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)^
MOTHERFUCKING UNTIMELIEST OF RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACKS EVAR!!!
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^Avicii vs Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One (Nicktim)^
MOTHERFUCKING UNTIMELIEST OF RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACKS EVAR!!!
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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…*
As promised from there to here, for your delectation, Real Dealer, is the latest TextAss missive from the Okie Devil, Cade FON Apollyon…
Enjoy! ❤
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THE FUTURE!!!
WE MUST FEAR IT!!!
Yep.
Dunno about fear and fear alone.
Nor even fearing fear itself, or fearing being alone.
Long road of…erm…whatever and stuff going on there eh?
“Long” road.
Long “road.”
Seem that road got all kinds of dynamic real quick to me.
But…what the fuck do I know.
Oh…hello there. Your attention is required at the front of the bus.
Step forward please as I call your name(s).
(lolz)
I dunno if anyone cares about anything…but Ido. I’ve started a new started group that is far-reaching and forwards looking like no other group that is far-reaching and forward looking. I have yet to come up with a clever name for this endeavor, but that’s not my job…that’s the marketing department’s job. What my job is, is to have vision and be a visionary. That takes vision and forewardlooking out-of -the-box types of thinking that others simply do not have. Why do they not have it? Because I have it…and they don’t.
Massive piles of money and resources…
…I need them.
Let’s run this up the lag pole, and see who salutes.
No. That is NOT a typo. Just a play on words based on where “we are” and “when we are” with respect to the concepts known as “the public” or “the general public” with respect to “the developed world” or developed nations” and other similar uppity titles that don’t really mean much of anything. My thinking is this “infiltration of” and “exploitation of” type of thinking that has become so prevalent, that there MUST be something to it.
Ironic....eh?
If I draw a picture of something, and outline the use and usage(s) of that something, and that something, its use and usages do not actually exist…and tout it publicly as “the next big thing”…for the sole purpose of seeing the public’s reaction to this certain something and it’s purpose(s)…have I committed fraud? Or was I simply “floating an idea” to see if I could garner interest in it? Is that still fraud?
What in the FUCK am I talking about?
This “Fake News” bullshit.
What exactly is “The Lag Pole” you might be asking yourself. Welp, it’s a concept that I just came up with my very-own motherfucking self. It’s a concept, that in name and concept, so startled me, that I decided to look it up on Google.
There is a saying with respect to ideas that goes something like…”Let’s Run It Up The Flagpole, And See Who Salutes.” But my thinking was with respect to using the speed of technology and information proliferation, and our thinking with respect to information flow and it’s speed since the advent more “modern” transportation modes and methods. Such as Print, Telegraph, Radio, Telephone, Television and The Internet. What we seem to have forgotten about is “word of mouth”…or at least, with respect to The Internet…we’ve gotten pretty damn confused about it. But irrespective of that, what my primary thinking is…we tend to think of information in terms of “is it available, or is it not”…and then take our freaking the fuck out from there.
So yeah…disinformation and it’s further classifications, dissemination and
interpretation(s) from there.
It seems that…people…are…confused.
Frustrated…even.
Angry? I dunno….maybe.
I’ve not been officially certified by the official certification certifiers delegation to make such an observation/estimation/classification or other “tion” type of stunning shunning.
WoW!!! I sound angry…don’t I?
X: Stop with the “leading” types of observations/estimations/proclamations…K? Cade: Will try. 🙂 X: That’s not good enough. Cade: I quit. X: That’s not good enough. Cade: Will try. X: Good enough. 🙂 Cade: 🙂 D: … Cade: “F” is prolly more like it. F: K. D: Good enough. X: Heh heh heH. D: … F: … E: You forgot someone. Cade: DOH!
G: ...
Cade: LOL…WTF?!?!?!? X: Freaky…. Z: Isn’t it? Cade: Erm…yeah. Whatevz. Z: That’s not good enough. Cade: LOL…stop it. Yer killin mee. X: No comment. D: …
We seem to live in an imperfect world.
