Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedOra…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos“god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron“gift” (from PIE root *do-“to give”).
I saw a newspaper story yesterday, Dear Reader. I meant to mention it to Cade, but I forgot…
They might look like props from a low-budget horror film, but these mysterious slimy brain-like blobs are in fact colonies of hundreds of tiny creatures.
The pond-dwelling jellies were recently spotted for the first time in Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada, when they were exposed by low water levels.
The creatures, known as bryozoans, have been around for hundreds of millions of years, long before the first dinosaurs walked the Earth.
And now, it appears, they are spreading – but scientists are unsure why.
Fortunately, he’s sent through a missive, set out below…
*No it doesn’t, Clicky…*
*Yeah, okay, there are some of those…*
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Considering the singular nature of all this duality crap is giving me a headache. Anyone got any Tylenol?
Maybe some Ibuprofen?
Although, Ibuprofen will tear the shit out of my stomach. But my headache will be gone.
That's fucked up.
That said, I wonder if there is any tugging or pulling going on there? I mean like, because of whatever is in that Ibuprofen. It’s got aspirin in it. Aspirin comes from trees. Trees have this springy tuggy kind of action to them. But let’s talk about Tanin. Or Tannin. Then I can bring up “vit D” whatever in the fuck that is, cause someone mentioned it somewhere recently.
😀
^UMEK – Stealth Your Past (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
I skipped the obvious shit, and looked for something arcane or unrelated, and I found this…
“Osteopenia occurs more frequently in participants in non-weight-bearing sports like bicycling or swimming than in participants in weight-bearing sports like powerlifting and running, since bone-loading exercise tends to protect or possibly increase bone mineral density.”
Hmmm...
Get yo fat ass off the bike or outta the pool, and lift some weights you worthless scumbag!
Gonna pass on that deal. But that does get me to thinking a bit about…erm…results. Most medical doctors that I’ve encountered are a shade…conservative.
Unless you are are bleeding out of your eyes, and the doctor is able to jam some cotton-balls in there to stem the bleeding…your particular diagnosis may take some time. Sure, sometimes doctors can nail something right off the bat, and treat it with ease. But do these situations tend to make us feel at ease? Or uneasy? We went in for some trite but unusual situation, and we expected the doctor to diagnose us with full-body cancer and give us less than 24 hours to live.
Yet with the unknowns, we’ll endure barrage after barrage of tests and testing just to put our mind at ease. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I kinda do, but let’s let this one sit for a while, and let’s think on it.
Is that good for you?
^deadmau5 & Wolfgang Gartner – Animal Rights^
Cade: Dad, why are fathers called fathers?
Dad: Because we’ve been father in life than our children.
Cade: Ah. Makes sense.
Dad: It does?
Cade: Yes. But I’ll never have kids.
Dad: Why is that?
Cade: Because you said that I’m too much of a screwup to ever have anyone interested in marrying me.
Dad: You don’t have to me married to have children.
Cade: You don’t?
Dad: Nope.
Cade: Hmmmmm
^Frost – Relocate^
It’s September 1st.
It’s 2017.
It’s 16:33.
Nice sky outside.
It's deep.
^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^
Been thinking a lot about blood lately, and it’s color. Not red…yellow. Melanin has been bouncing around again here and there lately, and as it would happen, it came up in conversation. That got me to thinking about moles. But that’s not where the conversation went.
What I started thinking about, was energy and energies in the more “scientific” senses or definitions. If there is more than one way in, there are more than one ways out. And with respect to melanin, I got to thinking about some thoughts I’ve had with respect to uranium being a “kicker” of sorts for life. If we follow the trail, everything is going to show up on life’s radar at some point. But where that led me, was to this “source” and “matrix” kinds of thinking.
That led me to moles. I personally have one, and I only have one. There’s going to be more to it than that. Spin without direction, contextually, isn’t going to help us. Not as long as we are looking, and certainly not where we are looking, nor how we are looking.
^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^
That has me thinking a bit about listening. But let’s go somewhere else where we can think…k?
We’re gonna have to talk about nerves at some point, and currently, I’m getting on my own nerves.
^Kalki – Varanasi (Official Music Video)^
Lessee what I can talk about today. Other than myself of course.
Got to see some awesome contrails late last evening. Was gonna make a video and/or take some pictures, but it was too dark and would not have come out. LOADS of moisture in the air, even tho there were no clouds, and as a result, loads of contrails to the west.
D/FW airport has a VOR, and as a result, lots of airways crisscross right over the top of D/FW Airport. There were some cool ones and big ones last night (contrails, that is)…but there was one in particular as I was watching that had a wicked 90° hook in it, where the aircraft had come in from the southeast, and turned almost directly west after crossing over the airport. Hence, I went and grabbed my camera to make a video. The hook really stood out amongst all of the other contrails that were lingering, as these were almost all “more straight” lines crisscrossing each other.
^deadmau5 & Feed Me @ BBC Radio 1 Residency (06 JULY 2017) [PART 7]^
The other day, I was out taking some pictures of the post-Harvey sky, because the clouds were simply too beautiful not to share. As I wandered out into the front yard, and while tinkering with my camera…I hear…
Neighbor: Hi!
Cade: Well hello there!
Neighbor: What are you doing?
Cade: I’m just taking some pictures of this beautiful sky. Stunning isn’t it?
Neighbor: Wow…that is pretty. Ya know…I’ve been out running for an hour now, and I just realized I’ve not looked up even once.
Cade: Welp…you outta look up every once in a while. Never know what you might see. 😉
Neighbor: I guess so.
Cade: Welp…I’m gonna grab some pics real quick before these clouds go away. Nice talking to ya. 🙂
Neighbor: OK…bye.
She lives two doors down, and is a teacher. I’ve only talked to her once before, but she’s really nice, and has engaged me in conversation both times I’ve talked with her. She’s got three sons that are about the same age as my three children, is divorced, and her boyfriend sorta lives with her. Never spoke with him and only seen him a coupla times. Prolly a nice guy tho. Her kids are nice, she’s nice, so I assume he is also nice. That gets me to thinking tho.
X Marks The Spot.
^OCULA – Ingrained^
Do we really want to know our neighbors? Or is that too much of a risky investment that prolly will go sour at some point? Or do we just want to tell them what they can and can’t do? This IS…our kingdom, afterall. Anything that encroaches upon, or may encroach upon, our kingdom, must be stopped…and it must be stopped now. So…
sorry
…ain’t gonna finish that thought. My stomach just knotted up at traveling that pathway. Tired of punching…tired of being punched…tired of undenting dents.
Q: Is a fender on a car dented prior to an accident?
A: Food for thought.
P.S. – Your neightbor may not want to know you (dessert for thought).
^Kayve – Cervos^
Yesterday…I wandered out front to check the weather and dig in the rocks in the driveway…when suddenly…a car appeared in the street…driving my way…I recognized it…waved…and it pulled up in front of the house…and stopped in the street. So…I walked out that way, and the window on the passenger-side started to drop…
Cade: Well hello there.
X Mom-N-Law: Hi!
Cade: How are you?
X Mom-N-Law: I’m fine how are you?
Cade: Not bad. How was Oregon and/or South Dakota?
X Mom-N-Law: …
I’m gonna stop the convo there, because it’s private. Just glad she is home safely.
I did learn that my ex-aunt-law, is not doing so well, which made me sad, and it makes me sad to think of it now. I also learned, that her husband is retired…I did not know this. He was a Sunflower and Soybean farmer, and also owns like a 2,000/3,000 acre hunting ranch up there that one of their daughters run. I think it’s mostly Pheasant. I dunno…I guess he either sold most of his land, or pays someone to work his lands, or sub-lets it and someone else works it or something. Anyway…it was nice to talk to my x-mo-n-la.
^No Mana – Slow Motion^
Q: Why is space black?
A: !!!
No light? Hmmm….
Q: What happens when you take every color there is, and mix them together?
A: Black.
I was talking to someone yesterday, and the topic of prisms came up. As we talked, “my” equation was buzzing around in my head, as was Pi. Namely…Sopi…something that I had thought of just recently. It’s gotten me to thinking about how Pi is less about circles, other shapes and even math, than it is about motion. What am I getting at here?
Calculation.
This is prolly gonna be a sticky topic, because both time and work are gonna have to be pondered here, which means that math and shapes are gonna also have to be considered.
So…let’s do it the easy way…color(s) + sound(s).
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
Google search – How Many Colors Are There?
Computer - 16,777,216
“They have shown that we can see about 1000 levels of light-dark, 100 levels of red-green, and 100 levels of yellow-blue for a single viewing condition in a laboratory. This means that the total number of colors we can see is about 1000 x 100 x 100 = 10,000,000 (10 million).”
What I’ve been thinking about, is this recurring “88” business here and there over the past few years, and the more eccentric meanings behind this number.
Welp…88 is as important as any other number…because without 1-87?…we would have no 88. So…what I’ve been pondering for a while now is the correlation between light, gravity, strings, and quantum mechanics. This means we cannot leave out Newtonian nor Relativistic thinking, because we are talking about light.
Where this is gonna get sideways, is my postulation that light and/or photons, can stop completely/have no speed at all. If you stop blaming our Sun/Sol…and ONLY our Sun/Sol, for all light that we see/perceive, we can think maybe about energy and energies that are more aggregated that we give credit for.
