Missive From ‘Merica: Shape, Rattle & Roll!

Dear Reader, a new missive from The Okie Devil has arrived…

*No shit, Clicky! I had one of those when I was a little kid!*

*Damn! I could really go for a double cheeseburger right now… /salivates… Or a Whopper! …/drools…*

… Enjoy Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. I’m off for to get something to eat. See you at the bottom ❤

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Hi.

Let’s see how and where this goes.

I’ve grown fat, out-of-shape, out-of-practice, disconnected, irrelevant, and prolly a bunch of other bad stuff too.

     Let’s see how and where this goes.

Hi.

^Cocteau Twins ~ Fotzepolitic^

I wonder where we learn how to solve problems? Any place or places we might think of as a model? I saw a Tweet yesterday where someone was apparently wishing that…

“all Trump supporters were six feet in the ground”

…whatever that means. I just tried to find said Tweet, but I could not. Maybe they deleted it. Anyway…yeah…

Q: How do we learn, and from where do we learn it?

A: Wherever we do?

So…how do we learn? Or is that important at all? Are we too focused on where we learn it from? Don’t think so? Me either.

Q: Can you name the top 10 colleges/universities you want/wanted to go to and/or that you would send your children to and/or would recommend to another to send their children to?

A: What am I saying here? You wouldn't "send" your children anywhere. You'd let them choose. Right? I mean, it's their life...ain't it?

Hands on here, hands off there.

Hands on there, hands off here.

Time can fuck with your head if you let it.

^”Saudade” cover by Halls Of The Machine^
Anyone else ever get "rainbow vision"?

I used to get it all the time when I was a kid. Lots of times this would happen around the time that I was having a migraine. And I used to have some doozy migraine headaches. But sometimes, this “rainbow vision” would just…happen, with no other phenomena nor more relatable states to attach it to as a symptom. My parents always told me…

“you’re crazy!”

or

“you’re just seeing things!”

…which tended to make the fact that “I was seeing things”…worse. It was scary.

Sometimes the rainbows would be so bad that I couldn’t see at all. I mean, I could see the rainbows, but they so filled my vision that the rainbows were all I could see. Everything else was just…silhouettes…shadows…penciled outlines…floating or darting in a sea of white. These rainbows were crazy too. All kinds of crazy shapes, all intermingled and intermingling. Flowing. Moving. Not pulsing per se, although they did sometimes have flickers or waggles trailing or leading a directional change.

Why do I mention this? Well…it started happening again recently. Kinda scared me a bit a coupla nights ago, because it go so bad…I couldn’t see. I’d say that it concerned me more than scared me, but there’s a coupla reasons for that.

1) It’s happened before/I have experience with both

A) the experience of it, and

B) the experiencing of it, and

C) the experience of experiencing it, and

D) the experience of trying to relate it to another/others who cannot relate to it, and possibly even don’t want to relate to it due to all kinds of mitigating factors.

2) I’ve had so many issues over the last 10 years that pretty much anything and/or everything that happens? Yep, doesn’t surprise me much at all.

^Fotzepolitic – Majestic Masses^

I’ve not thought of it in a long time. No reason to. It stopped happening, and it happened so long ago, under circumstances that are also long since gone-ish. So…why is it suddenly happening again?

HEY!!!

They've got this thing called "The Internet" these days!!! 

LET’S CHECK IT OUT!!!

Floaters, Flashing lights, Rainbows, Abnormal Color Vision

WOAH!! Thank God for Google suggestions, eh? This just came up, while using the Google Search Box to format some text/remove the formatting of text, and it suggested something I wouldn’t have thought of.

Kaleidoscope vision/flashing shapes and patterns sight impairment

So…pretty sure I’m not pregnant. Nor do I appear to be in any immediate danger of a situation developing that could cause me concern over becoming pregnant.

 So...dehydration? 

I could go for some sweaty dehydrating activities, but that could result in pregnancy…so I better take a rain-check.

(ba da ching)

Um…where was I? Oh yeah…here alone…typing. I better go jerk-off real quick…BRB.

^Dawn of the Great Eastern Sun – COURSE OF EMPIRE^

Dehydration. Is that a “system-wide” issue? Or can it be localized? I mean…if you sit on your foot, or lean on your arm, shit goes numb, right? So…can we assume that Ergonomics might be of interest here? Maybe even Kinesiology? That means engineering.

I wonder who is driving this train?
^Course of Empire – Automatic Writing #17^

Wait a fucking SECOND here…

Distorted Vision

“This is generally a normal process, although it may happen abnormally early in cases of high nearsightedness or trauma.”

Generally a normal process results in something that is labeled as “distorted”? You just nullified growth and/or change…

Or am I overreacting? 

Being unreasonably passionate, and being that we are on the subject…

Since when is General Lee considered normal? 

I thought he was an evil racist pig, in an evil racist empire, doing evil racist things, in an EVIL RACIST world?

I express, therefore, I clam.
^Course of Empire – Infested^
Google Search = Why do people in england not like francis drake?

10 Things You May Not Know About Francis Drake

So…not much there other than…

“He began his career as a slave trader”

…and I don’t think that’s it, so let’s onward.

Sir Francis Drake

“Edmund Drake was a Protestant”

…surely THAT can’t be it. Things keep pointing towards a certain direction tho. That “Protestant” kinda helps with the compass in that regard.

Bloody Flux

Dysentery

So…they put him in his armor, placed the whole kit and kaboodle in a lead lined coffin, buried him at sea, and…

divers and explorers are,

and have been,

looking for it ever since?

Escherichia Coli

Bacillus (Shape)

That gets me to thinking about geometry a bit, and how “we in our modern world” sometimes use these shapes.

EX: Today, I saw a Tweet about some new technology that allows for veins to be found using Infrared Light. Odd that when I clicked the “watch this video on YouTube” link, it didn’t take me to that particular video, and the video was nowhere to be found on that channel. So, I searched Google for it.

Interesting note: That channel on YouTube? It’s called…Mashable.

Hmmm...
^VeinViewer IV Video^

So Roob just posted some new shiznit, and it’s a good thing that she did. I might have gotten off-track otherwise. Plus, all this bullshit is giving me a motherfucking headache.

Migraine

Ebers Papyrus

Dracunculiasis

BOOM!!!

“Wrap the emerging end of the worm around a stick and slowly pull it out. 3,500 years later, this remains the standard treatment.”

There’s more to this. Faint and distant, but also clear in many ways. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it does to me. Prolly something that I mentioned to Roob recently about…

“The gods burrowing their way through time”

…is ringing some bells. And what I meant by that was time itself. Yeah…that time.

The Time. 

The time that is time and makes time. Not that any alarm bells are ringing nor should they be. But yes, there is an ominous tone in there. Someone needs help. Someone needs help from us, and we aren’t giving it. Could be a number of reasons for this, and some grace may lay within the fact that, should God/the gods exist, they prolly are quite patient.

Until they aren't anymore. 

But, what the fuck do I know. Meh.

^The Prodigy – Jericho^

That does get me to thinking a bit about something tho. Were “Doomsday” real, would we be disappointed were it to not to appear?

lolz...dis-appointed.

DATE WITH DOOMSDAY = RESCHEDULED!!!

I guess that’s why I kinda think that “the countdown clock” is always at zero(0). Always has been, always will be. But why wouldn’t it be? That’s where we’re headed…right? So…that’s all that matters. Some seem to think that way all the time…so let’s take that thought a step further.

"The countdown clock" is always at one(1).

So…1-0

I personally keep mine at 1-0-1. A countdown will always start to count up again. Unless time stops completely. Which…yeah…that’s really what happens at zero(0) and is good reason to stay away from it. And I don’t use “it” lightly there. In my mind, “it” is the simultaneousness of end and/or beginning, depending on which end you are currently looking at, for, or chasing for whatever reason. If you start to get your head wrapped around it, they are both the same thing at the same time? Yeah…that’s why you have no clue what in the fuck you are looking at.

Q: What have we forgotten?

A1: Time

A2: Observer(s)

That means perspective. Which means perspectives. I mean, you’re intending on sharing what you find…right?

Find the beginning, and you will find the end.

Find the end? Welllllll…ya gotta keep in mind where we are in time. We’re neither here nor there. We’re right in the big middle of both. If you also keep in mind that I personally am thinking about this shit from more of a scientific viewpoint, with respect to time and times and less of a religious manner of thinking. I dunno…I’ve got nothing to sell here. Make up your own fucking mind.

^The Chemical Brothers – Go^

HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!

Q: Cade, what exactly do you mean by “the gods burrowing through time”? It sounds insulting.

A: WOAH FUCKING NELLY!!! A question AND an observation!!! 

That’s a first. But lemme get on with this…if “the micro” is unimportant…why are we tinkering there? EVERYTHING is important in some way shape or form, otherwise, it wouldn’t be here.

WOAH!!! A SECOND QUESTION!!!

Q: Cade, what if something is “here”, just to give us something to do?

A: Well, if you think in less singular terms in that regard, maybe that will be indicative of where we sometimes fail, and where we sometime succeed. 

Gotta keep times in mind here. Just because something “is gone” doesn’t mean that it is gone, nor gone forever. I mean, you remember it…right? Prolly others do to? Prolly been some hen-scratching etched out here and there about whatever it is? Maybe this is why “book burnings” are so popular sometimes. We don’t care what it is, we just want it motherfucking out of our heads.

^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^

For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

2 Corinthians 12: 8,9

It’s raining here. Been raining most of the day. The thunder started only a few minutes ago.

Thorn in the Flesh

A bit early perhaps…but…meh. The Christmas decorations will start appearing in stores very soon.

^Cocteau Twins – Winter Wonderland (New Video)^

I dunno mangs and mangettes…this shit is confusing. Especially when people seem to be crossing this and that and everything else, which is understandable, and certainly much more understandable than when it’s opposite show’s its face. Yeah, those who try and unwind the winders. I mean, hell, I even understand that.

What I don’t understand? The violence. The force.

But I even understand that. 

Tho’ we are talking here…aren’t we? We’re not out marching in the streets en masse to demand this or demand that…are we? Can you unmix mixed paint(s)? Can you undraw a portrait? Can you unflow a river or unfill a sea? Can you unbreathe a breath or unbeat a heartbeat? See how easy it is to start to snake down the path of “ways to overcome via any and all means”? You can kill, you can dam, you can drain, you can burn, and you can prohibit, but on the whole, what have you done?

 Why? 

Only you can answers these questions. We all have dark spaces. Irrespective of whether or not we should have these spaces? They’re there. The light that illuminates them will dim, will darken, and will eventually cease.

I work well in the dark.

Do you?

Really?

Then what’s with the light?