I dunno. It just seems that the more that we try and build infrastructure based on perfection in this imperfect world, the more that we ignore the perfection of this imperfect world. The more that we block and cage ourselves. The more that we point out and ignore this “cage” that we live in…if that even makes sense. We get so wrapped up in the motion of our own life and lives, that we forget about the motion and motions of this planet and the Universe that we live in. We are always in motion. We are always in motion that is in motion. To relate…the other day I titled one of my posts with the phrase…“Hello Whirled” in that title. I think there is some mention of motion and motions in some of these “ancient texts” that are full of non-factual myth and myths. I take that to mean…well…something mean to our forebearers and forefathers/foremothers. As if they were somehow stupid, dumb, or any other negative term and/or terms. And yet we forget that they are the reason(s) that we are here.
Q: Is intelligence built on stupidity smart?
A: Good…fucking…luck with this one.
Q: Can we not forgive our predecessors for their naivety and non-knowing?
A: …
I dunno jack-shit. But I do know that my prayer and hope has always been that my children are a FUCKTON smarter than me. Not to set the bar too high or too low or anything. But we do always seem to be presented with opportunity and opportunities at the goddamndest of times.
Q: Do we take it?
A: I dunno. Do we?
The fish…they are drowning.
Something…it must be done.
Is the above a proclamation of pride?
Or guilt?
Or both?
I mean srsly, it’s gotta be difficult to make those decisions to spend that kind of time, effort and resources on something like that. That is of course, unless it isn’t difficult to make those decisions. But I think that is known as sociopathic behavior. And THAT can’t be right, because these are publicly funded projects by of and for the betterment of the public. I mean, at $500,000 per minute to operate a machine like this? There’s gotta be some HUGE payoff in store for us with that kind of investment just in operating costs. I bet it’s gonna start spewing Big Mac’s and french fries to the less fortunate at any moment. I dunno about the drink tho. Prolly comes separately unless you spring for the combo-meal deal.
Plus they prolly don’t allow drinks in there.
Liquids would extinguish those fluids.
And that would suck for a $2.00 beverage to fuck up some multi-billion dollar machine.
I guess the real problem is control.
We need more of it…obviously.
The only way to control that which cannot be controlled is to try and contain and control it. And the only way to do that is by controlling the controls that control the uncontrollable. In this case and under these circumstances…control will be more controlled and we can and will be more controlling of the controls that control the uncontrollable.
Simple!
In fact, so simple, that it may just be too easy.
We must investigate further.
Further controls and controlling may be required.
SAY!
Q: When was the last time you got laid?
A: Me either.
I dunno. I gots no answers.
We prolly just need to get laid or something.
You busy?
X: Wut kinda nightmares ya want today? Cade: Say wut? 0: Nightmares…what kind? Cade: I dunno. I had some doozies last night…that’s for sure. X: Are you sure? Z: No…he is not sure. Cade: I still hold that my dreams are for me. Even if I wrote them down…who the fuckwould want to read that kind of crazy? T: David Lynch? Cade: Yeah right. That motherfucker is already nutso insane. X: And? Cade: He’s got his dreams… Z: And you have yours. T: Is that it? Cade: As pretty much the smartest motherfucker to ever walk the face of The Earth/Terra, are you really gonna tell me you don’t know? T: I ain’t tellin you NOTHIN! Cade: Trends. They are…erm…trendy. T: 😉 Cade: Love you too. T: Really? Cade: No. T: Really? Cade: No. T: Coo. Cade: ❤ u too. X: AHEM!!! So anyway…what’s this all about? Z: That plasma generator thingie or whatever it was. Cade thinks that he is the only person on Earth/Terra. Cade: Well, not currently…but eventually. Z: You sure about that? 0: I must interject here for a moment. Cade: Yawn 0: Srsly. You have no clue, if that fusion reactor has been built or is just the basic design. Cade: And how would I know what is happening anywhere I am not? 0: Well…what if you did know what was happening…would that matter? Cade: The basic design is from the 1980’s? X: I ain’t tellin. Z: Neither am I.
G: How in the FUCK could you possibly know that?
Cade: Not much has changed in the way of technology and information with respect to application over the last 200 years. X: That’s a bold claim. A: VERY bold. Cade: What has changed with respect to fusion since The Universe began? X: BOOYA!!! Z: Agreed. 0: I gotta admit…the boy has a point there. T: What if I won’t allow it. Cade: /me shrugs…doesn’t concern me until and unless and when it does. X: Then why are you interested in such things? Cade: … Z: Cagy. Cade: … A: … X: … Z: … Cade: … 0: …
I have no idea what is going on in the picture above? But someone fucked up MAJORLY!!!
