… Anyhoo, I thought I’d post one of my stories from Anthology Vol. I, for you today, Dear Reader, so here is ‘Mind The Gap’…
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Amanda woke with a start. She hadn’t meant to sleep on the journey but the warmth of the carriage and soft whine of electrical tracks, coupled with the denseness of the report she’d been reading had lulled her into unwanted sleep.
“That was my foot.” A sharply dressed woman scowled down at her as the wall of bodies pressed together in front, swaying with the motion of the tube train.
Embarrassed, Amanda reached down to retrieve the report that had slipped from her lap. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the reddening dent on the bridge of the woman’s high heeled foot. With a look of disdain, the woman turned her back on Amanda.
The carriage no longer felt pleasantly warm as it had when she took a seat earlier at the start of her journey. It had become uncomfortably hot. Her mouth felt dry and the cloying smell of a dozen different perfumes, cologne and deodorant filled her nose. Amanda stuffed the report into the bag stashed behind her legs and wondered how far she’d travelled. The black tunnel walls rushing past behind her gave no clue and the bobbing heads above obscured her view of any map or sign showing the next station stop.
The tube started to slow. Keen to get out of the stifling heat, Amanda rose, knees audible popping which embarrassed her further. She pushed forward, through the tightly packed commuters, toward the carriage doors, dragging her heavy bag behind her. She thumped the door release to the sound of the bleeps and spilled out, being careful to mind the cavernous gap between carriage and platform that opened up before her. She was glad for the cool rush of wind, as the tube pulled away. It lifted her hair from her face and soothed her flaming cheeks.
Amanda watched the last carriage of the tube train disappear into the tunnel. She wasn’t exactly sure where she was but it couldn’t be too far out of the way judging by the number of passengers dressed for the City on the train. A walk and a frothy coffee would refresh her before the meeting, she decided, as she looked for a sign showing the way out up to the surface.
The platform was completely deserted. In the distance she glimpsed a black sign and gold letters – ‘WAY OUT’. Amanda heaved the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder again and walked briskly toward it. Above the soft hum of the Underground Network, the sound of her clacking heels echoed along the empty platform.
She sighed when she found the exit barred by a rusting metal gate. Amanda rattled it but it was locked. “Hello! Is anybody there?” Silence greeted her call. She rattled it again harder but the gate didn’t budge. Irritated now, she turned and walked back the way she’d come.
It was strange – no station name was displayed and she noticed that there were no posters on the curved wall opposite to the platform. No bright advertisements for holiday destinations, insurance companies or wonder supplements, just the faded outline of where they’d once clung. Amanda gave a gasp as, above her head, the platform lights suddenly flickered.
“Can I help you miss?”
Amanda screamed in surprise at the soft voice behind her. She turned to see a wizened man with a pinched expression looking intently at her.
“Yes!” she replied too loudly. “The exit is locked and I can’t find another one.”
The man continued to stare at her and Amanda felt herself start to redden under his gaze. She felt the need to explain. “I got off here by accident. I don’t even know where here is. Look, is there another way out of here? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to.”
She looked up and down the bleak platform unwilling to meet his piercing blue eyes. The sudden thought that she was alone on a locked and deserted platform, with a strange man invaded her brain. She felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and the weight of her bag dig once more into her shoulder.
The man’s face broken into a grin of yellowing horsey teeth. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He slipped one out and placed it between his lips. “Would you like one?”
Amanda looked on aghast. Smoking wasn’t allowed on the Underground. “No, I don’t smoke and you shouldn’t either.”
The man cupped his hand around the end of the his cigarette and lit it. He blew out a cloud of blue smoke that enveloped them both.”Oh yeah, why’s that then?”
“Because it will kill you.” Any fear she had felt was replaced with anger as she waved the noxious fumes away. “Sorry, can you not do that?”
The man responded with a deeper drag and longer plume of exhaled smoke. He started to laugh which turned into a cough. Amanda moved away. A glob of yellow brown phlegm shot out of his mouth and onto the track.
“You’re disgusting. I’m getting out of here.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked purposefully back toward the locked exit leaving the smoking man behind. She could still hear him laughing and coughing as she neared it. Dropping her bag, she grabbed the bars of the gate and shook them vigorously.
“Help! Can somebody let me out of here?!” Amanda glanced back toward the man but he was gone. As she turned her attention back to the gate, he stood on the other side smiling and winking at her, cigarette clamped between his teeth. His smoke stung her eyes and made her nose itch.
“How?” Amanda tightened her grip on metal bars and shook harder. Rust flakes drifted to the ground. “I demand you let me out of here!”
The smoking man took a final drag and flicked the lit end toward her. The butt brushed the sleeve of her coat and fell, still glowing, to the floor. Deftly, he lit another one.
“Argh! How dare you! Stop it!” She extinguished the dog end angrily under her foot. “Let me out, you horrible little man!”
The smoking man took another puff and looked at her coolly. “This station has been closed for many a year now. Haven’t had a train stop in a while. Generally it’s pretty dead around here.” He chuckled. “I know, perhaps you could walk down the track to the next one.”
Amanda stopped. How long had she been on this god forsaken platform? No other train had stopped or passed since she’d got off. The tunnel entrance yawned behind her.
“No. I have a better idea. Why don’t I ring the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment and smoking illegally?” She bent down and scrambled around her bag, pulling out the heavy report to find her phone. She swiped and prodding the display in dismay; there was no signal.
The smoking man was standing next to her on the platform. He bent down and picked up her report. He brushed the cover with his hand and read the title “Decisive Steps to Ensure a Tobacco-Free Future’. What are they, then?” He opened it and squinted at the words. A roll of ash dropped from his cigarette onto the open pages. He closed it with a thud. “Well, it’s certainly thick” he said appreciatively.
“Give that back!” Amanda yelled. She lurched for her report but he sidestepped her advance and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Her elbow bloomed with pain. “Oww! You bastard, that hurts!”
Nimbly the old man jumped down onto the track, waving the report above his head. With a final, exaggerated cough, he disappeared into the tunnel. “Come and get it.”
“Stop! Give that back to me right now!” She screamed in pain and frustration. The report contained additional handwritten notes; everything she needed it for her meeting and now it had been taken by a nicotine addict. Amanda got to her feet and cradled her arm. Dirt and blood from her grazed palm smeared the sleeve of her coat and she was covered in the stink of smoke.
A sudden rage of righteousness engulfed her. How fucking dare he? How dare he? The filthy smoker had not only caused her pain and humiliatingly stolen her report, but now she was in no fit state for her meeting. No, she would get it back and then she would kick the shit out of him for good measure. She lowered herself down onto the track. How far ahead can he get with those smoke riddled lungs?
Amanda marched into the tunnel but as the suffocating black closed in, her fury and indignation soon turned to fear. What was she doing following this man? She stopped to think. “Did he say trains don’t come through here or stop here?”
In the darkness she heard a gentle cough. “Stop here.” As once again, Amanda felt a breeze lifting the hair from her face and cooling her flaming cheeks.
Another missive from The Okie Devil for you now this Sunday evening, Dear Reader…
*Let me guess… /squints… You’ve got Song lined up too, Clicky…*
*I knew it!*
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Howdy! It seems that Roob was able to finally get her post out of her system, post my quasi-getting something sort-off my unimpressive chest, post her finishing her stories, post her posting of some of mine, post me re-posting some of mine…so…I’ve got nothing better to do.
Q: What about you? You got anything better to do?
A: ???
Let’s….proceed.
^Gorillaz – Andromeda (Bonobo Remix)^
Membranes: Pressure veils?
If you think in terms of “resistance with a purpose more than simply resistance”…maybe these weird sacks that make up us, and pretty much the rest of The Universe, will make more sense.
Q: What does “the micro” NOT know about life “in the micro?”
A: I'm gonna guess for us here.
Not really gonna guess for us…but yeah…I’ve made some guesses.
I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they are prolly NOT going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.
I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they ARE prolly going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.
