*The font, Clicky, the font! …/sigh… Why do I bother?*
Running dangerous low on memory space, I’ve had to upgrade the LoL’s WordPress account. I did this on Friday, whilst off work for “Christmas Shopping”. I now have more memory, no ads, a selection of fonts and themes to choose from, and a new domain…
*Ha! …/pats snout… I love that show, Clicky …/lights up…*
Whilst I had the plastic handy, I decided to replace the lost copy of a book I used to own. And it has just been delivered! On a Sunday!
I could have got it quicker by buying it for Kindle, but seeing as it was a Kindle version that was lost, I thought I would indulge in a tangible copy with built-in page turning sound effect…
*And scrolling too… /drags… It’s got it all…*
“Christmas shopping” completed, I spent the rest of Friday morning editing a short story Cade was writing for the upcoming Underdog Anthology…
It was funny him mentioning feeling like he’d been hit by a train, as I’d just been atweeting…
*/sings… I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity. Now up put your hands up…*
I mentioned Part 1 of John Lash’s Archonic Dementia talk previously and this is another longish one. But was so incredibly syncy that this time I took some notes. Kinda…
I didn’t manage to listen to the talk all in one go…
Lashy really doesn’t like the proponents of AI and D Wave computing, likening them to “carnival barkers“. And then he mentioned something that brought me up a bit short…
‘The cover image is the Seal of Solomon, the seal used on the brass vessel in which Solomon trapped 72 demons and their legions of spirits. I redrew the version in Goetia, scanned it then meddled with it in Paint Shop. It’s relevant to the story, as is the chosen colour and the strange object at the bottom of the back cover. That’s enough hints – no spoilers.’
‘Samuel’s Girl‘, the next book after ‘Jessica’s Trap’, has already been republished and ‘Norman’s House’ will finally see the light of day in the new year. As for what Lashy’s thinks ‘The Singularity of November 2017’ is…
*Er… or Dear Reader could just simply listen to the talk, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Have you ever watched a movie that had an affect on you, Dear Reader? Viscerally speaking, I mean…
*/sniff… No, Clicky, don’t… /hitch… No spoilers… /wipes eyes… That still makes me cry…*
In 1989 I went to see the film ‘Field of Dreams‘. It was on the opening weekend at the Empire cinema in The Haymarket of London’s West End. Barry Norman on ‘Film ’89’ a few days before had given it a rave review and I was keen to see it. So on a cold, dark Sunday evening in late November, Mother and I went along to watch it. She bought the popcorn; Result!
Toward the end of the movie, when Doc Graham steps over the line to save the child, I started to cry. I managed to keep my blubbing under control for the sake of Mother and the rest of the audience, but as we left the cinema, the cold night air hit me and I became somewhat hysterical…
*Very ugly and loud…*
*Okay, not that ugly… /rolls eyes…*
I couldn’t stop crying and I couldn’t move. Embarrassed at first, then a little worried, Mother managed to lead me to the bus stop across the road, where I cried solidly for the half hour while we waited for the number 1 bus. Then I cried all the way home.
It’s a pity Mum’s dead now; she told the story so much better than me – you may think I’m a bit soppy but she would have had you pissing your pants…
I’ve been having weird and involving dreams this week, Dear Reader. I felt quite ill upon waking on Monday morning, like my insides had been pummeled all night. Thoughtful Man and I had spent Sunday evening bingeing on Chinese food and ‘Stranger Things’. It’s what I dreamed of…
*Oi! Spoilers, Clicky!! We only got up to episode 6 of series 1… /pouts… For fuck’s sake…*
I felt ill all day and ended up having an early night. I didn’t dream of Stranger Things that night…
Roe v. Wade is a landmark decision issued in 1973 by the United States Supreme Court on the issue of the constitutionality of laws that criminalized or restricted access to abortions.
A strange thing for a “Limey” to dream about. A US Supreme Court ruling on abortion is not something you think about much, let alone dream of. But it was even stranger to later hear someone talking about aborted foetuses…
*/lights up… Lashy recorded and posted that yesterday, Clicky… /drags…*
“The Archons are not alive; they do not breathe for instance. An Archontic entity does not breathe. It operates on an electrical field, grounded in a mercury base and sealed in a number of silicon formats that are the equivalent to the intel chips in a computer. I’m talking now principally about the embryonic form of the Archons described in the Gnostic texts, as resembling the aborted foetus.”
