Upon arriving home from work earlier, I found I’d had an unexpected delivery, Dear Reader…
*What? No, not a baby, Clicky! How the fuck d’ya arrive at baby?*
*No, I know how to arrive at a baby, Clicky… /splutters… Just shut up will ya and let me tell the story…*
…A care package had come in the post from my good friend Poppy Sweet Pea…
*/sings… Sweet peas are made of these… /shakes head… Clicky! What’s with you tonight? Got fun up your ‘ole tonight or sumfing?*
… A neatly packed cardboard box that Loopy had helpfully opened. It was filled with good things – homemade ‘Bounty’ bars, German nougat, treats for the pup, South Korean face masks,a *cries with laughter* cup…
*… cuddly toy… NO! Clicky, not a cuddly toy, for goodness sake…*
… And some heavenly scented bath wotsits, one in the shape of Dave…
“Oh my god,” I said biting into a properly sized chocolate and coconut sweetie. “This is delicious! I’m gonna have to make something now to send back.”
Thoughtful Man laughed. The idea must have tickle him because he carried on laughing.
Loopy, who’d been hovering around the box of goodies, gingerly sniffed at the smelly flamingo – he’s at that awkward teenage, allergic-to-baths stage. “You can always make her a sandwich,” he suggested helpfully.
“A sandwich? I can’t make her a sandwich!”
“Oh,” Loopy said dropping the flamingo back in the box. “Well, can you make me one?”
*I’ll have to think of sumfing, Clicky…*
I am now going to try out one of the face masks, Dear Reader, so I’ll CYA…
The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive for us, Dear Reader. He started it on Monday but only finished it yesterday, and now hear today…
Enjoy! 😀
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Sup y0?!?!?!?
Today is Saturday.
Yesterday was Friday. Tomorrow is Sunday.
I started writing this last Monday.
Last Monday was July 17th.
Today is July 22nd.
The year…is 2017CE
CE stands for “Constipated Enema.”
Not really.
^Kelly’s Heroes – Theme Song HD (Burning Bridges)^
This video below? Yeah, this is what happens when you start explaining. It gets worse when you start explaining yourself. Before you know it, your are explaining your explanation(s) to those who requested the explanation in the first place.
Man…talk about the blind leading the blind.
Which reminds me…when are we sighted gonna stop being such insensitive pricks to blind people?
Prolly never.
😐
^Mavic Pro flying near Airplanes | Most Illegal Drone Video on Youtube?^
Speaking of airplanes, have you ever been flying along in an airplane, and suddenly wondered…
“Gee. I wonder what would happen if a nuke went off right below our airplane?”
Welp…wonder no more.
^Atomic Effects on Drone Aircraft in Flight^
Yeah…there’s a great deal of comfort in knowing that others have stumbled and bumbled though their lives so that I don’t have to stumble though mine. And the people that have REALLY screwed up in a public way according to public opinion… Yeah, they take a lot of heat so that the smaller screwups don’t have to.
EX: Hitler invading Russia, Stalin signing the Non-Aggression Pact, Brittany Spears shaving her head…things like that.
SAY!!! That reminds me. Wanna see just how easy the concept of “dividing by zero” really is?
^Deadly Disaster at Work !!! Epic Fail Compilation Part 10^
Yeah…dividing by zero is not really much of a challenge at all.
Cade: I’ve had a nagging thought about the pertinence of the concept of University as it relates to worth and value, especially seeing the trouble and troubles of cost and costs.
Z: Oh. Why didn’t you shorten that previous sentence?
Cade: I dunno.
X: Where were we going with this?
Cade: Like I know?
X: Good point.
0: I would like to…
Cade: OH!!! LOOK WHO IT IS!!!
0: Meaning?
Cade: You’ve been awful quiet lately. I’ve not been sure how to interpret that.
0: I’m always there when it matters.
Cade: True enough, fair enough, and other…stuff like that…or something.
0: I was not there when you learned how to write.
Cade: Saucy as ever I see. 🙂
0: 😉
X: So yeah…the number 67…or in this particular case…67′.
Cade: 1967…the year I was born.
B: Been watching a lot of war documentaries this week?