So yeah…were about to walk the path of lasers and reflection and refraction…and THEN…we’re gonna wind that prism created rainbow right back up and send it on it’s merry way.
^Public Enemy-Fight The Power^
What has puzzled me, is what is actually going on within a prism that is bending a beam of light at 90° and producing a rainbow on the other side.
What I came up with, is that there has GOT to be some shit going on between A and B that is being missed…and not just some angle. There HAS to be a back and forth, and up and down, and side to side, and every fucking whichaway going on there to unravel, dethread/rethread and unwind that light.
Yeah…strings are gonna have to be more dynamic than just “strings” or even “strings with stings”. Contextually, sometimes anyway, these strings are prolly gonna need to make some unusual shapes to travel to wherever it is they want to go…ESPECIALLY if it’s somewhere they don’t want to go. So…let’s talk about heat for a minute.
^Pop Will Eat Itself – X, Y & Zee^
I’ve mentioned that “The Universe” is prolly well versed and well rehearsed in the nature of burns and burning. What The Universe is NOT well versed in?
You.
Kindof a…”getting to know you” thing going on here as best as I can tell. Were it not so, I prolly wouldn’t be allergic to this place. Anyway, there is prolly no element that we know of that prolly cannot assume any shape at any time under the correct contextual circumstances. There is also prolly no limit to the amount of mass that a particular element cannot achieve…contextually. So…let’s hop over Einstein’s postulation that approaching the speed of light will cause that particular something to achieve infinite mass.
A: Strings
Prolly either gonna dial that speed back…or give it a poke to “push it over the hump”…if you will. Prolly gonna need to think about branes here. Branes not brains. I have none of the latter, and the former is still under peer review (I am my own peer…I hope I pass).
^Upular | Pogo^
So I’m thinking about the number of transactions that are required, to unwind a photon.
Q: What happens to a photon once it is unwound?
A: Bubbles.
That’s my thinking. If you keep water in mind, then think about rainbows, then stop limiting the size of particles and particulate, then stop limiting speed and speeds, then stop limiting proximate and contextual origins and longevities…we can prolly figure out why black holes are so goddamn…black.
It's not all about speed.
SOMETHING has to be keeping those speeds in check. What better way, to measure speed…than…infinite speed(s). That will allow for every speed in between….so yeah…colors and sounds. I get the feeling that silence is actually rather fucking loud, and it has a tendency to block the shit out of some stuff, and not so much to others.
Q: How loud is pain?
A: ...
Q: How loud is joy?
A: ...
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^
What I grasped at yesterday during the course of mine and Roob’s conversation was/is…
88 permutations of light between 1° and 90° within the prism. This is based on a 7-dimensional model mathematical model, Px3/Tx4 that relies on my ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ formula to calculate any number, backwards and forwards, at the same time, using only 1’s.
It’s going to be holographic in nature with respect to displaying the requested number…but the matrix itself is nothing but infinite sets of 1’s with a zero base. There will be two zeros in the set, origin…destination, but at some point, both the origin and destination will be the same. Afterall, what we are trying to do, is calculate some really ridiculously large numbers from point A, and wind up back at A with our answer. I need my son’s formula to make this work.
Q: How much is “infinite” in this instance/these instances.
A: All the way.
Q: How much is that?
A: I dunno.
Information is heavy. It has to be. Our planet alone is touted to have of mass of God only fucking knows what…so yeah…shitloads of information there. So let’s bend an infinitely long straight line, that has infinite mass, so that it fits into a space the size of a pinhead.
Once we do that…
Q: Where does the space go?
A: I will not suggest inflation nor how it works here...not now anyway 😛
^David Bowie – Space Oddity [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
We’ve got us a beam of photons that are all connected in a chain, and coming in from Galaxtar 19…and Galaxtar 19 is on the far side of The Universe. Photon 1 arrives, passes straight through The Earth/Terra…
Q: What does Earth/Terra do 24/7?
A: It spins.
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it?
Oh…should I have used Neutrinos instead of Photons?
Just doing what I’ve been taught to do.
Iron clad and written in stone today = Sitting in a dustbin collecting space dust tomorrow.
^Morrissey – I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me^
Why I personally have been seeing for some time now, is triangles and circles working together to shear light. Imagine a large empty black space, that is fucking FULL of rainbow circles and triangles, that are bouncing around each other, keeping both of their shapes intact, while simultaneously keeping the colors themselves orderly and intact.
Q: What is keeping these shapes intact that allows them to order both themselves AND the spectrum of light?
A: The spectrum of light is more than just light, and is surrounded by all fucking KINDS of energy and energies.
What do they all have in common?
Motion. Motionlessness is STILL motion.
Relativistically…it simply has none contextually. So…if we take into consideration the speed and speeds of our planet, as well as the speed and speed of our solar system…we could be entangled with and lugging around some fucking HUGE photons that are not only actually moving quite fast, but also maybe some aggregate factors that allow smaller and more numerous photons to more easily translate and traverse this space and these spaces.
Like attract like.
Opposites attract.
Like signs repel.
The weak force(s) is/are the strongest of all.
Takes a lot of strength to not do something.
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Sorry…just…chanting a mantra here 😉
^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^
Tis now 03:55 in the AM on Saturday September 2nd, and I’m pooped.
Plus, poor Roob had to return to work after a week’s vacation, and I don’t want to send her another monster like the last one…so…I’ll can it here.
But yeah…you can get it apart, but can you put it back together?
If so, what is the result?
Methinks Uranium has a useful function that we might be overlooking for the sake of the now.
I took a train into town today, Dear Reader, with Kit Kat… It’s enrollment day at college…
*Yeah, a lot of going from desk to desk to desk, Clicky, until finally…*
*It’s fucking pissing down out there… I waited until I got home… /grimace… I gotta do it all over again this afternoon with Loopy…*
*Tell me about it! But Thoughtful Man insists… They’re still our babies…*
The third and final installment of Cade’s latest missive is below. Parts one and two if you wanna catch up. Have fun, Dear Reader, and see you at the bottom 😀
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It’s cloudy today, but as of yet, still no rain. I did go look at the radar earlier, and it appears that Harvey is still stuck in the same place and just kinda hovering there. It did appear to be losing some of its shape, but not really. Plus, there was a large swath of storms moving across Kansas and Nebraska. Nebraska…now THERE’Sa state we don’t hear from much in “the news”, eh? Must be that targeted regional advertising crap.
But then again, that’s why I used to have links to newspapers from each state from both large and small towns, and the same with countries all over the world. And more than that, I read them. That syndication shit has started to fuck up all the small papers/small-town papers tho 😦
I digress.
Gonna go check again and see what it looks like now. It’s 13:48.
Yeah…still kinda the same as this morning. Although I just noticed just how far east that it extends now. Deep into and across southern Louisiana, and even into southwest and south central/central Mississippi. Some big chunks of moisture coming off Harvey and headed northeasterly. Storms in Iowa and Missouri, and moving southwesterly, but seeing the moisture over The Great Lakes, and combining the motion of these two systems together, lotta cyclonic rotation there.
^Ranji & Tezla – New Ways (Original Mix)^
There’s also something going on out in The Atlantic near the South Carolina and Georgia border(s). I was just talking to my son last night about Ike. Hey! I know someone named Ike.
Hey! Bonnie. There’s a Bonnie in there. Why does this name ring a bell? I mean, I know a Bonnie, but I don’t really know her. They killed her, so…yeah or something.
Let’sus do some mores let’sing here, and try and figure out what in the FUCK is going on there around Longview, Henderson and Nacogdoches. I had no idea Nacogdoches was spelled like that.
Na Cog.
Salt Wheel?
How bout that.
Salt Wheel/Sodium Wheel.
I wonder if that has anything to do with Grand Saline?
Oh…and nevermind that weirdness going on in my screen capture. Prolly just an aberration or some other glitch that can be easily explained away.
NOTE: I am currently spellchecking this bullshit, and Google’s Chrome browser just suggest that I change “Nacogdoches” to “Stagecoaches”.
Hmmm…stagecoach(es). Now THERE’S a word/words ya don’t hear every day!!!
^Hyperflow – Namah Shiva (Original Mix)^
You know…that reminds me. My older sister’s son? I flew him out to a fly-in/airshow at Mineral Wells Airport back in 1994 I guess it was. We had a lot of fun. He was pretty young at the time…maybe 10/11, but he handled the flying in a small plane like a champ, and loved the airshow. I got to see Bobby Younkin fly both his Beech 18 AND his Samson biplane.
Hmmm…now where on Earth/Terra…have I heard that name “Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan” before? I think it was a movie. I think it had someone named Paul Newman in it. It also had a few other people in, and I’m betting that they had names too. May have even had names both inside AND outside their role(s) in the film. I think some fairly famous director directed this movie, but I can’t remember his name either. Maybe it’s Newman’s role in Cars that is fucking me all-kinds of up here. That’s said, I think there was someone named Billy, and I think he was from Moose Jaw.
BTW…speaking of jaws (ba da ching)…, didn’t Samson beat an entire army to death with the jawbone of an ass or something?
