Cade recently wrote the phrase ‘turd in the punch bowl‘ to me in a discussion we were having about bubbles…
Well, to be fair, he did most of the discussing…
And it got me thinking as to whether election of Prez Trump in the US and the vote to leave the EU in the UK last year, weren’t the general public, in both countries, taking the opportunity to ‘throw a turd’ into the punch bowls of the political/governing elite: We’re sick of your parties.
Perhaps those that voted for the status quo (‘Clinton’ in the US and ‘Remain’ in the UK) consider the other side to be ‘party poopers‘?
*Not sure that scene works as well these days, Clicky… For one thing the host is smoking; smokers aren’t invited inside these days…/taps teeth… what about the other scene with that Song… ‘Shat!’*
*Hmm, more fun but no one smoking in that either…/sigh… Perhaps because animals don’t smoke? …aside from your good self, Clicky…*
*… and the odd member of the Corvus family… Also considered to be intelligent…*
Frank Davis today, in the Blue Universe, has a post that includes an image the new Vice Prez Pence, who, like Nigel Farage…
*Oh nice syncing, Clicky…/pats snout…*
…in the UK, is more supportive of smokers…
idiot (n.)early 14c., “person so mentally deficient as to be incapable of ordinary reasoning;” also in Middle English “simple man, uneducated person, layman” (late 14c.), from Old French idiote“uneducated or ignorant person” (12c.), from Latin idiota“ordinary person, layman; outsider,” in Late Latin “uneducated or ignorant person,” from Greek idiotes“layman, person lacking professional skill” (opposed to writer, soldier, skilled workman), literally “private person” (as opposed to one taking part in public affairs), used patronizingly for “ignorant person,” from idios“one’s own” (see idiom).
In plural, the Greek word could mean “one’s own countrymen.” In old English law, one who has been without reasoning or understanding from birth, as distinguished from a lunatic, who became that way. Idiot box“television set” is from 1959; idiot light“dashboard warning signal” is attested from 1961. Idiot savant attested by 1870.
If we go with the literal meaning, anyone who votes somebody to represent them in public affairs is, literally, an ‘idiot’ 😉
Do you ever sing? Did you ever sing? Yeah…you sucked at it obviously, but that doesn’t matter. I just wanted to know if you ever sing or have ever sang in your life.
Q: Was it fun?
A: I mean…it prolly wasn’t fun for others…
but yeah…you…
what about you? Was it fun?
Singing can be fun. When you suck at it, it can be fun and funny. When you are terrible at it, it can be fucking hilarious. But that’s kinda the point. Having fun. Especially if you can laugh at yourself. I personally sing like a girl. I just have one of those…girly voices. Yes, I can adjust it. But it rarely feels right unless I can really belt it. In which case, it gets REALLY fucking loud. There just aren’t many places where you can really let loose, cept maybe in your car with the radio turned up. But, in that case/those cases…you are sitting down. Sucks to sing sitting down. Especially in a moving vehicle where the next song might be a goddamn hymn cause you crashed and died and didn’t realize it. Sorry.
Just...kinda, thinkin.
^She sat neath the lilacs – never tell lies^
CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDE!!!
TOLD YA!!!
❤
Q: Who have you “caught” today?
A: ???
Q: Who have you “pushed” today?
A: !¿!¿???¿!¿!
Q: Who is gonna catch em?
A: ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿
Q: Who is gonna catch you?
A: !!!
Q: When and where?
A: |?|
That what I thought I was gonna think about that.
This “mind-readin” bullshit is actually pretty easy.
I guess I’m still having trouble dealing with this “patriotism” concept. I was born where I was, when I was…because I was. I’ve toyed with the notion of immigrating elsewhere many times. Not because I hate this place…well, I do, but that’s because I’ve seen it. I wanted to see other places, meet other people. Go to places where you can be ignored more easily. Yes…Americans tend to stand out like sore thumbs when traveling abroad. And “Texans” tend to really fucking stand out when they speak because of the accent. That said, that’s kinda what allows you to be ignored so much.
"Oh shit. Another stupid-assed American tourist."
I got to where I just smirked when I saw “that look” that locals tend to give to tourists. My “smirk” tended to have the effect of being a “wink” of sorts, as if to say…”Yeah…American Tourist. You caught me. I know you know, and now you know that I know you know, which means we know what each other knows”…and most of the time they would smile back. Many would even stop me just to say “hi” or talk for a bit. Foreigners LOVE to practice their English on Americans. I also loved to try and speak what little of their language, and foreigners ALSO love when you do that, because they will correct the living shit out of you and your fumblings. However, I never was big on correcting them. I would typically just say “pardon?” or “I didn’t hear that” and try to get them to repeat whatever they said. But in a lengthy conversation, should one develop, I had to try and make clear to them that I was hard of hearing, which many took as me trying to get out of the conversation…which was not the case at all. And no matter how sincerely tried to explain to them that I had honest to God hearing problems, they didn’t want to hear it. I found out later that many tourists actually use “I have hearing problems” to get out of difficult conversations with foreigners.
OUCH!
That smarted.
Q: What in the FUCK are people like me, who can hear, but hear with difficulty, supposed to do?
A: The best you can.
/me shrugs
^Animals – Don’t let me be Misunderstood^
When I first expressed an interest in traveling and possibly living abroad…my father told me…
Cade’s Dad: “Whatever you do…do not EVER…give up your American citizenship.” Cade: <gulp> Um…why not? Cade’s Dad: It’s the only thing you have going for you in this world. Cade: <le yikes>
Welp…there goes that idea. What the FUCK?!?!?!? Why is it, that everyone is always so goddamn keen on telling me what NOT to do? Especially when it has the effect of destroying every fucking thing in a particular plan of mine.
Cade: Will you help me plan something? Cade’s Dad: No. Do it yourself. Cade: You destroy it from there? Cade’s Dad: All too easy.
I don’t really think of my father as Darth Vader. (loz..no pun intended) My father was more like The Emperor…except worse, and infinitely more devious. There’s only one way…the hard way…period. Not that he didn’t have his tender moments. He’s human. He’s a father. Sure he had his tender moments. But combat does something to people that makes them not like people very much. They tend to get so goddamn protective, that they will crush you trying to protect you. And being the sickly little wimpy-assed kid that I was, that seemed to be not much of a challenge for a burly motherfucker like my father. 6’1″…230…arms like a gorilla, twice as hairy and 10x as strong. Fuckin-A! The dude was a mechanic. He beat the shit out of steel on a daily basis with his hands, then came home all pissed off lookin for some measure of peace in a fucking nuthouse with “three screaming kids.” One of which, was walking talking knowitall smart-mouthed asshole who was just a little…too…smart for his own good. He always told me…
“that big brain of yours is gonna get you in to some serious trouble some day, on account of those big-assed ears can’t seem to offset that runaway mouth of yours. Ask the wrong question, and you’re gonna pay for it the hard way.”
Man...how proud he would be if he could hear me telling God to STFU!!!
^Cars – Since You’re Gone (with lyrics) – HD^
I remember seeing this picture/cartoon in the newspaper just after 9/11/2001. I must admit, it summed up my feelings quite well. It helped me channel some anger, and it also made me very sad for what I was pretty sure would eventually happen, and all of those that would die as a result.
More than anything…it probably made me very confused.
Prolly why it made me feel quasi-normal again.
But I still don’t know what to think about it.
Sure…there is a certain security knowing that you live under the protection of one of the biggest, baddest bullies on the block.
Then…suddenly…there’s that…”bully” part.
Wow…what a fucking sunset tonight. The sky was on…fucking…FIRE! It got up to 81°F here today. Warm day…even for Texas in January. But the wind was blowing like a MOTHERFUCKER this morning. I’m talking 50 mile per hour gusts. Then…it just fucking stopped. And I mean stopped…dead calm. The birds were going fucking nuts. Singing like…well…birds. It was beautiful. Lotta cirrus clouds on the move today. Weather change is coming. I mean like…another weather change.
