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.”
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^
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’^
es-
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^
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]^
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.
Sorry, but even a copy is original.
^BLACK MIRRORS – Funky Queen (Official Video) | Napalm Records^
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^
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.
Spondylolysis
No spaces nor gaps there either.
^Foetus – “White Knuckles” (1980)^
Speaking of spaces…owl ears, owl eyes, owl feathers, owl design, etc..
Owl get right to it.
^True Facts About The Owl^
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)^
cYa | cFa
^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…*