^Bobby Younkin Samson NX985PW 1997^
^2004 Sussex Airshow – Bobby Younkin – Twin Beech^
I think that Richard Bach fella had him one of those Cessna 337 Skymasters. I always wanted one of those. A guy that I worked for had one. It was yellow and white, or “banana and creme” if you prefer, but I never got to ride in it. It’s almost like a Cherokee 6, ‘cept completely different…I wanted one of those too. (Cherokee 6…that is). That get’s me to thinking about that P-51 that I read about Bach owning, and he said that particular airplane hated his guts from the moment they met.
lolz
But yeah…I think Richard and that aircraft parted ways here in the Dallas area somewhere. Which reminds me, I looked Richard up a few months back…and it looks like he had another incident.
K…welp…it’s getting on in the day…15:02 now…and I got some beans to nurse.
Lots more I’d like to talk about…but I’m not gonna.
Looks like it’s getting dark outside.
Maybe Harvey is finally coming to call.
Yep…just checked radar again…and Harvey is coming into our area…from the northeast.
Now that’s just unheard of. Around here it’s unheard of anyway. NOTHING comes from the east around these parts. Lessn’ of course it’s Jesus coming back. That’s the only thing that I’ve ever heard of coming from The East, but I’ve never seen it/yet to see it/him or whatever. Anyway, what I have seen tho, is shitloads of storms.
And those come from The West.
Maybe that’s why Jesus is rumored to come from The East.
Be a hell of a thing seeing a storm coming in from The East.
At least, in this part of the world it would be anyway.
Hmmm…welp…just, never make any vows or oaths, and you’ll be good to go and never have to get bitch-slapped for fucking up. I’m gonna get bitch-slapped for suggesting that making an oath, to never make an oath, is a good and prudent course.
I went backwards there a bit, and that’s more along the lines of what I was thinking about/looking for, but that’s still not it. That said, lots to think about there with respect to cookware and/or flatware/silverware, eh? I mean…these days? Fuckit…break out the Dawn dish detergent. I’m sick and tired of following these rules, fucking up, then having to do it all over again. THIS IS INSANITY!!! But I digress.
Yeah…some synchronistic kinda “synchy” or “syncy” or “stinky” or whatever kind of bullshit going on there. And that’s pretty much what I was looking for. I mean, isn’t “the bad news” still good news? Like your parents telling you to get your shit together. Hell, or even you telling your own damn self to get your shit together.
I don’t mind rules and regulations, nor even their application. What I don’t like tho, is this presumption of fairness and justice if you, who wrote these rules and regulations, are also applying them to others. Maybe there’s one more verse that can come in handy here…
Not exactly what I was thinking about, but it'll do.
^Morten Granau & Emok – 3rd Eye^
Nobody wants to become irrelevant. Especially if you’ve spent your life striving to become relevant. I guess that’s why I prefer to try and be patient and let things develop. And don’t tell me
“that’s because you are a spineless pussy who is afraid to make decisive decisions because of potential consequences, and the guilt you’ll feel for making those decisions/being decisive.”
Hmm…making a decision, to let others make their own decisions. YEP!!! You nailed it. No decision has been made.
Here’s the thing…I can make decisions the live long day. The problem is, that if you don’t do your own thinking, my decision may not make sense to you. Especially if it’s one of those pertinent and timely decisions. I have no problem taking the heat for a bad decision. I make decisions all the time and many, if not most of them, are prolly bad ones.
^Ranji – Can’t See – Official^
If we come to a crossroads and you don’t know which way to go, and you ask me “which way?”
… and I point and say “thataway”…
and you respond with “why that way?”
…my response is prolly gonna be…
A: Can we talk about that on the way/en route? We really need to get moving.
Yep. Decision making is not easy. But I’ll do it. I’ll make it. Unless you want to.
I’m kinda cautious like that.
Just think of myself.
Which means I’m thinking of you.
How selfish of me...eh?
^Captain Hook & Astrix – Bungee Jump (by JJc)^
So…in the previous whatever turned missive, there was a picture of someone’s foot, and the owner of that someone’s foot had been struck by lightning. There were some marks on that someone’s foot that reminded me of Shingles. Not that I’ve ever had random patches just appear, start bleeding, then get all scabby or anything…but yeah…made me think of Shingles.
Speaking of shingles…lotta homes around here being re-shingled lately. We did have all that hail sometime back, and it was indeed a heavy hail that included large hailstones, so yeah…prolly a lot of roof/shingle damage, but I’ll get on with it.
What really interested me about that pic, other than the Shingles looking “wound”, was the epidermis/skin on the person’s foot. Lots of ridges and ring-looking folds within and on the surface of the skin, which gets me to thinking not only about that, but also the connective tissues.
Q: I wonder if this person wears shoes and/or socks all the time?
A: ?¿?
Not assuming this person’s footware preferences or anything, but the were out hiking. So…prolly boots…which means prolly also some heavy-assed socks.
Q: I wonder if this person removes shoes and/or socks immediately upon resting?
A: ?¿?
Just been thinking about the demands that we put on our bodies by sitting in various chairs for lengthy periods of time. If you are then expected, or choose, to go do some vigorous and/or strenuous physical activity to make up for sitting on your ass all day…there might be some shit going on there we hadn’t considered.
Think not only footwear changes, but also the positional associations and compensatory thinking with respect to equalization(s).
^Astrix & Avalon – Moonshine ᴴᴰ^
Hyde teh hookses...fishez si smartzer den u tinx dey iz be.
Cantz gets no nibbullz on no lewurez wif hookz been vizabull.
Cantz gets no fishez wif no nibbuls.
Cantz gets no foodz a(n)/door no moniez wif no fishez.
I bet you can really slay the hawgs with a lure like that.
(sorry...southern fishing parlance)
Not that I’ve been fishing in a while, but I did used to fish quite a bit. Then, it got to be a hassle. Not to me, to others who wanted to go fishing. They’re always like…
“Man!!! I had no idea that fishing was so complex and so much work!!!”
Welp, why wouldn’t it be?
If you think about all of the people that had to work their asses off to make all that fishing tackle and boats and gasoline and roads to get there, and shit like that just so you can go work your ass off to have fun. Then, once you have your head wrapped around that, your head may not cave in when you think about all the shit it took to create the lake, the structure(s) that support and surround it, the water itself, the fish you are trying to catch, all the shit they need to catch so that they can grow up big and strong so you can in turn catch them…
yeah...it's a lot of work.
I have no idea what any of that means, nor what any of that means to you. But what I DO know, is that whatshername just knocked on my door, and then asked me if I would cook a pot of beans for dinner, and can I have them ready by 5:30/17:30. It’s 13:05 now, so, looks like I have some work ahead of me.
^Class A – Its Only Dreams^
Ever get the feeling that this “Moon Landing Hoax” business is nothing more than a clever attempt by certain people hinting as to the question of why we are not traveling to The Moon/going back to The Moon? I mean like…keeping “The Moon” and/or moon-travel in people’s minds.
Q: Who gets to go?
A: ...
There’s an answer. Dunno if it was the answer you were looking for, but it’s definitely an answer. Let’s ask it a different way…
Q: Who gets to go to bed tonight without a broken arm or severed hand because they got caught stealing?
A: ...
You really wanna travel that path? Me neither.
Don’t me wrong, I love space travel. But if I cannot travel freely in my own world without hindrance, what are we missing? And this ain’t just about me. There’s fucktons of people like me with not much and nowhere to take it.
Something’s gotten sideways here. You can’t legislate something that doesn’t exist, as if this legislation will make it so. If people were exercising good judgement prior to this law/these laws being created, these laws would be unnecessary. What makes you think they are going to follow them now? Didn’t someone lose?
It’s a pickle…no doubt about it. But squeezing an extra one in or taking one out ain’t gonna change anything except the obvious. Something else is going on here.
Or maybe not.
We’ll see.
Or not.
^Official – Morten Granau – Fuzzy Monkey^
X: It’s about time.
Cade: It always is.
X: No…I meant, it’s about time that you acknowledged my desire to talk.
Cade: It always is.
0: What does THAT mean?
Cade: I dunno. Was just thinking about layers and layering there.
Z: Still wanna go dig in the rocks do ya?
Cade: Would be nice. Dunno where I’d do it tho.
T: I’m thinking that a pool of quicksand might be a good place to start.
Cade: Now that’s just not nice.
T: Never know. Might be something down there.
Cade: Yeah…me.
B: At least there would be rocks down there.
Cade: The ones in my head? Can’t I just…stay up here and we can skip that part?
Z: Skipping around pools of quicksand sounds dangerous.
Cade: …
0: He, (“Cade”), is laughing uncontrollably right now btw. Just…FYI. Give him a second or two to recover. He’s picturing stumbling across a pool of quicksand, and then suddenly, your first instinct is to start skipping around it.
Cade: Where in the FUCK am I going to find a pool of quicksand, and assuming that I do find a pool of quicksand, will it be posted with “NO SKIPPING” signs?
X: Maybe.
T: That makes no sense.
Cade: lolz…but it’s funny.
T: I’ll give ya that.
Cade: What about a pool of quicksand.
T: Yer on your own (ba da ching)
Cade: (wah wah wah)
X: …
0: …
B: Don’t look at me.
A: …
L: …
Z: Don’t ask me.
G: …
Cade: So…to prevent the assumed necessity to proceed further with that list…no one would just…throw me a rope?
X: How much rope do you already have.
Cade: Only what I need.
X: Isn’t that enough?
