*Superb movie, Clicky… /lights up… went to see it twice… /drags… I had such crush on Mandy Patinkin after that… /plumes smoke… Well, on the character anyway…*
*True… /flicks ash… Cade and I have been pondering wrestling recently… /puffs… But I’m trying to introduce his missive now, and you’re kinda distracting me, Clicky…*
*Oh bollocks! You’ve got me thinking about how Iocane power comes from Australia…*
*Antipodeans are so fuckin’ needy to be seen as whirled leaders, Clicky… /drags… regardless of the direction of travel…*
*/streams smokes… When it seems that for all these years smokers have been building a tolerance to Covid-19…*
*You can say that again, Clicky…*
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Pay no heed to the above. Especially those first four letters and their ordering. Just doing some textual doodling whilst I was thinking about a concept. Amazing what one sometimes sees whilst trying to get their head wrapped around a something.
If someone is “on the fence”, I can only wonder how they got there.
Anyone have any ideas as to how individuals wind up on a fence?
Anyone have any ideas as to who says it’s a bad thing to be on a fence? Because I’d argue they’ve never encountered an angry stray dog or unleashed/unfenced dog.
They’ve certainly not encountered an entire pack of angry loose dogs.
Growling, slobbering, angry animals who want you off that fence so they can get a piece of you.
The only thing protecting you is that fence. Thank God that fence was there for you to jump on, eh?
Say, that reminds me, what are fences sometimes made of?
Trees sometimes work just as well as a fence.
Someone prolly gonna have issues with you being in that tree too tho’.
No telling who may own that tree, and the owner(s) may have issues with you being in that tree irrespective of your own personal reasons for being in it.
And maybe not just and only the same rabid fucks who initially chased you up there in the first place.
You sure have amassed a metric fuckton of people who want you out of that tree or off that fence. Holy hell, you were only trying to save your own bacon…what the FUCK?!?!?
People who say “they aren’t interested in material things” cause me concern. I am a material thing. I even have a few material things that are my own. Can only wonder if your disinterest in material things may cause you to trash me and my things.
Well, what do we have here?!? A question from The Whatever However Hotline!
Cade: Wow…what a generic, yet completely off-the-wall type of question to ask of someone who is completely unqualified to answer the question. But, yes, the United States of America does indeed have plans already made up and ready to go to either repel certain invasions, to support certain allies in certain ways in certain theatres, and also there are plans to invade just about any and every nook and cranny of the entire planet and beyond.
I hate to tell you this, but whatever country you occupy likely has loads of similar plans. So do you. You make plans to invade financial markets. Grocery stores. Retail shops. Men. Women. Neighbors. Family members. Wasp nests. Dirty kitchens. Unkempt lawns or gardens. Roadways. The Internet. You have shitloads of your own plans to defend, invade and/or attack certain areas in order to keep what you have, or get what you want or need. Or maybe you just want to make a something look and behave like you think it should look and behave, so you organize a plan in order to get that done. Also, I don’t see what the big mystery is with countries and their governments having plans formulated and ready to react to a given situation.
That's what you pay them to do
Something that has troubled me for a long time regarding the concept of transmediums and/or mediumship is that once this connection is made, neither party exists. Both cease to exist. The medium or host is no longer themselves, and the interloper cannot be themselves within the domain of another as they are inaccurately represented. In order for this to work, I would think that any invading spirit would have to perfectly emulate the host prior to entry. But again this does not work because the spirit is no longer the unique being they were. They are now whomever they are attempting to latch onto.
All those thoughts aside, I would think that in order for mediumship of any kind to work, the medium themselves would have to be completely and totally neutral. In order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to pass the data, as is, irrespective of whether it makes any sense to you or not. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to the recipient(s) either. Nor even the sender. The medium is a diode. A switch. Which makes me wonder as to the mechanics of more servomechanism types of action(s) when information is being transmitting from one plane to another. Which lands me right back at in order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to somehow exist in both planes, whilst simultaneously not existing in either. Physics is likely to say this is an impossibility.
