*Hmm… Goldenish… /thinks… You know, all that glisters is not gold, Clicky…*
*Er… Knot me! Shakespeare… /sticks out tongue…*
So hear we are, Dear Reader, at the end of this wonderfully massive missive. Whilst formatting the remaining posts this afternoon, BIG NEWS was announced of in the World of Science…
Astronomers capture both a gravitational wave and optical imagery from the energetic union of two neutron stars in a distant galaxy.
“found something
sending you a screenshot.”
“wow!”
“!”
These messages, exchanged between astronomers on August 17 at the Las Campanas Observatory in northern Chile, are a breathless acknowledgement of a major new breakthrough in astronomy.
No doubt we’ll here more about that in due course. For now, enjoy the final part of Cade The Okie Devil from Text Us’s 85th Missive From ‘Merica. Dive In! ❤
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Was re-watching some episodes of the TV mini-series of Hornblower earlier this morning and today. It got me to thinking about small events and/or events that are are classified as small.
That got me to thinking about significance.
I guess it is what it is, to whoever it is or is not significant to. I know that typically, a paper towel is insignificant to me and prolly also insignificant to most people. However, if I get into one of my sneezing fits? Suddenly, a paper towel, it’s proximity to me, and my access to it, is quite significant.
^benny benassi feat. channing – come fly away^
If I had anything that was worth anything…SURELY I’d know it by now.
I’ll be 50 years old in 1 month and 1 day.
I better get my act together and my ass in gear before it’s too late.
I’ve only got 983 years, 1 month, and 1 day to do so.
Maybe I should expedite.
3000 C.E. is just around the corner.
^Greenskeepers – Money^
I wonder what I’ll do with my time once I fall into line and step with the accepted everything else?
I wonder what I’ll do with my time once I fall into line and step with the acceptable everyone else?
I wonder what any of that will mean to anyone once I move on?
I wonder if it should mean anything to anyone?
Lemme know how it all turns out...k?
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^
Yeah…I think that most of the time I’m pretty good at measuring value and worth.
Cept when I'm not.
At that point, it is me that I caught.
I am my own best worst enemy.
We get along fine, me and me.
We disagree to agree.
But that’s just me.
^Digitalism – Blitz^
Penny for your thoughts.
^Crookers- My Penny^
X: You aren’t gonna leave me out are you?
Cade: I hadn’t planned on it.
0: But you also hadn’t planned on including us in…had you?
Cade: Why…now that you mention it…no…no I had not 😛
Z: That is unwise. It is unwise…to non-include the included.
Cade: WTF?!?!? Is that even possible?
A: Possibly.
Cade: …
T: I think he’s lost it.
Cade: OK…I’ve quasi-regained my composure here…
X: I doubt that, but we’re listening…
Cade: HOW…in the FUCK…do you “non-include the included”?
X: Figure it out?
Cade: Wait. I was told to NOT figure that out.
B: Sounds to me as if you already had it figured out.
G: Agree.
0: Concur.
A: Agree.
X: Yep.
Z: Me too.
0: IT”S UNANIMOUS!!!
Cade: /me raises hand
X: Don’t muddy the waters smart guy.
Cade: Hey…it never hurts to try.
Z: We’ve already included you in the non-included. Therefore, you get no vote.
Cade: Can I at least have a notation that I attempted to vote?
0: Yes. Noted. It has been noted that you tried to vote in a matter in which you were not allowed to vote.
Cade: Great.
X: Not according to what it says here.
Cade: I was being sarcastic.
X: Oh. Will someone make a note of that?
0: Unnecessary, unwarranted and unwanted sarcasm = Noted.
T: Anything else smart guy?
Cade: Are you talking to…me?
T: No…we were talking amongst ourselves within earshot of you.
Cade: lolz…awesome. Anything else?
0: That will be all for now. Thank you.
Cade: Thank you.
Z: What about the rest of us.
Cade: Much and many thanks to all, and to all a good night.
“Skin represents our barrier against the environment and it consists in three layers.”