Cade: Hey…I went the entire week without dipping snuff.
X: Your “smoking friends” are gonna dump you like a bad habit if you quit completely.
Cade: That would be ironic.
B: Doesn’t say much about the person and or persons…does it?
Cade: We aren’t what we do, we are who we are…but that’s just my thinking.
B: Leaves a whole lot out doesn’t it?
Cade: Yeah. A path amongst pathways.
0: Why would someone travel a path of convenience amongst a pathway of pathways?
Cade: Path of least resistance?
Z: But you don’t buy that.
A: If I may…you are STILL harping in that head of yours about profiles and profiling.
Cade: I feel an odd safety in your making that particular observation.
A: And why would that be?
Cade: Probably the assumption that a pathway is set…once set, and once set…always set.
A: You don’t feel that accommodations for the freedom of chance could be made in advance?
Cade: Sure it can. Break time, lunch time, arrive time, leave time, leisure time, sleep time, freaky sex time, ad-infinitum.
A: But “the important stuff” will always happen as planned?
Cade: “As planned” seems like a stretch.
A: But…
Cade: BUT!!! Military planners will tell you that 10% effectiveness of a battle plan is usually 100% successful.
A: And what is the goal?
Cade: 12%.
X: 2% can make the difference?
Cade: Was Caen eventually taken?
X: Monty had a tough nut to crack.
Cade: I doubt even Patton would have said differently.
X: But you don’t know.
Cade: I can only guess. Caen was on the eastern side of the line.
Z: But east was the objective…was it not?
Cade: From British and American perspectives…yes.
A: So it’s not a matter of “where were they”…as much as it was a matter of “when were they”…is that a fair assumption?
Cade: Yes. But even those two merge at times.
X: So…the goal is eventually achieved, irrespective of when.
Cade: To say that the lessons of warfare are not great teachers is foolish.
X: And yet…
B: You still refuse to read “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.
Cade: Yes.
Z: You might be missing some gems.
Cade: So…this is a case of “would you rather be the recipient of the first bullet fired in a war, or be the recipient of the last bullet fired in a war?”
X: We’ll go with that because it illustrates a good point.
Cade: Diplomacy makes too many assumptions via self.
T: WOAH!!! WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: Just because you personally would accept a deal that you have crafted, does not make it in any way, shape or form appealing to whoever you are “offering” it to.
X: You are thinking about that TV series Taboo with Tom Hardy.
Cade: Same shit. “This should really interest so-and-so” types of thinking. It makes entirely too many assumptions about an unknown via an unknown.
Z: And people get…twisty?
Cade: That’s an assumption based on a known.
X: BOOYAH!!!
Cade: …
X: Hmmmm….
Cade: Sorry…I don’t see it, and even if I do, it’s going to be fleeting.
G: Are you sure about that?
Cade: No.
G: Good answer.
Cade: …
^REZZ x knodis – Premonition^
“On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
Movie = Fight Club
There is a lot of room for misinterpretation in that sentence. No matter how poignant or pertinent an observation is, now, you have to apply it. Something that I see that gets missed right off the bat? Everything before. As in, now, and everything that led to now, and certainly the now that allowed you to meander across this astute observation.
EX: There is nothing wise about love.
And so, a decision was made at some point, to choose love over whatever other options may have been available at the time. So yeah…the bit above about “proving Jeremy Corbyn is a plonker”, all it takes is time. If you look for something, you will find it.
Q: What did you find within yourself?
A: ?¿?
Q: When?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…that’s the thing with audit-trails and accounting – it’s about what you miss. Even when if you try and make it about what you don’t miss…it’s still all about what you miss.
/me shrugs
^Rezz – Lucifer [NEST054]^
You have a map that leads to El Dorado. Now…all you have to do…is walk that path.
No room for choice and choices there, eh?
Yer prolly gonna have to stop and piss at some point. You may even need to eat along the way. Which means you are gonna have to crap at some point.
Anyone bring any toilet paper?
Have you contemplated how in the flying FUCK you intend on hauling tons of one of the heaviest elements known out of that jungle you barely survived walking though, carrying nothing but your own fat ass? Yeah, considerations to be considered there.