^Lyrics~El Paso-Marty Robbins^
X: You don’t really think that you are … Cade: Telling God or the gods or The Universe or what the fuck ever to shut the fuck up? X: Yeah…that. Cade: Well…I have. Several times even. But it’s kinda… 0: Contextual? T: And you think that makes “everything OK?” Cade: Since when is anything “OK?” Z: OK…lemme “butt in” here. Cade: OK Z: Thanks…I needed that. Cade: 😉 X: What are you really hoping to accomplish here with “all this shit”…as you so succinctly put it? Cade: You’ve got “the list.” X: I do? Z: Well…sorta. It’s kinda… 0: Spread out. “The List” is kinda spread out. Cade: Thanks. 🙂 X: So um…you really think you can accomplish “all that?” Cade: Hmmm. I don’t think about it much. X: Why not? Cade: What’s there to think about? B: Under way? Cade: Yep. Don’t “understand”…just “get under way”… X: We’ll figure out the rest as we go eh? Cade: Welp…I dunno what kind of timeline that you’ve got in mind, but I’ve been at this for a while. Z: What about death? Cade: What about it? It can wait. I got shit to do. T: You know…it sounds kinda…”funny”…when you say that like that. Cade: But isn’t that the whole point of confusion? X: You mean…contextually? B: Ghosts? Cade: I don’t care if you call yourself a bucket of shit with the lid off. There’s no way to explain what cannot be explained. Z: Experience? Cade: /me shrugs C: What else would you call it? Cade: Um…I wouldn’t call it anything else. But experiencing during the experience itself… 0: Is quite the experience. Wouldn’t you say? Cade: Well…I would have if you hadn’t finished my sentence there for me. X: What is that…er…ahem…”family trait” of yours that everyone is so afraid of? Cade: Mental illness. X: Anything…in particular? Cade: Hearing voices. Schitzophrenia. X: And…have you…been…er…ahem…”diagnosed”…as such. Cade: Nope. Z: What have you been diagnosed with? Cade: Wouldn’t “what have I not been diagnosed with” be easier? I mean, such as “I have not been diagnosed with Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic.” Z: Why not? Cade: ROFL…um…I dunno. B: It’s never too late ya know. T: Seconded. 0: Fourthteenth-ed! Cade: lol…you asshats are funny. 🙂 X: O RLY? Z: YA RLY! Cade: ❤ Z: … A: May I? Before you end this block particular to here? Cade: Go. A: Um…why do you think that “you leave me out so much?” I: I can answer that. A: Har har. Cade: I dunno that I’m “leaving anyone out.” X: It just comes out as it comes out…is that it? Cade: Hope fully not. Z: I’ll reword that for “X”…ahem…It just…comes out as it does? Cade: Yep. It’s gotten a little…erm… B: <quiet> Cade: Yep. Very…subtle as far as… 0: Actual noise? Cade: Yeah. But, I’m not trying to “figure out” the…erm…help nor helpers. A: Why not? Cade: Why? Z: Good answer. X: Agreed. 0: I’m…not so sure… Cade: Har har. “Devil’s Advocate?” 0: I’m…not so sure… Z: Saw that one comin. Cade: lol 😉 A: …
^Leroy Anderson – The Syncopated Clock^
X: So…what’s next? Cade: I dunno. I’ll never have “an answer” to that sort of question. X: What sort of question? Z: The “mental health” question. Cade: I’ve been diagnosed with a lot of shit. Bipolar disorder is only one of them. Z: Maybe that’s the most important one. Cade: Whatevz. 0: Give you a good excuse to go crazy. Cade: Har har. 0: It does. You can prolly get some miles out of that one. Cade: Unlike the asthma? 0: Well…yeah. Just…different miles on a different path. Cade: So…violence and bloodshed and nasty shit. 0: I didn’t say all that. Cade: I did. 0: BLOOPS!!! Cade: 😉 You can always make me smile, think, feel comfortable, smart, and yet completely stupid in a single thought. 0: Thank you. I do try. 😉 Z: Taugh em all he knows. X: He? Cade: Whatevz. X: He he…he. Cade: The comfort zone…right here…right now. X: Do you feel…comforted? Cade: Hadn’t thought about it until now. Some of my goals on that “to do” list are… Z: Lofty? Cade: If anyone would know…you would. X: And why is that? T: Yes…why is that? Cade: /me shrugs B: …BRB…
^The Flower Duet (Lakmé)^
If were to make of the list of shit that I am trying to accomplish, it would be scoffed at as the most unachievable set of goals ever manufactured by a single human being in the entirety of history.
If I were to make a list of the shit that I am trying to accomplish, that I actually think/believe that I can actually accomplish…it would make the previous list pale in comparison.
Q: Why?
A: Because I can.
MOTHERFUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
Q: You honestly think that you can achieve the unachievable?
A: I’m already doing it. The rest?…is gravy.
^Manufacture – As The End Draws Near (1988) [HQ]^
It’s weird tho. Groups of human beings can manufacture lists of impossible goals…and that’s just fine and fucking dandy A-OK. But let a single person come up with a list of the same goals, and suddenly…you are the fucking anti-christ trying to bring about the end of the world. Hmmm…well…that may be. But I can tell you that I certainly didn’t build huge stockpiles of weapons that are capable of doing just that. Meaning…ending “the world.” But even that is horseshit. You fucks have gotten so goddamn paranoid about all of this shit being everywhere, that you aren’t sure if you should dismantle them, use them, or replace them with something even more destructive…all on the premise of prevention and deterrence. Welp…you’ve sure as shit deterred me. I lived a good portion of my life convinced that I was simply born at the wrong goddamn time in the wrong goddamn place, and there was really nothing to even live for, because the whole world and everyone in it was hell-bent on taking the only thing that I ever had that was mine…my life. Welp…it’s weird how shit turns out sometimes. Sometimes…you are simply born in the right goddamn place at the right goddamn time. And everything is exactly correctly correct.
Well…maybe with a little nudge here and there.
I can do what I can do.
I will do what I will do.
Whatever that is?
We’ll see.
Unless we don’t.
I see time differently than most.
I’m in no hurry.
Q: What’s your hurry?
A: ???
Yep…that’s what I thought.
Questions, questions, questions.
Let’s get ya some answers…K?
^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^
It’s not that I am not patriotic. I am. Very much. However, I just think a little bigger and smaller kinda…simultaneously. Afterall…my country…is attached to the same planet that your country is attached to. Some of us are more or less attached to boundaries and borders when it comes to maps and people. I can hate motherfuckers as much and as easily as anyone else. But I see my brain and my heart as partners…working in tandem with the rest of me and my body, spirit and soul to be…the best I can be. Whatever that is…is the best I can be. You get to see whatever you see. Whatever you choose to see or accept as real or unreal or non-real…that’s your choice. I want nor need nothing from you. Unless I want or need something from you…at which point…we’ll both know what I want and/or need. I wouldn’t know if I’m being led or dragged or carried. I just know what I know. And I know that I personally love diversity and change. I also love safety and security. But not at the expense of diversity and change. To me…that’s freedom. You wanna build walls and crawl into holes in the ground so you’ll feel safe and secure…knock your fucking self out. Just don’t expect me to do the same all under the premise that there’s not a better way, or that shit is completely hopeless. If you don’t know what you want…how in the FUCK do you expect me to know what you want. I can operate on similarness…not sameness. Ask me something…then…yeah…we can talk sameness AND similarness in that order.
I dunno.
I gots no answers.
^Virtual Riot – Time Stops (ft. Danyka Nadeau)^
X: You aren’t very happy with “this particular whathaveyou”…are you? Cade: Nope. Kinda lost today. X: Anything in particular on your mind? Cade: My cousin. X: So…leukemia? Cade: Yep. Well…that and Morgellon’s and some other stuff. X: One word…”shaving.” Cade: It’s…causing me distress. 0: What…in particular. Cade: Crossing lines. X: What if they’re already crossed? Cade: They are. I can see that. However, that doesn’t mean that I personally have to cross them. Z: And what if you do have to cross them. Cade: I know I do. It’s a question of how. T: So let me get this straight….the lines are already crossed, it’s just that you personally have yet to cross those lines, but you aren’t sure how to cross them? Come on man…what’s the real scoop? Cade: You’ll let me know. I’m sure of it. T: Yeah? And how do you know that? Cade: I don’t. It’s just…a feeling. T: I wouldn’t trust your feelings if I were you. Cade: Yeah? Well…you aren’t me. T: Well said. Z: Ditto. X: Here here. 0: Whatevz. Cade: lolz…thx. 0: 😉
<song here = almost avoided>
^Benny Benassi – Come Fly Away (Adam K & Soha remix)^
AH HA!!! We have a question via the whatever however hotline!!!
WHH Q1: So Cade…if that even is your real name…do you love God?
Cade A1: Fuck you.
WHH Q2: So Cade…if that even is your real name…do you love Jesus?
Cade A2: Fuck you.
WHH Q3: So Cade…if that even is your real name…have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior?
Cade A3: Fuck you.
Cade: Anything else? 0: Nope…I think that about covers that. Cade: Coo.
WHH Q4: So Cade…what is your real name.
Cade A4: I have no name.
0: BLOOPS!!! Sry bout that. Cade: No prob. 🙂 0: … D: Erm…you don’t really think you are talking to “the gods” do you? Cade: Nope. Making the whole thing up. D: Hmmm…weird. Cade: Yep. D: So you really have no name eh? Cade: Nope. Not one that you know. D: And that means…exactly “what”…to me? Cade: Nothing. D: Grrrr Cade: (yawn) D: You don’t like me…do ya? Cade: Nope. D: You don’t? Cade: Nope. D: Why not? Cade: Why not what? D: Why don’t you like me? Cade: I didn’t say I didn’t like you…you did. D: Oh…I see. Cade: Yep. D: 🙂 Cade: 😉 D: …
*Wrong zodiac, Clicky… May ’67 would make me a ‘Fire Sheep‘…*
I guess this post should start with a Twitter DM convo with Poppy SweetPea, who gave me a story idea for ‘The Underdog Anthology 2: “Rise!” *…/SOBs…*‘…
The Easter edition won’t have a subtitle, that’s just my own fancy. Like I had for the first…
Anyhoo, I hadn’t given any more thought to Poppy’s ‘Killer Sheep’ suggestion until I read a comment by Elena yesterday evening, over in the Red Universe…
The day was enthusiastically celebrated among the common people with picnics, drinking, and revelry. One source from late antiquity also places the Mamuralia on the Ides of March. This observance, which has aspects of scapegoat or ancient Greek pharmakos ritual, involved beating an old man dressed in animal skins and perhaps driving him from the city. The ritual may have been a new year festival representing the expulsion of the old year.
Hmm, I thought, I’ve just seen a chap matching that description…
And read elsewhere about his possible scapegoating…
The Deep State’s next move is to pin the coming stock market collapse on Trump. When people think “Greater Depression,” they’ll think “Donald Trump.”
