*You cannot go showing private conversations like that, Clicky… /shakes head… Especially not ones were I blow kisses…*
*/:O… Or make googly eyes at strangers on the internet… /facepalm… Thoughtful Man could totally get the wrong idea!. My friendship with Cade is platonic … *
*…Affectionately platonic, granted, butt platonic… /squints… Can you see how hearts and googly eyes and kisses could be misconstrued?*
*Exactly! …/sigh… I need a fag… /picks up pack… Honestly, Clicky… /flicks lighter… You’ll get me in trouble… /lights up and inhales… I’ll write a post with the rest of Cade’s music… /streams smoke… It’s lucky for you Thoughtful Man hardly comes by… /deep drag… Get a Song, please…*
*/snorts smoke… You are fucking incorrigible, Clicky! …rolls eyes…*
Fluster (v) early 15c. (implied in flostrynge), “bluster, agitate,” probably from a Scandinavian source (compare Icelandic flaustr “bustle,” flaustra “to bustle”), from Proto-Germanic *flaustra-, probably from PIE *pleud-, extended form of root *pleu- “to flow.” Originally “to excite,” especially with drink; sense of “to flurry, confuse” is from 1724. Related: Flustered; flustering; flustery. As a noun, 1710, from the verb.
A bit of an omni–shambles for you now, Dear Reader…
*/lights up… Class are fick? That’s a bit harsh, Clicky… /puffs…*</i>
I have a post in moderation over on MEROVEE. See, I took a selfie…
*Yeah, the skeleton of a post… /drags… Knot fleshed out…*
*It’s released? /cough… No point me continuing with this post… /huffs… Fucking pointless exercise…*
Um… Apparently my MEROVEE Friday afternoon scribblings have been set free, Dear Reader. You can go read it now. Only if you wanna…
*Oh… /sucks smoke… Homework, Clicky?! …/snorts smoke… Well okay then, if you wanna try…*
I hope you had a sufficiently spooky Halloween yesterday, Dear Reader…
A prominent American television host has fainted live on air, returning just minutes later to host the remainder of her programme.
Fifty-three-year-old Wendy Williams fell to the ground during a live broadcast of her morning show, in a segment dedicated to her annual Halloween costume contest.
If I may direct your attention to the recent LoL post, ‘Miss Chief Maker‘…
*Overheated, my arse, Clicky… She looked like she’d seen a… mouse?*
This will be The Okie Devil’s last missive here for a while, Dear Reader. It’s a fairly long one, so I’ll keep this brief…
*/sniff… Gonna miss him, Clicky…*
… No spoilers! He can tell you himself… ❤
*******
“Never leave shelter to find better shelter. Especially in inclement weather.”
I cannot recall where I read that, but I do recall it being back when reading about “wilderness survival” when I was younger.
EX: If it’s snowing or raining, and you are partially protected, going out into the rain or snow in search of better shelter, is akin to abandoning a perfectly good ship in search of a life-boat…all because you are afraid that the shit might sink.
Nothing wrong with being forward looking…but what if the ship sinks because you weren’t there?
I think I read that somewhere once.
Can’t remember.
^Buffalo Springfield – What It’s Worth (Stop Hey What’s That Sound) – Slowed down to 33rpm^
Prolly why I’m so skeptical about things. Especially “future” things. You can cause just about anything and everything you want to happen, to actually happen.
No real mystery there.
That makes prediction more along the “soothsaying” types of paths a little easier to handle. It does me anyway. Also makes predictability/future telling/forecasting a little easier to discern from analytics. Again…that’s just me.
I like thinking about time and timings.
That said…some good news has arrived. Maybe “fortuitous” would be more apt. More later.
The irony is not lost on me.
I don’t think it is anyway.
^Planets Sounds^
This is actually a good way to learn drums. Well…it was back in the day of vinyl. Play a 45 on 33 & 1/3, or play a 33 @ 16. Helps you spot a lot of nuance that you might otherwise miss. Helps with those hidden shadow hits and accentuations, and helps you learn how to play them. More than that, when you speed the shit back up, it helps you find the flow within the difference(s) in speed.
When and if you eventually play live with people, they are gonna wander, and you gotta learn when to bend with respect to timing, when to be relentless with respect to being the timekeeper, and how to flow. Also, how to flow with the individuals that you are playing with. Each group has its own flow. You fit it, or you don’t.
^Stevie Wonder – Superstition – Slowed down to 33rpm^
As I’ve continued to think about a documentary that I watched recently about coral reefs, I continue to attempt to temper my urge and urges to act with as much prudence as I can muster. I do that, by hammering the fuck out of any and all sides of my own and others’ thinking. I must act fast, to move slowly. I must act slow, to move fast.
Q: If you are properly placed “to act”…is this indicative of need?
A: !!!
There are a lot of people that prolly ain’t gonna like that thought, not one … fucking … bit. Smacks too much of destiny and predetermination. Too much…fate. But, in my thinking anyway, to choose one or the other sometimes allows neither. I mean, hell…using that kind of thinking, choosing both allows neither. Certainly seems to have that potential anyway.
MAN!!! If there is a God/gods/whatever, he’s/she’s an irritating and annoying motherfucker, eh?
How bout a “normal” music break from all this weird shit?
BTW…this is another local band from back in the dizzay.
Just in case anyone is interested.
^About 9 Times – “There is no…”^
Started trying to re-watch this coral reef documentary, and I gotta give them some props for asking some difficult questions, but there’s still something about this documentary that makes me not like it. Something elusive and business-like…some thing(s) that are very contradictory…and some thing(s) that seem just downright angry and retaliatory.
That said, there is something…else. Something…elusive creeping behind all of that and all those. Something just downright disheartening. Methinks, partly anyway, that some of that feeling that I am getting, is related to trying to undo something, and NOT including undoing what you did in the first place that is causing the damage. Almost a bowed-head, whipped, broken, and bound in chains acceptance of defeat, all while contemplating what it is to continue living defeated. Maybe that’s what we need.
^Dying Coral Reefs Documentary 2017^
To relate, I’m gonna post another video that seems to contain some anger and angry people. People who seem angered to the point of rage. People who somehow feel that they have been betrayed. That’s what I am getting anyway. Admittedly, I’ve seen this documentary before. But I decided to watch it again, and yep…lotta anger and rage. I personally am not real fond of anger nor rage, but that’s just me.
Watch it if you want.
Or not.
Whatevz.
^THE MARS UNDERGROUND [HD] Full Movie^
Let’s get back to coral reefs, and let’s bring Fukushima along with us.
^ᴴᴰ [Documentary] Fukushima – Radioactive Forest^
We’re gonna have a string of large images to compare here…so…deal with it however you choose.
^Large Clock Ticking Sound Effect^
This first image, above, is “coral bleaching”, from The Great Barrier Reef in Australia, that is supposedly due to rising ocean temperatures. Or acidity levels. Or CO2 levels. Or fossil fuels. Or something. Whatever it is…this “has never happened before”…so we must do something. Or something.
^Cicada noise slowed down^
This next image, is from Fukushima and/or the surrounding areas, and shows someone holding two images. The bottom one is a normal photograph, and the second is a special photograph that shows radiation and/or exposure to radiation.
Anyone else see some contrast between the coral and the tree?
Maybe even…black holes and white holes, and why one is not necessarily preferable to the other? Maybe if you think in terms of expansion and contraction, neither will necessarily be real appealing. Throw in concepts like spaghettification and time loops, and backwards/forwards time and matter travel…and shit gets even more unappealing. Mix all those together…and shit is gonna get REALLY fucking strange. Or whatever.