Some asshole seems to have forgotten to include California, and exclude Texas.
Heads will roll.
Doesn’t fake have to be real in order to be fake?
I mean like…”fake” has to be real, in order for something “real” to be “fake.”
And even then? Yeah…it’s fake. REALLY motherfucking fake.
I dunno, I get as confused as anyone I guess.
HEY!!! LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON @ GOOGLE NEWS!!!!!!!! !!! !
================================================== Trump Says ‘Go Nuclear’ as Democrats Gird for Gorsuch Fight
HEY!!! LET’S DO A RANDOM WIKIPEDIA WHATEVER WHILE WE ARE AT IT!!!!!!!! !!! !
================================================== NOT VERY RANDOM AT ALL STYLE!!!!!! (random space here) !
================================================== Dissemination – in the field of communication, means to broadcast a message to the public without direct feedback from the audience.
================================================== Discrete – discrete in science is the opposite of continuous: something that is separate; distinct; individual.
================================================== Numbers Station – a shortwave radio station characterized by broadcasts of formatted numbers, which are believed to be addressed to intelligence officers operating in foreign countries. Most identified stations use speech synthesis to vocalize numbers, although digital modes, such as Phase-shift keying and Frequency-shift keying as well as Morse code transmissions are not uncommon.
================================================== Intelligence Officer – a person employed by an organization to collect, compile and/or analyze information (known as intelligence) which is of use to that organization. The term of ‘Officer’ is a working title, it is not to be confused with rank as in the police where sergeants are also ‘Police Officers,’ and enlisted Military ranks can be Intelligence Officers as well. (NOTE FROM CADE: Hehe…”it is not to be confused”…”it is not to be confused with”)
================================================== Discrete Group – in mathematics, a discrete subgroup of a topological group G is a subgroup H such that there is an open cover of H in which every open subset contains exactly one element of H; in other words, the subspace topology of H in G is the discrete topology.
================================================== Discrete Category – in mathematics, in the field of category theory, a discrete category is a category whose only morphisms are the identity morphisms:
================================================== Discrete Mathematics – the study of mathematical structures that are fundamentally discrete rather than continuous. In contrast to real numbers that have the property of varying “smoothly”, the objects studied in discrete mathematics – such as integers, graphs, and statements in logic – do not vary smoothly in this way, but have distinct, separated values.
================================================== Discrete-Time Signal – a time series consisting of a sequence of quantities. In other words, it is a time series that is a function over a domain of integers.
================================================== Discrete Space – a particularly simple example of a topological space or similar structure, one in which the points form a discontinuous sequence, meaning they are isolated from each other in a certain sense.
================================================== Discrete Spline Interpolation – in the mathematical field of numerical analysis, discrete spline interpolation is a form of interpolation where the interpolant is a special type of piecewise polynomial called a discrete spline.
================================================== Discrete Time and Continuous Time – in mathematics and in particular mathematical dynamics, discrete time and continuous time are two alternative frameworks within which to model variables that evolve over time.
================================================== Discrete Optimization – a branch of optimization in applied mathematics and computer science.
================================================== Discretion – has the meaning of acting on one’s own authority and judgement. In law, discretion as to legal rulings, such as whether evidence is excluded at a trial, may be exercised by a judge. Some view discretion negatively, while some view it positively. Discretion is at all levels of law enforcement.
================================================== Power (Social and Political) – the ability to influence or outright control the behavior of people. The term “authority” is often used for power perceived as legitimate by the social structure.
================================================== Probability Distribution– a random variable that can be counted.
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YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Random shit := Random.
Q: What are the odds that I would, as an individual, stumble across the bullshit on Wikipedia that I just posted?
A: I dunno either. But I do know that only certain fish swim in certain streams.
Take that as you so desire.