^Elvis Presley – Rubberneckin’ (Official Music Video)^

Lessee…where was I…oh yeah…trying to figure out why my skin falls off by the bucket-load. But equally interesting is why it didn’t fall of for long periods of my life. Oh yeah…shampoos and soaps prolly had something to do with keeping that shit under control. Cause if there’s anything that needs to be under control, it’s us.

 Or something. I dunno what that means either. 

But yeah, I am and have been thinking about the cost of prohibiting our bodies from trying to do what they’re trying to do. I mean…you really don’t expect the power grid to be here years from now do you? Certainly not as it exists today. We’re getting something wrong somewhere. So where is it? Lurking in the realms of the “negligible”? That cannot be. Anything you can see or comprehend cannot be negligible…can it?

Which, speaking of can it and canning it, I mentioned something on my own blog recently about canning, and that got me to thinking about standards and standardizations, which got me to thinking about…wait a second here….surely this industrialization shit can’t last much longer…can it?

har har har
^David Bowie ~ Fame 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^

What I was thinking about specifically, was milk. We put a lot of pressure on these dairy-cows to produce a lot of milk. That got me to thinking about fats and oils, cold-pressing, friction and heat, which got me to thinking about these vacuum systems that we use to “harvest” the milk from these cows. Surely that can’t be good. All those rapid pressure changes, over and over, day after day? There HAS to be some ergonomics types of shit going on there that we’ve not previously considered.

“If you keep picking at that, it’s never gonna heal.”

^Cocteau Twins – How to Bring a Blush to the Snow^

This got me to thinking about bras, which got me to thinking about boobies, and I went and jerked-off while thinking of boobies. I then got to thinking about boo bees, and got to thinking about heat and temperature regulation “at room temperature”, which, for us, is 98.6°F – if I am doing my calculations correctly – so that got me to thinking about hormone production. But I keep…fucking…winding-up back at…is steel.

Namely, stainless steel. 

This shit don’t breathe well, and certainly not easily, nor is it as easy to clean as its name suggests. So…with that in mind, and considering some of its properties, why WOULDN’T stainless steel be a motherfucking magnet for all kinds of microbial life? Now…if that don’t get you to thinking about shape and shapes, I dunno what will. So let’s talk rabbits, and chasing them.

If you have a shotgun, you don’t need to chase rabbits.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^COCTEAU TWINS Frou – frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires^

What does steel contain?

Iron, and lots of it. 

Science tells us that “heavy shit” can only be produced in stars since it requires a fuckton of pressure to create these elements. O RLY?!?!?

Then what in the FUCK is it doing here? 

Oh…coalescing dust from exploded stars? Um…you are really gonna try and get me to sign off on, a star that is traveling God-knows how fast through our own galaxy, explodes at God-only knows what kinds of velocities…and yet…this shit somehow just…hangs around the point of nova? And more than that…the shit hangs around so fucking long, that it re-coalesces and does it again?

What have we omitted? 

Those that don’t. I mean, if we are plummeting through space, is it any wonder why someone might be able to see how a star could collect fucktons of “fuel” over trillions of years without missing a beat, nor really even losing any mass? Maybe it’s the particular trajectory and path that it is on that makes these types of stars so “special” in the way that we like to think about things. Maybe there’s an impeller and propeller type of dynamic that sometimes happens due to…oh say…relative proximation of forms and bodies containing…oh…something like…forms and bodies.

Q: Will that maybe help you with finding “earth-like” planets in your search and searches?

A: I dunno either.

Just a suggestion.

^Wings ~ Listen To What The Man Said 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^

HEY!!! I LIKE RAMBLING!!! CREATES HOLES IN MY GAPS IN THINKING!!!

So shutup or something 😛

Where was I…OH! I was in the zone.

(ba da ching)

There was a story that I stumbled across recently that had an image of a water-droplet hovering a needle…while in space…at the ISS. So that got me to thinking about its relative distance to and from Earth/Terra. That got me to thinking about…um…high explosives. Yeah…up in the kiloton and megaton range, and “atmospheric” testing.

Q: Which part of our atmosphere, is Terra Firma, not a part of?

A: The atmosphere itself? K...then remove it. Won't the structure and structures crumble?

I’m just wondering about the high-altitude atmospheric testing that has taken place. Nevermind the holes themselves, what I am thinking about, is all that shit that these detonations pushed out of the way. Nevermind the chemical and molecular/atomic and smaller reactions that happened up in an area/environment that we know absolutely fuckall about. And now, we are smearing layer after layer of all kinds of pollution and pollutants in the air that originated from underground. Yeah, under that layer that we just 86’d to see what was a part of what and where and when.

^Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis Jr ~ You Don’t Have To Be A Star 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^

Did you ever have a lawn that you got to burn the dry grass in the late-winter/early-spring? I wonder if that heat creates like…a vacuous kind of action, and has a drawing-up and/or out kind of effect on the soil(s)?

Just thinking out loud. 

Was watching a documentary on pre-Columbus America recently, and they were talking about the Native American peoples that used to burn the grasslands so that they would grow grasses and plants that attracted game. And they also talked about The Anasazi.

Anasazi

Ancestral Puebloans

Hey…if we ain’t talking people while talking all this other bullshit? Then what in the FUCK are we talking for? What are we even talking about?

^Andrea True Connection ~ More, More, More 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^

We in-terra-upt this disruption for an important-ish messyage…

Amanuensis
Secretary
Minutes
Court Reporter
Stenotype
Real-Time Transcription
Broadcasting
T-Shirt
Jersey (Fabric)
Channel Islands
Bailiwick of Guernsey
Privy Council of the United Kingdom
Privy
Outhouse
Deadly
Lethality (Redirected from Deadliness)

I’ll stop right there, since someone recently put something on my radar regarding some dude that lived somewhere at some time, and said something at some point to the effect of…

“The dose makes the poison”

The Dose Makes The Poison

Roob is gonna have to edit this nonsense, and being that it’s my first in a while that we’ll do together…I’ll wrap it up.

^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^

How can my testicles/scrotum properly and accurately regulate temperature(s) and/or pressure(s), when my junk is all crammed together into an inefficiency apartment, and I’m required to sit all day or do repetitive motions all day or whatever? Makes me think about clothing(s) of all kinds.

I can see why women like wearing thongs so much, cause there ain’t much there. Not that I am willing to start wearing underwear again in a thong configuration. My junk is too tiny/I couldn’t make a thong work. I did wear bikini-briefs for a while. Can’t wear regular-briefs at all, and can’t wear boxers all the time. Boxer briefs were pretty awesome when they finally started making those, but even that gets irritating.

So yeah…erm…testicular and glandular issues/irregularities and hormonal issues. I mean sure, my penis is kinda small, but I need it, and it’s neighbors. I dunno why, but I do. I think all that shit has more than one function or something.

^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^

We back on good speaking terms?

K cool.

I gotta run.

^Vitalic – Poison Lips (TRUE FULL HD)^

Entoptic Phenomenon
Facsimile
Purkinje Images
Image Scanner
Eye Tracking (Redirected from Eye tracker)
DNA Microarray
Gaze-Contingency Paradigm
Biochip
Eye Movement
Bioterrorism
Saccade
Biological Warfare
Frontal Eye Fields
Customary International Law
Supplementary Eye Field
Jurist
Salience (Neuroscience)
Legal Profession
Perception
Jurisdiction (Area)
Illusion
Jurisdiction
Depth Perception
Authority
Subjective Constancy
Deity
Sensation (Psychology)
Incorporeality
Psychophysics
Action at a Distance
What I did there...do you see it?

X Marks The Spot.

K…I really gotta go now.

^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^

cYacFa

^J. Cole – She Knows ft. Amber Coffman, Cults^

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*/furrows brow… Yeah, when Cade mentions junk, he’s not talking about food, Clicky…*

Have a pleasant evening, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😉

Oh Snap!

*Okay, Clicky… Let’s go there… /pats snout…*

Click

snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snappedsnapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.

So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…

Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?

… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…

One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.

… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…

*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*

… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…

Merovee Re Member

*Re: Member? …/puffs some more…*

… And then another on Sunday afternoon…

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*Oh yeah! …/stubs butt…*

Merovee Walls

…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…

pen is lighter

 

*/coughs uncontrollably…*

If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…

TNT Brings Johnson Mandalay Caine and Connery

Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…

Clicky Triggers

*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*

… by Stephen Paddock…

mini-horse-moving-backwards

snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen “to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel “bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).

As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.

Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…

Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”

“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”

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*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*

*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*

Any hoo! Red Frank has a new post up…

Merovee The Strip

… And there’s bound to be lots more new stuff going on there. Clicky and I shall end this post here with a Song…

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*/stubs butt… Oh go on then, Clicky. Go get another one… /pats snout…*

… Or two 😉

 

Pounds. Shilling. Portents.

Dear Reader, this post was going to be about steam…

steam (v.)Old English stiemenstymen“emit vapor, emit a scent or odor,” from the root of steam (n.). Meaning “go by steam power” is from 1831. Transitive sense from 1660s, “to emit as steam;” meaning “to treat with steam” is from 1798. Slang steam up (transitive) “make (someone) angry” is from 1922.

Related: Steamedsteaming.

steam (n.) Old English steam “vapor, fume, water in a gaseous state,” from Proto-Germanic *staumaz (source also of Dutch stoom “steam”), of unknown origin. Meaning “vapor of boiling water used to drive an engine” is from 1690s, hence steam age (1828) and many figurative uses, such as let off steam (1831, literal), blow off steam (1857, figurative),full-steam (1878), get up steam (1887, figurative). Steam heat is from 1820s in thermodynamics; as a method of temperature control from 1904.

We have given her six months to consider the matter, and in this steam age of the world, no woman ought to require a longer time to make up her mind. [Sarah Josepha Hale, “Sketches of American Character,” 1828]

…Thoughtful Man suggested it to me yesterday evening after first reading Leggy’s review of Poundland’s E-cig, yesterday morning…

*/flicks lighter… A good review that I’m happy to share, Clicky, but vaping? …/lights up… Fuck off – they’re just Tobacco Control Lite… /drags… If I want to inhale steam, I’ll boil a kettle…*

…And then during the course of yesterday, Thoughtful Man learnt that Poundland is also branching out into other steamy areas…

*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*

Something else happened though yesterday, Dear Reader. Something unsettling. Yesterday morning, whilst Thoughtful Man read Leg Iron’s post, I was reading an overnight posting by Red Frank, in the Red Universe

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A bit of a sleb in the Synchrosphere had paid MEROVEE a visit and left a comment. ‘Goro’ is a name that has been spoken of somewhat reverently by a few of the regulars there during the 5 years I’ve visited the site. And I’ve seen the name mentioned in Dispatches elsewhere. A bit of coup for Frank, you’d think…

coup

*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*

Goro had popped by and, BOY, was he STEAMED with Frank and MJ!

