Dear Reader, the following missive from Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. the Okie Text Us Devil, arrived yesterday…
*Cade and me remote viewed that movie on Friday night, Clicky… /lights up… Love a bit of ‘itchcock, me…*
*No, Clicky, knot that diseased clap… /drags… HITCHcock…*
… Apols! I didn’t have time to format it for posting then…
*True… /streams cloud of smoke… It appears Cade has been chewing on the idea of paper, Clicky…*
… BUTT! It’s ready for you now…
*Is that a pun on tool/cock, Clicky? …/arches eyebrow…*
… Enjoy, Dear Reader, enjoy! 😀
PEACE SAYS OF PAPER
PEACE IS OF PAPER
PEA CIS OF PAY PER
PEE ZIZ AH VAPER
PEACE IS A VAPOR
Pieces Of Paper
Whadda ya think peace would say of paper?
We write out some peaceful accord on paper, we sign it, date it, maybe stamp it with some ribbons and/or seals, shake hands, give out copies of the thing, then marvel at our own significance. But paper hasn’t been around forever. Depending on who you ask, and depending on how technical they may get about what “paper” actually is, paper may have been invented by any number of people at various times in various places around the globe. The general consensus being that paper has only been around in various forms for a coupla thousand years. Before that it was chicken scratching in clay or on rocks or maybe even on copper plates. And before that? Welp, it appears there wasn’t any writing going on. The peeps way way back had an oral fixation, and little, if anything, was written down.
What I’m getting at, is how long has the concept of “peace” been around. More than that, what does “the expression of peace” mean. Does peace require some secondary something in order to be real.
^DJ Cummerbund – Play That Funky Music Rammstein^
I bet you know your country very well. Prolly know where it came from, what it’s about/what it stands for, what it is capable of, and what it is incapable of. If you are patriotic, you’ll know there is NOTHING your country is incapable of.
One might read that article and think that the United States of America and its peoples are more than capable of not holding up their end of a bargain. Agreements are meaningless to Americans. To be fair tho, here in the year 2020AD/CE, all the people who made those agreements are dead. The old people who never knew me, nor would even know that I would ever exist? Why should they get to speak for me? They have no idea when I’m alive nor what my needs are, so how in the hell can they possibly be so bold as to think they can speak for me. Takes some serious balls to tangle future generations in your own wicked web(s). Oh, and before you get too heavy on picking on the USA, may wanna do some digging in your own country’s past.
May even wanna dig in your own personal past…see what agreements you have and have not adhered to.
^Aldous Harding – The Barrel (Official Video)^
Best way to enslave someone, is not to tell them. Stealth slavery. Oh sure, you’ll see all kinds of signs that this slavery is very real and not some modern myth, but you’ll dismiss these signs. Suspension of belief, because the truth is too horrible to contemplate. Afterall, the lie that is perpetuated whilst remaining unspoken? Yeesh…fucking horrible thought.
Take your billions and jam them up your ass…we want the land.
^Dirty Projectors – Inner World (Official Music Video)^
You’ve got the freedom to do your own thing(s). You’ve got the freedom to play the game(s) your own way(s). Gotta admit tho, it’s rough. The temptation to get up on that big stage and perform for the whole world?
Your own act works great for you, and you begin to think everyone else ought to be dancing your own personal jig. And just like that, you become the very thing you supposedly hate.
^R.L. Burnside: See My Jumper Hanging On the Line (1978)^
I’m 52 years old, and I’d imagine that I’ve gone through a shitload of paper in my time here on Earth/Terra.
Q: Where is all that paper now?
Even if I had some of the paper I’ve used over the years, it’d prolly be tattered, yellowed, crumpled, ink smudged or faded, and whatever was written on it prolly wouldn’t mean the same to me today that it did back whenever I first scrawled on it. It is with that in mind that I wonder what paper may think of itself with respect to whatever is written upon it. And at its core, I wonder what paper writes upon us. How does this tangible material called paper somehow solidify the abstractions that we each of us are capable of (like peace).
I guess I could be all dour and espouse that paper might think us all hypocrites. That what is on that paper is unlikely to reflect what is in our hearts. Yet here I am, day after day, spilling my guts and pouring out the contents of my soul as to exactly what is in my heart. So why am I so goddamn skeptical about others. Why am I thinking that any declaration of peace, is actually a continuation of war by other means. And why should I care what a piece of paper thinks about what is written on it?
Paper is a dead and lifeless thing
^Khruangbin – Pelota (Official Video)^
Mentioned the fact that I’m 52 years old, only because that’s supposed to mean something. Have no idea what it’s supposed to mean tho. My mother is in her 70’s, she thought I was an immature prick when I was 2, when I was 8, when I was 11, when I was 25, when I was 39, and prolly still thinks I’m an immature prick now. I have no idea what any of that means other than “age” supposedly means something.
In this instance, the fact that I am 52, and the fact that we live in a consumerist age, must mean that I have used more than my fair share of paper over the course of those 52+ years. Might also mean that I have an accumulated knowledge of paper and its usages. Like say, that paper mill near Shepherdstown West Virginia.
God DAMN that mill stunk
Have no idea how anyone can possibly stand to work at one of those places, let alone live near one. I could barely stand the fact that I had to drive by it twice a day, and if the wind was just right, the fumes came right across the road and you had to drive through the stench.
Wait…what in the fuck was I even talking about? Oh yeah…old paper(s).
^Shamir – On My Own [Official Video]^
Submarines don’t have anchors. Every type of ship or boat has an anchor, but not submarines.
^Phoebe Bridgers – I See You (Lyric Video)^
Anything “off-the-record” should be considered subliminal messaging.
Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered subliminal messaging.
Anything “off-the-record” should be considered.
Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered.
Was just thinking in terms of “permanent records” and “book of life” kinds of stuff, and was thinking about the concept of pretty much everything being “on the record”. It got me to thinking about how one could ever possibly hope to keep something off one’s record. Got me to thinking about whispers. “Between you and me” kinds of things.
Q: Is intimacy nothing more than tactical maneuvering?
Roped in to the “insider” circle, via “privileged” information, and now you’re nothing more than another plaything twisting in the breeze by those who cause the wind(s). Let’s back up a bit by adding “knowing” and “what it means to know” to our thoughts here on the topic of “off-the-record”.
^Fontaines D.C. – I Don’t Belong (Official video)^
Everything we think and/or do likely creates a transaction record of some kind. We may not always have the ability to actively recall a specific event, but that does not mean that a particular event did not happen, nor does it mean that a record of the specific event does not exist.
EX1: You’re driving down the highway, you see a billboard with an image of hot chick on it, but you really pay no mind to the billboard, nor its contents any mind because you are focused on other things.