Sometimes those answers we seek that come real fucking fast? Yep…they just don’t make no fucking sense at all. Not that the unfortunate you lady above was suddenly pondering the mysteries of The Universe or anything…but at the same time…yeah…she was prolly doing exactly that…but it’s a fairly good representation of I how I feel inside when I have had those moments of mental clarity where it appears that a longstanding question has suddenly been answered…that “wow” and “no-way” and “yes-way”…followed by a shitload of more questions. Granted, I have all kinds of unkind physical nonsense that has happened to me along my path and paths, where I can empathize with the girl above.
Wow…that was a long senence-ish type of thought.
Whodathunkit?
But I digress.
It’s an ass kicker…no doubt about it. What must have gone through her mind real sudden like? I have some ideas in a “been there, done that” kind of generality that seems kind of dismissive to someone who hasn’t had a similar experience, save for experiencing what someone else is experienced in what is typically classified as more removed observer participant who has limited function and/or interest in the goings on. I guess something to the effect of what my parents must have gone through when I came home bloody and battered and beat-up, then got yelled at and beat-up some more for getting beat-up. Weird eh? Yes…I fault them for that, but I also don’t. They did the best they could. What a great learning example of what not to do eh? All wrapped up with some great suggestions on what to do should a similar situation arise. But that is or can be a problem eh? Similar is not same. Similarly same? Sure. That’s why we do the best we can.
Q: Why does justification always seem to require a body count?
A: (Don’t play coy here) or (Play coy here) whatevz.
Whatever works...right?
So…what am I thinking with respect to this “The Lag Pole?” Welp…speed. There’s a saying within the realm of card playing…”think long, think wrong”…and I assume that the logic there is that the more odds and options that you calculate within a longer timespan, the more complex and convoluted those options will become. But, it tends to be your opponent who will say this to you, which means that they are trying to compel you to “stop thinking” by becoming emotional. Cards/card games of any type are emotional, so what you can infer is that distraction is the intent. Perhaps even “breaking your concentration. But cards and card games are a reduction/narrowing type of thinking mode by it’s design. Even as the number of cards increase, the intent and purpose is to reduce…reduction by groups and grouping.
Kinda creepy...eh?
So if your intent is to “bury” some person or group under a deluge of information?
Welp…people are smarter than you think they are.
Don’t believe me?
Find a mirror.
Now that we have intelligence and/or smartz of “a certain individual” established…now all we need is intent and intentions.
Once we get that, we can figure out from who and where and when.
How is irrelevant.
Hello why!
Right back where we started.
Hello denial!!! Nice ta see ya’z…again.
OH! And you might want to consider that…not everyone buries/surrounds themselves with shitloads of data. We’re already surrounded by shitloads of fucktons of shitloads of data and information, that some might not even consider as “data” or “valid data”…contextually anyway.
Guess that explains law and laws eh?
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
Cade: Got anything? X: … Cade: That’s what I figured. Z: Not by my calculations. Cade: fucking…rofl…thx. Z: n/p 😉 X: I wrote that. Cade: 🙂 ❤ X: …
One last thought on deception with respect to perception…
Q: Have you ever heard of the concept known as “Thuh Blag Po-Wool?”
A: ???
Welp…you have now.
So if you answered anything other than “yes” in that what was already a state of befuddlement because you had never heard that term before, nor were you aware of what it was, nor the reason(s) for being asked such a question…see how easy it is to become confused? So yeah, in retrospect, you should have answered “no” if you had never heard that term…which you shouldn’t have, because I just made it up here on this fine Thursday morning of February 2nd of the year 2017 @ 04:50 AM Central Standard Time. Hey…ya know what?
Q: If we change the name(s) of everything, what changed and when?
A: ???
Just thinking about titles and labels and descriptions of the same or similar things around the globe. Especially over time. It just seems to me that rigidity itself is what can and does cause not only destruction and disarray at times…but it’s own fault is the “constant variable”…if you will.
What do I “mean” by that? A constant is constant.
EX 01: How many Buffalo/Bison roam the plains of North America at this time in the year 2017? EX 02: Are the Buffalo/Bison that are alive today, identical to the Buffalo/Bison of the past?
To further try and explain my mode of thinking here…
EX 03: The whaling ship known as “The Essex” that was sunk by a “bull” Sperm Whale…
Q: How many other ships have been sunk/sunken by whales, irrespective of type of whale?