Against. Or is it the wording of “Barrier + Against” that makes that sound so…conflicting. Conflicted? Combative? I mean, who knew there was such a thing as “The American Skin Association”? I sure as shit didn’t. Or am I too hung up on associations and my associational abilities are not functioning properly? I’m not known for being proper nor doing proper properly.
Since when did distinction or distinctions become cause for further disassociation. Loss of humanity? Subtraction? Detraction? “First, do no harm” kinda loses all of its meaning, eh? Loses all of its bite? Loses all of its sting? Someone worked up a vaccine or body armor against bites and/or stings? Harm to heal? I dunno. How absurd is it to teach someone to count with their toes?
MOTHER-FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?
Counting…
with…
your…
toes.
Someone taking the time, to teach someone, how to count…with…their…toes.
I can easily relate because my feet are pretty much just dead clubs at the end of numb legs, and my toes barely even function. So thinking of someone taking the time, to do something so remedial yet gentle, as to point out how to sequentially count, with my toes, my trying to move certain toes, in certain sequences…how fucking lowly and unimportant and elementary and condescending is that?
The fact that someone took the time to do it at all fucking floored me personally. Nevermind the fact that they had already spent God only knows how long developing this method of detecting and/or facilitating motion within the toes, for someone who has no movement or control of their toes.
So, let’s turn the lofty loft, upside down, and see what shakes out. Is there anything up there of value that make it worth the effort?
Only you lofty fucks that lives there can answer this.
^Tycho – A Walk^
To relate further, I watched a documentary on the rock band Megadeth a few weeks ago. The guitar player/singer/founder of this band, Dave Mustaine, broke his hand, and was told by the doctors that he would never play guitar again. Mustaine talked about his rehabilitation, the things that he tried, and the lengths he went through, to regain his ability to play guitar.
One of the things that he mentioned, was picking up needles one by one using a pair of tweezers, then pushing these pins into a board. I immediately cringed at this idea, because my hands and arms shake something fierce when I have to do finite tasks like that or similar. But the thought of him spending hours picking up these needles using only a pair of tweezers, then pushing the pins into a board?
Yeah, inspiring stuff…
it's everywhere.
^Son Lux – Easy^
Are you shocked when something unexpected happens? Yeah…me too. And in thinking about the nonsense from the previous whatever turned Missive, in not that I necessarily don’t know. What I don’t know, is how to explain what I am seeing. I don’t know who I am tailoring this for, but I can certainly think of some reasons as to why something may be needed.
I’m flying blind. Yeah, there are lights of a more relatable type here and there that keep me going. But it’s difficult to explain how I can see just fine without the lights that others choose to use to light their paths. I can see just fine thanks. OK, so, I wear glasses. But the shit I see in my mind, spirit, being or whatever…
is pretty clear.
^DVBBS & VINAI – Raveology (Official Video)^
I was digging through some of my playlists on YouTube looking for a certain song, but I could not find it.
I guess it's been deleted.
As I cruised through my playlists, and noticed that there are a fuckton of videos that have been deleted/removed completely. Many more have copyright claims and cannot be played. It’s rare that I dig for a particular song, but sometimes I do. Letting YouTube pick the songs for me via random playlists allows me to stumble across a bunch of shit that I would not have every heard otherwise.
But what is odd, is that I stumbled across the band “Lightning Seeds” and their song “Pure” from quite a ways back. Odd that I recently stumbled across this song again, and was quite convinced that I had completely forgotten about the band Lightning Seeds.
Q: I wonder if I did that on the previous time that I stumbled across this song?
A: Prolly. And prolly also self-conditioning of the worst type.
I’m such a bad person.
^DARE [Soulwax Remix] — Gorillaz^
Anyway, what I was thinking about, was how far we need to stretch a line to get it to start bending.
Q: Isn’t stretching bending?
A: ?¿?
But my intent here is to bend without stretching. As a matter of fact, what I am seeing in my head, is a model for a method of bending a straight line with no discernible motion at all, save for the bending of this line. But that’s what models do ain’t it? Do something without really doing anything?