Long story short…prolly won’t be saying anything “earth-shattering” here. Don’t hate me just because I have convinced myself that I can swim in multiple channels at the same time, and yet am still just swimming in a single channel. It’s just a channel with multiple channels. Sound familiar? It should. We are multi-dimensional beings afterall. I think it’s difficult for some to get their heads wrapped around this concept, because they are always dissecting shit and putting it back using only their own methods. Add their interpretation of the assumed original methods of assembly without including your OWN methods of assembly…and yeah…a recipe for disaster.
EX: Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Prone….Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Standing.
Q1: How is “prone-position/posture” relative to “standing-position/posture?”
A1: ?¿?
Q2: What is the position of the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?
A2: ¿?¿
Q3: What is the position of the monitor monitoring the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?
A3: ¿??¿
Q4: How’s your posture?
A4: ?¿¿?
^Gorillaz – We Got The Power (Claptone Remix)^
So yeah…ALCOHOL!!!
Q: How does alcohol “go wherever in the FUCK it wants to go, whenever in the FUCK it wants to go there?”
A: Prolly cause it's drunk. lolz
But I’ve been thinking quite a bit about spin and spins as it relates on the micro level(s), and how that translates to spin and spins as it relates on the macro level(s) via the micro level(s) and vice versa. Yeah…me being me…all this is transpiring at the same time AND at different times…all at the same fucking time. Think of that as “Newton’s 3rd Law Run Amok.” Think “Fractals” in this respect, and suddenly that blurry fuzzy image will prolly clear up real fucking quick.
Then it’ll get fuzzy again…
then it’ll clear up again…
and so on.
Maybe think of asynchronous communication that is happening synchronously. Just not synchronously in the way that “truly” synchronistic communication is typically interpreted. Start adding adjectives without removing them at the same time…and you might fall into a rut. Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing or anything…but I digress.
I’ve been thinking of Alcohol as it relates to the body and Alcohol’s behavior in the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. I see a connection there with respect to the way in which Strontium enters the body and how it behaves within the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. Although those two sentences/scenarios are very similar, they are intentionally worded differently due to the way that these two elements enter the body.
Think intents, intentions with respect to intentional/unintentional and/or fortunate/unfortunate…
and suddenly…
we have new players in town.
^alt-J – In Cold Blood (Official Audio)^
Last night…just before midnight, the sirens started sounding around here. Since I live at the base of “Tornado Alley” in the United States, and since this is spring in The Northern Hemisphere…under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have thought a thing about it seeing as I am a seasoned veteran of “rowdy and rambunctious weather.” But that’s not the vibe from last night. Afterall, yesterday, April 7th…it appears that the country in which I live ordered an airstrike using cruise-missiles against another sovereign nation. A quick glance at “the news” revealed that this attack of ours was “to send a message to Syria.”
Q: What…are the phone lines down? Diplomatic channels having difficulties?
A: ???
“Is it snowing in space?”
– Phil The Weatherman
Movie = Groundhog Day
^The Weeknd – I Feel It Coming ft. Daft Punk^
So yeah…messages. I just know that in this part of the world, or emergency sirens mean one of two things…
A) You are about to die.
B) You are about to die.
The only thing that changes is the method and/or time/times that you may have left.
A) You are about to die via a tornado.
B) You are about to die via a nuclear attack.
Both tornadoes I guess. Just…one is a little more vertical than the other over different times. This planet of ours is spinning afterall. When spin meets spin, things get wack.
A) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos chaos.
B) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos calm.
Sure…you prolly have a better chance of survival in a tornado than in a nuclear attack. But think about that. Ever been in a tornado? Because I don’t see the difference between the two. All timelines that converge in this manner, are…um…timely.
^Gorillaz – Rockit (Official Video)^
So let’s start at the mouth. Since I am devoid of my tonsils/adenoids, I have a special appreciation of the concept of swallowing, and the mechanics that make it both possible and impossible at different times. You prolly do to…maybe just haven’t thought about it as much as I have, or maybe you have. I don’t know…so let’s keep going.
Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment?
A: ?¿?
Afterall, the micro IS the macro of the micro. So yeah…everything that operates there prolly has a good bead on how things operate in the micro/macro, as well as the macro/macro where we live. It IS a simultaneous thing afterall…so yeah.
Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment, when it is uncapable of making a distinguishment between either in either context?
A: ¿?¿
I’m gonna “take a stab at this one.”
With respect to the body in the above question? The body gets clever.
“You are oh so sly…but so am I.”
Movie = Manhunter
^LEMONSODA ラムネ (Epilepsy Warning)^
So thinking of the body as a sack of sacks, or a membrane full of membranes, I would imagine that virtually every part of the body is VERY good at sensing change and changes. Rhythm and rhythms. In my mind, this would make the body super-d-duper good at sensing pressure changes. When to allow them, and when to prohibit them, and when to not have a fucking CLUE as to how to proceed.
Pro Tip: First Clue = FOUND!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
Afterall…we are alive. And the purpose of life is to survive. Hence…the mystery is already solved. We just have to walk the distance now. I get the feeling that our bodies will come with us in this quest.
I wonder if we would be so kind as to accompany it in return?
Food for thought.
ANYWAYZ…yeah…the body has just detected that it has no fucking clue what to do in a certain situation under a certain set of circumstances. If you keep time in mind here, maybe the concept of “muscle memory” will make more sense. Maybe even add “Fight or Flight” in there with two additional options…”Fawn or FON.”
Fawn = duck and cover in fear because you can neither run nor fight, and whatever happens from here happens as I have no choice in the matter.
FON = I’m about to rope-a-dope your ass, because I can take any beating you can dish out.
So yeah…our body has encountered a situation in which it does not know what to do. I think it important to point out that “not knowing what to do, IS…knowing what to do…you just don’t know how to do it yet.”
Smacks of evolution and genetic change/mutation, eh?
Yeah well, in MY mind anyway…the models of DNA and how it works, makes the most complex of current scientific models look like a single node on a single node of a single transaction that requires countless numbers of similar yet different node/nodes acting in unison just to make the first motion in concert together to register the first sequence of what could be billions of billions of similar transactions over the course of nanoseconds over years. Yeah…the numbers I see here are fucking HUGE. One at time of course…but there are so many ones in there, that when I start to get exponential…the numbers boggle the mind from cell to cell, and cell type to cell type, and beyond.
If you think of tumblers in a lock, that might help a bit. But you are prolly gonna leave out time and times over time there, and that’s OK for now, but no…not really. If you are someone who is doing what I think you might be doing. Meaning: You might just be someone who is already knee-deep in this shit, feeling like you are being led-on by a complete imbecile. To your credit, you are prolly correct on all counts. Good for you.
^Gorillaz – Spitting Out The Demons (Official Audio)^
I dunno about anyone else, but I myself am so fucking knee-deep in shit I never wanted to think about, that at times I just want to fucking stop writing. But if I do that, I’m left only with thinking about this shit, and the guilt that goes with not even trying. So…I’m trying. Yeah…I have no classical training in next-level types of thinking. But yeah…I do. I went to your schools same as anyone else. But they bored me to fucking tears. When I wasn’t bored to tears, I was being beaten to tears physically by some bully. Just…part of it I guess.
But anyway, yeah…your schools…I went to them. I actually read during most of my classes. In math, I’d be reading literature. In literature, I’d be ignoring my math book and looking at some hot girl across the room who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire, even if I paid her to do it. When I was in P.E. I was prolly doing something as related to being completely disinterested in these state-mandated physical exercises that I had no ability to do whatsoever.
So what if the kid has asthma? Get the kid an inhaler…that’s what they are made for.
Very compassionate. Very exceptional behavior you have there towards the exception.
^Lorn – Acid Rain (Official Music Video)^
So looking at that previous picture above, right there with all the weird shapes and shit on it… surprisingly, what caught my eye was a static image. Seems to me that there might be something in two of those shapes that explain both the concept of a tesseract and singularities. But that’s just me.