BLOOPS! I guess maybe matter can have two separate/different states at the same time. But then again, why couldn’t it? Light is both particle and wave at the same time. Depending upon present company of course.
We hear a lot about “great minds” getting together and discussing ideas. I guess the implication is that when this happens, “the smart” get smarter. But what happens when dumbasses get together and discuss ideas? Do they get dumber? When average people get together to discuss ideas, do they get more average? Not only that, but when dumb people get together and get dumber, do the smart get smarter by default? Like, the smart fuckers don’t even have to get together in order to get smarter, nor do the average folk need to get together in order to become more average.
Awoke this morning with the concepts of affection and being affectionate on my mind, pondered it a bit, but reached no conclusions as to the nature of affection. In order to be affectionate, one must be in proximity to and/or have reasonable access to a second party, and that second party must be receptive to the affection.
What I also pondered was the concept of passionate affection, and/or, being affectionately passionate. One being a state of having a passion for affection, and one being a state of passion whilst displaying affection. I wondered about myself and my love for displaying affection. I’m not real great at being on the receiving end of affection(s), but I feel fairly confident in my abilities to dole affection out. Question is, is this desire to display affection a detriment? Moreover, could my yearning to dote upon someone be considered a fault? Again, another party must be present, and they must be receptive to any affections otherwise I’m subject to repudiation.
Things just took an unexpected turn
Was thinking about the concept of “too much” with respect to affection in a relationship. If you and I are in a relationship, like a touchy-feely type relationship, and I try and rub your shoulders each day when you arrive home from work, there are likely days when you don’t want your shoulders rubbed. There may even come a point to where you appear to never want your shoulders rubbed, and I get the hint and stop even trying to offer.
A: ???
You didn’t want me rubbing your shoulders, I complied, all parties should be happy. Or at least until you get it in your mind that “hey, I wonder why he never asks me if I want a shoulder rub anymore?”. It’s prolly because I’ve abandoned you completely and am fucking your sister, two of your aunts, as well as several of your friends. I even rub their shoulders occasionally.
Unlike you, they like it
There’s prolly all kinds of residuals which collect over time and throw us into loops.
I personally am not one to immediately dismiss loops as bad things. Those seemingly repetitive passes provide one a chance to evaluate these loops they’re in. Maybe provide the time for figuring out how to best escape the situation. Maybe even provide the time to dismantle the very architecture you created which landed you in these loops in the first place. Find ways around, find ways through, find ways out. Before you know it, you’re on your way to wherever you want to be, you’ve likely learned a thing or two, and you’re now free to repeat the whole damn process anew on greener pastures. Loads of free space out there just waiting for you to fill it with more baggage.
And hey, since we are on the topic of baggage…
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Yeah, like luggage: How do you treat your own luggage as you travel? Pretty well I bet. It is important to you afterall. Even if its the cheap stuff or some knock-off of “designer luggage” like Louis Baton or Ralph Lorenzo or Samsonote or Amercan Tourastafarian.
But how others treat our baggage? Wheeeeeee doggies!!! That’s a whole other topic now ain’t it? Those professional baggage handlers who handle baggage all day every day better treat your baggage with the respect it deserves, eh?
Just thinking that maybe a lot of this “personal baggage” stuff sometimes centers more around how we perceive how others perceive/treat our baggage rather than what we ourselves think about our own shiz. We try and see what they are seeing, rather than seeing things as we see them. Hey, treat your own shit well. That’s the best you can prolly ever hope for. Others are unlikely to give a fuck. I mean, what the hell are they doing rummaging through your baggage for anyway? Ain’t they got their own shit to deal with? What are they, psychological customs agents? Are they even digging through your shit, or is it a matter of your opinions about someone else’s opinions about you and your shit?
What a fucking mess
Hate to be the one to tell you this…
…but I don’t think “exclusivity” exists in the more esoteric realms. Not to mention that you, in any more commercial endeavors, want people to consume whatever you are trowling out…right? You want them to hear you, understand you, believe you, convert their way(s) of thinking to be more in line with your own way(s) of thinking?