Cade: Sorry…I though you pack of miscreants wanted to talk about this.
X: I don’t like where the conversation went.
T: Me either.
0: I…
Cade: OK OK…I get it…they get it…we all get it…I’ll stay away from the quicksand pool(s).
X: Assuming that you can.
Cade: Welp, there’s a headline that you don’t see anymore. “MAN DROWS IN QUICKSAND!!!”
Z: That would assume that there is a witness.
A: In your case, it does anyway.
Cade: I’m just wondering about the quicksand. I mean, no one ever asks.. “where did all the quicksand go?”…do they?
X: I’m not answering that.
Cade: Welp, it does move nicely into that thought/those thoughts that I had about alcohol absorption into the bloodstream.
X: And what was that?
Cade: Basically? Spin.
Z: But that’s not all…is it?
Cade: Nope. Never is.
0: Why do you think that is?
Cade: Funny that you would ask. I’m still operating under the premise that I must be needed somewhere for something, otherwise, I wouldn’t be traveling this path.
G: Lot’s to think about there, eh?
Cade: I dunno.
B: Whadda ya mean…”you don”t know?”
Cade: I dunno.
T: Good answer.
0: Agreed-ish.
Cade: I wonder what THAT means? (yawn)
X: You getting tired or something?
Cade: Nope. Just reading into some things there.
Z: Not always a good idea.
Cade: But how would I know, until, unless, and when, I know?
X: Is that an official question?
Cade: No…because I already know the answer.
A: And what is…”the answer”…in that particular case?
Cade: I don’t know.
Z: Good answer.
Cade: …
^Tropical Bleyage – Mala^
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*Ah huh… That’s the hiker’s foot that Cade mentions, Clicky… /cocks head inquisitively…*
*…YeEsss… This is the footer… /rolls eyes… Oh for fuck sake! Better roll some rock out for us then, Clicky…*
Dear Reader, we hope you can join us tomorrow for the third and final installment of this missive from the Text Us Okie Devil. Join us then and… Have a Song ❤
Dear Reader, last August Bank Holiday Monday, I was still looking into the bathroom scenes of The Shining: Forwards/\Backwards, but Clicky mentioned that ‘the bank is now open‘…
*Good Song choice, Clicky… /lights up…*
Yesterday, I took some time out to watched a couple of movies…
*I kinda liked it, but yeah, not really… /puffs…*
*To be honest, Clicky, I enjoyed that more… /deep drag… but then I’m not into GoT…*
I was surprised to see the same name appear in the credits of both movies. I’d seen that name earlier this week – there was a social media kerfuffle involving his wife and a visit to a vault during the US total eclipse…
*I wonder if Lefties pay money to go see his films? …/stubs butt…*
Cade has very kindly sent through a new missive. It’s ten pages long…
… So, Dear Reader, I’ve split it into three parts for your, and my enjoyment. See ya at the bottom ❤
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Lessee here...Now...where, did we leave off?
Hmmmm. I can’t remember. Can you?
No?
Anything you wanna talk about?
No?
Welp…that being the case then…I guess it leaves no alternative, but to talk about…something…that you may not be interested in. Although! You might.
Why?
Because you didn’t express an interest in talking about anything in particular. Which means you wanna talk about nothing. So let’s talk about just that…nothing. So yeah…The Voynich Manuscript.
^Video Re-track of Foetus/Wiseblood’s “Motorslug”^
The video above is cool. It’s really neato that someone took the time to save and share a piece of musical history. For those who are unaware, “video-bars” and “video rooms” in clubs and bars were kinda popular in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. Mainly because, they played videos from groups that were not aired on MTV or anywhere else.
Oh sure, MTV dedicated 2 hours to “alternative music” on Sunday nights on their “120 Minutes” show, but you prolly weren’t gonna hear much from the fringes. These are bands that received no airplay on radio. Many of them did everything themselves, had their own record labels, did all their own….everything. This made artwork important. Hell…they’re artists.
But yeah, buying an album because of the cover and the artwork, and the name of the band, and the name of the album, and the names of the songs, all from a band you never heard of, and neither had anyone else. Metallica’s album Kill Em’ All was prolly the first album I personal bought without knowing who the hell they were, but I digress.
Here’s a better quality audio version of the same song.
^Wiseblood – Motorslug^
So back to video bars and rooms, yeah…VJs. I wonder where that phrase originated? Think of it like this…
Q: Why are music videos so popular?
A: Live
You find a band and/or so that you REALLY like…
Q: What is “Step 2?”
A: Seeing them live.
I personally am kind of wishy-washy in that regard, because many groups that I listened to in the mid-1980’s to early 1990’s had broken the mold. There may only be 1 or 2 guys making all that music, and they were still trying to figure out how to play live along the lines of how commercialization had steered the perceptions of what a live performance should be.
Howard Jones is the first person that springs to mind with me, because as I understand it, it was just Howard, on-stage alone with a shitload of keyboards, end of story. Not a popular thing for a bunch of kids who were raised in the 1960’s/1970’s, who were paying hard-earned money to go see some razzle-dazzle and craziness.
Q: Would you pay to see someone live, if it was just them playing a piano on-stage?
A: ???
What if it were Billy Joel? Elton John?
^KMFDM “Murder My Heart” Official Music Video^
Q: Why do you think that plastic(s) last so long?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep…I’m gonna go there. I mean, I brought up cell-division in the previous whatever turned missive…so…let’s talk about age.
So…someone(s) I know, mentioned something about cell-division, along the lines of…
“you know…the very first organism that ever divided, may in fact, still be creeping around Earth/Terra.”
Kind of a heavy thought, eh? I mean, especially with all of this bullshit about “searching for The God Particle” and all that, not to mention a lot of the stuff surrounding the dividing and divisions within religion(s) and philosophy(s). Talk about some long division. That’s some long motherfucking DIVISIONS there. But let’s digress a bit, and get back to that thought of maybe why plastics are around for so long.
Plastic(s) are made from…
Oil(s) and petroleum(s) are "decayed/decaying organic matter" that is fucking LOADED with bacteria(s).
Welp…that covers that, eh?
So long!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^BODY COUNT – Institutionalized (Official Music Video)^
NOTE:The song above is fucking hilarious. It’s always been hilarious, but this is a remake, and Ice-T did a fucking INCREDIBLE job in remaking it. gj…well played.
OK…so back to Voynich. Are you sure that it reads front to back?
What about back to front?
What about…back to front THEN front to back?
What about back to middle AND front to middle?
What about middle to back AND middle to front?
What about placing the book on it’s cover, as if you were going to read it back to front, but first turned it 90° to the right? 90° to the left?
What if the two missing books contained a marker or markers that pointed to a specific place/page to start?
What if there are MULTIPLE clues, and that the book has to be turned MULTIPLE times and viewed from MULTIPLE angles from MULTIPLE perspectives in order to be able to start to understand this book and why it exists at all.
Meaning, maybe there are MULTIPLE solutions, up to, and including, no solution at all/none to be had. Quite a dynamic planet we have here. Lot’s more than just us here.
Lots to think about there. Lots of people and stuff has surrounded that book for a long time now. The Earth/Terra has spun for a long time during that time. Lots of wheels to consider. Then again, maybe I had it right the first time, and there’s nothing to solve.
Maybe it’s already been solved, and someone is just being tight-lipped about it “for security purposes”.
(lolz)
!!!CONSPIRACY!!!
Mystery = UNSOLVABLE! Loop!
^Sepultura – Refuse/Resist [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
Just thinking, with respect to time, that “bacteria” are fucking everywhere. Our environment is loaded with the shit. We’re loaded with the shit. Our food is loaded with the shit. Our shit is loaded with the shit. This shit is EVERYWHERE!!!
But that gets me to thinking about pretexts and qualifications. Take the following video, for example. There’s a bit in the video where Slash is standing outside of a church, playing his guitar, and he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Even tho my father and many relatives smoked, WE were always taught that people that smoking were fucking idiots and morons. This was confusing. But as a result, we bought into it since we ourselves, as kids, did not smoke.
I mean, we did, but let's stay on topic here.
The point is, that we looked at EVERYONE differently. “A” smoked, and “B” did not. We were encourage to look up to those that did NOT smoke. Which means that when we found out that “B” did in fact smoke, but hid that fact from everyone…We were SHOCKED.
Nope…that’s not it either. Although…that “fine dust” that is spread everywhere and causes festering boils on people and animals does have a “Morgellon’s” kind of ring to it.
Hmmm...sidetracked I have become.
Unexpected this is. Nah…just fucking wit ya. I get sidetracked all the fucking time. Sidetracked is my milieu. So yeah…that wasn’t what I was looking for either…
HOLY FUCK!!!! ROFL and LOLZ!!!
Sorry, I really am laughing my head off here. I was just typing away on that previous thought, when the following song starting playing in my playlist. I started laughing like an idiot, because I had just read that bit in Genesis about Jacob wrestling with God…and suddenly…I realize that I am hearing…
“Take…on…me….”
“Take…me…on…”
lolz
^a-ha – Take On Me (Official Video)^
So yeah…that’s kinda how Synchronicity works. But not really. That’s just a single personal experience, that was convenient enough to share, so I did. To me, synchronicity doesn’t “work”…it is, or it isn’t. It’s personal. It’s always and forever…personal. Some, galactic street sign that you, for whatever reason, needed to see or hear or experience in some way. To qualify it is your job and no one else’s.