OH, and “zero time based change” seems to be in there as well. And that would be, “something that that happens to happen, that is not based in time as we understand it”. Meaning, the concept of zero and simultaneousness where change is possible and does occur, but no time nor motion is required to facilitate this change. It just…happens.
^AC/DC What’s Next To The Moon UK Version HD^
So now that we have started to swallow via mastication and salivation, I get the feeling that there are some membranes that are functioning there to facilitate this process that is happening, as well as anticipating the facilitation of the processes to come. If we think about some X-Ray film of someone masticating and swallowing, we can think about motion with respect to classical geometry AND fractals of both repeating AND non-repeating types happening at the molecular level(s) with respect to atomic spin and spins that work in unison with everything else. We are talking about a single body that is ingesting something “foreign” afterall. But keep this contextual, and it’s maybe not so creepy or foreign. We do breathe, we do circulate, almost as if the body needs to keep moving in order to remember how to keep moving.
Thinking about light/lights and lighting now…I can only think of Malcolm Young from AC/DC and his issues with Dementia. Thinking about all of the lights and lighting that he has been around over the years. The change and changes of this light and lighting, their types, and the different types of power and powers that power them. The sound and sounds, night after night, and day after day after traveling the world, and the adjustments that he and his band mates have encountered and endured over the years.
I dunno…maybe “Dementia” is a type of Epilepsy that manifests differently. Maybe light/lights lighting has something to do with that. Maybe it effects everyone differently in the same way. I guess it just depends on the path we are on.
^Gorillaz – Revolving Doors – The Fall^
Yeah…keep that whole person, whole and intact while dissecting that person in order to keep that person whole and intact, and you just might be successful.
We do the best we can with what we have.
All we have, is each other.
^AC/DC Riff Raff UK Version HD^
I was, and am, a HUGE AC/DC fan. They were my favorite band as a kid, but I never got to see them live. Weird eh? Welp…I wasn’t allowed to go to concerts. I eventually started going anyway, but don’t tell anyone…k? 😉 Anyway, yeah, it was heartbreaking to hear what was going on with Malcolm, and I’m sure that his brother Angus has had a great deal of difficulty. As I understand it…Angus may be the star, but Malcolm is the boss. I guess Angus’s onstage antics prolly is what I relate to the most, but I honestly feel more like Malcolm or Cliff or Phil with respect to “doing what we do.” Everything that we do is hard. I dunno, maybe that’s why it’s called hard-rock. Because it looks simple, but just ask Pete Townsend if “windmilling” is easy. Dragging your fingers @ warp 7 across taught metal strings?
Yeah…what could possibly go wrong there? lolz
Anyway…yeah…Malcolm’s membrane sack full o’membrane sacks has prolly been subject to some change and changes over time. Over times over time even. Lotta changes in aircraft over the years, and that motherfucker right there has prolly been on an airplane or three. Jesus, the dude is from Australia. Australia is so far away from every fucking thing else, that it can easily alienate it’s own down self prolly. lolz. Prolly meets itself coming the other way at times. Sorry, that prolly doesn’t make much sense to some, but it makes a helluva lot of sense to me. Just thinking, that someone from Australia flies so damn far to get anywhere else, that they wind up right back in Australia because they didn’t count on the distance traveled as the Earth/Terra is spinning.
Take off at one airport
and 17 hours later
land at the same fucking airport.
Sorry….but lolz, also thinking of Admiral Byrd taking off from Antarctica, and landing at The North Pole via Agartha, then somehow winding up back in Antarctica. I bet the post-flight conversations were…interesting.
^AC/DC Up To My Neck In You UK Version HD^
We know when we are hungry, and we also have a knowledge of relative times with respect to eating and/or when we are allowed/able to actually eat. So yeah…as far as singularities go, if we work backwards on the events that have transpired to inspire us to focus on eating or drinking, it might help understand the act of eating or drinking themselves, and why they seem to work so flawlessly and effortlessly. It might also help us to think about things like Saccharin and how and why they work they way that they do within the body. Maybe even think about eating something you do not want to eat, in relation to doing something that you do not want to do. I guess mind and body ain’t so different afterall. But at the same time…yeah…they are different. VERY different. So very different, that they are almost indistinguishable.
Lemme put that a different way if that sounds confusing to some. (Damn sure it’s a confusing concept to me).
DIFFERENT + DIFFERENT = DIFFERENT DIFFERENT?
Images and imaging.
Similar, not same.
^AC/DC Kicked In The Teeth UK Version HD^
Yeah…I get the feeling that by the time whatever you just ate hits your stomach…it’s good and fucking ready for something to be there. The question is, does it know what it is? Welp…do you? You ate that whatever it is that you just ate. What was it? What was in it? Are you happy to be eating it/happy you ate it or anything else for that matter? Have you been happy lately with what you have been eating? Have others been happy with what you have been eating lately?
Here and there in my writing(s), I’ve postulated that “shutting a certain something off” from your body is going to cause it some distress. I mean, that was your intent right? To “jolt” yourself? Welp, it seems to have worked. Now what? Or had you planned that far? Me either. Sometimes we just gotta do what we feel like doing, and we’ll figure out “step 2” when and if we get there. There are some that might say that this type of thinking has a “look without leaping” or “leap without looking” kinda vibe to it. But really, who likes to jump into or off of things that we don’t want to jump off of or into? I think “eyes closed” would prolly be Standard Operating Procedure.
“Parachutes/Skydiving. Idiots intentionally jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.”
^Childish Gambino – Terrified (Official Audio)^
The body has anticipated the arrival of something, in certain areas at certain times, because your body has requested this certain something to arrive, and it has/is tracking this arrival every step of the way. Sounds almost like tracking a package via the tools that we have available to us these days. Yeah..all kinds of things like that tend to “come out” or “express themselves” in all sorts of creative ways. It just depends on how we look at things. When we are or are not allowed to look at things, those things will express themselves in some form or fashion over time. That’s why I think that hiding things is one of the best ways to single it out for detection. Because the path that got this whatever singled out for being hidden has already been singled out…the question becomes…now what?
How do we proceed? I guess that’s why it’s so easy for me to think about encryption and breaking encryption. That encryption and it’s routines have been developed over time irrespective of it’s completion time. That means the the methods and motives behind it’s development are known, which means that encryption has to be created in such a way that it can be broken deciphered. And even if you create something under the auspices of being unbreakable, that too can also be broken. If it can be assembled, it can be dissembled. Yes…even if you destroy everything as it has been created. There is ALWAYS going to be lag there. Create something that has no gaps, and you are about to be in deep shit. But that was the intent from the start, right?
^Caravan Palace – Wonderland^
Why get rid of something you might need? That’s prolly why the body works the way that it does with respect to speed and speeds and distances. Distance is another parlance for size, so yeah…spin and spins and spinning. Kinda like a spider spinning up one of its catches. How better to distinguish one thing from another, than a model or template that does just that? Yeah…a lot of chemical and electrical stuff going on within the body. But it’s not that simple. There are light and lights, and energy and energies, and transfer(s) and movement(s) and action(s) and exchange(s) that are happening “here”…that will be completed “there.” We have no idea where and what and why that may be. Because everyone is different.
Their lives are different. Their environment is different.
Similar <> Same
Similar = Similar
Similar = Same
“A” human that is…becomes “The” human that they are.
Different = Different
Flow.
^CAZZETTE – She Wants Me Dead (CAZZETTE vs. AronChupa) [Official Video] ft. The High^
Q: If I base my work on yours, does that make my work unoriginal?
A: ???
Q: If my work based on your work makes my work unoriginal, does that make your work unoriginal?
A: ?¿?
Q: What is/was your work based on, and were they unoriginal as well?
A: ¿¿¿
Yep…you’ve taught me everything I know. Thanks. 🙂
What in the FUCK does originality have to do with getting things done? I mean…I thought things were going down the shitter, and something needed to be done? What makes you the authority? The authority or the authorizor of that authority?