This morning, Frank Davis of the Blue Universe was ‘reflecting‘ on a smoking and drinking politician, the first from the UK to meet with the Prez (then elect)…
“I was especially pleased at his very positive reaction to the idea that Sir Winston Churchill’s bust should be put back in the Oval Office.”
Then to my surprise, I was advised to ‘Chill Winston’ by one of my favourite trolls in the Yellow Universe today
Just thinking aloud here to start this particular musing “with a bang”…of sorts…
(More like…a swirl containing some bangs…but whatevz…)
Anyway...
Q: We, meaning…our solar system…is surrounded by the Oort Cloud yes?
A: Yes. As far as we know…yes.
Q: The Oort Cloud is ice, ice crystals and rocks yes?
A: Yes. As far as we know…yes.
Q: What makes science think that other stars out in The Universe are not surrounded by the same or similar?
A: ?¿?
Q: Are you sure that you are seeing stars, and not stars that are shrouded?
A: ¿?¿
I dunno. This would explain a lot.
To me it does anyway.
I mean, it’s not “that simple” and there is more to this…but I’m thinking about pulsars and neutron stars…as we have so dubbed them.
Q: I wonder what “the rocks” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿¿?¿¿
Q: I wonder what “the ice” and “the ice crystals” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿?¿???¿?¿
Q: I wonder what “gas” and “gases” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ???¿?¿?¿???¿?¿?¿???
Q: I wonder what “energy” and “energies” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿¿¿???
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have a pretty goddamn good idea.
It’s warm as FUCK here. 71°F. There’s a thunderstorm to the southwest of me. It was lightning pretty good, and raining like a motherfucker at the far south-end of the storm…prolly about 5/10 miles away. Looked like a big assed hourglass where the moisture had simply gotten too heavy at one end, and was pouring like it was being funneled from the upper outflows and inflows. The wind was fairly noticeable as the storm was dissipating, and heading northeast towards where I was watching the storm. I was judging the distance(s) by the clouds visually, and the sound aurally…as there was all kinds of lightning…but no thunder. Which is weird considering the direction of the low level winds. Almost like the sound was getting sucked back up into the storm itself, as well as being muffled by the rain. Weird…but not uncommon. I’ve noticed this quite a bit with really powerful single storm cells before. Clear air all around, storm almost right on top of you, lightning like a mofo…but not a sound. The calm before the storm gets to where you are. The general perception is typically…”if you can hear thunder, you are in danger of being struck by lightning.” But that’s not always the case. Then again…I live at the very base of “Tornado Alley.” Well…one of our tornado alleys anyway. We actually have two big ones and one small one here in N. America. But you can find that on your own. I suggest searching Bing. (lol)
Been thinking about light and starlight quite a bit recently with respect to speed and distances. Afterall, I disagree with Einstein and most others with respect to speed and speeds in the Universal context.
But not always
I’ve postulated that matter/matters and/or energy/energies can travel at speeds which are so incredibly fast, or so incredibly slow, that they make light appear as if it is standing still by comparison. I’ve also postulated that light can and does “stand still” within certain contexts, irrespective of the speed of other matter and energies in proximity to said light. So yeah, regarding the above about our Oort Cloud…I see the facilitation of transportation of matter and energy on a far more complex scale and scales than we are privy to here on Earth/Terra. Yep…neutrinos again. I just think it important to get away from this “nothing is really real” and “everything is hollow” and “we don’t really actually ever touch anything” bullshit…because it removes context completely by adding context. Ironic eh? Just because you “zoom in” to a ridiculous level of magnification of the wood that makes up my tabletop, do NOT make that tabletop disappear. You’re simply looking at it via different eyes via different methods.
Q: If the tabletop “wasn’t/isn’t really there”…how in the FUCK are you looking at it?
A: !!!¿¿¿!!!¿¿¿!!!
Q: What about the methods and mediums you are using to look at this tabletop? Are those methods and mediums “real?”
A: ¿!?!?!¿
You trying to scare the shit out of everyone and everything? Because I was under the impression that “science” was for the benefit of “mankind.”
Q: What about “for the benefit of everything else?”
A: … ¿¿¿ …
Yeah. You’re including a whole fucking shitload of shit, then tossing it for what you want or what you are/were looking for.
Q: What do you think that our sun looks like from 1,000 “light-years” away?
A: !!!
Ya...srsly.
I wonder if those high-tech representations we are so fond of showing our Sun/Sol as this tiny fucking dot in the middle of nowhere…are…accurate.
Hmmm….
Maybe…
Just…maybe…
“Science” is getting it wrong with respect to sizes of planets and stars because of all that is omitted in your calculations.
Maybe…
Just…maybe…
You’re even getting it…backwerdz.
At least…some of the time/times.
If you think “Agartha” or maybe even “Russian Nesting Dolls” with respect to light…then add you some prisms to those orbs via crystals and crystalline shapes/forms…you’ll figure out how some of these stars are so goddamn big, and why you might be wrong with respect to just how large or small they are, and just how long these stars “live” or “don’t live.”
OH!! I’m sorry.
Did I just throw a monkey-wrench into the machine?
Good.
Science is supposed to make and/or describe machines…
I mean…not me obviously…cause I’m all stupid and stuff.
But I mean…others.
Are they learning?
Oh really?
Who is teaching them?
What percentage are you teaching, what percentage of those are “learning”, and what percentage of those are being deemed as successful and/or worthy of continuing to support?
So much for the giant snowball eh? It’s more like a disco-ball sometimes. I think this will also help describe the perturbance(s) in not only the orbit/orbits of travelers, but also solar wobble with respect to a star/sun’s relative position to…
A) Itself
B) It’s travelers and their travelers (yes, all of them…local, less-local, remote, less-remote, more-remote)
C) It’s galaxy and the locals relative to local, more-local, less-local, etc.
D) The Universe locally
E) The Universe remotely
Hey. Don’t bitch at me. You fucks wanted to think big. Let’s think big.
It just seems to me that if you are so desperate to find an answer…let’s find the correct one.
We’re just stumbling all over that “dark matter/dark energy” bullshit…and refuse to believe what it is eh? I guess ya gotta keep in mind that just because “a comet” has yet to become a comet in the solar context in which we know it best, that does NOT mean that a comet is somehow different on the galactic/intergalactic scales, just because it has yet to leave The Oort Cloud and orbit our Sun/Sol in the way that we are most familiar with it. It’s/they are already orbiting our sun. They are simply doing it on a less-eliptical plane and/or orbit. And also don’t think that meteors, asteroids and other comets are necessarily responsible for crashing into each other and sending shit flying in the way that science always seems to describe. Think: stable, less-stable, unstable orbits. We also need to keep in mind things like solar wind(s) both inbound and outbound. It seems to me that our Oort Could would have the effect of drawing any “excess energies” away by angling these energies. But this is going to be hard for me to describe here in a few words, because I see other energy and energies over time and times that are very easy for me to think about…difficult to describe, because I think more in terms of “handshakes” with respect to energy and energies instead of “give take” or “intrusions.” Sure…that happens. But I still think even that/those are simply things that we cannot yet describe. Why?
Q: If a bubble or membrane bursts…how long does that bubble or membrane retain the information that created and maintained it?
A: FUCKING WHAT?!?!?
Perspective. Keep it in mind. Contextually anyway. We are leaving a lot of stuff out over time and times over time. You fucks are so fond of folding this and folding that…why not fold your bubble or membrane that is rupturing instead of assuming that it dissipates completely? Yeah…that it re-forms. Yes…you read that correctly. That sometimes bubbles or membranes that “rupture” or are in the process of rupturing, are actually re-forming. Yep..even inside out/outside in. This should help out a bit with respect to strings and sting theory with respect to strings and stings that are “dangling” as it has been so described. That should help you understand “darkness” a little better. I think that darkness is not always the absence of light. If you make a light particle or stream a shade more conical…now you increase it’s speed and intensity eh? Sound familiar?
Should help “filling in some gaps” that are already filled. Just…missing-ish.
Roob might have to get a little creative with that section above. I had to venture outside of my comfort-zone with respect to thinking about her having to edit this shit. But sometimes necessary becomes necessary. Of course, I dunno what else it would or might become other than concern, but it’s already a concern as far as I am concerned. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be necessary eh? Not necessarily anyway.
I can talk myself into anything.
Q: Can someone who possesses the ability to “talk themselves into anything”…also possess the ability to “talk themselves out of anything?”
A: ???
Yeah…shit got all kinds of funky there with that second one all of a sudden. It even has the effect of making the first one even funkier when you bounce back to it via the second.
I guess I don’t understand what I perceive as science’s fascination with non-motion. Things not moving. Singular views of non-singular entities of all kinds. I mean…sure…I “get it.” But you are putting together a puzzle that is already complete and completely incomplete and non-completeable. Use your own fucking models for examples. We wereprimordial ooze that oozed…and now…we are primordial ooze that walks. And oozes. But we walk more than ooze. Right? Sorry…but are you really interested in teaching children that they are nothing but a walking pile of snot and shit that, contextually, doesn’t matter to The Universe at all….and expect them to be encouraged and excited about their prospects? And no, before you ask, I’m not suggesting that we be deceptive. What I am suggesting, is that you have no fucking clue yourself…so why preach your bullshit? Oh yeah…you have “an opposite” that is preaching their bullshit and holding you back or holding you down or being deceptive or talking as if they know what the fuck they are talking about.