*Yeah, that don’t help… /streams smoke…*
Anyhoo, no notes from the talk this time, as it’s the first part of two or three talks explaining how and why the vaunted AI So Fear is a fraud. And inviting rebuttal. I wonder if he’ll get any.
My only interaction with that kind of technology was to be introduced to Pepper. It told someone off for swearing, I really don’t think it’ll approve of me smoking. But then, it is programmed by and for Public Health 😉
As for last night’s dream…
*That’s enough, Clicky, go get something from Level 42… /pats snout…*
A bit of a treat for us now, Dear Reader… A new missive from Cade, The Okie Devil of Text US!!
*Happy much, Clicky?*
I’ll let Cade tell you himself. Enjoy! ❤
*******
!!!WHORE NETS!!!
^Huge Hornet Nest Removal^
I know…I know. There weren’t supposed to be any more of these for a while. And yes, I realize I’ve been writing some bullshit over at my own blog. And yes, I know that this “me leaving for a while” has happened several times. Maybe that’s why some people who write/write blogs or whatever, just….”disappear”…without saying goodbye. Maybe not. I don’t know…I’m not them, and life can be complex. Or simple. Or whatever. That does make me think a bit tho about structures and frameworks.
When we study, and learn, and study, and amass, and study, and learn, and seek, and accumulate…all for whatever purpose that we are doing this and these things for…we sometimes forget to reduce. And if there is anything that humans are good at, it is reduction. Prolly why things get so fucked up when we amass, and forget to reduce.
EX: You are a dude, who likes a gal, and you write her a shitload of poetry to win her affection(s).
Q: What happens when and if you actually win her affection(s)?
A: !!!
Yeah. Do you suddenly stop writing her poetry?
That’s not a very nice thought.
To me it isn’t anyway.
But yeah…I think we humans are masters at reduction and redux.
I think “The Universe” prolly gives us a hand here and there when we forget.
^Drop The Poptart w/ Somewhere Up Here (2nd edit)- deadmau5^
OH!!! A very Happy Birthday to Cynarae St. Mary, who turned 759 or so years old today.
❤ !!!HBD!!! ❤
A song for CstM.
🙂
^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^
How are you? Ya…really…YOU!!! How are you? I worry about you. Well, not only and always worry, but I do think about you here and there.
How your day has been?
How are you getting along?
Hoping that you are OK.
/me shrugs
Many times I have to stop myself from doing this tho.
Not my job to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Or maybe it is.
^Leftwing & Kody – Sound Boy (Original Mix)^
Much of the infrastructure that makes infrastructures possible is invisible, or at least more temporary/less visible. When we think about older engineering marvels, we seem to be more fascinated by the shit that ain’t there, that the shit that is. Prolly why we sometimes get so goddamn nosey about people as individuals, and what has made them what and who they are. So…we pile it on. Anything and everything is possible, and we can and do explore any and all options. We MUST know…right?
I digress.
I was watching a documentary about Stonehenge the other day, and this yet is another structure that “baffles” modern engineers. That somehow these ancient fucks were idiots because they didn’t have “modern shit” like we do. Yet I get the feeling, that whatever they had, was the most modern shit available at the time, so in Relativistic terms…yeah…they were pretty goddamn modern, and were at least equally modern to us.
I digress again.
They were digging up bones, and talking about how the most revered and most wealthy/powerful people were buried at and around the Stonehenge site itself, and there was a nearby camp where “the workers” lived, and where THEY were buried.
Q: Any chance you fucks have that backwards?
A: !!!
You always assume these top down societal structures to where “the haves” get everything, and “the have nots” get nothing, and always forego the slightest INKLING of any equality within the mindset(s) of ancient people(s). That anything and everything was always driven by rod and lash. I find this difficult to believe. Weren’t there less people back in the dizzay? Or is that a strawman argument that has been summarily dismissed by…erm…experts?
Yet again, I digress.