When and where?
^Fever The Ghost – SOURCE (official music video)^
So…can you really not get your head wrapped around the concept of your body independently making decisions? That at some point, your body encounters something in which it decides…
“Hey. I’m gonna hang on to that for a while.”
Doesn’t matter what it is, nor even whether or not the body knows what in the fuck it is or not. Because the decision has been made, for some reason, “I’m hanging on to this particular something.” Almost has a “memory” kind of ring to it. At least, that’s been my thinking with respect to the body. And not just within the DNA or even this “junk-DNA” that science talks about. We have all kinds of genetic information within us in all kinds of places. What we tend to ignore are the transactions themselves, and the transactions that transact to facilitate these transactions.
Yes…there are certain specific purposes within certain areas of the body. But why wouldn’t a membrane, such as “the blood-brain barrier”…actually NEED to be breached. Perhaps even…request to be be breached. To allow something through, that normally should not be allowed through. When you think about the energies and fields that surround us internally and externally, both within and of the body itself, and without and through the body itself. We are part of our environment.
Maybe that’s why we sometimes look at things in such a disposable manner.
Eat, Sleep, Shit, Fuck, Die. Welp…it’s a start.
Now ya just gotta figure out those blank spaces. Kinda…”fill in the blanks” kinda thing. Kinda pass/fail in a more forgiving manner. Maybe we get to try again, maybe not.
/me shrugsWhatevz
^Flume – Fantastic feat. Dave Glass Animals^
I called my mother to check on her earlier today, after last night’s air-raid sirens “scare.” She was unfazed, all chipper and happy sounding, and headed out the door to practice her Easter Cantata music with her church choir. She’s the church pianist, so…yeah. She fucking LOVES Easter and Christmas. That means music, and a shitload of it. Or ‘sheetload’, if you’ll pardon the musical parlance. But anyway, yeah, unfazed by the sirens. She said that “she thought that she heard them, but didn’t think anything of it.” Yeah…we’re kinda…numb to sirens around these parts. Not like you can do anything at that point.
It was only on MEROVEE this morning that I learnt that the Grand National was being run today, Dear Reader…
*The Year I was born, Clicky… 50 years… /sigh… A rank outsider, who’d of thunk it?*
I had no idea of what horses were running this year so I decided to take a look…
*Knot easy, Clicky! So many names… And you know how I like turning handles…*
I’d decided I’d pick three horses and a £1 each way bet would be placed on each. The first would be the rank outsider, for Foinavon…
*Finished 15th, Click… Hooray for pipe…*
The second horse I selected because it sounds like a blue Roobee 😉 Red Frank had recently posted ‘Blue Origin‘…
*Yeah, unseated the rider Twiston-Davies… Blue Frank has a ‘twist on‘ today, Clicky… Hmm, I hope he’s right…*
My third choice for the race was immediately obvious (to me, but maybe to you, too, Dear Reader, you’ve employed your own ‘Clicky’ thus far in this post); however, there was another, specific reason for me choosing it… And that was The Okie Devil, Cade. Earlier this week I’d sent him my favourite philosopher quote…
…Sew, my third choice was obvious in a synchromystical sense…
*Yes! …/punches air… I picked the winner! Shame Thoughtful Man took 12/1 at the bookies… /sigh… You know, Grandad S was called Arthur, Clicky… My name’s in there, too…*
If you’ve never heard of Arthur Schopenhauer before, Dear Reader, hear is an overview…
*/squawks with laughter… The local kids called his dog Mrs Schopenhauer…*
After the stake money was subtracted, I ended up with a small profit, which Thoughtful Man just delivered home in the form of battered sausage and chips… Yum!
*/rolls eyes… You’re quite the Sauce Age fiend, Clicky…*
Have a pleasant Saturday evening, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉
Feeling a little poorly on Saturday evening, I went to bed and watched the movie, ‘Passengers’…
It’s not a great movie, one where the trailer tells you pretty much all you need to know. One thing, though, that I did find interesting was the inclusion of The Shining’s Gold Room…
*Yeah, I took a double take when I saw that, too, Clicky…*
*”You look like a whisky man” …/rolls eyes…*
I supposed it was done on purpose, as an homage to Stanley Kubrick, a fact that was confirmed yesterday when I happened across a post on the subject at ‘Twilight Language‘. The post also brings up the odd coincidence that Michael Sheen’s (Arthur, the android bartender on the Avalon) father earns a living as a looky-likey for Jack Nicholson.
One glaring omission though is that the lead female character, Aurora Lane, like Jack Torrance in The Shining, is a writer…
This shouldn’t be overlooked (pun intended) as, also, from the TL post:
‘Via Twitter, I bemoaned to Alex Fulton at Crypto-Kubrology Twitter that “modern Cryptokubrology is frustrating when Shining scenes are in new films w/out sync-reasoning.”
‘To which Fulton replied that “modern films w/ 237s inserted… hard not to assume the filmmakers just being clever. Pre-Shining 237s are where it gets weird.”‘
One of my favourite films about writing is the Jimmy Stewart, Margaret Sullavan film ‘The Shop Around the Corner’…
‘The Shop Around the Corner is a 1940 American romantic comedy film produced and directed by Ernst Lubitsch and starring Margaret Sullavan, James Stewart and Frank Morgan. The screenplay was written by Samson Raphaelson based on the 1937 Hungarian play Parfumerie by Miklós László. Eschewing regional politics in the years leading up to World War II, the film is about two employees at a leathergoods shop in Budapest who can barely stand each other, not realizing they’re falling in love as anonymous correspondents through their letters.
The film was remade in 1998 as ‘You’ve Got Mail’. I love this version too, and features the actress Jean Stapleton, who plays Birdie…
And this connects back to The Shining as Stapleton Airport is the one Dick Halloran flies into on this way to the Overlook hotel…
*Incidently, Clicky, Stansted Airport in Essex was used as the location for the interior scene at Stapleton Airport…*
Passengers also has a character, a black man, that comes to rescue and subsequently dies – Laurence Fishburne… Morpheus of The Matrix fame…
Starting in the medieval period, the name Morpheus began to stand generally for the god of dreams or of sleep.
Anyhoo, I think that’s enough for tonight, Dear Reader, so I will finish on a Song…
“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me. He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.
“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.
He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”
“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”
Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.
“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”
He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”
“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.
Saturday Night
I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀
“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”
I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…
*Heh Heh Heh…*
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It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!
Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.
^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^
There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.
And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.
Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!
^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.
But if you will also notice...
All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.
How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfuckingP.
The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.
Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
Lift passes.
Skis/boots/poles.
Warm clothes.
Money to facilitate the above.
TA DA!!!
Simple.
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^
As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.
So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.
Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).
So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of
“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”
Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…
“HolyFUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”
Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.
There’s always a better way.
These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.
Q: Now what?
A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^
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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*
I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…
*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*
*Oh okay…*
I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them. I posted about the first at MEROVEE…
Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…
Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.
Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…
In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.
And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…
Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…
Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!
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Before I end this particular post…
I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.
That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.
Afterall…we always get to the end first.
No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.
LET'S ROCK THIS MOTHERFUCKIN HIZZAY!!!
(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)
^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^
I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.
Must be something wrong.
Let’s investigate.
^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^
So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.
Just kidding.
I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.
Just kidding.
I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.
There outta be a law against that kind of shit.
^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^
Q: How many nipples do you have?
A: O RLY?
Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?
A: YA RLY!
I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.
GARSH-DARNIT!!!
Anyway…erm…yeah…nipples.
May I see yours?
(Ladies Only/18++ Only)
Send pics to me@mywebsite.not
^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^
So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump willbe elected to a second term.
WTF?!?!?!?
Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”
WTF?!?!?!?
The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?
Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.
I mean...WTF?!?!?
I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”
So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…
A + B = X
Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”
A: ???¿¿¿
I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.
Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿???
Anyone?
^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^
What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”
It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.
That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.
EX: Does duplication = equal?