EX 04: Watching humans and their videos of their exploits in the ocean…how many “near misses” do we have to see, before someone is actually swallowed by a group of feeding whales?
(Primarily, the Humpback whales, who tend to hunt in pods as a group, and people seek these out for whale watching purposes, and are getting closer and closer to these feeding whales that are simply trying to survive, grabbing an available meal, when and where available.)
If we, as humans, know and can track these other lifeforms on our planet…erm…why? Meaning, yeah…I get it…
Q: Do you?
A: ???
Not speaking specifically to you Roob. But I’m sure that you wonder about your children. What will they do with this information? I know that I do. I mean, I wonder about my own children and what they might do someday down the road, with an incomplete data set of information that they have no fucking CLUE what in the fuck that this information was collected for, nor the why and the whys. All they will know, is what they know at the time. The book “1984” comes to mind with respect to the gathering and proliferation of information. To me, the primary theme of the book is not about information nor even information control nor even controls nor controlling. The book is about choice and choices and time over times.
Q: Should I worry about what my children are doing with their lives after I am long since out of their lives?
My being dead or alive is irrelevant (to me anyway). Their life is theirs. They will live in the times they live in, just as everyone does.
It’s your life, but…be nice.
Sorry, but as a parent…that’s the best that I’ve ever been able to come up with. /shrug
TBH, Cade, the thing I wonder about my two is whether they’ll ever have a bath of their own volition, but maybe that’s just because sitting in close proximity to one of them right now.
I agree with you, our children’s lives are their own, just as our parents lives were their own and our lives are ours to own. Life is about choice and choices and time over times. Probably why ‘1984’ has come to resemble a manual rather than a warning…
*Anything else, Click?*
You’ll have to excuse me, I’m off to draw a bath*/gets up and holds breath…*
cade invasion on Roob territory := on heH HeH Heh
heH HeH Heh Cade invasion on Roob territory := off
I have been known to shoot myself in the foot. Which is weird, because I have been shot in the foot by others. Not that we are our own worst enemy or anything. Others can take care of that role for us. The best I can come up with respect to “we are our own worst enemies” always has to do with others and their opinions. Why in the fuck would I want to be an enemy to myself. I mean…yeah…I’m am blessed with an overabundance of the stupid. But that’s not fault. Unless it is.
Q: Anyone wanna help me out here?
A: That’s what I thought.
If you want teenagers to bathe? I suggest surrendering to the dark side. It’s mud and dirt and sweat encrusted and stinky…but less aggravating.
Meaning: Pack your shit, and move far away from them.
I have no idea why you are pestering me today. Do you NOT realize that I am deep into something more important than writing some random bullshit for your blog? YEAH! That’s right young lady…I am deep into writing a post for your blog, and I don’t have time for your nonsensical limey ravings. Granted, they are limey ravings, which are subtle and subdued. But I see through the limey fog-screen. Or…at least I will when I get close enough to whatever to see it.
Speaking of limey fog…I have a question for ya.
Q: What was the general reception in the UK of the Sherlock Holmes movies by Guy Ritchie?
A: Any idea(s)?
I guess I’m thinking not only of the movies, but limeys tend to fucking HATE IT when Americans play limeys, and especially when they try and duplicate the accent. Granted, this is not the first time that Robert Downey Jr. has played a limey…but I thought he did well. He a Jude Law were fucking incredible as a team. I think both movies stand on their own, but I lean towards the second flick because that movie was fucking HUGE. I love the shit out of Mark Strong, but the addition of Stephen Fry made up for the absence of Mark Strong.
Funny ain’t it? An Okie/Texan can forgive Daniel Craig for using a southern accent. “Funny ol’ world…iddnit?” – Captain Jack Sparrow Movie = Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl (Special nod to Ali G and Nigel Tufnell for additional support on the term “Iddnit”)
Just like a bloody Yank! Coming in at the end, taking the glory…
I think the Sherlock movies went down okay in the UK. They were up against a pretty terrific TV Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch but Robert Downey Jr made an admiral, edgy Sherlock. Me personally, I preferred the TV series as I found the editing in the films a bit too fast and furious. But perhaps if I’d seen the movie first, my view would be different. Thoughtful Man loved the film versions, but he just loves the Sherlock character. When we first met, he told me that one of his favourite films is ‘Young Sherlock Holmes’.