Weird.
Understanding life while alive, is like trying to understand understanding.
Does science really plan on telling future children how many children in their past, our present, had to suffer and die so that we could explore our Universe and understand our place in it? Ya’ll keeping records on that kind of shit? Ya’ll working on explaining how you chose what you chose and why via the proper and accepted and acceptable channels? Or are ya just…hoping that insignificant details such as this will shrink in significance to future generations in lieu of what we have learned and achieved. Ever thought about maybe polling some of today’s children around the world and see what they think? Cause this ain’t just about science or even technology. But then again…nothing ever is simple. Everything is a process. That’s a fuckton of processes.
I just had a conversation with someone regarding left and right and liberal and conservative. During the course of this conversation, the term “anarchy” was brought up, and I commented that “Anarchists are simply confused conservatives.” This of course, resulted in some shock and dismay, because supposedly Anarchy exists only in a realm of absolute freedom. “Absolute” is your first indication that something is amiss. Conservatives try to exercise a balance of freedom from government and freedom of government. To me, this is anarchy in disguise, as these people retain their right to freedom as individuals. They prefer to exercise it through via “commonalty” via government(s) and “the rule of law” and it’s punitive nature. However, you retain the right to exercise your rights via whatever channel(s) you prefer or feel you need to exercise them through. If your neighbor “threatens you”…you are free to interpret that as you will, and act as you see fit based on this rule of law, irrespective of your neighbor(s) wants needs and whatever led to the situation in the first place. More likely, your need/needs superseding your neighbor’s needs.
EX: Your neighbor has a party. Guests park in front of your house on the street. The party gets louder that you would like. You call the cops. Your neighbor expresses their displeasure at your tolerance levels for others and their needs. They were celebrating something. This interfered with your peace. Strangers creeping around your house.
No. The first reaction is not always the correct one. It’s a reaction like any other. Typically, a reaction to an action of some kind.
I figure if God/the gods/The Universe can tolerate my sorry worthless ass for 49+ years, they can prolly tolerate your bullshit too. Maybe you should consider tolerating unique events as unique events. You cannot control what you cannot control. And when you do? Things tend to get out of control. But these are just my musings based on my observations. I’ve thought about this shit for quite a while. To relate…
Somewhere…out there…right now…there is a tree that will be cut down…that will start a chain of events…that will lead to human extinction on Earth/Terra.
Somewhere…out there…right now…there is a tree that will seed…that will start a chain of events…that will lead to human’s continued existence on Earth/Terra.
Yes…both.
I guess it’s a matter of timing eh?
We are NOT a species that is “destined to survive” of our own accord for our own benefit at the expense of everything else.
But I could be wrong.
Maybe you are one of those trees.
Which?
I dunno…you outta be able to answer that question…not me.
I guess if you don't choose, someone will choose for you, eh?
Q: What if I did choose?
A: Say WHAT?!?!?!?
I chose not to choose.
I must be a conservative.
Conservatives are more evil than Liberals.
According to Liberals anyway.
So yeah…anyway…fuck all of you.
I’ll find my own way thank you very much.
Have a great life.
I figured I stay away from pics and music till…whatever or something. I had no idea if you’d even be up for this idea, and didn’t put any thought into it other than the basic premise of a general back and forth with no rules.
When I post music or pics, it’s for many reasons, up to and including no fucking reason at all. Just, something I found interesting or whatever at the time. Passing it along. Making a note. Sharing…I guess. /me shrugs.
I like being encouraged and try to encourage others. In my own way of course. Heh heh heh!
Speaking of which…
I lambasted that left-leaning right-winger guy over at The Slog on his new article today, but it didn’t post for some reason. His comment about 90+% of people ignoring the hygiene signs at hospitals just made me rofl after his rant calling everyone rodents and rats.
Congratulations! You were lucky in only having to suffer US version of Tony Blair for 8 years; we had to put with the original for ten… And still he doesn’t shut up. Yours will probably be the same unfortunately.
Music and pics: Okay, I agree. For me they are more Clicky’s domain – it’s how he ‘speaks’ */shrugs… Well it is…*I dunno, give an imaginary creature some trousers and they think they’re the only ones allowed to wear them. I’ll have a word, ask him to butt out… Perhaps he can top and tail these ping pong communiqués…*Happy? …/nods head…*He’ll be alright with that…*Okay… /rolls eyes…*and there’s always the comment section.
If you want to hear a proper rant about hospitals and hygiene, I would point you in the direction ofThe Underdog. Have you read any of the Anthology I sent you yet? Not all the authors in it are Limeys. Great video, btw, nearly 200 views of your battle with the packaging. Quite suspenseful at one point when my sellotaping looked to have the better of your switchblade.
So apart from being a pilot, you’re also a musician. I know you mentioned it on (currently out of phase) Sync Miss Forum, but remind me, how many different instruments is it you can play?
How many instruments can I play? Or how many can I play well?
Can Play = several. Can Play Well = zero.
^Laibach – Across the Universe (Official video), 1989^
Guitar, bass guitar, piano/keyboards and drums/percussion. But I consider myself a songwriter. It’s helps explain why I am such a poor musician, which helps explain the terrible music, which helps explain the shitty songs played shittily. 😉
I come from a musical family full of musicians, both amateur and full and part-time professional musicians. Yet I was not allowed to pursue music as a career. Not sure what I was supposed to pursue professionally…but neither were they…so…yeah…I wound up a JOAT-MON, or, Jack-Of-All-Trades…Master of None. Lotta “shitty and worthless jobs” that someone needed me to do, but not acceptable enough or good enough or well paying enough “to raise a family, be a productive and respectable member of society, and be a good son.” Oh…and there’s that being a good Christian in the eyes of God/Jesus that is acceptable enough to draw breath. That must explain the asthma and other illness(es).
A JOAT-MON is sometimes also known as a walking travesty, professional fuckup and completely worthless waste of space/flesh that should have never been born nor even conceived. Or at least…in my case.
To relate, a conversation I once had with my father with respect to a car accident I was just involved in…ended as such…
Cade: Is something wrong? Cade’s Father: Yeah! I had my dick out, when it should have been in my pants.
MEANING: If I had not fucked your mother on that one particular occasion, you never would have been born, and I wouldn’t be here and now dealing with your sorry ass. Ouch.
I was 23 years old and living in DC at the time, and had made the 1,300 mile drive down to Dallas for a visit. Got into a car accident, my fault … …and he was trying to help me get my car more or less drivable for the 1,300 mile return journey in a basically undrivable car…which I somehow successfully made thanks to his help. I was and am thankful for that help. All of it. Yep, even the crusher. Not like I hadn’t heard something similar many times prior to that. But I learned an important lesson with respect to the difference between me and most. I see adversity as opportunity…NOT damnation or some kind of curse.
Sorry. I just don’t believe that God/the gods/The Universe is sitting around 24/7, dreaming up ways to make our lives a fucking nightmare of an existence. We can do that all on our own.
Sometimes… we can make even the best of dreams a nightmare with a word. “Nightmare” is a popular one. I can and have used that word myself many times, in situations that turned out just fine. Just…a few bumps here and there. Cliches usually come in handy at those points.
I guess I just hate the fact that we are sometimes SO FUCKING SURE…that tomorrow either ain’t coming, or if it does, that it ain’t worth suffering through. So…I try to live in the now. Eyes here, eyes there, eyes EVERYfuckingWHERE except the now…but focused primarily on the now as best as I can. It works for me…sometimes. 😉
I may have a shitty life, but I love it. I realize that in The Bible, Jesus said not to love you own life…so yet again…I fail. However, it allows me to at least attempt to respect my body a bit, which The Bible says is God’s Temple. The longer I can keep it alive, the more chance I have of being able to do something good with it. But “good” is subjective. Iknow how Ifeel. I get the feeling that God…whoever or whatever in the fuck that is, knows how I feel as well. He/She did create me afterall. Or at least…created the system that created me…so, yeah…created me. 😉
Holy FUCK!!! You’d think I like talking about myself or something.
I wouldn’t know.
Never done it before.
/me shrugs
^Love And Rockets – “All In My Mind”^
So yeah…all that said…you really want to know about “The Alpha to Omega Bet”…and you also want to know if I really made a bet with God.
A: Yes
Q: About what/what was the bet?
A: Heh heh heh
Q: Who won?
A: Heh heh heh
Q: What was the bet/the stakes?
A: Heh heh heh
Not so fast. We’ll get there. 😉
^Wall Of Voodoo – Mexican Radio^
P.S. – Direct questions will be answered directly as best I can. That said, I appreciate your tact. ❤
Jesus actually said that? Perhaps your dad was busy hating his own life that he felt able to say what he said to you. I had a similar but different conversation with my mum in my teenage years. She said, “Not that I don’t love you but you might want to consider not having children because having children is harder than you think. You have to sacrifice a lot.” Perhaps Jesus was addressing parents. I don’t know I wasn’t present.
Anyway, I took her words to heart because I didn’t want to have children for the longest time. I was very firm about it, too. And then one day, in my thirties, I got my period and started to cry over it and couldn’t stop. It occurred to me that I’d sacrificed a lot by heeding her words. That’s the thing about sacrifice, sometimes you don’t realise you’re doing it until you do. However, I’m glad I waited as long as I did because I feel as though Thoughtful Man and I hit the Jackpot knocking out the two that we have.