Q: For how long?
A: !!!
Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.
As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.
I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.
If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…
BEAN CHIPS!!!
^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^
I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.
Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.
Anyway…
yeah.
Or something.
Reason = Reasons = Reason
Or not.
Whatevz.
^BlackGummy – Incoming^
Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.
I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.
Next UP!!!
!!!-N¿U?N¿?Y¿A-!!!
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.
Q: Is time really…relative?
A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.
SIMPLE!!!
Mystery = Solved!Next!
^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^
Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?
A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>
The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.
We are capable of many and much.
Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.
But it’s kinda relative.
Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?
Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.
I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.
I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.
Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.
I gots no answers.
But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.
Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting. Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening. Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside. Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good. Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing] Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point? Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times. Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box? Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.
Dear Reader, it is Valentine’s Day and I have not received any chocs, flowers, cards or bouquets of balloons… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man did bring me a warm sausage roll, which I wolfed down double-quick as he drove me home from work this afternoon. He never lets anyone eat in his cab…
*Yes, Clicky, feeling kinda special…*
*/squints… Clicky… /picks up brick… You, too, can have a special ‘ed, you know… *
*Then behave assistant o’ mine… /puts down brick… Look hear, we’ve have a missive from Cade to prepare for Dear Reader…*
*/:D… Yes, I think it will…*
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I wonder what kind of monitors spacecraft have on the outside of the spacecraft for sampling/monitoring the outside environment? And I’m not talking monitoring the light and/or energy spectrum/bands 100 to 100,000 to 100,000,000 miles or further away…I’m talking right outside the spacecraft.
^DJ S.K.T – Take Me Away (Ft. Rae)^
So what choo up to today? I found some funny assed videos of some dude “trolling” in Microsoft’s Flight Simulator online, and recording the shenanigans. He’s funny as shit. Sharp wit, just rolling with the whathaveyou. You can tell that he’s “teaching” in his own way, but also trying to make it fun. His joining “a military aircraft only” server, and methods for continually getting kicked from the server for “failing to comply”…are…interesting. (that clip is in the first video below…FYI)
^Trolling a “MILITARY AIRCRAFT ONLY” Session – Flight Simulator X (Multiplayer)^
^GLIDER Pilot Declares EMERGENCY! (Trolling in Flight Sim X Multiplayer)^
^Trolling a FAN in Flight Sim X! (Multiplayer F-18 Intercept)^
^FUNNIEST FLIGHT SIM MOMENTS OF 2016!^
Don’t tell me what cannot be done…tell me what needs to be done.
You can tell me what a piss-poor job I did…comparatively to others, when it’s all over with.
Buncha Private Pilots landing an Airbus A-320 in a full-motion simulator…and fucking NAILING the landings.
BOOYAH!!! and BooM Baby!!!
^Private Pilots Attempt to Land an AIRLINER (Airbus A320 Full-Motion Simulator)^
So what's all this about, Cade?
Welp…did some more thinking on Nitrogen last night. This “inert” gas. Thanks to some prodding by RooBeeDoo via a Twitter conversation…I had a quasi-meltdown with respect to some of the shit that I am, and have been, thinking about with respect to pressure and pressures of gasses over time over times AND over times over times.
What does that mean?
Welp…take an average commercial flight from A to B. Out of respect to Rob Stewart. we’ll take this particular flight from St. Maarten to somewhere in the continental U.S. of A., since thinking about it now…some of the flight, will be over water, and some will be over land…which will get us to maybe some convective type(s) of thoughts with respect to moisture and moisture contents of the air in and around the aircraft, and maybe even moisture contents in and outside of the passengers on-board the aircraft. We do, afterall, inhale and exhale moisture(s). So yeah…
one last thing to think about…
erm…
pressure and pressures in those ethereal realms of…
"THE NEGLIGIBLE!!!"
So yeah…
diving…
Vertically and Horizontally…
in all kinds of fluids and liquids…
and…
MEMBRANES!!!
So yeah…
energy and energies.
That in-flight meal prolly just went from shitty looking, to awesome looking, to shitty looking, all in about 0 pico-seconds.
Spin…
and spins…
and swing…
and swings.
I almost got killed in one of these once.
The Zlin 242-L.
^Zlin 242 aerobatics^
So what got me to thinking…is thinking about Depleted Uranium and spall. Especially as it relates to a nuclear detonation. So that means Strontium…which appears to go to straight into human bones…and then, just…stop. So yeah…X-Rays and Gamma Rays. But what about Beta Waves and/or Beta Rays?
Q: How does the existence of life beyond Earth/Terra and/ir Extra-Terrestrial Life…prove the non-extistence of God/gods/the gods and shit like that?
A: ???
I was just talking to my oldest son, to ask his permission to use his equation in its totality, so that I might better be able to explain mine. We talked for over an hour, and I did my best to explain some things that I have been working on for the last 3/4 years and how that related to his equation. Just a few minutes in, he made the following two statements…
“Did you have a ‘Will Hunting” moment or something?”
“Have you figured out time-travel?”
I laughed at both of course, but tried to explain to him how his equation and my applications of his equation helped me to arrive at mine, which helped explain some missing pieces in my mind about everything from how to more-successfully plan a vacation or goal of any kind, to help better explain curved space and spaces, to help me understand “my” element that I have always called “Gravite.” That is what spawned him asking me…
Q: “Dad? Have you discover time-travel?”
A: No. But yes.
But…think more of time,
and maybe a better explanation
of what it is.
I then showed him how to extrude his equation into a 3-dimensional space, and then add the 4th-dimension of time. I tried to go into the “4 dimensions of time in a 3-dimensional space”…but his eyes boggled so I backed off on that a bit, and showed him how to think a little differently about “operators” with respect to “symbols”…especially in a 3/4 dimensional space.
EX: A circle, like in his equation, that is divided horizontally AND vertically into 4 equal pieces.
Now…take that circle, and rotate it 45° in either direction.
+ becomes x
I stayed away from 0, but I did show him “my” equation of ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞…and told him that without his equation, I never would have come up with mine. Anyway, I explained my intentions in using his, and he said…cool. So…yeah, and stuff.
🙂
^OK Go – The Writing’s On the Wall – Official Video^
Admittedly, I’ve been trying to go easy on the “Wavy Walls” because I know that they are/can be, a real pain in the ass to edit. However, I…erm…just needed to…stretch my legs a bit. Speaking of which…one of the topics of conversation-ish sorta…was passengers on long commercial airline flights who sit for long periods of time without getting up and “stretching their legs”…who wind up dying. The culprit…is usually diagnosed as Deep-Vein Thrombosis or DVT. I sat on on airplane once, for 10.5 hours straight, never got up once, and I didn’t die. Maybe there is something more to this. Like for example…
Mystery = "?"! Continue?
…meaning…yeah…there’s more to this. Much more.
Q: Duh?
A: Duh.
I mean…some of us sit at desks for hours on end day after day.
^AZEALIA BANKS – 212 FT. LAZY JAY^
I guess what I think about quite a bit, is these large commercial aircraft that use Nitrogen to inflate their tires because it’s an inert gas that doesn’t condense like regular air, nor is it prone to building up moisture in the tires because of this. Plus, Nitrogen does not contribute to the promotion of fire in the event of a fire. But what I think about with respect to Nitrogen, is the spin and spins of tires that go from stop to real fucking fast at varying rates depending on whether the aircraft is taking off or landing.
It’s slower to spin up on take-off, and more rapid to stop after the aircraft takes off…then…it’s more rapid to spin up on landing, and slower to stop after the aircraft lands.
I dunno. I just see some wobble and orbital changes possible there due to the proximity of nitrogen to “less-breathable” metals and materials, and these metals and materials tend to be VERY fucking flammable once ignited.
EX: Titanium, Aluminum, Magnesium, Magnalium.