However, when others hear you and your thoughts, and they in turn voice their own opinions on your thoughts, you suddenly accuse them of totally missing your point(s)? Of not understanding your elevated and miraculous wisdom in the way and ways you want them to? You’re giving pearls to the pigs, but they just…don’t…get it?
Must be lonely in that pearly tower of your own wisdom that appears to be primarily based on someone else’s wisdom.
I’ve never read Jung…
…I almost never write about Jung. I purposefully avoid Jung as best I can, and may never get around to reading Jung. But I’ve experienced synchronicity my entire life whilst never knowing what in the fuck it was, nor did I ever encounter anyone else who experienced such things. Even got to where I didn’t talk about my experiences because everyone I spoke with about these weird coincidences branded me a goddamn loon. Told me I was nuts. Told me they were just coincidence(s) with no meaning whatsoever and it was all my imagination trying to add some additional meaning where there in fact was no meaning.
When I later stumbled upon Jung and his synchronicity jazz, it was quite the revelation for sure, but I was already miles down my own path, figuring out my own shit in my own ways. You really think it would be a wise thing for me to toss all of that in favor of someone else’s methods and meanings?
I think not
When I later found synchromysticism, I’ve figured I prolly made the right choice in avoiding Jung and sticking to what I know from my own experiences. Wander around and hear what others think about Jung, then ease myself into Jung’s actual works whenever I’m ready, and then form my own opinions. This may seem a bit backwards to some, but to me it’s the proper path. Meet Mr. Jung on my own terms so I can be more understanding about whatever it is he’s got to say. Afterall, this is gonna be a one-way conversation: he speaks, I listen, and there will be no conversation nor debate. Just a shitload of questions, all of which I’ll be required to find the answers on my own.
Maybe walking alone through the synchronistic storms of my own life wasn’t such a bad idea afterall.
Not trying to knock on anyone, but it does occur to me that even Jung’s stuff is an amalgam of other various shit from those who came before him. Were that previous stuff not to exist and/or not exist in the ordering that it did, neither would Jung’s work exist nor would “Jungians” be a thing.
Everything that came before was mutations of the shit that proceeded it. Jung’s shit was a mutation of the bits and pieces he gleaned from the whole mess, and Jung’s shit can only mutate further from there. Branch. The old shit is still there, the purists are still free to do their thing, there’s just gonna be a lot of new shit heaped on top.
You know what? Pretty much all that bullshit above has been sitting on my hard drive for right around a month or so. Was it really necessary that I inform you, the reader, of that information? No idea. I’ve not a clue when this will be published, nor do I know when you are reading this, nor do I know who the fuck you even are, nor why you’re reading my nonsense. Might be a something you’d be interested to know tho.
/shrug
I got lots more to write about, but ain’t gonna do it here and now.
I’m currently vexed by a thing or two.
I’m finding folds of skin that I didn’t even know existed.
I’ve suspected for a long time, sure, but never had any “proof”.
Would be quite something to find out how this is even possible.
Maybe even to find out some of what is behind it all.
And I really need to cut my fingernails prior to any involved typing.
I can type fair when they are short, I can type fair when they are long.
But when they are in that midrange stage?
Quite the challenge to type with middle-of-the-road length fingernails.
*Ha ha… The Jung Ones… /stubs butt… Seminal, Clicky, seminal viewing for a teenager in the early 80s…*
*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…*
*True… /streams cloud of smoke… It appears Cade has been chewing on the idea of paper, Clicky…*
*Is that a pun on tool/cock, Clicky? …/arches eyebrow…*
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.
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.
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.
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?
Quite tempting
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.
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.
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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
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).
Submarines don’t have anchors. Every type of ship or boat has an anchor, but not submarines.
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.
A: ¿?¿
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”.
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.
A: What are your intentions?
Life is quite fun, eh?
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?
If you hand someone an eraser…
…that same someone is likely to do some erasing.
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.
Where there is smoke, there is…well…there’s only…
smoke
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.
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.
Yours
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.