^Rain Sound + Dial Up 700% slowed down^
While I continue to post these images, and continue to compare them to each other, while thinking about change(s) and changing, I got to listening to the video below…
as I was thinking about the images above
…and it got me to thinking about what we sometimes do…to stop thinking about something. Especially those things that we cannot change. The things we cannot prevent. The things that we intervene in, that we later wish we wouldn’t have…irrespective of reasons.
Meh…give it a listen if you want. But what I got to thinking about at some point…was gunfire.
Q: Were you to hear something, you’d rather not have heard…what would you do, to cover those sounds in your head?
A: ???
Yeah…I wonder sometimes if “The Universe” doesn’t sometimes try and do the same. Block things out.
Cover them up.
But before you get too conspiratorial in that thought and your thinking, remember that I tend to think along some crazy timelines, and in and amongst some crazy time and times. By that I mean…this “coverup”…could have came from 1,000,000 years ago…or could have come from 1,000,000 years in the future…
or could have even come from both.
^Songs of Whales into Nightingales, sped and slowed for comparison^
And of couse, the image above is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Maybe this is already well-known to science, but what I personally see…is pathways. Pathways that have been opened up, so that this energy and these energies can get to where they need to go, utilizing pathways that better or best facilitate how these energies get there.
I mean, science always and forever is talking about decay and decays of radioactivity, as well as how these decays themselves decay. What they never tell you…is how. I mean…yeah…they kinda do…but they are kinda vague. And not always in the most believable of ways with respect to their answer(s) of “we just don’t know.”
^Pink Floyd – Breathe [800% Slower]^
I mean…if I personally do not know something? I am prohibited from exploring further or knowing more…yes? I cannot build a still and start making whiskey or moonshine or whatever. Even if I am the only one that will consume it.
Irrespective, the channels for knowing have certainly become…erm…distinct. Perhaps that will take some of the sting out of any and all perceived slaps. None was intended, but I can certainly see some as interpreting my vernacular and/or thinking as being just that. A slap.
A backhand.
My hinting that I am being oppressed, and possibly even willfully restrained, by others, against my will.
Q: Am I?
A: ?¿?
Q: Would you tell me if I were?
A: ¿?¿
Q: Are you being honest?
A: !!!
Q: Who is oppressing me? You?
A: ...
Yeah…that kinda shit does sting. It hurts to even think about it.
^THX Certified Test 800% Slower^
And yet again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Thinking about paths and pathways does get me to thinking a bit more about these “Squirrely Neutrinos” that I’ve thought about. But in thinking about it now, in order to utilize these pathways, I’ve got to think about “rollers” and “parabolic trajectories” that are going to augment these pathways.
To me, anyway, that says that I’m going to need to prolly utilize some Tachyons, as well as both parts of the/a Neutrino when it is split. So that means strings of all kinds. We’ll get there and hopefully some of what I am thinking about will better come out as I go.
^Dolphin Sound Effect Slowed Down^
When we start “putting a face on things” that is more easily recognizable, maybe we can follow that “food chain” thingie upwards, see where we as humans stand, and maybe even where we should or should not be standing. I’m just thinking here, that all you need to do to show how important every single thing is in a food chain or genetic tree…is turn it upside down. Afterall…that’s where it all started…right? Maybe it’s time for some balancing via imbalance.
I dunno…maybe not. But like I’ve said…like it or not…I’m here. If I’m here, and involved, there’s a reason.
^hummingbird songs at extremely slow speeds^
Once again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Seeing these spots, has me to thinking about my cousin. Well…both of them really. But more so about my cousin that recently died, and she was one of three triplets. I did not know her. Never even met her, nor her sisters. But I knew her uncle. Ironic that her uncle also never knew her, since he also died of Leukemia at a rather young age.
But I’m thinking less in terms of mutation, and more in terms of adaptation. Even more…
adoption.
Coping. Dealing. I mean, we need it, and we need it now…right? Otherwise… someone might get ahead of us. Might beat us to the punch. And we can’t have that…now can we? The price is too high, and we can’t afford to pay it. I wonder who will? Who does? Who has? Who had to pay because they had no choice but to do so?
^Cockney Star Trek^
So let’s take a look at a couple of screenies of animation in the coral reef video, which depicts this process whereby algae is “ejected” from its coral counterpart.
Q: Why would coral “evict” it’s algae counterpart/symbiote?
A: ?
Is it possible that we do not fully understand what is going on there? I mean, if this coral is ejecting their algae…or…”life giving counterpart”, as the video refers to algae…
Q: Is it possible that the coral is anticipating not needing/no longer needing the algae?
A: ¿
Q: Is it possible that the algae is needed elsewhere?
A: ¿¿
Yeah…as in, expansion. The coral doesn’t need it, but it’s going to be needed elsewhere, so turns it loose.
Layering.
^cockneys get a cab^
Seeing the layering that is so prevalent in nature, I cannot help but think there is much more going on here/there than we think. This bleaching that is taking place…
Q: Is the coral itself actually dying? In each and every and all cases…is the coral dying?
A: ???
Or is this simply a case where we do not understand what we are looking at, but think we do since it looked like “this” when we first found it, and it now looks like “that”? One of the scientists in the video mentions that
“there have been two back-to-back coral bleaching events”.
Um…how is that even possible? Or are you talking about different regions? Is that all you are following? When something leaves, how long does it stays gone, and when it comes back? Also, what other order would “bleaching events” be other than back-to-back? Back-to-front? Front-to-front? Halfway-to-middle?
^Sreaming Frog- slowed down^
I got to talking to Roob the other day, and I mentioned to her my terror at a concept that I had started thinking about with respect to backwards moving DNA. Primarily, DNA that is basically de-evolving, because it is sensing changes in the environment that require scrolling backwards through it’s own genetic code.
Science always talks about what a warm planet Earth/Terra used to be, and if the planet is indeed heating up, and generic code does indeed contain a virtual library of history of histories with respect to an individuals own history, and possibly/probably the history of many other lifeforms…why would it be such a stretch to see an organism/lifeform/entity rock backwards in its own code to see how best to proceed and adapt due to the changes that it is sensing?
Like say…oh…we start digging up metals and petroleum from somewhere, and some of this stuff we are digging up and out contains all kinds of…erm…information…and the life that is already here starts detecting the presence of these “unknown” things…then scrolls through its own genetic code to see if it can sense or detect some matches. Something familiar. Something known. Much like me calling upon my ancestors for a hand when shit got sideways a few years back.
Yeah…I actually did that. I actually had a “WTF?!?!?” kind of moment…thought about all that it has taken me to get here, and how can I best serve that legacy. So yeah…I’ve been thinking in some strange pathways.
^Let’s make some noise…^
Anyway…back on Earth-ish or approximate…um…I’ve added some parabolas to the image above. What I failed to mention regarding the previous screenshot, is that it was taken from a portion of the video where they were looking under a microscope, and the algae was migrating from left to right as it was being “ejected” from the coral.
Maybe they aren't being ejected. Just sayin'.
Anyway, it got me to thinking about energy and particles needing to get to where they are going, and how that is achieved.
So yeah…I’ve jumped the shark in the big fucking middle of a hurricane made of earthquakes, that is raining tornadoes proximate to an erupting volcano…or something like that.
I’ve got DNA, ancient bacteria and other ancient DNA/genetic materials, that are intermingling with radiation of varied varieties, from various sources, in various states, all while “business as usual” is doing its goddamndest to continue on unimpeded.
Q: I wonder who is steering the ship?
A: !!!
Not to mention our effect(s)/affect(s) on oceans via fishing, shipping, dumping, drilling, airplanes, cars, power grids, billions of humans, and countless other lifeforms.
Q: How many exo-planets have we located this week?
A: Any? Many?
Not saying we should stop looking, because I wouldn’t be able to do what I am attempting to do without all of these things that we are doing, have done, continue doing. But I’m seeing more and more things that are causing me concern, and I know that I am not the only one who sees these things, and I personally remain quite far from panic.
