‘Images of the ‘Empire’ actor have been inserted into ads for ‘Black Panther,’ ‘Green Book’ and ‘BlacKkKlansman,’ while an HBO billboard was hijacked for the second time in a month.
‘Two separate groups of conservative provocateurs took their fight against what they call the media’s “Trump Derangement Syndrome” to the streets of Los Angeles early Monday morning, posting phony entertainment ads all over the county.
‘Of the more ambitious efforts, an entire billboard advertising HBO’s Last Week Tonight With John Oliver was hijacked so that now the title is: “The Orange Man Bad Show With John Oliver.”
‘The giant billboard at the corner of La Cienega Boulevard and Pico Boulevard has an image of Oliver with a thought bubble cursing the Trump presidency and including the words “racists” and “bigots.” At the bottom of the altered ad is the phrase, “Matrix approved NPC programming.”
‘The endeavor is the second in a series for a secretive group known as The Faction, which in January took over a billboard advertising Real Time With Bill Maher, also an HBO show. Both times, The Faction used “NPC” to belittle the comedians as “non playable characters,” a video game term that has become a conservative meme for media personalities who allegedly work harder at advancing a politically correct narrative than the truth.’
… So I looked up the word ‘La Cienega…
*/lights up… The road is literally named for Rancho Las Cienegas,”The Ranch Of The Swamps”, Clicky…*
… And then looked up the word ‘Pico’…
Dear Reader, the billboard is literally on the corner of ‘Peak Swamp’…
1500s, earlier haliday (c. 1200), from Old English haligdæg “holy day, consecrated day, religious anniversary; Sabbath,” from halig “holy” (see holy) + dæg “day” (see day); in 14c. meaning both “religious festival” and “day of exemption from labor and recreation,” but pronunciation and sense diverged 16c. As an adjective mid-15c. Happy holidays is from mid-19c., in British English, with reference to summer vacation from school. As a Christmastime greeting, by 1937, American English, in Camel cigarette ads.
@KamalaHarris with "uhhhhhhh" in response to question about #SmollettHoax? She also parrots @CoryBooker on the shift to "facts unfolding" & thus appears to suddenly want "reserve judgment" now that facts don't fit her divisive narrative that Trump & his supporters are racist. pic.twitter.com/SaO0kBkRt1
*Camel, Kamala is rather tenuous, Clicky… /lights up… At best… /drags… Although I did receive a book… /cough… er, in the post today from Legs…*
*/plumes smoke… No, that’s the first in Leggy’s delightfully demonic series, Clicky. It’s set during the English Civil War and the heroine is a witch called J…*
Jussie Smollett didn't just claim he was attacked by 2 white attackers in MAGA hats who poured bleach on him and put him in a noose, he also claimed he was sent a homophobic letter containing white powder a few days before the attack. pic.twitter.com/8axvypz4kJ
*Not SAMuel’s Girl either… /drags… butt nice catch on that Tweeter’s name… /blows smoke ring… I dunno, Clicky, what with all the Brexit and Trump bashing…/blows another… Mainstream media must take us for mugs…*
*Yes! …/final drag… A signed copy of Norman’s House, plus branded mug and magnets arrived today…*
*The Leg Iron Books fridge magnets will come in handy next month… /stubs butt… when I do that open mic reading, Clicky… /bites lip… I’m fucked if I know which of my stories I’m gonna read…*
*It won’t be one of Mum’s stories… /squints… And thanks for the vote of confidence…*
…I’m going to spend my week away from work, at home, writing for the next Underdog Anthology – due out in Spring. I’m also going to be practicing reading aloud for an event. It’s a long story, Dear Reader, and I’ll tell you about it later. In the meantime, have a Song 😀
Dear Reader, if you were expecting a post about the Doctor Who episode, ‘The Tsranga Management’, I mean ‘Conundrum’, then I’m very sorry but it’s not finished yet. There was so much ‘synchy’ stuff in it, and I have been busy harvesting gifs…
*It’s Cade’s birthday on Thursday, Clicky… /lights up… He’s gonna be 51…*
… But fortunately Cade has stepped into the breach and sent through a missive…
*/plumes smoke… No, you’re finking of ‘breech’, Clicky… /flicks ash… Breach means ‘gap’…*
… And we are delighted to be able to present it for your reading pleasure, below… ❤
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I’m giving serious consideration to changing my name to Auntie Prose. Ya see, it’s like this… I just saw a tweet from the one and only RooBeeDoo, and that Tweet talked about some fuck who appears to be the founder of ANTIFA. Yeah, it appears ANTIFA has a founder. Not to get too far off course here, but shit like that really bends my head and always has.
EX: anarchy/anarchist groups, nihilists, etc.: You’ve got people who need to form groups, to oppose other groups. Now, I’m guessing that if you form some group, and the formation of this group doesn’t inspire the creation of an opposition, it could be said that you stand unopposed. Welp, that’s likely gonna scare some people. No one likes a group that stands unopposed, unless of course you are a member of said unopposed group. Then everything is fine and dandy.
Digresso-supremo.
Anti-Pro’s: It’s not a new concept. Professional opposition. Hired-hands, muscle, goons, soldiers of fortune, mercenaries, private security companies, private security forces, bouncers, luddites, unions, union-busters, and even professional law enforcement and armies…you name it…we like to outsource the muscle work. Professional Antis. Supposedly, even God has manifested a professional Anti that is said to oppose him/her or whatever.
So if George Soros, or anyone else for that matter, really did fund/is funding the hiring of muscle for ANTIFA, so what? I bet that around election time, your own political party hires all kinds of canvassers, phone bank workers, envelope stuffers, signs and poster makers, t-shit and bumper sticker makers, graphic designers, image consultants, accountants, creative consultants, and all kinds of peeps to get your message across…hammer that message in so you can win come election day.
So yeah, muscle-work. Even if they are unpaid volunteers, you are still creating the roles/positions for these volunteers to fall into. Auntie Prose, I’ve acquired a new nickname.