LOOP!
LOOP!
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.
Why?
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?
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.
Basically, advertising
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.
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.
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.
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?
Anyone? Anyone?
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?
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.
Hrm
A: ???
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.
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.
A: ?¿?
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.
!!!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.
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.
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.
Yummy
A: Not a clue.
Sure can be fun tho’. Sometimes.
*/squints… Is that a pun on flower/flour, Clicky?*
*WTF is Leggy doing up that early on a Sunday morning?*
*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*
*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
‘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.’
*/flicks lighter… Nah, I ain’t a genius, Clicky… /lights up… Listen… /drags… I didn’t say fanks for ‘olding the fort for me ‘ere… /plumes smoke… I was in need of sum finking space…*
*Hey! You got that from Cade… /coughs… I admit, you are a genius recycler tho’, Clicky… /flicks ash… You could be sum sorta professor…*
*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…*
*Quite!*
*Yeah, I see it… /squints… Kelsey Grammer as Frasier of Seattle… /final drag… and father Martin…*
*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*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…*
devotion (n.)
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…*
*Noted…*
I’ve got my thigh on you.
rawr
I’ve got my thighs on you.
rawrz
I got my highs on you.
rawrzzzzz
Guys (males) are prolly reading this and are like…”dude…what the fuck?”
lolz
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.
/shrug
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.
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
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.
A: You
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
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
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.
Divisions
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.
Sounds conspiratorial
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’.
Digress
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.
Was digging for Devo remixes because Devo keep appearing on my radar for some reason, and now I’m stumbling across some weird shit.
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.
Killaz
Speaking of killaz and killers, all kinds of music been killin’ it all over the killer map for a long time.
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.
Sync Books – Book Syncs - Book Syncs Sync Books
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.
A: ??¿??
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.
Anyone know what Xenochrony is?
I don't
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.
Foreign-ish
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
Digress
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.
Yeesh
-\- 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.
It's how we learn
It's how we learn
It's how we learn
Three tits...awesome
*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…*
*Hmm, now you mention it, Clicky, it’s less poppy… more rave… /lights up…*
*LOL, Clicky… /lights up… The number of times… /drags… I’ve been inna pub… /streams smoke… since the 2007 smoking ban can be counted on one hand…*
*You got that right! Pubs, clubs, cafes, restaurants, cinema… /taps ash… All kinds of social gatherings…*
*I agree, Clicky, it’s all very suspicious…*
!SCUM SCRAPED FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN!
If you’re scummy and you know it clap your hands!
/clap...clap
If you’re scummy and you know it clap your hands!
/clap...clap
If you’re scummy and you know it,
Your dirty self will really show it,
If you’re scummy and you know it clap your hands!
/clap...clap
Sure are a lot of “looming threats” in the world.
Better pool your spirit
Fighting isn’t even a question.
It's something we do
!! TAKE COVER !!
You want to war, and you wanna win, you gonna need some bad-asses on your side. Muscle.
Goons
lolz...
Some wars are kinda funny. At the start anyway. But at some point, shit is likely gonna get real. Not all boogeymen are created equally. Some are phantoms and shadows, others are quite real.
There will be survivors. They’ll crawl out of the rubble, piece their lives together and try to make sense of it all.
You may be wondering what war has to do with hockey. Does sport or even gaming have anything to do with war? Actually, I have no idea what you may be wondering. I only know what I am wondering, and what I am wondering about is the nature of conflict, and when/where/how it manifests. Who are those at odds, why are they at odds, and how does this evolve into war(s) which will further descend into battle(s) and combat. There appear to be many wars and many fronts. Maybe the term “war” has been inaccurately applied. Would be a good diversionary tactic. Draw attention away from the real fighting. Dangerous tho. Two fronts. That primary front is gonna have to fall.
No idea how many of those links you may have actually explored, but all of them are quite interesting, and they’re all related in some way, shape or form. Some links are stretchy, sure. But they are related. What really tied it all together for me was the story on the Hells Angels MC/Rock Machine MC and their war in Quebec, and a Canadian cop named Benoit Roberge.
