“Come on!” Thoughtful Man called out to me as he struggled to attach collar and lead onto Poppy the dog. She wasn’t making it easy for him: tail wagging, tongue flapping and spinning in a circle with delight at the prospect of walkies. “You don’t half drag your feet!”
I was dragging my feet as we were off to vote, and I still hadn’t made up my mind who to vote for. None of the political parties were particularly appealing this time round, and the only independent candidate had turned out to be a a bit of a tosser when elected to local government. You wanna bet I was dragging my feet.
“Do I have to vote?” I said joining Thoughtful Man and the frisky pup at the front door.
“Yes. Women suffered and died to give you the vote.”
“Ah, there’s nothing like a bit of guilt from the past for motivation, is there?” I sighed as we set off, dragged along in Poppy’s wake.
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“I wonder if you can tell me what’s special about this room?” the MP escort asked as he opened the door to a cupboard with a flourish.
We were standing in The Crypt, having already visited the Lords and stood behind the Despatch Box in the Commons, marveling at the smallness of the chambers on a trip to the Palace of Westminster that my Boss had arranged as a Christmas gift. MP escort, his latest intern and I squeezed in and stood there amongst the brooms, mops, buckets and cleaning products, piled inside.
“I’ll have to close the door and turn on the light,” he said with a wink.
What I did in the voting booth, and who I did or didn’t vote for, is nobody’s business but my own…
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Thoughtful Man had just gone back to bed for a daytime snooze when Poppy started yapping loudly and pawing at the front door. The shadow on other side belonged to a friendly postie. He was holding out a brown cardboard box, addressed and sealed. I took it, thanked him and closed the door.
“Who’s that?” Thoughtful Man called gruffly from upstairs.
I squealed with delight. “Postman. We’ve got a care package from Poppy Sweet Pea!”
A few weeks ago, Leggy sent me copy of the latest novel out from Leg Iron Books to copy edit…
Two loners, an internet connection, a forbidden friendship. No good can come of this.
Two troubled and lonely people meet online and start an email friendship. She’s a schoolgirl and street-wise, so she thinks. He’s an older man, a social misfit, already known to the police, a marked man.
No danger, as yet – but he’s a fantasist and she’s a girl who breaks rules.
As events unfold in their lives, the balance of power shifts between them, the pace quickens, their fates are sealed. Fantasies do not survive reality.
I have to say, it’s a great read that had me shouting at the characters…
*Margot really draws you into their lives, Clicky… You feel for them…*
*/Squints… Oh, you’re referring to the title of the post… I saw that but decided to leave it…*
Below is a super-smashing-lovely-great missive from Cade… Enjoy! ❤
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I would jump right in here…but I’ve already gotten started.
So…opportunity = MISSED!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^FOETUS ART TERRORISM-CATASTROPHE CRUNCH^
Hmmm…
words, words words…
hMMM…
NOTE: A certain Judas Priest song may or may not be appropriate below, therefore, it may or may not appear below. I dunno. I haven't gotten there yet.
“Rather, the pirate movement grew out of a Swedish court case centered on the Pirate Bay website and whether it was breaking the law by sharing TV and music.”
^Against The Time & Victor Enzo – Malta (Original Mix) [Devotion Records]^
Breaking “THE” law. “THE” law. Sounds to me like someone was breaking “A” law, and not “THE” law. Looks like we’re gonna have to talk about cry-me’s & missed-demeanors.
So yeah…poverty.
So yeah…wealth.
So yeah…abundance and overages and underages.
So yeah…Economics.
o yeah…law & laws.
So yeah…interpretive sciences and interpolative teaching.
^No Mana – Back Alley Time Machine^
Prolly shouldn’t be thinking such things, eh? Not only am I completely and totally unqualified to think nor comment about any of this…all this shit is already worked out by my betters…right? Now all we gotta do is find the wicked and punish them accordingly? Build a funnel…and…
*SHOCK!!!*GASP!!!*ARGH!!!*
…it funnels stuff. Maybe even the stuff it was designed to funnel. I wonder what else it’ll funnel? I wonder what else we can funnel with a better and/or different funnel?
NEXT TIME!!! ON…AMAZING DISCOVERIES!!!
Funnels.
They lead somewhere.
^Charlotte de Witte – Voices Of The Ancient (Original Mix)^
Is it not clear by now, that no matter how big you want it to be, that it is possible? I wonder if those who find themselves in the position to ask the question “how big can we get” ever stops to consider…”is it possible that I may not pursue this possibility irrespective of reason?” I guess it’s possible.
That said, is failure really the opposing force to success here? You are building bigger and bigger, and more and more of it, and don’t realize the calamity and collapse happening all around you?
You aren’t building an escape vehicle.
You are creating the conditions that require one.
You are simultaneously ensuring that it’s success and successes will be so temporary that your continued efforts will ensure it’s own demise. When the tower ceases its efforts to collapse, the the tower’s surroundings will be required to pick up that slack.
Enjoy your island.
^Mario Piu aka DJ Arabesque – The Vision (Original Mix)^
All that said, maybe this business to build a city on Mars will have the effect of inspiring people here to take better care of each other. That’s a message I get anyway. Primarily off of the same concept that I espoused above, which is building in one area causing calamity in another, and being mindful of such effects and their potential…not dismissive. If we can’t get along here, we ain’t gonna get along there.
But my thinking in that is that we do get along just fine here. If happy news and/or good news is such a downer with respect to news, then explain the success of the fun stuff on The Internet? Sure, a lot of the streams have been monetized and monitorized, and there has been some changes and changing with respect to content….but you ain’t gotta frequent it nor consume it. Go somewhere else to get your happy on.
Can’t find it? Create it. Yeah…create it your own damn self. It’s no wonder that things don’t make sense when we travel abroad. Get all of our news from one place, that’s what you are gonna see. Not gonna tell you that you need to broaden your focus, but maybe I’ll mention to be mindful of those times when it gets widened for us.
^Dj Tomcraft – Loneliness (Club Remix)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the "I")
^MARRS – Pump Up The Volume 12” (1987)^
*/cough...*
*/cough...*
So let’s assume…that you are The Creator. You are going to count from zero(0) to ten(10) for the very first time.
Q: What number(s) would be/would potentially be, the scariest, and why?
A: ???
^No Mana – Nine^
Gotta loop back through zero(0) to get to ten(10). That means, that zero(0) becomes zeros(00), and back through one(1) in order to get to ten.
See some dimensional rifts there yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Q: What are we omitting?
A: Everything else.
Am I suggesting that a/the “Supreme Being” had to count from zero to ten at some point? Welp, reality wouldn’t exist as it does had they not. Conceptualization without realization is…dreamy.
^No Mana – The Process^
I’m making this shit up as I go. Freeballing…if you will. Scholars and Theologians and Thinkers of all kinds have been pondering this shit forever. So, what’s the big fucking deal about some vagrant redneck Okie from Texas pondering this shit as well? We’re all vagrants at some point in our lives. We just hook up with who and whatever we hook up with, whenever we hook up with it and them. I guess once you put the hat on, you can’t take it off. Must be cursed or something.
Now what possible path could lead to a curse? I musta missed an off-ramp or detour or something. Goddamn GPS!!!
^LIPPS INC Funkytown (Original 12″ Version)^
Challenge: You only think about yourself.
Response: Who else should I be thinking of?
(emphasis on the )
^Stupid Human – Swamp Funk^
Just trying to point out, that if the idea of The Creator attempting their first count to ten is such an absurd concept to you, maybe you should take a few steps backwards through a few lines of your own code and rethink.
That’s a good question actually. Been wondering that myself. Don’t have reason to wonder about this…I just am wondering about it. Looked up a particular something on Google… “epidermis cannot shed skin properly” (w/o the quotes)…and the above is what I found. Lotta mentions as to localized topical types of thinking.