Take for example the following video about the search for a sunken WWII Japanese submarine called I-52. Sub I-52 was sunk in The Atlantic Ocean. It was carrying 500 tons of cargo from Japan to Germany. Two tons of which…was gold.
Hmmm…now why on EARTH would someone want to find a sunken Japanese submarine carrying 2 tons of gold? Granted that this search was done back in the mid-1990’s…but a quick search shows that gold is currently going for $1,255.80 per ounce as of July 22, 2017CE. Nevermind the historical significance of these particular bars themselves, which have been sitting 3 miles down on the bottom of the ocean floor since WWII.
32,000 ounces in a ton.
32,000 x 2 tons = 64,000 ounces
64,000 ounces x $1,255.80 = $80,371,000.00
Q: I wonder if there were any skeletons?
A: ...
^Search for the Submarine I 52 (Full Documentary) ||NatGeo||^
SO!!! Anti…Foaming…Agent…eh? Hey, no one says you have to buy the shit. You ARE the consumer afterall. Don’t buy it…simple. No, don’t lead a goddamn rebellion and/or crusade. Just…don’t participate. Problem solved. One less to worry about. The message will be received. May take some time…trickle-down being what it is…but they will get the message. You may even know some of “them” in that “they” when you get there.
^Nicky Romero – Toulouse^
I have no idea why this next one caught my eye (other than the obvious) but it did catch my eye, and I watched the whole thing yesterday. It’s a beautifully shot movie. The filmmaker makes some extremely astute observations about empire during the course of the movie.
Of all goddamn things, it made me think of some of my professors in college. Yeah…empire is empire. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. And I’m not attempting to be clever with a reference to Bigfoot there. But I am thinking about my DC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my AC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my Avionics professor. I am thinking about my English Literature professor. These people are very real. They are not some name that can be researched and located via tenure at some local shithole of a college.
I mean…yeah…you could look up that information if you wanted…but what does that tell you? That they exist? That they existed? I see my DC Circuits professor marching around the room talking enthusiastically in a very exited and vigorous fashion about the utter boredom that is Ohm’s Law and Coulomb’s Law.
Q: What do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
Better stated…
Q: Who do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
^NEW BIGFOOT DOCUMENTARY – Wildman: My Search For Sasquatch (Full Movie)^
Weirdos. Non-conformists. We just want shit to return to normal.
If shit like below, sprang and spawned from normalcy, then I would say that a return to insanity that is normalcy is akin to asking for more of the same.
Weird.
^ODDBALL THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO^
Yeah…if normalcy spawns war and chaos…does that imply that chaos spawns normalcy?
Pretty straightforward, eh?
Welp…I guess it’s this “return” business, or the notion of “returning” in the middle of the storm. Lots can prolly be said about the search for sanity via leaps and bounds. So I guess we need to discuss levels and leveling, and especially as that relates to involvement.
Step 1: Are you involved?
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it? But the topic of levels of removal within levels of removal are going to come up…so let’s ask a different question.
Step 2: Are you involved?
OH! You think that is the same question? Welp, you forgot time again. It was asked at different times under different auspices, so how can it be the same question? Yeah, vagaries can be powerful tools when fishing for information and/or farming information. Which I guess will bring us to framing information. Formatting.
So now that we are more proximate to the goings on, we can incorporate spin, spins and spinning into our thoughts. Especially taking relativity into consideration with respect to proximities. Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
^BLACK GRAPE – KELLY’S HEROES (THE MILKY BAR KID REMIX)^
Let’s think about that last statement a shade more.
Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
A Line.
A Segment.
A Section.
A Distance.
A Life.
Anyone else seeing the embedded “B” in those equations?
A Being.
Does that help?
A->B
Being A.
B->A
Does that help for the return trip?
Hey…all this shit is likely old hat to many. But it’s new to me, I just stumble across it. I personally balance myself out with “there is nothing new under the sun” kinds of opposing viewpoints. Helps keep me unbalanced. Yeah…my personal “balance” is “imbalance.” I excel when I am disoriented and completely out of sorts. This would be classified as my happy and/or quirky side. When I start figuring shit out in my serious mode via my more recognizable serious side? People tend not to like me very much.