As a matter of fact, I am quite calm about most of this. I do what I can, the best I can, where I can, and that is all I have to fucking give.
/shrug
^Bee Buzz Slowed Down^
So what would cause a situation to develop, that appears to be guiding and protecting the process of facilitating the orderly and timed release of these algae? Is it all internal and dependent upon the coral?
That can't be.
What if the algae refused to leave? What if algae couldn’t leave? What if the algae…fought back? We are, afterall, fond of referring to “chemical warfare” with respect to corals and/or coral reefs. But I’m thinking now…what if there was a discrepancy? Not only, would the genetic code of the coral need to assist the coral in how best to proceed, but the algae’s genetic code would need to do the same. Moreover, these two entities survive and thrive on symbiosis. So why wouldn’t they work together at all times, in all situations, under all circumstances, for the betterment of both?
I can understand some of these marine biologist’s panic. I mean hell, they’ve spent countless years hanging around these things…studying them…loving them. Why wouldn’t they panic? That said, there is still some creepy vibes that I am getting from that particular video. Maybe its the coalescing of a lot of this thinking that I’ve been doing. Prolly some and/or all of that.
^Peyotl Series: Water Sound slowed down to 7 times the original length^
My daughter, who is 17, has wanted to be a marine biologist and/or zoologist since she could mumble. She loves dolphins, wants to know the ocean(s). She wants to know her planet. I want to help her in any way I can. I myself love the sea/the ocean. Not been around it much, but it is amazing. But I think the same about a lot of things.
I’ve always been told that my biggest fault is that I reach too far, try too hard, strive to know too much. My tackling of time was a biggie when I was a kid, and I was always told that’s the one sure path to failure and/or insanity. Not sure why tho. Include anything and everything, and time can be a cakewalk to understand.
That’s actually not true.
Time is scary as shit.
Only the pleasant things make the unpleasant things bearable.
Talk time…and you talk all.
That’s a lot.
A lot to think about.
^Unreal Hi-Speed Camera Shots^
All that bullshit said, the best that I can offer is to fill in the blanks. I can usually see the same shit you see, and understand the same shit you understand, but I always look at things from the perspective of time. Like watching me being around 8 years old, and watching soap bubbles from washing our car run down the driveway, into the alley, and down the street…
“Where do those soap bubbles and that soap go mom?”
I was told that they went to the water treatment plant in town, and the soap was removed there.
But I had already spent WAY too much time in the local creeks to buy that one. It didn’t add up. Our creeks typically did not flow unless there was rain, and always lowered and/or dried quickly in the summer. I knew that there had to be more going on…so I watched. I watched the soap bubbles form when a rain shower started, from dry areas to where you could eventually follow them down and see even more soap bubbles and other crap coalescing as they proceeded down the creek(s). I followed them.
How long, in weeks, months and years, does it take, for soap from the car that I just washed, to make it all the way downstream to the water processing plant?
(Assuming that it actually went there, which I later found out that most of it didn't.)
How much actually makes it to wherever it is going, and how much is left behind, and where?
Yeah...I was a weird kid.
^MW3 – MSR Sniper Sound – Slowed down to 75%, 50%, 25%^
Just thinking, that maybe some signals are being sent, and maybe those signals are saying…
"leave".
Something to consider tho…maybe this and these messages, are incomplete. Maybe there’s more to follow, and we are just now starting to understand how to read these messages, without getting so fucking hung up on “who” is sending them. Such as….
"Leave...these..."
I dunno. I’m listening intently, whenever, and wherever I can. Perhaps I’m misinterpreting here. But you can make your own assumptions from there if you so choose to do so.
I’ve no answers.
I’m not even looking for them.
I wouldn’t know what to look for, even if I wanted to.
^The Bloop is Back^
I watched this next piece of shit earlier…and yes, I started at part II. But as I started watching, I remember that I’ve seen this one before…so…no biggie. I made it to 12:34 in the vid, before I got to thinking about a coupla things.
Q: Why would aliens broadcast messages via mediums and methods that “civilizations” that are not capable and/or ready to receive?
A: ... --- ...
Yeah. Our Universe is full of “noise” What if these signals being broadcast from elsewhere, were/are more Morse Code like? They send a “dah” here….and a “dit” there…and these dah(s) and/or dit(s) could potentially be broadcast days, years, centuries, or even eons apart.
Q: Doesn’t our solar system spin and/or curve?
A: ---->)0(<---
Q: Doesn’t this mean that even the most conical and/or straightest of signals will eventually curve?
Just been thinking about my thought that all of our “deep-space” probes and satellites will eventually do an about-face, and return to Earth/Terra. Or at a minimum, do an about-face in an arcing type of parabolic curve, and eventually head somewhere else entirely. Possibly still back to/towards Earth/Terra, but on a much modified course.
I see our signals via television and radio and satellite and whatever other method/means, as eventually swirling, corkscrewing, zig-zagging, and all kinds of other shit. Then again, I maintain that “The Laws of Physics” are going to begin to behave in radically different ways out towards the edge(s) of our Solar System, and they are going to get wacky as shit outside of it.
Then again, I see a lot of curves and curving.
I must be girl crazy or something.
^Unidentified Deep Sea Sounds – SlowDown (1X)^
Since we are talking about messages, messaging, and the interpretation of these things, let’s talk about some shit that Roob threw at me earlier in the week. But I’m gonna start off with a different video, because I can’t currently find the one in particular that she sent me.
BTW…this particular video below? It makes Binaural Beats look like child’s play.
^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down 800% (creepy)^
OK….I think this is the one that Roob passed along to me.
If this is the incorrect video, Roob can change it if she feels so inclined.
🙂
^Have you ever heard crickets chirping slowed down? Its amazing!^
Let’s find some counter-arguments, and see what we can came up with.
^Urban Legends: God’s Chorus of Crickets^
Q: Do choruses sing always and forever?
A: Too easy?
Welp, are you broadcasting 24/7?
365/366?
What about…listening?
Are you doing that 24/7-365/366?
How can your broadcast 24/7 and simultaneously listen 24/7?
Or is this why some of us are attempting to shout louder than others?
Additionally, no chance of mixed-signals?
… — …
—…—
… … …
— — —
..? -?- ?..
Is it possible this guy faked this cricket crap? (no pun intended)
Sure it is.
Is it possible that this guy just so happened to be in the right place at the right time?
Sure it is.
Science is all about “being in the right place, at the right time, with the right equipment, and the right amount of funding”…so…why would this seem like such a stretch?
I’m all for knowing.
I’m just not real sure if I really know what that means.
Here’s some more tho.
Maybe there’s some tuning going on or something.
Does make me think of “The Bloop” tho.
But yeah…tuning and tunings.
^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down^
Let’s us check out some birds!!!
^CREEPY: What Birds Sound Like in Slow Motion !^
Let’s us check out a bird!!!
^Parakeet Sounds Like Dinosaur In Slow Motion^
Let’s us check out even more birds!!!
^Birds Singing and Chirping in Slow Motion with Slowed Down Bird Song^
And yep...even more birds!!!
^WHAT BIRDS SOUND LIKE IN SLOW MOTION^
Maybe it’s not so difficult after all to understand how Penguins locate their offspring or how “pairs who mate for life” find their counterparts when/if separated.
Prolly not so different from our methods.
^Mysterious Stone Towers Discovered In The Himalayas^
I remember when I was a kid, I read about how pinball machine companies came up with the ideas for all those crazy sounds that pinball machines were starting to make in the 1970’s and 1980’s. These people would go out into nature, record all kinds of sounds with portable audio recorders, then they would take those recordings back to the shop, tinker with them, and PRESTO!!!
