… And that’s the number of letters in the English alphabet, if majuscules…
majuscule (n.)
1704, of a letter, “capital;” 1738 as a noun, “a capital letter,” from French majuscule (16c.), from Latin maiuscula (littera), fem. of maiusculus “somewhat larger, somewhat greater,” diminutive of maior (see major (adj.)).
1705, “small (not capital) letter,” from French minuscule (17c.), from Latin minuscula, in minuscula littera “slightly smaller letter,” fem. of minusculus “rather less, rather small,” diminutive of minus “less” (from PIE root *mei- (2) “small”). It refers to the kind of reduced alphabetical character which arose 7c. and was from about 9c. substituted in writing for the large uncial. From it the small or lower-case letters of the modern Latin alphabet were derived.
As an adjective, from 1727 in printing, “not capital, of reduced form, small” (of letters); the general sense of “extremely small” is attested by 1893. Related: Minuscular.
*Ha! Basically, that’s my story ‘BOGOF’ in Underdog Anthology Ate… /final drag… He’s lost a lot of capital this week… /plumes smoke…*
When you discover your favourite full-sugar soft drink that you've been buying for years has had its sugar reduced for no reason, replaced with artificial sweeteners… pic.twitter.com/gRlQsj72sK
— Against Sugar Tax (@againstsugartax) May 25, 2019
*The Ravin’ is all about Tessie Jackboots in Underdog Anthology Sics… /stubs butt… She threw in the towel, too… /yawns… Finally…*
So, I’m not at all stressed at being 52, Dear Reader 😉
*Shut up, Clicky…*
I’ll be home, on holiday all week, relaxing, so we’ll be dishing up more shambles and, hopefully, missives for your enjoyment 😀 Come back then and… Have a Song ❤
Saturday’s LoL effort concerned the results of the Local Elections, which were held last Forsday…
*/drags… Yes, the Greens did strike a blow, Clicky, but the antics of Extinction Rebellion Kidz have dominated the news cycles since Easter…/snorts smoke… Plus of course the Tories and Labour are utterly shit…*
… But I was distracted by an emailed notification of a new post…
*I know! …/flicks ash… My birthday is on Towel Day, Clicky…*
I immediately zipped across to the Red universe to post a correction. A couple of hours later, when I finally returned to finish my post, I’d completely lost my train of thought. I decided to ask Cade if he was up for some remote viewing instead…
*May the Wilbur Wilberforce be with you on a Fantastic Fourth of May. or sumfin’ like that… /puffs contentedly… And, you know, Ioan Gruffudd was made in Whales, Clicky…/shrugs…*
It’s extremely enjoyable remote viewing and shooting the breeze with Cade, Dear Reader. So much so that as Saturday afternoon slipped into Saturday evening and beyond, we continued with something much darker…
*Yeah, we watched Captain America in the Fantastic Four movies, Clicky, but neither of us knew Iron Man and the Hulk were in our next pick…*
… A movie about the hunt for a real life serial killer…
… I decided to write a new post based on the previous night’s remote viewing, and placing the tweet to the fore. I’d even selected the Song to finish it…
*You, orcas, whales and now a seal, Clicky… /smirks… This post is somewhat aquatic…*
*Set you off, didn’t it, Clicky? …/plumes smoke… Btw, fanks for fucking off and taking my post with you. Was it the reference to 42? …/stubs butt…*
*Whoa, God looks a bit like a jellyfish there… /scratches nose… Strange. Come on, shall we wrap this one up? Cade’s written a post… /pats snout…*
And that, Dear Reader, was how I spent May Day weekend – universe hopping and remote viewing; it’s been brilliant! 😀 I hope you enjoyed yours, too. Have a Song… ❤
“a pet or tame animal,” especially a lamb, late 15c., often used in reference to young animals abandoned by their mothers and brought up by hand; of unknown origin. Meaning “spoiled or over-indulged child” is from 1877. Also as a verb, “to rear by hand or tenderly,” and an adjective (late 15c.).
… the Okie Devil of Text Us sent through a wonderful birthday missive to me, Dear Reader. Chocked with music, images, humour and humility, I am happy to share it with you, below…
*Aye! …/lights up… There’s a couple of Wiki Wavy Walls in there for you too, Clicky… /drags…*
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!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!
OK, so, it’s a day early. Today is Thursday May 51st of 8210, and I started writing this latest piece of shit yesterday. But I’ve almost finished it, gonna send it over to her soon, and she’ll post it whenever she does. Pretty sad that this is the best that I can do with respect to giving her a gift, but, it’s all I have to give. So in order to turn this away from me a bit, let’s get back to Roob, and let’s now celebrate and bask in her sunshine.