*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*

I suggest you go read it for yourself, Dear Reader. It involves an accusation of plagiarism

*plak- (1)also *plāk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of root *pele- (2) “flat; to spread.”

It forms all or part of: flag (n.2) “flat stone for paving;” flagstoneflake (n.) “thin flat piece,; flawfloefluke (n.3) “flatfish;” placentaplagalplagiarismplagio-planchetplank.

It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek plakoeis“flat,”plax“level surface, anything flat;” Lettish plakt “to become flat;” Old Norse flaga “layer of earth,” Norwegian flag “open sea,” Old English floh “piece of stone, fragment,” Old High German fluoh “cliff.”

… Which was weird ‘cos MJ had put up a Flat Earth post the evening before yesterday at her site…

Start here – it was the very first comment! I won’t link to Soro’s site; he brought his own links to Frank’s place. I paid a brief visit there, having not ventured there before. I don’t think I’ll be going back… You’ve gotta pay to be a member!

*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *

In other news, Dear Reader, I had a bit of coup (second meaning) myself this week, having my Afterword accepted for the Underdog Anthology III by Leg Iron Books. This time round each of the stories gets an illustration and so will the famous poem that I stole… to mutilate and use for my own ends at the end of the book. Thank you Emma ‘Dead Rising’ Lazarus!

Leggy has just sent through its illustration, hot and steaming off his virtual press…

The Nuke Allows US

*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*

That’s quite enough for one post, Dear Reader. Until next time at the LoL… Have a Song ❤

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: After Math

Dear Reader, currently I am tits deep into writing a story for the Underdog Anthology 3 book, due to be published in time for Halloween…

… Fortunately, the Okie Devil has sent through a follow up to the last missive, an experimental sort split into parts one, two and three

*Alright, Clicky… simmer down… /sigh… lead on…*

Enjoy! And see you at the bottom 😀

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Do it matter if you are right-side-up?

Or is it better to be upside down?

    Does it matter when?

Or what we are doing?

Can you shift your hips just a shade to the left?

Yeah...right...there.

Is that good for you?

^CYMATICS: Science Vs. Music – Nigel Stanford^

Might be more to whatever, than just whatever, and whatever else. Not attempting to be like…ultra-vague here or anything, but I may be doing a good job at that. It just takes a little… erm …thought …for me to try and figure out what I am trying to say.

The best way for me to do that, is no real agenda other than to be understood, contextually, with respect to whatever it is that I am saying. Since I rarely know what in the fuck I’m going to say, keeping things conversational prolly helps.

Thank God for people to actually talk to...eh? 

This shit might be boring, and rather one-sided otherwise. Methinks we got it pretty good. Some of us do anyway. Let’s not nitpick tho. Slo-Mo Guys have some new shit.

^Chinese Spouting Bowl in Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
I am quite the asshole.

Wanna know how?

I mean like…contextually.

I’m sure it’s already been WELL established that I am somewhat of a prick.

But yeah...check this shit out.

Roob? Yeah…she’s busy as fuck with all kinds of shit.

I even sent her a new whatever today.

And here I sit, just a few hours after sending her the previous whatever, and I’m writing another one.

So yeah…asshole…I am one.

Mystery = CONSTANT STATE FLATLINE TO THE Nth DEGREE!!! Next!!!
^Deadmau5 – Aural Psynapse || HD^

Fiduciary

This word came up in a Tweet.

                                Does not appear to concern me.

Moving on.

^Awesome Scottish street music – Clanadonia^

Hey…the previous whatever, that has not even been posted yet, spun my head a bit. I had 21 browser tabs open with SHITLOADS of paths to follow to God only knows where. As a result, I feel a shade…hopeful.

There's always more to see in a sea of seeing. 

Now we just gotta do it. I mean…not “do it“…unless you want to. But we might miss something.

FUCK!!! I’m confused now.

      I dunno what to do.

Maybe you should drive for a while.

I’m easy.

    Wanna fuck?

Was that my idea?

Or yours?
^Deadmau5 – Strobe^

OK…so…Roob was kinda pointing me in the direction of a certain blog yesterday, but I wasn’t really sure why. I’m not going to mention the blog, for obvious reasons.

Merovee Doctor Mars

So…I went back and re-read my previous whatever turned missive @ The LoL, and also the one before it, then I re-read both one more time just to be sure. There was some discussion via Twitter about Cassini, but I guess what caught my eye was this reference to “8-8-8-8” on Merovee made by some anonymous commenter whose name I will not use here. But where that led me, eventually anyway, was over to “Just Watching The Wheels Go Round“…and what appeared to be…a question…buried in there somewhere.

Q: Is that question…directed at…me?

A: How the fuck would I know?

Shit is applicable, or it isn’t. Only you know that state and the states of your own life. But that does get me to thinking about something that appears to be within the layers of “The Synchrosphere”…and that is…communication(s) and communicating(s).

^[Glitch Hop / 110BPM] – Pegboard Nerds & Tristam – Razor Sharp [Monstercat Release]^

  • Nothing hurts worse than having something taken away from you.
  • A stitch in time, saves nine potential pricks.
  • You can’t judge a book by it’s cover, unless it’s a REALLY fucking cool cover.
  • The grass always greener after you get out there and mow the goddamn lawn.

681 Cliches to Avoid in Your Creative Writing

Creative…Writing. Hmmm…so…yeah…um…communicating.

Wanna fuck?

No wait…I jumped the gun there. Um…wanna watch a movie then we can fuck afterwards? Nah…that’s no good. Fuck the movie…let’s go for a walk, and discuss our options. Lemme put your shoes on for you so I can scope out your crotch.

Just...thinking ahead.
  • There’s no time like the present.
  • You can’t please everyone.
  • A bird the the bush is fine and dandy, as long as I am the bird, and you are the bush.

So yeah…um…communicating.

We doing any of that?
^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^

Q: What is preventing you from telling your story?

A: ...

Yeah…that’s what I thought. But that’s your decision…ain’t it? God knows people get sick of hearing my bullshit. After hearing the same or similar, it ain’t long until people start looking at me like some run-of-the-mill average Joe. And that just AIN’T the case…is it?

I mean, not me…you. Nothing average or normal about you. You are a fiery wildcat of intrigue and wonder, just needing someone to wander your intricate and exquisite gardens. Right?

Q: Am I boring you with all this shit?

A: ...

Meh…we gots more importants shits to gets to…like whether or not a certain question, nested and buried, within a post on a blog, pertains to, or was directed at…me. Yeah…me.

As in me, me, me, and only me.

A: Yes. But there is little difference between my nightmares and my dreams. Mainly because, I include time in my thinking. That means a beginning, and an end.

Dreams…the seed of nightmares.

Nightmares…the seed of dreams.

^deadmau5 – Right This Second^

It’s not really that difficult to do.

Q: Did you hook up?

A: Yes.

Then a breakup is possible. This “together forever” bullshit is already happening, and was happening LONG before we hooked up, so why dwell on such trivial things? In order for forever to be forever, you gotta actually go the distance…forever.

Good luck. 

So…why dwell on that when it’s SOOOO much easier to pick on the little shit that is going to prevent the “forever” from happening in the first place…right? I mean…this is gonna be for-fucking-EVAR…right?

Wanna and GOTTA get all this shit sorted before we get there, otherwise, we might get there with some shiftless shitbag that ain’t worth a flying fuck. Wait…am I trying to talk you into something…or out of something…and why would I want to waste my time with either? It’s your time too.

Just sayin'.

I personally, did not watch the video that follows, but reserve the right to do so at a time of my choosing, assuming that I choose to choose to watch it.

^More on 337^

Yep…this mystery person posted a video on some mystery blog. 8-8-8-8 was mentioned. That got me to thinking about some things, and as I write now, it gets me to thinking about my [0000] set used for denoting the end of a string within a certain context. Keep in mind that this “context” is a simultaneous context of both beginning and end, hence, there are two zeros and not one.

The additional zeros are there for denoting…erm…anyone trying to go somewhere they should not be going. The first thing that popped into my head, was something that I mentioned to Roob about 88 permutations between 1° and 90° within a prism or 90° arc of light travel within that 90° band. So yeah…Pi and SoPi…since light itself is going to be wound and unwound at different points. Something I think important to keep in mind here tho.

IMPORTANT SHIT: It's been done.

We’re catching up AND lagging behind…all at the same time. So, maybe that’ll open some mental doors as to how time can and DOES travel backwards and forwards at the same time, within our construct of time and times. So that’ll get us back to one of the biggies, that I postulated in a poem, on a whim, at some random-assed blog about Tarot cards.

^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^

So yeah…when eight(8)…becomes zero(0).

So yeah…when eights(8’s)…becomes zero’s(0’s).

Why?

I dunno…you got the time for me to explain it?

Makes a lot of assumptions on both our parts yeah?

As far as I’m concerned…I’m still talking to myself and/or no one in particular.

Subject to change…unless not…whatevz.

^deadmau5 – Unofficial and UNAPPROVED video my labels management just threw up here.^

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‘Time has ended twice, and the time for time to end thrice, shall never be, as far as I can see.’

I’m paraphrasing there, but I wrote the fucking thing so I’m taking some artistic license with my own bullshit. So let’s hit on the concept of “intentionally misleading someone” since it appears to be on some minds here and there. To do that, let’s wander back up, to the previous paragraph, and think about that thought of “It’s Been Done”…cause that can help us.

Q: What does diminishment of one, achieve for all, in this case and in these cases?

A: ???

I’m not gonna answer for the class here…but yeah…I’m gonna answer for the class here.

Nothing.

If your calculations are showing otherwise, you are prolly operating on entirely “too something” of a timeline and/or timelines. Whether that be too short, too long, too broad, too narrow, too square, too round…whatever.

Don't think so?

Q: Name me one person/entity, throughout the history of histories, that is missing.

A: Yeah. Not such a long walk, eh?

So…that leaves only all of us, and everyone and everything else.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^deadmau5 – Limit Break^

Chances are good…I know. Doesn’t matter what you preface that with. The chances are good, that I know. Who knows me better than me? Welp, we’re right back to the answer of the previous question.

So yeah…is it possible that someone knows me better than me? I dunno. I would say that the potential exists for someone to know me at least as well as me. Anything beyond that, we’re gonna have to stretch and warp time and times in ways that I’m not real sure time and times were meant to be bent.

I mean yeah…I see all kinds of ways to fuck with time, and you don’t need a goddamn machine to do it. To me, machines are gonna be a nuisance for the most part. Too many variables among the knowns and the unknowns. That said, that “revelation” of sorts as to “all participants appearing simultaneously at the moment of a time-machine’s creation” sure did strike a chord with me.

Lotta folds and folding.

Lotta melds and melding.

Lotta shapes and shaping.