Q: What about the other side?
A: Say WUT?!?!?
If something appears on your skin, what makes you assume that the manifestation in question is local or localized? If this is the manifestation and/or result, isn’t it safe to assume that the journey to where you find yourself actually started somewhere else. Too broad? OK…I’ll narrow.
Q: What if you get a piece of metal or some other foreign body in your foot, but it comes out through your shin, or knee, or thigh?
A: ???
I guess if skin were rigid but flexible, and tensile as well as tactile in a fluidic body, maybe that wouldn’t be such a stretch, eh? But when thinking of irritations and/or infections, if a body cannot deal with something “here”…why is it so hard to believe that a body would not try and relocate said irritation elsewhere? Maybe there is some logic above and beyond that movement of said irritant elsewhere. Maybe a body can learn something about that whatever it is and it’s particulars on the way. Just sayin’.
^Donna Summer I Feel Love Original 8 minute 12″ version 1977^
Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong.
An alien civilization, which is more advanced than ours with respect to space travel, has a policy of non-involvement whenever new planets are discovered that contain life, irrespective of any additional qualifications and or monikers.
Irrespective of their ability to travel throughout The Universe exploring…
Q: Doesn’t this policy, by definition, negate itself?
A: Yep...I'm right back to the concept inclusion for exclusion/exclusion via inclusion.
And while I’ve pondered the concept of “we are all in the same big Universe, so why exclude”…my thinking is more along the lines of …erm…”leaving home at home.” Meaning that if we travel out into space, why take a heaping shitload of predefined qualifications for what to do under certain situations encountered.
Experience? What if you are well traveled and well versed in these travels, and have discovered that approaching exploration into unknown realms ceases to be exploration when an agenda is in hand. It makes far too many assumptions about life. as it exists, contextually. Oddly enough, my thinking about these concepts are more related to A.I. and our battles with the concept than they are about life in The Universe discovered via space exploration of any type. Yeah…that includes local based remote research. But then again…regarding A.I., yeah…I’m assuming that “it” already existed long before “we” got here. We’re just maybe…knocking some dust off of it and/or rousing it.
^Blue Man Group – I Feel Love^
So I guess with that out of the way in a more in the way type of fashion, I guess we can talk about dimensionality as it relates to commonality. A contextual commonality. Maybe that’ll help us travelers of all kinds, and that’ll help us be a little less freaked out about the concept of when they are from and/or where they are from.
My starting concept was the notion of a chance visitation that resulted in my being invited on a 10,000 year journey out into space that will cover most of the known Universe as we currently know it, with my hosts teaching me a great many things along the way to later bring back to Earth/Terra and share. So while you are peering 10,000 years into the future, and eyeballing the year 12017 CE/AD 12017, and thinking…
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! WE’LL ALL BE DEAD!!! HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP US?!?!?”
…Let’s leave Einstein and Sagan out of this. Trust a bit…then maybe we can get this show on the road…k?
“Most scientists, including Wright and Boyajian, don’t think it’s very likely that there is an alien civilization building planet-size structures around one of their stars.”
A canvasing of “most scientists” of what they think or don’t think. No wonder surveys exist, and tend to exist in the way that they do eh? I mean, you send a fill-in-the-blank type of survey to a certain select group of people, and no telling what kind of answers you are going to get. Nevermind the resources it will take for someone to have to read and make sense of whatever bullshit is returned. Much simpler to travel the…
Q: Do you think aliens build planet-sized structures?
A: Yes/No (circle only one)
I know aliens have built a shitload of planet-sized structures here in the USA, but I digress.
“They think that something like a swarm of colliding comets around the star could make the most sense.”
Comet Swarms. Must be mating season around KIC 8462852. K…inertially, I’m gonna leave e-motion out of this, but if I had to guess how many comets are in this swarm, I C 2,582,648.
“But the star’s behavior continues to be very unusual to the point that most potential explanations can’t really be ruled out, including some very industrious aliens.”
Out ruling…on Earth/Terra? That’s how we role. Ruling by ruling out. We roll there and role there and roll there.
“There have already been some efforts to check KIC 8462852 for alien signals that could come from an intelligent civilization, and that search has returned nothing so far.”
Nothing…so…far. I dunno bout choo, but a star “located some 1,400 light-years away” sounds pretty far to me. I mean hell’s bells…and don’t wanna sound bitter here…but I don’t have the means to travel 14 miles to a job in an acceptable time frame in a reliable and affordable mode of transportation. BUT! I do have the ability to traverse 1,400 light years via The Internet so I can ponder what other life might be doing with their time elsewhere in The Universe…so…there’s that.
^Björk ‘Notget VR’^
One final story I’ll reference regarding the above bullshit…
I’ll reference the last line in the article, and catch you on the flipside…
“Hopefully, Mr Bigelow’s views will not hamper any of his company’s efforts in these areas.”
Yep…gotta survey these human types so we can single them out and shitcan em’. Can’t successful people thinking unpopular shit. Leave the crazy to the unsuccessful, that way, it’s easier to banish the successful who get out of line, and send them back to the social ghetto.
I guess honesty isn’t such a popular trait to possess afterall, eh?
^Telex – Moskow Diskow (1979)^
That’ll get us to a joke that just sprung to mind…
At a weekly church meeting, “The Call To Invitation” portion of the service came round, and a man stepped forward to publically confess his sins…
Pastor: TELL IT LIKE IT IS BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have drunk strong drink
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have cheated on my taxes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have coveted my neighbor’s property and have been envious of their successes.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: I have done many things that I am ashamed of.
Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!
Sinner: Just last night, I had sex with a goat.
Pastor: I DON’T BELIEVE I WOULDA TOLD THAT ONE BROTHER!!!
^Laser – Laser (1981)^
It is flat?
Is it round?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you lost?
Are you found?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Are you insane?
Are you sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it mountain?
Is it mound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it quiet?
Is it sound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollar?
Is it pound?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is it dollars?
Is it pounds?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
Is he saint?
Is he clown?
Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down. /me shrugs
^Vicious Pink – 8.15 To Nowhere, original version HD^
When “he” becomes “it”….”it” becomes “shit.”
Where is your personal emphasis regarding the above?
It?
Sh?
He?
She?
I?
Not that I really care about your personal emphasis…just…food for thought or something.
^Flight of the Bumblebee (all open strings)^
It’s already Friday @ 11:20, been up since 05:30 this morning after going to bed @ 02:00, and I guess it’s time to move on to the weekend. Not been sleeping well at all the last coupla weeks. Not eating much either. But I’m a fatass so…could prolly stand to lose a few…hundred pounds or tons or so. Been dreaming almost constantly when I sleep. Prolly why I’m not sleeping much. I wonder how much sleep we can stand to lose? I guess it depends on what it’s over?
^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Descent Into The Inferno (with lyrics)^
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I hope you enjoyed this shambolic missive, Dear Reader. I started formatting last evening but decided to wait until today before finishing this bit at the end and posting. This morning, Thoughtful Man and I have been in the garden, mowing the grass…
*Hard work, Clicky, but infinitely preferable to mowing down people…*
Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…
My Critic
My Defender
My Employer
The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?
Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^
How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?
And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.
That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.
EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.
The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.
Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.
Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.
Are we looking for:
A: similarities?
B: Sameness?
C: Differences?
D: All of the above?
E: All of the above above?
That’s just my thinking tho.
Meh.
Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.
Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?
^The Smiths – These things take time^
It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.
Yeah…
Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.
"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz
Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:
A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and
B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.
Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.
Freedom knows nor understands no concept such as itself without bondage. Maybe it's time that "Newtonian" is freed from science's shackles.
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 31, 2017
But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉
Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?
"submit"
becomes
"sumbit"
I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.
All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.
^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^
I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.
If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.
^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^
I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.
I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.
I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.
I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.
Success…it’s all around us.
Q: Now what?
A: ???