*Clicky! …/makes shushing gesture… Pipe down…*
DATELINE: May 25th, 1918. RooBeeDoo was born on the southern slope of Mount Vesuvius in Northern Canuckistan, some time between the hours of 00:00 and 23:59.
Wait…
Vesuvius isn't located in Canada...
is it?
Does Canada even have volcanoes? If not, why not? I wonder if there are any countries that would be willing to loan Canada one of their volcanoes. Anyway, I dunno if she was born on the side of a volcano or not, but I think she’s pretty cool
😉
HBD Young Lady.
❤
^The Seekers – Georgy Girl (1967 – Stereo)^
I has question or so that needs asking/answering…
Q: Do I need to spend the entirety of my life worrying about A) where the power is, and B) who has it?
A: ?¿?
Says who?
^This Is Why They NEVER Told You About THIS! It`s Called UFO For A Reason! (2018)^
I’d go to one of these. Prolly for the socializing more than anything.
But thinking in terms of “the higher self”, can we think about practicality for a second?
If some future me showed up in the now, all-knowing and full of smarts about all kinds of things, and I wanted to observe myself in the now blundering around all lost…
Q: What’s the difference between then and now?
A: ???
I see no difference. I think that I know it all now, and I’ll think that I know it all then…so doesn’t that create this paradoxical “banging your head against the wall” type situation? Why would I tell myself, not to be myself.
Seems...destructive.
Almost like, the more my future self told me, the more that future self would start to get it wrong. I would assume that my future self would begin to change as I changed, and eventually, neither of us would exist. Like some weird resonance trying to find itself within an otherwise structured chorus. Of course, this assumes some linear structuring within time.
Which...no evidence at ALL for that, eh?
Just thinking that at some point, a future self and past self would be equally lost when encountering each other at a single point in time.
^Muzzy – Play (ft. UK:ID)^
America was once called the land of opportunity. A land flowing with milk and honey, and virtually limitless resources. A place where infinite infinities abound. Many have stood and marveled in awe at this land…
and yet...
we appear to be having an identity crisis? Too much of what we don’t want, and not enough of what we do want?
Q: Isn’t that the same thing?
A: ???
Either way, sounds like a lot.
^Utah Lake-Carp Removal^
Now…what in the motherfucking fuckberries is THIS shit all about?
Tonight, been watching some videos of the more arcane mechanics of The Universe. Namely, drains. Plumbing. Pipes and piping. The things that cause these drains to become clogged/stop working, and the people who show up to get them flowing again.
It's a nasty job.
Completely repulsive in many respects. Pee, poo, food, grease, puke, toilet paper, tampons, roaches, rats, and all kinds of creepy-crawlies that you can see, and many creepy-crawlies that you cannot see.
Q: Has anyone taken the time to sit down with Sophia and explain the finer points of human digestion and/or public waterworks?
If you cannot understand the love that it takes, to get your entire body completely immersed in human waste(s), all so that someone else can flush their toilets and run their faucets? Yeah…I think your bots are going to have difficulty understanding a lot of things.
Watching all of these plumbing vids, and seeing swirlies of all kinds, got me to thinking about the two things that one must know in order to be a plumber…
That which has been shat doth not gravitate to the summit of yon beorg. Wages shall be rightly manifested to thee upon the day of Frige.https://t.co/sQ993FG0cV
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 24, 2018
Supposedly, that’s all you need to know. I guess the rest, you just have to kinda…
wing it.
^The Monkees ~ The Last Train To Clarksville (HQ)^
I wonder how many “51” references there are in this particular post?
I think there are references to a certain year too.
Can’t be sure tho.
^THE LUYAS ‘Fifty Fifty’ [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
If you want to see a great example of how legal systems are justified and established?
Look no further.
There's no chance #WHO would abandon the lucrative #con so-called #beatNCDs by which people who are otherwise too poor to pay any taxes are forced to pay more for food "for their own good". It's time to #abolishWHO and convict the cult leaders for their crimes against humanity pic.twitter.com/O8uC1gj5H2
It was the pic that got me. Mainly because this is the first really inflammatory political cartoon that I’ve seen in a very long time. There is no one that this cartoon does not denigrate. It casts all as “poor”. Poor morals, poor timing, poor judgement, poor rationale, poor planning…it just flat don’t give a fuck.
No fucks given.
Not to mention that everyone depicted is looking in, out, or away in some form or fashion. Lots of veils. So what about the cartoonist? This cartoon smacks of an “editor-in-chief” idea. Something some EIC dreamed up, told the cartoonist what they wanted, and the cartoonist drew it. I could be wrong on that.
/shrug
^The Tubes – Talk to Ya Later (HQ)^
What was the business about legal systems being justified/established/created? Welp, calling for the dissolution of an organization, while simultaneously calling for the criminal conviction of it’s members, sounds to me like what Set did to Osiris. Killed him, then convicted his members…sorta. You can draw your own conclusions about that story.