Almost like…someone has done this before. Maybe even…many times. I have no doubt the pathways are there. I have no doubt that travel though and via these pathways is not only plausible, but also possible. Lotta…”time-based things” to consider tho. Like say…everything.

^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Limits Get Broken (NCB17 Mashup)^

We’ll take a step backwards real quick, just to show how easy time travel is.

Neil deGrasse Tyson + Neil deGrasse Tyson’s father and mother = time travel

Neil deGrasse Tyson – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_deGrasse_Tyson

That wasn't such a long walk now was it?

I watched a bit on him and his thoughts on time travel, and they simply don’t jibe with the concept of time. Not from a “from the/a present” perspective anyway. I coulda swore that he talked about his father dying of a heart attack or something. Or maybe even that he was shot? I dunno…would have to go watch the whatever again or something…but I’m usually wrong on so much shit that maybe there wasn’t a documentary at all. Should be easy to prove on all counts tho.

🙂

^California Love- Deadmau5^

That does bring up an interesting bit tho with respect to incorporating fiction into fact based anything. I personally try and avoid shit like that when I write. Which is prolly why, I don’t write. Not fiction anyway. I mean yeah, I’m really a billionaire, have a giant penis, several cool cars, and am currently available for dating. But all my cars are in the shop, my primary residence is undergoing renovations, and I’m currently shuffling some assets around for tax purposes…so…you’ll prolly have to pay for dinner.

Q: What time can you pick me up?

A: Anytime...is good for me.

I am SOOOOOO getting laid this weekend!!!

^deadmau5 – Sofi Needs a Ladder^

Yeah…I’ve no idea what I was supposed to see over at Merovee. Maybe Roob will tell me. She’s pretty cagey like that. And I don’t really mind. I enjoy our talks/our friendship. Tis nice to be able to talk to someone. But yeah…a lot of shit I either try and avoid completely, or spend a shitload of time trying to ignore it. I am, afterall, kinda…alone.

Time to digress here.
^Hey Baby – Bruce Channel – HQ^

I needed a change of music here…because I am about to relate a dream that I had 4/5 years ago.

There was…erm…a conflict that had arisen. This conflict, crossed not only planets and galaxies, but also times. I was enlisted to help here on Earth/Terra, but I was one of the last “recruits” that was enlisted. Actually…“the” last to be recruited/enlisted to help. I guess there was a missing element that was being sought, it could not be located, and I was it. I had no idea as to any of these goings on, and was really kinda lost as to why I was needed at all.

When I “arrived” for processing, I was alone except for the staff. I rode a very long elevator up into the sky, and caught an escalator from there. It was beautiful. The elevator stopped just above the clouds, the sun and sky was a bright and beautiful burnt orange, and the cloud tops were a mesh of dark grays topped by this orange glow. I rode the escalator short ways to a translucent deck, where I was met by someone who ushered me straightaway past all of the ropes and barriers.

“We’ve been looking for you, and I cannot believe that we found you. Let’s hope it’s not too late.”

We wound up at a wooden door that was attached to a rather ramshackle building. My guide looked at me rather sternly, but in an understanding manner, as if they had something to tell me, but could not…and then, they led me through the door.

^Mickey & Sylvia – Love Is Strange^

As we entered, there were people laying around everywhere. Injured. Obviously, these were “the first wave” and had been fighting against some unseen oppressor. Suddenly…there were people that I recognized. I didn’t know these people, but yet I did. All people that I had met in previous dreams that I had shuffled off as coincidence and/or just dreams.

And yet…here they were. All these individuals that had been speaking to me in my dreams, yet they did not know me, and I did not know them. It was devastating to see. How could I have missed all of this? What could I have done differently? Was there a way to salvage my errors? I had no fucking CLUE what the fuck was going on, except that for some reason…I was needed. Flash forward 20 years.

Q: Who is “Captain America”?

A: Don't ask me...I just work here. I used to anyway.
^Stay-Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs-original song-1960^

Yeah…I left a lot of shit out. Well, not a whole lot…but to be fair…it IS my dream. Or at least, it was. But I think that at least some of the basis for this dream, was/is when and where we read into shit. People within this “enlightenment” movement bullshit will tell you that your ego is your enemy and/or worst trait. But…what if I have no ego? Does that make me the worst of all? Some pretentious prick who is operating under the delusion that I have no ego?

Hey…you asshats take some of your own medicine. You fucks are bonked out on drugs most of the time…so…potato potatoes inside fucking whacked out tomatoes…or something.

Just cannot jibe with this...

“welp, I’m better than you, because you are worse than me”

…kinds of bullshit thinking.

I’m not gonna go fuck a goat just so you can be better than me.

Plus…I don’t have to.

I have a hot date this weekend.

^Just One Look – Doris Troy (1963) (HD Quality)^

Just looked at the clock…MIDNIGHT!!! 00:00 on Friday 15 September 2017.

I better get a bath.

I have a date.

I prolly should make it a cold one.

^Its in his kiss – Betty Everett^
1450165221tumblrnk76szhwrq1qzt4vjo1r2500RAWR!!! RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!! RAWR!!!

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I’ve not done one of those in a while. I wonder if there is a reason for that?

^Mary Wells – My Guy^

I’ve come to the end of this one.

I hope that you enjoyed it. Srsly…I do.

Did we cover everything? Did we cover anything?

Yep…we seem to have covered everything.

COVER = COVERED!!! Let's get naked!!!
^The Supremes – Baby Love^

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Um…I wonder…what would happen…if all of the UK…and eventually the world…woke up one morning…to news that…

“STONEHENGE MONUMENT VANDALIZED OVERNIGHT!!!

STONES REARRANGED FROM CIRCLE INTO  SQUARE!!!”
Don't worry...I'll put them back.

😉

^”Personality” Lloyd Price^

Tis currently 01:08…and I gotta add one more bit here, and it may be for some of the reasons you think, and may even be about some reasons you’ve not considered.

I’m sitting here proofing-ish this whatever, and doing some spellchecking…when all of sudden…at my door…

Door: Knock Knock Knock.

Cade: /cants head…that can’t be right…/pause

Door: Knock Knock Knock.

Cade: Lifts one headphone ear…no fucking way…

Door: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!

Cade: Yes?

Whatshername: Is the water working in your bathroom?

Cade: Um…I think so?

I took my headphones off, put them down, then proceeded to the bathroom under her watchful eyes that were for some reason…as big as pie-pans. I turned the water on in the sink, turned to my left to tell her, “Yep! It’s Working!” When…to my right…I hear the toilet go “KER-FLUSH!!!”

Scared the living shit out of me…but it appears that she snuck in behind me, and flushed the toilet as I was turning in the opposite direction in order to tell her the sink was working. I hastily evacuated the bathroom, since I almost evacuated my bowels.

Whatshername: The toilet AND the shower is not working in the other bathroom!!!

I wander in that way, she expediently dashes past me, and proceeds to the shower, where she turns the handle, which proceeds to bubble some air and not do much else from the shower head.

Cade: Is the hot water on?

Whatshername: I had it on cold, and the toilet is not flushing either.

Cade: That’s not what I asked. I asked if the hot water is turned on.

Whatshername: No. But everything has been working fine with it off before…so.

Cade: Do you mind turning it on for me?

I then turn the sink on, and it works fine.

Whatshername: The sink has always worked fine.

Cade: Please. Will you please, just…turn the hot water on?

She turns the hot water on, I turn back to the shower, turn it on, it bubbles and spits a few times, then comes on like normal.

I didn’t think it possible, but somehow, her pie-pan eyes got even larger. I mean, were talking anime eyes fucking huge here.

Whatshername: How is that possible?

Cade: Sometimes, when you are constantly turning the water on and off at different spots…air will get in the lines and the water won’t work at all.

I let the water run a bit, her eyes returned to a size less frighteningly huge, and we conversed a bit as to the specifics.

Just...FYI folks.

I decided to add a song here, and the following was next in the playlist from that “Unusual Music” playlist from the other day.

You can’t make this shit up.

^Tom Waits Better off without a Wife^

Comfort is achieved…not assumed.

Or whatever. I dunno. I just got here myself.

/me shrugs
^Ballet Mécanique – Leathern^
I like this song.
^The Minds Of 99 – Rav^

uifnoeq

cYacFa

^The Shirelles – Baby It’s You^

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*I dunno, Clicky… /raises eyebrow… Come on, let’s get back to writing the story…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Shamble On!

To recap, Dear Reader – First was the preamble, followed by some ambling, so now we come to the final part of this ramble shamble of a missive mission

*There you are Clicky! Good, hear for the heavy lifting? …/pats snout… Join you in a bit, just gonna smoke this first…/lights up…*

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Cade impresses Roob with his gif

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Cade continues 1

After Eight
Sucrose
Saccharose
Saccharose
Butterfat
Fipronil
2017 Fipronil Eggs Contamination
GABA Receptor

Cade and Roob discuss the gif

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Cade adds a wiki wall

Glutamate-gated Chloride Channels
MECHANISM OF ACTION
Glutamate-gated Chloride Receptors
Penicillin-binding Proteins
Glutamate (Neurotransmitter)
Neurotoxin
Myopathy
Tetany
Monosodium Glutamate
Wood Preservation
Chromated Copper Arsenate
Shielding Gas
Shield (Disambiguation)
Radiation
Malaria
Zika (Disambiguation)
Iodine
Iodised Salt
Iodine (Medical Use) (Redirected from Iodized oil)

The bottom of Cades wiki wall

Cade describes a chicken chase

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Cade and Roob end Missive Mission Experiment

This stops here...because it does.

cYacFa

^Boards of Canada – An Eagle In Your Mind^

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*/looks up… Good show, Clicky! …/drags… I’ve gotta get on and write my Anthology III story now… /stubs fag… Don’t wanna be late…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Ambling…

Dear Reader, just in case you missed it

amble (v.) early 14c., from Old French ambler, of a horse or other quadruped, “go at a steady, easy pace” (12c.), from Latin ambulare “to walk, to go about, take a walk,” perhaps a compound of ambi- “around” (from PIE root *ambhi- “around”) and -ulare, from PIE root *el- “to go” (source also of Greek ale“wandering,” alaomai “wander about;” Latvian aluot “go around or astray”). Until 1590s used only of horses or persons on horseback. Related: Ambledambling.

Let’s get down to it, shall we?

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Hi there. I just added this paragraph. I was doing some writing, and bouncing around a bit because I am trying something new in this here particular whatever, and I had an idea.

Let's see how it goes, eh?
^Meat Beat Manifesto – Prime Audio Soup (Vegetarian Soup By Boards Of Canada)^

So eating…what’s the point of eating again?

I mean like, not again…but yeah

…the first time.

