30-Day Song Challenge: Birth Year!

For today’s challenge, Dear Reader, Cade and I will be exploring songs from the year we were born…

*/Lights up… That resonates for me, Clicky…*

*/Drags… that’s not from 1967…*

Legs and Poppy suggest songs from their birth years

*Ah, in that case, I do! …/stream smoke…*

…So let us take you back to 1967, Dear Reader. Enjoy! 😀

bttf myfly rock and roll

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Day 18: Songs from the year you were born

Cade’s first song pick…

Hey…Roob…could you be a shade more…vague? Three songs each from 1967? Am I to deduce that we are supposed to be thinking of songs from the year we were hatched? Or…conceived. Cause like…your parents musta been getting freaky in 1966 cause you were born in May of 1967. Me? I’m straight up 1967, cause I was born in November of 1967. Irrespective of the specifics, it’s not like I was listening to the radio as soon as I was born. So…what in the FUCK does music from 1967 mean to me?

I wonder what was going on, 15 November 1967. Anything interesting? I was already aware that MJ Adams died on that day piloting an X-15 aircraft, but anything else interesting going on? Especially in no-fucking-where Oklahoma where some tubby 9 pound 11 ounce kid was born in the wee hours of the morning?

1 + 9 + 6 + 7 = 23

2 + 3 = 5

One…five

Hrm
^Happy Together – Turtles^

Roob’s first song pick…

*Ah,  the anthem of ‘The Summer of Love’, Clicky… /blows smoke rings… Incidentally, I Haight ASH and would love to see them buried… /flicks ash…*

On the 25th May 1967, Procol Harum’s ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ entered the UK charts for the first time. It didn’t get to No.1 until it dislodged the song that was topping the charts on the day of my birth…

*And what was No.1 on Cade’s birthday, Clicky?*

^Baby Now That I’ve Found You – The Foundations -1967^

Cade’s second song pick…

Turtles, eh? Kinda weird considering that I have two “power animals”…the donkey, and the turtle. That’s some fucked up power animals for someone to have, eh? Yeah, the scorpion is also a power animal of mine, but that goes without saying because I was born in November. Which, speaking of, did you know that Scorpio is a water sign?

Me neither

Just got an urge to look up songs from 1967 that dealt with “water”, and holy smokes…one caught my eye. Mainly because I wrote a song once where the lyrics were…

Another silly question…from the mouth of babes…you point me to…
One more empty portal…on a sinking ship…not much to do…
Pull my chain…and drag me…but don’t call my name.

Wrote another song where the lyrics were…

Left hand…right hand…whadda ya gonna do…
Got an empty soul…like a hole in my shoe.

Do you think maybe that “resonance” is a thing? Portal(s)? Water(s)? Syncing(s)? As far as I know, I’ve never heard this song in my life. Not until now anyway.

^HOLE IN MY SHOE (1967) by Traffic (incredible stereo mix)^

Roob’s second song pick…

Hey Cade… ‘Hole In My Shoe’ got to No.2 of the UK charts in 1967 and again in the eighties with Neil from the ‘Young Ones’…

*If I’d been born a boy, I’d have been called Neil… /sigh…1984. Again. I swear, I’m being stalked by that year, Clicky… /thinks… I wonder if it’s ‘cos I lost my virginity during the first couple of hours of 1984. I was drunk…*

^The Supremes – The Happening^

Cade’s third song pick…

OK…um…hrm. Just blasted through the top 30 songs of 1967, and a few of them tickled my fancy. The Monkees ‘I’m A Believer‘ charted in 1967, and it grabbed me because I almost used ‘Last Train To Clarksville‘ and ‘Hey Hey We’re The Monkees‘ in the previous post. ‘Soul Man‘ by Sam & Dave also grabbed me, but primarily because of The Blues Brothers. Aretha Franklin’s “Respect‘ appears to have charted in 1967, and she had an appearance in the Blues Brothers movie singing ‘Think‘. ‘Incense And Peppermints‘ by Strawberry Alarm Clock also rang some bells, and ‘Windy‘ by The Association was another song I was quite familiar with.