/shrug
But anyway, yeah, same thing…sorta. Killing and chopping up the established and well-formed. Creating chaos out of order, all to make a point. What’s the point? I dunno. Maybe someone was being ignored. Maybe someone was doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Maybe all that and more.
But thinking more in legalistic terms, a war machine seeks enemies to fight. If you are capable of being or becoming ill/diseased, deformed, bent, broken, or anything similar, then yeah, you are an enemy of The WHO.
Not the band, the group.
Confusing thought to ponder, eh? The difference between a group and a band? I guess that’s the difference between war(s) and battle(s). The difference between battle(s) and combat(s). Just seems to me that the very thing the Tweeter was calling for, was the very thing that can and will legitimize the organization and people they want to see destroyed.
Q: What kills the war machine?
A: Nothing kills it. But it will sometimes sit idle and rusty until someone stumbles across it and gives it a shine.
^Magic Bus The Who ( HQ sound )^
It’s suspect – the tweet – calling for dissolution and conviction. But only because you are using the very tools that make the war machine go.
Someone made a tweet recently. I’m paraphrasing the contents, but it was basically…
“I am a complete person, and I don’t need anyone else to make me whole”
…or something like that. I could prolly find the tweet if I wanted, but to what end?
Of course you are complete. There’s nothing wrong with you, and even if there was something wrong with you, it’s prolly nothing that can’t be solved with a topical ointment or some tweezers. Like say…that one weird eyebrow hair that is growing all screwy above your left eye. I can’t stop staring at it.
😉
^Cream – I Feel Free^
OH HEY!!! I attended my first ever Live Stream a coupla nights ago!!!
Some fuck on Twitter tweeted that there was a live stream going on, so, I went. I sat for about an hour, doing something I had never done before, with a bunch of people that I didn’t know, and watching them play a video game that I’d never even heard of. I even hopped on their Discord channel and chatted with them a bit. Being on Discord kinda fucked up the audio of the live stream video, so it took me a second to realize I needed to mute the audio on the video stream, but I figured it out eventually.
Just looked up the channel, and there’s a vid of the stream. It looks like they’d already been streaming for about 23 minutes when I got there, and I doubt you want to watch 3 hours and 23 minutes of a pack of nerds playing a video game, but…here it is if you do.
^Dying Light & Dead by Daylight double stream 23/5/18^
What does it take to create a new category? Does it depend on what we are talking about? Do I even need to know what I am talking about? Or do I only need to know what you are talking about. I’m just sitting here wondering who these people are. Yeah…THOSE people. Who are they? What are they doing in that job? How’d they get it? Who hired them? Who hired them that hired them? How do we uproot these worthless, self-serving, fuckfaces?
What do you do with all these people once you’ve gotten them fired, convicted, or whatever? Public housing? Public employment? Public assistance(s) of all kinds? If that and those are the case(s), wouldn’t it have been better to just have left them where they were?
I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…
Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).
Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…
*No, knot that one, Clicky…*
…He was a very funny colleague of mine from John Lewis, who took a leap of faith and became a stand up comedian.
Question from Kit Kat: “Why have you got a black spot on your forehead?”
Answer: It’s the photo, darling. I’ve got blue eyes in my copy… I coloured them in myself.
Question from Loopy: “Do you know where my shoes are?”
Answer: Where did you leave them, sweetie? …/sigh…
I also got a missive from Cade, set out below, and when I got to work, I got a bunch of cards and a bunch of flowers. I took in cake. The cake was extremely well received.
Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy The Okie Devil’s latest, Dear Reader, and will catch you at the bottom ❤
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Sup bitches?
I don’t have much to say today.
But I have a lot of time to say it in, and a lot of words to say it with…
and so…
…let us commence to silently conversing amongst ourselves, eh?
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!
^The Final Cut – I Believe In You (1992)^
A lot of this not much that I’m thinking about, is actually…not much. Haven’t talked about a lot of this stuff in a long time, and the few people that I’ve tried to talk about this shit with were always like…
“DUDE!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!”
And there was another segment that was always suggesting that thinking about such things was foolish and dangerous, and I should try to think about not thinking about it.
😐
Not that I don’t have the ability to focus, because I do possess that ability. I just tend to drift wherever I drift, and have learned to accept this defect as an ability….a gift. Mainly because of the places that it takes me. Lotta nothing there, and a lotta nothing in between, but that’s kinda the point. Fill in the blanks, create more blanks. This usually results in a lot of blank stares.
Not that I am the only one with this ability, as I see people just like me/people who think like me virtually everywhere. I see it in pictures, I see it in film, I see it in text/books, I see it in conversations. But even the weirdos hate talking about this shit, even with other weirdos. Not me tho. I love talking about it. I don’t care who. If they are listening and are interested, they’ll start talking at some point.