^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^
What does having successful relatives have to do with me?
Nothing.
I mean…kinda it does…but not really.
As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.
“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.
Sounds accurate.
/shrug
^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^
NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!
I'm thinking about doing that myself.
^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^
X: Where ya gonna go?
Cade: …
X: Sounds risky.
Cade: …
X: You sure you wanna travel this path?
Cade: …
B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.
Cade: …
T: I have some thoughts.
Cade: 🙂
X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.
Cade: Sounds…accurate.
Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.
Cade: lolz…sometimes?
Z: 😉
0: No comment.
Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?
0: None.
Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.
0: I’m done.
Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.
C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?
Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?
C: Har har.
X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?
Cade: Aren’t they the same?
0: We need a bigger barrel.
Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.
T: May I suggest…Howitzers?
Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?
X: Always a bigger fish.
Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!
X: 😉
Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.
X: Why is that?
Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.
Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.
Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.
X: …
Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.
Z: And what did we deduce from that?
Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.
X: Lotta stuff there, eh?
Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.
X: But…
Cade: It was what was missing.
A: Which is?
Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.
X: And…
Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.
X: And…
Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.
Z: And why is that?
0: Yes…why is that?
Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.
X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?
Cade: Almost never.
X: Which leads us to…
Cade: She changes a LOT.
T: That makes no sense.
X: Which will bring us to…
Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.
X: All at the same time?
Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.
A: What about “the before time” portion of that?
Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.
X: Explain what?
Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.
X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.
Cade: Vectors and vectoring.
X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.
Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.
0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?
Cade: It’s everywhere.
C: What about the symbolism itself?
Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.
X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.
Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.
Z: From which end?
Cade: Yes.
A: Exactly what I was thinking.
Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.
X: Ironic.
Cade: Indeed.
0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.
Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.
T: And why would you not want to?
Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐
X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?
Cade: Something like that.
X: Care to elaborate?
Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.
Z: Which is what?
Cade: MrOmar Osama
X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?
Cade: Associations.
0: Ironic.
Cade: Very.
X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?
Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.
X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?
Cade: For how long?
X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?
Cade: Just a little.
X: Hmmmm….
^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^
We have a new missive from The Okie Devil for you now, Dear Reader. I’ve split it into two postings because…
*Well yes, Clicky, I can…*
On a synchromystic side note, I see Deadmau5 has released a new tune today… And just a couple of days after this…
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Apple Computers has announced that it is introducing their latest offering in the Quantum Computing market. Unlike ordinary computers, users can now immerse themselves in the total experience of the virtual world while IRL in the real world.
The computers are called Everything Depends, or ED, and is sure to be a hit with fans who are already lining up in large numbers to be the first kid on their block with one for the summer. The new offering even has a built in customer support interface, where users can attempt to fix any issues themselves and seek assistance from Apool’s customer support, both at the same time (pictured above).
Apull spokesperson Corine Burns-Towlpleez said,
“We are please to present this new offering at a time when the endless-upgrades market and its growth-based projections has all but dried up, and think that users will really be able to get into this new wave of directly interfacing with complete strangers who want to know every single detail about everything in order to better serve their and/or our needs.”
The timing of this “summer release” is not without its critics among Apol! users looking to jump into the sandwagon. Especially those in foreign markets that will have to wait for winter for it to be be summer. But computing behemoth states that it has intentionally scheduled their release so as to be able to be meet global production demands across the board. “Once users see how many floating-point operations this baby can do at the same time, they’re gonna want to dive right in with the rest of us. You be surfing The Web almost like actually surfing and surfing The Web at the same time,” said Apool Senior Engineer Lee Quid.
One Apull user amongst the many we randomly canvassed for a decent usable soundbyte summed it up perfectly for the ending of this segment…
“It’s Divine.”
^Jay De Lys – Moschino Boy (Original Mix)^
This is the kind of thing that I normally would not do/would not point out…but I’m gonna do just that for the reasons that I am. And even tho the chances of him ever reading this is just about nil, I’m going to go ahead and apologize to Jarred Harris right here.
I watched Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows 5x over the long weekend. And during one of those viewings, I noticed that Jarred Harris, who plays Moriarty in the film, appears to have an “M” in his forehead/just above and between the eyes. So…dude…why would you “point out something that you normally wouldn’t point out?” Welp…let’s start with why I normally wouldn’t, seeing as how I already have pointed out what I wouldn’t have normally pointed out (The “M” reference).
Jarred Harris is a real person. He is who he is. And like most people, some things he can change, and some he cannot. That said, I’m a fan of Guy Ritchie and his films, and know a little bit about him and his methods and messages via his films. I have done some reading about the only film of his that I have not seen…”Revolver”. So, seeing the importance and prominence of the letter “M” within the film itself, I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie didn’t catch this “synchronistic irony” during the casting process.
I don’t watch much “making of” clips these days, but there were three shorts on the production process of Game of Shadows on the DVD. Interestingly enough, there was a clip where they were talking to Ritchie about the casting process for the Moriarty character, and the difficulties they encountered in finding and selecting one. Ritchie stumbled around a bit during the interview as to their choosing of Jarred Harris and why they chose him, but I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie, and prolly others, didn’t notice the same thing (up to, and including, Harris himself).
^An artist measures her face inch-by-inch. 3 weeks later, it’s a stunning masterpiece.^
Gotta keep in mind that filmmakers are very observant people. Hell….people who aren’t filmmakers are very observant people…but I digress.
With that in mind, there seems to be nagging question of “do you find synchronicity/synchronicities, or do they find you?”
A: Yes
Anyway, it seems to me that when you leave one or the other out in either situation, you are leaving yourself out, even if you are including yourself in. But even the previous sentence/thought is contradictory and laced with ironies. So the thought is prolly gonna be “why me?”
I dunno.
/me shrugs
“Sense” seems to be made when it is made, and not prior to that point. Some of those focuses and focusing operate in different times at different speeds that are sometimes perceptible as such to the observer(s) and participant(s). Gotta keep in mind tho that time is a flow of times within the flow of time. Maybe that will help you better deal with the concept of “speed” contextually when it slows and/or accelerates.
In our time and times as of 2017, it seems that time speeds up and slows down damn near simultaneously all the time thanks to our gadgetry and gizmos. But I think that our comfort level with these things is not quite what we tell ourselves that it is.
EX: When shit gets all kinds of sideways in your life, and shit is flying at you as if you were in the middle of a tornado traversing a used-toilet store…stop for a second and think about where you are. Where you really are.
Now…think about someone who you do not know, but you know where they might be. Say…some sparsely populated South Pacific island perhaps. Now think about their life and what they are doing at that very moment. What they might be doing now.
Is the sun up where they are?
Is it Winter or Summer where they are?
Or Spring?
Or Fall?
Do they even have “Fall” in the South Pacific?
Are they asleep?
Awake?
Eating dinner?
Eating breakfast?
Getting freaky in hula-skirts?
See how easy that is?
^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^
Not so easy you say? Now you wanna be anywhere in the world except where you currently are? Welp, that weren’t the point of dis exercise, but it’s OK to feel however you feel. That said, don’t try and put yourself in their environment outside of trying to empathize with their current plight as it relates to yours, and when. Cause like…if you are at work now, and all you can think about currently is getting home so you can dressed up, go out, get drunk, and hopefully get laid…you’ll be doing that soon enough…if you get lucky anyway. 😉
But yeah, it’s about trying to put yourself in more of a helper role. Don’t keep singling yourself out because of your own plight and current dissatisfaction with it….it’s limiting. Leave yourself where you are, but also try and imagine yourself where they are, but at their side trying to assist them in any endeavors they are trying to accomplish. Almost like rooting on a complete stranger from a distance. Everyone needs fans. Even me. I need some case fans for my computer. Actually, I already have them…just need to get off my fat ass and install them.