Hell, I know we hit the Jackpot, same as I know I hit the Jackpot having the parents I did and marrying the man that I have. If you are a JOAT-MON then I am Jackpot Girl…
*Clicky, I realise Cade disregarded my suggestion, but that doesn’t mean I have… /thinks… Although…*
Ian Dury apparently contracted polio as a kid from visiting a seafront swimming pool in Southend. The swimming pool no longer exists but I have visited it, as its foundations form part of a seafront casino…
Not that I frequent casinos very much. I have visited Las Vegas but that was more to see Tom Jones in concert than to gamble. In fact on the second day we were there I was approached by a security officer, who asked me, “Miss, are you okay?” Thoughtful Man was playing blackjack at a table and I’d been wandering aimlessly around rooms filled with rows of slot machines. I had a $20 note in my pocket, I just didn’t want to play. Possibly the look on my face was bad for business, hence the approach. More probable was that they thought I was up to no good. In any case it was a shock to be singled out for attention.
If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give up your life for me, you will find it. – Matthew 10:39
OK…so I paraphrased. But there are several references to that same quote in the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. The Bible is a tough read anyway. Especially when the vast majority of it in “spoken aloud” format has been screamed at you from some “fire and brimstone” pulpit telling you what a worthless shitbag you are. Some great stuff in there tho irrespective of the perception of it and it’s contents.
It’s pathetic that “the wise, educated and learned” can quote from anything, from anyone, from anywhere…EXCEPT “The Bible.” All of a sudden, you are a religious zealot quoting from the wrong book(s) and need to be “shown the way” to “true” enlightenment.
The other day, The Okie Devil wrote some lovely complimentary stuff on my treatment of his missives, here at the LoL…
*Don’t be jealous, Clicky… Just because Cade didn’t mention you…*
Anyway, he also floated a notion…
Maybe it’s time for us to try and write one together. Maybe a back and forth kind of “I write a paragraph…She writes a paragraph” and so on. I can see some other avenues within that framework that might work well as well. But maybe that’s not a good idea. I dunno. Just…thinkin out loud.
We’ll see I guess.
I thought it a splendid idea and so, Dear Reader, for your entertainment, below is our attempt, yesterday, at a sort of Anglo-American bout of Ping Pong…
Sometimes, this backward shit just don’t work eh? So you gotta improvise or some shit like that.
(Sorry about the foul fucking language)
Anyway…so…
Hey Roob! Q: Ya up for this “concept?” A: (your answer goes there) hehe
Take your time. It is afterall…your time.
I typically read in a “looping” kind of fashion. Up and down and around, at the same time as side-to-side, both backwards AND forwards. As a result, it caused me to develop a “less-physically/less-medically discernible” type of speech impediment that caused me to transpose letters. I could read just fine in my head. But when I actually spoke what I read, I tended to mix up the letters.
EX1: “The Dog”…would become…”Dee Thog.” EX2: “The Wide World of Sports”…would become…”We Wibe Swirled Aborts”…(usually, I was trying to avoid spitting with both the “S” the “P” and again with the “S”, which the “W’s” seem to have had pooled a massive collection of within my mouth).
This was/is in addition to several other “more discernible” speech impediments that were said to be the result of both unfortunate genetics and unfortunate “more preventable” types of events. Accidents…I believe they are sometimes called in more polite circles and/or settings.
“Being a complete and total walk-disaster of a fuckup” in more “real-world” types of situations.
But I digress.
Injuries to the head, neck, face, tongue, and jaw…are… …traumatic. Being encouraged to not speak at all…also has some lasting effects. Such as, for example…not speaking at all. The perfect imperfection. But I further digress…all kinds of things that can “inspire us” to stop communicating.
As a matter of fact…I think it’s about time for recess.
Wanna play? 😉
(Strictly platonic off course.)
/sorry couldn’t resist…DOH!!!
I think I might be able to think of some others who may benefit from such an endeavor. Maybe you can as well.
But I leave that decision, from here, up to you. I certainly do not wish this to cause harm in any way. And there is no pressure. If this sounds like the worst shitty idea you’ve ever heard of…feel free to keep that to yourself. “No fucking way you fucking Okie idiot!”…works just fine.
A: I used to sound like I’d had a drink when pronouncing my maiden name. I woz okay if I woz torking natchrole-like… ‘Roof Shoewan’… But if I was trying to sound educated or posh-like, the ‘th’ at the end of my first name would rear end the ‘Sh’ at the start of my second, like a DUI on black ice. Hot blood flowed, but only into my cheeks.
My son, Kitten, has/had verbal dyspraxia. He had a limited vocabulary until age 5, mostly consisting of “Mm”, “Da”, “Looby”, “yeah”, “no”, “cat” and “gone”. We didn’t even have cat, it was the neighbour’s pristine white moggy, Lara. She would jump up onto the garden fence whilst I nattered over it with next door, toddler in arms, and he would point and say “Cat!”, and when she jumped down, Kitten would exclaim, “Cat gone!”
Five years of speech therapy once a week with a willowy blond called Kendall (‘Mintcake’) developed his speech through repetitious play. But learning to write and spell were a nightmare; whilst Thoughtful Man took charge of Kitten’s 2wing and frowing from school to therapy room and back again, I was in charge of his homework and he did not like writing, not one little bit. At that time there was a Saturday evening TV show on called ‘Merlin’ which Kitten adored. Ah ha! I thought. If he could see words as ‘spells’, maybe he would see letters and combos of as ingredients. It did absolutely nothing for him but it sure as hell changed my perception of words.
What did work for him was me teaching him the NATO phonetic alphabet…
For some reason, he got that and, what with all the hard work his teachers put in (who he naturally charmed), he’s no longer afraid or using words, spoken or written. In fact, sometimes he never shuts up 😉
Is this the kind of thing you’re after Okie Devil? Btw, I did change a misspelling in your starter twice. Naughty of me as I have porpoisely misspelt words in my reply. Sorry, habit… But, as I’m sending it back to you, you can change it back if you wanna.
What kind of ‘accidents’ to your head, neck, face, tongue, and jaw?
Um…I’ve tried to talk about some of my injuries and unfortunate experiences and whatnot over at whatchacallit forums. I mentioned what most would prolly consider “the worst of the lot”…but not to me. I don’t remember much of that one.
I’d like to talk about my experiences…but I’m still not ready for some/most of them. If people think that the “sensationalist and unbelievable” worst of the worst of the worst is impossible…then how in the HELL are they gonna believe what I somehow survived…only to encounter even worse over a string of many events over years? Because I’m telling you…it gets worse.
The only reason I’ve poked my head up is that I know there are others that need to hear what I have to say, so that they do not feel so alone in their..”How did I survive that?” and “Why did I survive that?” moments that can and do come.
Just keep in mind that the only reason that I am talking about them at ALL…is because I am alone. Prolly someday…even my own children may need to hear these stories to help them understand why “dad was so fucking weird about anything and everything.” The short of that being…I tried to neither encourage nor discourage them from “jumping off of cliffs”…just assured them that if they DID jump and things went wrong?…I’d be there to catch them on the flip side. Have always tried to let them be their own person, but also always be there to guide them and advise them. And yeah…sometime…just…give them a little nudge maybe. 😉
Lotta scars on me that you can see, many that you cannot see. I just wanted to spare my children the bad ones, and allow them the choice of experiencing the good ones.
Roller skating on ice…for example. Meh…not too bad. Roller skating on ice with rocket-powered roller skates?
Now we’re talkin!
I’ve talked about some of my “bad stuff” tho.
Some car wrecks and stuff like that. Maybe some of that “abuse” type stuff of the physical and mental varieties that is usually best not spoken of. The kind of shit that makes a kid run off and join the circus or a carnival if one is conveniently located in proximity to where the kid can get to without someone finding him…again…and again…and again…no matter how far he makes it from…where he’s trying to get away from.
BTW, my spelling errors? Correct away. God know I won’t catch them all. You’re the one gonna be posting this shit. Your honor as an English speeking Limay is aatt stakes here young lady. 😉
I’ve already defeated one Limey this week in a spelling contest. Do you really wanna be next? (lol) Losing a spelling contest to an Okie from Texas? Oh…Bullocks!!!
Just seen thatMEROVEEFrank haspostedthis to BennyJurger…
You can always tell about some of the wonderful things you’ve experienced and weave in the painful stuff. Or like how Quint dropped the USS Indianapolis in Jaws. Very powerful and moving. Rocket-powered roller skating on ice, on the other hand, sounds like a unusual and exhilarating thing to try. Right up and until the moment it, well, isn’t. I have neither roller skated not attached rockets to anything, including sharks. I dunno, the idea just never occurred.
Perhaps we’re opposites. For instance, I’ve suffered no physical abuse and/or accident trauma. Only two hospital stays so far (well, three if you count being born in one): I had my tonsils removed at age 18. It was in a private hospital called ‘The Churchill’, located close to the Imperial War Museum in London. There is a song I associate with that hospital stay and it is attached to a bad memory of bad breath…
The other hospital stay was for the Boys’ birth. It was toward the end of the furiously hot August in 2001. Eighteen hours of labour and I end up having to have a C Section because Loopy shifted just before my fanny reached the required 10cm in diameter. I actually watched them being, not so much born as yanked out of me. I could see it all in the shiny ceiling tiles of the theatre. Loops had got his nose caught on something and wouldn’t budge. The profusely sweating surgeon even put his leg up on the surgery table to get better leverage. Loopy sported a big bruise on the side of his nose for his week in the world. But then again Kitten was born with a wonky toe. Erm… I’m now wondering for the first time if those two things weren’t related.