Welp, I’m thinking about the time(s) and pressure(s) involved in bending a straight line, irrespective of what this line is made of, without generating heat, nor friction, nor any discernible nor measurable phenomena of any kind, save for the bending of this line. I guess what I am seeing in my head, is the basis of how vacuums are formed. Like…the base of a vacuum, yet no vacuum will exist. The temporary nature of this vacuum will be so non-existent, that it will in fact, never exist. Not locally anyway. So yeah…
this is gonna be a different kind of crunch.
^400 Lux – Lorde (Lyric Video)^
I’ve got, and have had, loads and loads of inspirations in my life. Lots of teachers that have taught me much. That makes the quest or a quest for originality kind of a lost cause. Nothing wrong with lost causes tho. I mean fuck…the shit is lost. What better way to find originality, eh?
Just trying to think positive.
I’m not positive that I am thinking in a positive manner thanks to those negativistic asshats that keep telling me I’m being positive, or not being positive enough. They don’t seem too sure. I’m not too sure about that, but I’m sure that I’m positive and/or I’m trying to be positive.
^Napoleon Dynamite Song^
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*Nearly done, Clicky… /rubs eyes… *
Good news, Dear Reader. It turns out this is the penultimate installment of this missive from my good friend Cade, The Okie Devil from Text Us. Stand by for numbero ocho… Have a Song 😉
Happy Having-A-Day-Off-From-Work Monday to you, Dear Reader…
*And to you too, Clicky… /looks about… Where’s the link?*
*Thanks! …/pats snout…*
… We’re having a lovely sunny day in Southend. Thoughtful Man read on the news that it’s because of the bad weather in the West – we’re sucking in the good stuff here in the East…
I’m not a religious man but England and Wales voted Leave while Northern Ireland and Scotland voted Remain. Just saying. pic.twitter.com/zlhwY3nMKG
Sew… continuing on from yesterday, Part 5 of The Okie Devil’s weekend missive follows. As received, it was 10 pages of text. Whether turns out as ten posts, well, time will tell…
Enjoy! ❤
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For reasons unknown, whatshername just stuck her head in the door, and asked me if I had heard about the weather.
Whatshername: Have you heard about the weather?
Cade: Um…no, I have not.
I’m sure that a confused and/or perplexed look crossed my face. I may even have shook my head slightly in stunned disbelief at what I was hearing and why.
Whatshername: The weather is gonna drop tomorrow, and it is only supposed to have a high of 68°F, and it’s supposed to rain all day.
Cade: OK…noted. The weather is gonna drop tomorrow. Thanks?
Great.
😐
I’ve no idea why she popped in and told me that. I’ve told her nothing about my plans.
It’s currently 19:02 on Saturday evening October 14th, temperature is currently 87°F, and current weather conditions are “not a goddamn cloud in the sky”. I guess that’s about to change.
Great.
😐
Checked the weather, and it shows no rain forecast. Tomorrow high of 72°F, with a low of 49°F.
Chilly.
^Pretty Lights – Finally Moving^
Other than being a respiration test-subject during random grizzly bear encounters, what do I have to offer? Welp…I took some stock earlier in the week, and found that my achievements are quite limited in the “certified as certificated” departments. “Severely lacking” in just about any and every department. Physical, mental, spiritual, academical, you name it…I’m missing it all.
But that does get me to thinking about teaching and learning a bit, and especially teaching. If someone has a “defect” in say…writing ability as it pertains to grammar and spelling…did you not just compound their “problems” by pointing this defect out? Your standards came from somewhere…right? Chances are good, that these standards are as much based on ability as they are inability…correct?
So…if you have so honed these tools, that they are purposed to divide from and NOT to make a space for, is it any really wonder where the failure starts? Perhaps even where it started?
I can’t think of a single teacher that I’ve ever had in a public setting, who were so bound by the shackles of regulation, that they all seemed like whipped dogs trying to perform tricks in order to make their masters happy. That’s why I personally do not make any dogs “beg” for my affections of any kind. I enjoy their companionship, and the companionship is its own reward, within the scope of an almost invisible reward system.
I mean, it’s there…but most people don’t like to look at things that way. They feel that it’s non-empowering or degrading. I like to think of it as acceptance. Acceptance of the obvious. I choose to be in this animal’s life, not vice-versa. I think that’s maybe where “pet” has gotten us a little sideways in some areas. But that’s just me and my thinking.