I get the feeling that “workers” were prolly always revered. If you have a batch of brains that can design but not build, and a batch of brawn that can build but not design, there’s an equality there.
^Tim Hawkins – “Yoga Pants” (song)^
Been thinking quite a bit about time with respect to genetics over the past few weeks and months and years, then suddenly, I stumble across this story last week where they’ve made some new revolutionary change to some dude’s genetic code. But what that really got me to thinking about, was this story I read a year or so ago, about this group that was about to attempt to put an organism in some kind of living death stasis, and then see if they can revive it. The story gave me the chills, so I’ve not followed up on it and have no idea if they proceeded/what the results were, but that does get me to thinking about honesty.
Not truth...honesty.
Q: Can you find truth via any path other than honesty?
A: ???
Yeah…I dunno either. But I did get to have lunch with my mother the other day, and it reminded me of something she told me when me and her went to visit the grave of one of her brothers back during the summer of this year.
Ma: Ya know Cade, you were the most honest of my children.
Cade: Me?!?!?!?
Ma: Yes…you. I could always count on you to be honest.
Cade: Sure as shit never seemed that way at the time.
Ma: Well, I’m sure that you were honest many times because you feared repercussions/getting in trouble, but you were always honest nevertheless.
Cade: Thanks?
It was quite the gut-shot on several levels. Are we only honest when there is a punitive system in place to keep us that way? I wonder when THAT structure can be removed, and we can just…be honest?
^Nitrous Oxide – Orient Express^
SO!!! These fucks will tell us what they are doing, but not necessarily why nor how, and they may or may not tell us how everything turns out. So…trust. Is trust the path to truth? Or honesty.
Lotta bricks in a path.
Nevermind the infrastructure that creates the space and spaces to lay the bricks in the first pace. And where’d those bricks come from anyway?
WHO DREAMED ALL THIS SHIT UP?!?!?!?
WHERE’D IT COME FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Just sayin’.
^The Revivalists – Wish I Knew You^
Made a video with my new camera recently, and the clouds on this particular day had that “a roof on the world” kinda vibe to them. It reminded me of some of the visualization types of things that I used to do when I was younger.
On days when the clouds cooperate, lay on your back on the ground, look at the sky and clouds, and try to picture the clouds being both a ceiling AND a floor, all while thinking about the ground you are laying on being both a ceiling and a floor.
Now…watch the clouds move.
Try and fix your eyes at certain points, and to NOT follow a particular something moving through the sector you are focusing on.
Now think about yourself being between both of these floors/ceilings.
Now…think about the world spinning.
Now…think about anything and everything else in The Universe, and how it is moving and spinning.
Q: How…in the FUCK…am I stationary?
A: !!!
You’ll prolly eventually start doing what I call “phasing”…and you may get a shade disconcerted and confused about what it moving, and what is not. But if you keep in mind that you are both moving and stationary, even when “stationary”, it should be something to help keep you from freaking out to badly when you start to see “the void” and just how deep it is.
^Detlef – JayDee^
Something that I tried to do, was see myself circling the entire Universe, and traveling that distance so fast, that I eventually flew right through The Earth/Terra from the back, and right back into my body. And actually, it wasn’t a circle as much as it was traveling a straight line to somewhere that was so distant, that eventually something unexplainable happened. This resulted in me being put on a return trajectory, that returned me to where I was, via a straight line from the opposite direction.
You can prolly put a torus in there, and that analogy/description might make more sense, because the straight line will eventually bend at some point. But at some point and points, you are going to get this sliding kind of feeling, like you are about to start sliding around on the ground, and start circling The Earth/Terra in circles while laying on your back.
This can be a frightening sensation. But what I was eventually able to do, is just go with it. It’s kinda funny to imagine gravity failing you just enough, that you are eventually traveling in circles around the planet, all while laying on your back. Faster and faster, until eventually, you are going so fast, that you wind up right back where you are.
When you are able to start imagining yourself circling the planet, and circling The Universe at the same time? You can cover some distance(s) in relatively short order, and you can start to see and imagine all kinds of crazy shit.
^Latmun – Please Stop (Original Mix)^
Cade: SO!!! What choo up to?