Pinball machine sounds.
I’m guessing that this also translated to the video games that would follow…but that does make me think….where else would you start when needing to make sounds? Analog and Digital synthesizers were just coming into their own, and samplers were just starting to come available. We need to make so creative and interesting sounds to include in these games as a method of feedback to the player(s). So…the question is…
Q: Where do we start?
A: K.I.S.S.
NATURE!!! I mean…where else would we get something? That’s all there is. There is nothing else.
To some, I could see that being discouraging or even disheartening. But aren’t being discouraged and/or disheartened natural things as well?
Not to mention…we’ve no fucking CLUE how much shit there is “out there” to find, nor when and where we’ll find it.
So yeah…maybe The Universe is still creating, has always been creating, and will always be creating.
Q: I wonder what role(s) we are to play?
A: I guess we'll find out.
Or something.
^Powerful Third Eye Opening Binaural Beat Subliminal Visualization Video & Manifestation Movie^
I guess I see a contradictory nature beginning to arise within science. Well, maybe not arise, but certainly be more detectable and/or prevalent or known. But this contrariness is one that almost requires that science talk out of its mouth at the same time and/or be hypocritical/make hypocritical assumptions about itself, and especially Evolution. Perhaps they fall back on…
“but…if The Big Bang is correct, The Universe is still creating, was always creating, and always will be creating”
…or something similar. All that said, just thinking that to consider oneself or one’s group as being above reproach…is prolly going to be fatal. I mean, I can see and imagine some bright, shiny care-free future as much as anyone else, but I personally don’t require to death, disease and travail(s) to see it.
You need not inform me of it either…I see it just fine. I’ve seen it, and I continue to see it. Not exactly sure what is being asked of me. Perhaps you need more time to figure out what to ask me. Meanwhile, I’ve got things to do. Lemme know when and if you are ready.
I'll be around.
🙂
^Cricket Sound Slowed Down 20x^
Maybe it’s just me, but I personally see both Science and Religion as equally contradictory and/or contrary, and not simply opposed and/or compared to one another. They always opposed unto and within themselves, which is prolly why they sometimes work, and sometimes not. Personally…that gives me hope. That means there is always common ground to be found.
There’s nothing scientific about those numbers btw.
I just pulled them out of my ass.
I was very scientific about it tho.
And I prayed before I started.
Just in case.
😉
^A Choir of Angels (Music Slowed 800%)^
OH!!! The news. So…whatshername banged on my door earlier.
QUICK BACKSTORY: Whatshername has been refusing to buy me any Dr. Peppers for about 4 months or so. Fair enough, and no problem. I’ve no room to complain. However…
Whatshername: Do you have any empty Dr. Pepper bottles in here?
Cade: Why yes…I do happen to have one.
/me grabs it and tosses it to her.
Whatshername: OK, cool. BTW, I’ve bought a few more…so…
/me starts to laugh hysterically
Cade: Um…you need me to drink some?
/she starts to laugh hysterically
Whatshername: Yes…as a matter of fact I do.
Cade: Has there been some kind of sudden…paradigm shift?
/we both continue laughing hysterically, because methinks we both know what eachother is thinking.
Whatshername: For the time being. I need two more empty bottles.
Cade: I’ll see what I can do.
Ya see…she is helping to put on one of those “Fall Festivals” at the church that the youngest two kids go to, and one of the attractions she is doing…is pumpkin bowling. They are using a painted basketball at the pumpkin, and 2-liter bottles as the bowling pins. It would appear, that she has 8, and needs 2 more by tonight to finish painting them in time.
Whatshername:OH! And I got a call from the plumbers. They are going to be here on Thursday at 8 AM.
Cade: So…you need me to be here…Thursday…at 8AM?
Whatshername: Well…they are going to be digging from inside the house, through the foundation, and they need to do that through my room, and not from within the kitchen.
/her room is just opposite the kitchen.
Cade: OK…
Whatshername: I’m going to have to move all the furniture away from that wall, and stack everything against the opposite wall and on my bed.
Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here Thursday morning?
Whatshername: They said it’s going to take at least two days.
Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here both Thursday and Friday?
Whatshername: No. I’m taking off work at 06:30 AM on both Thursday and Friday.
Cade: OK…so…you don’t need me to be here at all?
Whatshername: Yes. You don’t need to be here.
Cade: Ah. So…got ya.
Whatshername: Someone will be here, so you don’t need to be here.
Cade: Got it. That’ll work out well. I was planning on leaving tomorrow or Wednesday depending on the weather, and you can have your bed and room back.
Whatshername: OK, well…if things don’t work out for you, I can sleep on the couch.
Weird how things work out...eh?
^Birds Slowed Down sounds like a Dinosaur rain forest^
Sometimes…things just get weird. So fucking weird in fact, that all seems kinda…normal.
^GOD’s FROGS -The Sound of Frogs Slowed Down by 100%^
Maybe sometimes our shit, when tinkered with, gets wacky.
You know what they say tho…whatever doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.
/me wretches
^Running in the 90s slowed down to 60% sounds like a sick vaporwave song^
I wonder what this does for, and/or says about…percentages?
What about directions?
What about “directional”…and approximately what “directional” could potentially mean?
^56K Modem Sounds Slowed Down 700– Creepy^
What say we end this one?
^Windows Startup and Shutdown Sounds 800% Slower^
Demonstrable...repeatable...explainable.
There is no other way.
^This is how slowed down crickets really sounds. Not so angelic after all…^
Now…this is just me…but isn’t that last one kinda…erm…akin to saving someone from themselves?
What will they think of next.
So much for my being upbeat, happy and/or positive, eh?
^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^
I’ve got so much on my mind, that I don’t really have much to say. That said, I’ll keep writing, and we’ll see how and where this goes.
I stared at a blank page for almost 3 hours, and couldn’t think of where or how to start. Typically, I just sit down, and whatever comes out, comes out. But this one is a shade different. There are some things to get to, and I’ve got a fairly narrow timeline in which to get to them. That makes me uncomfortable. Much like the whole “you only get one chance to make a good first impression” kinds of thinking.
I mean, if that’s the case, why bother? Who am I trying to make an impression on, and why? Am I surrendering all rights in doing so? Not that I have a problem with being subservient, because under the right conditions I have no problem with that. But how many people can I bow to, where the courtesy is not returned, before I break?
I guess we'll see when we get there, eh?
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^
Something else that is on my mind, was the previous “whatever turned Missive” was, according to Roob, my longest yet. Not that I doubt her….I, in fact, don’t doubt her.
This particular whatever that I am currently writing tho…feels…longer. I’m only on my third paragraph, in my head I’m tumbling over the things I want to get to, and it just feels really fucking long. Maybe that’s because I already am aware of the massive amounts of shit that I am going to have to omit. Aggregate of the massive kind(s).
That gets me to thinking about the whatchacallit forums. They’ve been down for coming up on a year now, and I’ve been thinking about the few people that I got to speak with there.
Where are they?
What are they up to?
Are they OK?
How did they handle the forums going down?
Not like they had much choice in the matter, but I think about all the crap that I read. All the crap that I didn’t get to read. All of the crap that never got written, that I also didn’t get to read. Meh…you know what they say…
Even A Stopped Clock Is Right Twice A Day.
Oh wait…I got a better one…
Don’t Judge A Book That Isn’t There By It’s Cover That Is Also Mysteriously Absent.
^Dinka – Road To Perdition^
Whatshername has made Taco Soup. Imma go eat some.
BRB
^Nitrous Oxide – Show Me^
K…that was three hours ago that I went for soup, and I’m just now starting to type again. I can feel the disappointment and anguish within you. The longing. The confusion. The other stuff that is there…I can feel it too. It’s coursing through your veins like snot from your nose on a cold day…seeking to quell it’s yearning for a nearby tissue. I am very adept at feeling these feelings you are feeling.