All that said, this one actually means a special something to me because I listened to it on vinyl a lot as a kid. Completely perplexing song for a young mind. I didn’t “get it”. Could not understand it. Why, in the hell, would someone …EVER… jump off a bridge?

^Bobbie Gentry, 1967: Ode to Billie Joe – Original Capitol 45 rpm Disc^

Roob’s third song pick…

*Agreed, Clicky. These Song Challenge posts are a bit missive-ish… /stubs butt…*

The final word from Cade…

After I finished writing last night, it occurred to me that it had gone past midnight, and was now January 4th. The significance? My daughter was born on this day in 2000. My daughter turns 20 in 2020. Weird.

Digress

Considering the subject matter, loads of memories came flooding back. Music and movies of the time, things that were going on in the world, things that were going on in my own life, they were some strange times. The new millennium, the arguments over when the new millennium actually started, the Internet was moving into the mainstream, the Y2K Bug didn’t kill us all 4 days ago, the “DOT COM” bubble, the mortgage refinance boom was flagging, not to mention that 9/11, Freedom Fries, The Patriot Act, Homeland Security, and a shitload of war was right around the corner…although we didn’t know it yet. Or did we?

Did some digging for songs that were released on 4 January of 2000, and stumbled across an interesting footnote type of thing from that date…an album released called ‘Before The Buildings Fell‘ by Black Tape For A Blue Girl. It appears that the album was originally released in 1986, but was re-released on “enhanced CD” in 2000. Anyone remember “enhanced CDs“? Another weird curiosity from the time. And speaking of curiosities, it looks like someone uploaded the whole CD to YouTube about a month ago. Good timing, eh?

HBD Kiddo

^07-Black Tape For A Blue Girl’-Before the Buildings Fell^

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I’m back to work on Monday, Dear Reader, but tomorrow Cade and I will be presenting songs that make us think about life…

life is like a box of chocolates

*Unless you read the description enclosed, Clicky…*

… Have a Song ❤

^Severine – Un Banc, Un Arbre, Un Rue^

30-Day Song Challenge: Numbers!

LAST TIME AT THE LOL

Day 2 of the 30-day song challenge, Dear Reader…

… and this time Cade and I are looking at songs with numbers in their titles…

*Exactly. Like the one Joe Public left in comments yesterday. That was very sweet of him, Clicky…*

…And as with yesterday’s post, we’re gonna start with Cade’s first pick. Enjoy! ❤

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Day 2: A song you like with a number in the title

Cade’s first song pick…

Today, I had a tie for first place. Really not sure which one jumped in there first, but for the purposes of this writing, I’ll start with number 9, then move on to 49.

Engine, engine, number nine,
Going down Chicago line.
If the train jumps off the track,
Do you want your money back?

Can’t recall when nor where I originally heard this song (probably my younger sister) but it wandered back into my life about 7 years ago whilst I was having my evening walk at the local park. Amazing the random and long forgotten stuff one stumbles across when rummaging through the storage closets of your own soul.

<Midnight Star – Engine No.9>

Roob’s first song pick…

My first song is a very easy pick for me. ‘Four to the Floor’ by Starsailor was the very first song Thing 1, Looby Lou, sang along to and requested over and over again, whilst being driven about town by Thoughtful Man. He was nearly 3… Ahhh 😀

<Starsailor – Four to the Floor>

Cade’s second song pick…

And now, onward from 9 to 49. What can you not say about this song? It’s funky, it’s bluesy, its slightly sleazy, some swing, some grind, its rock and fucking roll you can bang your head to…all with a dash of Joe Walsh weirdness. It is highly likely that I first heard this song at the local skating rink.

<James Gang – Funk #49>

Roob’s second song pick…

Five is my number – my birth day, divided by my birth month equals 5. The year I was born, when the digits are added together, comes to 5. Both 5 and 55 are Fibonacci numbers and that just so spirally 😀 I have to include a song with 5 in the title, but which to choose?