X: Same ol’.
Cade: We never talk anymore.
X: That’s because you never shut up.
Cade: I do try sometimes.
0: Interference?
Cade: Funny that YOU would mention that.
0: How so?
T: Yeah…how so?
Cade: Rut roh.
T: What does THAT mean?
Cade: I dunno. Just lots of “convos” going on pretty much 24/7, so it’s kinda difficult to know what to think sometimes.
Z: Are you saying…that you are…”hearing voices”?
Cade: No. You said that.
Z: Oh.
Cade: I’m trying to make sense of a lot of things.
0: Maybe…too much?
Cade: How would I know?
X: Maybe this is where you would need to rely on others.
Cade: If I’ve no clue what I am doing, how the hell would they know?
X: Maybe they’ve been there?
Cade: That doesn’t make sense. Contextually.
0: What are you saying?
Cade: Whatever I say and/or have said?
0: You aren’t fond of leading questions, and yet, you give rambling and/or indirect answers. Isn’t that kindof…hypocritical?
Cade: Sure.
0: Wait, wait…wait just a minute there sparky. It’s that easy?
Cade; I thought you wanted direct answers?
X: Booyah!!!
Cade: …
^50 Cent – Just A Lil Bit (Paradox City Edit) (Free Download)^
That should bring us to “flat earth” quite nicely. Or not very nicely. Or both. Or whatever.
The ground beneath your feet…is it flat?
If you are in North America, and someone else is in Australia, is the ground beneath your feet flat, and beneath their feet bent?
How?
Doesn’t that make the ground beneath your feet bent to them, and the ground beneath their own feet flat?
So maybe it’s both?
Maybe it’s either?
Maybe even sometimes…it’s neither?
Were you, contextually, within the womb? What about prior to? What about after?
Sorry…just doing some parsing and concatenation for display and/or teaching purposes.
Carry on.
^Leftwing & Kody – What You Sayin^
If you want something to be one, or the other? Welp…I gots some news for you…it’s already that.
^CamelPhat – Drop It^
Did you know that Japan has Raccoons? They do. I wonder how those got there?
^deadmau5 gets frustrated writing music too^
HEY!!! Survival Lilly won an award!!!
Now…them commies are speaking some weird and ancient dialect of Spanish in the video below, so I’ve no clue what in the fuck they were/are saying. However, I watched the whole goddamn video, and think that it’s cool that she won. Good for her ❤
^Survival Lilly wins Austrian Video Award 2017^
Let’s see what Thor is up to!!!
^THORnews 5 yr Heart to Heart: #1 Puerto Rico, the Mental State of the USA & bad Endgames.^
Got to looking at the image above...and it got me to thinking about something...
Q: What accounting does mathematics take into consideration with respect to changes within the soil(s) where the plant/flower grows, over time?
A: ...
Lemme guess…negligible? No wonder your figures never work. You gots tunnels visions.
The finite is always massive, contextually. The micro IS the macro, within the micro. Just thinking, that we seem to be willing to take some MASSIVE liberties with respect to an environment we know very little about. Seems like making predictive assumptions via intentionally toppling a stack of bricks. Poking something here, in order to get a reaction elsewhere. You don’t know what that reaction will be, but you are pretty sure that there will be a reaction, and that you can work with whatever it is that presents itself. So…using intelligence gathering methods from one area in which these methods are labeled as tried and tested and true, and applying those modes and methods in another area.
Sounds nested
^Green Velvet & Jay Lumen – It’s All About Me (Original Mix)^
Does the world need to crumble in order to find the hows and whys of what keeps it together?
Yeah…gonna be some long walks and lengthy discussions required in order to get your head wrapped around the thoughts that go along with that concept and those concepts. So with respect to reduction, does reduction remove? Or add?
If you need to take a breath, but cannot because someone is sitting on your chest, do we need to reduce? Or add? When and where, and/or, in what order? If you cut down a forest, does that make space? Or does it remove space?
According to myth, trees produce oxygen. So isn’t getting rid of a bunch to make space, actually causing our bubbles to potentially collapse because there in nothing to facilitate the production of the matter required to sustain this and these bubbles?