^dEpEchE modE- Just Can’t Get Enough (Schizo Mix)^
I can prolly comment on just about anything and everything. But the comment that most have trouble dealing with? Yeah…not having one. Or, just choosing not to espouse it/not making a comment. I mean, isn’t that comment enough sometimes? Not that I need any motivation or encouragement to run my mouth incessantly.
Lolz
^Daft Punk – Around The World^
I relayed what might be considered a rather bold statement to someone recently, and this comment was in regard to the movie Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows…which I called “The Gone With The Wind for our generation.”
*/cough...*
A quip like that is prolly gonna cause some guffaws, but this movie is fucking HUGE! It addresses our own Civil War and Civil Wars, and does so via another time whose effects are still rippling via and through our own time. Commercialism is gonna be a popular word to associate with that thought. Especially as it applies to the commercialization of government. And I’m not talking about private business incorporated with government by assuming the functions of government under whatever auspices and context they assume them under…I’m talking about advertising.
Yep, advertising government and its very existence, via all kinds of mediums using all kinds of methods, up to, and including, the unkind kind. Hell, Twitter would prolly have to close-up shop if people weren’t yelling at each other over whatever bullshit “latest development” they are yelling about. And not that I mind this yelling per se. But I really don’t give a shit how much a jacket that the First Lady Melania Trump is wearing cost. It’s hers. She bought it. Who cares? If you have $200 set aside to spend on a jacket, are you gonna buy a $20 jacket and donate the rest of the money to UNICEF? I doubt it. So what’s the big fucking deal?
Welp…government and advertising. Not that I am recommending subversion. But if you don’t stop to consider how cool it is to have the opportunity of having the honor of “being blocked on Twitter by The President of The United States”…and then going on to bitch about this publicly using the same medium?
Yeah…interesting times. I used to have to write letters if I wanted to talk to The President. It took months and sometimes years to get a response, assuming you got one at all.
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^
Yep…a lot of cool themes addressed in this movie. Not saying that the bad stuff addressed is cool. But the manner in which these issues are addressed…is cool. Some might say that this layering would be “Hollywood’s” overt attempt at subversion in indoctrinating our children.
/me rolls eyes
Got news for ya pal and pal-ettes, we are motherfucking STEEPED in currency with respect to our situation(s)…meaning we are current and up to date on the conditions of the pool in the deep end. And much like the earthquake pool at the top, “the deep end” depends on your time-based perspective in a changing environment, as sometimes…under the right circumstances…the shallow end can become the deep end real fucking quick.
Everything Depends on context.
Intent.
Intentions.
Will.
What “will” you do?
What was your reason for?
When?
Before?
Or after?
Did anything change?
When?
According to whom?
^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^
I’m just guessing here, but it seems to me that the personal computer may be replacing the silver screen and television with respect to channeling fear(s). Or maybe just augmenting it. Prolly much the way that movies replaced and then augmented stage/live theatre, and television later replaced and then augmented movies. So I can understand the prevalence of invasiveness. But there’s nothing written that says you must own a computer and/or television. And you prolly also make your own decisions as whether or not you attend theatres of any kind.
Thinking in this vein, it’s almost like a reverse “getting shit for free” angle with respect to privacy and data harvesting. One of the prevailing notions is that of obtaining free energy. Welp, it seems to me that we’ve been obtaining free energy for the entire written record of recorded history. Just…someone somewhere along the line found a whole shitload of it, had more than they could ever use, and started selling it to others so that they didn’t have to do the work themselves when in need of energy in that form.
If you’ve never seen the documentary called “I AM” by filmmaker Tom Shadyac, he addresses this same concept/principle. But you have to keep some contexts in mind when thinking about wealth distribution. Primarily the thought that the wealth has already been distributed, it’s all in what we do with it from there. We already have everything there is…now we just gotta decide what to do with it.
Yeah…no really much to think about there. I don’t have jack shit cept for what I do, and I’m not sure what I else I really need other than those things that I do need. There’s a few things that I want as well, but I have no idea how to get them…so I must not need them.
/shrug
It’s a good flick. Hell, a great flick. But then again, I’ve traveled a path that is similar in many ways to that of the filmmaker, so I would prolly be expected to like the film. irrespective, definitely worth a watch.
^I Am | trailer US (2011)^
The trailer above stresses the following…
Q: What is wrong with the world, and what can we do about it?
I have a question my very own self…
Q: What if there is nothing wrong with the world?
A: Kinda works its own self out, eh?
Not trying to spoil the flick, but I recall the filmmaker finding a similar answer during the course of his journey via a question that he might not have even thought to ask.
If you look for something…you will find it.
^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^
Last night, I wrote a crazy-assed story that you may or may not have read by now. It was inspired simply by scrolling through some tweets on Twitter, and noticing one about the final game being played later that evening for The Stanley Cup Finals. The person who Tweeted it was saying something to the effect of “Go Pens” or something like that, which I found strange seeing as how this person appears to live in Texas somewhere. Not that we are still strangers to ice hockey here in Texas, nor that everyone in Texas who follows professional hockey should be a Stars fan because they are the only pro team in the entire state, but it did get me to thinking.
The first thing that I thought about was Conference Loyalty. It’s very prevalent in professional football between the AFC and NFC, but I don’t know enough about professional hockey in The US to even know if they have divisions. Checked the NHL website, and they do indeed have divisions/conferences…cleverly enough…Eastern and Western. Dallas is in the Western, and Pittsburg in the Eastern, so I guess it could be that if they hate the Dallas Stars. But prolly just a Pittsburgh Penguins fan.
But anyway…yeah…that’s the kind of crap I started thinking about, and then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports, then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports fans…so…I got as nutty as possible with the story. “Extreme Sports” are not really necessary for there to be extreme circumstances within a sport. But if you expect everything within a certain realm to stay exactly as it is via as it was in order to better order and manage, while at the same time that you also expect growth? Maybe you are asking too much.
Suggestion: Indestructible Immortal Robots...it's the only way to be sure.
^Raven – On And On 1985^
I wonder how you would like…check up on your Indestructible Immortal Robot to see how it’s coming along? I’ve mentioned before, that without a hell of an extended warranty plan, and one bad-assed customer support team? Yeah…you could leave a thinking hunk of metal stranded somewhere for a long-assed time if something breaks. It’d prolly be pretty fucking pissed-off when you finally somehow showed up to check on them.
Just sayin.
^Nitzer Ebb – Never Known^
Thinking like that tho is prolly why I think the concept of “The Three Laws of Robotics” will fail. Especially as it relates to the individual laws themselves and their linear nature/linear looping nature that completely omits the whole of the concept itself. Very…erm…dictatorial. Needs more choice. Even if that choice is not to implement these “laws” at all. Governance is not about assurance.
In my mind, it’s more about assurances and assuring. It allows things to develop. Less singular in a more singular way. Flowy. Fuzzy. Which in and of themselves are quite rigid in their flowy fuzzy flow. Dunno…I gots no answers, and no one is asking anything anyway…so…yeah or something.
Two instances of humour from the States overnight, Dear Reader. One intended, the other not so much…
*Yikes! Gruesome…*
The Comedienne Vs The Donald…
*Knot that Donald, Clicky…*
First up, the comedienne Kathy Griffin with her intended attempt at humour…
*I guess the only line she’ll be concerned with now is the unemployment line, Clicky…*
Who she was trying to entertain with the skit is unknown. It certainly wasn’t the 62 million plus people that voted for Trump 7 months ago. And where she got the idea that a dead Prez is funny, is an utter mystery…
*Ahh… /nods head…*
The other, unintended, humour came in the form of a tweet, during which the Prez fell asleep… probably…
One word was close to breaking the internet on Wednesday morning: “covfefe“.
It was an apparent typo in a tweet by US President Donald Trump, and internet users have been mocking him mercilessly.
“Despite the constant negative press covfefe,” he tweeted just after midnight, Washington time.