Think of it like this…I personally do not know whether there is a God and or God(s) or Demons or Angels or Ghosts or any shit like that. HOWEVER…this planet that I was born on? There are motherfucking SHITLOADS of people that do. There are FUCKTONS of stories through the ages of all of that bullshit and more. So…why discount it?
Don't ask me, I dunno either.
I do know this, the more that I think about the audacity of certain religious groups in their predictions and prophecies and estimations and guesstimations, the angrier I get. Not everyone is a Christian. I know I sure as shit ain’t. The only person that I know of that was ever “Christ-Like”…was Christ.
Food for thought.
And for the record…life, and it’s propensity to continuance, is our first clue. Hells Bells…it’s our ONLY fucking clue. Can’t find clues if you aren’t alive.
The rest…
we just gotta kinda…
make it up as we go.
^Billy Paul – Me And Mrs. Jones^
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My holiday is now over, Dear Reader. I’m back to work tomorrow…
*I wonder if the office was busy, Clicky… /lights up… Apparently teachers didn’t get paid last week… /puffs… Phew! Not down to me…*
… But come back anyway for the second installment of wholesome missiveness from The Okie Devil. And… Have a Song 😀
*Interesting, Clicky, but to be honest I was thinking more about dance…*
two-step (n.) dance style, 1893, from two + step (n.); so called for the time signature of the music (as distinguished from the three-step waltz). But as the positions taken by the dancers involved direct contact, it was highly scandalous in its day and enormously popular.
A certain Division of an Auxiliary gave a dance not long since. I went and looked on. What did they dance? Two-step, two-step and two-step. How did they dance? When we used to waltz, we clasped arms easily, took a nice, respectable position, and danced in a poetry of motion.
Now, girls, how do you two-step? In nine cases out of ten the dear girl reposes her head on the young man’s shoulder, or else their faces press each other. He presses her to his breast as closely as possible, and actually carries her around.
Disgraceful? I should say so. Do you wonder at the ministers preaching on dancing as a sin, when it looks like this to a woman like myself who believes in dancing and has danced all her life? Mothers, as you love your girls, forbid them to dance after this manner. [letter in the ladies’ section of “Locomotive Engineers’ Monthly Journal,” March 1898]
To the Two Step may be accredited, serious injury to the Waltz, awkward and immodest positions assumed in round dancing, also as being a prominent factor in overcrowding the profession and causing a general depression in the business of the legitimate Master of Dancing. [“The Director,” March 1898]
*Oh is that how that’s done… What about the other one?*
*Okay… Are there any dances where the woman leads, Clicky? I’m meant to be leading this missive…*
Traditionally, the male dance partner is the Lead and the female dance partner is the Follow, though this is not always the case, such as in Schottische danced in the Madrid style where women lead and men follow.
*Hmm… I’ll just get on with it…*
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Sup dickheads and non-dickheads?!?!?!?
Roob is driving today.
Yeah...you heard right...RooBeeDoo is driving today. 😉
Outside of this here paragraph, which is being written @ 00:41 CST on Friday August 25th of 2017, Roob is gonna call the shots on this here whatever turned missive.
I mainly thought I would go ahead and write a bit because there is a song that I am listening to that I really like, and I want to share it. But it should also clear my head a bit, and will hopefully let me sit back, shut up, and let her do her thing.
I have no idea what she is planning/thinking about. Only mentioned via a Twitter convo that maybe a new missive is in order/on order, and she expressed an idea that I’ll not mention here. This is exciting!!!
^Ranji – Speed of sound^
I failed with the first paragraph and shutup thing. Was watching YouTube, and they ruined it.
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In… the …hood.
1 hood down…1 hood to go.
You hoods will be good to go after that.
Or maybe you got that hood covered.
^BAIT BIKE IN THE HOOD PRANK^
And not to leave anything undone…let’s travel to…LUNN-DUNN!!!
^BAIT BIKE PRANK in LONDON^
Let’s throw some meat to hungry dogs, and see what they do.
Let’s open a loophole in the law, and see who pours through.
Let’s open a bottle, half for me and some for you.
Let’s kill us a kitten, just to hear its last…mew.
^Phaxe & Morten Granau – Beatless^
Tis now Friday. Like…later Friday.
Meaning, Roob has slept and awoken, and so I have I.
Changes have changed.
This will go wherever it does.
^UnderCover – Chapati^
While we are let’sing, let’s think about electrical impulses. Yeah. Them those ‘lectrical impulses in your brain-sack and body-sack(s) and shit like that.
What’s not kinda fair about these pics? Everyone is different. Which makes me think of something…
Q: What’s fair about doctors?
A: (are you gonna try and tell me...they are all...<gulp>...different?)
I mean, if you have the cash and/or a good enough insurance plan that allows “a second opinion”…and that second opinion turns out to be more favorable…did the doctor give the answer you were looking for? Or did they get it right and the first doctor got it wrong? This assumes a difference in opinion between doctors…which we with experience KNOW … never … fucking … EVAR …happens. 😉
What about the patient? Is their opinion REALLY not important? You doctors wouldn’t have a fucking job of the “patient” didn’t exist…right? Are we really to assume that patients are dumb? Can’t learn? When did doctors cease being teachers? Are you teaching you patients to be dependent on you? Or to depend on you, you, you and only you? Because, we could prolly suddenly make a case for “addictive behaviors and practices” here, not to mention some narcissistic and/or co-dependence, not to mention Borderline Personality Disorder.
Maybe it’s time for “the patient” to treat the doctor(s)?
Lemme give ya hand with that doc.
^Love and Rockets – Mirror People ’88^
So yeah…’lectricity in the body. Someone gets zapped by an excessive amount of this shit…seems like all it wants to do is to get out. Thinking about spin(s) and field generation, maybe that’s how these fields around us get generated. Ya can’t suddenly get all uppity and say that the body is no longer chemical and electrical just because we now know that we have these fields hovering around us 24/7.
So…what are those methods of getting something into the human body?
Since all require absorption, let’s use this opportunity to talk about spin. I’m gonna think speed here, which means we are going to talk about friction, which means we are talking about heat.
Since we are talking about heat…that means we are talking about heat regulation. If we are talking about heat regulation, that means we are going to be talking also about moisture at the same time.
But getting back to heat…that means we are going to be talking about Asbestos, Glycol(s) and Lithium. That’ll get us to salts, crystals/crystalline(s), fiberglass and carbon-fiber kinds of shit, which will get us to think about insulation and…null.
Yep. Null. If we are talking about heat, friction, and spin…we are talking about time. If we are talking about time, that means we are talking about times and timings. That means we must include null and null timings.
Q: How important is time, times, and timing(s) with respect to cell-division?
^Armin van Buuren vs Vini Vici feat. Hilight Tribe – Great Spirit (Extended Mix)^
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Dear Reader, I was going to write a post about the boys’ birthday (went okay) and their GCSE results (got what they wanted), but I’ve actually spent the last couple of days in conversation with Cade, talking about all kinds of shit, from cling film to teleportation Vs time travel, from 20th century history to the weather (specifically hurricanes and tornadoes), and all points in between.
I was thinking I could incorporate some of what we talked about into the missive above…
*Yeah, that was cool…*
*Oh, you’re gonna show it… /squints… O-Kayyy…*
*/slaps head… I meant paper towel…*
*Tread not treat… /sigh… Okay, Clicky that’s enough now…*
*No, enough! That conversation went on for hours…*
*/wrestles dolphin assistant to the ground…*
What about you, Dear Reader? Would you like to hear a Song?
I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.
Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.
Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.
Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.
Shutting up now.
^ABC – A to Z – 1985^
I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.
But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.
That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.
Especially if you don't read it.
What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…
Q: Is everything gonna be OK?
A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.
^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^
I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.
I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.
Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.
There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.
I’m a sentimental fool.
^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^
It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.
It’s a growth market,
and the demand is huge,
leaving loads of room for expansion.
How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?
^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^
Did you watch that video above?
Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.
Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.
Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.
But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.
^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^
It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.
Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?
A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)
^Mr. Oizo – Ham^
And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?
I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…
Q: What was the question in the first place?
A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?
Seems like you may have gotten your answer.
Q: Now what?
A: ¿?¿
😛
^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^
Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.
Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?
^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^
Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?
The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.
Q: Why is change so important?
A: ?¿?
^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^
So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?
Newtonian?
Feynmanian?
Republicanian?
Democratian?
McDonald’sian?
Wal-Martian?
lolz...Wal-Martian...that's funny.
But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamnbutter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.
I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can do it?
Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.
Weird thought for an unemployed dude.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja
Movie = “Mystery Men”
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!
^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^
Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?
NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!
Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.
Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.
(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)
^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^
I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.
You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?
Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.
If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.
lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.
^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^
So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?
The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.
Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.
What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?
I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.
I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.
^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^
I dig your pants baby.
You look fucking GREAT in them.
I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.
Unless you want to.
Whatevz.
I’m easy.
Oh, and I like you too.
If that means anything at all.
Just sayin’.
^KLEENEX – nice^
A manifesto is a hammer.
The signors are the one who will swing it.
I wonder who wrote it?
Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.
Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.
I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.
^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^
If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.
^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^
While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…
Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?
A: ???
There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…
Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?