I’m okay with American actors playing ‘English’ roles in films and the accents are okay or very good. But then the bar was set awfully low, early doors with Dick Van Dyke…
*Shit! I forgot about Keanu Reeves… Golly, so many films I have not seen…*
Of course, English actors have generally played the ‘baddie’ role in American films…
… But my favourite Robert Downey Jr performance will always be him playing an Englishman…
MISSION: Read A Fucking Book. No…not a fucking book about fucking. This is a fucking book, that may or may not have fucking in it, but that is irrelevant…unless it’s a hot fuck scene. But…yeah…whatevz…I’m trying to read/review a book for a fucking friend/friends I don’t even fucking know. Just…whatevz. READ!!!
Day 001: OK…lemme give this watered down limey lemon some sugar.
And before you ask…no. I do not work for either of the companies that make the sodas known as 7-Up, nor Sprite, Mountain Dew, nor any other “lemon-lime” flavored beverage(s).
I’m just some asshole Okie from Texas who is writing a goddamn book review on some book that some limey chick sent me. K? Got that? Fucking GREAT! Let’s keep going.
The book is called “First Volume.” What a bunch of pretentious pricks. They are so fucking CERTAIN that this piece of shit is not only worth buying and reading, but down the road…there are going to be EVEN MORE ITERATIONS/VERSIONS of this limey lemon piece of shit. If I would have known what was in store for me by reading this piece of shit book, I would have opened the fucking package with a flamethrower instead of a switchblade.
WHEW!!! Was that good for you? OK, now that I’ve gotten my own pretentious prick bullshit out of the way…on with the review.
OK…not yet. Because I’ve only started reading the book, and I’m only on the 5th story. BUT! I had to go ahead and start my review, because I sat out on the back porch in the sunshine this afternoon and finally started reading this book that someone was so thoughtful as to send me a copy of…free of charge. So, I decided that I wanted to write a review of the book. Why? Well…it’s the least I can do. I was sent a free book from someone unknown-ish…for reasons unknown, outside of a random act of kindness. And this particular book is a book of short stories, which is right up my fucking alley. I fucking LOVE short stories.
Captain's NOTE:
Someday make a list of short stories that made me love short stories.
-cFa2017.01.26
^The Prodigy-Narayan^
Day 002 – Entry “A”: The late-January NorthTexas sun is still far to the South as it transverses the afternoon sky in a rainbow-esque parabolic trajectory in the midday to late afternoon hours. This has the effect of some stunning sunrises and sunsets…with purples, reds and maroons that would seem almost un-Earthly were it not for the fact that I am indeed on the planet Earth/Terra.
The old sailing adage of…
“Red Sky in the morning? Sailor take warning.
“Red sky at night? Sailor’s delight.”
…almost becomes irrelevant, as the only thing that distinguishes the sunset and the sunrise, is the human invention known as “the clock.” Plus…I’m motherfucking 500 miles from the nearest water-based ocean…so…yeah…or something.
Such a strange world with strange peoples that would invent such a strange thing as “the clock” in a strange Universe of uncalcuable/incalculable time and times…weird.
Anyway…
Yeah…I wound up finishing the 5th story in the book, and starting the 6th story, when the Sun/Sol’s steady gaze in the cloudless sky, beckoned me to gently lay the book on the hard concrete patio where I had been sitting/reading, lay my fat ass down, and take a nap in the mid-afternoon sunshine.
So…I did just that. Slept for about an hour or so, with the sun warming my fat ugly ass as I slept. What is the pertinence? Welp…the outside ambient air-temperature was/is only about 45°F/7.2°C…which with the afternoon winds/wind gusts…is quite chilly. Nevermind the fact that I am wearing a thin cotton T-Shirt, rayon shorts, my toboggan hat, my glasses, and nothing else. The sun is hot irrespective of air temperature. It warms my entire being as I sleep. Cool breaths of wind remind my body of the time within time and times, as the sun marches on across the big blue cloudless sky. I drift in and out of sleep on the warm concrete below me.
I dream.
Pillows? Blankets? I need not these things, as the sun and wind and their motions work in tandem to keep me both warm and cool in the endless black of the light.