You're free to do whatever you want.
^WildCat-Ratatat^
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*I love a day off work, me… *
Be sure you join us for the sixth installment of Cade’s missive, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉
*/sucks teeth… Well it’s more colourful than the brown…*
So this week, Dear Reader, I have been revisiting John Lamb Lash’s ‘Sophia’s Correction’, having not really paid much attention to it for a while. He’s made a series of 64 in-depth videos since October of 2016 and I’ve listened to a few of those, and posted some up in comments over on MEROVEE and Blade & Chalice…
The fourth part of this latest missive from The Okie Devil of Textus, a.k.a. Cade, concerns one of those videos. You’ll find a link to it below. Enjoy! ❤
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It was recently recommened to me that I watch a video. Last night, I finally broke down and did so. I did not actually watch the video, and I assume that it was all talking anyway, but yeah…I laid in bed last night and listened to it in the dark.
It wasn’t very far into the video/audio, that it became clear that there were some very familiar things being talked about. Many familiar concepts, masked by foreign names, labels, titles, etc.. As I continued to listen, I was struck by the fact that the ONLY thing and things that were unfamiliar, were these names and titles. Everything else tho? Familiar…very familiar…known.
The more that was discussed, the more I felt…
“Hey, I know that. I don’t know the name, but I know that process or concept or whatever.”
I eventually started to doze a bit, and this hazy non-sleep was broken only by a sudden silence. I roused suddenly, thinking that the video was over, but then they started talking again, and I was soon dozing once again as I pondered what was being said. I could only think….
“So…is this what it is like to hear someone talk about something that you already know? Something from a new source, and they are using unfamiliar nomenclatures and making personal annotations about familiar things, and about the only thing that is interesting about what I am hearing is these new additions?”
In my case, no. I spent most of the time wondering…
“How do I know this?”
There was nothing really familiar about any of this at all, yet somehow, I know it.
How is that possible?
Let’s take the scientific road, eh?
^Blackmill Feat. Veela – Let It Be (Full Version)^
Much of what was being said, was like drawing over the top of much of what is in my head with respect to connections to what we tend to term as ‘science’ and/or ‘scientific’. Like someone drawing over the top of something I’ve already drawn.
That said, there are MANY religious types of connections and pathways in this same thinking. As I think about it now, all I can think about really…is spirit. Not spiritual, spirit. The ability to experience and choose. Not science, and not religion, but both and neither, all dependent upon what I choose and where, and not solely based upon right or wrong. Choice based on the ability to choose. Master of The Option…if you will.
I reserve the right to choose.
If science is wrong, and religion is right – I reserve the right to choose.
If religion is wrong, and science is right – I reserve the right to choose.
Up to, and including, choosing not to choose.
You yourself are allowed and afforded the opportunity to be comfortable in your own skin, yeah?
Me too.
^Shawn Lee’s Ping Pong Orchestra feat. Nino Mochella – Kiss The Sky^
I’ve wrestled with this concept quite a bit over the span of my lifetime.
Q: What value has originality?
A: ?
Should that answer seem self-evident? Well, how do you “study the masters” and become your own in the process? The concept of “The Ronin” is very real, therefore, it must be necessary. Afterall, all masters themselves learned from somewhere…right? That means that even a rogue must have some purpose in this “larger scheme of things” that is always bandied about.
Hell, if nothing else, it gives you elevated fucks someone to kick. Your lofty goals and ambitions ain’t worth a flying fuck without practical representations and practical demonstrations as to their relevance and necessity. That’ll have the effect of giving you a gem of gems with respect to “the big question”…
Q: Why?
A: There's your answer.
Carry on Oh Ye Elevated Ones of the Grandest and Most Highest of High on DMT.
Or whatever.
I mean…if The Master wants nor needs no master, why is it such a stretch to think that The Ronin might also need no master?
Lots to think about there.