Q: I wonder why that is?
A: I have some thoughts.
^Bassheads – Is There Anybody Out There?^
But what has been burning my brain this week, other than a lack of nicotine, is the thought that a rigidity becomes it’s own destructor. What do I mean by that? Saying a something.
EX: I Love You. This measure is established under the auspices of NOT saying it…as in…when someone does NOT say it. When what is said or not said becomes important? Especially as an edifice, welp…it was established under the pretenses of the chaos and destruction that is failure. So who failed who and when? So yeah…when did the concept of love leave that equation?
Sorry, but there is something eerily hollow about the pretenses that would establish such a foundation. Such as, my constantly waxing poetic about the mechanics of relationships as it pertains to ethics. I have no desire to establish anything. But that’s a trap isn’t it? That’s what I’ll be told.
So…are we spinning? Yeah, an acquired personal imbalance has better helped me to acclimate to the naturally occurring balance and imbalance that make up our Universe. The rest of the bullshit is political musings and amusements for those with nothing better to do I guess. If I was meant to find The Halls of Valhala…I’ll find them.
/me shrugs
^Robin Thicke (feat. T.I.+ Pharrel vs Rolling Stones (mashup by MadMixMustang)^
Q: Since when are you NOT part of my life?
A: Only you can answer this.
^Prince Honky Tonk Woman YouTube^
Anything else that anyone wants to talk about? HEY! Lemme message Roob real quick and see if she has anything.
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I like legs. But that is more related to my lust for females. So…let’s talk about something else.
So…I could try and make some female knees weak here by saying something clever like…
“I could travel the length of your legs forever, and never tire of their mysteries”
…but I’m not going to.
There is always something new to be found. And I’m not talking about cancerous tumors and/or razor bumps and/or new varicose veins and/or callouses and shit like that. But with respect to distances and distances traveled, there’s something to be said about such finds, eh?
Is it what you found?
Or that you found it?
Or both?
Or where?
As in…who else was there?
Prolly some other shit in there to consider as well. Such as in the case of a new relationship, a woman is prolly well aware of her “faults” and “shortcomings” as it relates to whatever self-stylized version of perfection they as an individual have adopted. But I just got here. Yeah…I had no idea that was there. Gotta cut me a little slack…k?
I found you interesting enough to find those interesting things that prolly you and only you know about. Which means you found me interesting enough to allow me to surf those otherwise uncharted and unknown beaches. Yeah…yer an ocean baby. And ocean and all of it’s parts. You are to me anyway.
Don’t ask. I mean you can…but no one really ever asks me anything. So yeah, ask away.
^Yello – Limbo (Official Video)^
If ever there was a list of shit to say that will NOT get you laid…I’ve just about perfected it. Not my intent nor my intentions, but I do seek honesty. I seek to be honest. If I recoil in horror because your breath smells as if you’ve been chewing rotten fish flavored bubble gum…I’m prolly gonna mention it. Maybe we should kiss while I have a giant wad of tobacco in my mouth and the evils will offset. Or you can just take a drink of my spit cup. Gotta think of myself in the event that whatever is generating that smell is communicable/contagious.
lolz
Which reminds me…I’ve been thinking about girl spit and that ‘girl spit smell’ a lot lately. You know that lingering smell of girl saliva after a lengthy smooching session? Yeah. Not so bad. But then again girls always smell nice. Even when they are wearing perfume.
Speaking of women…this young lady came up in conversation in a round about way today.
Musta been that comment I made earlier in the week about Saffron being the most expensive thing known to mankind.
^Peaches – Fuck the Pain Away^
I’ve run longer than expected. But then again, I wouldn’t have imagined that Roob would suggest something so pertinent to my interests. Maybe she’s just trying to get me used to the fact that I am in fact, single, and that at some point I may bump into a female who is interested in me.
That possibility still confounds me.
I was in for the long haul.
I just…had no idea that “the long haul” would end with me still breathing.