^Adam Beyer & Bart Skils – Your Mind (Original Mix)^
You ever wonder how many miles are on motor oil before it even goes into your car? Seriously, what kind of shake-and-bake bullshit has to transpire to make the different “crude” oils what they are, and how many miles did that oil travel in the process in order to process into what it is?
Method for age-dating oil is developed. STANFORD — The Jurassic (180 million to 140 million years ago) was a very good age for oil formation. So too was the Cretaceous (140 million to 65 million years ago). But, until now, oil industry experts have lacked a direct way to date their crude. – Aug 4, 1994
– Source: Google – 11 November 2018
Damn, no progress since 1994? There are a lot of different crude oil types, so the fact that they’ve not developed a method to date these things say to me that it’s likely that someone has developed a method, but it’s probably locked away as some trade secret. Anyway, so it appears science is still hooked on the notion that dinosaur blubber is the origin(s) of most crude oils, so let’s us use a median average between 65 and 180 million years. 180 + 65 = 245, and 245 / 2 = 122.5, so we’ll go with 122.5 million years.
K, so we’ve got a few dynamics to calculate here. Earth’s rotational speed around its own axis, Earth’s rotational speed around our Sun/Sol, and our Sun/Sol’s rotational speed through the Milky Way Galaxy. There’s also going to be some dynamics that we are going to leave out, like calculations involving the distance(s) that our planet travels as it wobbles on its own axis, we’ve got aphelion and perihelion which are baselines for the distances that Earth/Terra travels toward and away from the Sun/Sol, we’re also going to have the distances that various oil deposits travel to and from each other as our planet’s crust moves here and there, and there are considerations with respect to velocity and speed as to the geographic location of a particular deposit and it’s position relative to Earth’s axis, distance from the Sun/Sol at a given moment, distance from the galactic core.
That’s not all of them, but there is also likely to be some zeroing as some of these planes cross each other here and there, and I personally would prefer not to think about those right now just for the sake of space.
(lolz...”for the sake of space”...lolz)
^Veerus – Heavy (Original Mix)^
Earth/Terra spins at approximately 1,000mph, which is 460 m/s, which is 503 yards per second. That’s why I added that image above. That’s the new Texas Stadium or Cowboys Stadium or AT&T Stadium or whatever it’s called, and the football field itself, endzone to endzone, is 100 yards long. Contextually, your ass is slinging around the planet and covering 5 of those distances every second, of every day. So I guess your ass is indeed pretty big afterall if it can cover 500 yards in a single second.
Earth/Terra spins around our Sun/Sol at approximately 67,000 mph, which is 29,952 m/s, which is 32,756 yards per second. That means that, heading around the Sun/Sol, your ass is covering the distance of almost 328 football fields every second of every day.
Let's recap...
We cover 5 football fields per second around our own planet.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 432,000 football fields per day.
We cover 328 football fields per second around our own star.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 28,339,200 football fields per day.
We'z coverin' some ground, eh? Let's go galactic.
^Deep Dimension – So 1992 (Radio Slave & P.Leone Remix)^
Just curious about something before we go galactic…
…does that looks like it’s moving at several different speeds in several different directions all at the same time to you? Looks kinda still…almost placid.
Meh fuckit...whatever.
Look, I know it prolly appears that I sometimes employ some delaying types of tactics in my writing. You’d be right to make such an assumption, because I do. I have no clue who reads this shit, nor what they get out of it. However, what I do know, is that if you start thinking about some of this shit, and start getting the hang of visualizing and understanding it, you’re gonna feel it. Yeah, you are likely to actually feel shit being all spinny and wobbly and speedy, and it’s likely to make more than just and only your head spin.
Not saying that it will happen, but if it does happen, I would like for you to have a little bit of a heads-up as to what might be coming. I had no such warning, and had to learn a lot of this shit the hard way. It is not my intention to fuck with your head – would just like to maybe give you something to grab onto should you need to do so. When thinking about this kind of shit when I was younger, I’ve gotten stuck in loops to where I couldn’t stop thinking about it, shit wouldn’t stop spinning and wobbling, and it was some scary-assed shit to experience. Felt like it was never going to end, and I usually wound up in a sobbing mess on the floor crying myself silly.
(softly of course...don't want to attract attention to yourself...another lesson hard-learned)
^B.Traits – I Feel The Music (Original Mix)^
OK!!! So…the Sun/Sol travels around the Milky Way Galaxy at approximately 515,000mph, which is 230,226 m/s, which is 251,778 yards per second. That means that, as our Sun/Sol + our own planet is traveling through our own galaxy, our collective asses are covering the distance of almost 2,518 football fields every second of every day. With that in mind, let’s add one more quick calc that I didn’t mention before, and that is the speed at which our own Milky Way Galaxy is thought to move through the Universe.
Our galaxy moves through The Universe at approximately 1,300,000mph, which is 581,152 m/s, which is 635,556 yards per second. That means that, as our galaxy flies around the Universe, a lot of collective asses are covering almost 6,356 football fields, every second, of every day. Let’s sling some ketchup on this hotdog…
We cover 5 football fields per second around our own planet.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 432,000 football fields per day.
We cover 328 football fields per second around our own star.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 28,339,200 football fields per day.
We cover 2,518 football fields per second around our own galaxy.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 217,555,200 football fields per day.
We cover 6,356 football fields per day around our own Universe.
86,400 seconds in a day for a total of 549,158,400 football fields per day.
So far, we each of us are covering combined distances the equivalent of 795,484,800 American Football fields per day. No wonder everyone is always so tired, eh? And speaking of being tired, can you imagine the numbers that are about to come out the other side when we start trying to figure out how much distance oil has traveled over the past 122.5 million years? I’m thinking this shit already has some MAJOR fucking mileage on it before the first drop ever even makes it to your car’s engine.
^UMEK – Collision Wall (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
Nauseous yet? Me too. Let’s us take another detour.