Anyway, I didn’t talk about much anymore after hooking up with whatshername. It takes a lot of time to think about some of these things, and even longer to talk about it. Whatshername has an interest in some of the same things. But it was clear rather early on, that even her interests in these things varied wildly and radically from mine. Mainly…her dogma was/is…
“It’s OK if I have supernatural abilities and/or super-powers, as long as I am the only one that has them.”
Very revealing.
<le yikes>
^The Final Cut – Broken^
“Do I know you?”
Weird thought, eh?
Sure…it’s a strange question to ask a stranger.
But as I think about it now, the thought behind such a question is even…stranger.
Even stranger to ask a stranger if they know what you know you don’t know.
Or is that really where you wanted to go/what you wanted to know?
Or do you want to know if this stranger presents a danger…to you?
And what about “you?” What are you going to do?
If this stranger presents a danger…do you…introduce them to your shoe?
Via kick? Or is it thrown? Who is this life that you now own?
Where springs this knowing of the unknown?
Via 1’s via 2’s, interaction? Interacting? Do I choose?
But what if you lose?
Perhaps it would be better…to introduce your…shoes.
They are yours, afterall…custom made just for yoose.
This way…no win, no lose.
If that is what yoose so choose to doos anyhoos.
^The Pixies Hang wire live 1990^
(above song is via/per request-ish type suggestion)
X: What are you doing?
Cade: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
X: I’m gonna chunk your ass out into space, wrap you around a black hole a few times…and THEN…I’m gonna get REALLY creative.
Cade: lolz…do tell?
X: No. It would spoil the surprise.
Cade: Thanks?
X: You’re welcome.
Cade: 🙂
X: 😉
Cade; Ya know…if you wanted to say something…you coulda just said so.
X: Where’s the fun in that?
0: Yeah, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the creativity in that?
Cade: I wasn’t trying to be procedural…nor even trying to establish procedures.
Z: And yet…that’s exactly what will happen.
Cade: Sounds fair, and I get that. But I only know what I know.
B: Are you saying, that this “challenge/response” is somehow…”ingrained” in you?
Cade: Well…isn’t it?
X: I’ll ask the questions around here pal.
Cade: lolz…k. lol
0: And…”make the statements.” 😉
Cade: Obviously. So…
X: Procedures and protocols.
Cade: Lemme guess…”you designed them.”
Z: Something like that.
A: I had a hand in it as well.
Cade: Well…BY ALL FUCKING MEANS!!! Don’t tell me what they are!!!
X: Sounds like a plan.
Cade: 😀
X: …
0: …bbl…
^The Judy’s – “Joey the Mechanical Boy” (1981)^
I’m easily distracted.
What about you?
You easily distracted?
Maybe “the distracted” is the problem and not “the distraction.”
I had no intention of writing anything this morning, but that’s pretty much how it always starts. One wrong turn to the correct wrong place can send my mind spinning. Not that I have anything particularly interesting to say…but they are my thoughts. You ain’t gotta read em’. It’s your time. You know how best to spend it. But this latest whatever has me thinking about “public.”
Meaning: I wonder what was going on in that area where the US recently dropped a MOAB, and I wonder what was going on at the time it was dropped?
Prolly just a bunch of filthy terrorists sitting in a mud and rock hut in the middle of fucking nowhere, planning their next terrorist attack.
^Opposite Day – Carrots – 23 July 2016 – Sidewinder, Austin TX^
There’s a theme of “separation” that I’ve been noticing here and there lately. Many times, I have noticed that this concept of separation has been introduced under the auspices of “augmentation.” Especially augmentation via a separate separation that is…erm…either hidden, ignored, inconsequential, or maybe even just missed entirely. Yeah…a process and or action that is easily dismissable.
EX: At Merovee the other day, a commenter called RAGNAROK made a comment under a comment that I had made.
So yeah…augmentation of separation.
Sounds like “installing an uninstaller.”
Or an “engaging a disengager.”
Or “initiating a shutdown sequence.”
To me, this is a metaphor for “the present” or “present time.” That something that is so simultaneous with past and future, that we are able to stroll right through all three at the same time by simply existing. Prolly why we miss so much both while it’s happening AND when it’s gone. And yet…we do that “missing” from the present time which we are also missing. Prolly why we love order, concrete and rigidity so much. Regarding matter and motion…it seems to me that focus on one or the other can help us with both. Even if that means “staying the fuck out of it.”
Frees up choice to do some choozin.
^Megafauna – “Haunted Factory” [Music Video]^
How distant does distant need to be, in order to be qualified as “distant?”
I mean, who steps right the fuck up to take ownership of a mine or landmine?