I may have broken a finger on a bumpy RIB ride across the Solent a few years ago. It was painful for months afterward but I never got it seen to, so probably not. Which means I’ve managed to get through just over 49 years so far without a broken bone. And you’ve had loads. Perhaps you took my share, in which case… Thank you ❤
Oh, the big news story the weekend of the Boys’ arrival… Posh Spice performed at a concert at Hyde Park wearing a lip ring! The scandal! When it was revealed to be a fake one, the UK MSM got a collective attack of the vapours all over again. Our UK press can be very parochial sometimes. The Song, however, that will always remind me of that weekend is by U2…
Hmm… three Songs included this time whereas you’ve being rather restrained. Strange 😉
When I saw your Calendar cover today about George Michael, “the reluctant pop star,” my first reaction was he should thank the good Lord every morning when he wakes up to have all that he has. And that’ll make two of us thanking God every morning for all that we have.
*Calendar? Hmm… I’ve posted about a Calendar recently, Clicky…*
*Well unlike a standard calendar, it did have 13 months, Clicky… /wink… Come on, back to the frank letter…*
I don’t understand a guy who lives “in hopes of reducing the strain of his celebrity status.” Here’s a kid who “wanted to be a pop star since I was about 7 years old.” And now that he’s a smash performer and songwriter at 27 he wants to quit doing what tons of gifted youngsters all over the world would shoot grandma for — just one crack at what he’s complaining about.
*Oh, in a musical mood are we, Clicky? …/furrows brow… I don’t know about ‘moving’ so much, the letter does seem kinda pointed…*
Come on, George. Loosen up. Swing, man, Dust off those gossamer wings and fly yourself to the moon of your choice and be grateful to carry the baggage we’ve all had to carry since those lean nights of sleeping on buses and helping the driver unload the instruments.
*1990… /tilts head… Maybe Frank’s words did hit home, then…*
And no more of that talk about “the tragedy of fame.” The tragedy of fame is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day. And you’re nowhere near that; you’re top dog on the top rung of a tall ladder called Stardom, which in Latin means thanks-to-the-fans who were there when it was lonely.
*/smiles… The lad from Hobo Ken did have a point…*
Talent must not be wasted. Those who have it — and you obviously do or today’s Calendar cover article would have been about Rudy Vallee — those who have talent must hug it, embrace it, nurture it and share it lest it be taken away from you as fast as it was loaned to you.
*Yeah… Seems George did manage to turn ‘the tragedy of fame’ into somethingelse…*
Trust me. I’ve been there.
*Ahh… Thanks, Clicky! …/shakes head… Wow! You’ve managed to knock the song-worm out of my head…*
Ah… It’s here! *…/waves hand…* Another missive, Dear Reader, just arrived from The Okie Devil… */contains excitement…*
*Hey! …/squints… I was going for contained excitement, Clicky…*
*/splutters… Cheeky bugger! I’m not like that…*
Erm… So yeah, Dear Reader, a new missive… */acts dismissive…* from Cade (Freak Of Nature) Apollyon follows… */lights fag, starts to read…*
*******
Let’s us STIR SOME SHIT UP!!!
Lemme get that fer ya.
You look like the …um…
…conservative type.
^SirensCeol – Coming Home [NCS Release]^
Now that we are all aboard this insane-0-train…
Let us now be entertained.
After all, we’re all in this together…
Insert something here about stormy weather.
Forgive me for trying here to be clever…
But I’ve been waiting to do this shit forever.
For what is coming next…you may want to duck…
Nice shoes baby…but I bet walking in them sucks.
Kinda like this shitty poem sucks.
^Cartoon – Why We Lose (feat. Coleman Trapp) [NCS Release]^
So let’s get to all of the current bullshit on my mind since you fucks are too busy playing your goddamn word games to just come right out and say whats on your fucking mind.
EXAMPLE: What in the FUCK is this bullshit being floated about assassinations?
I mean…you asshats DO realize that the only fucking times this assassinations bullshit even comes up anymore is when…
A) Some “controversial” election happens somewhere…
B) When someone is actually successfully assassinated.
It’s like deathwatches and death pools and deadpools and bullshit like that. Let me just go ahead and chime in on how fucking STUPID predicting “death” is.
At some point, as far as we know…every human being dies.
See the stupid there, stupid?
I mean…grow some fucking balls and call it “The Accelerated Death Pool” or some shit like that. Because as far as I can see? This ain’t about “being right”…that’s already taken care of for you within the confines and scopes of life itself. Nope…this is about righting right. Maybe even…righting and wrong.
So you want someone dead eh?
No other way?
Hmmmm….
Better be sure.
^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^
It would be almost sacrilege here to not post a B-52’s song here after…all that…unrelated bullshit whatever above…and I’ve thought about doing just that, because there is a Skinny Puppy song that I had in mind for posting here. But since a question has arisen in my puny brain, I’m gonna go ahead and ask that question, irrespective of any of this other disconnected bullshit rambling that doesn’t appear that it’s gonna end anytime soon…
Q: Who is it that decides “what is” and “what is not” the concept known as…sacrilege?
A: ?¿?
Srsly. I don’t know. Anyone know? And if anyone does know, how do you know?
^The B-52’s – “Legal Tender” (Official Music Video)^
Power and Control also seem to be on the menu for today…
A: If you are having control problems…add or remove power.
Simple.
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
Nah…I’m not gonna let myself off that easy. ‘Cause that was WAY too fucking easy. And shit that is easy? Yeah…there’s something MAJORLY fucking wrong. So let’s think more about making something simple difficult.
Lesse here… … …what was it… … …that I mentioned… … …in the comments section… … …of that previous nightmare of mine… … …AH YES!
A) Control
B) Issue
C) We
D) Much (or…”So Much”)
E) It
X) Dashes as opposed to Ellipses.
This was based on bennyjurger’s comment to the effect of…
“Control is an issue – We have only so much of it.”
So the pretense, as I see it, is still about control and power being simultaneous. But more than that, the necessary additives of the precepts or concepts of “powerlessness” and “control sans”…as I will term that last one. That should save us from having to directly address shit like “out-of-control” and “under-control” and “lack-of-control” as-nauseum.
For an example…I present…the following video below, for your intellectual, philosophical and cultural stimulation(s)…
^TIN MINE EXCAVATED TOO CLOSE TO THE OCEAN CAUSES MASSIVE LANDSLIDE!!! – MALAYSIA 1993^
NO WAIT!!! THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING VIDEO!!! HERE’S the video I wanted you to consider considering…
^Container Ship SNAPS in Half^
GOD!!! FUCKING DAMNIT!!!
THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING VIDEO ALSO GODDAMNIT!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M AN INCOMPETENT DOUCHEBAG!!!
HERE’S the fucking video I wanted you shitheads to fucking consider considering for your own fucking consideration with respect to considerations you fucking may or may not now be willing to fucking afford me goddamnit!!! … … …
^DUI checkpoint video goes viral^
As we can see from the previously aforementioned video and/or videos that you may or may not have watched and/or may or may not have been able to watch…that when we have things that are what they are, and suddenly…those things are taken away because of, not our own actions, but because of the actions of someone else? Yeah…we tend to get just the tiniest bit upset. Especially when these actions taken by “those enforcing the rule of law” by looking for this someone that may or may not even be there? Yeah…shady as FUCK!!!
The short of this being…
YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
REALITY?
It’s motherfucking real dipshits.
Even the unreal shit…seems to be…pretty fucking real.
I sometimes have something to say by the time I reach the end of one of these “Wacky Walls” or “Wiggly Walls” or “Wavy Walls” or whatever Roob has so dubbed them. But in this particular instance, this here bullshit that you are reading not is all I could come up with.
Sry.
Srsly.
^Who’s Laughing Now? – Skinny Puppy^
I dunno, but who does?
Oh…I’m sorry. I forgot that you are not in my head/cannot read my mind.
Lemme start over…
I dunno if any of this shit is ever gonna do any good, but who does? Not that I can see the future any more than you can see into my head…but…who wants to know the future. Seems to me that “the future” is the only thing that we ourselves can make. Or at least, help make. Yes…I believe in both fate anddestiny. Who wouldn’t? I mean, people and other entities have been pondering this shit for ages. They both are self-evident. So why would someone not “believe” in them? Oh…that choice thing? Welp…I went for the third option. Which, when numerically represented “as it happens” gets kinda complicated and not so much or so simple as…
1 + 1 = 2 = 3
That whole, divided and separate together kind of flowing that is more concrete here, and less concrete there…or less concrete here, and more concrete there. But I think that’s what allows us the freedom of choice and the freedom of freedom to do whatever in the fuck we want to whenever we want to…whenever we can. It’s not simply about chaos or order, or even chaos and order together. That omits everything else. And what is“everything else”…you might be asking yourself in this particular context? Welp…for starters…time and times. They are different and the same…at the same time AND at different times…all at the same time. It neither omits nor includes. That is what I personally would call…the now. The present. A gift…if you will. 😉
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^
Maybe we are arguing the same point from different perspectives. But how is that a bad thing? There has to be SOME reason that we are talking…right? Cliche’s like “You are preaching to the choir” aren’t going to save us here, because you suddenly assume the “the choir” is somehow more righteous than “the congregation.” Nevermind the assumption that “the pastor” or “preacher” or “priest” or whatever…is more righteous still. I dunno tho…that’s just my life, and has been my life tho…tests and being tested. When I’m not “being tested?” I’m motherfucking lost as shit. And in my case, that means if there is not blood and guts and gore (always mine) and adversity and bad dispositions and bad situations and just bad bad and motherfucking BAD…it’s bad. It usually means that something even worse is just around the corner.