I know them well.
Oh…and the soup wasn’t bad. A shade weak, and she never uses enough corn, but still tasty and quite palatable.
^Knife Party ‘Micropenis’^
And here...is what is happening in the world of Cade...
On Monday, Whatshername popped her head in my door, and mentioned that she had news regarding the hot water leak.
Whatshername: I have news regarding the hot water leak.
Cade: Do tell.
Whatshername: The owner called me, and she let me know that insurance has denied her claim.
Cade: Unpossible. Say it ain’t so.
Whatshername: Yeah…hard to believe, but its got to be done, so she is going to have to pay for it out of her own pocket.
Cade: That sucks for all involved. Sorry.
Whatshername: She’s calling tomorrow to schedule the plumbers, and she’ll let me know when they are going to be here to start actually searching for the leak.
Cade: I’ll try and make myself scarce.
So Tuesday rolls around…and…
Whatshername: They’ll be here on Friday at noon.
Cade: Okie dokie. I’ll try and make myself scarce.
And that’s that. Tomorrow is Friday, as it is currently 21:15 on Thursday October 26th. I was gonna disconnect my computer and clean tomorrow anyway…so…yeah….everything works out as it does, when it does, how it does.
I’ve already procured the vacuum cleaner and a broom/dustpan combo, a coupla loads of laundry, and I’ll be free to do any final digging and arranging in the closet on Saturday. I’m thinking about taking most of the clothes in garbage bags to The Goodwill for a shade more extra space in there. The more room I can leave, the less likely she is to throw the remainder away.
Sorry...just...thinking out loud.
^Knife Party – ‘Power Glove’ – OUT NOW^
In other news…I was able to login to GMail on my cellphone that isn’t mine.
Not real sure what to do now.
I guess I’ll just keep not responding to the glut of email I don’t get.
Now I just gotta see if I can work up the courage to login to Twitter.
I’m sure that the 8 people who follow my shenanigans will be thrilled.
^Deadmau5 – Overdraft^
I’ve described these “Omega Gates” in my bullshit before, but I’ve only ever used textual representations to describe how they work.
EXA: .Ω
EXB: Ω.
Yeah….pretty lame. A particle “boops” in and around the gate in order to avoid whatever the gate surrounds, giving the appearance that a particle has simultaneously appeared in two places at the same time, and/or vanished completely in one place and appeared in another.
Like a bent straw, that should immediately make most think about wormholes, but that’s not necessarily what I am talking about here. There’s going to be two primary particles that facilitate this gate’s creation, its opening, sustaining the gate, closing the gate, then destroying it.
Any number of particles and/or energies in various states may pass through the gate once open. But you’ll need to keep in mind that these energies and particles/matter and whatever else, have been coalescing for a long time, so there is a chance here to get a shade lost if we are looking for only one thing.
^Alex H – Blood Moon (Original Mix) sunsetmelodies^
So now we can split our Neutrino, which is actually two different particles in the same state and/or different states at the same time, especially when being acted on by a Tachyon. With respect to the Neutrino:
1. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go around, and the mass will go through.
2. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go through, and the mass will go around.
That’s an oversimplification due to what the Tachyon does on the other side, because we don’t know what that is until it actually happens. Our Tachyon may have been sitting there for 1 second, or it may have been sitting there for 10,000 years…we simply don’t know until it starts to gain enough mass, and by that time, it appears that our Tachyon came from somewhere it shouldn’t have.
Such as…our Tachyon appearing that it came from somewhen, and not so much somewhere. Both are going to be true, or at least, can be. There’s more to it than that…but I’m trying to be mindful of Roob and her needs….so yeah…let’s move on.
^ZENI – Breathe^
Our Neutrino has now split, and our Tachyon is going to make it’s presence known here and there. Both parts of our Neutrino are going to have much/many of the characteristics of each other, depending on what is going where and when.
Don’t want to confuse you at this point, but our Alpha Loop may or may not be there. It may also appear suddenly and vanish as quickly. If you think about our loop as a way of better managing time, energy and matter, it may not be so confusing when you see how it may sometimes appear to stretch time and matter, and may sometimes appear to crunch time and matter.
Not so much as a pressure relief valve, nor even a capacitor….but rather as an accompanying system that is as much a part of that system as anything else. Why build one, when you can have two at zero the price?
^Alpha 9 – Come Home [Full – HD]^
As you may have guessed, our Neutrino is going to appear to be at two different places at the same time, and will most likely sometimes appear as two completely different particles, and sometimes the exact same particle in two places at the same time.
Don’t forget our Tachyon on the other end, and it may not seem so confusing when I suggest that all three of these particles are actually always the same particle…they just operate in different times and places, in different ways, all at the same time…and sometimes at different times, all at the same time.
^Sebastian Weikum – There She Is (Original Mix)^
To make that thought not such a stretch, and to hopefully help it make more sense, think of these three particles less like inorganic matter, and more like something that matters…like people, for example. Let’s make them time-travelers.
Tachyon-C is “Person A” @ age 30
Neutrino-AB is “Person A” @ age 40
Neutrino-BA is “Person A” @ age 50
Q: At what point would we need to make such a distinction?
A: An event, at that time, in time, that included this person.
Not such a stretch when you think about it really, but I can already see the credibility wheels turning, and the question(s) of mortality/immortailty oozing out of your ears.
Q: What is the most aged thing that you have personally seen?
A: ?¿?
Q: What percentage of the age of this whatever, have you actually spent, with this whatever it is?
A: ¿?¿
EX: You find something that is 10,000,000 years old. How much of that 10,000,000 years did you spend with that something? How much of that time have you spent with that, or any other something? I’m betting not much, and I’m in the same boat, but I am trying to understand it.
It, being, time.
^Sebastian Weikum – Shout! (Original Mix)^
It’s at this point, that our Neutrino is going to assume many/most of the properties of our Tachyon, but our Tachyon is already long since gone. Well…in relativistic terms…yeah…long gone. Our Tachyon may have only covered an equal and opposite distance to our Neutrino, or it may have spent the equivalent of the next and/or last 6 months covering massive distances in a myriad of galaxies, or even just bopping around our own solar system.
Why do 1 thing, when you have the time to do 20?
Why do 20 things, when you have the time to focus on 1?
Why do 1 or even 20, when you don’t have to do any?
^Deadmau5 – Cyclic Redundancy^
From an engineering standpoint, I can’t see such thinking being a stretch. The only exception would be certain models that require a certain something, be the exact same way, every single time, for all time. Dunno bout choo…but that sounds dangerous.
^Disciples – On My Mind (Official Video)^
Coupla iterations of my Alpha L∞P.
^Roald Velden – Around The World (Original Mix)^
Coupla iterations of iterations on my Alpha L∞P.
^Boo Bass | Pogo^
Alpha Loops can fold, and they can fold many times in many different ways.
I’ve yet to encounter an Omega Gate that can, in and of itself, fold.
Omega Gates can bend and warp and stretch and straighten any number of ways, but I’ve yet to figure out if they can fold, or even if they would ever need to, seeing as how they are typically always entangled with at least one end of an Alpha Loop.
I’m just thinking now, why stretch when you can fold, and vice versa.
Still working on it thinking about it.
^Rezz – Voice in the Wall^
To relate a shade more as to what can appear where, and what can revolve about what and where, here’s a coupla more A0G8s where the Alpha Loop is actually inverted/appears above the Omega Gate instead of “below” it.
Gotta keep in mind that these shapes are merely architectural pathways that facilitation motion, energy, matter, etc., and the movement of these things contextually, to where and when they need to go. The matter and energy and whathaveyou is equally important in constructing/creating these pathways and where.
