraic

…Eye woz replying to Jen…

No shit. SHERLOCK

… Who’d posted news of a sleb car and cartoon creators’ twitter convo, and a Song…

Selfie 3 Jen suggests breathing two Mark The Beast

… In reply to Clicky posting a tweet id sent out in the Yellow Universe about the reported detection of a spike in radioactivity. Also with a Song…

Selfie 4 Clicky posts Roobs tweet two chocolate music

Fast forward to today when French nuclear watchdogISRN reported that another spike in airborne radioactivity has been detected in the air in Western and Central Europe: “Ruthenium-106 has been detected by several European networks involved in the monitoring of atmospheric radioactive contamination, at levels of a few milliBecquerels per cubic meter of air.”

According to IRSN calculations, based on the concentration levels measured in several European countries and on the meteorological conditions of the last few days, the contaminated air could have been generated from southern regions of Ural or located close to those. “IRSN is continuing its investigations to try to confirm the origin of this atmospheric pollution.”

ruthenium (n.)metallic element, 1845, named by Russian chemist Karl Klauss, from a name proposed earlier (1828) in reference to a metal extracted from ores from the Ural Mountains of Russia (see Ruthenian). With metallic element ending -ium.

… In fact, Leggy and eye had been ruminating on the reason behind the spike…

Selfie 5 Leggy and Roob discuss uses of Ruthenium

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*Data detecting Wall? …/ 😀 …Elementary, my dear Clicky! …/pats snout…*

Vlad The Translator

…Eye won’t leave out the final segment of last night’s MEROVEE conversation, Rear Dealer…

Selfie 6 Jen smiles A Void disdains and Clicky cruises by with Harvey trumps Trump

The prominent, and now radioactive Hollywood producer, famous for such Oscar winners as “The English Patient” and “Shakespeare in Love,” took a leave of absence from his production company following the New York Times article on Thursday.

…What’s this, the NYTimes? And Harvey, as we gno, was also a humongous hurricane in August, a storm that devastated parts of Texas… The State were my chum Cade, The Okie Devil, currently resides…

*”Calm before the storm”, eh? You know what Clicky, I don’t understand the thinking behind academia and media leaders… /lights up…. Ya know, EXPERTS attacking Trump so much? He’s vain; it’s his flaw butt they’re driving him into the arms of the those who CAN-KNOT call him anything butt “SIR!” to his face… /smokes… Ore “YESSIR!” …/slurps covfefe…*

*Exactly… /sighs…*

…Perhaps that was the calm before this morning’s ‘Tweetstorm‘ from the Dez-Rez-Prez…

In Early Tweetstorm, Trump Praises WaPo, Slams NBC And “Late Night Comedians”, Reaches Out To Schumer

https://twitter.com/realDonaldTrump/status/916634286811435008?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw&ref_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.zerohedge.com%2Fnews%2F2017-10-07%2Fearly-tweetstorm-trump-praises-wapo-slams-nbc-and-late-night-comedians-reaches-out-s

https://twitter.com/realDonaldTrump/status/916635236238274561?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw&ref_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.zerohedge.com%2Fnews%2F2017-10-07%2Fearly-tweetstorm-trump-praises-wapo-slams-nbc-and-late-night-comedians-reaches-out-s

…Equal Time…

…Time Is Money…

…Can’t Buy Me Love…

Vlad liked to Click

*Spend a Penny? See a Penny? …/thinks… Penis meteor than the words? … Penny drops? …/stubs butt… Whoa… /look sup… Damn! That’s a big post… /sucks teeth… Better get a Song to fin-ish, Clicky…*

Well, that was a very interesting talk from John Lamb Lash, Dear Reader. Yes, very interesting indeed… Have a Song… 😉

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*Thanks! …/blows kiss… Another?*

*…/rolls eyes…*

Oh Snap!

*Okay, Clicky… Let’s go there… /pats snout…*

Click

snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snapped; snapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.

So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…

Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?

… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…

One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.

… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…

*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*

… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…

Merovee Re Member

*Re: Member? …/puffs some more…*

… And then another on Sunday afternoon…

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*Oh yeah! …/stubs butt…*

Merovee Walls

…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…

pen is lighter

 

*/coughs uncontrollably…*

If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…

TNT Brings Johnson Mandalay Caine and Connery

Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…

Clicky Triggers

*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*

… by Stephen Paddock…

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snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen “to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel “bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).

As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.

Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…

Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”

“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”

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*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*

*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*

Any hoo! Red Frank has a new post up…

Merovee The Strip

… And there’s bound to be lots more new stuff going on there. Clicky and I shall end this post here with a Song…

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*/stubs butt… Oh go on then, Clicky. Go get another one… /pats snout…*

… Or two 😉