*/nods… Beethoven’s Fifth would be a good choice, Clicky, but I fancy sumfin more upbeat. Sumfin to dance and sing along to…*

*Perfect!*

Cade’s third song pick…

Was weird that the first two songs that popped into my head, have actual numbers in the title. Me and Roob are doing three songs each for this particular post, so it’d be kinda neato if all three of my songs had actual numbers in the title. However, the next song to pop into my head was Two Time Grime by Skinny Puppy. FUCK! I love that song, but no actual number in the title. What to do?

‘Gymnopedie No. 1’ by Erik Satie just popped into my head…it has an actual number in the title. Now ‘Piano Concerto No. 21’ by Wolfgang Mozart has popped into my head…it has two actual numbers in the title. After thinking even further, ‘8:15 To Nowhere’ by Vicious Pink has floated into my brain on a breeze…it has three actual numbers and a colon in the title.

Holy SHIT!!! A spoiler just appeared on my radar. On top of all that number crunching, I stumbled  across a song in my head with a really weird kind of number in the title. I think I’ll save the spoiler song for the comments section, you can look up those above three works if you so desire, and I’m gonna stick with the original #3. Quick question before we get there tho…

Q: Are these songs supposed to be “rock”?

A: ??? 

The individual from the original tweet was called “Rock God”, so I’m wondering if some of this stuff I’m picking would pass muster as “rock”, or even “songs”. Prolly some people reading this that wouldn’t even classify some of the stuff I pick as “music”. Uncultured swine the lot of you 😉

<Skinny Puppy – Two Time Grime>

Roob’s third song pick…

As I’m gonna have the final word on this post, choosing my third song is really easy; I’ve only listened to it, like, a squillion trillion times in my life. It has 4 digits only, five if you include Cade’s ‘gut’ feeling, above 😉 I give you Blondie’s ’11:59’…

<Blondie – 11:59 – Parallel Lines [1978]>

The final word by Roob

Poppy and Leggy suggest songs with number titles

*Hey, I thought I was having the final word, Clicky…*

*Woo Who, Song too… /squints… Interesting…*

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And that, Dear Reader, is Cade and mine’s choices on day 2 of this 30 day challenge. Tomorrow will be ‘summertime’ songs, so do come back for that. And if you have a favourite song with a number in its title, please feel free to let us know via the comments section, below. We’d love to hear them 😀

Have a Song...
<Queen – Seven Seas Of Rhye (Official Lyric Video)>

Birthday LII: Sham and Shambollocker…

Today is my birthday, Dear Reader 😀 I am now officially 52…

Jack rolls ball to Danny

*That’s right, Clicky… /lights up… on the 25th… /drags… I got a fuckton of cards from the peeps at work… /streams smoke…*

* /smokes…*

… 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.)).

*I love Pride & Prejudice, Clicky… /taps ASH…*

… are distinguished from minuscules…

minuscule (n.)

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.

*wait, what? …/squints…*

HHGTTG Towel

 */drags… Fanks, Clicky… /furrows brow… I fink… /blows smoke from side of mouth..*

*Okaaay…*

*Ha! Basically, that’s my story ‘BOGOF’ in Underdog Anthology Ate… /final drag… He’s lost a lot of capital this week… /plumes smoke…*

*The Ravin’ is all about Tessie Jackboots in Underdog Anthology Sics… /stubs butt… She threw in the towel, too… /yawns… Finally…*

*Minuscule sympathy felt for either…*

So, I’m not at all stressed at being 52, Dear Reader 😉

Her Be 53

*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 ❤

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Y Adam Y

*Putting the four to the fore, Clicky? …/pats snout… Purrfect video choice to start this shambles off…*

golf fore birds

*/rolls eyes… Yeah, Clicky, you killed it…*

It’s funny, Dear Reader, but twice this weekend I’ve started writing a post here, but been diverted by MEROVEE Frank in the Red universe…

Moss four five fire

*/lights up…*

Saturday’s LoL effort concerned the results of the Local Elections, which were held last Forsday…

hulk thor smash

*/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…

Merovee May For Fourth Be With You post notification 1Merovee May For Fourth Be With You post notification 2

*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…

Roob asks Cades remote viewing 1Roob asks Cades remote viewing 2

*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…

hulk iron man captain america thor

*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…

*/smokes…*

*If they don’t know who the killer was, how can they know his star sign, Clicky? …/squints… Oh no, that’s right, Gemini’s my zodiac sign…*

Sew… When on Sunday lunchtime, I saw this tweet…

… 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…*

a life aquatic still smoking

…Only for  MEROVEE Frank to strike again!

merovee Frank killer punch

*/final drag…*

MOL Oz DJ 42 Adam Sky dies*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… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: HBD RBD2!