Ever stop and wonder about what it takes to overcome some of these forces that are happening without our knowledge? We don’t even think about this shit most of the time, so when you do start thinking about it, shit can sometimes get a little wonky, and you gotta find a way to reel your ass back into the here and now. We don’t want to be that drowning person that will grab anything and everything to save their own ass, because we might wind up drowning someone else in the process. So let’s think a bit about Emmitt Smith, a dude that likely never would have ran a single step in the NFL had Jimmy Johnson never been hired to replace Tom Landry as head coach of The Dallas Cowboys, and how in the flying-fuck this unlikely guy went on to break the unbreakable NFL rushing record that was set by Walter Payton of The Chicago Bears.
Have you thought about it? Me too...let's move on.
^SRVD – Elevate^
November 11, 2018. Veteran’s Day. Armistice Day. 100 years ago, some guns went silent…for a while. Just thought I’d give it a mention, but what and who I personally am thinking about are not so much the veterans as much as I’m thinking about those that remember.
Yeah, us.
I’m thinking about what we are thinking about. I don’t know you, and I have no idea what you are thinking about. I’ve seen some tweets here and there this morning, and I admit that I have a jaded side to me that wonders why someone would announce what they are thinking with respect to a war that seems to be pretty much a complete mystery to almost everyone. Is it some bandwagon effect that makes people make various remembrance posts on Armistice Day?
Well fuck, what's wrong with a bandwagon on a celebratory day?
I was under the impression that bandwagons were almost a requirement at celebrations. Assuming they are available anyway. War tends to be hard on wagons, carts and other wheeled vehicles. It’s weird what is at a premium, to whom and when.
I wonder if Mad Max was ever really concerned about the octane rating of his fuel.
^I Love It More Than My Life.^
Did you happen to notice that I selected an image of Cowboys Stadium that had an American flag covering the entire playing area of the football field?
I wonder why I did that.
Prolly all the brainwashing and programming that takes place in order to make me some “rah-rah” type of good old-fashioned American citizen type person. But it also could have been for more than one reason. Like say…letting some overseas friends know the actual length in distance that this 100 yard measuring stick entails. They might get confused and think that the endzones are included in that 100 yard distance, but they aren’t. Not to mention that the lateral distances (width) that are contained/represented in a football field tends to add a largeness to the measure that just ain’t there.
We like to break things down into more relatable units, but using an American Football field can be deceiving. I’ll give you an example of what I’m talking about by trying to find out how many threads are contained in the flag that is pictured above.
K, that article doesn’t tell us how many threads are used in the making of one of these huge flags. However, the article does mention that the flags weigh 1,200 lbs (544 kg), and it also mentions the company that rents these things out.
Those poor bastards are gonna have to change their name if Puerto Rico ever gets statehood or Hawaii bails. I hope that happens, because these asshats don’t have a FAQ on their website. Anyway, yeah, football fields are 160 feet wide (53.33 yards), so that width can be deceiving when using a football field as a standard measure of length. Especially since these football fields tend to be located in these massive stadiums that seat tens of thousands of people. I’m not trying to deceive anyone, so I personally suggest you take a single 100 yard long thread out of that flag, then stretch that thread out straight. You can then kinda bop back and forth between the thread and the football field to kinda maintain your bearings a little better.
Let’s see how far we travel, in football field lengths, in the span of one year. Here’s our base with our bases.
Earth’s Axial Rotation = 432,000 football fields per day.
Earth’s Solar Rotation = 28,339,200 football fields per day.
Sol’s Galactic Speed/Rotation = 217,555,200 football fields per day.
Milky Way’s Speed/Rotation = 549,158,400 football fields per day.
Let’s use a 4 year cycle since there is an extra day in a year every fourth year, which means 1,461 days. We are using a median average of 122.5 million years, so let’s find out how many 4-year cycles are contained in 122.5 million years.
122,500,000 / 4 = 30,625,000
So what we’ll do, is find out how many football field distances are covered in 1,461 days, then see if we can estimate some distances terrestrial oil deposits have traveled over the past 100+ million years. I’m also gonna do this…
Milky Way’s Speed/Rotation = GDE (Galactic Distance External)
Gotta keep in mind that we are observing all this shit from the fixed point that is our own planet. There are both internal and external galactic speeds which will vary, they have varied over time, and they will continue to vary over time. We’re just trying to get the most basic of ideas as to how many miles are on unused motor oil, and I’m trying to do so without taking certain things into consideration. Things like vertical distance traveled from below ground to surface, distance traveled from surface to storage, distance traveled from storage to refinery, distance traveled within the refinery itself, on and on. It never stops.
^Adam Beyer, Layton Giordani & Green Velvet – Space Date (Original Mix) [Drumcode]^
It’s now Sunday evening, I’ve just finished watching a movie called Sleuth, and as you may have guessed, I’m contemplating some dynamics that keeps a curved vector/trajectory curved.
Think about the Earth spinning, but instead of the curve continuing to curve during a rotation, the surface of the planet begins to peel off and straighten. If you think about peeling a tater or apple or something similar, it probably won’t be that difficult to imagine the surface of our planet peeling off. The dynamics that keep a curve vector curved tho?
Yeah, weird shit.
Take peeling an avocado for example. Or maybe a tomato. You are going to encounter forces that are working much harder to keep that peel on, and you are going to have to utilize specialized tools/processes to get those skins off. And yes, I’m well aware of you fucks that are going to say that peeling a fruit or vegetable while on the Earth’s surface is in no way representative of the forces at work which keep the planet’s crust in place. Fair enough….my shit doesn’t fit into your architectures.
But you fucks are missing something.
I sometimes get the feeling that you are looking right at it. It’s right here for us all to see. I’m not trying to find ways to defeat these dynamics, nor am I looking for ways to overcome them. But something very interesting that I’ve considered over the past few months and years is a concept that it may in fact be possible for matter to operate according to two separate governing dynamics. In these instances, two bodies that are independently operating according to opposite sets of dynamics can come into proximity to one another, but only for limited times, interaction(s) is/are limited, and any deviation by either is catastrophic.