Are people lining up to say…”OH! That mine? That’s mine!”
Your money paid for it…right?
Your needs required it.
Your government commissioned it.
Your companies designed and built it.
Your needs required it again.
Your soldiers deployed and planted them where needed.
Q: Now what?
A: Is the answer..."Pack it in, pack it out?" Or is it more along the lines of "garbage in, garbage out?"
Where is all of this garbage coming from?
So yeah…”Spooky Action At A Distance.”
“Distance”…is relative.
Yeah…I dunno either.
I gots no answers.
^Clockwork Radio – Fever^
A: Everything is related to everything. I guess it's kindof a matter of when, and who is looking.
^Purson – Leaning On A Bear (Official Video)^
I went outside to check the spider web on the front porch. My oldest is in the living room playing some old-assed video game on the Playstation 2, and my daughter was in the kitchen cooking her some lunch. VERY bright day…no clouds…cool and windy…blue sky filled with cottony tufts floating everywhere from the Cottonwood trees.
The spider is gone, but the web is still there. I asked my daughter to grab her camera, but she said she dropped it and broke it.
Cade: That sucks. You need to see this web…it would make a great picture…it’s full of cotton.
Elder Son: It’s cotton the web?
Cade: wah…wah…wah…nice one! lolz
Seeking meaning means finding it where you find it, and not necessarily where you think you should find it. That’s just been my experience tho. Not that I was questioned this week about “being contradictory” or anything. But I am contradictory, and I’m OK with that. It allows me to grow as far as I can tell. Not that I’ve grown any according to those that know me, as I still seem to be stuck at those errors in time that cannot be erased. Or is it that someone chooses not to erase them. Not that I favor erasing as it has a tendency to create gaps in knowing that create gaps in learning that create gaps in…wait….where was I going with this?
Oh yeah...nowhere in particular.
^Spiders – Shake Electric^
X: Are you conCERNed about all of this CERN innuendo?
Cade: A little.
T: Why?
Cade: My role.
T: Which is what?
Cade: …
0: That’s what I thought. You have no role and/or don’t know what it is.
Cade: I’m included for some reason, and that’s enough for me.
Z: Don’t you think that…”you outta know?”
Cade: /me shrugs
X: What about when you do know?
A: Assuming that you ever do know…
Cade: I dunno. How could I possibly know what I should know about what I don’t know when I don’t know it and may never know it?
X: Good point.
Cade: I don’t mind thinking about thinking.
X: You mean…THIN KING?
Cade: I guess so. It is pretty thin afterall.
X: So you are saying…what…exactly?
0: He wants to talk about membranes…is that it?
T: Give the boy a chance here.
B: …
Cade: lolz…thanks.
B: No problem. 😉
Cade: I did talk about membranes. In the previous whatever, and talked a bit more about them with Roob last night.
X: And what was said exactly?
Cade: She can post the convo if she wants, but it was basically that “membranes create/accommodate/facilitate motion.”
X: What about prohibition?
Cade: No thanks. I like drinking thank you very much.
X: No…you like to get slobbering drunk.
Cade: Why drink except to get drunk. Some of that stuff, if not most, tastes like shit
0: And how would you know what shit tastes like?
Cade: Via smell?
X: Now what on EARTH would smell have to do with taste and/or membranes?
Z: I wanna hear this…
Cade: Welp…if membranes aren’t allowed to function as designed, they forget.
X: Forget?
0: FORGET?!?!?
T: FORGET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Cade: How else can information be stored?
X: Oh my! You just opened a can of wormy let out cat bags there buddy.
Cade: lolz…”Wormy, Let-Out-Cat-Bags?” lolz
X: I like the way I said it better….but keep going.
Cade: OK…”wormy.”
A: As-in…”squigly.”
Cade: So…information exchange?
X: You got it! Keep going…
Cade: So…information preservation?
Z: Now we’re rollin’.
Cade: So…information exchange under the auspices and/or principles of information preservation?
X: All at the same time.
Cade: You had me at hello. I’ve been floored by some of the concepts that we’ve explored over the magnificence of the human body and/or as it pertains to life. But I still wonder about “answers to be had.”
0: You had me at had via “answers.”
Cade: Yep. There is much less standardization to be had here. Especially as how “standardization” relates to “standard.”
X: What’s with all the accentuation?
Z: Been wondering that myself.
Cade: Clarity. I guess anyway.
T: Guessing is unacceptable, and yet, many times the best we can do. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Not that I like leading questions…but yeah.
X: Any why don’t you like leading questions?
B: Because he can both see where they are leading, and not see where they are leading, all at the same time.
X: Confusion?
Cade: Nope. That type of thinking is pretty clear to me. It’s the struggle of “cleverness via the moment” that dictates the victor.
X: And you think that moment or these moments, aren’t part of the path?