A: !?!¿!?!
I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILLbeing an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.
If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.
Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.
Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.
Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.
I wonder what that's all about?
Gonna have to move on at some point.
Ghosts will always haunt us.
It’s what they do.
^Gary Numan – Cars^
Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…
…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”
Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.
DAMN!!!
That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.
^Missing Persons – Words^
One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?
There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.
Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.
Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?
A: !!!
You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.
As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.
I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.
(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)
From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?
This energy race is gonna kill as all.
I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.
😉
^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^
OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.
If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?
There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.
I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.
Sound familiar? Ring any bells?
^Blondie – Rapture^
If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.
Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^
There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.
^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^
But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?
I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.
Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?
A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?
Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.
Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.
The “New Living Translation” is actually a really good read if you’ve never tried it. Maybe give some of it a whirl, then go back to your favorite flavor and re-read whatever you just read from the New Living version. I personally like to read side-by-side of different translations…really makes me think about what is being said.
Not that I ever actually “think” or anything.
Or at least, I think I don’t.
I mean…
I think I do don’t think…
if that makes any sense.
^Laid Back – White Horse (Extended Mix) 1983^
White horse…hmmm…white horse….hmmm…I’ve heard that somewhere.
^Armageddon Requests before they leave^
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NOTE TO/FOR YOU ROOB: You prolly want to link this picture because it is huge…3362×2241
I dunno how your blog software works, so the decision how to handle this I leave to you, just wanted to give you a heads up, that I had no intention of this pic being “displayed as normal” since it is so large. Just…a very cool image and I wanted to share.
🙂
*/scratches head… I dunno, Clicky. Can we manage huge?*
*/rolls eyes…*
HUMONGUS MASSIVE PIC THAT IS WELL WORTH THE CLICK!!! (IMNSHO)
Lotta motion in that pic
Motion for all of the materials to come together in their original forms.
Motion for all of the materials to come together to form the location itself.
Motion for all of the people to come together and actually see these result.
Motion for all of the people to come together and start thinking, planning and plotting.
Motion for all of the reason and reasons to come together and how to proceed.
Motion for all of the people to come together to build the foundation and structure.
Motion for all of the materials to come together in their pre-final fabrication forms.
Motion for all of the materials to come together in the final-ish form that we see in the photo.
Motion for all of the people to come together and actually see the result.
Suddenly…
a mirror would prolly be an interesting addition, so that we can ask ourselves a question…
Q: Am I important?
A: Yep. I think so anyway.
But I’m an egotistical asshole.
/me shrugs
^David Bowie – Dead Man Walking^
So yeah…Job. Lotta discussion about Job when I was younger and actually attended church. I later got kicked out of church, so…end of discussion.
But yeah, I was thinking about Job a bit tonight because I was always taught that this, whatever it was, was simply a test of Job’s character. To prove something. I’m sure that it is/was, but there was always these discussions as to “what it actually meant”…this story of Job.
Welp, if I had to sum up what it means to me personally, the story of Job means many things. But what I got to thinking about tonight? Wheeew! It spun my head a bit.
^Rick James – Give It To Me Baby 12 Inch^
So to get right to it…
Q: What do we leave this world with?
A: !!!
According to local legend: we leave this world with nothing…just like we came in. So this got me to thinking a bit about the concept of “the individual”…what that means…and to whom.
EX: I’ve always told my children, that they belong to themselves, and not to me. Yes, you are my child, I am your father, I am not Darth Vader…I digress.
So…Job is well-to-do, loaded with perfect, intelligent, good-looking kids, has a hot wife, a mansion in The Hamptons, owns a successful and thriving business…and suddenly…
POOF!!!
It’s all gone, because Satan was having a bad day or something and needed someone extra-special to kick on. No rhyme, no reason, just plain ol’ meanness because that’s how Satan rolls.
If Satan and God had NOT agreed to allow this…whatever…to transpire…
Q: Would Job have lived happily ever after?
A: ...
Yeah…no answer to go there really, because we really don’t know since that’s not what happened. But what I am thinking about here is…erm…multi-tasking. Multi-purpose, multi-meaning, lasting.
^Frankie Smith – Double Dutch Bus^
Can you IMAGINE… what it would be like, to be God/a god…and have to retire one of your parables because it was no longer relevant or pertinent to a single living thing in the entirety of existence? I mean yeah, they prolly keep a copy of the original manuscript for sentimental reasons…but as far as actively teaching and/or being publicly available? NOPE!!! It’s been pulled. Pulled from circulation. It’s relevancy has become irrelevant.
Ouch.
That would be a toughie.
In my mind it would be anyway.
^Stereo MC s – Connected (Video Clip)^
Job was gonna lose all of his shit at some point. His friends were busy trying to encourage Job to figure out what he had done to piss God off so bad, repent of it, and all would be well. Sounds like modern day mainstream therapy techniques…get it all out, and all will be right with the world.
If I am the cause of all of my ills, and the world is a shit sandwich as a result, and you occupy the same world I do…I think we may have hit a speed bump or wall there. Does it matter how we lose our shit? Or is it the motherfucker(s) that wanna take it and why? I mean, how did you get all that shit in the first place? Where did it come from?
^Club Nouveau – Rumors^
BTW, it’s currently 04:09 in the morning on Saturday August 19th, and I’ve been doing some pondering this evening/this morning so I’m a tad chatty. Went and read some beeswax over at Bolton’s Smokers’ Club, and THAT got my head all kinds of twisted. Not that I had some conversation via Twitter today or anything…but it’s good to talk and think and talk some more. Especially when the conversation is all over the fucking place. It’s still about the conversation and having someone to talk to no matter what you are talking about.
^Rob Base and DJ E Z Rock- Joy and Pain (1988) ***R.I.P. DJ E Z Rock***^
This sentence is here for no particular reason. Just thought you should know.
^Grandmaster Melle Mel – Step Off [Official Video HD]^
Can you imagine what it would be like to be in a commercial aircraft when one of the engines suddenly decided to come off? More than that, can you imagine what a dangling engine would do to the aircraft if considerations were not made to accommodate and even facilitate engine separation under certain circumstances?
Let’s use our imagination.
^Aircraft Store Separation Incidents^
That book called 1984 has been kinda popular as of late for quotes and bits of pertinent wisdom. But as far as I know, 1984 has always been popular, so why this upsurge in 1984 all of a sudden like?
Welp…maybe it’s not real sudden. Maybe you are just paying attention to different things. Maybe your lair of tranquility has been infiltrated by subversive interlopers bent on poisoning your mind, and you REALLY need to formulate a plan as to how to rid yourself and the world of this den of snakes. There will always be bias…can’t escape it. I mean, yeah…you can, but it takes a lot of work to do so.
To escape bias, you’ll have to do the hardest work there is…nothing. Doing nothing is damn near impossible in most instances. Were it not so, mediation would prolly be done a lot more. But that gets me to thinking about Winston, the main character in 1984.
Footnote: My dad smoke Winston cigarettes.
^The O’Jays – For The Love of Money (Audio)^
Let’s compare some musics here real quick like.
^afrika bambaataa- looking for the perfect beat^
^Fireball XL5 Full Theme Song With Lyrics^
“In their time”…they would be considered groundbreaking and definitive. But looking backwards, both are pretty sloppy and kinda thrown together sounding.
Lotta tinkering and stumbling around, that are in various states of polished sound. Yeah, the both have hooks…but both are also kinda devoid of hooks. To me they are anyway. The both rely heavily on “getting there”…which is to say, the objective of the song itself seems to be getting through and to the end.
They both rely heavily on some base musical structures to get where they are going since there is not much in the way of definitive hooks, so they rely on refrains, bridges and breaks. Kinda blocky. Almost like building a wall or foundation. But that’s kinda what it’s like to be stumbling around with music. You take what you know and mix it with what you don’t know…all thanks to others…and run with it from there.
^Din Daa Daa (Original 12″ Version) – George Kranz^
Are you thinking about the concept of how new you are? How unique you are?
Welp, you are. Just keep in mind how you got that way. That may help you with staying that way. Or you could rage at the concept of your duality, rip your skin off as you roar to The Universe, and go beat the living fuck out of complete strangers to show them who’s boss. Sounds like a solid plan. Should work out well. For you anyway.
For a while.
^Space age arrives: American Newsreel (1957) – english^
Just thinking that even if you are saying the same thing over and over again? You are still pumping data into someone’s head. Or is that really where it goes? Just because it seems to go in through the head, doesn’t mean that it stays there….but I digress.
Do whatever in the fuck you want…I can’t stop you nor is it my job to do so.
^TALK TALK – It’s My Life (HQ 12″ Vinyl Version Sound,HD,Lyrics)^
It’s now Sunday afternoon @ 12:27. I stopped writing…because…because…I did.
I watched a bit of an episode of some show called “Pointless” last night.
Somehow, this show has appeared in my personal reticle.
Not that anyone will know the importance of a single word in the previous sentence, but it’s there.
The show is only on in The UK, so I’ll prolly never watch it again.
^Tone loc – funky cold medina^
I had some more thoughts on Job and Winston, but I guess I’ll need to stew on them for a bit longer because nothing is coming to mind. Nothing specific anyway. Which is weird because I’ve had some very specific thoughts about both Job and Winston, as well as the books these characters originated from, but I can’t remember what they are right now. I can feel them flying around up in there…or…wherever they are…but nothing is coming to mind currently.