I’ve been working up to penning some short stories for the next Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader, due out for Halloween. Writing horror doesn’t come easy for me, so today I dipped into The Articles of Dume (written by my good friend the Doctor), during my lunch break, for instruction and inspiration…
*Fuck! I hope it doesn’t take forever, Clicky, the submission deadline is the end of September…*
Anyhoo… I thought I’d post the last of my three stories, but the first that I wrote, for Volume 1. The other two can be found here and here…
*Not yet, Clicky, but I’m trying…*
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Succulent Sardines
by Roo B. Doo
During daylight the faded grandeur was all too apparent but in the evening the flickering lamplight transformed the interior of Crossgate House into a Gothic nightmare.
‘Well, this is spooky as hell,’ Helena whispered to herself as she lightly skipped up the stairs toward the darkness of the top floor.
Paul was up there, waiting. All she had to do was find his champagne glass and then they would have a few precious minutes to indulge in the most dangerous aspect of their relationship – risky sex. Helena shivered at the prospect and wondered at the audacity of the man the financial media blithely referred to as ‘Golden Sacks’. Getting your rocks off during a game of Sardines at the company’s weekend retreat, was the epitome of risk-taking.
Helena paused as she reached the landing to duck under the heavy, velvet rope barrier and sign firmly stating, ‘STRICTLY OUT OF BOUNDS’. Big bucks can buy use of historical dumps with disturbing histories, but some areas remained firmly off limits. Especially to drunken financiers with little understanding of the meaning of priceless.
She risked a look over the handrail, but Helena couldn’t detect anybody else on stairs; the sound of muffled laughter in the distance below confirmed that only she and Paul were in his part of the house. The rest of the party were searching for him elsewhere. Only she knew where he’d be hiding in a ‘fuck ugly, black wardrobe’ that he’d discovered whilst snooping about earlier.
Slipping her phone from pocket, Helena shone its bluish white light down either side of a corridor until she spotted a fluted glass on a side table beside a heavy, wooden door. The champagne bubbles inside danced and popped as she approached. Helena downed it in one and gripping the cold brass door handle. Part of her hoped it was locked – they had been told these doors were locked – but it swung open effortlessly under her touch. With a final quick glance back the way she’d come, Helena quietly slipped inside the room beyond.
“Paul?” she hissed as she scoured the room for a glimpse of him. “Paul? Where are you? This must be the most stupidest idea you’ve had yet.”
Helena put down the glass and lifted her phone again to take in the dust sheet covered contents of the room. Along the back wall she spotted a large, black wardrobe. Creeping forward, she could make out grotesque figures carved ornately into the pitch coloured wood. Helena grimaced; the wardrobe was indeed very ugly.
“Paul, let me in,” Helena whispered urgently. She flinched from touching the door knob, a carved fist clutching a human heart. Closer still, the carvings appeared to cavort in the cold blue light streaming from her phone.
“We don’t have long. Fuck! It’s doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know you’ll be hiding exactly where you not allowed to. It won’t take those drongos long to figure it out. Let me in.”
There was a metallic click and the wardrobe door noiselessly and smoothly swung open. Helena sharply stepped inside and her lover closed the door behind her.
“You’re a bloody nightmare, this place is creepy.” Helena lent up and pressed her lips against Paul’s neck as he ran his hands down her back. She felt his fingers dig into her arse cheeks pulling closer toward him. “But, I can feel that you’re already hard. That should save some time.”
Helena slid to her knees and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Within moments she’d freed his throbbing cock from it’s rich trappings and greedily began to suck. After a while Paul sighed.
“You’re a wicked child. So, you liked my game suggestion? No, don’t stop.”
Helena redoubled her efforts. In the oppressive darkness, the sound of her slurping suddenly filled her with disgust. This felt like a risk too far, she decided. She wanted to get it over and she didn’t want her attentions reciprocated.
“You really are very good. He’s hopelessly wrong about the most important things, but he’s quite right about you.”
Helena paused and looked up into the blackness. “Who’s quite right?” Her stomach made a queasy roll. “Paul, I’m not feeling too good. Can we stop?”
“Him. Your banker boss.”
Helena stopped and leant back, putting distance between herself and Paul’s engorged penis. The curve of an expensive leather shoe press into her inner thigh as she sat back. Reaching between her legs, Helena groped the familiar texture of Paul’s exquisitely tailored trousers. Shoe and fabric where linked by a cold, bony ankle encased in a silk sock.