EX2: You are cruising through various blogs, you see an image of a selfie from a hot chick in the comments on a particular blog, but you, for the most part, pay it no mind because she’s WAY outta your league.
Both of these events are transactive and/or create a state of transactivity, so there is likely a record made of each occurrence. As to why you may not be able to actively recall the memory via this transaction record, welp, we were dismissive of both events, but appear to have been dismissive for different/varied reasons. Maybe find some other constants. Both events features “hot chicks”, and both events feature you yourself. Why do you have eyes for 1) hot chicks, and 2) hot chicks who are (potentially) interested in you. Whether you realize it or not, you seek to connect with someone. Chances are good that someone is out there trying to connect with you.
Q: What are their intentions?
A: What are your intentions?
Life is quite fun, eh?
^LA Priest – Rubber Sky (Official Video)^
Swinging back to the original thought of “off-the-record” types of stuff, being honest with yourself about your own desires seems to be quite important with respect to not getting lost. Being able to identify messages, who is sending them, and maybe even why. If you wanna be part of the inner-circle and be “in the know” and all that good stuff, welp, how much consideration are you giving to what others want in return? People are unlikely to hand you the keys to the candy shop so you can run wild and grow fat on the sweet, sweet sugar of the proprietor’s labor. They built that candy shop. Stocked it. Occupied it. Loved it. And here you come along and want to loot it? Ravage it? Get all of the reward with none of the work?
^The Chemical Brothers – The Golden Path (Official Music Video)^
If you hand someone an eraser…
…that same someone is likely to do some erasing.
Q: Is this akin to deleting official emails, burning and/or shredding documents, chopping up bodies, wiping off fingerprints, filing down serial numbers and/or covering up evidence / tampering with evidence / destroying evidence?
A: ? DOH! ?
Just seems to me that we are on a path to removing a lot of the tangible “proof” we, some of us, seek. Cept by word of mouth of course. Hearsay and conjecture. You know…conspiracy theory.
^Nine Inch Nails – Closer But It’s Funkytown By Lipps Inc.^
Where there is smoke, there is…well…there’s only…
The fire(s) are being concealed (assuming there even is a fire). There may also be some interest in concealing the nature of the fire(s), who started the fire(s), why they started the fire(s), etc.. Just occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, some people are doing the work of others, perhaps without even realizing it.
^One More Time^
Painful stuff is painful. Painful stuff from the past remains painful irrespective of the distance(s) between here and there. We like to block, we like to forget, we like to heal, turn negatives into positives, to move on…
I get that
But when that painful something is erased, is forgotten, when that something is lost in time, we lose our bearings. Forget why we are the way we are. Not only that, it creates a void for future generations. Voids are holes. Do you really wanna be responsible for creating those holes for children to step in? Because they may come looking for you someday and demand answers as to why you tried to conceal truth from them. And let me tell you, when you’ve no evidence to justify and/or back up your actions in ways that is satisfactory to them? They’re likely gonna think you’re being untruthful. They may want blood.
They may even feel justified. Afterall, you created solutions for yourself, which created problems for them, and you left them in the dark in the process. Or worse, you may have tried to get clever and create some revisionist or alternate history type of narrative that was complete bullshit.
Lots of peeps like to espouse that if they had a time machine, they’d go back in time and rectify all kinds of missteps and wrongdoings. The problem is tho, had you not made the missteps in the first place, you’ve no way of knowing where to go in time in order to fix these perceived fuckups.
Worse still, you create a paradox by going back in time and erasing the misstep. If the point in time for your destination no longer exists because you’ve erased it, that means your point of origin never existed, which further means you now have no idea where you came from, nor where you are, nor what you are doing, wherever it is, that you find yourself. This may ultimately mean that you are likely to do the same exact shit you just undid. Which means you are gonna wind up right back where you started. Which means you are gonna go back and undo what you did.
^Toro y Moi – Ordinary Guy (feat. The Mattson 2)^
Death? Yes, I can think of some reasons for “death” to exist. Many reasons. And prolly not the reasons you may be thinking of either.
In this instance, I’m thinking of death being (potentially) a portal or exit from a loop in time. Albeit an extreme one, but at the same time, I can think of some reasons that some may “pray for death” when stuck in a time-loop. Or worse, stuck in a time-knot. Or worse still, stuck in a looping time-knot.
Simple…the entity in question becomes aware of the loop and/or knot. When we get stuck in loops, we want out. But we gotta become aware that we are in a loop before we can begin to explore egress options, and depending on how scary the experience of becoming aware of being stuck in a time-loops is, we may first jump to some pretty fucking radical escape options…like death.
That said tho, one would have to take into consideration that one is becoming aware of the time-loop(s), becoming aware of their place(s) in it/them, which means that a change of some kind is already happening. “The same” is no longer the same, and there is a divergence of some kind within the architecture of the loop(s). With this in mind, one would need to pause for a moment, and consider what it is that may be effecting this change/these changes in your little looping time-space.
Is it possible, that something, or maybe even someone, has become aware of your plight, and is trying to get you out of your loop? May wanna give it some thought before doing anything hasty or rash. Just because Death is coming for you, don’t get all anxious and angsty. Don’t wanna make Death’s job too easy now, do we?
^Miradors (Lane 8 Remix)^
Ever wonder if this whole “confounding of the languages” thing that went down at the Tower Of Babel may have actually been an act of benevolence? Like, these dipshits were attempting to build something that was gonna reach out into space, and this was thousands of years ago when building codes, construction techniques and engineering specifications just…well, they may not have been what they needed to be at the time in order to build this “tower to heaven”.
Oh sure, it was gonna be a “tower to heaven” for the poor fuckers inside of who were killed when the damn thing collapsed, but that’s about it. So what I’m wondering is, maybe some wise motherfucker came up with a clever plan to stop the project before the damn thing collapsed under its own weight and killed a bunch of people. Not to suggest that people back then were idiots with regards to construction because there are all kinds of ancient structures which prove otherwise. But at the same time, about 350 to 455 feet seems to be about the best they could do.
Maybe a subtle way of encouraging them to seek other methods of getting to Heaven was by making communications difficult.
Let’s not look at the obvious here…
…let’s look at some of the underlying.
You live in the year 2020. The world is on fire. As the world burns, you find something from 1551AD which says the world will be on fire in 2020AD. In the present moment, Nostradamus’ predictions really don’t do you much good because they’ve already come to pass. However, this does present an opportunity for getting eyes to point towards soothsayers and prognosticators. It was foretold that we’d be in this mess, now here we are in this mess, maybe what we should do at this point is find us some mystics who can tell us how to get out of this mess.
Best part is, it really doesn’t matter if the mystics and psychics you find here and now are right or wrong in their predictions either. What matters is that mystics in the now have some work and an income for the time being. Another method for having to rely on others to tell you what to do and how. Prolly when also.