^Jay Lumen – Stella Luce – Drumcode – DC195^
I admit that I’m having difficulty getting this bullshit over and done with. I really don’t want to have to start slamming these big numbers together, but fuckit, let’s get this shit over with.
AD
432,000 x 30,625,000 = 13,230,000,000,000 x 4 = 52,920,000,000,000
So, Earth has spun the length of 52,920,000,000,000 football fields in the last 112.5 million years.
SD
28,339,200 x 30,625,000 = 867,888,000,000,000 x 4 = 3,471,552,000,000,000
So, Earth has circled the length of 3,471,552,000,000,000 football fields around our sun in the last 112.5 million years.
GDI
217,555,200 x 30,625,000 = 6,662,628,000,000,000 x 4 = 26,650,512,000,000,000
So, our Sun/Sol + Earth has traveled the length of 26,650,512,000,000,000 football fields through our own galaxy in the last 112.5 million years.
GDE
549,158,400 x 30,625,000 = 16,817,976,000,000,000 x 4 = 67,271,904,000,000,000
So, our galaxy has traveled the length of 67,271,904,000,000,000 football fields around the Universe in the last 112.5 million years.
That’s a lotta miles, in a lotta different directions, all at the same time, over a very long period of time. Now, this is just me, but that brand new oil you just bought to put in your car? Yeah, it’s got some SERIOUS fucking mileage on it already. Might wanna think about changing it.
^Wehbba – Just (Original Mix)^
How was that for you? Pretty good I hope.
What's that?
Yes…I feel better too, thanks for asking. Sometimes I think it’s good to go ahead and explore these things a little bit further to get a better understanding of what kinds of distances and volumes we are talking about. I mean, we are talking about oil, which means that we are also talking about oil fields. With football fields, and even the similar football pitches or rugby fields, we can get a better idea about the size(s) and volume(s) of mass moving through vast distances at great speeds over very long periods of time. Which will bring me to my next point, which is…
Q: As the volume of oil and oil reserves on our planet decreases over time, what effect(s) is that going to have down the road on the orbital dynamics of this planet?
A: ?¿?¿@!#$%^&?¿?¿
Yeah, I don’t fucking know either. But I do think about displacement and relocation a lot, and especially as those concepts relate to the more terrestrial dynamics of things like plate tectonics, the ebb and flow of tides, wind and water currents, and virtually anything and everything that moves or doesn’t move. This is right down to the migratory habits of animals, any aberrations thereof, and the potential causes. I do try to keep in mind tho that Naturalism is still a fairly new concept within the modern context. I mean fuck, The Origin of Species was published in November of 1859.
That ain't that long ago.
Horology is not a popular science so far as I’m aware of, and the lure of the quantum realms seems to be holding the attention of many people. So let’s break on out of here, and talk a bit about that Camp Creek Road Fire that’s causing quite a bit of dismay out in Californy right now.
^Joyhauser – Galaxy Phase (Original Mix)^
Watched a video by the Blancolirio channel on YT today, and Juan is stating that all indications are, at this point, pointing to the fire being caused by power lines. Oddly enough, there was a vague reference in a movie today to an English power provider, but I’ll let Roob expand further on that here if she chooses to do so.
*The number plate on that car is too small to properly see, Clicky…*
*Much better… /pats snout… Although the movie was not as good as the original…*
Anyway, we’ve got loads of high-tension lines that span this great country of ours. Not only high-tension lines, but roads, train tracks, underground pipes and wiring of all kinds, and I’m wondering what this shit has been doing and is going to continue to be doing to ground movement(s). You also got farming and irrigation, plus river damming and river redirection to consider…just sayin. But if land can’t move, is that more likely to cause that land to be less receptive to the absorption of water?
I’m just thinking that if these lateral forces aren’t allowed to move in the ways that they are accustomed to moving in, couldn’t that potentially cause the lateral forces eventually begin to interfere and/or intermingle with the more vertical forces in ways we’ve not previously considered? Maybe soil preparation(s) and/or improvements on land aren’t the only factors involved in all of these sinkholes that keep appearing everywhere. If you force two things together long enough, sumpin’s gotta give.
^Y-Traxx – Mystery Land (Spektre Remix)^
Ever stopped to think about how interstate highways and other roadways affect the migration and movement of wildlife? Or is that kind of thinking only important when some critter jumps out in front of your automobile and threatens your insurance rates. Welp, there’s a lot more caging going on than just only zoos and pet shops.
Q: Do you know what it is to “cage” a gyro?
A: ¿╝0╚|╗0╔?
Maybe you should look that up. It’s kinda on the subject(s) of what we’ve talked about here. Wind turbines and solar farms just kinda highlight a lot of the killing that goes on daily that no one sees or cares about. But yeah, caged gyros and/or gyro caging…check it out if you want.
Or not.
^Pan-Pot – Weltlinie^
I wonder how our planet was able to accommodate the accumulation of all these oil deposits in the first place. I mean, were there at one time, layers of hollow that filled up after all the dinosaurs croaked? Just thinking, that if oil indeed comes from decaying organic matter, dinosaurs are the source primary source of this organic matter, yet dinosaurs were killed by some catastrophic meteor/asteroid or comet? Welp, that prolly doesn’t bode well for there being a bunch of hollows filled by rotting dinosaur flesh. Seems like if there was some acute global trauma, and the planet had hollows, there would have been lots of collapsing and collapses. So how’d this shit get to where it is? Especially all that shit under the ocean(s).
Something don't add up.
Prolly because I never went to school/am uneducated. That said, maybe there was a bunch of hollows that collapsed, loads of shit went in when things collapsed, then it was all covered up over time. I mean hell, The Bible talks about shit getting swallowed up in short order, and not just and only the Bible. All kinds of other stories the recount things getting swallowed up.