Think energy preservation, information retention, less destructive pathways that are “naturally occurring”…and maybe these concepts will also not be as much of a stretch.
^Soulwax – Is It Always Binary^
I’ve prolly added enough images to completely discourage Roob forever, so I’m gonna end this one here. But I think what I might do, is keep writing/write another one, because I kinda still feel like writing a bit. I dunno. We’ll see what Roob has to say, then go from there.
*That is certainly phat, Clicky… /shakes head… Butt it’s still not Fats Domino… /sigh… Now go find me a video of him in action…*
*Yeah… /sniff… Thank you! At last…*
Fats Domino was one of the first rhythm and blues artists to gain popularity with a white audience and his music was most prolific in the 1950s.
Domino’s music has been credited as a key influence on artists during the 1960s and 70s. Elvis Presley introduced Fats at one of his Las Vegas concerts by saying “this gentleman was a huge influence on me when I started out”.
Paul McCartney reportedly wrote the Beatles song Lady Madonna in emulation of Domino’s style.
*Cool! You got him singing it…*
He was given his nickname by bandleader Bill Diamond for whom he was playing piano in honky-tonks as a teenager. He said the youngster’s technique reminded him of two other great piano players, Fats Waller and Fats Pichon.
In the mid-1940s, he joined trumpeter Dave Bartholomew’s band, and the two co-wrote Domino’s first hit The Fat Man. Suddenly, the New Orleans sound became popular nationwide.
… the third volume of the Underdog Anthology is now available to buy!
As well as having a Harry and the FAKkers story included, I also had the very great pleasure of writing the Afterword again. This involves mangling a poem of great repute, to pass comment on modern political climes. And as this is a Halloween themed book, really there was only one choice of poet and one poem to tackle…
*Eww, Clicky! Lazarus rose from the dead, but that’s a completely different story…*
So, for your pleasure, and in the hopes that it might tempt you to buy the book (‘cos there are some absolutely corking stories contained within), please find below, ‘The Nuke Allows US‘ by Roo B. Doo, with illustrative illustration by H.K. Hillman…
The Nuke Allows US
There's nothing quite like America's aim,
With squabbling pols and a media grand;
Hollywood productions meticulously planned
A mighty mushroom cloud, a torch whose flame
Issues irradiation, and its name
Mother of All Wars. From the blackened land
Glows world-wide wonder; hegemony command
The Cold War winner of that global game.
“Keep in our good books now!” cries Liberty
With weighty lips. “Give us your money, your ore,
Your oils and gases (excludes banking fee),
The wealth contained in your burgeoning store.
Send all these and receive Democracy!”
*.../Lifts up arm, hand drops MIC to the floor...*
Now, as an extra special treat for all you synchromystics and synchnauts out there, here is a short talk from John Lamb Lash that you may find of interest. Eye gno I.D.ed… 😉
Following on from the last post, Dear Reader, Cade has sent through a missive with diagrams – his diagrams from inside his head – and that are also equations…
Since last weekend, I myself have been catching up on the talks by John Lamb Lash on the Sophianic Mysteries…
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HOWDY SASSHAT(S)!!!
This here whatever is gonna be about me. Like…a one-man-band…cept not so much, since RooBeeDoo is also involved in this nonsense
EX: See that image above? That’s SoPi_B01. Contextually, it’s actually SoPi_D01 since it’s the 4th part of a set of equations I’ve been thinking about, but let’s not fixate on the nomenclature(s) and their ordering just yet. Yeah, an equation. That thing above is an equation. There’s numbers and operators in there, ya just gotta look.
Let’s see if I can explain my little hourglass, and how it will hopefully expand a bit on gravity and time, or at least my thoughts on these things. Just keep in mind that I am an untrained and uncertified idiot who tilts heavily towards the dumb end of the spectrum, and this might be kinda fun.
Maybe not.
^One man plays Queen Bohemian Rhapsody^
Let’s point out the obvious. Does the color/do the colors help? We’re gonna be talking about SoPi, which means we are gonna be talking about Pi, which means that we are gonna be talking rainbows and light at some point, so we’re gonna have to have and think color and colors. You can prolly make out the seven(7)’s and one(1)’s and zero(0)’s quite easily, but you’re gonna have to keep your eyes peeled for embedded shit…
nested shit…
implied shit…
interpretive shit.
Such as…
eleven(11)’s…
equal(s)…
divisor(s)…
additive(s)…
multipliers…
decimals…
letters…
etc…
Yeah...
letters.
Q: Do you see the threes? The fours? The eights? The two’s?
A: No? Lemme see if I can fix that.
^Royksopp – This Space^
So…
see the three? We are dealing with Pi, so, we’re gonna need a three(3), right?
There it is.
There’s gonna be an “E” there too. Which means that there is also an “M” in there.
Are you gonna be able to find this shit on your own? Or do I need to point out the two(2)’s in there to help us get to E=MC2?
Can you see the eight(s)? There are at least 5 right in front of you.
7 + 1 = 8.
Make that centerpiece a single one? And the threes on the right and left?
3 + 1 = 4.
3.14
Confused?
Me too.
Hey…I’m making this bullshit up as I go.
/shrug
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
There’s you an eight(8).
Ya gotta keep in mind, that anything and everything that I do is always in motion. Let’s further relate, and that’ll get us to that infinity bit.
^Mrs, Love/You know my name- Disco ruido/the beatles^
There’s a very good reason that “the sands” flow through my hourglass, and not into or of. You may be able to think of a reason or even some reasons as to why I’ve tried to stay outside of the inside. Maybe you can’t. But maybe it’s clear now that I have at least one reason to stay out of the inside. That said, if you as a mathematician or physicist or chemist or whatever, follow that flow, you’ll maybe start to see a shape/some shapes start to develop outside of our focus. Lines, rings, strings, stings, and it’s gonna get bigger and wackier from there.
Just sayin'.
^Cocteau Twins – Suckling the Mender^
Maybe that’ll help. Maybe not. We are talking primarily about time here, and that’s what I personally think primarily about…time. Time and motion are simultaneous with me. An uneventful event, is still an event. A non-event type of event is still an event. Thinking like this allows me to think about extremely long and extremely short events. It allows me to think about time backwards. It allows me to think about time, backwards and forwards, at the same time. This allows me to think about all kinds of crazy times that are both moving and not moving, and motions that are moving and not moving…
all at the same time.
Now all we need, is time to describe these times and motions. Assuming anyone is interested. Why you are interested might be important too. Thinking like this is…erm…painful. No other way I can describe it. To relate…I’ll relate something me and Roob talked about the other day.
^Cocteau Twins-A Kissed Out Red Floatboat^
Imagine that you build a machine that levitates something.
Q: What happens, if you turn that machine off, and the object that you levitated, fails to stop levitating?
A: !!!
Yeah. We are on a planet that is spinning. That leaves us with a couple of things to ponder.
Is this object able to be accelerated?
If so, are you sure you want to do that?
What if it keeps accelerating?
Is this object able to accelerate on its own?
May want to stay the fuck away from it.
But what about the rest of the planet? If this thing starts running into shit, it’s eventually going to start tearing the hell out of anything and everything, as well as everyone. Even if it starts to come apart? So what? A grain of sand traveling @ 1,000 mph is going to be fatal, and even if and when that grain of sand comes apart, now we’ve got microscopic shit flying everywhere, on God knows how many trajectories, and all we can pray for, is that this shit somehow achieves escape velocity before it levels the entire planet.
So add this to your list of things to ponder…if this thing can accelerate, it can decelerate.
Q: What if, after you turn your machine off, and this thing continues to levitate, it immediately starts to decelerate?
A: !!!