^Klangkarussell – Time (Official Video)^
Speaking of revisionism, found this documentary below last night, and it states that the great extinction event of 65 million years ago was not caused by an object hitting the Yucatan Peninsula, but rather by a super volcano/hot-spot in India long before India was the India we know today. I only made it to 32:27 into the video before abandoning it. Vid isn’t bad, just not very good. Certainly had some interesting concepts, and not just the obvious.
^A Volcano Odyssey – Full Documentary^
Ellen Ripley: UFO Investigator
Ripley never actually visited the alien ship in any of the Alien movies, but I do wonder if Ripley could actually be considered a UFO Investigator. Or is she more of an ALF Investigator? NTI Ambassador? ET-Human Relations Attaché?
At this point, you may be wondering why I’m wondering if a fictional character named Ellen Ripley could be considered a UFO Investigator.
When I read that tweet, Ellen Ripley is the first thing that popped into my head. Why? Welp, upon reading that tweet, it occurred to me that very few characters in the Alien films actually wanted to have alien encounters.
In the first film, they had an unexpected encounter with a UFO, and from then on it was a string of unexpected encounters with ALFs/alien lifeforms. Very much parallels what seems to happen here on Earth. Except now we have a whole slew of people who have not had any personal UFO experience(s), but want to have one. Prospectors. Wildcatters. Speculators. Investors. Settlers. Getting out of where you are, in favor of some better something over the horizon. Goldrush fever boiling the blood of many who want to have that experience of actually finding for yourself what others have already found/experienced.
^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^
Read through the comments from the tweet above, and it would appear that the video the dude was seeking with the “European, middle age, Caucasian, stout, very polite and professional sounding lady” has been located.
Have not watched the video, BUT, I did skip through it and stop at various points in the PowerPoint presentation to see what she’s talking about. She’s gone deep, and she also seems to be talking about a lot of things similar to/along the same lines of where this particular missive started. This will necessitate that I actually watch the whole video, but 2 hours and 19 minutes?!?!? Jesus H. Keyryst…even tho’ the vid appears to contain some interesting info, that’s quite the time investment. I may have to recruit someone to watch it with me. Anyone out there wanna spend 2 hours and 19 minutes watching that with me? Maybe some time after in discussing thoughts?
^Haim – Gasoline (Audio)^
You fucks can’t even get along with the neighbors you have right now. How in the fucking hell are you going to be able to navigate the complexities and nuance(s) of interstellar politics, when you can’t even figure out how to reach a resolution regarding preventing your neighbor’s dog from shitting on your lawn, or your neighbor playing their music too loud, or maybe “suspicious” people lurking in your neighborhood?
Not to mention that many of those in “the UFO community” tend to be either a bunch of pretentious and elitist pricks hell-bent on making a name for themselves, or individuals who are so goddamn paranoid that they trust nothing and no one. You really think that extraterrestrials are gonna consider you some kind of goodwill ambassador to liaise between parties when you treat your own like shit?
I think not
Perhaps if the extraterrestrials are hostile, then yeah, you’re prolly exactly who they are looking for. But other than that? Nah, prolly not.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^Land of Talk – Diaphanous^
Just stumbled onto that image, and the first thing that I noticed was energy moving outwards from a central point. Made me think about a recent video from Smarter Every Day where he’s recording a weed wacker in slow motion. Prolly should see from whence this wing-flapping image emanates, and what they are on about.
Hrm…they’ve got something in there about sine waves, but nothing on angular acceleration, nothing on aerodynamic drag, and, in fact, nothing on aerodynamics at all. No mention of acceleration, only one mention of speed, and no mention of rest nor resting states.
Q: Do pixels accelerate?
I guess I should also think about electrons and whether or not they accelerate, and I should also think about photons and whether or not they accelerate.
Yeah, within a computing system
How representative are bits and bytes of the things which they are attempting to describe and/or represent? Also wondering as to the transmutative processes all the way from generator to retina. Lots of interpretive processes in that chain.
At rest, and in motion, simultaneously. Me thinks that at some point, if you are not taking into account some of the more finite vectors to which matter/energy is susceptible to, you are going to encounter loss which is inexplicable. I’m thinking mainly in terms of data loss here. Electrons which are vanishing, but should not be. Your architectures are worthless if you are not taking “invisible” hierarchical systems into account. And you are really gonna start kicking yourself when the signs were always there, but you ignored them and/or chalked them up as insignificant and/or insignificances. Perhaps even aberrations or maybe singular events unlikely to ever occur again. Better get a longer calendar if you wanna be sure.
^Khruangbin & Leon Bridges – Texas Sun (Official Video)^
Assigning a role for gods is prolly a bad idea. Like, putting God, gods and goddesses into a box = bad. ‘Cept of course, we already do this.
If am am “good”, a god behaves this way. If am “bad” a god behaves that way. Kinda weird to think of it like that. No matter what I do, I am dictating a god’s behavior. Prolly all their miscreantic minions too. What’s that? You don’t think God/gods/goddesses minions are villainous? Welp, keep that thought in mind when “good” comes banging on your door at the behest of some divine someone, and accuses you of not being good enough. Or at least “you are not good” according to their standards.
Q: Who runs this show?
Not only that, but is whoever has been put in charge deserving of obedience? I seem to recall that there are multiple references in the Bible as to Lucifer/Satan/The Devil being put in charge of our planet, but why is it that someone would be put in command, with specific instructions to the underlings to disobey the commander? Seems to me that if someone is given authority, you obey that someone even if you don’t like them and even if you are told not to obey them. And who is this fucker who is putting people in charge, yet still running the show? Still saying who does what? Not only that, but some of the stuff in the Bible is kinda confusing as to who exactly is being referenced with respect to who is in authority.
‘Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the prince of this world will be driven out.’
What’s confusing about that verse (to me) is that Jesus/Yeshua was talking in a context of predicting his own death. And I dunno about you, but “death” is certainly a way of “being driven out”.
So who the hell was Jesus talking about? Lucifer, the Prince Of Darkness? Or Jesus/Yeshua, the Prince Of Peace? Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven, and Jesus/Yeshua was kicked off Earth/Terra. So who in the fuck is being referenced in that verse? Is there some kind of leadership exchange program/training course going on here on this planet?
Anyway, I get the feeling that we have a say in who is running the show.
^Widowspeak // Breadwinner (Official Video)^
!!!HAPPY INDEPENCE DAY AMERICANS!!!
I’ve been writing on and off on this thing for several weeks now, but last night, me and a certain someone got to talking about some stuff along the very lines of the above. One of the things we talked about was “the Universe experiencing itself”. Primarily, my counterpart was talking about the Sophia Myth from Gnosticism and/or Sophianic Myth or whatever in the fuck it is called, and I countered with how most people seem to hijack that notion with only happy and flowery stuff.