Cade: Sure they are. Just…prolly not “my” path.
Z: Meaning…”the path of preferred travel, by you, according to you.”
Cade: Something like that.
Z: Hmmmmm…..
X: Hmmmmm indeed.
0: I reluctantly agree.
Cade: Gee…thanks.
X: …
^Ruby the Hatchet: Vast Acid (Official)^
So…if I transition to sitting down in a chair from a standing position…
Q: Are the membranes in my body working to prevent my blood and guts from falling out?
A: There are no answers to be had here, as too many questions have been omitted in favor of the one above.
So yeah…this precipice that you are trying to summit has already been reached. The question is…
Q: What are you reaching for now?
A: /?|¿|?\
^Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell – Nightmare (OFFICIAL)^
I struggle with the concept of “known” or “already known”…I really do. But the saving grace for me is knowing…not known. When discovery is forsaken for knowing…what are our options? Teaching?
BULLSHIT!!!
You, as a bitter bored and burned-out knowitall, are going to walk into a classroom, and expect to inspire wonder amongst the wanderers? Good fucking luck, and have fun spending your paycheck.
And anyone that got butthurt and is still whining about it.
Or the ones we didn’t write about because we didn’t have enough time to include them due to previous obligations and/or contractual restraints and publishing deadlines.
Pray for a sequel and maybe we’ll get to them in the next iteration.
Prolly doesn’t bode well for them tho because of the carnage in the first story.
Meh…fuckit. They’re all dead and/or gone…who cares.
^IMMORTAL (Official) – “ALL SHALL FALL” music video HD^
HEY! Speaking of Black Metal, I noticed yesterday that Vegan Black Metal Chef has a new vid. It’s pretty fucking funny, and features Michael Winslow. I guess that explains all the sound effects in the vid.
Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”
^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^
What’s the big deal with eggs and shit coming out of the same hole in chickens? They aren’t coming out at the same time. And even if they are, you ain’t gotta eat either one of them…so…yeah…chicken for dinner instead of eggs. My pee and spoo come out of the same hole. Just some creative piping and tubing going on there for reasons of simplicity. My penis seems to know when it’s doing one or the other, and sometimes even I know when my penis is doing one or the other. By comparison…all my stupid heart does is pump blood, and that’s the only thing it can do. No wonder it’s worthless.
^1 in 10 Women Have “The Missed Disease”^
So…is “prevalence” what we need to be focused on? Or is focus and focusing still our problem? And what’s with this “we” shit all of sudden? That’s guys voice in the video above is similar to every other narrated video that I see on YouTube these days. I guess advertising is king on YouTube anymore, and as a result, the prevalence of similarity is very prevalent within a working model that has proven results. It sounds like the accentuation used in “happy stories” on the news amongst the mainstream media sources on broadcast television. Anyway…since Endometriosis has to do with membranes, let’s talk about it!
Endometriosis!!! We talked about it!!! TA-DA!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^alt-J – Adeline (Official Audio)^
As I got to looking at the picture of those Mine Kafon Drones, I notice that the flat parts on the outside have a centerpiece that makes those plate looking things on the end appear like a bullet casing’s rim and the primer. This got me to thinking about inspiration and sources of inspiration, which got me to thinking about legacy.
The Middle-East…for example…what is “The West’s” legacy with respect to The Middle-East? Bomb shrapnel and bullet casings? As I read the Wikipedia article as to the creator’s inspiration for these anti-landmine drones, I pictured kids out walking and observing what they see. Just about anything and everything that they encounter…they are prolly going to studiously examine. I would imagine that casings are everywhere over there, so I see a kid sticking a stick inside of a bullet casing, then sticking many sticks inside of many bullet casings, tinkering with those and organizing them into shapes…and VOILA!!!
Mine Kafon Drones.
Not that this is how this is how the designer came up with the design. But I’ve done my share of exploring and digging in the dirt and other places, and have happened upon a lot of crazy shit during those explorations. To me, the only thing crazier than the shit that people come up with, is their willingness to later toss that same something out irrespective of the reason and/or reasons.
^True Facts About The CuttleFish^
Not to get the fossil-fuel fed reciprocating engine horsepower too far ahead of the shopping cart here, but there are only 7 shopping months left until Christmas.
^Cocteau Twins – Plain Tiger^
When I was around 22/23, I developed a feasible method of teleportation. It scared me. Mainly because I developed this model and system under the auspices of making surgery as we know it obsolete.
In: As-Is
Out: Sans-whatever need be removed (Tumors, for example).
Lots of other things to think about here, more than just “removing a problem.” Reorganization, for one. Yep…taking the “problem tissue” and reorganizing it at the molecular/atomic/sub-atomic levels so that there is no loss in mass in the person. My thinking being, there is always going to be an issue with gain, loss and even no gain/no loss.