I just looked down at the page counter and noticed that I’m on page 8/8, so I’m gonna STFU now. I don’t want Roob to have a panic attack upon opening this piece of shit. I hope and trust that your weekend was a grand one, and that your coming week be full of happiness and smooth sailing for you and yours.
Dear Reader, if you’ve been following my ramblings here at the LoL, you’ll know I’ve been investigating the ‘Fallen Goddess’ scenario, and more specifically the Gnostic Aeon Sophia’s Correction narrative espoused by John Lamb Lash…
… Witch is why the new female incarnation of Doctor Who is so fascinating to me, despite the show’s makers’ obvious predilection for shoehorning married lesbians into every story line…
*Her? …./flicks ash… Ugh! Hideous! Gno wonder the Yanks elected a complete Tool…*
… But I watched last weekend’s episode with some trepidation, Dear Reader, because… Well, my name is RooB and I am a Recovering Arachnophobe…
*-ary… /blooms smoke… Ooh that’s what I doo when I get home from work…*
… I remote viewed Sunday’s spider episode on Monday with Cade, and discussed it later with – who else? – Legs…
*/drags… That’s an interesting point he makes about Frankie’s phone, Clicky… /blows smoke rings… It contained all the dirt on what the Trump surrogate wanted hidden…*
*The Remnants from ‘The Ghost Monument’? …/stubs butt… Now you come to mention it, Clicky, they are a bit Archon-like in appearance…*
As for all the Political Correctness paving the show, Dear Reader, I can’t help but feel that the makers of ‘Doctor Who’ haven’t quite grasped where their liberalness with good intentions might possible lead…
“to commit (a corpse) to earth,” late 14c., from earth (n.). Related: Earthed; earthing.
Apols! I was hoping to write a post and include a link to the Underdog Anthology 6 (UAVI) this time, Dear Reader…
*Pass us me fags, Clicky. Ta… /lights up… This could be a shambles an’ half…*
… But unfortunately the publisher Leggy’s still waiting for some final corrections from Anthology author Justin Sunshine…
*/drags… Bin nuffin butt sunshine recently in Frank’s posts in the Red universe, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*
… You’ll have to wait for that, Dear Reader, but with any luck UAVI should be published this weekend. Sew… instead l thought I’d write about that god-like scientist, the newly regenerated Doctor, who was last seen at Christmas…
… Falling out of the sky…
*/drags… You gno, this ‘ol premise reminds me of sumfin, Clicky… /streams smoke…*
… And who landed back on our screens last Sunday.
*I say, interesting choice of first alien baddie for her toof ace, Clicky… /plays with lighter…*
I gotta thank the Rev for his delightfully insightful Who companion posts for sparking off some insights of my own…
‘Ryan’s view count is nineteen, which is a CLEAR AND UNAMBIGUOUS reference to Paul Hardcastle’s iconic song about the Vietnam War, indicating a likely story arc for Series 12. And his subscriber count is sitting pretty at thirty-seven, which is not a random number and certainly NOT A COINCIDENCE. Thirty-seven, you will recall, is the age of Dennis the political peasant in Monty Python and the Holy Grail – a film that introduced us to the delightful Tim the Enchanter. You see? There was a whopping great clue about the identity of this episode’s villain smack bang in the middle of the opening scene, and not ONE of you noticed. Not one. I’m not angry, folks, I’m just disappointed.’
*/flicks ash… an’ furty seven’s also the atomic number of Roob Idiom… /puffs…*
*Kaiser? …/taps teeth… Yeah, I’ve heard that name a lot in the news recently… /drags…*
*Onna Crane! …/blows smoke ring… Well done, Clicky! She remembers she gnos who she is on a crane… /pats snout…*
All in all, I enjoyed this first episode with the new Doctor, Dear Reader, and I am looking forward to meeting up with the TARDIS again…
* ‘Opefully tomorrah, Clicky… /final drag… and UAVI to be published to more ah as well…*
*I saw that last night, posted in the Blue Frank’s universe…/snorts smoke… Another smoker falls to their death ‘cos of nasty Not-see policy… /bows head…*
Welcome back, Dear Reader! Sincerest apols for my absence from the LoL these past few weeks. I’ve been busy writing and editing stories for ‘Underdog Anthology VI: The Gallows Stone’. Halloween themed and brimming with spookiness, the latest addition to the Underdog collection will be available for purchase later this week…
*/drags… Alright then, Clicky, I’m getting the feeling you wanna talk about ‘breaking’…*
*Oh yeah, the 114th judge thing. I ain’t watched much news recently but I was fucking glued to that debacle, Clicky… /drags… What do ya reckon the CRM could stand for? Concocted Rapey Machinations? …/blows…*
*Shit! Have you seen the time, Clicky? …/stubs butt… I didn’t know it was so late. Thoughtful Man will be home from work soon and I’ve done fuck all so far around the house today…*
… Clicky and I will be back later in the week with another post, Dear Reader, as soon as Underdog Anthology VI is published. Until then… Have a Song 😉
Dear Reader, did you realise ‘Strzok‘ sounds like ‘struck‘? I’d seen the name in print but not heard it being pronounced until recently…
*A shambles is a magical tool… /lights up... as well a meat market, Clicky…/plumes smoke… Excellent Song choice btw… /drags… Works on so many levels…*
*Eww… I’m I the only fucking person that finks he’s the spit of Peter Mandelson? … /flicks ash…*
*Alright, I’ll get on with it, Clicky… /rubs face… Cor, you got sum fins on ya luv…*
Yesterday morning, Dear Reader, I read that Adrian Cronauer – the real ‘Good Morning, Vietnam’ DJ – had died…
‘Adrian Cronauer, who served as inspiration for Robin Williams’ breakout character in the 1987 film Good Morning, Vietnam, has died in Virginia aged 79.