2014
2016
2017
2019
Not only was he apparently playing both sides, he got 8 years, was granted day-parole after 2 years, and full parole a year after that. Now, I dunno if you’ve seen the video of George Floyd being murdered face-down on the pavement, but I can’t help but wonder what’s gonna happen if these cops aren’t charged with a crime. They were suspended, then shorty after that they were fired, but as of this moment, they’ve not been charged with any crime(s). And not only will they need to be charged, they’ll need to be convicted.
A: OOPS!!! What I meant to ask, was what happened to innocent until proven guilty?
They’ve not even been charged, let alone tried, so how can we possibly jump straight to a conviction.
Slippery. Very, very slippery this slope is.
All kinds of grey
Someone is about to show us the way. Heard a term last night called ‘T&Trace’. It appears to be shorthand for ‘Track And Trace’…some new Facebook something. Today, I hear that Twitter has started to label some or all of Donald Trump’s Twitter account Tweets as “misinformation”. That says to me that someone is getting ready to show us the way. Take us by our tiny unwashed hands, and guide us to the promised land. Not before the bank forecloses on our current residence(s) of course.
Hey, that reminds me, I know that many if not most people only own one house/one home. Some of us own zero houses/homes. Heard last night tho’ that Johnny Depp owns 14 houses? Like, personal residences I guess? His money and he can do whatever in the fuck he wants with it, but it’s strange for me to think of owning 14 houses. I guess maybe it’s possible that he rents some of them out, but to whom I wonder. The one home under discussion was a $2.9 million dollar horse farm in Kentucky? Who the fuck has the money to rent such a place, and why would anyone with that kind of bread be renting instead of buying?
Strange world
But yeah, someone is about to show us the way. President Trump appears to have the FCC looking into social media companies and their practices.
What in the fuck is a service company doing in the editorial business anyway? Twitter is a service. A communications service like AT&T or Western Union or Verizon. AT&T ain’t in the business of censoring my calls. They provide a service with some stipulations, if I violate the terms I am subject to my service being terminated, and if they violate the terms…well, they either make it right or are big enough to pretty much avoid any major trouble from am insignificant worm like me. Any violations by any party may be subject to further investigation by some government entity. But it’s unlikely that AT&T is gonna monitor and potentially censor or edit my calls.
What I’m trying to figure out is why Twitter is not breaking out from under the umbrella and adding some additional service. Twit Tour or TwitterSJW or Twit Sewer or something like that. You see only stuff that makes you happy. Wait…users already have the ability to create their own echo chambers. Why this extra layer? And why this extra layer within the existing architecture? Are they trying to circumvent moderation of accounts and pruning of accounts entirely by slapping accounts with some scarlet letter? Could also be that maybe Twitter is outgrowing their existing architecture, and this is a workaround. Maybe Twitter is wanting to sell? That said, I’m wondering if that last update to the Twitter TOS maybe had something in there that I didn’t fully understand at the time.
Twitgress
I do know this, it would be funny as fuck if Twitter management is trying to influence the upcoming election. The so-called Russian election scandal in 2016 wasn’t sketchy enough, so, fuckit…let’s go whole hog.
A: Like, via 3rd parties? Pays people to “hack” or otherwise exploit their own service?
Nah…unpossible. Why on God’s green Earth would someone bankroll a phantom army to exploit their own service.
A: I can think of some reasons
Relevance is relevant, and there’s nothing better than being relevant, even if you have to make yourself appear relevant via sketchy means.
Has a Julian Assange or maybe a fight club ring to it
Not to mention, why would someone expend the resources to attack someone who is already under attack? Especially if you are operating under the assumption that you are the one doing the attacking. Yeah, like Russia thinks they are doing the attacking, but in fact Twitter is actually attacking themselves. Kinda hard to get a punch in on someone who is already getting mobbed.
All kinds of angles to consider
Pretty sure it’s impossible to pop a balloon that is not inflated. What’s that? You wanna know what I’m talking about?