“No, don’t scream. Not yet. And no stopping. Please continue.”
With a cruel yank of her hair, Paul pulled Helena back into a pleasing position. He pumped her head back and forth, pinioning it in his hands.
“They won’t be able to hear you scream in any event. None of you heard his shrieks earlier,” he grunted and sped up. “Two hundred hungry years of solitude. You know, I was beginning to think nobody was left alive out there.”
Helena gagged at the forced pressure in her mouth. Bewildered tears ran from her bulging eyes. Please let someone come quickly, she thought as she succumbed to the darkness.
“As. You. Wish.”
Paul groaned long and loud as Helena’s body slumped onto him. He cocked his head at the sound of someone smashing the champagne glass in the outer room. Heaving Helena’s unconscious body away from him, Paul licked his lips and grinned.
“Yes, you’re very good and we will do that again. But for now, best to make space for the others. Now, I think it’s my time to gobble.”
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Right then. I’d better get on with it and get down to writing…
*/puffs out cheeks and blows… Got a suitable Song to finish with Clicky?*
On the 23rd April last year, Dear Reader, we were introduced to Pearl Mackie during the half time break of the Man U v Everton FA Cup semi-final match. Pearl would play Bill Potts, the 41st companion of Doctor Who…
*… and seen wearing a t-shirt with the face of pop star Prince, who died two days before, Clicky…*
Tomorrow afternoon, following the Wimbledon men’s tennis final, the 14th Doctor will be announced. There’s speculation that the new incarnation will be a woman…
*Wait, what?! Why are they saying 13? And that opening shot… Grenfell Tower much?*
*It’s like they’re locking the War Doctor away, to be forgotten about Clicky…*
*Hmm…*
The Hurt Locker received widespread critical acclaim and won six Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Bigelow won the award for Best Director; as of 2017, The Hurt Locker is the sole film by a female director to win in either category.
I can definitely see the new Who turning out to be woman, as I told Legs last week…
*So, who’d you reckon’ll be the new Doctor, Clicky?*
In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.
‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.
‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”
‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’
*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*
He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…
As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.
In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.
But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.
1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.
Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]
Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…
July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).
Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…
… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…
And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…
Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…
*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*
I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀
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Are you reading this?
Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.
Didn’t think about that…did ya?
I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.
Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.
BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.
❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^
If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…
Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?
A: ...
Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?
Q: Can you pass your own test?
A: …
So…you want someone like you?
Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?
What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.
You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.
Assuming that they are cooperative that is.
Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^
I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.
Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.
So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.
OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.
But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.
I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.
I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?
OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…
Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?
A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)
And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?
Q: What do all of these have in common?
A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!
But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?
A: ???
The next thing that popped into my head was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?
A: ¿¿¿
Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.
I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.
^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^
What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.
BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.
And tested.
And tested.
I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?
Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?
A: ?¿?
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.
^Alice In Chains – Would^
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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…
SUNDAY AFTERNOON – i.e. yesterday, quite late in the afternoon…
Ironing done and I was chatting to Cade via TwitterDM…
I’d been over at Red Frank’sMeroveesight, watching a documentary about a woman with 7 personalities and posting comets, when Cade sent through a link to his latest at The Unseen Synchro. I read it straightaway…
ApolloOlympian deity, god of music, poetry, medicine, etc., later identified with Helios, the sun god; the name is a Latin form of Greek Apollon, which is of uncertain origin. Beekes, after considering the alternatives, concludes, “In spite of repeated attempts, there is no IE etymology. … The name is probably Pre-Greek, and Hitt. Appaliunaš, mentioned in a treaty between Alaksandus of Wilusa and the Hittite king, may well be the Pre-Greek proto-form Apal’un.” The U.S. space program ran from 1961 to 1972.
yonder (adv.) “within sight but not near,” c. 1300, from Old English geond “throughout, up to, as far as” (see yond) + comparative suffix -er (2). Cognate with Middle Low German ginder, Middle Dutch gender, Dutch ginder, Gothic jaindre. Now replaced except in poetic usage by ungrammatical that.
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Hi!
<I.D. Under – Genericide – Genericide 1989>
X: You lost everything?