‘Like his eponymous character, Cronauer was a radio presenter in Saigon in 1965 and 1966 known best for his enthusiastic early morning greeting and penchant for playing rock’n’roll tunes to raise American troops’ morale during the Vietnam War.’
… I mentioned it to Cade when I got home from work, a couple of hours earlier than normal thanks to wondrous invention of FlexiTime…
… The choice of evening’s entertainment had been made: a triple bill of Robin Williams flicks. In the first, ‘Good Will Hunting’, he played a doctor, who was still in mourning for the death of his wife…
*Lovestruck… /puffs… Kudos for the baseball striking bat clip, Clicky…*
… Followed by ‘The Fisher King’ in which he played a former teacher at Hunter College, sent mad and homeless by the murder of his wife…
*Huh, he gets struck with a baseball bat at the end of the clip… /blows… You know, Clicky, Jeff Bridges plays a DJ in that film?*
…And finally topped off the early hours of this morning with ‘What Dreams May Come’ – a line in ‘Hamlet‘ – in which he plays another doctor, this one dead and in heaven, mourning the suicide of his wife…
*/clears throat… And sum funderstruck at the end of that clip…*
It struck me, Dear Reader, that Robin Williams essentially played the same character in our little Friday evening movie-fest. A widower motivated by the deepest love felt by a husband for his wife…
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… And it’s when’s day today. Sync! …/flicks lighter… You know, Marshall McLuhan said advertising was the greatest art form of the 20th century? …/lights up… An’ that the medium is the message… /drags… Fucking genius!*
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, the S stands for Sensitivity…
… and that means all living things on this planet have the ability to detect changes in the surrounding environment and to react to it…
*Cade-style it is then, Clicky… /thinks… Actually, when you fink about it, an orange ‘nightmare’ has triggered the sensitivities of the free world in recent times… /smokes… Yuge!*
Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘orange’ to ‘Sensitivity’?
The reason that I wanted to go there, is because whatever it was that I thought of last night was one of those more “off the wall” types of concepts. A state of mind/being that we appear to not think about much.
Nope…nothing on that list rings a bell either. What in the FUCK was it that I thought about last night while standing there taking a piss? Oh…had I not mentioned that I was taking a piss whenever I thought of whatever it was that I thought of?
So yeah…what choo think? Think you can help me remember whatever it is that I forgot?
^Underworld – Scribble^
I love the color orange. But you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, and I prolly just prejuiced you by using that pic above…
Prejuiced?
I meant PREJUDICED…not prejuiced.
Anyway…yeah…orange…one of my fave colors. Green, Orange, Purple if I had to pick faves, but not with respect to cars. White or Yellow would be my first choice. Black with respect to most clothes, or plain pastels. Something really loud in blue, yellow or red in clothes is OK too.
I can't remember what I was gonna say here.
OH! Did you know, that on Imgur where I found that image? The image was named:
“ORANGE STEALING WHORES“.
I wonder what that is all about? Seems not very nice to assume someone sexual proclivities based on a gender. What goes good with orange juice?
^Mango – Friday Coffee (Paul Keeley Remix)^
I’ve heard it said by some that “orange is the new black”…but I’ve no idea what that means. So let’s think about this kid above. She’s likely seeing something in her head as to what SHOULD be transpiring, and what she needs to do in order to facilitate the successful operation of this activity, but what is actually happening is something quite different.
Must be new to her or something.
Am I saying shit that “goes without saying” here? Of course some little kid isn’t going to be a world champion hula-hooper on what is likely her first try. So, let’s say that’s so.
Q: Are you willing to spend the time teaching her and helping her to become a world champion hula-hooper?
A: ???
Gonna take a lot of time, she’s eventually gonna grow up, and will likely have a bunch of creeps oogling her as she performs/demonstrates her talent. Better crush her dreams right now. Better sooner than later…eh?
So yeah, maybe orange IS the new black. I wonder what color “patience” might be? Whatever color that is, I wonder what color it is when absent? Clear? If so, and the same could be said of other colors, that sure would muddy the concept of clarity.
^Roald Velden – Time Flies By (Original Mix)^
When the sun sets, maybe it’s that orange seems to blend well with the black, and is one of the last distinguishable colors that we see. Black and orange do indeed mesh well, and maybe that’s one of the magical blendings that allows us to see the darkness in the way(s) that we do.
I’ve run long tho, and really don’t want to get to rambling about light/dark right now. Not trying to be insensitive, but I’ve got needs too. So does Roob.
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
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*Oh… /flicks ash… I believe a pack of the higher strength cigs in the aqua coloured box is winging its way to me right now… /final drag… I do hope it’s not confiscated for not displaying the mandatory medical porn, Clicky…*
That’s the email message that accompanied the missive that is set out for you below, Dear Reader. I received it yesterday evening from Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US…
Just to be clear, this is our 100th Missive From ‘Merica…
Enjoy! ❤
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!!!HAPPY FUCKING DENTS PRESENT DAY!!!
Yep.
Dents are present.
Dense is likely present as well.
I am here after all.
Not to mention I am dense with dents.
Happy Birthday Geo Dub.
HBD to all other US Presidents as well.
Fuckit...
If today is your birthday, and you aren’t a President, American or otherwise, Happy Fucking Birthday to you too! ❤
^”To Anacreon in Heaven” A.K.A. The Drinking Song^
I mentioned this to someone last night, and it got me to thinking about eye-strain and/or difficulty reading screen fonts on a computer monitor. Me being me, I began thinking about my own settings on my own computer, remembered that this is NOT my computer, then went in to check my own settings.
ClearType, was off 😐
It’s on now tho. The screen fonts look COMPLETELY different. Instead of blocky and chunky fonts with ragged edges, my screen fonts are now soft and smooth and MUCH easier to read. Granted, this computer setting makes the color(s) of screen fronts a shade more “fuzzy” and less distinct, but it also adds an element that makes what’s on-screen, a shade easier to read. Looks much more like what you would see on a printed page instead of the pixelated sharp edges that are sometimes present on computer fonts.