Plus…even when not ignited, these areas get EXTREMELY hot on landing. Nevermind the high-pressure systems that surround the landing gear assemblies and stowage areas for gear-retraction in-flight. Usually, unpressurized or less-pressurized compartments of the fuselage. I think about the fuel manifolds sometimes too as they tend to run here there and everywhere in aircraft.
Q: What about electrical wiring? Is that under pressure(s)?
A: ???
Those can be some goddamn big bundles that are manufactured so those sections can be replaced since there is miles of wiring in these aircraft.
Q: What about the avionics bays?
A: ?¿?¿?¿
Q: What about radar on other high energy systems?
A: ?¿?¿
Q: Are there really TVs in every fucking seat these days?
So whatshername just got back from her attorney. I’m back on that side of town…btw. But yeah, she didn’t actually have the papers. Her attorney had to file them with the court and get a case number, so it’s gonna be tomorrow…or something. I only have to sign some waiver that says that I accept the terms as-is, then she and her attorney go to court alone sometime in the next 60-90 days. Some kind of “built-in” waiting period. Makes sense. She’ll be there alone.
I cried at that thought.
^Steve Aoki, Chris Lake & Tujamo – Boneless (Official Video)^
OH! And there’s that pesky MH370 that keeps me on my toes. Plus Qantas Flight 32. I think about that one quite a bit.
Which reminds me…I saw a billboard yesterday that read…
I dunno. Sounds like a shitty bumper sticker for a car.
n/m.
^Omegatron – Rabbit In The Moon^
I guess I sometimes wonder how much Uranium and or Plutonium is created during a Hydrogen Bomb explosion/detonation.
Q: What about the “deflagration” portions of the reaction(s)?
A: ?
Q: What about these underground tests and testing? Do you really think they are gonna stop anytime soon?
A: ? ? ?
YouTube had a “Live Feed” on their main page today about some dam that is having issues out in California. I watched it for a while, and it got me to thinking about temperature and temperature changes with respect to pressure changes. I mean…are they monitoring the water temperatures around that dam as all that water flows out? It seems like there is going to be some shearing action kinds of force(s) changing as the water level(s) recede/lower, and then increase again as all of that new weather moves in later this week.
What about suspended groundwater below the lake itself? That’s a deep lake as I understand it. Is it possible that water is not only running over the dam, but under it? Won’t all of that water running out kinda…merge at some point? I don’t know what much about it (that lake/dam)…but based on the shots and the orientation, and the fact that we are just getting over the/a full moon, and the direction(s) that the water is coming out of that dam with respect to the orientation of the river, and all of that sudden weight change and changes over such a short period of time…isn’t it possible that that entire area could start to shift?
The dam and spillway itself seem to run north/northwest to south/southeast…but the lake itself is quasi-sorta north south. Thinking about the orientation of the Earth/Terra with respect to the Sun/Sol, and the fact that we are starting to wobble back towards spring/summer…won’t there be some shearing there as well? Maybe some bulge and sag type action? Rippling?
Are at least...possible?
Maybe even some movement that is seismically detectable?
Couldn’t that cause some rapid temperature changes under all of that weight, that might actually cause the area to destabilize more? ESPECIALLY if you dumping tons of rocks to “shore-up” certain sections?
Just seems to me that adding fucktons of more weight, while removing fucktons of weight…might outta…wait. But I could be wrong.
Hopefully…it all works out well.
Srsly. ❤
I dunno. Just…thinkin out loud.
I have a lot a free time and tend not to watch or read the news anymore.
Prolly a lotta mud down there at the bottom of that lake.
Lotta sediment.
/me shrugs
^Rabbit In The Moon – “Mind Fuct” – Live at The Ultra Music Festival^
Here we are then at the end of another splendid Okie Devil missive, Dear Reader. And another Valentine’s Day, and I still haven’t received any chocs, flowers, cards or balloons, singular or bunch… */thinks…* Thoughtful Man did give me a packet of chocolate mini eggs from his secret stash, for dessert after my sav and chip supper…
Dear Reader, in his latest missive, The Okie Devil opens up a little…
*Ugh! Crass, Clicky… /shakes head…*
*/sighs loudly and counts to ten…*
Funnily enough, I’d just been reading about the relationship breakdown of a couple of artists, who’s collaboration is featured, below… See for yourself…
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I have decided that I am going to make a decision.All kinds of wiggle room there eh?
I could do this all day......watching you do that all day
^Pee Wee Herman – Tequila^
Sorry, but I’m in a really bad mood today. I mean…not really, but that last whathaveyou of mine really fucked me up. I know that it didn’t take me very long to write it, even with the power-outage that caused me to have to re-write some of it. But a lot of thought went into it. There were some really mind-bending types of thoughts that I had while writing/thinking about the shit that I was writing/thinking about. Kinda like now. If someone was watching me type this shit right here…they’d prolly say…
“Man! You are banging that shit out pretty quick!”
And I guess that I kinda do. But there is quite a bit that hovers around in my head around how to say what and when. Sometimes I stumble across something that I personally think is clever or a good question and/or a clever way of presenting a question…irrespective of the “integrity” of that question or questions.
Q: Integrity?
A: Yeah. You know…”a question” or “a difficult question” or “a good question”….shit like that.
Integrity is integral.
Or something.
^The doves: Break me gently (Hybrid remix)^
I guess there is quite the conundrum sometimes when looking to prove some longstanding something within scientific dogma that has been a pain in your ass as incorrect. Especially when you have to hold on to so many other things within scientific dogma in order to pull this off. And then…the shit really hits the fan. Some interloper of a nobody wanders into your realm, starts questioning anything and everything in ways that make just…a little…too much sense…and SUDDENLY!!!….you are wrapping your arms around all of that crap you were previously trying to throw out as if it were made of pure golden gold. I guess that’s what its like anyway. Maybe if I actually took a hatchet to the shit that I am interested in destroying, it would be a little better indicator as to what I am not trying to/interested in…destroying.
Pro Tip: I don't own a hatchet.
How’s that work for ya?
Better?
Good.
Let’s keep going.
^Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince – Summertime (Hybrid remix)^
AH HA!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, What’s the catch? A/Q: You mean like…”the catch of the day?” Q/A: Sure. A/Q: I dunno. Whadda ya got? A/Q/Q: Are you being intentionally coy? Or…”flippantly naive?” A/Q: Maybe
Almost started to look like a poker hand there for a second. Aces and Queens.
^Fluke – Atom Bomb^
Energy Exhaustion…I guess that would be kind of a term that I am thinking of with respect to creating an extremely low pressure point within a vacuum or existing vacuum…as it were. I’ve just been thinking about rings (0) or (°) and (+) and (-) and (=) and other shapes with respect to charge and charges in both the traditional representation of atomic matter/atoms and quarks. If I had to draw a representation of how I see a quark, it would be similar to that of Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. But not really…but yeah…something like that. Except sans the ring. And maybe sometimes, not so much. Depends on how much stress/strain it’s under.
But what I’m seeing in there is “less static of a static charge.” And that is to say, a charge and charges that are so dynamic because of strings and stings within the pico-quanta and even smaller, that the only reason that we can detect these variable charges is because of the method and methods of detection. But my model and models tend to be a little more dynamic in their static nature, in that, they are, and all is…dynamic. That evolution works the way that it works, when it works, how it works. I incorporate things like DNA into my models of sub-atomic particulate matter, because the base and bases? Yeah…they already exist. Like Hydrogen for example. However, hydrogen plus Oxygen is no longer Hydrogen…it’s Hydrogen + Hydrogen + Oxygen. I think that there is MUCH more going on there than simply H20. But even that…I mean…how fucking awesome is that? All we need is a little electricity in the mix, and we can turn that Hydrogen and Oxygen mixture back and forth from water to gas over and over again…until we can’t.
Q: What’s missing?
A: Observers? Or Participants?
Q: What about the Oxygen and Hydrogen with respect to spin and spins?
I really don’t know what to put here, so I’ll just babble a bit.
I mean…answers?…when I was a kid?…were edicts…not answers. And now that I am older? I really don’t give a shit. Because the difference between an edict and an answer…really depends on who you are dealing with, why, and when.