I estimate that I read for about 15 minutes, then slept for about 1.5 hours on the hard cement. Upon waking, my left arm refused to operate normally for a while to remind me of the concept known as life withing the construct of mortality within the construct(s) known as mortality/immorality.
Glorious.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Junoverse (Original Mix)^
Day 002 – Entry “B”: Time = 20:49 PM – My father peeks at me through a portal within the purple band of “the rainbow”…where the rainbows meet….color to color…and similar and same, to similar and same. Just…letting me know that he is there. Both watching me, and watching out for me. It is difficult to explain the “else” within the realm of “the seen.” For “the unseen” is unseen. Except in those rare occasions when the need(s) arise where a crossing and communication between realms becomes necessary, for whatever reason and/or reasons. I do not know. For it is not my job “to know”…until, if, and when, it is my job to know. My “job”…is to be underway. A seeker. A traveler. Mobile.
Restless.
Yes…there is such a thing as “an immovable object.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an upstoppable force.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an unstoppable force within an immovable object.”
These things I can take on faith, for I have seen them.
WAIT!!! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a moment there sparky!!!
Q: You have “seen” these things…but you still take them on faith?
A: Yes.
We are talking about the “mechanics of”…yes? Which means that we are talking about “the mechanics of the mechanics.”
Q: How much more simple can things get?
A: This is for you to know and/or find out….on your own.
It is not my place to tell you.
I can only assist and/or help whenever and wherever I can.
I cannot tell you what is what, or when or what to do where. That…would violate freedom and freedom of choice.
Knowing…it’s a hell of a thing within a heavenly realm.
Communication and communication is all we really have. It’s the very foundation of the foundations of the concept known as relationships and relating. The Creator…is always busy. Sounds…familiar…eh?
Day 003- Entry “A” via Day 002: Tomorrow…it’s here. Not really…because it’s 22:02 PM on Friday January 27rdth of 2017. I’m just going ahead and getting ready for tomorrow’s reading, by writing just a tad bit more about…what I have not yet read. Afterall…the story that I am currently reading (6th story) is more on “my territory” kinds of grounds with respect to locale, because it deals with “The European” and “New Native American(s)” dealing/dealings with “The New Old Native America” and it’s “Old Native Americans”…both new and old.
This is gonna be a tough read. Because I am a “new” Native American that just so happens to have “old” Native American blood coursing through my veins. But I have to temper these feelings with the fact(s) that
A) I was not there, and…
B) I was not there, and…
X: I am here.
Those who were there, were there. I am here. Which means that I am here, and there, all at the same time, and “there” is a little more “flexible” in my thinking and thought processes…because I see a simulataneousness of “there” being past…and “there” being future…all from right here in the present.
Day 003- Entry “B” via Day 003: Tomorrow…it’s here. Officially. Today is actually here and the actual official date reflects that fact/these facts as of this day/date of Saturday January 28-teenth, 2017 AD/CE/WE.
It’s “officially”… Day 003, so I can officially start reading again. I just completed a repost of some old shit over at my blog from 2016.11.15, which just ALSO happens to be…someone I know’s birthday. But…enough about me…I gotta get back to the book.
I must…get…back… …to that…book!!!
OH! And…
Captain’s NOTE: Personal note here, to also remember to write that fucking instruction manual for operation of “The Purple Ship.” Which I guess means I also need to write a maintenance manual. But we must have that instruction manual. Prolly should call it “Operation Manual” and/or “Operations Manual” or “Operating Manual” or something like that. Or…I could just write all of those, because we are prolly gonna need them all at some point and or various points at some …point…or points or whatever. What’s the point? I dunno. We’ll find out when we get there.
Now all I need is a crew to read it. Meh. With that in mind…I guess the manual(s) can wait.
Onward.
-cFa
2017.01.28
^Upular | Pogo^
Day 003- Entry “C” via Day 004: It’s Sunday January 29th of 2017. I forgot to remember what I remembered to forget. That was not my intent tho. I tried to remember NOT to forget. Maybe if…I simply try and remember…instead of try to remember not to forget. Before you know it, I’ll be forgetting to remember and not remember not to forget. Kinda like now. Now what was I talking about? I forget.