Was just thinking bout “people who have trouble losing weight” and “cans of beans that are good until August 2020” and stuff like that. Preservatives, staying fresh, shelf-lives, shit like that. I mean…I’m sure that you are fresh and clean and shit like that, regardless of what you do or don’t eat, because you are you, and you are awesome at being you.

But yeah...why not?

Yes…as in…why wouldn’t “preservatives” and/or foods preserved using certain methods … erm … not…“tend to hang around a bit” after you’ve eaten them?

Not saying that it causes “weight-loss issues” or the like. BUT!!! I do have some thoughts on weight loss, and why it tends to come back.

Watson: “You’ve lost a few pounds haven’t you?”

Holmes: “And you’ve picked them up.”

Movie = “Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows”

^Flying Lotus – Interference^

So yeah…your body…it accommodated the weight once you acquired it, and prolly needs to adjust a bit in order to de-accommodate the weight change…so yeah…mass. Storage, and storage spaces. Threads, and strings, and stings, and weaving, and fibers, and fibrous stuff and whatnot.

Q: How many jobs have you had in the last 20 years?

A: I don't give a shit what this answer is, but you might.

How many desks?

Office chairs?

Offices?

Computers?

Mice?

Mouse pads?

Clothes/outfits?

Trends and trendy types of shit?

Maybe we’ve gotten a little out of wack since “seasonal” has become, erm…”international”.

Avocados? Readily available in January/February? In the northern hemisphere?

 NO WAY!!!

How’d that happen I wonder?

^Chromatics – Tick Of The Clock^

I’ve been writing some crap about “Syncrhomysticism” and “The Synchrosphere” over at my own blog over the past coupla weeks/months, but let’s bring that shit here…and make it a little more overt than usual. As a matter of fact…let’s let someone else drive almost completely here, and see if she knows that she’s driving/been driving/is driving.

^Boards of Canada – Music Is Math^

I just went to the store with whatshername. Meaning, we rode there in the same car, I walked around Wal-Mart, while she did whatever it was she was doing, we then left in the same car that we arrived in, and drove to the house that I am now sitting in typing this shit. When we pulled into the parking lot, there was an Icee truck, and I wondered aloud how nice it would be to have an Icee.

The_Icee_Company

Cola + Wild Cherry = Delightful Icee Mix

Whatshername: You know…your daughter says that she wants to steal a doughnut truck, then lead the cops on a lengthy chase, so that the news shows a bunch of cops/cop cars chasing a doughnut truck.

Cade: I become more and more proud of her and her thinking daily. PLUS… they’d prolly leave you alone in prison. You aren’t competition with drugs or gangs or crap like that, so…you’d think that they’d leave you alone.

^College & Electric Youth – A Real Hero (Drive Original Movie Soundtrack)^

But that got me to thinking about a tweet I saw yesterday, and how I fucking HATE self-righteous pricks and their methods. And tho I cannot find the Tweet in question, it was basically…

· <---This is what your asshole looks like out of prison.

O <---This is what your asshole looks like in prison.

Nice. Lots of layers and layering, and payers and payering or punishment(s).

No wonder shit is so fucked up (do what you will with puns here)

It’s never enough…is it?

^All I Need – Clams Casino (Lucid Video)^

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Roob DMs Cade about the arsehole thing

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Let’s let someone else drive here…

I thought about the picture in the Tweet all evening and all night. Reminded me of the pic above, and has had me to thinking quite a bit about the spaces that we occupy, and how we occupy them/how we are able to occupy them, which got me to thinking about focus, focuses and focusing, which got me to thinking about a story that I wrote several years ago called “The Focus”…

but I'll digress on that for now. 

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Cade and Roob on Focus and Lenses

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This is gonna cause us to have to bebop around this “when is life life” kind(s) of questions with respect to when is what, how, and where…and conception and shit like that. But while I’ll kinda buzz around while you are thinking about that, is this concept of death that we have …erm… neglected since we think that we have a good bead on when it is and is not OK to kill someone else, under what conditions/pretenses, etc..

Are we thinking that there is some reconciliation possible between life AND death via life? Cause I don’t see it. We see death as an end, and life as a beginning, and who gets to choose what and where is really only speculative because it omits time completely.

EX: Stamp a “Star of David” on each and every Jew, and suddenly, you know all there is to know about that person.

But really…you don’t know shit about that person, and you don’t want to…do you?

^Flying Lotus – Zodiac Shit^

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Roob explains the Star of David Moment 1

Roob tells Cade about Star of David moment 1

Roob tells Cade about Star of David moment 2

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Several years back, when I first saw the image above, I freaked. It was so in line with some of the things that I had been thinking about with respect to “healing” and what is required to heal, that I freaked the fuck out when I saw the image. Not that my particular body is like, all twisted and contorted and shit like that, and it is…but this thought also fell into line with the thinking that I had been doing with respect to the Chakras…but more than that, Kundalini.

So yeah…teleportation, and the thoughts that I personally had regarding using teleportation as a means/method of eliminating scalpel-based surgery, and it’s not and only about the scalpel since General Anesthesia is VERY fucking dangerous…not to mention that hospitals themselves are becoming a hazard and/or hazardous place to be.

I can’t really say “less-invasive surgery” here, since the methods that I’ve been pondering for the last 30-40 years are about as invasive as you can get. But that’ll get us nicely back to the concept of weight gain/loss, since I think that spin, spins and spinning are where we are…for lack of a better term…”losing our asses”…and prolly also why “that ass you lost comes right back”. Bees and beehives will help us.

^Why Don’t You Just Poison The Bees?? I’ll Show You Why.^
What is something that we can all relate to? 

Welp…whatever it is that we as individuals can relate to. Maybe cookies, maybe penis, maybe boobies, maybe dancing, maybe all kinds of stuff. But that video above got me to thinking about these propensities and proclivities to certain things that we all have. So yeah…changes and changing.

Q: Anyone got an extra bedroom available that I can occupy while I get my shit together and change into a better person?

A: No? Didn't think so.

😐

^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^

It is currently 14:11 or 1411h, it is Thursday September the 14th of 2017, and there has been a sudden directional change of sorts. Lemme pop up to the top, add a bit there, then I’ll continue on as normal-ish, and we’ll see how this goes from here…

Heh, heh, heH.
^The Cuties – Is She Weird^

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The third and final installment, ‘Missive From ‘Merica: Shamble On!’ will follow tomorrow, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your Friday evening and… Have a Song! 😀

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Preamble…

preamble (n.) late 14c., from Old French preambule (13c.) and directly from Medieval Latin preambulum, neuter adjective used as a noun, properly “preliminary,” from Late Latin praeambulus “walking before,” from Latin prae “before” (see pre-) + ambulare “to walk” (see amble (v.)).

Thursday 14th September, 1630-ish…

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 1

after eight sleeves

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 2

Later… about 1900h-ish…

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 3

Karma Infinity

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 4

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 5

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 6

Cade and Roob Talk After Eights 7

Chinese Zodiac Fire Sheep

Finally, at about 2030-ish, Cade’s emailed missive arrived, as well as the extra paragraphs he started sending by DM. Timings, therefore, may get a bit weird in Part 2: ‘Missive From ‘Merica: Amble Shamble’.

Butt… in the meantime, Dear Reader, have a Song 😀

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Head, Shoulders, Needs… Who Knows *shrugs*

My sister Juju is visiting family in California at present, Dear Reader. I’ve enjoyed seeing the numerous photographs of her trip posted on her Arse-about-FaceBook page. Yesterday she sent a couple just for me…

Juju sends Roobee stars 1

Fortunately, this has made writing the header and footer for Cade’s newest missive, below, a little easier as it contains a ‘wall’ or two to scale…

… Not to mention a couple of ‘Safety’ links…

… Enjoy and see you at the bottom 😉

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The day…that no one has been looking forward to…HAS ARRIVED!!!

Congratulations.

You’ve graduated.

Collect your diploma at the end of the line.

And don’t come back.

Move along as expediently as possible please.

^BAD – U2^

I should prolly be writing something else, but we’ll just have to settle for this. The hot water is currently turned off, and I don’t dare turn it on. Plus, I don’t shower regularly anyway, so we’re good. You can’t smell me, and never will have to. That does get me to thinking about water and showers and baths tho.

Q: What’s the first thing you do when you get out of a bath or shower?

A: ?¿?

Don’t ask me…I dunno the answer. We’ve not showered or taken a bath together lately, and the way things are going, we won’t be any time soon. So…I guess I’ll have to go out on a limb here, and make a guess that the first thing that most people do…is get dressed.

^Taratating-Taratatong (Tarata-Ting, Tarata-Tong)^

Dry
Audio Signal Processing-Techniques
Dryness (Medical)
Sjögren Syndrome
Dehydration
Free Water Clearance
Ringer’s Lactate Solution (Redirected from Lactated ringer)
Pepsin A (Redirected from Lactated pepsin)
Hydrophobe (Redirected from Hydrophobic)
Lipophilicity (Redirected from Lipophilic)
Dryness (Taste)
Amylase
Glycoside Hydrolase
Hemicellulose
Arabinoxylan
Dietary Fiber
Hemispherical Combustion Chamber
Starch
Glycogen
Adipose Tissue
Resistin
Insulin Resistance
Drought
Dryer
Hair Dryer
Clothes Dryer
Lint
Fuzz

Now…you are prolly asking yourself…

Dude, what are you thinking here?

Welp, what I am wondering is…

Q: Is there anything I cannot learn?

A: ???

Q: Is there anything that I cannot teach myself?

A: ¿¿¿
^The Windmills of Your Mind – Noel Harrison^

No…this AIN’T gonna be all “wavy walls”, you fucking uppity…fucks. Just…

chill or something.
Moisture
Static
Static Electricity
Triboelectric Effect
Contact Electrification
Crystal Radio
Radio Soulwax
Electric Potential
Lorentz Transformation
Spacetime-Spacetime Interval
Interval
Interval (Music)
Copamatic
Copa
Copa
Matic
Matic
Mater
Mater
COPA
COPA (Gene)
Coatomer
Nuclear Membrane (Redirected from Perinuclear space)
Level of Measurement
Between
Inbetweening
Scale
Scaling
Scalar
Scalar Field Theory
Conduction Aphasia
Conduction

I’m just thinking proportionally here, and wondering just how much of something that it takes, to create something else. This’ll wander, this thought of mine, so let’s skip on down to the next paragraph, eh?

^Jacqueline Taieb – 7 heure du matin (01)^

I’m curious about a particular batch of, say…Head & Shoulder dandruff shampoo. Let’s say, we’re gonna cook up an average batch of normal ol’ plain ol’ Head & Shoulders shampoo for processing and bottling to be shipped out for sale…

Q: How much Selenium is used in a normal run?