Do I have your attention?
Because here is “the kicker”…if you will.
There is, and has been, all fucking KINDS of good stuff and awesome stuff and fun stuff and amazing stuff in my life. It’s simply a matter of being whoever you are, wherever you are, however you are. The most important part, to me anyway, is that you are. Yes…YOU! Not me. Just another thing that I kinda…do. Observing and pointing out the good stuff, in addition to observing and pointing out the bad stuff. Again…more choice(s).
To Point…Or Not To Point…That Is The Answer.
^Skinny Puppy – One Time One Place^
There’s always a better way.
If you look for something, you will find it.
^Skinny Puppy – Deep Down Trauma Hounds^
^Skinny Puppy – Deep Down Trauma Hounds (Backmasked) (Lyrics)^
The Okie Devil seems to be feel a little better and has sent through a upbeat missive, to help beat away the gloom of a wintry Sunday afternoon…
*That good eh, Click?*
*******
DRUGS!!!
Take em if ya got em.
(just a friendly suggestion)
^Losers – Summertime Rolls (Hybrid Remix)^
Afterall…we all know that only people on drugs think weird stuff.
Nothing unusual or strange about building underground roads, irrespective of where they are.
Q: When is the last time that you saw a road closed, the roadway removed, and the area restored to it previous natural state within natural nature.
A: Never?
Naturally.
^Jane’s Addiction- Summertime Rolls^
This post will not be sexual in nature.
I have a penis that is 13″ long, and 14″ wide.
Srsly.
That said, the rest of my “dimensions”…are irrelevant.
Oh…and have I mentioned?
I go down.
On the right woman anyway.
Q: What woman is “the right woman?”
A: Typically? The one right in front of me.
^The Crystal Method – Busy Child^
Let’s talk about you. I mean…who better to talk about than you? What choo gots on your minds? Elections, erections and reflections? Being all patriotic and upstanding and doing the right thing(s) for the right reason(s) and whatnot? Me too. Nothing better than being right and just and wholesome and pure. Cept of course…remaining right and just and wholesome and pure. Which should be pretty easy for someone who is right and just and wholesome and pure. Especially if you are patriotic. Does this make you a patriot? Or just a patriotic who isn’t able to actually achieve the level a “patriot” because you aren’t able to stoop to the level of bullshit that you must endure in order to become a patriot. Which usually includes becoming a hero. Which means that you prolly had to die. Which means that you had to become a martyr. Which mean you are dead. Unless you aren’t dead. Which…I have no idea what that makes you.
So anyway…tell me about yourself.
What’s going on where you are?
Are you involved in whatever that is?
Really?
How’s that workin out for ya?
^Blim and Rennie Pilgrem featuring MC Chickaboo – 2 Freaks^
Communication and communications is something that has been burning my brain for a while. It has also had the effect of burning my entire being. I typically use the typical common parlances when communicating…such as, “burning my brain, for example. If I had said “burning my being”…there are those that might infer, assume or even accuse me of having a romance with self-immolation, which I don’t, but this leads us to a point. And that is, that communications pathways are nothing new, they just to change over time. There is a fascination with the current speed(s) of communication(s), but the speed at which these communications travel are relative to the time and times. In ye olden days, communications that took a day or two by horse and rider were considered blisteringly fast. So now we have to add distance, because to keep things relative, we can now send a communication via land/sea/air and get virtually anywhere in the world in a day or two. I know that if I drop a 1st Class stamped letter in the mail, it’s guaranteed within 3 days anywhere in my country. Or is it 3 to 5 days? Maybe 3rd class is 5 days. Anyway…I don’t mail anything anymore cause I have nothing and no one to mail anything to…so yeah…so now we have cost and cost(s). So we’re aggregating aggregate.
Q: So what am I getting to?
A: There. You wanna read this shit or not?
There was a blurb I read someone over the last couple days regarding “Russian Hackers” uploading child pornography to certain politicians’ computers…and I guess the thought being…that whoever the “target” is, is someone that needs to be gotten rid of by any means.
Hmmm…
Not that this concept is anything new. Meaning, an outside source moving “questionable material or information” from one computer to another.
Q: Where is the source?
A: !!!
Yeah…that source.
All of them.
Who makes up this shit?
^Conjure One ft. Sinéad O’Connor – Tears From the Moon (Hybrid’s Twisted on the Terrace Mix)^
Q: When you “devalue” something…how did that something’s value arrive at it’s previous value?
A: ???
What’s that? If I value my life, I’ll shut my fucking piehole and keep it shut?
Q: Did you just devalue my life? Or did I?
A: ¿¿¿
I would simply think that “power” is really just a fuzzy logic type of nomenclature for energy. Weird that it would work out that way, because one would think that it would be the reverse. But I’m also thinking of people’s proclivity to fearing fear or being afraid of being afraid. You can mix and match there at will, but I guess that my rewatching the movie “Young Frankenstein” today has me thinking about terms and terminology with respect to life and endeavors within life or a life. I had posted a vid over at Merovee the other day that was a bunch of video clips of “Close Calls” of all types that had been captured by video cameras. Lotta “nature” and “natural” types of things in that particular video that seem completely irrelevant to the modern life of humans and their machines and pathways. Or at least, until they are. And it really just stung me in my heart…a question…
Q: What in the FUCK are we doing?
A: Keep the “we” in a subjective context when thinking of your own answer.
^John Creamer & Stephane K. – I love you (Hybrid remix)^
There’s really nothing new with respect to tinkering and tampering, so it makes me wonder what the issue is. Assuming there is one. I mean, you can threaten someone the live-long day with doing or bad things to them, but it really doesn’t mean anything except which it does. Waffling between fear and hope is something that I guess could be called leveraging. Why do either? What is it that you are really after? Because even if I don’t know what that is? Yeah…you do. So now, there are TWO things that I don’t know that you want to know. No wonder you don’t trust anyone to “do the right thing.” If you cannot trust, you must not be very trustworthy yourself. At least, not for anyone other than yourself. People ARE allowed to say “no” ya know. I mean, you are…right? Or are you wrong? Right? Whatevz. Sally forth.
^The Crystal Method – Tough Guy^
Hello. Please come in and sit down. I have some things I need to discuss with you. I am not interested in discussing things with you that you are interested in discussing with me. Unless of course, it is in my best interest to discuss it with you. In which case, you must assume that it in our mutual interest(s). I am trying to protect your interests, assuming that it is in my best interests to protect your interests. Which…by the way…what are you interested in?
I personally like fucking.
But enough about me…let’s talk about you.
^Hybrid – Break My Soul – Video^
I have some serious shit to get to.
Seriously.
But before I do that…let me tell you a bit about myself.
I currently only have a penis to offer, as I am broke and unemployed.
It’s kinda small and unimpressive.
So…let’s talk about something or someone else.
Seriously.
The sooner the better.
^Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince – Summertime (Hybrid remix)^
So thinking about encryption and things like ciphers, it seems to me, that the less complex that a cipher is? Yeah…the more difficult to decrypt or “beat” it is. Yep…I’m thinking about number stations again.
What better to use as a cipher?
You guessed it…
…publicly available information.
The “1 to 1” types of ciphers? Yeah…intriguing. Unfortunately? You have no fucking CLUE as to the number(s) of “ones” involved in that equation/those equations. Yeah…motherfucking YIKES!!!
Man…you talk about sending “decryption people” on a wild fucking goose chase? Yeah…that’s the way to do it. Ever since “intelligence work” became “police work”…you fucks have shot yourselves in the fucking foot. Several times even. Maybe carrying an automatic or even semi-automatic pistol isn’t in your best interests. I mean…when you look for something that isn’t there? What adjustments are you making “to make it there?” Simple…create it. Yeah…talk about your nesting and embedding…I can get as creepy as you want. Weird how that works eh? I mean…stooping to such levels so I can navigate your channels.
Southern Cliche: When you are up to your ass in alligators, it’s time to drain the swamp.
Q: What in the FUCK are you doing in a swamp?
A:
Oh…you’re too swamped to give an official reply?
Hmmm.
RATS!!!
^Hybrid – Higher than a skyscraper (Hybrid twitch and sweat mix)^
So thinking about this “1:1” ratio that has been bandied about here recently…let’s throw a new wrinkle in there…
0:0
Not null null…I’m thinking more along the lines of “nothing/nothing”…assuming you can grasp that concept. I’m sure you can, because it’s really quite simple in it’s complexity. What do we use as a model? Simple…Tachyons and Neutrinos. That means…yep…you guess it…Neutrons.
The “tic toc of the clock” of a different order…so to speak.
Yep…a silent one.
Or…silent ones…as it were.
Which ones?
Welp…that’s complicated.
So…
0:0
0:1
1:0
1:1
Oh…and let’s go ahead and do the next step as well I guess…
01:10
10:01
11:10
11:11
Tic toc.