Yeah…it may appear to the observer, that this thing is accelerating, but it actually isn’t. It’s headed towards zero-speed. A contextual zero-speed within the Earth’s/Terra’ atmosphere is going to be equally deadly.
Let’s take that thought 100,000 years into the future. Our levitated object has long since been smashed into microscopic particles, and this object and these particles has long since destroyed all life and virtually flattened the planet.
Q: What if visitors drop by?
A: !!!
Yeah. We just doomed the fuck out of them too.
So what am I immediately relating all this shit to?
Welp… high-energy machines.
“Microscopic Black Holes” that are being created by these machines.
Maybe it’s time to start working on a de-levitating machine?
Yeah…think about that for a second.
Should work out well, eh?
And I don’t think a machine, that from the start, is built/designed to do both levitate and de-levitate is the/a answer.
Maybe thinking about some of these things, contextually, will help when thinking about Ozone and/or The Ozone Layer. Yeah, gonna have to incorporate the goings on with respect to nuclear testing, HAARP, radio, television, airplanes/aircraft, spacecraft, satellites, mining, drilling, and shit like that. I mean…how long has the power grid and power grids been active on this planet? Non-stop, 24-7, 365/366 for decades? That’s GOT to have an affect.
Effects even.
And not just and only here on Earth/Terra. Magnetism is king with respect to gravity, and you can slice and dice all you want to try and make it not so. But the pressure and pressures of The Universe are equally relief valves and systems as they are pressure valves and systems. That makes me think of the process of Kenosis.
Build you up…tear you down.
Build you up…tear you down.
I dunno.
^The Beatles – Hey Jude^
OK!!!
Now that the happy stuff is out of the way-ish, let’s take a look at SoPi_A01. That’s the bullshit above. This is how we are going to use Pi and SoPi to curve space.
1 + 8 = 9.
That may not make sense now, seeing as how we have a 180° implied in a 90° radius. But you have to keep something in mind…the back of this is as important as the front.
So…90 + 90 = 180.
Front = 90°
Back = 90°
Front + Back = 180°
And yes, those lines outside are one(1)’s.
We’re going to have 88 iterations between 1° and 1° on each side to start our curve, and our curve will give us motion. Like the first tumbler, or the first “tic” in a clock.
^An..t – Orange Juice^
I’m gonna have to take this to paper to proceed. And I’ve no way of making a video, so it’s gonna have to wait.
😐
Sorry, but I need to talk my way through this. I’m sitting here listening to music, and I’ve got a chorus of shit flying around in my head, so I’ve gotta change gears. I could use a change of beers too. Not that I don’t like Keystone…
I just don't have any.
Thanks to Roob for the song.
^The ultimate BEER SONG (99 bottles – Zane Williams)^
Prolly thinking more about thinking than anything. Teaching. Relating. Learning in any and all cases. I cannot change who I am, but I may be able to change who I’ll be. However, won’t I still be who I am? I guess we’ll see.
Or not.
^Hein Cooper – The Art of Escape^
Meh…yeah…I gotta stop here.
Just thinking, that any time you unwind something, there is going to HAVE to be a simultaneous process that also keeps the wound, wound. More than that, this process will facilitate the need for the process to be able to stop wherever it does.
In the case of light, and especially visible light, maybe this won’t be such a stretch when you think about lasers, and what it takes to create these things, and how these things relate to prisms and rainbows as far as the systems that let us see these things. May also explain a few other things, when you think about these things contextually.
That said, there is going to be times and instances where bonds and relationships are broken or disrupted in ways that we cannot comprehend nor understand. Perhaps even in ways that these bonds cannot be re-connected, and certainly not in the way and ways they were connected previously. So the question is, and remains…
Q: Now what?
A: /me shrugs
I just work here.
^Sigue Sigue Sputnik – Atari Baby^
We know we can get shit wrong, and can afford ourselves the time to do so.
I wonder if we afford ourselves the time to get it correct?
I started a thread on the 4th April 2014 on a site called Synchromystic Forum, or ‘Sync Miss For Him’ (SMFH) as I call it. The thread was titled ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’. It was an amateur experiment to take the likeness of a diety, using myself as a template, after listening to John Lamb Lash talk about ‘Sophia’s Correction’…
SMFH is gone now and I haven’t sought out John Lamb Lash since I heard that talk, posted by Divine DNA in the RedUniverse (that’s MEROVEE) sometime in 2013. But I looked him up today and this is what he has to say…
*/:O…Yikes!*
I’m going to listen to this video whilst I write the post below. What follows is kinda like the sorta shambles I would have posted in ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ if SMFH were it still around today…
*Good choice, Clicky… /lights up… To be honest I prefer this track. Loopy sumtimes sings it when he’s gaming…*
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In the world ofMRSREGN, RESPIRATIONcomes afterMOVEMENTand beforeSENSITIVITY,REPRODUCTION(REPRODUCTION - yellow on white is hard to see),EXCRETION, GROWTHANDNUTRITION...
Eye stumbled across an obit in the NY Times last night, or rather very early this morning, Read Dearer. A Russian Ma’at-ish ‘un called Vlad had died on the last day of September, alone at home. By all accounts, he was a bit of a wiz…
Doctor Vladimir Voevodsky was 51, butt as time in the womb don’t count toward official age, let’s say he was in that sort of age area…51-ish…
In algebraic geometry and algebraic topology, a branch of mathematics, A1homotopy theory is a way to apply the techniques of algebraic topology, specifically homotopy, to algebraic varieties and, more generally, to schemes. The theory is due to Fabien Morel and Vladimir Voevodsky. The underlying idea is that it should be possible to develop a purely algebraic approach to homotopy theory by replacing the unit interval [0, 1], which is not an algebraic variety, with the affine line A1, which is. The theory requires a substantial amount of technique to set up, but has spectacular applications such as Voevodsky’s construction of the derived category of mixed motives and the proof of the Milnor and Bloch-Kato conjectures.
…Eye woz replying to Jen…
… Who’d posted news of a sleb car and cartoon creators’ twitter convo, and a Song…
… In reply to Clicky posting a tweet id sent out in the YellowUniverse about the reported detection of a spike in radioactivity. Also with a Song…
Fast forward to today when French nuclear watchdogISRN reported that another spike in airborne radioactivity has been detected in the air in Western and Central Europe: “Ruthenium-106 has been detected by several European networks involved in the monitoring of atmospheric radioactive contamination, at levels of a few milliBecquerels per cubic meter of air.”
According to IRSN calculations, based on the concentration levels measured in several European countries and on the meteorological conditions of the last few days, the contaminated air could have been generated from southern regions of Ural or located close to those. “IRSN is continuing its investigations to try to confirm the origin of this atmospheric pollution.”
ruthenium (n.)metallic element, 1845, named by Russian chemist Karl Klauss, from a name proposed earlier (1828) in reference to a metal extracted from ores from the Ural Mountains of Russia (see Ruthenian). With metallic element ending -ium.
… In fact, Leggy and eye had been ruminating on the reason behind the spike…
…Eye won’t leave out the final segment of last night’s MEROVEE conversation, Rear Dealer…
The prominent, and now radioactive Hollywood producer, famous for such Oscar winners as “The English Patient” and “Shakespeare in Love,” took a leave of absence from his production company following the New York Times article on Thursday.