Cade: Yep.
Z: Everything?
Cade: 😐
Z: That’s no kind of answer.
Cade: Don’t change the subject.
Z: I will if I want to.
Cade: Fair enough.
Z: But…
Cade: I got nothing.
0: I could say…”you can say that again”…but I’m not going to.
T: I will.
Cade: Thanks.
B: I have a suggestion.
Cade: I’m all ears.
B: Why is that you think we don’t talk much.
Cade: Prolly because you’re dead.
B: But you didn’t know that until years after I had already died.
Cade: It doesn’t matter to me.
B: I don’t matter to you?
Cade: Not really.
B: That sounds awful hateful. AWFUL hateful.
Cade: If we weren’t buddies, pals or friends in life…why should that change just because you are dead?
B: You enjoyed my films?
Cade: Sure. Plenty of people enjoyed your films. Doesn’t make me want to chase you down for an autograph.
B: Now…you weren’t thinking about me there…were you.
Cade: Yeah…I was, but also someone else.
B: Under what context(s).
Cade: Stalkers…I believe is the popular parlance.
B: Catchy. Prolly sells a lot of newspapers and advertising space.
Cade: Do I really appear that glum and/or sardonic?
B: That would be sardonically ironic…wouldn’t it?
Cade: Sardonic thoughts, towards “media”…while talking to the ghost of an actor. Hmmm…yep.
B: What was…
Cade: NO!!! I won’t do it.
B: Why not.
Cade: Are you your name?
B: Not completely.
Cade: Well…there you go. We all have our reasons…don’t we?
Z: Leading questions are prohibited, banned, illegal and/or highly frowned upon.
Cade: lolz…That ought to about cover it.
0: So…let me get this straight. You’ll admit, to conversing with the ghost of a well known film actor…but you refuse to name names?
Cade: What the fuck good would that do?
B: No such thing as bad press.
Cade: lolz…welp…I ain’t in the mood for discussing the concept of remorse, prior to actually having a fucking reason for being remorseful.
X: Better safe that sorry…is that it?
Cade: You want me to call you on breaking your own rule(s) and/or established social pleasantries?
X: Only if you feel it necessary. 😉
Cade: K…well…I lost every fucking thing that I wrote…and I ain’t happy about it. Fair enough?
T: Lemme give it a think, and I’ll get back to you.
Cade: Thanks.
T: No problem.
X: Anything else.
Cade: I guess only…erm…everything else?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: You’re all about the multi-threading…I get that.
X: Do you?
Cade: Not really…but kinda…yeah. Not much to get really.
0: Now that’s just not nice.
Cade: So much for the effectiveness of multi-threading, eh?
0: I’m gonna reserve judgement for now.
Cade: Lemme know what you come up with.
X: …rawr…
<I.D. Under – Police State – The Lords of Nothing 1986>
Cade agreed to my suggestion and over the next couple of hours, I found out that B, from the missive above, is the ghost of a famous, male, American actor who has played the lead in his films. He died in the 21st century but not of suicide, accident or disease. No leading roles as soldier or cop, nor an Oscar win under his belt (probably – B wasn’t telling and Cade refused to look him up. I actually used a question up with “Can’t you look him up on Wiki?” */sigh…*).
Oh and the first letter of B‘s surname is a letter between M and Z…
That was Sunday, Dear Reader. If you think you know who B is, please feel free pop a comet down below. And until next time… Have a Song 😉
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
Following his last missive, Dear Reader, Cade the Okie Devil left a comment which Clicky insisted go up as a post of it’s own…
*Yes, yes, I know… /rolls eyes…*
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I just woke up, was gonna give an early, bleary-eyed re-read, and caught your “Mysterious 137” link that I had not noticed yesterday.
(sorry I missed it yesterday) 😦
Sometimes…we fail. 😦
^deadmau5 – We Fail (Original + Music Video)^
Fy – Feynmanium 137, immediately caught my eye, and some tumblers fell into place.
I gave it a quick read, and some more tumblers fell into place.
1,7 prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
4(000), 8(∞), 10/1(0), 11/(1)(1) prolly should have jumped out at me sooner, but they didn’t.