The basis of this myth (as I understand it) is that a deity created Earth so that she could experience herself and her environment. So that she could know herself and what she’s all about. Fair enough. Makes sense considering that within a void, the creation of sensory input to provide feedback over time as to where they are and what they are?
Yeah, makes sense
That said, most of the people that I’ve encountered only speak of this concept as if it were some wonderful and marvelous state of eternal happiness and balance. Nevermind that these same people seem to give no thought to what it took to achieve this state. They speak as if all you have to do is adopt their manner of thinking, and BOOM! Everything is perfection.
I’ve given this concept some thought, and I look pretty goddamn far down the road and see some shit that is in no way, shape or form anything even remotely happy. To relate, I’ll pass along the same idea I passed along to my counterpart during the conversation.
^Clyde Maxwell’s blues (1978)^
This is vebatim what I said to her last night…
‘Imagine you are immortal. You are here, on Earth. Eventually, everyone and everything dies. Later still, our star goes nova and the entire solar system is gone. Just you are left, floating in the void.’
Now, last night I was thinking that not only are you incapable of dying, but we’ve completely neglected other factors. First being, one is only incapable of dying so long as one does not die. Meaning, you have to travel a pretty goddamn long path in order to “prove” that you are immortal, not only to others, but also to yourself.
Second being, we’ve no clearly defined parameters as to exactly what death is and what dying is. There are some who believe that going without chocolate may in fact be, death. Going without human contact is death. Going without television is death. And something else along those same lines which I was thinking about last night was you as an immortal and your own requirements. Like say, what if you, even as an immortal, are required to breathe or to eat. Would really suck to have a burning desire to breathe, but the planet which provided you the environment giving you the ability to do so has been completely blow away by a star gone nova. You cannot breathe, but you also cannot die. Hold your breath for a while, and once your lungs start burning, you tell me how long you think you could endure that sensation sans either A) breathing, or B) the escape of death.
Not a pleasant thought
God only knows how long you are to drift in the void in this state. You could potentially drift forever without encountering another celestial body of some kind, let alone a body that provides you with the things you need.
This is prolly where a lot of our fucked up ideas about omniscience originate. We think only in terms of 1) the more or less comfortable environment which we now occupy, and 2) what we personally would do with power if we had it. Trouble is, we tend to be thinking in terms of what we would do for others or do to others, here and now, rather than thinking way the fuck down the road. We think if we right a few wrongs now, everything else will be OK in the future. Things will just work themselves out.
Welp, I got news for you. Once you become immortal, there is no future. It got erased with your mortality. You can be forever old, and you’ve still got forever to go.
^Future Islands – Seasons (Waiting On You) (Official Video)^
Hey, not trying to be a downer. I’d like to live forever and would have no aversions spending a good majority of that time with my face buried in your crotch. Assuming you wanted me to. And I’d need to come up for air now and again. We’d prolly need to stretch our legs on occasion. Get some sun. Maybe go out for dinner, maybe take in a movie, or maybe a play…after showering of course. Those sheets prolly need a wash. Then right back to it.
Q: What the fuck are we doing, and why the fuck are we doing it?
A: Not a clue.
Sure can be fun tho’. Sometimes.
^Alvvays – Adult Diversion (Official Video)^
^Skinny Puppy – Dal^
*/squints… Is that a pun on flower/flour, Clicky?*
*WTF is Leggy doing up that early on a Sunday morning?*
We hope you’ve enjoyed your time spent with us at the LoL today, Dear Reader, and don’t forget to come back soon 😀
Have a Song ❤
Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Fourth of July to you 😀
*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*
Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL recently, musing over whether the Internet has gained sentience without us even realizing it. Not by means of Artificial Intelligence, but instead with Aeonic Intelligence…
… I’ll try to explain my thinking, Dear Reader, but you will have to employ your own Clicky Click assistant…
*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Now, let’s see… I guess this particular train of thinking started on the first day of my hols, the 8th June, although I was quite unaware of it at the time. However, if you will allow, we are in the year of 2020 Hindsight…
‘The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ), also known as Free Capitol Hill,the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest, and the Capitol Hill Organized Protest (CHOP), was an occupation protest and self-declared autonomous zone in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, United States. The zone, originally covering six city blocks and a park, was established on June 8, 2020 by George Floyd protesters after the Seattle Police Department (SPD) left its East Precinct building, and was cleared of occupants by police on July 1, 2020.’
*That’s a 9/11 Tweet pairing if ever I saw it, Clicky… /deep drag…*
*By changing ‘white’ to ‘allow’ and ‘black’ to ‘deny’, and then boasting about it… /stream smoke… Ain’t Twitter just cementing the racist meanings they’re trying to eliminate? … /shrugs… I mean, they’ve fucked themselves, straight off the bat…*
*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
So what, you may very well be asking yourself, Dear Reader, if you’ve been keeping up so far (well done, btw), triggered the silly bint, RooBeeDoo2, to write this post? How did she get to pondering the notion that The Internet might be sentient, with humanity as the gestation conduit for the emergence of Aeonic Intelligence, caught and subsumed by a web bed?
I’ll tell you – it was one of the gifs Cade left in the scrolling room on Twitter that he, Leggy, Poppy Sweat Pea and myself go to, to hang out, share interesting things between us and chew the fat. Like online friends doo…
Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉
On Tuesday evening, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed Martin Scorsese’s insanely brilliant movie, The King of Comedy, together…
*Itsa black comedy, Clicky… /lights up… About a group of crazy fuckers…
*/drags… sleb an’ self-obsessed…*
*Oh, they were completely full of it…*
*No, Clicky! …/coughs out smoke…*
c. 1200, devocioun, “profound religious emotion, awe, reverence,” from Old French devocion “devotion, piety” and directly from Latin devotionem (nominative devotio), noun of action from past-participle stem of devovere “dedicate by a vow, sacrifice oneself, promise solemnly,” from de “down, away” (see de-) + vovere “to vow” (see vow (n.)). From late 14c. as “an act of religious worship, a religious exercise” (now usually devotions).
In ancient Latin, “act of consecrating by a vow,” also “loyalty, fealty, allegiance;” in Church Latin, “devotion to God, piety.” The application to secular situations came to English via Italian and French; sense of “act of setting apart or consecrating” is from c. 1500.
*Gawd, I hope the little mite is thinking, ‘Mum, you’re a cunt’…*
*Itsan ever-present fear, Clicky… /nods head gravely…*
… And I was thinking about writing a post about it, Dear Reader, but fortunately for all of us, Cade has come to the rescue with a new missive. Have fun…
… But don’t go crazy. Enjoy! 😀
I’ve got my thigh on you.