^WHERE’S THE MONEY LEBOWSKI^
While looking for 18th century folk music, I found this…
“If you are unfamiliar with 18th century print, you may want to educate yourself about the usage of the so-called “long s” or “medial s”, which causes a lot of people to wonder why printers in the 18th century used an “f” where they should’ve used an “s”. The simple fact is, they didn’t – that thing that looks like an “f” is, in fact, an “s”.”
If you haven’t noticed, I don’t like quoting text from other websites. I’ve no problem stealing images and music, but stealing text is where I draw the line. I figure if you want to read about it, you will. If you don’t, no problem. If I parse the fuck out of someone else’s work, and post large blocks of it here, just to make a point of my own, I’ve likely no point of my own to make, and am just chiming in my endorsement of what someone else has said.
Not knocking people that do this, because that’s how we learn. There are FUCKTONS of standards and principles to stand upon, and we need those things. But at the same time, I think not formulating our own opinions in our own times about these principles, actually has the effect of making them less principled. I’m not endorsing sin, nor disorder and chaos, nor lascivious riotous rampages. Just making an observation that when a certain something, gains a certain weight and momentum, irrespective of what it is, it’s likely going to create sinful chaotic disorder and lascivious riotous rampages.
Doesn't matter what it is.
The more dense the hammer, the more “work” gets done.
^The Chieftains – The Raggle Taggle Gypsy (Lyrics)^
My dad had a coupla small brass anvils that he used for machining and molding certain metal parts. But brass is expensive as fuck, so, when I was in high school, I took a metals-shop class, and made him an aluminum ball peen hammer on the lathe in class. I fucked the handle part up, which was also aluminum, and had to cut it off real short. Aluminum is also expensive as fuck, so I couldn’t afford to buy another piece of aluminum stock to make another one.
So…pop got what was likely the shortest aluminum ball peen hammer ever, hand-made by the biggest fuckup ever who should likely never be allowed within a coupla-zip codes of tools of any kind.
Anyway, the hammer was aluminum, so it was light as FUCK. It was almost like you were not holding anything when holding that hammer. I checked several times as to whether he had ever used it, and he said he did, but I don’t think he did. To his credit, I did notice that he sometimes carried it in his tool bag.
^Roast Beef Of Old England – (Lyrics) Arr.P.M.Adamson^
Great. Now all I need, is…
Some wood,
Kindling,
An ignition source,
A fireplace,
A house to put it in,
A wife to put in the house,
Kids to buy shit for,
An education and/or certification(s),
A job to give me money,
A car to get to the job and store,
Insurance to pay for what is assumed to be incompetence and/or negligence on someone’s part,
Food to wolf down when I can find the time to eat when and if I can afford it,
Credit card to buy shit I can’t afford,
Bank account to hold my money long enough to transfer it to the credit card company,
…simple.
So yeah. There are “principles” fucking everywhere.
Q: I wonder if “principle” is as principle(d) as it once was?
A: ?!!!?
Or has it gotten…muddy. What am I talking about?
Well...language silly.
Language.
^Tri Martolod [Alan Stivell] Chant Breton.flv^
I’ve been noticing some clever techniques utilized by rippers, in order to upload copyrighted movies/video to YouTube. It appears that some are adding shadow movies to the rips in order to better disguise the digital contents of film/video. Like, they’ll rip one movie, then remove virtually all contrast from it to where shadows are barely visible, and then, rip the other movie and layer them into a single video. They may even be layering the same video rip, but they have two video streams that are out of synch.
I dunno. I just know that it was kinda creepy watching two movies at the same time, especially when you don’t know what that second movie is.
It got me to thinking about…
yep...
subliminal messages/subliminal messaging.
I’ve thought a lot about throughput within the human body, and in and around our environment of current times. We seem to make certain distinctions that the Earth/Terra itself is old as fuck, while everything else is new and modern and advanced…civilization. If that’s true, that leads me only to time…and stepping.
But I'll get back to that later.
What really caught my attention, was foley. The BBC is famous for their…erm…”liberal use” of sound effects and music. Especially in their documentaries. The appearance of music, and the timing of the appearance, the tempo, the type, the timbre…it’s all there to provoke an emotional response. To tell you how to feel. To tell you that if you aren’t feeling something, you should be. If you are feeling something, but aren’t feeling “this way”, you should be.
Let's be fair tho. Let's flip that script.
What if, the author(s) of said documentary/documentaries are simply telling you how theyfelt when writing and making this flick? It is their flick afterall. Nothing is requiring you to watch it. If they have some information that you need or want, and this is the only source, and if you don’t like the packaging, welp, that’s just too fucking bad for you…eh? They did all the legwork, they paid all the bills that came due before you showed up, therefore, they are the well…right?
Would you like one scoop, or two, with your reality dose?
It’s going to be both. The tides of information are always there. Sometimes a raging torrent of crashing waves, sometimes a mill-pond with a sheen of glass. Waters are always disturbing…even when undisturbed.
^Drinking Water On An Empty Stomach Immediately After Waking Up!^
I just can’t buy that there is a “one-size-fits-all” morning water intake that cures all of those diseases for every person. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure that I only have 2 of the diseases listed, and both of those are supposedly hereditary…Asthma, Allergies, even tho they didn’t specifically mention allergies.
Not saying that drinking water after waking isn’t a shocker on the system, because it is. If I drink water after waking from sleep, my body goes into motherfucking convulsions. But we aren’t talking about me here, we’re talking standards. We’re talking base(s) and basis. We’re talking principles.
I mean…parents…are you really that stupid? Or is it that we are electing a bunch of unsure self-debasers into positions of power so that they can self-flagellate their own personal guilt(s), shame(s) and failure(s) via shitty legislation. Who are these people who volunteer to put themselves into these positions where they can do no right…only wrong? It’s just a matter of who, and when, as to who is booing you, and who is cheering you.