I guess if I would read some of this scientific crap here and there, I’d prolly stop stumbling around, but I don’t.
Q: Cade, why do you NOT read scientific papers?
A: Too "trade" oriented. Too much commerce on both the scientific AND business/commerce sides. Too exclusive and exclusionary.
Yeah…it gets nauseating reading all of the “potential applications” and “benefits to mankind” types of crap. Especially when these types of thinking exclude everything else.
Thinking about that now, we really do ride the razor blade on what gets investigated, when, how, and by whom, don’t we?
I guess that’s the problem, or at least a problem…”a benefit to all mankind…(rubs hands together)…and we’re the sole providers of said benefits…heh heh heh!!!”…types of thinking….on all sides…from all perspectives.
EX: You are one of these “radical environmentalists” that I hear about, who is going to get away from it all and live off of the land. You buy 200 acres of land “out in the sticks” @ $1,000 an acre, at a total cost of $200,000 (not including legal fees, taxes, etc.). Coal is discovered on the surrounding plots of land, and a large company swoops in and starts buying land @ $200,000 per acre so they can start strip-mining. You now have a choice…sell your land to the company for $40,000,000, or become an island in the middle of some future barren wasteland.
Q: Why do we as individuals have to think in these terms at all?
A: I dunno either.
But chances are, that you didn’t have the mineral rights to the land you occupy anyway, so the government is prolly gonna step in, make the company pay you back your $200K + some incentive cash, then send you packing.
(0)Gravite(0)…would prolly be an accurate “atomic number” representation for it.
Primarily because you will be able to detect it’s presence, but nothing else.
The best way that I could represent that here in text would be…
)0( or (0) or )0) or (0(
The “(” and “)” characters are going to be your strings. Pointers…if you will.
“0” is going to be either, a Tachyon, a Neutrino, or both…which will give you your “God Particle.”
>0( or (0> or >0) or <0(
Above Is going to be another representational set. Think “strings” and/or “strings with stings”…should help.
What I personally see…is a Tachyon…erm…”creeping in” to devices like The LHC very slowly over time, as the machine itself is built. Gotta keep the mechanics of The Universe and it’s constant motion in mind here. So, in this case, let’s call this particular Tachyon “A Tachyone”…since it’s going to be a single particle of Gravite that is going to be repositioning itself over a very long period of time, undetected and undetectable, repositioning constantly with the aid of it’s part and partner particle(s)…Neutrinos.
SO!!!….once the reactor is complete….you basically have this …(0)… in the proximate position where the first “collision” will take place…even before the machine is turned on.
(Starting to think now about membranes would be a good idea)
These strings outside of our Tachyon are going to direct all kinds of particles in all kinds of directions, at all kinds of speeds and trajectories, again…even before the machine is “actually turned on.” It’s been doing this long before the first bit of ground was broken to build this machine. Now…it’s just going to be a shade more…noticeable and/or detectable.
Holy FUCK!!! I just realized how much I’ve written….sorry Roob….but you prolly get the idea of what I’ve been thinking about over the past few years…and just haven’t had the words and/or balls to come out and say it. But I’ll save my breath here…and I’ll thank you for keeping me on that 137 path. I’ve though about it a lot, just never really associated it with my [1,7], [3,6,9], [0000] sets that I use to mathematically create all other numbers via “my”…
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∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
formula…”angles and trajectories for addition and subtraction via time”
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and
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A->+0+->BA->0+0->BB<-+0+<-AB<-0+0<-A
formula…”wheel of time” (there is a singular representation for this formula, but I cannot duplicate it here due to text’s limitations).
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Yeah…these are both quasi-linear representations, 7 dimensional models that work together to calculate and estimate time based on models that themselves are constantly in motion. They never exclude time because they are dependent on time to function, but they can appear static due to the length of time that they can calculate and the numbers that they can generate…both staggeringly massive and staggeringly missive 😉
So yeah…thanks for the link to the Feynman/137 crap. ❤
^The Prodigy – Out Of Space (Official Video)^
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There you go, Dear Reader, Cade’s comment with Clicky’s added vitamin K…
*’K… /hears knock… Ooh dinner! Clicky, Song… /gets up to answer door…*
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