…What’s this, the NYTimes? And Harvey, as we gno, was also a humongous hurricane in August, a storm that devastated parts of Texas… The State were my chum Cade, The Okie Devil, currently resides…
*”Calm before the storm”, eh? You know what Clicky, I don’t understand the thinking behind academia and media leaders… /lights up…. Ya know, EXPERTS attacking Trump so much? He’s vain; it’s his flaw butt they’re driving him into the arms of the those who CAN-KNOT call him anything butt “SIR!” to his face… /smokes… Ore “YESSIR!” …/slurps covfefe…*
*Exactly… /sighs…*
…Perhaps that was the calm before this morning’s ‘Tweetstorm‘ from the Dez-Rez-Prez…
In Early Tweetstorm, Trump Praises WaPo, Slams NBC And “Late Night Comedians”, Reaches Out To Schumer
*Spend a Penny? See a Penny? …/thinks… Penis meteor than the words? … Penny drops? …/stubs butt… Whoa… /look sup… Damn! That’s a big post… /sucks teeth… Better get a Song to fin-ish, Clicky…*
Well, that was a very interesting talk from John Lamb Lash, Dear Reader. Yes, very interesting indeed… Have a Song… 😉
Dear Reader, the next volume of the Underdog Anthology – Treeskull Stories – is on track to be published for Halloween…
This time I have contributed one story and the Afterword, as well as providing copy editing services to Leggy. This is a pleasure, not a chore, as I get to read the fabulous contributions from the other authors first. And for free…
*Clicky, that’s free knot three…*
*/rolls eyes…*
In anticipation of publication, I thought I’d share one of my stories from Anthology 2 with you, Dear Reader. So here is ‘Morning Run’ for your entertainment… Enjoy! 😀
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MORNING RUN
By Roo B. Doo
Gasping with pain, Marcus pulled the graffiti daubed door open and peered into the murk inside. The hinges squealed their resistance in the spring morning that should have been filled with birdsong but was disquietingly absent. He sniffed in disgust at the dank gloominess but the room appeared empty, and Marcus was more than happy about that – the thought of defecating anywhere other than his own bathroom filled him with dread but he doubted he would be able to sprint back home in time. As if in agreement, his stomach growled noisily.
Usually Marcus picked up the pace when he ran past the public toilets on his early morning jog through the park. The low, stone structure, vividly tagged in garish painted symbols, sat at the far point of his circuit. Set back from the path and surrounded by shady trees, it had an air of quiet menace in its seedy isolation, a haven for druggies and vandals, pervs too no doubt. Today, however, a crunching gut spasm had assailed Marcus as he approached the building. He’d pulled up sharply, clutching his stomach at the sudden crippling pain.
Marcus swore at himself for thinking he could just run off the sluggishness he’d felt at the previous night’s overindulgence at the local curry house. And the beery one at the pub beforehand. For months he’d been on a strict diet regime in training for the London Marathon. It was just rotten timing that his best friend Craig had chosen Easter, the weekend before, to get married. As Best Man there was no way Marcus could miss the stag night, and a stag is a stag – there’s no point going if you didn’t stagger a bit as a result. It would be his only blow out and, besides, he’d have a whole week to recover before the big race.
Although his guts were wildly churning, Marcus remained reluctant to go inside. He was okay pissing in public toilets but shitting was another matter. He couldn’t stand the thought of exposing his backside to where other naked backsides had rubbed or smeared, nor the thought of anyone listening in, passively participating and passing judgement on the size of his bowel.
He briefly squatted down in the doorway to scan for the feet of hidden stall occupants, and instantly regretted it. The pressure inside him moved and there was an audible glug! Marcus tensed his arsehole; it felt like a splenetic Vesuvius ready to blow its top. With a final nervous glance behind to make sure nobody was about to follow him in, Marcus stepped inside.
The gloom deepened as the main door swung closed behind him with a creaking thump. Now the eerie silence was broken by a leaking tap’s plink, plink, plink from the wash basin to his left, accompanied by the continued rumble from his guts. There were three toilet stalls in front of him and he made for the nearest, dodging the dirty puddles strewn with litter, tugging urgently at the drawstring on his shorts. Marcus was determined to spend as little time in the place as possible.
The cubicle door swung open at his touch, revealing a filthy, shit filled toilet. A worn and dirty trainer, half submerged among the turds, listed near the top of the bowl. He moved on to the next but that too was blocked. Fresh beads of sweat prickled Marcus’ brow, his dread intensified – if the last one was in as bad a condition he didn’t know what he would do. However, the last stall at least looked relatively clean and it had a lock on the door. Bonus! Marcus thought as he whipped down his shorts, sank onto the toilet seat with a resounding thump and let go.
He braced his hands against the cubicle walls to hold himself up as he felt the world cascading out of his arse, before splashing back to soak his crack and balls. Both relief at the release and cold revulsion washed through Marcus, as his breath rasped with every squeeze.
“Arghhh!” he screamed aloud as his gut achingly contracted again, but by now Marcus cared little if anyone was there to hear him; he just had to get it all out.
He closed his eyes and swore again at his stupidity. He just had to play the big man, didn’t he? Buying another round of beers, choosing the hottest and spiciest dishes on the menu, followed by shots, lots of shots. True, it had been a hell of a fun evening but, by God, he was regretting his decisions now. Not to mention Craig’s wedding was later that day; he only hoped he would have sufficient time to recover before then. With a grimace, Marcus resolved to take a double dose of imodium and have a shower as soon as he got home.
He shifted his position as the stinging flow turned into a trickle, releasing a waft of putridity that made him recoil and hold his nose. Reaching for the toilet roll he found the holder sheathed only with an empty cardboard tube. He slapped at it angrily and looked around but there was nothing else to clean himself up with. Sighing loudly, Marcus pulled off his outer vest top, balled it up and started to wipe his backside. It was one of his favourites but he would have to leave it – there was no way he was carrying it back home.
Feeling drained, Marcus stood up and pulled hard on the toilet chain, eager to flush the contents of his bowels away, but the only thing it made was an empty clank. He pulled again and again. Nothing. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Marcus peered into the toilet bowl as he pulled up his shorts. Shit splattered the inside and dribbled down into a dark brown pool of his slurry. He had to get out there fast before anyone else came by. Flinging the balled vest top to the floor he turned to leave.
The lock on the door refused to budge. Marcus rattled it hard but it was stuck fast. He tried ramming the door open with his shoulder before remembering that it swung inwards. He kicked at it in frustration but the door remained firmly closed.
“What the fuck?!”
Plop… The sound came from behind him. Plop… plop.
Marcus turned around slowly to see movement in the bowl. The shit pool bubbled and burst like the hot mud springs he’d seen once before whilst on holiday in New Zealand. He stood there transfixed as more and more bubbles broke through the surface. Plop pop plop…
A slimy brown finger poked up suddenly, followed by another. Marcus flattened himself against the door, staring aghast as a hand emerged from the mess, fingertips feeling out, looking for purchase on the porcelain. A second hand shot up and gripped the edge of the toilet seat, pulling, heaving first a shoulder and then an oozing head up and out of the bowl.
Eyes wide with horror and disbelief, Marcus turned and hammered at the door, frantically grabbing at the lock. “LET ME OUT!”
A horrendous sucking sound caused Marcus to turn around again and he screamed to see the abomination now had a torso, rippling turds for muscles. A fat, pink worm poked out of the head, like an obscene tongue, tasting the air. Reaching out with dripping hands, the detestation gave Marcus a shit-eating grin before emitting a thunderous burp, sending a foul spray of ordure with a stench like an eyeful of needles.
Marcus screamed again and dropped to the filthy, wet floor, squirming in a frenetic attempt to escape from under the door. He kicked out as slimy hands grabbed at his legs and he felt a squelching slap on the back of his thigh. With an almighty heave, he pulled himself free of the gap and out.
Howling in terror, Marcus picked himself up and ran.
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*Alright! Sheesh… I’m new to this writing lark, Clicky, let alone horror fiction…*
*Well, let’s hope so, eh?*
So, if you’re in need of a book of short stories for toilet reading this Halloween, Dear Reader, I highly recommend you try ‘Underdog Anthology III’ from Leg Iron Books…
Let's get these wavy walls out of the way, yeah?
Maybe one more? For the road?
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