I personally have always told people that …
“I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. That choice…I leave to you.”
Keeps things...civil...and cordial.
^Glenn Morrison – Hydrology (1080p) || HD^
So just thinking a bit here about certain vague things and whatnot…
If you could choose between the following…which would you choose.
OPTION #1: Discover the mysteries of The Universe and be known as the greatest mind that ever lived.
OPTION #2: Lay the groundwork for some future someone to discover the mysteries of The Universe and be known as the greatest mind that ever lived.
Yeah…teamwork is kinda a teamwork kinda thing.
Some positions are more important than others.
So yesterday, whatshername decided that she suddenly needed to talk to me for some reason.
She texted me…of course…and asked me if she could call me…because there was something that she really needed to discuss with me.
My
❤
Sank
But I agreed…and told her to call me in 25 minutes.
She did…and told me that she had changed her mind…yet again…was going to an attorney on Friday…and was filing.
😦
/Jesus fucking Christ
The conversation wandered to and fro as I listened to her explain all of this bullshit that I have absolutely no choice in, and yes…she was/is cordial…but I trust her about as far as I can throw her. I know I’m gonna get screwed on this deal, and there is no way around it. At some point…in the near future…I’m gonna wind up in jail for not paying child-support that I cannot pay.
😦
That’s the law, and the way the law is. People are not allowed to be unemployed/non-wage earners anymore…and there is no allowance for that. I am not allowed to show up in court, because if I do? Her attorney fees double…even if I do not have an attorney.
The meter is running, and it will never stop.
Q: Why do we treat marriage like shit?
A: !!!SAY…FUCKING WHAT???
^RADIO VERSION- Gotye feat. Kimbra- Somebody That I Used to Know (Dj Mike D Remix) Radio-Edit^
I dunno…it just seems to me that the only people that have a right to treat marriage like shit? Yeah…the people that are actually married. Married people can treat marriage however in the fuck they choose to treat it…up to, and including, like shit. It is, after…their institution. So why is it that “the law” gets involved and compounds this something into something that it isn’t? I dunno. We walked into this relationship cordially. Why is it such a stretch that we could also end it cordially. There’s always that predisposition to think that “something is wrong.”
YA THINK?!?!?!?!?!?
You are a fucking GENIUS!!!
Thanks for stirring shit up that doesn’t exist asshole(s).
Q: Why do we treat marriage like shit?
A: ???
^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^
Q: What about the children?
A: WHAT A-FUCKING-BOUT THEM?!?!?!?
During the conversation…as she weaved in out or this and that as to the pros and cons of everything from here to there and everywhere…and…I waited for “the bombshell.” And, just as I suspected…it came.
Whatshername: I can’t even buy a house if I wanted to! Cade: You’re buying a house?
Things change.
I’m fine with that.
I roll wif it.
It’s all I can do.
😐
^OneRepublic – Counting Stars^
She’s taking them on a skiing trip to New Mexico next month.
I’m excited for them.
I hope they have fun.
That’s the limit of my involvement in that.
Yes…I would love to be there.
I wasn’t invited.
/me shrugs
I’ll get over it.
/me shrugs
^Of Monsters And Men – Little Talks (Official Video)^
I view relationships a little differently than “the law” does.
Why on Earth/Terra I would wish ill upon people I love?
I dunno…that’s your theory…not mine.
^Bastille – Pompeii^
So yeah…I view physics a little bit different than most do.
Or at least…maybe I’ll admit more than some are prepared to do.
But I have my reasons.
You are one of them.
Yeah...you.
Believe it or not…I don’t care.
You.
I care about you.
Ironic...eh?
^David Guetta – Titanium ft. Sia (Official Video)^
*Er… I can’t do shorthand, Clicky… /squints… and probably not a hundred words a minute… /thinks… and filing ain’t really my forte…. I am a temp… /throws back tresses…*
I’ve been a bit busy so I haven’t written a LoL post. I did think of writing about yesterday’s antics by our illustrious Speaker of the House of Commons…
*He is a very little man, Clicky…*
… But Leggy covered Gimli quite nicely. Fortunately The Okie Devil has stepped up to my rescue with another spiffing missive, below, to keep us entertained…
*Yeah… I have no fucking idea what you mean by that, Clicky…*
*/arches eyebrow… If you say so…*
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WELCOME TO CADE’S SUMMER BLOWOUT SALE!!!
“IT’S STILL FUCKING WINTER” -STYLE!!!
It’s 08:37 AM on Tuesday the 7th of February – 2017!!!
And if you are saving money?!?!?!?
YOU AREN’T SPENDING ENOUGH MONIES!!!!
¿let's rock this hizzay eh?
^AC/DC - Back In Black (Official Video)^
BLOOPS!!! Something has gone…somewhere…or something!
Maybe it went to “terribly wrong.”
It’s a popular destination on The Internet.
Or so I hear anyway.
^Inside 7 World Trade Center Moments Before Collapse^
Now…the most casual of casual observers who watch the following video, will be able to get some indication as to “how aerobatic pilots are able to fly such straight lines”…sometimes anyway. There’s more to it than simply using angles to determine angles and directions and whatnot…but yeah. Sometimes, the most simple of simple things can help us to determine what is and what is not…”a good line.”
^Rob Holland "What I See - Competition Practice"^
If you happen to be an air traveler or any kind, and happen to have 11 minutes and 11 seconds to watch/listen to the following video, it will explain maybe a bit about my personal humility and thankfulness for people and the things that they do. Because sometimes…when every fucking thing goes absolutely wrong? All kinds of shit…somehow…go…correctly. Must be some one and ones and zero and zeros types of…things…or something like that.
Or something.
^REAL ATC] FULL LOSS OF POWER at Miami International #KMIA^
On the previous post of mine here at Roob’s LoL, I made a comment to the effect of…
“I think many people are fond of looking up for a reason.”
What this SHOULD have said…was..
“I think many people are NOT fond of looking up for a reason.”
It was a typo on my part. And after re-reading it, and thinking about what I was thinking at the time, plus what I thought about after catching the error, then what I thought about since then, plus what I am thinking about now…I left it as is. I didn’t ask Roob to correct it, and I’m not asking her to correct it now. I am simply taking a moment to explain what I was thinking and why…because there was and is a FUCKTON more than simply…”people are afraid to look up.” Taking that thought a bit further… “people are afraid to look up, typically…for the same reason(s) that people are afraid to look down.”
We seem to be this…erm…contradictory type and types of beings.
EX: Knowing what we know about the Earth/Terra and it’s round-ish shape…put a human being sitting in a chair on the face of our planet Earth/Terra, and have that person seated facing AWAY from the/our direction of travel. Meaning: have them face the sunset.
Now…zoom out until you can see the entire planet AND this seated person.
Suddenly…you, as the seated person watching the sunset…are traveling…backwards.
Q: How many observers are required for this experiment?
Q: What sorts of “caveats” did you find with the above?
Any? Many? From a relativistic standpoint, which direction was the seated person traveling? The answer should be…they were traveling at all. They were at rest. I mean they’re seating watching a fucking sunset for chrissakes! All we need is some beer and chips…then that sunset would prolly have been all that and a bag of chips. Too bad the motherfucker observing that shit from outer-space missed it eh? They were too busy watching some lucky asshole sitting in a chair…chillin, and having a beer and some chips while watching the sunset!
Weird.
So yeah…thinking more about context, and how a single word accidentally omitted by some shitty typist/thinker/sucks at *.* type of person that is me? Yeah…it kinda…changes the meaning and meanings. My thinking is/was/is that the sentence/paragraph/though(s) still made sense, but yeah…it grated on my nerves…wondering…
Q: What do I do?
A: It’s already been done.
/me shrugs
That’s why I tend to write something without really going back and re-reading, which helps me to focus a little bit better when I actually sit down and start writing.
I don’t overthink…I don’t underthink…I just…think.