A: Does this question assume too much? Do I assume that there is Selenium in every batch? Does the company that makes Head & Shoulders shampoo(s) even USE Selenium in their products? What in the fuck IS Selenium anyway?

Selenium

Let’s go see what’s in Head & Shoulders shampoo(s)…

Hmmm….no Selenium. Lotta questions in there about allergies tho.

Meh...fuckit. Let's upgrade!!!

Selsun Blue

So…as I was saying…I wonder how much Selenium is used to knock up a batch of Selsun Blue shampoo?

😛
^Dan Reeder – Maybe^

Now that containment has been achieved-ish, and containment is contained…let’s think a shade or two about bitterness.

If one single “mutated” cell can potentially cause cancer and/or potentially kill, what is the basis for the timeline(s) that we are working with here? I’m just thinking, that all I see is one huge gap. A void. Nothing. You cannot cure something that does not exist.

So operating under the mentality that “welp, you gotta die of something, but it damn sure ain’t gonna be lung cancer” is fine for you and you alone. Too much “I want my children to grow up in a world that…”…that what? Takes a shit in my yard so that yours can be clean?

What am I rambling about here? 

I’m not rambling about a what…I’m rambling about a who. And that who is someone named Anna Raccoon.  Don’t ask me why I’m thinking about AR…but I am.

^Fallout 3 Soundtrack Civilization (Bingo Bango Bongo)^
What in the FUCK...is a "bellend"?
Bellend
Bellend
Bellen
Bellen
Bell End
Glans Penis (Redirected from Bellend)
Oh.

Mystery = SOLVED! ….!

Something is missing.

^Jimmy Soul – Get an ugly girl to marry you^

Is everything based-based? Lotta the usual clamboring(sic) about love affairs with youth and/or the battle between youth and old age. But it occurs to me that bases are the basis for virtually everything I read about. Even when I am just skimming Tweets here and there, everyone seems to be seeking bases and basis for them.

I don’t blame people for wanting to get involved in this or that. Maybe its just a realization that you were always participating…just…you’ve been doing your own thing or something. Maybe you’ve “been involved” in the more visible channels for a long time, and think that I owe you something for that. Maybe I do. But I don’t remember you asking for my permission to do whatever it is that you’ve been doing. So I guess I would contend that you’ve been doing your own thing all along, and it’s got absolutely fuckall to do with me.

Till now anyway.
^Zack Hemsey – “Waiting Between Worlds (Instrumental)”^

UL (Safety Organization)

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t NASA the only government agency within and of The United States/US Government that actually does something? Like…something productive?

I mean, I can think of like The FAA since they like do some actual stuff with air traffic controllers and the flight navigation infrastructure and stuff, but that’s still kinda vague. And I guess where my head/bellend is heading to, is automation.

So yeah...robotics too. 

It’s not that I fear robots, robotics and automation for myself and others, because there’s also some considerations to give the robots themselves. And this is less about the parenting angle, which is important, but currently thinking more about the care level and levels. Do you mind?

^Shaving Cream Song^

On a related topic, I think I just discovered the reason that my arms hurt all the time, and why it is painful for someone to touch my arms. I would elaborate, but I can’t. Sorry.

😦
^sea shanties – spanish ladies^

Most of the music in this here particular whatever, is brought to you buy…

"Unusual Music Playlist"

…by some fucking random-assed YouTube person.

Thanks for the music random-assed YouTube person!!!

^Johnny Collins – Leave Her Johnny (sea chantey)^

If you spend all yout time working on the mechanics and the animation(s) of the mecha, what does that leave for the individual? If you are trying to replace you, with a better you, I can only assume that you not only must not like yourself very much…but you given up hope on yourself and are punting the responsibility for change and changes and changing…elsewhere. Not saying you need to “do it the old fashioned way” by fucking up offspring of your own, but I do wonder about the “self-hypnosis” aspect of believing in things that are not there.

That’ll bring us nicely back to cancer and mutation and shit like that. Because do you really want some robot creation that has a 5,000 year battery pack to be sitting around lamenting the death of it’s creator? What else is it gonna do? All you gave it was a fuckton of time, and nothing to do with it. Even if you gave it an agenda something akin to Wall-E’s task…at some point…they are gonna finish that/those tasks.

Ever consider what would happen if one of these machines tendered its resignation?

Does that matter to you?
^dan reeder havana burning^

Fine line between possible and impossible has just reared it’s head. If everything is possible within technology, science, robotics and the like…how do you explain “the impossible” to your creation?

It's IMPOSSIBLE for a machine/robot to harm a human being...so says its programming.

Yet it’s the dream of conquering “the impossible” that made you machine possible in the first place. And this isn’t about dreams nor dreaming dreams as much as it is the tangible intangibility of possibility.

Your “self” went into this creation. Lots of thoughts and thinking have been done over the past 4/5 decades as to many paradoxes and paradigms with respect to robotics. Do you love your creation? Do you take it out for beer and darts night…and not just to impress the ladies or men so you can get laid? Do you read it bedtime stories? Does your machine have ANY…concept at all…as to the construct known as time? Do you? What about…life?

^Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen^

Tinkering with tiny seems to have a lot of responsibility. Maybe that’s why you are tinkering there. You think no one will see you. Think you won’t get caught. That means you are relying on death to save you in the event something goes wrong. All kinds of ways that death can save your ass, eh?

Better be sure.

Food for thought.

^Henry Burr – My Old Kentucky Home 1909 Peerless Quartette^

Was just thinking about the concept of…erm…let’s say, “ways, means and methods of summoning death.” And I’m only thinking of this, because I’m thinking about “death” being a “solution” to anything.

To relate…if you wanna spend some time cruising facts and figures about the number of animals killed in WWI, WWII, and Vietnam? You might be surprised and even staggered. But what I am thinking about here…is “death” coming up to have a look-see as to why in the FUCK there is so much killing going on certain areas, why there is so much dying in others, and even why certain areas seem to be…void.

Q: What if “death” had to recruit?

A: ???

Yeah…this is gonna be a toughie to explain, seeing as we tend to think of death as something that happens, done, over, finito, that’s it, end of story. But that’s not the case…is it? To relate…let’s hop on down a space…eh?

^Winona Ryder . Jump In The Line . Shake Senora . BeetleJuice 1988 Harry Harold George Belafonte Jr^

When I was younger, I used to have my own landscaping business of sorts. Mowing, edging, weed trimming, making flowerbeds and flower gardens…oh…and I cut down trees. It always hurt me to cut down trees. I always likened it to punching some old person in the face. Easy prey. But, it paid well, it was dangerous, I worked alone, I charged about 1/50th of what “the professionals” charged, and I was not afraid to tackle the bigger trees.

Granted, I had to go out and survey the tree itself to see if I could actually do it since most trees are close to houses, fences, power and telephone lines, etc.. But a single chainsaw, several hand saws, and a big-assed rope allowed me to do virtually everything by myself. I had a girl on my mind. She was on the other side of the planet. And goddamnit…I had to get there. So…trees were my money maker.

^SCOTLAND THE BRAVE ~ PIPES & DRUMS ~ ( HD )^

Mud-er and Fod-er.

Mudder and Fodder.

Mutter and Fatter.
FOD
Foreign Object Damage
Mud
Slurry
Slurry Wall
Groundwater
Slurry Ice
Shell and Tube Heat Exchanger
Surface Condenser
Eddy (Fluid Dynamics)
Bell Mouth
Streamline
Streamlines, Streaklines, and Pathlines
Mother
Father
Fat Mud.

Prolly why there is more than one title for parents and elders.

^Allan Sherman – Hello Muddah Hello Faddah (1963)^

That does get me to thinking about states a bit more. Trying to prevent something from happening, that is going to happen anyway.

“The inlet end of each tube is also bellmouthed for streamlined entry of water. This is to avoid eddies at the inlet of each tube giving rise to erosion, and to reduce flow friction.”

That’s from the Surface Condenser page. Like grabbing a snake and expecting it to bow to your will/do what you tell it to do. You do this…it does that. Sound rudimentary? Elementary? Bush league? Sophomoric? Any other derogatory terms we can pile on here “to keep me in my place”?

^The BOBCATS ” Big Noise From Winnetka ” !!!^

Tis now Sunday @ 12:31, and some mysterious person just now sent me a dark and cryptic link, via a dark and cryptic pathway, that is hidden in the darkest of darkened paths.

Shhh...this shit is all covert and dark...don't tell anyone...k?

Mind The Chemtrails: US Air Force Dispatches Sprayer Aircraft In Response To Harvey

OK…so…Harvey is back-ish in the news. I guess I coulda punned there and said “brackish in the news”…but that would make too much sense-ish sorta kinda. Anyway…um…it appears mosquitoes are a problem. Or they may be. Or they might be.

CARPETBOMBING!!!

Step 1: SHOW CAN

Step 2: AWE/AWW\AWE

Prolly some death going on there.

So yeah…targeting mosquitoes, eh?

I wonder what else lives there.
Anything? Anyone? Lotsa ones?
Meh fuckit. Burn it all.
^Trio Mandili – Apareka (The CD-album is available on http://triomandili.com/en/#buy)^

Ian Malcolm: John, the kind of control you’re attempting simply is… it’s not possible. If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it’s that life will not be contained. Life breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh… well, there it is.

John Hammond: There it is.

Henry Wu: You’re implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will… breed?

Ian Malcolm: No. I’m, I’m simply saying that life, uh… finds a way.

Movie = Jurassic Park

What if…erm…”death were able to find a way”?

I guess if that were the case…”away” would be a good thing, eh?

Prolly ain’t an away that is far enough away at that point.

Anchors aweigh might be a good idea.

Just sayin'.
^Martin Segundo – When twilight falls on NGC 891 aka James Clarke – Spring Bossa / Dark Star theme HQ^

I was listening to the song below, and it got me to thinking about the music and musics that my parents grew up listening to. I don’t think they were much into music like this, but I was. When I was younger, and got my first transistor radio, I’d tune into the “easy listening” channel at night that broadcast from Reunion Tower here in Dallas.

Reunion Tower

KRLD-FM (Redirected from KOAX-FM)

“K…O…A…X….KOAX! Relaxing music…broadcasting, from hi-atop…Reunion Tower.”

Or something like that…that was their plug-line or whatever, but I always liked when they said that, and I would mimick it often. Then again, I had a lot of speech difficulties, so I grabbed onto and mimicked those things that were very clear to me. I was honestly baffled and bedazzled by people who spoke well. Prolly my attraction to those with accents of all kinds, up to, and including, those who did not speak very well at all. But the people that spoke well and spoke clearly? I always wondered how in the FUCK they did that.

Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [Aldo is carving a swastika into Private Butz’s forehead] You know, Lieutenant, you’re getting pretty good at that.