I just got a question from the Whatever However Hotline, and the question centered around humility and how one achieves it. Supposedly, we all of us have a something called “the ego”, and we seem to accept this as being true.
We have an ego, end of story
By the same token, we all of us have the capacity to have humility, yet not everyone actually has humility. Occurred to me that a good way to pump some humility into someone is by inflating the ego, then popping that motherfucker. Of course, you could also inflate the ego then let the air out gently. Guess it all depends on your motives and maybe your immediate needs. If you want someone with stiff knees to bow, yeah, you maybe wanna humble them. But if you want someone to have some humility, maybe the slow-release is the ticket.
You're driving the bus, you figure it out
Hope this either answers your question or gets you pointed in the correct direction.
Sitting and watching a movie with a friend, and I get a notification on my phone from YouTube. I’m subscribed to this person’s channel and have been for years, but, I don’t recall ever clicking that “notifications” bell thingie. That said…erm…sometimes I’m really not sure what to do. Not sure what to make of things. Is there anything to be done here? Or is there some course that needs to run?
I’ve been following her on YouTube for years, and I’m honestly not sure what to make of that. I guess she/her channel got demonetized by YouTube, she started making some damn odd vids, and I was left a bit befuddled. They’ve only gotten more strange, but I can kinda empathize because I’ve ridden that razor of being a complete castaway for some time now. Some of her vids from way back helped me through some tough times, now it appears she’s up shit’s creek without a paddle, and I’ve no idea how to help. Can I help? Should I help? Plus, I’m a dude, so most people will likely think I just want to help her out so I can get into her pants/knickers.
A: ? substitute “pants” with “shoes” if you're having trouble with the analogy ?
Good luck lady. Hope you find your feet ❤
Your health is a matter of public record. Your health is a matter of state concern. Your health is not your own business. You got an ailment, malady, condition or defect?
We wanna know about it
You wanna get out and gallivant around, you best be healthy. There will be no sickies out mingling with all the vaccinated people. The compliant might become ill thanks to your non-inoculated and diseased self. Wrapped up in your own self-interest(s). Pathetic. You are a pathetic citizen.
From that article, here’s a direct link to the Facebook post, but there’s coupla interesting things:
“Do you think if I weren’t a State Rep that he would have forced me? How is this any way to be treated?”
Treated? How is that any way to be treated? Are you under the impression that you are to receive special treatment or get special privileges because you’re an elected official? Because you tout yourself as Chairwoman of Higher Education and because you claim to represent 115,000 Ohioans?
I’d guess you’re not just and only a State Representative, you’re also a US Citizen, an Ohio resident, Butler County resident, appear to be a woman, potentially human, maybe a gun owner or firearms enthusiast, a wage-earner, taxpayer…in short, you wear a lot of hats. Lots of hats means more rules, not less. Methinks your view of the layer cake may be a bit askew. But, “resent” is 2/3rds of “represent” so I guess maybe a healthy dose of resentment for what you were is required in order to become what you want to be.
Something else that has me scratching my head is…wait, this appears to have happened on May 27th of 2020. Did the Ohio Statehouse just reopen or something? This lockdown nonsense has been going on for months. Are you telling me that all this time, security at the Ohio Statehouse has not been upgraded/augmented to ensure that suspected COVID-19 infected people are given the boot off-premises? Temperatures haven’t been taken until now, and no one has been kicked off state property for being a threat to security?
Just checked the Ohio Legislative Calendar and went all the way back to January. While it would appear that some sessions have been canceled, it also appears that the place has been open for business through this whole thing. Maybe she’s been playing hooky from the legislative sessions, and this was her first day back to work in months. The only other thing that I can think of is that maybe she’s up for reelection in November. Let’s check that out.
Yep…her term as State Representative of District 53 expires 31 December 2020 when the 133rd Ohio General Assembly adjourns. She’s only been in office for 4 years, and Ohio term limits say she can be in that position for up to 8 years. She’s gotta be running, which means she’s campaigning. Let’s dig some more.