^devji देवजीे उदल लाडी देवो तो remix Udal lade Devo to new Raju rawal 2020 song remix 2020 Rajasthani^
I’ve got my thighs on you.
I got my highs on you.
Guys (males) are prolly reading this and are like…”dude…what the fuck?”
^Two Door Cinema Club – Bad Decisions (Devo Remix)^
You found something. Obviously something that someone threw away, but for some reason, you found it. Was prolly an old and busted piece of garbage to whomever tossed it, but it’s brand-spanking new to you. Your eyes sparkle with hope: this new something contains a deep well of possibilities. You weren’t even looking for it, yet there it was.
What a joy, eh?
Yeah, you’re baffled as to why someone wouldn’t want this, but that kinda makes things all the more sweet. You see something in this castaway that someone else could not see. Maybe I can make you feel comfortable in your own skin. Accept you as you are. Maybe not.
^Alberto Bof – Rachmaninov: Vespers Bogoroditse Devo (All-Night Vigil) – Alberto Bof Remix^
Speaking of skin, your lower legs feel like you are wearing socks. Only problem is, you aren’t wearing socks, you never wear high socks, and you haven’t worn socks of any kind in ages. You also have these weird feelings in your back. One second, things feel normal, the next second, your back feels like...it feels? Like, when things were normal you felt nothing, and then all of a sudden you could feel your back even tho there’s no stimulus. You aren’t wearing a shirt, no one is touching you, it’s not windy, yet you can feel the entirety of your back.
Sometimes too, it almost feels like everything underneath your skin is, erm, sliding around. Maybe even feels like there’s another you squirming around inside of and just under…you. Something strange going on there for sure. One minute your feet and toes are there, the next minute, gone. I can only wonder what is going on in there.
^BATTLE OF THE TAPES: SCOTCH, SHIPPING, AND DUCT VS [PSORIASIS, PICKING, PEELING]^
We aren’t our outsides, are we? Outsides, insides, all-the-way-though-sides…we have a lot of sides. What I kinda have wondered for a while is how some of our bodies handle the wet/dry/wet/dry cycles on the outside. We’re wet on the inside, but for the most part dry on the outside.
So what happens when we shower and take baths and stuff. Nevermind all the products we use in the name of hygiene, we seem to be obsessed with picking, pulling, prodding, poking, polishing, buffing, squishing, scrubbing, sanitizing, hydrating and rubbing the living shit out of our outer shells. And often. Products, products, products and more products coming out of our fucking ears, and still it’s not enough.
Time to call on the professionals
^MASSIVE DEAD WART REMOVAL (this kid’s a stud) | Dr. Paul^
Going without might be something to try. Fast for a bit. Let your body try and find itself for a bit. It’s a scary thought, I know. Been there, done that. And it’s tough to do considering the society we live in. Lotta social pressures on you to look nice and smell terrific, and you gotta do this 24/7. But a “repair” in one area has to have a knock-on effect, yeah? Your formerly scabby looking knees’ skin looks sweet now, but whatever mighta been behind it looking like that in the first place is maybe still there. Not to mention that your new knees are going to have to integrate and all the surrounding stuff is going to have to adapt to these changes. Just thinking aloud a bit as to why things appear, you have them removed, and they return.
Q: After some change, what’s the one thing that remains?
Not suggesting that change isn’t possible, But changes based on changes? Like, there was a change, you didn’t like the change, so you had the change changed?
Seems...a bit loopy
^DJ Jazzy Jeff, Peter Piper Routine^
There are all kinds of roadmaps for informing us as to what our present form(s) can and cannot endure.
EX 01: Your best friend gets attacked and eaten by a Leopard. It may become clear that a Leopard attack cannot be endured.
EX 02: You get caught out in the rain, and you do not melt or suffer any other ill effects. It may become clear that being rained on can be endured.
EX 03: Your new best friend gets attacked by an alligator and their arm is ripped off, but they survive the attack. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can be endured.
EX: 04: You go to McDonald’s, eat two Big Macs in a single sitting, and don’t immediately die of a heart-attack. It may become clear that “fast food” can be endured.
EX 05: Your new best friend commits suicide six months after the alligator attack because he lost his job, no one else would hire him, his girlfriend dumped him, and all women look at him like a freak now that he only had one arm. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can only be endured for so long.
EX 06: You line the backyard of your home with Oleander bushes. Your family dog, intrigued by these new plants, eats parts of some of them and dies, all because you were unaware that Oleander is toxic. You may decide that some landscaping flora can be endured, and some landscaping flora cannot be endured.
EX 07: Your new new best friend is studying to be a pyrotechnician, decides to mix some flash powder on a cold and dry January day, and blows himself into chunks. You may decide that mixing certain pyrotechnic compositions in low-humidity environments is unlikely to be endurable.
EX 08: You’re depressed at losing three friends and your dog, depressed that you had to rip up all those Oleander bushes, decide to drown your sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Old No.7 Tennessee Whiskey, take a sip, and wince in repulsion. You may decide that some things can be endured without the assistance of that nasty shit.
Yep, all kinds of stuff out there which act as indicators as to what your form maybe can and cannot endure. Lucky for you, that road is paved with the blood of others. Are you giving them their due by paying attention? More than that, are you paying attention to the correct things? More than more than that/those, are you looking at the correct and incorrect things in the correct ways? Abjective? Objective? Subjective? All of those?
What a mess
^Whip It Devo (Philip Steir Remix)^
Kinda at odds with a lot of things. Not trying a something because someone else failed.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
Quitters never win, winners never quit.
Get (insert need/want here) or die trying.
Do or die.
Never give up, never surrender.
It’s like a throbbing clusterfuck of a cliche clash. Weird when cliches are at odds. Maybe one of the tricks is to live long enough to see where certain cliches are and are not applicable. Survival is the goal of life, yeah? And yes, I’m thinking about the lockdown plus all the shenanigans that went on prior to, during, and now after.
Exposing them. Yeah, the hidden ones. The ones that are rumored to be there, but supposedly no one has actually seen them. There’s no “real” proof they exist. But now that the divisions are exposed, they’re likely to multiply. Dividing…divisions…to multiply…divisions.
^Flip It! – Multiplying Fractions Jingle (Devo Remix)^
Not being a joke. Of all the items on my list of “things not to be”, “a joke” is not on there. That’s me and my own list tho’.
The guy is pretty good, the music ain’t so hot, so overall the whole thing is kinda mediocre. Still, the “I ain’t no joke” at the end was a shade strange. Flexing I guess. I told you I could do it, I did it, and now I’m telling you that you got told.
^Devo – Crypt YouTube Cypher Vol. 3 Remix^
Was digging for Devo remixes because Devo keep appearing on my radar for some reason, and now I’m stumbling across some weird shit.