Lt. Aldo Raine: You know how you get to Carnegie Hall, don’t ya? Practice.

Movie = Inglorious Bastards

^James Clarke – Girl On The Beach (1969)^

Westinghouse Broadcasting
Water Stagnation  (Redirected from Stagnant (water))
Stagnation
Air Stagnation

Jesus…ain’t much there with respect to “air stagnation” is there? I wonder why that is? Anyway, that does get me to thinking a bit about frogs. When I was out west for a bit, there were frogs everywhere. That’s ironic to me considering that frogs are all but void here. You NEVER fucking see frogs around here, they used to be found everywhere around here, but no more. That gets me to thinking about? Yep…you guessed it…ROADKILL!!!

Roadkill

Q: What happens to all of that blood that is drained out of dead bodies during the embalming process?

A: ???

Road Traffic Safety

Botts’ Dots

Just wondering what happens when “clean”…itself…becomes the new stagnation.

^P. Lewis – patterns^

If there is a plan, to keep something from happening, all you need to do, is read that plan, and from there, you can figure out how to make that whatever that you want to have happen…happen…based on this plan of how to make it not happen.

So…you now can see the potential for disaster using this logic since someone else may have anticipated these “weak spots”…and may have even intentionally created them and/or left them there.

So now, you are wondering if its a trap. 

Well…of course it is. How many traps need to be set for you to see that it is a trap? All kinds of ways to funnel and filter and channel your selected prey into your trap and traps. Death still remains our ally in this regard, because death will also take care of those hapless and clueless wanderers that bumble into these traps.

I mean…we’re after a specific prey here…right? Just wondering how many traps you set, and how many innocents have to pay, before there is nothing left but you and your prey.

^Philippe Feret – neige sur la vallee^
Meh...it's not my business. What do I care?
^DENISE REIS – THE TRUMPET WOMAN^

Talked to whatshername, and have decided to hang for at least another week. There have been some other recently recent developments that developed on the same day the plumbers came, which was Friday. Ain’t gonna divulge what it is…but it damn sure ain’t good. Like a kick to the face when you are already down and out…and when you finally wake up all bloodied and battered…you realize, you are also covered in piss.

How sweet.

But yeah…I ain’t happy.

^Dominique Guiot – rest^

Not much that I can really do, but I figure that being here to do whatever I can, can’t hurt. Kids are starting school tomorrow, and she had already taken the day off. I didn’t know that until Friday, but I know now. My daughter is a senior, youngest son a freshman. My…how times fly.

^Dominique Guiot – L’univers De La Mer – (1978) – [France]^

I guess there is a rise and fall or ebb and flow to everything…but does that really give you any bearing as to what is happening where and when?

Quite the basis for base and bases...eh? 

Just thinking here…that if you are looking for, to, and through…dreams, yep…you are looking for the soul. Would you know what one looked like when you saw it? I mean, obviously not…you’ve got one right in fucking front of you, in it’s complete totality, and yet you want to see more.

Think 1’s and 0’s here, and that’ll prolly help as to when and why “the soul” cannot be seen.

Especially in those cases, when the soul you are seeing, yep…actually a reflection of your own soul, and you aren’t seeing someone else’s soul.

Food for thought there, and especially those familiar with Narcissus.

^E=MC² (Francia, 1976) de Teddy Lasry^

cYacFa

^Mac Davis – It’s Hard To Be Humble (1980)^

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*Here already, Clicky? …/squints… With the Song?*

*Good Clicky… /pats snout…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Plumb, Dumb Ore Numb-Ass Day

Happy Sat-Here-Day to you, Dear Reader 😀

We have a fantastic, new missive from Cade, below, for you to enjoy. Now, I don’t want to delay you from getting straight to it… I’ll just leave a couple of things for you up here – a video…

… And a patented Okie Devil ‘Mystery = SOLVED! Next!’ 😉

*Knot to give any spoilers away, Clicky, but think ‘women’s plumbing’…*

Have a Song

Catch you at the bottom for a Song…

*A proper Song, Clicky… /holds up hands… At the bottom! Now…Git!*

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X: You can take E’s, E’s, E’s…but not O’s.

Cade: K. What about O’s and E’s?

X: O’s but not E’s.

Cade: Y?

X: AH! U have A question I see.

Cade: Yep.

X: K…well, in that case you can take O’s AND E’s, but not E’s or O’.

Cade: Got it.

0: I doubt that, but we’ll C.

Cade: KO.

0: You mean…OK?

Cade: Whatevz.

0: KO.

Z: 78 A?

Cade: So it would appear.

Z: 78’…good year.

Cade: Which one?

T: Don’t get smart.

Cade: Working on it.

X: You seem a shade out of sorts. What’s up?

Cade: Dunno.

X: Today is Thursday isn’t it?

Cade: That’s the rumor.

A: …

^Blind Side (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

A: You have no clue what you are going to write about…do you.

Cade: Not that I ever do…but very perceptive of you. I got nothin’.

A: Why do you think that is? You see to be thinking quite a bit.

Cade: Dunno. Maybe it’s this nagging skin business?

A: Anything else on your mind?

Cade: It’s gone fuzzier than usual. Sorry.

A: Wanna come clean?

Cade: Nope.

A: Fair enough.

^Adriatique – Bodymovin’ (Original Mix)^

So hi. Yeah…I ain’t thinking about anything in particular. Ain’t gonna spring anything nutty on Roob, like a Random Wiki or anything, but I ain’t got much.

No music on my radar.

No news.

No images.

No info.

No thoughts.

0: Now that’s just not true.

Cade: For the most part it is.

0: Percentages. They only tell part of the story.

Cade: I’m down with that. Still doesn’t mean I have anything.

0: No need to state the obvious.

Cade: …

0: Several things are “on your radar”…aren’t they?

Cade: That doesn’t really mean anything. All I can do is think about them.

0: You thinking about…

Cade: Nope. I mean yeah…but no.

0: Hmmmm…

Cade: Nope…ain’t doing that either.

0: Making predictions? Are you afraid of being wrong?

Cade: I don’t know how to respond to that.

0: You’ve become a snoozefest.

Cade: Nothing new there.

0: …

^Saccao – It’s Over (Fabo Late Night Mix)^

I’ve been breezing around some places the last few weeks, and of course, there is now this interest in these three hurricanes that are here and there.

Q: What about Harvey?

A: ?¿?

Houston already gone off everyone’s radars in anticipation of the next big thing?

I guess the future is where it’s at, eh?

Thanks…but no thanks. I’ll bring up the rear.

Ya’ll blaze away tho. Someone’s gotta do it I guess.

/me shrugs
^Alan Walker – Faded^

B: Monday’s trip still eating on you?

Cade: You know it is.

B: And how would I know that?

Cade: Because you asked?

B: You know…they know, that you are making all this shit up.

Cade: Some may. Some may not.

B: Maybe there’s some rhyme or reason to that. You DO tend to play your cards a shade close to the chest.

Cade: I got snot answers.

B: And if you did?

Cade: They wouldn’t be burning a hole in my pocket…that’s for sure.

Z: An ironic observation for someone who “plays their cards close to the chest” in the way that you do.

Cade: Hey…I gets no questions…I gots no answers.

Z: Does that make you feel safe?

Cade: Where’d B go?

Z: I’m not answering that.

Cade: 😦

Z: …

^Hybrid – Last man standing (HD)^

There was a movie that I watched last night. It’s called City of Ember. Not bad. The puzzle aspect was pretty cool. Especially how they played it. There was an interesting image in the film towards the end. It was interesting to me, primarily, because this image showed up on my radar when shit got all kinds of sideways a few years ago.

Like, during the really really REALLY sideways portion. 

That point, where shit looked as if shit was gonna get so fucking sideways, that I was gonna lose any sort of grasp on what was happening within my life. At that point tho, but when the shit REALLY hit the fan after that? For me anyway…shit got really fucking calm and started to make sense. That’s when shit got so fucking sideways, that I don’t even know how to explain it with any degree of reliability nor relatability.

I know what it means...I just can't explain it. 

But yeah…an image…in that film I watched…I think I found the first instance of that image. Maybe it’s a popular one. Perhaps even well known. But not to me. Perhaps it rings a bell from my youth. I can say for certainty, that the song below got me through some long, rough, and lonely nights and days.

^Gold Panda – You^

G: Right on time.

Cade: As promised.

G: You promised to be on time?

Cade: No. Sounded good tho.

X: May I?

Cade: Maybe.

X: Do you realize that you just typed “Cade” without even thinking about it?

Cade: I’ve gotten that machine like, eh?

X: Maybe it’s comfort.

Cade: I’ve no idea.

X: …

^Oliver Koletzki – Arrow & Bow (Marek Hemmann Remix)^

X: What do you see there in that image above?

Cade: Something I was thinking about earlier today.

X: And what was that?

Cade: What an individual’s life looks like over the course of a lifetime on a spinning, wobbling, spinning planet from a Universal context.

X: And what did you come up with?

Cade: Something similar to that.

X: Looks like…knitting, or weaving, or something like that.

Cade: It does.

X: You think that’s how a soul is created?

Cade: It was just a thought.

X: I wonder what it looks like, like, prior to.

Cade: I dunno. It’s a lot to think about.

X: Wrote about something similar to that elsewhere recently?

Cade: Maybe.

X: …

^Mogwai – Take Me Somewhere Nice^
Lotta dreams over the past week or so. 

I’ve been staying up late, and not eating much, and I guess it’s causing me to dream a lot. I feel like a jerkoff for writing this shit, but I’ve nothing really to say, and feel like writing…so…yeah…don’t read it. Won’t change the fact that this particular whatever seems kinda self-serving.

Whatshername offered to buy me a bus ticket to wherever I want to go. So I guess I’m giving serious consideration to taking her up on that. Just need to decide where to go. Temperature around here dropped considerably all sudden like two nights ago. Definitely been much cooler in the day, and damn near a chill in the air for the past two evenings.

Moon looks damn nice.
^Youth – Daughter^

Didn’t stay up last night tho. Tis now Friday. Was awoken by a frantic knocking at my door. My youngest son…letting me know that…

“the plumbers are here, and mom is on the phone.”

Strange that she didn’t call me, but at the same time, not very strange at all. So I hop up, start to get dressed, and MY phone rings.

Whatshername: The plumbers are there.

Cade: So I’ve been told.

Whatshername: They weren’t supposed to be there until noon.

Cade: I didn’t know that there were plumbers coming at all.

Whatshername: They are going to be checking the plumbing for a leak.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Your youngest is out there dealing with them now. They weren’t supposed to be there until noon, and they don’t need to be talking to a 14 year old.

Cade: …

Whatshername: Well, I just wanted to let you know that they are there.

Cade: He told me.

Whatshername: Well, I’ve left work and am on my way home, but I’m not going to be able to be there for at least a half an hour.