Lots to think about there. Especially if you/we start thinking about all kinds of bubbles, of all shapes and sizes, in all kinds of environments, that are nested and embedded within our environments.
Dear Reader, Legs has a particularly satisfying ranty roundup of the state of fuckwittery in November 2017…
*That looks like the Rotherhithe Tunnel, Clicky! Did you know they built the bends into it to prevent horses bolting for the daylight too soon? …/lights up… True fact…*
John Lamb Lash put out a new video on Thanksgiving. It hasn’t been ascribed a number but, as I pointed out last week, the numbering on his talks are out of whack, so it’s number 72…
Now, I know you’re an extremely busy Dear Reader, Dear Reader. You’re living your life, as you should, and you might not have the time to invest in having a listen. So I took the liberty of making some notes…
*Clicky! I’m tryna write… /drags… time enough for SPAM…*
…In bullet point form:
The wisdom goddess Sophia is the Greater Beast of Revelations 13, demonised by “Gnostic vandalism”… */thinks… overlook Wendy’s horns?*
The number of the beast is actually 18 */thinks… that’s also R…*
The Lesser Beast of Revelations 13 is the ‘handler‘ of the Greater Beast…
“Anyone that can handle the power of the Earth with shamanic skills and finesse, as I do and others in my company in Planetary Tantra, legitimately deserves the title ‘The Handler’ or the ‘Lesser Beast'”
The Nag Hammadi scriptures provides clues to an event called ‘Correction’ but don’t specify what form Correction takes */flicks butt…*
Lashy reckons Correction is underway, based on the framing idea that humans are participating in a divine experiment taking place on the planet Earth, whether we gno it ore knot, but that something went gone wrong with the experiment…
Between March 2011 and March 2014, the originator and designer of the Divine Experiment (Sophia with help from her consort Thelete) has RESET the experiment. Three years to us is like – what? – 10 seconds to Sophie… */ponders… if time was money… /stubs butt…*
Since March 2014, the entire world has been living ‘In Correction’ */coughs… Rings a bell…*
*/sigh… I know, Clicky. Still… */shrugs and lights up…*
The Mandela Effect is/was both an instrument of Sophia, and evidence or her Correction. Initially and primarily it occurred on the internet as that’s where our attention lies… */puffs…*
The Mandela Effect is now phasing out… */taps ASH…*
Since the end of September 2017, Sophia has shifted gears and is now directing attention onto CERN, witch basically is the breathable atmosphere that envelopes planet Earth. It’s a plasmic gel and we’re embedded in it…
*/chortles… “And Frankie’s got his band!” …/drags… He ain’t wrong, Clicky – it does get better and better… /blows smoke rings…*
Around the 27th October, Sophia went into overdrive and penetrated the membrane of CERN… */thinks… What was I doing on the 27th? …/drags deeply…*
Sophia is using the supernatural directly into the realm of ordinary life. The effect is ‘Mirrored Mirroring Events’…
“The supernatural intervention of the Divine Mother into the world event and into world history reveals itself in a mirroring of fraud and deception against the truth. So everything that she does to bring forth, to bring her magical children into the truth of who they are, and into the truth of history, and the truth of this Divine Experiment, is simultaneously mirrored in a fraud and deceit in certain events that occur in the external world.”
*Mandela Effect laid to rest… Air Force one… Leaving Las Vegas… /puffs merrily…*
*Fucking Saudi Arabia?! That Saudi Arabia? Doo what?!*
*’It’s a secret no one knows’ is the only lyric I can discern from that piece of pop, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Gotta say, the baldy bloke with the soft voice though… Creepy as fuck!*
The newly minted So Fear AI robot is not autonomous; it’s a ventriloquist dummy…
*/final drag and stubs butt… Pretty creepy, Clicky, but not as creepy as softly, softly catchee creepy baldy bloke… /shivers…*
Lashy provides two watch words for the way Correction now unfolds in this phase of the experiment, post the Mandela Effect: ‘Heed the Obvious’…
*/thinks… Yeah… Hmm… Needs some bonding…*
The other Watch Word is ‘Hold to Correction’ and what that means is we get to participate in it, even direct it in collaboration with Sophia…
“It ‘co-creation’ to use a New Age cliche. Co-creation and ‘co-evolution’ with the mind, emotions, passions and volition of the planet itself.”