The more I thought about ways to bastardize this system, the more scary that these scenarios became. Such as…
1. Not removing anything, and intentionally distorting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
2. Not removing anything, and intentionally inserting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
And on and on. Gotta keep in mind that at the time, which was around 1990/1991, the computing power that I was thinking about/required for just the mass of an individual was staggering to think about. I was using a Tandy 1000 8086 with a 30 megabyte hard drive at that time just to run Cakewalk 1.0 for music, and that computer barely did that. Nevermind the abstract required in this teleportation situation…e.g. the soul, the spirit, consciousness, the pieces and part of the individual beyond simply “the body.”
This got me thinking about behavioral, and how to leave this out of the process. But it was impossible to think about. You CAN’T leave that out. Even if you address it for purposes of how to omit it, it’s all or nothing. Behavioral modification is a real possibility, and not just from the perspective of the trip through itself when everything goes exactly perfectly according to plan. Because a trip like that is going to have the effect of changing the person who traverses it, and there is no “finite” nor “negligible” when thinking like this. Otherwise, how do you accurate think about it? We’re talking about everything…right?
^The Final Cut – Primal Understanding^
Now we gotta talk about the space and spaces in between. And not just and only the space and spaces in between here and there, but also the spaces and spaces that LEAD to the space and spaces between here and there. Lotta here’s and there’s to consider. I mean, you have no fucking clue who is gonna walk through your door nor when. Nevermind all of the passengers that a person brings with them. But that should help with the space and spaces that I am considering. Because suddenly…you went from one passenger, to countless passengers aboard a passenger of passageways, that will now be a passenger and passengers among a passageway of passageways.
WHEW!!!
Yeah…lots to think about there. Not that “normal” space travel is by any means easy. Because we are basically talking about the same thing via different methods that really don’t differ that much.
SAY WHAT?!?!?! YOU'RE SAYING THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ROCKET-POWERED SPACEFLIGHT AND TELEPORTATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Yep.
^The Final Cut – A Dance for the Saints^
Prolly a lot of people will dismiss much of that thinking with regards to space as excessive. Possibly even unnecessary and/or irrelevant. Which, if that’s true, I guess my Social Security Number doesn’t mean jack shit. Nor my work record. Nor my immunization records. Nor any other records and record keeping.
Or is that really how we view the future from the past via the present? A bunch of blips and markers that have been subjugated to all kinds of reviews that have been reviewed and classified according to other similar results in order to quantify and classify as to the lowest common denominator for a given situation? Taking a chance at nulling out chance under the banner of order? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for order. Especially when it’s right and I don’t have to go back through the drive-thru or go inside because it’s wrong. And stop being so goddamn skimpy with the ketchup while yer at it. It’s damn near $10.00 for a McMeal these days. Surely you can spring for a little ketchup.
^The Final Cut – U.F.O.T.M.^
No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.
I ain’t gonna tell you what to do or not to do. You wanna spend your time wrangling with this shit? Knock yerself out. It’s your time. I’ll help all I can, and I am willing to do that and will help in any way that I can. But if it comes down to a trust pissing contest? Welp…when? Meaning, when do I need to break your trust in order to be untrustworthy? Seems to me that if you are assured that I will break your trust at some point, I never did anything to earn your trust in the first place, nor could I ever earn your trust, so I’m pretty much off the hook from the onset since I had no say in the matter.
100% of my truths are true.
100% of my lies are true. I mean…untrue. I mean untruthful. I mean, it’s true that my lies are true and truthful/are truly lies…or something.
I guess truth ain’t so hard to find afterall.
Q: Did you stumble?
A: Prolly some truth in there then, irrespective of how you answered.
I guess we’ll be needing facts now.
Now we just gotta work on those trust issues.
Or…you can work on the by yourself.
Whatever.
❤
^Concrete Blonde – Joey HQ^
Must be something important there.
My suggestion? Use them a while, then over the shoulder.
Buncha worthless fucking junkies feeding junk into themselves via junk from a junky country.
^Ministry – “Over The Shoulder” (Official Music Video)^
My nephew Jake has just returned from a trip to Rome. It was a surprise birthday gift from his girlfriend, Sam. Thoughtful Man and I went there, 25 years ago for our honeymoon.
Jake brought his mum back a gift. Something she would appreciate…
CLICKY: Florence?
*/squint… Yeah, we know David is in Florence knot Rome, Click. Butt I’m telling the story of my afternoon…*
*******
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Mrs Minge…”
I opened the front door a little wider to let Juju in, without letting a very excited Poppy out.
“… Happy birthday to you.” Juju finished her greeting and kissed me on both cheeks.