^DEVO – “Who Run It” Remix^
So far all these dudes appear to be fairly good at rapping/rhyming, but the music kinda sucks. Really, completely and totally sucks. Makes me wonder about the nature of flow within Hip Hop. How music and lyrics mesh outside of a beat or tempo. Rhyming isn’t easy, rapping isn’t easy, so once you get that down, you pretty much just need a beat to layer your vocals on. If your lyrics are scary fronting kinds of shiz, you’re gonna want something scary and/or dramatic for the music. Prolly why this next one seems to rip John Carpenter’s Halloween Theme. Which is extra weird because the picture is of someone wearing a Jason Voorhees hockey mask from Friday The 13th series.
^King Devo – Computers (Remix)^
Speaking of killaz and killers, all kinds of music been killin’ it all over the killer map for a long time.
^Killers (2015 Remaster)^
When the shit hit the fan, we were all in it together as this great equalizer was descending upon us. Now? Two plus months later?
rofl...every (wo)man for themselves
On a side note: DUDE! TURN YOUR GODDAMN AIR CONDITIONER OFF BEFORE MAKING AN OUTDOOR DEVOTIONAL VIDEO!!! IT’S MARCH!!! WTF IS YOUR AIR CONDITIONER EVEN DOING ON?!?!?!? YOU IN FLORIDA OR SOMETHING?!?!?
Some hair hurts
So yeah, take a break. Taking a break is a-ok. Unless of course you are the US Senate and you’ve been sitting for weeks on the bill that would provide for another round of relief payments. One way or another, people are gonna get what they want. Gives you another nice out tho’. Another reason to not provide another assistance check. The looters got theirs, everyone who stayed home and behaved is shit out of luck.
But yeah, breaks, they’re okay. Care for yourself by participating in self-care.
^Hindsight 2020 | Episode 4 | Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow^
Sync Books – Book Syncs - Book Syncs Sync Books
^Book Sync Battle!^
Skin is stretchy. Skin is elastic. Skin is kinda rigid. It’s flexy, but also has a kind of non-Newtonian fluid thing going on sometimes.
Q: Is it possible for skin to be stretched to maximum by migration of the connective tissues?
Maybe your skin feels tight because it is tight, but not because of the reason(s) you think it may be. Chaffing, seasonal changes, etc.. Just wondering what happens when the tension is such that the servo reaches the stop, and I’m thinking of this within the context of light/dark/red patches which may appear on the skin from time to time. Some of those things appear, and they never seem to go away.
On a completely unrelated note, there’s only one comment on the video below, but it’s a damn interesting one.
^Synchronicities and Synchromysticism | Chris Knowles^
Anyone know what Xenochrony is?
On a related note, the video below had 3,333 views when I first watched it just now. Is that a “sync”? Maybe a Xenosync seeing as how the concept of synchronicity is familiar to me, but this synchronistic instance is not familiar to me.
Zrank Fappa appears to have played a part in the development of Xenochrony.
Heh heh…get it? Frank played…a part? Anyway, it’s a good business to be in. If you can’t steal the whole car? Take the wheels. Or maybe the radio.
DEVO – EVOD – VODE – ODEV – DEVO
VEDO – EDOV – DOVE – OVED – VEDO
“Is your pussy looking like a flower? Are you tired of fucking with lame n1884z? Then you need some TLC, THC, Hennessy, and a good deep-dicking.”
^Vedo – Girls Need Love (Summer Walker Remake)^
This video had 191 views when I first watched it.
May mean something, maybe not
Pro Tip: Closed Captions are available. Not that they’ll necessarily add any clarity.
^Devo fare nomi e cognomi (Presidente Conte Remix) – White_Glovese – Whitehousestudiosicily^
Upon first watching, this video had 940 views, 33 likes, 0 dislikes, they’re playing pool, throwing dice, and the dude has a 56 on his shirt.
May mean some things, maybe not
Guy is pretty good tho’. Talking a lot of the same old shit, but pretty good.
^Devo Lucciano – Drill Time Remix (Slim Jesus Remix)^
Out next selection had 250 views, 12 likes, 1 dislike, has 8 comments, all appear to be favorable, the video was posted on June 14th of 2019, and there appears to be a need to travel to Tennessee.
Again, pretty fucking good on the rhymes, and this one is prolly the best yet as far as the creative elements of the background. Not the ambient effects or even the music so much as a weird resonance in the song as an awareness for need of creative elements during the song itself. This becomes really apparent during the outtro.
^Devo Bux – (prod by bloc remix)^
We’ve arrived at a rather depressing video involving some kind of breakup which has 185 views, 0 likes, 1 dislike…
prolly from the ex
…0 comments, was published on December 20th of 2016, the video ID is YWhFIISK1zI, and the channel where the video is posted has 49 subscribers.
December 20, eh? My oldest was born on that date, and me and whatshername got married on December 19.
three years prior to his birth
Me and her are divorced, and I’m currently on the lookout for a ex. Is there a connection here? Are there any connections here? The tune is about breakup and there appears to be children involved.
Another one to fall into the “not bad at all” category, save for the fact that the music is awful. The tempo is good, the beat is good, the idea of some light traditional instruments in a song with fat percussion is cool, but it doesn’t come together real well in this instance. Tried to look up the original One Direction tune History and give it a listen, but I got yet another of those stupid-assed “Sorry, there was an error licensing this video” errors.
In the end, I guess this one is akin to one of those Disclaimer Of Liability ads you see in the personal section of the classified ads.
“From this date forward, I am no longer responsible for any debts other than my own.”
“I will no longer be responsible for debts incurred by anyone other than myself.”
They can run up the bills, and you are required to pay at least half.
^The Devo – “History” Remix^
-\- MOVIE REVIEW TIME -/-
The movie: Poltergeist – 1982 – Directed by Tobe Hooper (of Texas Chainsaw Massacre fame)
The review: Close Encounters with ghosts instead of aliens.
The extended review: I would imagine this was little more than a vehicle for domesticating and commercializing ideas in order to realize ET: The Extra-Terrestrial and sell it to a skeptical public. Close Encounters Of The Third Kind was pretty damn scary, and it still holds a bit of that scary edge for me personally. But this? There’s no wonder at all. No story. No reason. Just some lame looming idea of a family sharing space with corpses who are pissed that their headstones got swiped. The house getting invaded by fleas or roaches woulda been more scary.
Poltergeist seems to take the scariest bits from Amityville Horror, knock the rough bits off, surround them with shiny stuff, fill the direct participants with apathy disguised as ignorance and wonder, then sequence the events into some meaningless chronology onscreen. Every scene is going to contain something “spooky”, but the participants seem completely detached, and it makes me detach. If they don’t care, why the hell should I the viewer care? Like they’re caught out in the rain and wondering why they are getting wet. The scenes are long, the cuts are weird, I have not a clue what anyone is doing in any of them, and I honestly have no idea what story they were trying to tell except maybe Amityville comes to the burbs.