And he then appeared to have gone to bed, without finishing his thought or correcting his mistake.
It took six hours before he acknowledged it with a good-humoured response, and by that time a lot of people had had a lot of fun.
I did notice quite a lot of the ‘humorous’ tweeted responses were, how can I describe them… Griffinesque. However, there were some notable exceptions…
But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.
They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”
… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…
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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...
I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.
Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.
The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.
The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.
There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.
I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.
Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.
As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.
Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.
I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.
I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.
Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.
(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)
The time is now 20.37 on Sunday 28th May 2017. Housework’s dun, cooking’s dun, Parts 1 and 2 are dun… Hears Part 3…
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So you are prolly wondering what in the fuck a $5.00 pot of beans on a stovetop has to do with some multi-billion dollar particle accelerator…and…um…lolz…um…mine was cheaper?
lolz
I guess in Relativistic terms…yeah…they prolly cost about the same amount.
Just wondering how you can quantify one thing without taking others into consideration that are equally important in the facilitation of whatever action you are quantifying. You’ve already qualified it, now you are quantifying it, then…what? Aggregating the two?
Qualified + Quantified = Quantiqualified? Or Qualiquantified?
Or Quantiqualaqualaquantified?
Q4ified?
Sounds...timey, with a dimensional aspect or 3.
^Zlad! – Elektronik Supersonik HD BEST QUALITY Remastered Sound^
X: I’m gonna take that back…I do have something. Cade: Do tell. X: If I asked you a question…would you answer it? Cade: I just did. X: OK…so in theory, we have established a base of trust since you answered and answered honestly. Cade: Fair enough. X: What do you hope to achieve from all this? Cade: As Roob so succinctly pointed out recently…it’s free. X: Does that absolve you of responsibility? Cade: Yeah right. X: There was an allusion to this in that “Watchmen” movie you rewatched recently. Cade: You are referring to the line “Free is just another word for Socialist.” X: That’s the one. Cade: But isn’t that politics? Will and wills operating in realms that they are either uncertain of, or uncertain about? Z: Keep going… Cade: So…we fall back on our tenets in the face of change. X: Fall back? Cade: Contextually, that would be the preferred nomenclature. Z: Why is that? Cade: I assume because free is scary in a number of ways. And “falling-back” requires the freedom to do so, the space to do so, and the area to fall back to. So…a strategic retreat. X: Strings? Cade: Sure. But we never stop to consider that “if an apple falls out of the sky when we hunger/are hungry” a need was met. X: Fair enough. Cade: Sorry, but there are certain futures that I can handle and certain futures that I cannot. A: Care to be specific? Cade: It’s easy to imagine the entire world and everything and everyone in flames. It is difficult to imagine my personal life in flames while the rest of the world spins on unaffected. X: And yet… Cade: Both are easy for me to imagine. The latter, in the above example, being the easiest to imagine. 0: Wait a moment here…you just contradicted yourself. Cade: Not really…because I have no frame of reference with respect to both in one or the other context, when there are really 4 scenarios there…not two. X: But when you boil it down? Cade: Only one. X: And which one is that? Cade: Mine. Z: In all contexts? Cade: Something like that. What other frame of reference do I have? X: Ooohhh…what ones do you have indeed. Cade: Only the ones I care to entertain. Z: And what about all the ones we throw at you that you don’t want to entertain? Cade: I entertain them on their own merits as best I can. (Preferably, the less the better) X: Kinda difficult operating in territory you are familiar with and comfortable with, eh? Cade: Yep. A very comfortable discomfort. X: …
You came loaded for bear to a fight with Godzilla. Yep…a strategic retreat might be in order, but that doesn’t change your intent nor intentions does it? Because you are gonna return with a bigger goddamn gun. Assuming that the strategic retreat itself works out.
Footnote: ET wouldn’t turn up like that because physical travel to another world in one lifetime is impossible. E=MC² dictates this reality, but its author Albrecht Einstein believed there was some kind of magnetism-related dimension able to overcome the illusion of separation and distance. As Einstein has yet to be proved wrong about anything, I’ve no desire to argue with the bloke dead or alive.
I’ve thought about this certain concept all week, but I figured I would spring something on Roob without her knowledge. I mean…this is supposed to be fun, and she ain’t been writing much, so let’s see how big of an asshole this makes me.
^Wax Trax (Black Box Vol.1) [16]. Ajax – Mind The Gap^
Kindof a weird observation to make, considering I don’t read/watch/keep up with the news.
Meh…I trust the people that give me my news secondhand. Or thirdhand. Or whateverhand. News is a filtering process of information anyway. God knows how many people this “news” has been through already by the time it hits the headlines. And depending on where you get your news, god only knows how many headlines this headline went through to aggregate their own. Prolly why these news sources are getting so fucking “grabby” with respect to information. Data, and loads of it. Completely devoid of context outside of a singular event that somehow negotiated its way onto your radar. As if there is some hidden something there that will provide some hidden insight into why your personal radar operates the way it does.
WOAH!!! Hit ya with a twist there, eh? Since when is this story about YOU?!?!?!?
Welp…
Q: When did you get involved with it?
A: I bet we can now gather all kinds of data and information about you, and bang out a nice psychological profile that details why you like what you like and do what you do.
^Devo – Uncontrollable Urge – From Urgh! A Music War HQ^
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Well, there you are Dear Reader… and here I am, and over there somewhere… */pointlessly points…* is Cade. The time is 23:11 on Sunday 28th May 2017 and I hope your day has been as much fun as mine has…
Now that we have those in mind, let’s think about “The Big Bang”…k?
Got all those?
Good.
So let’s think Carbon and Hydrogen, and lets add “Carbon Dating” in that thought pile…k?
Q: Where is change as it relates to The Universe outside of Science and its Scientific Processes?
A: !!!
Yeah…IT AIN’T FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! !
It’s devoid of save for your own creative processes that further define the original whatever that you saw. As a result, ain’t choo gettin sidetracked?
Yeah…commercialism is gonna be a biggie in a finite life like ours. And just because you are selling under the auspices of “for the future and future generations”…doesn’t mean “the future nor its own generations” are buying it. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that “the call from the future” would prolly be something more akin to…
“HEY!!! PAST!!! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!”
I mean…our past left us the fuck alone…right?
So yeah…the process of change as it relates to changes, as it relates to changing.
^Duran Duran – Girls On Film [DMC Synthminx Remix]^
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
Here, Dear Reader, I would like to bring to your attention a instance of our Past of very much NOT leaving us the fuck alone… And it has to do with will…
That’s the experience of inhabitants of the Blue (Smoking) Universe…
I’m thinking about the movie “There Will Be Blood” with respect to “Infinite Anything” here…and the comment that the character Daniel Plainview made to his right-hand man Fletcher after their Sunday Ranch well comes in…
“What are you looking so miserable about? There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet! No one can get at it except for me.”
So you find your infinite power source, you build your machines to harness it and distribute it…and irrespective of where you think I am going with this…you may or may not be right.
Weird how that works, eh?
Anyway…you got your machine that is going to last forever harnessing forever energy forever. Sounds kinda…”locked in”…eh?
What about the changes outside of this machine?
What about the changes inside of this machine?
Are you sucking?
Or blowing?
Or both?
Or neither?
When and where?
Are you sure that an Electron, is an Electron, is an Electron?
Always and forever?
Yes. I am suggesting that the conditions of the machine and within the machine that harnesses this whatever will actually potentially create a time-rift that is likely to be undetectable and non-discernible. So the question becomes, as time progresses normally outside of this rift, is the non-changing aspect of the machine and its energy/energies having additional unknowable types of affects on this time change?
We are most likely dealing with vacuums if we are talking about energy production/harnessing/creation. And even if we aren’t, we should be, because the transportation/redirection of energy itself is going to require, and vacuums of its own volition and of its own accord…so…yeah. Maybe this Vacuum of Space ain’t really what we think it is.