I have been thinking about jealousy, conceit, deceit and coveting a lot lately. Well, the concepts of these premises anyway. Not like “in practice” or practical applications or whatever. But is it what we talk/think about that is important? Or that we are talking/thinking? Or both/all. I kinda prefer that last option, but then again, I’m greedy like that.
Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
Dear Reader, I’m not gonna fuck about with a witty title today – it’s been that kind of day…
I was 15 minutes late for work this morning having got stuck in traffic, in a narrow side street, behind a skip swap…
*No, Clicky, skip swap. More than one skip… And it was not that fast…*
Once I arrived at work, I had to wait a fucking age for a lift because only 3 were working…
*No, I work on the 8th floor… that 16 flights of stairs, Clicky… You take the fucking stairs…*
Once in the office I set my PC up, made a coffee and started preparing for a day of A Level excitement when…
… An emergency fire drill. So, I filed all the way downstairs with several hundred colleagues. It had been overcast all morning but now it had decided to rain…
*Well, that’s as maybe Clicky, but I then you didn’t have to walk up 16 fucking flights of stairs afterwards because several hundred people, trying to get into the 3 working lifts, meant an incredibly long wait…/sigh…*
Anyhoo… It’s just been one of those days, so please enjoy the following missive from Cade, the Okie Devil in Texas. It’s his 72nd, but I guess you kinda know that already…
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If I had a nickel for every time that I said …”if I had a nickel for every time”… I’d have a surplus of deficits…of nickels…and surpluses and deficits of them.
Or something.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Melvins – Revolve (Music Video)^
Apologies for skipping the typical greetings and jumping to straight to the social graces of being apologetic for lack of social graces in the greeting department…but I have things on my mind. Things…like…black holes.
Q: When we are beyond the calculable, what is the standard currency for calculation?
A: ?¿HuH¿?
I guess this is why space travel is such a mystery to me. If observation is not the point of exploration, and elimination of mystery is the point of exploration…what’s the point?
Seems to me that it becomes an exercise in what went right.
Meaning...we are obsessed with being correct.
Yeah, this week, I’ve been watching some stuff I’ve already seen about space travel, but what best sums up the thoughts I’m trying to express here is a documentary about Australia. Primarily because I’ve been thinking a great deal about rocks and motion as it pertains to inter-dimensional overlap.
What in the FUCK is "interdimensional overlap"...you might ask?
Welp…the existence of the micro within the macro is gonna be the first thought.
Think of an atom that is here on Earth/Terra, embedded in some rock…but this atom is actually entangled with/connected to something outside of our solar system. It’s just sitting here chillin’ for a while before moving on.
^The Secrets of the Ordovician Age – Documentary^
Lotta red and orange sand, soils and clay in Australia. Which is weird, because there a lots of red sand, soils and clay in Texas and Oklahoma. I wonder if there is a connection there? I dunno…got me to thinking about stalactites and stalagmites, and more vertical pushes and pulls of gravity/gravities as it relates to subduction.
Yeah...more straight up and down over time over times.
Our planet does seem to spin. It even wobbles. And what is up at noon, is down 12 hours later, and back to up 12 hours after that…
so…yeah…
…lateral gravity waves that can be as finite as a single atom pushing here and pulling there, in more comprehensible/acceptable timelines. Not that I think you strive to commercialize everything. But you will publish your findings will you not?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Yeah…thinking that continents appearing and disappearing may have more to do with more than just rising/falling sea levels and plate tectonics. Lotta changes have happened over the last 12,500 years, and all of those changes are unique.
Maybe if you think along the lines of gasses within solids and/or fluidic solids, like frozen methane in seawater, the soup within our planet will make more sense as to why it’s prolly not what we think it is. Not all the time anyway.
^Deep Forest – Deep Forest Sweet Lullaby official video^
So yeah…black holes of the micro variety. If these are in fact destroyed at the moment of creation by these high-energy machines, how can you be sure that they actually originated here?
Therefore, how can you be sure that they are able to be destroyed OR created?
Maybe they are able to be moved…but can be neither created nor destroyed. They can be summoned…if you will.
I know, I know…you don’t like that thought AT FUCKING ALL!!!
Welp…what makes you think that I do? Cause I can assure you, I don’t. I like it even less when I think about where I’m going next.
Q: Is it possible for a micro black hole to become entangled with a human or other life form?
A: ...
Yeah…I wonder about “the storms” and “the storms within storms” as it relates to the more casual participant. If you think “chromium in water”… here, maybe this, erm, unfortunate participant, won’t seem like such a stretch.
^Led Zeppelin – Four Sticks (1972 Bombay Sessions)^
So what's this business all about?
Welp…light more than anything. Along with gamma rays. So yeah, it’s kinda about speed(s) and how these pertain to wormholes of various kinds. So, yeah, novae…and maybe they aren’t what we think they are. I mean, the best way to extinguish a fire is via detonation, but this does not use up available fuel…let alone all of it. As a matter of fact, this tends to preserve energy/fuel(s) more than anything.
So thinking contextually about a single microscopic singularity that consisted of everything in a single point just prior to the big bang … um…
Q: Where were you?
A: !!!
Contextually, you were more when than where. BUT you were still where, so contextually… how small was this microscopic singularity? I mean, if you were able to view it then from whereyou were then– when then was then – how small was it?
What I am stumbling around is this notion of the creation of a machine that allows for time-travel more along the lines of how we currently view it.
Meaning...past is past, present is present, future is future.
But you make a lot of assumptions about time there. Especially as time relates to matter.
EX: We’re gonna count to one(1). But this one(1)/this particular one(1), yeah, it’s going to take us a while to count it. That’s because this particular one(1) is going to be a measure of distance from one side of The Universe to the other. Trillions of trillions of years are going to elapse elsewhere, all while we ourselves travel from zero to one.
^Robert Plant | ‘Big Log’ | Official Music Video^
I guess I’m seeing some things that maybe science doesn’t want to see, because they assume that these things are prohibitive or inhibiting.
Welp…as much as government is in bed with science, we’re going to have to bring up self-restraint here since you are going to be contradictory with your application(s) of what is acceptable, and when via who. Prolly why there is such a desire to segment and separate. It opens new pathways of exploration of the same goddamn premises and concepts via different modes and mediums.
Sorry…but that dog don’t hunt. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. I don’t expect you to have answers for me personally, but I get the feeling that you are gonna have a shitload of them for me at some point, whether I want them or not.
^DOPE LEMON – Honey Bones^
Can’t help where or when or what you were born…but you can. And if you can help yourself get to wherever it is that you want to go…then…maybe I can help.
Just because someone is trying to rationalize something familiar, using modes and methods that are less familiar, doesn’t make it different.
But yeah...it does.
Afterall, it isn’t you…you’re just along for the ride. May I suggest shock-troops and water cannons? It’s the only way. Well…according to your own system and methods it appears to be the only way…so…what are you waiting for? Burn it all. That’s what you designed this shit for.
Good thinking.
^Good Morning – Warned You^
We all wanna be right, then kick up our feet and just sit around being right. Leaves plenty of time for telling everyone else how wrong they are, and then everyone and everything will be alright.
^Ruby Haunt – Honey^
I’ve been watching the following video/listening to this song repeatedly over the last week, and it got me to thinking about the movie The King’s Speech.
Why?
Welp…making a deficit an asset. I mean, the girl has a mouth full of braces…which HAS to be painful and/or uncomfortable enough without moving your mouth/jaw, let alone trying to sing. BUT…you got this fire in you to sing. So…you adapt. It’s amazing where creativity comes from sometimes.
^Suburban Lawns — Janitor^
This gets me to thinking about wheels a bit. More along the lines of cogs. Which has me to thinking about acne.
Yep...acne.
Especially in people that are growing/changing. I mean, have you really thought about what it takes to facilitate this change/these changes, or is everything blemish and blight?
Prolly much more to growing pains than just or simply…growing pains. Throw shaving in there, and this is prolly gonna help explain this “swelling” process that so many seem to encounter around and between the ages of 20-25 or so.
Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.
Movie = Grosse Pointe Blank
The first time she said that last line, the first time I saw that movie…it really stuck with me. The more I thought about it, and associated that “swelling” thought with my own troubles and travails…it really started to resonate.
At some point, the body is going to rebel. It’s going to start to wonder aloud, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?” with respect to repetitive injury/injuries. Especially when the “healing modes and methods” are triggered within us, and shortly after, they are stymied (think aftershaves, lotions, chemicals, etc.).
I mean, I don’t use soap(s) hardly at all anymore, and yes, I realize that I prolly don’t smell like apple blossoms and/or fragrant spring orchids and/or worn leather…but am I supposed to? I read the back of the Head & Shoulders bottle, while I was taking a shit the other day…and it got me to wondering why my body is devoid of these chemicals if I need them so badly.
Sorry…but anything that you take away from me, I am going to spite you for it. Knowledge and wisdom are where they are, when they are. Take that ability from me, and yes, I will hate you for it.
If it has fallen to you, for whatever reason, to pass along what you have learned, how does one do that?
Snot as easy as it may sound.
Gonna be all kinds of people lined up to tell you how to proceed, what to do, how to do it, guidelines, rules, regulations, methods… blah, blah, motherfucking blah.