Tobe Hooper may have directed this piece of shit, but Steven Spielberg wrote it. So yeah, if you wanna see something of Spielberg’s that falls somewhere between Close Encounters and ET but has no aliens?
This movie is for you
Get ready to endure some of the worst acting you’ve ever seen tho. Somewhere between 1970’s sitcom and off-off-Broadway.
Interesting note – there’s a scene where Craig T. Nelson (the dad) is showing a home to some potential buyers. They are in the kitchen area of this home, and the kitchen is identical to the kitchen in Nelson’s own home, except one is green and the other is yellow. This brought back some memories of my own youth in that I grew up in a neighborhood like this. Cookie-cutter homes. Almost all of them are identical.
Now, if you aren’t American, you may not be aware that the 1970’s was a pretty hot time in the Cold War, and we Americans were fighting the dirty Communists. Strange that so much in this country called America was more or less the same, in a time when individualism was being touted as the only way to freedom.
Final review point(s): Not only does Poltergeist suck horrifically, it’s a hazard to anyone with epilepsy. But some of the special effects were pretty good considering the time.
^D.E.V.O X DoJa Cat “Say So” REMIXXED BY D.E.V.O🥀🗡^
It's how we learn
It's how we learn
It's how we learn
^Tetasinger – Devo Provare ( Emadj Remix )^
^Harper Simon – Berkeley Girl (feat Jena Malone) (Official)^
*Is that your choice of Song to end on, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Can’t we have sumfin’ more, I dunno, more… poppy?*
*Yeah, that one! You get it and I’ll see to Dear Reader…*
Dear Reader, we hope you have enjoyed this Anglo American, human and inter-dimensional dolphin collaboration, and we look forward to seeing you at the LoL again, soon. Have a Song… ❤
*Hmm, now you mention it, Clicky, it’s less poppy… more rave… /lights up…*
The Latin phrase sub rosa means “under the rose”, and is used in English to denote secrecy or confidentiality, similar to the Chatham House Rule. The rose as a symbol of secrecy has an ancient history.
*Good idea, Clicky… /pats snout… Now Dear Reader has a clearer picture, so to speak…*
*/final drag… I’m tellin’ ya, Click, what happened next was fuckin’ weird…*
*/stubs butt… You know what Marilu Henner is also famous for, Clicky?*
*Oh you do gnos… /squints… Smart arse. Get a Song…*
It’s the Boyz’ birthday today, Dear Reader. I’ll write a separate post about that, as tomorrow they also get their GCSE results. Fingers crossed…
Below is a missive from Cade. The question for you, Dear Reader is…
Name That Snack
Welcome to my parade.
I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.
Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.
Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.
Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.
Shutting up now.
^ABC – A to Z – 1985^
I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.
But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.
That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.
Especially if you don't read it.
What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…
Q: Is everything gonna be OK?
A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.
^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^
I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.
I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.
Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.
There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.
I’m a sentimental fool.
^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^
It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.
It’s a growth market,
and the demand is huge,
leaving loads of room for expansion.
How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?
^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^
Did you watch that video above?
Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.
Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.
Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.
But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.
^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^
It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.
Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?
A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)
^Mr. Oizo – Ham^
And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?
I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…
Q: What was the question in the first place?
A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?
Seems like you may have gotten your answer.
Q: Now what?
^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^
Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.
Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?
^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^
Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?
The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.
Q: Why is change so important?
^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^
So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?
But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamn butter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.
I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can do it?
Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.
Weird thought for an unemployed dude.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja
Movie = “Mystery Men”
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!
I like it.
^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^
Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?
NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!
Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.
Calendrical appearantly is a word tho.
A.H. and Blue Moon. A reckoning, and a rare occurrence…I like that.
Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.
(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)
^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^
I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.
You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?
Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.
If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.
lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.
^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^
So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?
The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.
Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.
What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?
I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.
I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.
^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^
I dig your pants baby.
You look fucking GREAT in them.
I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.
Unless you want to.
Oh, and I like you too.
If that means anything at all.
^KLEENEX – nice^
A manifesto is a hammer.
The signors are the one who will swing it.
I wonder who wrote it?
Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.
Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.
I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.
^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^
If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.
^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^
While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…
Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?
There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…
Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?
I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILL being an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.
William Henry Harrison (1841)
John Tyler (1841–45)
Zachary Taylor (1849–50)
Millard Fillmore (1850–53)
If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.
Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.
Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.
Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.
I wonder what that's all about?
Gonna have to move on at some point.
Ghosts will always haunt us.
It’s what they do.
^Gary Numan – Cars^
Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…
…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”
Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.
That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.
^Missing Persons – Words^
One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?
There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.
^Devo – Whip It (Video)^
Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.
Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?
You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.
As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.
I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.
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^Deadmau5 – Templar (1080p) || HD^
Just another dead statistic looking for a place to happen, and a list of some kind/unkind to occupy
Sorry...I'd rather not exist at all.
^Oingo Boingo – Private Life^
(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)
From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?
This energy race is gonna kill as all.
I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.
^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^
OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.
If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?
There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.
I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.
Sound familiar? Ring any bells?
^Blondie – Rapture^
If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.
Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^
There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.
^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^
But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?
I wonder where I’ll be?
I wander where I’ll be?
I wonder where you’ll be?
I wander where you’ll be?
I wonder where we’ll be?
I wander where we’ll be?
Not really...but yeah...really.
^Crystal Waters – 100% Pure Love^
I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.
Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?
A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?
Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.
Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.
How far are you willing to go?
All the way.
^Gary Numan – ‘The Fall’ Official Promo Video^
^Wang Chung – Dance Hall Days^
^Berlin- Sex (I’m A…)^
P.S. – It’s now 16:09, been doing some reading, and the following song came up in my playlist as I was reading.
^You’re Dead Norma Tanega 1966^
P.S.S. – after spellchecking this piece of shit…I have noticed that I occassionally misspell “occasion” and “occasionally” every once in a while. 😛
^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^
Feedback in comments, Dear Reader. Have a Song 😉
Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Naturally, I replied… /drags…*
*/blows smoke ring… And ‘the Law‘ has been relaxed, somewhat…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
*/sharp intake of breath…*
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
*/sigh… Prolly… /stubs butt…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
… The parallels are there to see…
*Mm… Orange is a Shining colour, Clicky…*
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
*…/puffs… are experiencing PTSD… ‘President Trump Stress Disorder… /sniggers… Smoke, don’t smoke? …/shrugs… Perhaps what they really need is massage…*
Enjoy your Friday evening, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😉
“Here,” Thoughtful Man called, “Big Chief Double Chopper has had a makeover. Take a look.”