At least I think I do.
Subjectivity is like…just like…your opinion ma’am…or dude…or…whatever.
^Vans RV-6 Aerobatics - Cockpit view^
(-: Smiles for miles…
…let’s keep going 🙂
^Vans RV-6 180 HP Aerobatics^
So…I stumbled across something yesterday. Had a thought was more like it. Back in September/October of last year, I had some thoughts on making some videos about some of the things that I talk about with respect (or disrespect) to mathematics/physics/chemistry kinda sciency shit, and my crazy theories about simplicity in complexity…simplicity being the more complex of the two/the most complex construct there is. But I didn’t make these videos because I’ve been stewing on the shit. There are many things that I personally have questions on, but the most important of the nagging questions is really just one question…
Q: What is the practical application?
A: !!!
Yeah. Knowing and knowing alone and proving aren’t good enough as far as I’m concerned. Why? It’s already been proven. We’re here. It worked. It works.
Halle-FUCKING-lujah…it works!!!!
So what I was thinking was/is…that maybe charges aren’t what we think they are with respect to atomic/sub-atomic particles. And yet…maybe…just maybe…they are sometimes exactly that. It seems that the overlying theme within science AND religion…is looking for a stability that just…may not even fucking be there.
Q: If we as humans cover every fucking square inch of this planet that we live on, where is everything else supposed to go?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…I bet there is a lot of life and lives wondering exactly that. Especially those “less-animated” forms of life-generating substances and matter like say…a reasonably solid patch of earth to stand on. Can’t have “organic” with “inorganic” eh? I guess the only time inanimate matter matters is when and where it does. So yeah…there’s DEFINITELY some ethical questions there with respect to respect and disrespect. But…fuck that noise…let’s rock this hizzay!!!
^Martin Garrix & Jay Hardway - Wizard (Official Music Video) [OUT NOW]^
I guess what is bending my mind the most is still that fucking asshole Thoth and what he/she said with respect to straight lines. The crux being “evil travels in straight lines.” I mean, once I heard that? Yeah I WAS ON FUCKING BOARD!!! I fucking HATE Geometry! Geometry is a buncha straight lines that are fucking stupid and give me more “F’s” because I suck at Geometry. But the roundest of lines is still a straight line with the proper application of mathematics and time-based motion…so what in the FUCK was/is Thoth talking about? Maybe it was the part and parts where Thoth talking about twisting and turning to avoid this evil that was pursuing him/her. Because honestly? I think I get it. All you have to do is think a bit about orbital mechanics and the dynamics of space-flight, and suddenly, a lot of less “razzle-dazzle” types of things start to make sense. Everything from the flow of tides, to storms that destroy reef formations, to the female Praying Mantis biting the head off of her reproductive partner. Lotta curvy lines there eh?
Q: Do you see the straight line(s)?
A: ???
I do. Some of them anyway. Prolly has something to do with text and language/communication.
All are naught without else.
^Deep Focus - Heavy Metal (TGunn Remix)^
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^Avicii vs Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One (Nicktim)^
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^The Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu (2011 Remastered Version)^
The “modern” world…it rocks.
^Helicopter Shot Down - Onboard View (Ukraine)^
So yeah…I guess one of the main things that I have been thinking about with respect to accelerators and/or colliders is…
Q: At what point does “energy cease?”
A: SAY…fucking…WHAT?!?!?!?
If you overspeed a helicopter blade…eventually…it will cease to create lift. So thinking in terms of “a unified theory” with respect to what is going on “at the point of impact”…and thinking about strings and stings and membranes and sound(s) and vibration(s) and energies with respect to motion…how is it that you are sure that there is NOT a non-collision type of collision that is actually happening? I mean…there are things that allow things to happen right?
Q: What about those things that prevent things from happening?
A: !!!
I mean…have you really considered this? How many different particles and particle types in different states would need to coalecse at a certain point at a certain time at a certaiin point in time and space, in order to prevent two particles of a certain type from meeting in a way that they should not meet in the natural scheme of things? Would you know what you were looking at in that instance/those instances? Or do you just assume that your original calculations and plans are proceeding as projected? How in the FUCK would you know the difference if you are unwilling and/or unable to consider alternates?
Q: If “the genie has been let out of the bottle”…how would you know?
A: !!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
Because I wouldn’t count on The Genie to tell you. At least…not until they’ve had a look around for themselves in order to figure out what in the fuck is going on, and why has someone let me out, and what to do about it now.
^Manufacture - Many Machines^
I don’t think that there is anything particularly provocative about what I am saying. I mean, science is trying to duplicate the conditions at or about the time of “The Big Bang”…so why would you be surprised at the absolutely fucking whacked out shit that you find in intentionally trying to duplicate something so destructive?
I mean…the last time that these two successfully got together? Time stopped.
Why? Well…that’s complicated. But let’s just say that two things that should NEVER be gotten together again after being separated once? Yeah…I bet you can suddenly think of all fucking KINDS of things in life to relate such an experience/experiences. Because what you are ignoring? Yep…the first separation…to…the second joining. One that became two, that became one. You are ignoring TRILLIONS of years that you have no idea about with respect to time, because you define these finite times and timelines as negligible.
SCENARIO: You live 80 years. You are the greatest scientist known to mankind. Your 80 years is suddenly erased.
Q: How important is time nested in time?
A: …
Nothing is unimportant.
Weird…eh?
^Manufacture - New Decisions (1991)^
13,820,000,000 years
80 years
So much for negligible eh?
❤
^Manufacture - Obsolete^
HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT: Name one person that time could have done without. BONUS ASSIGNMENT: Name one life form/species that time could have done without. BONUS++ ASSIGNMENT: How do you know/know about what you chose as something/someone time could have done without?
^Manufacture - Slugger^
It’s 10:58 AM on Tuesday the 7th of February – 2017!!!
NOTE FROM CADE @ 11:59 AM CST – The power went out earlier. Had to reset the circuit breakers in the house. No idea. That said, lost a lot of stuff, had to re-type a lot of stuff, took me an hour to do so.
Just…FYI.
In the event(s) you are interested. -cade
Time:It's Important.
^Gemini - Turn Me On [HD]^
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*/:O… Homework?! …but I’ve got to get an early night, Clicky… /smirks… Okay then ‘Brilliant’, you’re up…*
Terrible news, Dear Reader. The UK’s ‘healthy eaters’ are in ‘crisis’ due to poor weather conditions in southern Europe, the poor souls…
*An iceberg meltdown, Clicky?*
A Birmingham man is selling 12 lettuce on Gumtree for an eye-watering £50 – as he tells shoppers: “Beat the supermarket rationing”.
The seller, identified only as Dave, gave his location as Acocks Green.
And his sales pitch made it clear he had hiked the price to take advantage of the rationing introduced by superstores after supplies from southern Europe were hit by floods, snow and storms.
*Hurricanes hardly ever happen in Brum either, Clicky… I wonder if Dave’s produce is home/allotment grown…*
Yesterday, Red Frank’s post was titled ‘Riders On The Storm’…
… And I posted a reply to A Void last night, that breaks taboo…
*Yep, fires cock…*
*/grins… By gum! 2017 is the Year of the Fire Cock…*
According to Chinese astrology, the year of one’s birth sign is the most unlucky year in the 12-year cycle.
*Fuck! That would explain why 2015 was a disaster of a year for me, Clicky…*
One of the many names I answer to, Dear Reader, is ‘Lettuce’…
… My sister’s BFF bestowed the name upon me in 1985 – she considers me a hippie…
*Shoots from the hippie, Clicky? /rolls eyes… 2016 was the year of the Monkee… /smiles ruefully… It had it’s moments but, to be fair, that wasn’t as brilliant a year for me either…*
*Hmm… Nice syncing with the lyrics, Click, but kinda glum… Come on, buck us up and give us another…*
I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.
/best 60's robotic voice
TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!!!
All kinds of wiggle room there eh?
...watching you do that all day
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