So there you go, Dear Reader…
*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout…*
… Episode 72 of Decoding the Mandela Effect decoded… Sew you don’t have to… Unless of course you wanna… It’s your life…
*/lights up… Oi Clicky! …/inhales… there’s an interesting comment …/exhales… from Cade in yesterday’s post that got me onto a rant about smoking… /inhales… You’re a clever bugger… /exhales… find a video clip with How i.e. Mandel and smoking and Nazis… /drags…*
*/splutters… Fuck in ‘ell, Clicky! You got look like in there as well? …/coughs… You are a clever bugger… /drags… And to think… /blows smoke ring… Dumey found you in his swamp…*
Continuing on from the last two posts, Dear Reader, another Decoding the Mandela Effect talk from John Lamb Lash. This time, a question…
*Sew doo you reckon I have the imagination, Clicky, to see things as they actual are? …/lights up…*
Office for Budget Responsibility admits that tobacco duty has gone past the peak of the Laffer Curve. pic.twitter.com/TGx2U0Sdoj
*Oh fuck! Has the organ-grinder’s organ penalised smokers again today?! …/puffs angrily… I know Sophie likes a laugh, butt beyond the Laffer Curve is beyond a joke…*
*/drags… I ain’t giving up smoking just because the bastard Righteous wank stains want me to, Clicky… /streams smoke…*
*’Owie’s a germaphobe? …/sniggers… Gotta love the glove… /continues puffing…*
That’s about all for this post, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoyed Lashy’s talk. I’d just like to note that tomorrow is Thanksgiving in ‘Merica and it’s gonna be a huge one for my good friend The Okie Devil of Text US. He’s written three sparkling Thanksgiving posts… Doo check them out; he’s included a signature dish…
*/flicks lighter… Find an opening clip… /flicks lighter… as awesome… /shakes lighter… as the one you found for the previous post… /flicks lighter… Clicky… /lights up…*
*Ooh I loved Medium, Clicky… /puffs… Hang on, didn’t Cade specifically mention ‘medium’ in his post last night? …/squints…*
Sew… continuing on from the Head Shock post, Dear Reader, more Mandela Effect, as decoded by John Lamb Lash. However, as MEROVEE Frank has just picked up on the ‘Almond Shock’ in his latest post today, I thought we’d have a listen to one of his talks looking at a clusters of clues…
*Interesting…/plucks cig from pack… Shultz and Shulz? …/lights up… Snooping out missing ‘t’… /deep drag…*
*/coughs… Yeah, a cartoon snooping dog and Shaggy, knot a “shaggy dog chasing another shaggy dog”… /blow smoke rings…*
I’ll admit, Dear Reader, I had not heard about the Rhine Meadow camps before…
‘As a kid, I never could understand why Howie Mandel was cast to play a serious role. Sometimes they would put bits of Howie’s standup act in the show but even then, they were played straight. Another character that slept around with the female staff. An ongoing theme of the series. He had the last line “It ain`t over `til the fat lady sings” of the series before the mind-fuck ended while working on an opera singer.’
That’s enough for tonight, Dear Reader. Clicky and I will be back with some more decoding of the Mandela Effect as it applies to the Sophia Correction. Until then… Have a Song…
This post, Dear Reader, will explore the Mandela Effect…
… As decoded by Gnostic teacher John Lamb Lash, a set of 64 71 talks on UTube. I’ve been taking the time to listen…
I’d not heard of Toxy Poxy Ghandi before, so I asked my good friend Legs, who as well as being a damn fine publisher and author, is also a proper, properscientist…
*Spoiler alert, Clicky… /flicks lighter… Lashy reckons the Archons couldn’t hack our genes… /lights up… So they infected our brains instead… /puffs… I know… /taps ash… It seems far-fetched but apparently Sophie fell out of the Galactic Centre… /drags… A trip like that is enough to send anyone a bit bandy…*
Sew… The German word ‘Mandel’ can be translated into English in 7 ways according to John Lamb Lash:
And it does. Admittedly my understand of German isn’t great…
*/drags… We only talk like that when we’re addressing Poppy… /stubs dog end…*
… So I looked it up online and took some screenshots…
Applying the verb to the nouns implies action, movement even. As for Toxy Poxy Ghandi, well, there seems to be something in his assertions here, too…
‘In addition, “we show that parasites are a little more likely to be found in amygdala [a region of the brain] than in other brain areas,” Vyas said. “This is important because the amygdala is involved in a variety of fear-related behaviors.”