Cade: OK.

Whatshername: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Cade: OK.

Certain tension(s)? I don’t understand them.

Sure...I do...but no...I don't. 

However…answers? They are always coming. Like some galactic stutter…they are just waiting to come out…just takes a little patience and understanding. A shade of fortitude helps.

^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^

So I wander out of my room to hunt down these mysterious plumbers that have suddenly appeared, and sure enough, there they were. They showed me what they had found, told me what they thought, and told me the plan from there. I told them that their find made sense, and that we had once lived in an apartment that had a similar problem. One of them asked me…

Plumber B: Do you know how to turn the hot water heater off?

Cade: No.

Plumber B: Let me show you, since you probably want to keep it off unless someone needs to take a shower.

We wandered back to where the hot water heater is located, he opened the door, and I noticed that there is duct tape all over the door and door frame.

 "Whatshername has been here." 

I don’t blame her for her creative methods of whatever it is she was/is trying to do, but some are doozies. Anyway, he showed me how to turn it off, and warned me of which pipes to be wary of so as not to get burned.

Cade: Me and her were recently divorced, and I’m literally just about to leave in a coupla days, but I want to get as much info as I can to pass along to her.

Plumber B: Has there been any recent change(s) in the amount of the gas bill or water bill?

Cade: You know, now that you mention it, she did mention that there was an increase in the gas bill a few months ago…but she said that her sister’s gas bill also went up at the same time, so I didn’t think much of it.

Plumber B: What about the water bill?

Cade: I wouldn’t know.

I thanked him, and we both wandered out back were Plumber A was using a long steel rod to probe the ground for soft-spots in the soil.

^Foetus – Slung^

I must say, I was shocked at just how deep he was able to run that rod into the ground. Even tho we’ve had a lot of rain this year, we have very hard ground here…black clay. Digging into it without machinery is damn near an exercise in futility, and yet, he was able to plunge this thin steel rod into the ground several feet with relative ease.

Yikes!!! 

Thinking about it now…the entire roof on this house was just recently replaced…like, right at 2 years ago I think. I got to looking at the ground, the foundation, the brick paths/bricks that make it up, the brick steps up to the back door, I started thinking about all of the cracks that I’ve pointed out to her in both the foundation and the frame of the house.

Plumber A: Is there any plumbing or water fixtures in the garage?

Cade: No. Just electric.

So it appears, that there is a hot water pipe leak under the foundation. They’ll bring in a listening device, pump air through the system, then track the location of the leak…pretty clever. If they need, they’ll also bring in heat sensors to place on the floor and see if they can get a better idea as to the locale, because where the soil is softening, is nowhere near a hot-water line.

This is rather perplexing. It does have me to thinking about sinkholes tho. Maybe that’s why that one Crepe Myrtle tree out front has started standing up so straight this year. It’s roots are being pulled due to the softening of the soil from the leak. That means, this pipe has prolly been leaking for some time.

^Jay Lumen – The Line (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Younger Son: Dad…mom says she needs to talk to you RIGHT NOW!

Cade: Um…OK.

The plumbers were just about to leave, said they needed to contact the owner of the house/our landlord, and that everything would be handled and scheduled through them.

Cade: Yes?

Whatshername: Do NOT tell them you are living there.

Cade: What?!?!?

Whatshername: They DO NOT need to know you are living there. Do not tell them ANYTHING personal…they don’t need to know.

At this point, it became clear that she had been on the phone with my son, he had her on speaker, and she had been listening to the conversation(s).

Whatshername: You aren’t supposed to be there.

Cade: Huh?

Whatshername: Just…you aren’t supposed to be there. I’ll explain it later. Just don’t tell them ANYTHING about our personal lives.

Cade: OK.

Jesus Christ…all I could think about, was grabbing my fucking bag and backpack, and running. No idea what I’m running from…but it ain’t good…that’s for fucking sure.

I shoulda left Monday.
^Hannah Wants & Chris Lorenzo – Rhymes^

All I can think about, is my son sitting there on the couch, completely lost, and no clue what to do.

The answers are coming.

Yeah…you are prolly thinking…

“what’s the big fucking deal?”

I’m with you. It’ll get solved. He did great through the process, and I’m sure, that were I not here, he coulda handled everything just fine. But there’s something else at work here. It primarily involves information exchange. Or lack thereof.

So yeah...secrets.
^Lemon Interupt – Dirty^

As I continue writing this nonsense, Whatshername has since arrived home. She felt the need to recap everything that I already knew, and I’ve learned not to interrupt, or at least keep them to a minimum.

Whatshername: They are going to need to dig under the foundation.

Cade: I was here. They told me. I was here. They gave me the full skinny to pass along to you.

Whatshername: Did they tell you how long it was going to take?

Cade: A half-day to a day.

Whatshername: That’s what they told me too.

Cade: I know…I was standing there when you were talking to them on the phone.

Whatshername: You were?

Cade: Yes. You were on speakerphone. Look, the first time you called me, you implied that I needed to go out there and deal with them, so I did.

Whatshername: I appreciate that…but…

She’s a wreck…no doubting that. Each time I talked with her on the phone, I could tell that she was furious that they showed up early. She told them as much while she was talking to them on the phone. She even mentioned that she works in a basement where there is no cell service, and didn’t get their message until she left work. Plumber B, who was talking to her on the phone, mentioned that they had a cancellation, and as such, they were early.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

Whatshername: I took you off the lease when I renewed it.

Cade: …

Whatshername: We aren’t allowed to have visitors for more than 14 days without approval from the owner.

Cade: …

So yeah...seek, and ye shall find.

Not that I was looking for any of that shit. Then again, I didn’t expect to be here at all. Things just keep developing that keep me around, as I am occasionally useful for certain things. But keeping me in the dark because you are working some kookie side-deals? You are trying to stand on your own…I get it.

Jesus Christ…we all need help. Especially when we need it. And we know better than anyone when we need it. When a committee must now decide just how needy your needs are, yeah…shit is gonna get sideways. Their objective is to say “no”. If they can’t say “no” to your request, then they fucking FIND a way to say “no”.

Trust...is NEVER on the table.

We’re talking about machinery…and clockworks…and processes…and rules…and guidelines…not people.

People are incidental and even inconsequential.

^Sasha – Rooms^

Just thinking that as long as needy is trumped by neediest, needy will always become neediest at some point. Or…they’ll die, and there will no longer be a need to need.

Speaking of…Kellie of “Kellie In The Raw”…it appears that her daughter was hit by a car recently.

Some good thoughts her and her family's way prolly couldn't hurt.

Prolly some people down Houston and S. Texas way that could prolly use some good thoughts as well.

^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz | 80s Dance Music | 80s Club Music | 80s Club Mix^
Sooooo....here we go.

I’m sitting in a house that has a mushy swamp under its foundation, a cracked or broken pipe somewhere, and I now feel the need to go point out to Whatshername that the owner of this house is gonna be a primary player in this. I get the feeling that she forgets that.

That said, I have no problem with her taking me off the lease, I expected to be gone by now. That does have me thinking a bit about those brand new roads that they just put in. Lotta weight and weight changes in a relatively short period of time. Lotta vibration and resonance changes, ESPECIALLY when you consider the number of trees that were cut down to facilitate the construction of these roads.

I’m not suggesting that this construction caused this pipe problem, but it could certainly be a factor. We are dealing in aggregate afterall. Yeah…lots of places, dealing in aggregate(s) AND singular(s). So yeah…I get the feeling that Newtonian laws are equally applicable in many areas that we’ve never fathomed.

^M83 – Wait (Kygo Remix)^

I guess the more that we tinker with the tiny, for the sake of the huge, we are going to see more and more shit like this. All kinds of crazy shit that makes no fucking sense at all.

Q: Why would it?

A: !!!???!!!

You gonna start deploying sensors here, there and every fucking where?

Gonna start aggregating information so you can make a better informed decision and/or better decisions?

To what end? 

Are you forgetting something?

Are you forgetting several things?

Many things?

^Armin van Buuren ft. Susana – Shivers (Original Mix)^

Leaks, leaks, fractures, and leaks.

That makes me think of that movie I just watched, City of Embers. It had Martin Landau in it, and he played the role of a pipeworks worker. At one point, he mentioned that the water system was in such a state of disrepair, and it had been so long since they had any new pipe, that the tape used to seal leaks was longer than the pipe system itself.

So yeah...pressure(s) + time(s) over time = leaks.

Now that you have read the previous sentence, you may feel free to get specific at this point.

It’ll help make your case.

Need any help?

^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^

I’m sure you’ve got your tried and true steadfast methods, that work time and again and haven’t failed you yet.

I don't. 

Well…cept for the ones that you give me. And they look different from this angle. Especially when they serve you and not me or vice versa. How can I feel safe in saying such a thing? Welp, really, I don’t feel safe in saying it. But there is some consolation in knowing, that if I am involved…there is a reason. I was involved long before I showed up on your radar, and I’ll likely be involved long after I disappear from your radar. What does that mean? I dunno. But I will.

Or not.
^deftones – elite (08/21/09)^

WOAH!! A last minute question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade…who are you talking to?

Cade: I dunno. Who do you want me to be talking to? Who should I be talking to? So yeah…I dunno. Don’t care either.

Sorry, was just interrupted by Whatshername coming to ask me how to turn the hot water back on. Showed her where the valve was, and explained to her, that when the valve handle is parallel to the pipe…it means the water is flowing, and when the valve handle is perpendicular to the pipe…it means that the water is not flowing.

A big smile crept across her face, almost as if to say…

“so THAT’S how it works!!! Clever!!!”

Yep…people are actually and indeed…quite clever.

Go figure.

Ya’ll go have a good weekend or something.

^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^

cYacFa

^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^

*******

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤

 

Roo, Roob, Roobee… Rats!

Enormous chair

*Good afternoon, Clicky… /pats snout… You’ve got the enormous chair out… /lights up… Good call!*

Clicky bring chocolate and Red Frank Gets Ruby

*Ooh chocolate! Thank you… /breaks off piece…*

From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…

IMG_1765

*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*

Over the years I have been online…

*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*

… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…

*Roobot… /smirks… I met one this week…*

Roob and Cade afternoon chat

*Yeah, I know… Pepper…*

Roob and Cade afternoon chat 2

*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…

*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*

So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler

*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*

Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…

French girl mutilated by rats

And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?

*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*

Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…

Roob tells Cade the syncs she spots in The Fedora Chronicles

Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…

therats

*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*

*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*

*A Song already? …/deep drag…*

Roubaix boom town

*Oh I see… /finishes fag… Well I suppose this Library outing is quite long enough…*

Dear Reader, I could go on, like, oh I dunno… how I hate Nazis, but I’ll end this post hear… Have a Song 😉