^Infusion – Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^
Today, I got to watch an episode of some new series called “Taboo” with Tom Hardy. Someone made the “personal” note to me that Tom Hardy’s dad produced this show or something like that. Which I find weird, because Tome Hardy’s dad also produced Tom Hardy. Weird…
Anyway…
Ironic that the actor who played “the governor” character from the recent “Pirates of the Carribean” series, is NOW playing the head of The East India Trading Company. Anyway, yeah…there was some series on the National Geographic Channel of something like that which had a series called Taboo as well. It was about that weird shit that goes on in Godless parts of the world where devil worshipers who don’t love Jesus or God or anyone else for that matter, do weird shit in public that most of “the civilized world” only does in private. Like this one time? I was fucking my pet goat? And these secret agents came in and came in my goat. Yeah…they fucked my goat. MY GOAT!!! Musta somehow seen an opportunity to be the lecherous bastards they are, and fucked my goat and told me not to tell anyone…otherwise…they would tell on me for fucking my goat.
Buncha fucking two-timing, double-dealing, backstabbing bastards.
NOTE: I do not own a goat, nor would I fuck it if I did "own" a goat.
^THE CRYSTAL METHOD – BUSY CHILD DRUM COVER^
Yeah…I know what’s comin’.
Q: Do you?
A: (not askin’…just sayin’)
Chill…K?
You really need to ask yourself the following question…
Q: What if?
A: Oh yeah!
😉
^The Crystal Method Murder^
It’s currently 02:22 in the morning, and I’ve been up since 12:30. It’s cold outside. No wind, drizzly/misting with heavy fog. Quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful. Still. Calm. The halos around the street lights, and the glow of the natural gas plant lights just up the road are tolerable tonight because of the fog. Which is weird, because on a clear night? The lights are almost intolerable. They create a haze that is blinding. I’d rather stare at the sun when its out, than see the dark lighted with electrical lighting. All of the different types of lights and lighting and shading and intensities and etc., even tho they are all electrically powered…just seem to be stepping all over each other and making it damn near impossible to see at night. Now how fucking weird is that? Difficulty seeing at night, because of all the goddamn lights. So much for standards eh?
^The Crystal Method – Blowout^
In the pic above…
Q: What is left out?
A: Everything else.
Say what?
Q: Where did that DNA come from?
A: And where is that “come from” now in relation to the DNA strand?
So…if you order you up a “designer baby” from Dr. DNA…
Q: Who is being left out?
A: Yeah…that one.
I mean…what happens when you order yourself up a baby with brown hair and blue eyes, and when it gets here, it has brown eyes and blue hair? Are you committed to raising that little punk rockin emo kid as a punk rockin emo kid? Because even tho you are gonna prolly save a SHITLOAD of money on hair dyes in the future, you know that the kid is gonna have to spend a lot of time at comicons and Star Trek conventions and anime conventions. Weird that an unconventional kid would suddenly be destined to spend their lives at conventions eh? Anyway…yeah…”baby” and “kid” and “child” and shit like that? At what point do they become a person? A human being even? OH! When they are old enough to become their own person? And who is gonna handle THAT “training period?” You? What about all of the genetics shit that you took the liberty of tinkering with? You didn’t get what you wanted…and even if you did?…what happens when you don’t? You gonna kick and scream and throw a fit like some spoiled little brat?
Great plan.
Let’s run with it.
^Sarah MacLachlan – Fear (Hybrids Super Collider Mix)^
I guess the best and most logical method of “proving” that aliens exist?
Easy…make one.
Yeah…I’m suggesting that you create one.
Out of thin air? I don’t give a shit what kind of air you use.
I would suggest staying away from the swamp gas tho.
Apparently, alligators live there, and you may have an overpopulation issue.
You may even find that the “population problem” includes a certain recent addition member of the current populous. (yeah…you)
I mean…you found your guy right?
You just didn’t find what you thought you were gonna find.
You found something else entirely.
Good luck.
^Mind Games – Sinead O’Connor^
Oh…I’m sorry…did you not wanna talk about this shit? Or did you? Or…”do you”…contextually, might be better phrased. Cause you KNOW that all we do is shit. (Additional “O” intentionally averted/omitted) So yeah…let’s keep talking about this shit. Sure, sure…this conversation is a bit…”one-way”…if you will. But that’s kinda what happens sometimes. The conversation is all one way and one way only and lopsided and me me me or you you you or whatever whatever whatever…and we all know what happens when shit is repeated in threes right? Yeah…CHANTING!!! And chanting is BAD!!! And BAD is EVIL!!! And EVIL is NO GODDAMN GOOD MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
^Mind Games with Lyrics John Lennon High Quality Audio (Blue Ray)^
I guess with some of the reading that I have done over the last week, I’m a little more all over the fucking place than usual, because I really hate it when I see things that I don’t understand. But more than that, I hate things that I DO understand, and suddenly have all kinds of questions. I also hate it when someone suddenly becomes too-busy to talk about whatever in the fuck they are talking about. So, I play every side of the fence that I can think of. I guess some would say that there is a problem with comprehension there. That if I am not well versed enough in a certain subject that my ignorance is my enemy, and whatever I have to say is invalid. Fair enough. But that’s a damn vague way of simply saying SHUT THE FUCK UP N00B!!! to someone who just poked you right in your weak-spot. I guess that’s why and how this secrecy business is, or can be, so fucking destructive. The more you hide, the more that you have to hide. And the more that you hide, the less that remains hidden. Weird how that works eh? But it’s kinda like “the concept of dividing by zero”…which some say is impossible. But that’s not correct. Zero can be divided just like any other number. But it has the effect of creating a pointer that is VERY visible to “the unseen in the seen” as I call it. Being mindful of those who do not have the same sense of sight that some of us do, I don’t like calling it “being seen” or “the seen” or “the unseen” on that premise alone. I don’t like to deprecate those that are already qualified as deprecated or “less-than the average.” It’s weird how “the less than” suddenly becomes “the more than” in that situation eh? Even moreso that it is more visible than the visible.
The blind are more visible than those who can see.
Weird.
^Static-X – Love Dump [mephisto odyssey remix]^
Lotta pics in this whathaveyou. I wonder how many there are?
So let’s ask ourselves a question…
Q: What is the number of basic shapes?
A: Zero (0).
There are no “basic shapes.” There are shapes that take shape, when and where they take shape.
Ya Savvy?
Cool.
Yes. I impolitely steal bandwidth and use images without proper authorization or consent from the authorizing disconsenters of privately owned publicly available whatever. I make millions of billions of mega-dollars off of this heinous bullshit. And I will soon take a vacation to Spain to visit one of the ancient Atlantean civilizations known as Atlantis. Yes. There was/is more than one. You may have even seen it, and not even known it. Under those circumstances…does it matter what the name is? I just wanna go back to the old country one more time before I leave then come back and visit it again later.
^Foetus – I’ll Meet You In Poland Baby^
I wonder where that “wobble” originates?
I wonder where that “wobble” originated?
I wonder where those “wobbles” originate?
I wonder where those “wobbles” originated?
I wonder when those “wobbles” originated?
I wonder when those “wobbles” originate?
I wonder when that “wobble” originated?
I wonder when that “wobble” originates?
^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Lust For Death^
If I take the time to comment on something that someone has written, is it worthy of a response simply because I took the time? Or is the content more important? This one seems pretty simple. And it is.
Nevermind.
I’ll shutup.
This time last year, Dear Reader, I was still embarked on a ‘Pointless Exercise‘. I’ve not touched on the show since but it remains a treasure trove of synchronicity, wrapped up in the innocent garb of an amusing teatime TV quiz show…
*George Michael, who recently died, Clicky… Where are you going with this? …/furrows brow…*
*Okay… Red Frank’s MEROVEEpost… You’re not being rude are you? …/squint…*
*Ah! Yes, apparently MRS REIGN is a fan of ‘Pointless’… Clever, Clicky… /rubs snout… No, don’t pout… Of course I had faith in where you were taking me… /glances away…*
Armstrong later corroborated the source in a Radio Times interview, where he said a Palace insider affirmed that Pointless was indeed on Her Majesty’s TV viewing schedule.
It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever see The Queen make a guest appearance on the show herself. However, it may make other fans of it rather chuffed to know that they can count on the Head of the Commonwealth amongst their ranks.
Armstrong, Dear Reader, the name Armstrong occurs twice in the Pointless sync I am about to relay…
*/grins… Yeah, Hugo… He’s involved in my Pointless sync as well, Clicky… /continues grinning…
So, on Thursday evening Thoughtful Man and I were watching a back episode of ‘Pointless‘. It was in the ‘head-to-head’ round when the subject of Royalty came up, as it occasionally does…
It wasn’t Damien of ‘The Omen‘ fame of course, but Viscount Linley, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, a.k.a. David Armstrong-Jones…
*No… /rolls eyes… Yes, that’s Doctor Who as a ‘father’ but that’s not ‘Who’s father’, Clicky… /shakes head…*
… I mentioned Lord Snowdon’s passing to Hugo in conversation on Friday evening, but only after he sent me a news story about ‘Road Rage‘. It was unsolicited – I hadn’t told him of the silly Pointless answer I’d given the night before…
*/sings… You give me road rage… Love that strong Welsh accent, Clicky… Hey! Snowdon is in Wales… /smiles…*
*/gasps… OMG! Clicky, the brilliant sci fi book I’m currently proofing for Leggy… You are so clever! …/holds out arms… Come here, you impossible creature…/rubs snout…*
Dear Reader, I hope you have enjoyed this pointless sync at the LoL. I’m off to continue my reading, so if you have any questions or observations, please avail yourself of the comment section, below…
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