This is very interesting, Dear Reader. I had a bit of a ‘wheat shock’ myself this weekend on Twitter…
A loaf of Kingsmill bread with HFA certification which means that every loaf that’s bought helps spread Islam since it includes zakat religious stealth tax pic.twitter.com/IWY6jVXWhA
*Warburtons have only bloody signed up for that charadeetax-break as well, Clicky… /sigh… I’d better show Thoughtful Man… He does the shopping… /lights up…*
I’ll delve further into this subject in another post, Dear Reader. Until then… Have a Song 😉
Funny, a question of music… Back when he was younger, Cade wrote and performed some songs for an album he made for himself. He’s a lapsed musician but after some badgering…
*/drags… I’m so glad I didn’t say ‘sucking up’… /expels smoke… DON’T! …/glares…*
… After nearly two years of asking, he finally dusted off the tapes and put his music up on UTube so that it could be heard…
*Yes, I caught you whistling ‘doing the devil’s work’ yesterday, Clicky…*
With 4,776 miles between Dallas, Text US and the LoL, it would be impossible for me to wish Cade a happy birthday in person. Butt with the power of L-space, Clicky and I would like to wish him all the very best with some laughs, great music and good gifs…
Thoughtful Man sent me something to watch on Arse-about-Facebook this morning. A Christmas ad from 1978…
*Crikey! That brought back memories, Clicky… /lights up… Packed with stars of yesteryear…*
*Thirty years apart butt…/flicks ash… also packed with stars, Clicky…*
Apart from the quality of the production, the biggest difference between the Christmas ad of 1978 and the Christmas ad of 2017, is that one concerned itself with selling products whilst the other is selling an idea…
‘Unlike John Lewis’s famously tear-jerking adverts of 2011 to 2015, the tone of Moz The Monster is more in line with last year’s lighter ad, Buster the Boxer.’
*/:O… He does?! Go and get it Clicky… /deep drag… For Dear Reader…*
*Knot lanky Cleese, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Although… /coughs… At least that one’s short…*
*Thank you… /stubs butt… Enough of Christmas ads, Clicky… /sticks out tongue… Ugh! This year’s batch are gruesome… Go get sumfing to cleanse the palette…*
*/lights up…*
Don’t worry, Dear Reader, there’s only 44 more days to go now. Have a Song… 😀
Dear Reader, today the new/knew/gnu Who outfit was released to the world…
Apparel (n.) c. 1300, “fighting equipment or accouterments, armor, weapons;” mid-14c., “furnishings, trappings;” late 14c., “personal outfit, a person’s outer clothing, attire,” from Old French apareil “preparation, planning; dress, vestments,” from apareillier (see apparel (v.)). Middle English also had apparelment (late 14c.).
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Been thinking quite a bit about time with respect to genetics over the past few weeks and months and years, then suddenly, I stumble across this story last week where they’ve made some new revolutionary change to some dude’s genetic code. But what that really got me to thinking about, was this story I read a year or so ago, about this group that was about to attempt to put an organism in some kind of living death stasis, and then see if they can revive it. The story gave me the chills, so I’ve not followed up on it and have no idea if they proceeded/what the results were, but that does get me to thinking about honesty.
SO!!! These fucks will tell us what they are doing, but not necessarily why nor how, and they may or may not tell us how everything turns out. So…trust. Is trust the path to truth? Or honesty.
If you want something to be one, or the other? Welp…I gots some news for you…it’s already that.
Got to looking at the image above...and it got me to thinking about something...
Does the world need to crumble in order to find the hows and whys of what keeps it together?
Air conditioning, heating, and/or climate control. Gotta remember to address climate control at some point.
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