DOH! She’s trying to upgrade from State Rep to State Senator. Ohio has 33 Senate districts, looks like she was trying to take the 4th Senate district, but lost in the GOP primaries to some dude named Lang.
Ouch
Not only will she not be moving to State Senate, looks like she’s out of a job entirely.
People being discriminated against based on sexual orientation, race, nationality, disability…
…gender, creed, religion, blah blah blah.
Loop pooL
That “Butler County lawmaker” stigma is gonna hang around for a while. The ass in the chair may have changed, but that legacy of an asshole in the Ohio’s 53rd district is gonna live on for a while. On the upside, I hear there’s no such thing as bad press. Anything you can do to draw attention to a particular somewhere? Good all around. Especially for those occupying spaces where no one is looking.
Hay meadow middles!
That cat Nero fiddles,
A scowl came over the moon;
The old sea dog laughed, to see such a port…
…and the Petri dish ran away with the soon.
I just saw something that reminded me Halloween is only 5 months away.
So much to do, and so little time
If you’re looking for definitives, you came to the wrong place sister. The only definitive you’re gonna find here, is that there is definitely nothing to be found here. So yeah, 1 definitive, beyond that is all grey.
X: Where’ve you been?
Cade: You talking to me?
0: “Where’ve” is not something you see every day.
Cade: No it isn’t. Was just thinking that I can’t recall the last time I used “where’ve” in a sentence.
X: Where’ve you been?
Cade: This is about SoPi, isn’t it.
X: Maybe.
Cade: I forgot about it.
Z: That didn’t stop you from wandering off past SoPi-Z tho, did it?
Cade: You saw that did ya?
Z: …
Cade: Yeah I know that I have a few languishing, but at the same time, I’m getting close to the end.
X: This is about Victor.
Cade: I know. Had a lot of thoughts, wanted to write…
X: And completely forgot about SoPi-V in the process.
Cade: Did indeed forget.
Z: That didn’t stop you from wandering off past SoPi-Z tho, did it.
Cade: Is there an echo in here?
X: Zed. I wanna know about zed.
Cade: Having a tough time deciding when and where to use the Omega character in SoPi-V.
X: And if.
Cade: Correct, and if.
X: Why would you mix and match the Z/Zed character with the Omega character?
Cade: Good question. I don’t really know if Omega is representative of Z/Zed in this instance.
A: Are you changing any other characters?
Cade: No.
A: So why would you change Zulu to Omega.
Cade: Welp, my thought was that maybe 0/Zero could be better represented if I used Omega instead of Zed.
X: Flow.
Cade: Correct.
0: I’m gonna change the subject real quick. Do you really think it possible to create a verbal message in time, and postmark that message for delivery thousands of years in the future?
Cade: I don’t see why not. If we can transmit a message electronically and estimate how long it should take that message to travel a certain distance, I don’t see why a message couldn’t be sent from way back in the past to arrive in the now.
0: And you realize that we are talking about an audible message, right?
Cade: Welp, this idea isn’t a new one to me. But that thing about blackbodies the other day, plus some discussions with a certain someone about how events which are seemingly impossible to predict may in fact be predictable?
X: The short being, this is the first time you’ve given serious consideration as to how to explain to another how communications over time might be possible.
Cade: Correct. I’ve given the matter a lot of thought, it makes sense, just never expected anyone would want to hear about it.
X: And now, someone wants to hear about it.
Cade: They asked a question, it took me aback, I don’t know if they actually want me to go off on a tangent about how I see how this may be possible.
X: Relies too much on some risky leaps of faith.
Cade: Sorta. I would imagine the primary question is likely to be “what is the source?”
X: Bingo.
Cade: We make a lot of assumptions predicated on our own current abilities.
T: I think you may wanna explain that one a bit further if you can.
0: Try not to hurt yourself.
Cade: Noted.
X: Source.
Cade: Source and sources. What interested me was the potential delaying types of mechanisms.
X: Blackbodies.
Cade: Correct. A capacitor of sorts. A timing mechanism.
Z: Like…The Synchros?