I still say that with enough speed, I can travel through space with no environmental suit nor supplemental Oxygen, and will be able to breathe just fine. Just gotta think vibration(s) and color(s) and adjust trajectory accordingly. Not that I am willing to test this theory as of yet. 😛
So thinking about it now…are you sure that you’ve not harnessed a single Electron in a loop, and that Electron is moving both so fast and so slow simultaneously, that it actually gives the appearance of countless numbers of Electrons? Moreover…are you sure that is actually an Electron that you’ve harnessed?
Yes, my thinking varies a little with respect to “Tempo Rare-E States of Matter” in that one particle may behave like a Proton here, and like an Electron there, but the particle in question is actually neither at any of these times. If you keep the paths and pathways that facilitate the observation of these particles and energies in mind? Yeah…I don’t think its such a stretch to think that a Neutrino may sometimes actually behave exactly like a Proton or Electron here and there. That’s what you are looking for right? A Proton or Electron?
So…if a Neutrino needed to transverse your pathway, irrespective of reason, how would this Neutrino achieve this? Mutation? Nah…too close to Fusion, eh? I mean…you’re simultaneously searching for “The Ghost in The Machine” right?
Q: What are you gonna do when you find it?
Q: What are you gonna do when it finds you?
Q: Who found who?
Q: Does it matter?
Yeah…I think there is a lot more to blank spaces than we like to think.
It seems that there are far too many shapes and states to limit and define particles in the way Science is attempting to do so. It prohibits change. Which means it prohibits changing. To me, that says that not only are you attempting to attain destruction? You are also attempting to ensure it. You are attempting to milk that whatever part and particle you are working with, and you are going to entrap it until it no longer exists. Or at least, as best as you can.
Good thing Nature doesn’t work this way, eh? Or at least, keeps the machinery and mechanics that do this within nature far from us. But even that is on a timeline, eh? And who knows where that begins? How it began, how it begins, how it ends, how it ended.
Guess I’ll use Magnetism as my model for freezing time seeing as it is prolly the most active indicator that we have of time, we just haven’t figured out how to read it yet. Prolly because of our reliance on the clock and clocks as we’ve designed them. Which I find weird, since I can think of two times in recent history when time has been adjusted and/or corrected. That doesn’t bode well for Carbon Dating as far as I can tell.
But neither do I think that time is going to be some aggregate of sources of time, primarily because contextualizing context in the way that we do seems to have the effect of removing all context, save for the contextualization mechanism itself. Which is damn weird seeing as how you just put everyone on the same damn timeline that they were already on, and their timeline has absolutely fuckall to do with yours except when they cross.
I mean yeah, not always…but basically. I’m not ready for fields just yet, even tho I’m dancing all around them.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
‘Shut Up’… Seems the perfect time to end Part 2 of The Experiment, Dear Reader…
… Besides, I’ve got some housework to do and the tea to make. Part 3 will follow later. The time is 17:56 on Whitsun Sunday 28th May 2017… Time for a Song…
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!
*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*
Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.
At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and
A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and
B) mingle their flavor with the beans.
But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?
To create an instability?
However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.
Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?
Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.
(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)
Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.
*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*
If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?
Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…
… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…
So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.
^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^
We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.
Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?
Yep.
Q: But why?
A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.
We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.
WOAH WOAHWOAHDUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!
Yep.
Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.
I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…
Q: Can you explain French wines to me?
A: ¿?¿
Everything is important.
It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.
Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛
*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*
wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.
vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.
Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.
There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.
That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.
That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.
Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.
I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…
Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).
Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…
*No, knot that one, Clicky…*
…He was a very funny colleague of mine from John Lewis, who took a leap of faith and became a stand up comedian.
Question from Kit Kat: “Why have you got a black spot on your forehead?”
Answer: It’s the photo, darling. I’ve got blue eyes in my copy… I coloured them in myself.
Question from Loopy: “Do you know where my shoes are?”
Answer: Where did you leave them, sweetie? …/sigh…
I also got a missive from Cade, set out below, and when I got to work, I got a bunch of cards and a bunch of flowers. I took in cake. The cake was extremely well received.
Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy The Okie Devil’s latest, Dear Reader, and will catch you at the bottom ❤
*******
Sup bitches?
I don’t have much to say today.
But I have a lot of time to say it in, and a lot of words to say it with…
and so…
…let us commence to silently conversing amongst ourselves, eh?
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!
^The Final Cut – I Believe In You (1992)^
A lot of this not much that I’m thinking about, is actually…not much. Haven’t talked about a lot of this stuff in a long time, and the few people that I’ve tried to talk about this shit with were always like…
“DUDE!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!”
And there was another segment that was always suggesting that thinking about such things was foolish and dangerous, and I should try to think about not thinking about it.
😐
Not that I don’t have the ability to focus, because I do possess that ability. I just tend to drift wherever I drift, and have learned to accept this defect as an ability….a gift. Mainly because of the places that it takes me. Lotta nothing there, and a lotta nothing in between, but that’s kinda the point. Fill in the blanks, create more blanks. This usually results in a lot of blank stares.
Not that I am the only one with this ability, as I see people just like me/people who think like me virtually everywhere. I see it in pictures, I see it in film, I see it in text/books, I see it in conversations. But even the weirdos hate talking about this shit, even with other weirdos. Not me tho. I love talking about it. I don’t care who. If they are listening and are interested, they’ll start talking at some point.
Anyway, I didn’t talk about much anymore after hooking up with whatshername. It takes a lot of time to think about some of these things, and even longer to talk about it. Whatshername has an interest in some of the same things. But it was clear rather early on, that even her interests in these things varied wildly and radically from mine. Mainly…her dogma was/is…
“It’s OK if I have supernatural abilities and/or super-powers, as long as I am the only one that has them.”
Very revealing.
<le yikes>
^The Final Cut – Broken^
“Do I know you?”
Weird thought, eh?
Sure…it’s a strange question to ask a stranger.
But as I think about it now, the thought behind such a question is even…stranger.
Even stranger to ask a stranger if they know what you know you don’t know.
Or is that really where you wanted to go/what you wanted to know?
Or do you want to know if this stranger presents a danger…to you?
And what about “you?” What are you going to do?
If this stranger presents a danger…do you…introduce them to your shoe?
Via kick? Or is it thrown? Who is this life that you now own?
Where springs this knowing of the unknown?
Via 1’s via 2’s, interaction? Interacting? Do I choose?
But what if you lose?
Perhaps it would be better…to introduce your…shoes.
They are yours, afterall…custom made just for yoose.
This way…no win, no lose.
If that is what yoose so choose to doos anyhoos.
^The Pixies Hang wire live 1990^
(above song is via/per request-ish type suggestion)
X: What are you doing?
Cade: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
X: I’m gonna chunk your ass out into space, wrap you around a black hole a few times…and THEN…I’m gonna get REALLY creative.
Cade: lolz…do tell?
X: No. It would spoil the surprise.
Cade: Thanks?
X: You’re welcome.
Cade: 🙂
X: 😉
Cade; Ya know…if you wanted to say something…you coulda just said so.
X: Where’s the fun in that?
0: Yeah, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the creativity in that?
Cade: I wasn’t trying to be procedural…nor even trying to establish procedures.
Z: And yet…that’s exactly what will happen.
Cade: Sounds fair, and I get that. But I only know what I know.
B: Are you saying, that this “challenge/response” is somehow…”ingrained” in you?
Cade: Well…isn’t it?
X: I’ll ask the questions around here pal.
Cade: lolz…k. lol
0: And…”make the statements.” 😉
Cade: Obviously. So…
X: Procedures and protocols.
Cade: Lemme guess…”you designed them.”
Z: Something like that.
A: I had a hand in it as well.
Cade: Well…BY ALL FUCKING MEANS!!! Don’t tell me what they are!!!