Seems to me, that booing and/or cheering might be the problem. Or at least, “a” problem. You yell and bitch to them when they don’t show up, then you yell and bitch at them when they do show up. Where is it that we’ve all this free time to scream or cheer?
Shouldn't you be at work or doing something productive/constructive?
Weird seeing that contruction seems to sometimes be a factor in destruction.
^Documentary: The Fire of London^
Where were you? Yeah…we know where you are now, and we know where you stand…now.
Where were you then?
Where did you stand…then?
Being there.
Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it blows.
Sometimes it rocks.
Sometimes…it is what it is.
No one can piss off self, worse than self.
Just sayin'.
^a la nanita nana.wmv^
K…so, got to watching this documentary last night, and it got me to thinking about a lot of things. Ancient maps that accurately depict Antarctica “long before it’s discovery” is one of the things I got to thinking about. But I’m gonna digress here and take another tack.
After the doc, I stumbled over to a certain somewhere, and noticed a certain someone(s) had made some comments to another certain someone’s comments. A la, me, Roob, and Clicky.
Digress-ish.
I’ve been trying to get over to Hugo’s Probe and read his latest, but I’ve not read the one before that either, so, yeah…I’m all fucked up. Let’s seek center.
Digrestless.
Anyway, tunneling. Outside, inside and through. Barriers and shielding(s) that are as much a part of the conduit as anything else. I mean, a cable has a purpose…right? Keep shit out, keep shit in, and once our cabling we are creating does that, the cable itself becomes a whole that is wholly irrelevant, save for the “in” and “out” ends.
Now all we need to do, is plug something into something else via this conduit, and the conduit will play it’s part.
Q: How is this relevant with say…radio and broadcast television? What about…windmills?
A: ...
How could this POSSIBLY relate to mangroves and water(s) and water bears and aerobic bacteria that tunnel for their oxygen when no oxygen is present?
Welp, spin. Oh, and time(s). Three of them actually. Three times that are embedded in one. And that one time is part of the makeup of a time that is further nested in and with three other times.
So…4 times, which contains 1 time that contains 3.
HeightTime + WidthTime + DepthTime + TimeTime = Time
Each axis has two bases, moving and non-moving, and each of those correlate with the other two axes.
Juggling axes. We must be talking time and/or time and matter. Energy/energies must be in there somewhere too.
The deep end…I’ve gone off it.
^Sodom And Gomorrah (Biblical Archaeology Documentary) | Timeline^
We’ve got anger. We need somewhere to put that anger. I’m your man.
Or at least, I certainly can be.
Um…anyone have a label for that? Some kind of social defect or mental illness or personality flaw or spiritual/moral deviance or psychic disability? Maybe all of those?
If you know of any of those nasty associations that are applicable to me, please feel free to label me as such, and then let me know what those are via either direct or indirect means…whatever you think best.
I might need to seek professional help after you’ve finished with me.
^A Man’s A Man For A’ That (Opening of Scottish Parliament) – Sheena Wellington^
Did you know, that on September 10th/11th, of 2000, there was a meeting of The Royal Society to discuss the possible man-made origins of HIV/AIDS? Welp, there was. For the first time ever, an outsider was let in.
No? You aren’t hip or hep enough to know that song? WTF?!?!? I thought you knew everything! Welp, regardless, below is a song that contains a dude playing…
A LUTE!!!
Not only that, there’s a chick playing what appears to be a 7-string Cello!!!
Oh…Viol. Not, Viola de Gamba? Maybe it’s both. Prolly considerations to be made there with respect to contextual social situations. I mean, if you are an American, and you are in Germany, you don’t call shit shit. Contextually, it’s called…scheiße.
^John Dowland – Away with these self loving lads (live and unedited)^
I guess I can post that video where The Royal Society met up to discuss the possibility that Polio vaccines actually caused HIV/AIDS. Irrespective, it’s creepy as fuck to think that Polio vaccine comes from minced simian kidneys. This path I find myself on seems…familiar.
Scary.
^The Origin of HIV Aids – The best documentary – Channel 4^
I’m writing this whatever in OpenOffice’s Writer application. This will be my/our 100th. I still get a shade lost in this editor since I’ve only started using it. Don’t really need any of the formatting tools for these things, since it seems that the uglier the formatting that I send to Roob, the prettier she makes it.
Woman's touch I guess.
Anyway, today in America, is a day that was originally set aside to mark President George Washington’s birthday. Abraham Lincoln’s birthday is also in February on the 12th, so when I was a kid, we always looked forward to February because there was all kinds of shit going on.
November and December were madness in our family because of all the holidays and birthdays jammed in there, but after January 1st? There was a long winter dry-spell of not much of anything at all until Groundhog Day. Groundhog Day meant a countdown to Valentine’s Day, but it also meant Lincoln and Washington’s birthdays, as well as a mention to the Chinese Lunar New Year.
It is the purpose of school to teach. To omit and streamline is to limit. To create limits in schools is to teach limits. To teach limits is to test limits and limitations. To test limits and limitations is to filter. To get the cream to rise, which then itself can then be separated.
Sounds like a volcano.
My country…I love it. Sometimes, I even like it. But if you personally want everyone to agree with you, what’s with all the yelling? Doesn’t sound like you are looking for anything ‘cept a fight.
Someone to beat on.
Why on earth, would someone need another to beat on? I mean, what would you do if there were no one to beat on? Would you start beating on yourself? Or would you start beating-off?
^Fair Iris I Love and Hourly I Die John Dryden Audiobook^
I’m listening.
Pho! pox of this nonsense, I prythee give over
Just not sure what to do after hearing.
Guess I’ll keep going.
^Oberon from Peter Brook’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1970)^
Sometimes…ya just gotta get lost.
Maybe I’ll get found.
Or more loster.
Or both.
^Lolita – Sailor, Your Home Is The Sea (U.S. hit version 1960)^
!Goo Ten Tauk Scam Baags!
cYa | cFa
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