I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…

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Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).

Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…

frank spencer

*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.

Blue eyed shining Roo

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)^

btyytld

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.”

Mass layoffs…I suggest them.

Problem(s) = SOLVED! Next!
^Cocteau Twins – Cherry-Coloured Funk (piano cover)^

Hmmm…I notice that Jennyburger made a video.

I know nothing about any of that crap she is talking about.

But to be fair, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Sooo……um…..yeah.

No idea what any of that means.

I do know that my younger sister dated JFK Jr. for a while.

Seems that JFK Jr. had trouble with an aircraft as well at some point.

But…all things being equal, nothing really unusual about people dying in and around aircraft.

Nor anywhere else for that matter.

/me shrugs
^Time Traveling Rockefellers – Death of Richard Rockefeller 2014 Part I^

Q: What did the inner epidermis say to the ingrown hair?

A: What are you doing in hair?
^True Facts About The Armadillo^

pgavd4s

 

Mine Kafon Drone
Demining
Land Mine
Eindhoven
Droog (Company)
Tactical
Military Tactics
Tractics
Wargaming
War Game
Tactical Voting
United States Presidential Election, 1992
James Stockdale
Citizenship
Resident
Residency (Medicine)
Northwestern Department of Emergency Medicine-Rotations by Year
Yale Residency Training Programs-Rotation Schedule
Stratego
Toy Soldier
Joe Toye
William Guarnere
Foy, Belgium
Norman Dike
Peter O’Meara
Strange
The Stranger
Strange
Stranger
St. Ranger, eh? Must be on some kind of crusade for sainthood.
^The Judy’s ‘Wilma A Go Go’^
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en-
Entelechy
Schema
Schema
Danger
Danger

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.

Q: How many plans does “The West” have?

A: ...?...¿...?...

Q: How much planning does “The West” do?

A: ...¿...?...¿...

Q: Are these “plans” and “planning” correct?

A: ó¿ó
^The Judy’s – You Never Call Me^

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Restitution

There is no way out of this web.

Just sayin’.

^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]^

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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)^

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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)^

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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.

Sorry, but even a copy is original.

^BLACK MIRRORS – Funky Queen (Official Video) | Napalm Records^

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Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…
Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

...and they all lived happily ever after.

Cept for everyone that died.

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.

Michael Winslow

Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”

^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^

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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”^

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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^

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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^

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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^

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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.^

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No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.

Spondylolysis

No spaces nor gaps there either.

^Foetus – “White Knuckles” (1980)^

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Speaking of spaces…owl ears, owl eyes, owl feathers, owl design, etc..

Owl get right to it.
^True Facts About The Owl^

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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^

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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)^

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^Extreme Low Level Flight^

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Hello again!  I hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…

*No, I told you, Clicky… knot that Michael Crawford… /rolls eyes…*

Have a birthday Song…

That Syncing Feeling – Crabby Birthday

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…

Juju's gift
CLICKY: Florence?

*/squint… Yeah, we know David is in Florence knot Rome, Click. Butt I’m telling the story of my afternoon…*

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“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.

“A massive sink hole opened up there this morning. Swallowed up a bunch of cars.”

Florence Sync hole

“Blimey!” I woke my PC from it’s snooze and opened a new page to look for myself. I’d been tweeting before Juju’s arrival.

“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.”

Card from school

I turned it over.

Birthday message from Loopy's friends

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.

Juju rollie case

I examined the back of the card. “goUndergroundforlunch.com.” Curious, I opened another page on my PC and typed in the address.

Better being Underground

 

I smoked Juju last rollie and smiled.

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Birthday flowers

*Pretty. Okay, Clicky. Let’s finish up this birthday with a Song.*