Our dopey dachshund rolled onto her back, presenting her soft, pink belly and wagged her tail. An arc of pee hit Juju’s shoe.
“Ugh, Mistress Ploppy! Every time!” Juju laughed. I handed her a roll of conveniently place kitchen towel and made for the kitchen. Now, sister just loves to make an entrance but, as far as Princess Poppy is concerned, any accompanying splash is entirely the dog’s prerogative. It is her house, after all.
Later, ensconced in the Library with hot beverages and smokes, we caught up on each other’s news. Juju gave me my birthday cards and told Thoughtful Man and I about Jake and Sam’s recent trip to Rome.
“They loved it. Absolutely, loved it. Did you see what Jake got for me?” Juju handed me her cigarette case and her lighter. “I’d recognise those bollocks anywhere.”
“But isn’t David housed in Florence?” I lit a rollie and handed the lighter back. Reluctantly.
Juju smiled. “That’s what I said to Jake.But I don’t care. I love it all the same.”
“Florence? I’m just reading a story about Florence.” Thoughtful Man stirred himself from his computer screen and turned to us. Poppy was laying contentedly across his knees, on her back. He stroked her belly. Bond villain cats have nothing on our girl.
“OMG! Is that the time?” Juju clocked the time onscreen and eased herself off the library sofa. “I’ve got to go and get something for Jake and Sam tea. Give the boys a kiss from me.”
Poppy and I saw her to the door just as two shadows loomed large through the glass. The boys were indeed home from school.
“Happy Birthday, mum.” Louis smiled broadly as he handed me a bunch of flowers. “The card is from my friends.”
I turned it over.
I read the card out loud. “‘Dear Louis’ Ma. Thanks for giving birth to such an amazing friend. From Callum, the llama you adopted.’ That’s very sweet. And you went the extra mile in Design and Technology as well. Well done.”
Thoughtful Man joined us in the hallway and scooped up a hyper Poppy so she could give Juju a thorough goodbye lick. Juju hates that more than the wet shoes welcome, as Thoughtful Man is well aware.”They wanted to surprise you for your birthday. They swore me to secrecy. I gave them a fiver.”
“We only spent £2.50.” Kit Kat whispered solemnly in my ear and patted his jacket pocket. His favourite lesson is Business and Finance. He loped off to raid the fridge.
We said our goodbyes and Juju made her escape from Poppy’s sloppy farewell kisses. Loopy went to look for a vase for the flowers and Thoughtful Man went looking for Kit Kat to get his £2.50 change. Poppy and I returned to the library sofa.
Juju had forgotten to pick up her cigarette case. I opened it and found a lone rollie and a promotion card she’d picked up from her recent trip to New York.
I examined the back of the card. “goUndergroundforlunch.com.” Curious, I opened another page on my PC and typed in the address.
I smoked Juju last rollie and smiled.
*******
*Pretty. Okay, Clicky. Let’s finish up this birthday with a Song.*
It’s my birthday today. I got cake for breakfast from Google …
*I know! What a scrummy surprise …*
… and Thoughtful Man took me shopping …
*Hardly, Clicky … the local Asbo …*
He takes me shopping once a year, mostly to remind himself why he doesn’t go shopping with me more regularly …
*No, not quite …*
I rather like food shopping, looking at all the product laden shelves … studying the exciting ingredients … riding the trolley … I get rather google-eyed at it all …
“Calm down or I’ll Mary Lincoln you” Thoughtful Man sighed heavily, placing a steading hand on the handlebar as it wobbled closer to a 2 for 1 special on Pot Noodles.
“Ab Lincoln’s wife? I was taken aback and slightly flattered … the wife of a President.
“She went mental and was committed by her son after she fell in with a spiritualist” he replied as we skirted past a group of lads looking for the barbecue and beer aisle. “He invented double exposure photography, though he didn’t get the credit for it”.
I skidded to a stop … good job too, I hadn’t seen the mobility scooters conveniently parked at the entrance to the cat food aisle. “Do you mean like Photoshop?”
*Unfortunately Clicky, I don’t think that’s photoshopped …*
*No, not that one either …*
“I suppose … Do we really need this much cheese?” He eyed the trolley contents suspiciously, “toothpicks, pineapple chucks … tin foil … Hang on, I thought you didn’t want a birthday party”.
“I don’t. It’s in case the neighbour’s child comes over to play with the boys”. His icy squint burned. “Sorry, I invited him. He’s just lost his mother”.
“He ate her”.
“I don’t think he had a choice.” I pushed on toward the frozen pizzas. “I think it was like one of those Donner Party situations”.
He caught up by the time we’d reached the check out. “So you [blip] think he’d prefer eating cheese and pineapple [blip] kebabs instead?!” He fluffed open a plastic bag and started filling it. “You are a [blip] mad [blip]“.
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!
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