Cade: The Synchros Of Time, yes.
Z: And what are those, prey tell.
Cade: Um…can we get back on track?
0: You were on track?
B: DOH!
T: Woah nelly.
X: BOOYA!
Cade: lolz…touché.
X: You were just looking up Interferometry. Do you even know why?
Cade: In order to send a message from a time to a time, you’re likely going to have to have some pretty accurate cosmological clocks.
A: Have you considered the length of the message being encoded with an iterative, and then placing that message in a stasis?
Cade: That’s what I was just thinking. If the dimensions of a blackbody were known, the message could be angled in such a way that its trajectory would basically keep it in a (for the most part) steady state for a certain period of time.
A: And what about the space the blackbody itself occupies and it’s proximity to the target/message recipient?
0: Not to mention that you’re going to have to take decay into consideration.
Cade: Maybe that’s a property of a blackbody which has not been taken into consideration.
X: Conservation of energy?
Cade: Perhaps.
X: You’re basically describing coiling an audible message like a clock-spring within a blackbody or some other space, and that message will remain within that space for a specified time, at which point it will leave that space along a certain trajectory for delivery.
Cade: You said it, but yeah I was thinking it.
X: And no decay.
Cade: Potentially. With the right calcs, perhaps keeping the string in unoccupied space might limit or even prevent decay or any kind of degredation to the message.
Z: Would need to be some awful stable particles and energy.
Cade: I’m not trying to make things more difficult than they need be, but surely the vectors themselves could potentially be utilized to reinforce some kind of referential integrity.
A: You’re attempting to avoid another layer.
Cade: Conservation of energy doesn’t make much sense if your throwing several megawatts behind the transmission source just so that a coupla hundred watts make it through.
Z: You’re lost.
Cade: I am lost. We’re discussing what equates to farting into a jar, closing the lid, then burying it in the sand for a thousand years so someone can eventually dig it up, open the jar, and smell the fart.
0: lolz…um, don’t you think that “speaking into a jar” might have been a better analogy than “farting into a jar”?
Cade: You’re probably correct. But we are talking about audible messages here.
X: Audible messages over time.
Cade: Supposedly, not much energy in those.
A: Depending of course, upon who you ask.
Cade: I don’t think Science puts much stock in “intent” nor “intentions”.
X: What about opportunistic relaying.
Cade: Now we’ve got arrays.
X: We need to get the message through.
Cade: So much of this seems to be based more upon unpredictability than predictability.
Z: You’ve absolutely no faith in absolutes.
Cade: Hey, I’m a product of my environment.
X: SoPi-V. May I make a suggestion?
Cade: Lay off Omega…noted
X: Three in one.
Cade: Four, actually. But who’s counting.
Z: …
So yeah, when I started writing this earlier today, it never crossed my mind that I would come up with a visual representation of some concepts about messaging over, time from a time to a time, and SoPi-V would be hatched.
Wanna see?
Straight up lied to you. Not gonna reveal SoPi-V for a while.
1. It’s incomplete, and I need to spend some time completing it;
2. This thing is already 9 pages long;
3. Prolly best that I do not reveal SoPi-V until some stories I’m working on are complete;
4. I got hit by a twist or two with respect to that blackbody shiz.
So yeah, didn’t really lie to you, it’s just not ready yet.
It’s creeping deep into Friday afternoon on 29 May, and I’m guessing that one or more of those cops who murdered George Floyd have been charged…
Usually gonna be difficult have a cop charged, tried convicted of 1st degree murder, and especially an on-duty cop acting in the line of duty. The District Attorney is likely only to go for what they think they can win. Because if you think Minneapolis is burning now, and these guys don’t get convicted, one of the Twin Cities is likely to become an only child…rapidly. Gotta take what you can get.
So I hear anyway
Hey…forgot…your weekend…have a good one.
Fuck the so shall de-stance sing…Go outside and touch someone. Get permission first tho’.
Sew shall de-stance sting.
It's the name of the game
*Loot tooL? …/stubs butt… Probably, Clicky, probably…*
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