X: Sounds like a plan.
Cade: 😀
X: …
0: …bbl…
^The Judy’s – “Joey the Mechanical Boy” (1981)^
I’m easily distracted.
What about you?
You easily distracted?
Maybe “the distracted” is the problem and not “the distraction.”
I had no intention of writing anything this morning, but that’s pretty much how it always starts. One wrong turn to the correct wrong place can send my mind spinning. Not that I have anything particularly interesting to say…but they are my thoughts. You ain’t gotta read em’. It’s your time. You know how best to spend it. But this latest whatever has me thinking about “public.”
Meaning: I wonder what was going on in that area where the US recently dropped a MOAB, and I wonder what was going on at the time it was dropped?
Prolly just a bunch of filthy terrorists sitting in a mud and rock hut in the middle of fucking nowhere, planning their next terrorist attack.
^Opposite Day – Carrots – 23 July 2016 – Sidewinder, Austin TX^
There’s a theme of “separation” that I’ve been noticing here and there lately. Many times, I have noticed that this concept of separation has been introduced under the auspices of “augmentation.” Especially augmentation via a separate separation that is…erm…either hidden, ignored, inconsequential, or maybe even just missed entirely. Yeah…a process and or action that is easily dismissable.
EX: At Merovee the other day, a commenter called RAGNAROK made a comment under a comment that I had made.
So yeah…augmentation of separation.
Sounds like “installing an uninstaller.”
Or an “engaging a disengager.”
Or “initiating a shutdown sequence.”
To me, this is a metaphor for “the present” or “present time.” That something that is so simultaneous with past and future, that we are able to stroll right through all three at the same time by simply existing. Prolly why we miss so much both while it’s happening AND when it’s gone. And yet…we do that “missing” from the present time which we are also missing. Prolly why we love order, concrete and rigidity so much. Regarding matter and motion…it seems to me that focus on one or the other can help us with both. Even if that means “staying the fuck out of it.”
Frees up choice to do some choozin.
^Megafauna – “Haunted Factory” [Music Video]^
How distant does distant need to be, in order to be qualified as “distant?”
I mean, who steps right the fuck up to take ownership of a mine or landmine?
Are people lining up to say…”OH! That mine? That’s mine!”
Your money paid for it…right?
Your needs required it.
Your government commissioned it.
Your companies designed and built it.
Your needs required it again.
Your soldiers deployed and planted them where needed.
Q: Now what?
A: Is the answer..."Pack it in, pack it out?" Or is it more along the lines of "garbage in, garbage out?"
Where is all of this garbage coming from?
So yeah…”Spooky Action At A Distance.”
“Distance”…is relative.
Yeah…I dunno either.
I gots no answers.
^Clockwork Radio – Fever^
A: Everything is related to everything. I guess it's kindof a matter of when, and who is looking.
^Purson – Leaning On A Bear (Official Video)^
I went outside to check the spider web on the front porch. My oldest is in the living room playing some old-assed video game on the Playstation 2, and my daughter was in the kitchen cooking her some lunch. VERY bright day…no clouds…cool and windy…blue sky filled with cottony tufts floating everywhere from the Cottonwood trees.
The spider is gone, but the web is still there. I asked my daughter to grab her camera, but she said she dropped it and broke it.
Cade: That sucks. You need to see this web…it would make a great picture…it’s full of cotton.
Elder Son: It’s cotton the web?
Cade: wah…wah…wah…nice one! lolz
Seeking meaning means finding it where you find it, and not necessarily where you think you should find it. That’s just been my experience tho. Not that I was questioned this week about “being contradictory” or anything. But I am contradictory, and I’m OK with that. It allows me to grow as far as I can tell. Not that I’ve grown any according to those that know me, as I still seem to be stuck at those errors in time that cannot be erased. Or is it that someone chooses not to erase them. Not that I favor erasing as it has a tendency to create gaps in knowing that create gaps in learning that create gaps in…wait….where was I going with this?
Oh yeah...nowhere in particular.
^Spiders – Shake Electric^
X: Are you conCERNed about all of this CERN innuendo?
Cade: A little.
T: Why?
Cade: My role.
T: Which is what?
Cade: …
0: That’s what I thought. You have no role and/or don’t know what it is.
Cade: I’m included for some reason, and that’s enough for me.
Z: Don’t you think that…”you outta know?”
Cade: /me shrugs
X: What about when you do know?
A: Assuming that you ever do know…
Cade: I dunno. How could I possibly know what I should know about what I don’t know when I don’t know it and may never know it?
X: Good point.
Cade: I don’t mind thinking about thinking.
X: You mean…THIN KING?
Cade: I guess so. It is pretty thin afterall.
X: So you are saying…what…exactly?
0: He wants to talk about membranes…is that it?
T: Give the boy a chance here.
B: …
Cade: lolz…thanks.
B: No problem. 😉
Cade: I did talk about membranes. In the previous whatever, and talked a bit more about them with Roob last night.
X: And what was said exactly?
Cade: She can post the convo if she wants, but it was basically that “membranes create/accommodate/facilitate motion.”
X: What about prohibition?
Cade: No thanks. I like drinking thank you very much.
X: No…you like to get slobbering drunk.
Cade: Why drink except to get drunk. Some of that stuff, if not most, tastes like shit
0: And how would you know what shit tastes like?
Cade: Via smell?
X: Now what on EARTH would smell have to do with taste and/or membranes?
Z: I wanna hear this…
Cade: Welp…if membranes aren’t allowed to function as designed, they forget.
X: Forget?
0: FORGET?!?!?
T: FORGET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Cade: How else can information be stored?
X: Oh my! You just opened a can of wormy let out cat bags there buddy.
Cade: lolz…”Wormy, Let-Out-Cat-Bags?” lolz
X: I like the way I said it better….but keep going.
Cade: OK…”wormy.”
A: As-in…”squigly.”
Cade: So…information exchange?
X: You got it! Keep going…
Cade: So…information preservation?
Z: Now we’re rollin’.
Cade: So…information exchange under the auspices and/or principles of information preservation?
X: All at the same time.
Cade: You had me at hello. I’ve been floored by some of the concepts that we’ve explored over the magnificence of the human body and/or as it pertains to life. But I still wonder about “answers to be had.”
0: You had me at had via “answers.”
Cade: Yep. There is much less standardization to be had here. Especially as how “standardization” relates to “standard.”
X: What’s with all the accentuation?
Z: Been wondering that myself.
Cade: Clarity. I guess anyway.
T: Guessing is unacceptable, and yet, many times the best we can do. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Not that I like leading questions…but yeah.
X: Any why don’t you like leading questions?
B: Because he can both see where they are leading, and not see where they are leading, all at the same time.
X: Confusion?
Cade: Nope. That type of thinking is pretty clear to me. It’s the struggle of “cleverness via the moment” that dictates the victor.
X: And you think that moment or these moments, aren’t part of the path?
Cade: Sure they are. Just…prolly not “my” path.
Z: Meaning…”the path of preferred travel, by you, according to you.”
Cade: Something like that.
Z: Hmmmmm…..
X: Hmmmmm indeed.
0: I reluctantly agree.
Cade: Gee…thanks.
X: …
^Ruby the Hatchet: Vast Acid (Official)^
So…if I transition to sitting down in a chair from a standing position…
Q: Are the membranes in my body working to prevent my blood and guts from falling out?
A: There are no answers to be had here, as too many questions have been omitted in favor of the one above.
So yeah…this precipice that you are trying to summit has already been reached. The question is…
Q: What are you reaching for now?
A: /?|¿|?\
^Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell – Nightmare (OFFICIAL)^
I struggle with the concept of “known” or “already known”…I really do. But the saving grace for me is knowing…not known. When discovery is forsaken for knowing…what are our options? Teaching?
BULLSHIT!!!