“And he put the wood in order, and cut the bullock in pieces, and laid him on the wood, and said, Fill four barrels with water, and pour it on the burnt sacrifice, and on the wood.”
Prolly some other stuff going on there, eh? How else do you learn? But I’m thinking of the need for some to find their own way. There’s still gonna be a shitload of hand-holding going on there at times. Some crazy fuck may even have you completely and totally convinced that they are indeed holding your hand…but you are actually operating on your own, with no assistance whatsoever. Might make it easier to deal with watching you stumble and fall when and if you do.
What am I talking about here? Simple…ones and zeros…same as always. Ones and zeros are ridiculously fucking dynamic, and sometimes not so much. That said, I still think that there are no answers to be had. ESPECIALLY when you come to me with a motherfucking SHITLOAD of answers you’ve already found, and these answers are only eclipsed in number by the FUCKTON of questions that you still have.
I mean...what did you expect these answers to do for you?
If you want to kick your feet up and chill, buy a goddamn footstool and chair, and kick your fucking feet up and chill.
Mystery = SOLVED! Chill!
^Filter- Hey man nice shot^
Back to black holes…I think that maybe these pathways that allow light to travel further and faster than we think, are prolly overlooked for ease of what we CAN see. But I think that diffusion, contextually, is gonna kick us in the ass in the long run there. There is no long path, nor short path, just…the path that is there.
I still don’t know what I have to offer, other than maybe some crazy theories that may make some fodder for science fiction stories. But it’s the machinery that really baffles me. Like this short vid that I saw this week that shows a robot struggling with a box, then eventually dropping the box, knocking a bunch of shit over in the process, then falling down and busting it’s own ass. You robot designers seem to have the technique down pat.
But for what reason?
What are you really looking for? And don’t give me this bullshit about replacing lost limbs on war vets and/or eliminating future war injuries by replacing human soldiers with robots. This is about power and powers. All kinds of powers and energies. Not trying to piss on your parade, but do you care that you are pissing on mine?
Just askin'.
^Melissa Etheridge – I’m The Only One (Music Video)^
Meh…
…ain’t no heart like a broken heart.
I gots no answers.
^Robert Plant | ‘In the Mood’ | Official Music Video^
“And the ass saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive.”
Welp…give The Book of Numbers a whirl. It’s actually a damn interesting read if you think about all those people as individuals. Maybe try to associate these people with a sister, brother, father, mother, aunt, uncle of your own…then think about these people as…glup…people.
Yeah…they all dressed like Druid Hippies, who were tripping balls on acid and had no Hendrix or Jopplin to listen to…but they prolly had their own crazy music to listen to…so you can prolly still relate.
I’m a lazy fuck, too, and would prefer to have everything handed to me and be done with it. But it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Based on my experience, it hasn’t worked out that way for anyone else either, but I tend to be an optimist like that. Yeah…I consider that optimism. And not in a “misery loves company” kind of way either. I just see some things on the horizon that are going to make cancer and cancer-related ailments seem like a 24 hour virus by comparison. And that’s not to diminish anyone with cancer, nor their suffering.
But this romance with immortality is gonna bust some asses whether you like it or not. Have you ever really considered immortality outside of the relief of your immediate fear of death and the unknown(s) that follow it? Yeah…I get the feeling that “the gods”…assuming they even exist…are in bondage 24/7, and they will be in that bondage forever.
Might wanna give time and times over time a thought or two there as you ponder the thought of being God or being a god. Whether or not they are real, the concept is real enough…
Therefore "if" gods exist is perhaps the wrong question to ponder.
But “when” they exist… if you can answer “when” they exist, “where” they exist is gonna get real goddamn pertinent all of a sudden like (lolz).
So yeah...um...where were we? (rofl)
^Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version)^
X: Hi
Cade: Oh…hello there.
X: I didn’t think you were gonna let me talk in this one.
Cade: I din’t either. But it seemed…
X: Pertinent?
Cade: lolz…yeah…that.
X: …
^W.A.S.P. – Wild Child^
Prolly have kind of a pissy attitude in this whatever, and I apologize for that. My hands are fucking killing me. I can’t touch anything without them starting to bleed, and as a result, I ain’t been doing much. I had to wipe down a bag of chips, the chip clip andthe entire counter two days ago because I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding so bad until I noticed my spoon was covered in blood.
You kinda-sorta get used to the pain, and even the tearing pain becomes ignorable at many points…
even tho it hurts like a motherfucker
…but it comes and goes, and you never know when you may be bleeding without realizing it when you focus on ignoring the pain.
I was just looking at my thumbs, and if I had to give thumbprints, there wouldn’t be any. Just a few long lines where the skin is tearing, surrounded by large flat round areas that completely cover/obscure all of the ridges and whorls that are normally there. Almost like they are covered with tape…cept they are covered with callouses. Nevermind the morse-code looking bumps and lines on the thumbnails.
But yeah…it has had me thinking about ergonomics and motion quite a bit. Not that I know anyone who is working a new job that they are still acclimating to or anything, and notthat I am thinking about them and their changes/adaptations or anything.
But yeah, I am.
^The Guess Who – No Time^
Been holding my hands under hot water quite a bit. And I mean hot as in hot as FUCK hot until I can’t stand it anymore, which is usually quite a bit/takes quite a while.
As my hands begin to warm, I noticed that a lot of these “itches I cannot scratch” kinda rear their heads, but the heat helps with it. The pressure of, and the pulling of, the skin, is the worst part. It makes me wonder what in the FUCK is going on underneath with all of the connective tissues. Not like there is a goddamn tug-of-war going on there with my fingers pointing every goddamn direction and then some…but they are, and they do.
Nothing I can do about it tho.
Both index fingers are pulling so fucking hard and far to the left, that they put a shitload of strain on my thumbs. The middle fingers pull opposite to the index fingers, which causes the ring fingers to pull opposite of the middle fingers. It makes the middle and ring fingers look as if they are whispering to each other or gossiping…plotting.
lolz...seriously.
Looks like they are trying to work out how best to abandon ship at some point. But my toes do the same thing. It’s funny sometimes as I work on my feet placement and posture, it looks as tho the toes are talking to each other at various times and passing along messages. But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, in fact, that’s what toes do…right? Pass messages back and forth? Why wouldn’t the fingers do similar or the same? They are all connected after all.
^The Outfield – Your Love^
Ever been somewhere new, and wondered how you fit in?
Wondered how you can fit in?
Too slow…too fast…too right…too wrong.
(le sigh)
^Mountain – Mississippi Queen^
Better to have blah'd and blah'd, than to never have blah'd at all.
^Alannah Myles – Black Velvet^
I get the feeling that statues are not the target.
Maybe just…convenient.
Possibly even, that these statues are not armed, they pose no real threat.
(lolz)
“I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums” – Stephen Wright
^Confederate Song – I Wish I Was In Dixie Land (with lyrics)^
I guess I see shit as taking a lot more time to come together/manifest than simply building a machine and making assumptions about the machine/machinery itself, and what it does. Leaves out a lot of shit, like what this machine doesn’t do. Not to mention what it does that cannot be perceived, and how long this machine and it’s components will continue to do whatever it is doing/has done/keeps doing.
That doesn’t mean that I am suggesting that things cannot be done better. But omitting the possibility that some things should not be done at all does concern me. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught, but you’ve already been caught…otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to hide or obscure whatever it is that you are doing. That tends to make getting caught the second time, third time, etc., just that much more profound.
^B-2 drops 80 JDAMs^
Yeah…it’s an “old” video, but this old shit is still lurking; it ain’t going anywhere, and it never was gonna go anywhere.
So what's the point?
Afraid someone is gonna try and convert you if you don’t blow their ass to dust first? I can see why not dealing with things on certain terms, that don’t appeal to you, can cause you to seek other modes, methods and means. But it seems to me that by negating them, you are simultaneously negating yourself andyour efforts.
Unless you can find a new enemy to replace them with once they are eliminated.
But that presumes that there was only one enemy on that list in the first place. So yeah…it’s not about who’s first…it’s about who’s next.
Have fun.
^David Bowie – I’m Deranged (With Lyrics)^
So…I’ve not looked it up, but that Feynman shit did get me to thinking a bit. Especially the similarities via that one Feynman diagram that caused me to see some other crazy shit, which in turn caused me to attempt to express it a bit through/via some shitty drawings of my own. Without a like interest or like interests tho, I’ve no real interest myself.
Meaning, without someone to talk to about them, yeah...fuck that noise.
It’s taken me decades to get a lot of that shit pushed to the back of my mind. No kindred spirit to talk to about this shit makes it pretty much not much fun when you DOwind up talking about it to someone else. Especially if they do not have specific questions. I could fill volumes of notebooks writing about shit that I’ve seen and see…but no one cares/no one will read it…so…why bother?
Looks like New Orleans may be out. 
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Hyde teh hookses...fishez si smartzer den u tinx dey iz be.
Cantz gets no nibbullz on no lewurez wif hookz been vizabull.
Cantz gets no fishez wif no nibbuls.
Cantz gets no foodz a(n)/door no moniez wif no fishez.
Needz mo'betta hookzes.
Now...where, did we leave off? 
This sentence is here for no particular reason. Just thought you should know.
So what's this business all about?
Library of Libraries 