OH YEAH!!! I meant to write some shit here last night. But I got sidetracked by posting some comments on some dude’s blog about his modeling “global warming” using orbs or bubbles or spheres or something. I dunno if he intended to model global warming…or if that was just some side-effect, or some ancillary discovery in a model that was being built for some other purpose. That would be…ironic…eh? Almost as ironic as me writing a book review about a book that I am reading, and yet, commenting about me commenting about someone’s comments about my comments on some random-assed blog somewhere out there in the great unknown void of nothing and nothingness.
I guess I better get to the now via now, instead of living in the past.
I'm getting past this.
-cFa
2017.01.29 for 2017.01.28 via 2017.01.29...or something.
^Deadmau5 / Lai [full version]^
Day 004- Entry “A”: OK…so…that wasn’t such a long walk. Just down-arrowed a coupla lines…and here we are.
I took my sleeping bag out back yesterday to pad my soft-scrumptious muscular ass against the cement of the patio. The Sun/Sol was ablaze in the cool day keeping me warm, although it was cold enough that I opted for a long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve shirt underneath. Layering? In cold? Yep…it works wonders. Like the tour guide told me when I was in Inari, Finland…
“It’s not cold. You just don’t have the right equipment.”
Anyway…finally made it through the 6th story, and into the 7th story. The 6th story was a tough read. Not because it was long…it was a great read. It’s because of the subject matter. The author did a good job of making the story readable to someone like me. And who exactly IS someone like me you might ask? Um…a Native American…duh?
A mutt. I am that. A Native American Mutt.
Gotta go read some more now. I wanna finish this book by next weekend if I can.
Letters + Letters = Letters.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 – Trepid^
Day 004- Entry “B”: I’m gonna try some formatting here real quick. I don’t want to give any spoilers or anything…but well written is well written, and well read is well read. The rest is…subjective.
Local Time = 11:17 CST – I’ve yet to pack it outside to read yet. But I’m about to. I just gotta finish up a few things here, grab the sleeping bag, grab the book, and go sit back down.
Local Time = 11:21 CST – Headed out now. The Sun/Sol is waiting for me. No clouds today. Cept for the lingering ones from yesterday. But those are in my head and elsewhere.
Local Time = 12:49 CST – Halfway point has been passed. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? Sound weird? Yep…I agree. But…the past few years have been…odd. Odd considering my odd life. For the most part, I have taken it in my stride. As I am a firm believer in the now. Meaning…nothing surprises me. Yes…I can be and am surprised…but that’s the weird thing about surprises. At least…in my life anyway. “Weird” and “strange” are “the norm” and even…normal.
This book. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? As I read them…they are so…familiar. As if, the stories themselves…I already know. It’s the details and the twists and turns that I have…erm…somehow…forgotten? I don’t know these stories…and yet…I do.
All are familiar.
I guess….that sometimes, similar = similarly same.
I just…lessee…how do I explain this?
Someone is trying very hard…to cushion a fall for me. Yes…a fall that has already happened. But…a fall forgotten via grace. A need to know because of…where we are and why I need to remember these things. Ancient things. Recent things. Things that have not yet even happened within the constructs of normal space and spaces and time and times.
Local Time = 13:54 CST – One of two beers left. I have settled into my “furious reading” mode. I can cover acres of previously wooded territory and absorb every molecule of every word of every thought at a pace that would be considered…erm…”blazing” and/or impossible to most. I can hover over a single word, yet continue to read the line(s) below and the line(s) above at the same time, all while digesting the time and times being portrayed both backwards and forwards at the same time. Some might qualify or classify this ability as “a raging torrent”…but not me. I am calm. I am focused on all and nothing in that raging torrent…and the weather is as if the eye of a storm. I am the eye, I am the storm, I am the all, from right here, right now.
A: Yes…unless no…in which case…maybe.
I ponder the stories read, the stories reading, and the stories to come…all at the same time. And yet, somehow, nothing matters but the here and now. My focus…is mine and mine alone. And yet…all matters…from right here…right now. I am who I am.
Like It Or Not…I am here.
Local Time = 14:55 CST– I miss nothing.
Three stories to go.
Local Time = 15:18 CST – Remember why we are here.
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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