You, as a bitter bored and burned-out knowitall, are going to walk into a classroom, and expect to inspire wonder amongst the wanderers? Good fucking luck, and have fun spending your paycheck.
And anyone that got butthurt and is still whining about it.
Or the ones we didn’t write about because we didn’t have enough time to include them due to previous obligations and/or contractual restraints and publishing deadlines.
Pray for a sequel and maybe we’ll get to them in the next iteration.
Prolly doesn’t bode well for them tho because of the carnage in the first story.
Meh…fuckit. They’re all dead and/or gone…who cares.
^IMMORTAL (Official) – “ALL SHALL FALL” music video HD^
HEY! Speaking of Black Metal, I noticed yesterday that Vegan Black Metal Chef has a new vid. It’s pretty fucking funny, and features Michael Winslow. I guess that explains all the sound effects in the vid.
Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”
^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^
What’s the big deal with eggs and shit coming out of the same hole in chickens? They aren’t coming out at the same time. And even if they are, you ain’t gotta eat either one of them…so…yeah…chicken for dinner instead of eggs. My pee and spoo come out of the same hole. Just some creative piping and tubing going on there for reasons of simplicity. My penis seems to know when it’s doing one or the other, and sometimes even I know when my penis is doing one or the other. By comparison…all my stupid heart does is pump blood, and that’s the only thing it can do. No wonder it’s worthless.
^1 in 10 Women Have “The Missed Disease”^
So…is “prevalence” what we need to be focused on? Or is focus and focusing still our problem? And what’s with this “we” shit all of sudden? That’s guys voice in the video above is similar to every other narrated video that I see on YouTube these days. I guess advertising is king on YouTube anymore, and as a result, the prevalence of similarity is very prevalent within a working model that has proven results. It sounds like the accentuation used in “happy stories” on the news amongst the mainstream media sources on broadcast television. Anyway…since Endometriosis has to do with membranes, let’s talk about it!
Endometriosis!!! We talked about it!!! TA-DA!!!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^alt-J – Adeline (Official Audio)^
As I got to looking at the picture of those Mine Kafon Drones, I notice that the flat parts on the outside have a centerpiece that makes those plate looking things on the end appear like a bullet casing’s rim and the primer. This got me to thinking about inspiration and sources of inspiration, which got me to thinking about legacy.
The Middle-East…for example…what is “The West’s” legacy with respect to The Middle-East? Bomb shrapnel and bullet casings? As I read the Wikipedia article as to the creator’s inspiration for these anti-landmine drones, I pictured kids out walking and observing what they see. Just about anything and everything that they encounter…they are prolly going to studiously examine. I would imagine that casings are everywhere over there, so I see a kid sticking a stick inside of a bullet casing, then sticking many sticks inside of many bullet casings, tinkering with those and organizing them into shapes…and VOILA!!!
Mine Kafon Drones.
Not that this is how this is how the designer came up with the design. But I’ve done my share of exploring and digging in the dirt and other places, and have happened upon a lot of crazy shit during those explorations. To me, the only thing crazier than the shit that people come up with, is their willingness to later toss that same something out irrespective of the reason and/or reasons.
^True Facts About The CuttleFish^
Not to get the fossil-fuel fed reciprocating engine horsepower too far ahead of the shopping cart here, but there are only 7 shopping months left until Christmas.
^Cocteau Twins – Plain Tiger^
When I was around 22/23, I developed a feasible method of teleportation. It scared me. Mainly because I developed this model and system under the auspices of making surgery as we know it obsolete.
In: As-Is
Out: Sans-whatever need be removed (Tumors, for example).
Lots of other things to think about here, more than just “removing a problem.” Reorganization, for one. Yep…taking the “problem tissue” and reorganizing it at the molecular/atomic/sub-atomic levels so that there is no loss in mass in the person. My thinking being, there is always going to be an issue with gain, loss and even no gain/no loss.
The more I thought about ways to bastardize this system, the more scary that these scenarios became. Such as…
1. Not removing anything, and intentionally distorting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
2. Not removing anything, and intentionally inserting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.
And on and on. Gotta keep in mind that at the time, which was around 1990/1991, the computing power that I was thinking about/required for just the mass of an individual was staggering to think about. I was using a Tandy 1000 8086 with a 30 megabyte hard drive at that time just to run Cakewalk 1.0 for music, and that computer barely did that. Nevermind the abstract required in this teleportation situation…e.g. the soul, the spirit, consciousness, the pieces and part of the individual beyond simply “the body.”
This got me thinking about behavioral, and how to leave this out of the process. But it was impossible to think about. You CAN’T leave that out. Even if you address it for purposes of how to omit it, it’s all or nothing. Behavioral modification is a real possibility, and not just from the perspective of the trip through itself when everything goes exactly perfectly according to plan. Because a trip like that is going to have the effect of changing the person who traverses it, and there is no “finite” nor “negligible” when thinking like this. Otherwise, how do you accurate think about it? We’re talking about everything…right?
^The Final Cut – Primal Understanding^
Now we gotta talk about the space and spaces in between. And not just and only the space and spaces in between here and there, but also the spaces and spaces that LEAD to the space and spaces between here and there. Lotta here’s and there’s to consider. I mean, you have no fucking clue who is gonna walk through your door nor when. Nevermind all of the passengers that a person brings with them. But that should help with the space and spaces that I am considering. Because suddenly…you went from one passenger, to countless passengers aboard a passenger of passageways, that will now be a passenger and passengers among a passageway of passageways.
WHEW!!!
Yeah…lots to think about there. Not that “normal” space travel is by any means easy. Because we are basically talking about the same thing via different methods that really don’t differ that much.
SAY WHAT?!?!?! YOU'RE SAYING THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ROCKET-POWERED SPACEFLIGHT AND TELEPORTATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Yep.
^The Final Cut – A Dance for the Saints^
Prolly a lot of people will dismiss much of that thinking with regards to space as excessive. Possibly even unnecessary and/or irrelevant. Which, if that’s true, I guess my Social Security Number doesn’t mean jack shit. Nor my work record. Nor my immunization records. Nor any other records and record keeping.
Or is that really how we view the future from the past via the present? A bunch of blips and markers that have been subjugated to all kinds of reviews that have been reviewed and classified according to other similar results in order to quantify and classify as to the lowest common denominator for a given situation? Taking a chance at nulling out chance under the banner of order? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for order. Especially when it’s right and I don’t have to go back through the drive-thru or go inside because it’s wrong. And stop being so goddamn skimpy with the ketchup while yer at it. It’s damn near $10.00 for a McMeal these days. Surely you can spring for a little ketchup.
^The Final Cut – U.F.O.T.M.^
No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.
I ain’t gonna tell you what to do or not to do. You wanna spend your time wrangling with this shit? Knock yerself out. It’s your time. I’ll help all I can, and I am willing to do that and will help in any way that I can. But if it comes down to a trust pissing contest? Welp…when? Meaning, when do I need to break your trust in order to be untrustworthy? Seems to me that if you are assured that I will break your trust at some point, I never did anything to earn your trust in the first place, nor could I ever earn your trust, so I’m pretty much off the hook from the onset since I had no say in the matter.
100% of my truths are true.
100% of my lies are true. I mean…untrue. I mean untruthful. I mean, it’s true that my lies are true and truthful/are truly lies…or something.
I guess truth ain’t so hard to find afterall.
Q: Did you stumble?
A: Prolly some truth in there then, irrespective of how you answered.
I guess we’ll be needing facts now.
Now we just gotta work on those trust issues.
Or…you can work on the by yourself.
Whatever.
❤
^Concrete Blonde – Joey HQ^
Must be something important there.
My suggestion? Use them a while, then over the shoulder.
Buncha worthless fucking junkies feeding junk into themselves via junk from a junky country.
^Ministry – “Over The Shoulder” (Official Music Video)^
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