I peered at his computer screen. Big Chief Double Chopper had been mum’s garden Indian that lived in her front room. After she died, her husband Stan took the opportunity to have him re-homed. I don’t blame him; what man wants to face a double chopper on the way to the kitchen first thing in the morning.
“Aw, it’s nice that they’ve sent an update,” I said.
“A bit garish,” Thoughtful Man opined. “Stan’s got a point, though, are red Indians supposed to be black?”
“Hmm,” I said to myself, sitting down and lighting a rollie.
Thoughtful Man swiveled round in his chair. “What?” he said launching a squint in my direction. We’re far too close, I couldn’t dodge it.
“No, it’s just I was reading about the Lost River yesterday. It was weird how I got there. Actually, I was thinking of writing a post about it…” I trailed off.
“Lost River? What do you mean how you got there?” he probed gently. That was unexpected, he normally doesn’t like to talk to me about my posts but then again he’s a bit of an American history buff – he’d probably heard of it on one of his TV programmes.
*Is that Chief or Chef’s office..? /shakes head… Nevermind…*
“Okay then,” I hesitated and marshaled my thoughts. “The journey begins in a pub.”
Thoughtful Man continued looking at me without speaking, so I showed him the tweet that had started it. The source. “Lions and tigers and beers…” I trailed off again. I do a lot of that.
*I know, right… so many syncs, Clicky…*
“It was the description of the smoking area,” I continued. Clicky escorted him to the page.
Cleckheaton doesn’t have an Ossett pub, but the Rose & Crown is a newbie with a similar atmosphere. It was more boisterous than my photos imply; lots of £2.60 pints were being carried out to a characterful smoking area. Worryingly the £2.60 pint of choice seemed to be Ellands 6.5% Porter. Their homebrew pale was enough for me (NBSS 3.5).
*Yes, Clicky, any mentions of Roobee and his attention does start to wane… and he’s not a beer drinker, though he is fond of a Lion bar… Anyway, I told him the last line of the article and said to remember it…*
‘Plenty of Bass livery, very little Bass.’
“Is there any chance you might skip to the end?” Thoughtful Man asked politely.
“No. So I looked up the year 1872, of Deep Ruby, and there was this Indian battle of Lost River in the November,” I replied.
‘The Battle of Lost River in November 1872 was the first battle in the Mo Doc War in the northwestern United States. The skirmish, which was fought near the Lost River along the California-Oregon border, was the result of an attempt by the U.S. 1st Cavalry Regiment of the United States Army to force a band of the Modoctribe to relocate back to the Klamath Reservation, which they had left in objection of its conditions.
In the subsequent war, Captain Jack of the Modoc and 53 warriors held off more than 1000 U.S. soldiers for 7 months in the area of the present-day Lava Beds National Monument. Part of this was named Captain Jack’s Stronghold in his honor.’
Thoughtful Man sighed heavily and started to swivel round. “Is that it?”
*A little bit, Clicky… /holds out thumb and index finger…*
“Not quite,” I answered. “You forgot the last line.”
Thoughtful Man wrinkled his brow. “Plenty of bass livery, very little bass?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “They’re all in Lost River.”
*Oh Clicky, get off! …/splutter… Really!*
*What? Erm… /wipes lips and frowns… Dunno, Clicky, possibly this guy..? Shall we have a Song?*
Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quattro…
Well fancy that! Project Fear failed.
*Okkaay… /puffs out cheeks …shall I get on with it, Clicky?*
*Thank you. A bit creepy, but thank you.*
In the summer of 2012, I read a book called ‘The Fourth Turning‘ and it changed the way I looked at, not only history, but the current state of world affairs.
It was published in 1997 and, in it, a couple of Yanks postulate that human history is a series of cycles, roughly lasting 80 – 100 years. Each cycle (saeculum) can be broken up into four distinct seasons (Turnings): Spring (High), Summer (Awakening), Autumn (Unraveling) and Winter (Crisis), and the cycle is powered along by four generational archetypes moving through the life stages of childhood, young adulthood, mid-life and elderhood.
The authors had looked back at Anglo-American history and had identified 7 cycles:
Late Medieval (1435 – 1487)
Reformation (1487 – 1594)
New World (1594 – 1704)
Revolutionary (1704 – 1794)
Civil War (1794 – 1865)
Great Power (1865 – 1946)
Millennial (1946 – 2026?)
1997, the time of publishing, fell within the Autumn (Unraveling) season of the Millennial Cycle. The next turning would be the fourth (Winter/Crisis) of the saeculum and the authors predicted:
Sometime around the year 2005, perhaps a few years before or after, America will enter the Fourth Turning.
By the time I read the book in 2012, the Fourth Turning was already underway.
A Crisis year begins with a catalyst – a startling event (or sequence of events) that produces a sudden shift in mood.
Two incidents, either side of 2005, could be considered catalysts – the 2001 terrorist attack on the World Trade Centre…
and the Financial Crash in 2008…
*/squints… Clicky, is there a reason you’re using anti-tobacco imagery to illustrate my points?*
*Ah… /nods sagely …and it also reminds me to mention the Fourth Turning’s ‘Gray Champion‘*
Anyhoo, back to the book. It’s very US-centric but that, I suppose, was it’s target audience. However, yesterday I was interested to read mention of it in regards to Brexit at The Burning Platform, via Zero Hedge.
And the stormy weather featured in Blue Universe Frank’s Brexit post today…
And he specifically mentions the Spanish Armada – The Armada Crisis is the Fourth Turning (Crisis) season of the Reformation saeculum:
This won’t have been the first time Britain has been saved by a storm. On the 4th of August 1588, the Spanish Armada, which was about to land an army on England’s south coast, began to experience an adverse wind (much like yesterday’s storm wind) that blew it east along the coast, all the way to Calais, and then all the way round Britain and back to Spain.
*No and a bit rude, my fair Clicky. The Armada Crisis was a strictly Anglo Fourth Turning*
The Armada Crisis (Fourth Turning, 1569–1594) began when the powerful Duke of Norfolk was linked to a Spanish plot against the English throne, a discovery which galvanized newly-Protestant England against the global threat of the Catholic Hapsburgs. A crescendo of surrogate wars and privateering culminated in England’s miraculous victory over the Spanish Armada invasion (in 1588). The mood of emergency relaxed after the successful resistance of Holland and the breaking of Spanish control over France.
Interestingly Frank also posted a video of US Presidential nominee, Donald Trump, talking about Brexit on his arrival at Turnberry golf course yesterday. I dunno, he does look rather more gray than orange 😉
*/Yawn and stretch… That’s enough for now, Clicky. Time for a Song?*