^George Benson – Give Me The Night^
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*Time to call it a night I think, Clicky… /yawns and stretches…*
I have a day off work tomorrow, Dear Reader, so please doo come back then for the next installment of Cade’s awesome missive… And have a Song 😉
Ironing and washing up chores are now done for the day, Dear Reader. Thoughtful Man is home from work and I’ve ordered grub from HKK. So let’s see if I can post part three of Cade’s ten page missive before dinner arrives. They’re usually pretty fast…
Enjoy! ❤
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I’m currently stuck at the same place I’ve been stuck at for a while. And that is…
‘what do I have to offer at all, let alone anything I might have to offer someone else?’
"TO OFFER" RESERVOIR STATUS = EMPTY
So where that leads me to, is…
‘Why throw wrenches into the works?’
I sure as shit don’t want that, and if I cannot complete this process of getting this shit out of my head in a constructive way, that’s exactly what I see myself as doing.
Causing confusion and dismay.
Something to consider tho, is that I’m not try to create order either. Order is just as chaotic as anything else. As such, I’ve let others lead me as much as possible.
Listen to what they have to say.
There is no why in allowing others to lead you. To me anyway, the fact that someone is willing to help me and/or pass things along, tells me, that “why” will be answered for me at some point, and the fact that they ARE helping me I consider to be grace via graciousness.
I sometimes get accused of “reading into things that are not there”. Have you considered your own intentions? Have you even considered your intentions? The possibility of unintended effects? I’m not talking “subconscious” types of bullshit here. If your intention is to help with “A”, that means that there is an “X”…which means there is a “B”. You’ll need to evaluate your own path to see where you have merged into traffic, but there is a nested nature to everything. That’s just my own opinion, I just don’t personally see these static holograms and these holographic types of thinking as being anything static.
EX1: Is a bridge static? When you walk across a bridge or drive a vehicle over a bridge, is the bridge still static? Does the bridge accommodate the change, changes and changing? Sure it does. Irrespective of whether this is to bend, or not to bend, and when and where and under what circumstances, all is movement.
The problem and problems, as I see it, is this “finite nature” that we have become so bedazzled with. It doesn’t allow for change where change is necessary. Like something so absurd as someone being told…
“YOU’RE BREATHING TOO MUCH!!!“
…based on some static acceptable/approved respiratory rate that is based on average and averages. Context loses all meaning, or at least, it occurs to me that it certainly can.
EX2: What is the “average” respiratory rate of someone having a sudden chance encounter with a Grizzly Bear?
Or…have you not amassed enough data for an accurate accounting? What’s your base for attaining an acceptable level of accuracy?
Are you needing volunteers for your “CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE BEAR KIND” research? If so, I’m available.
Are you needing volunteers for your “CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE BARE KIND” research? If so, I’m also possibly/probably available for that.
Maybe.
Just sayin’.
I can understand your reservations.
I’m hairy.
^Lilly Wood & The Prick and Robin Schulz – Prayer In C (Robin Schulz Remix) (Official)^
For the record…I would think that the respiratory rate of someone having a sudden chance encounter with a grizzly bear would most likely be…
“WHO GIVES A SHIT?!?!?! IT”S A FUCKING GRIZZLY BEAR!!!“
That said, we don’t need Grizzly Bears in our life in order to have measurable stress and stresses…do we? We’ve all kinds of stress and stresses and stressors. What seems to be lacking…is relief. Certainly lacking in relief from those who wish take relieve us of our relievers and their relief(s).
^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^
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*Still aways to go, Clicky… /burps…*
Dinner arrived before I could finish up this third installment, so I’m feeling kinda stuffed right now, Dear Reader… Until Part Four… Have a Song 😉
So then, Dear Reader, the second part of Cade’s latest ten page massive missive is now ready for your perusal…
Enjoy! ❤
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WOO HOOOO……..
Oh…
helloooooo there.
That’s prolly how I look when me and my goofy-self is going about my goofy life, doing the goofy shit that I do, in the goofy way in which I do it…
when suddenly…
A GIRL!!!
Oh my.
I only get goofier from there. I mean, not that I take notes on my goofiness and goofy experiences or anything, but I can imagine…yeah…I prolly look something like that when a woman catches my eye.
I’m like….
“LAH…LAH LAH…LAH LAH…LAH TI DUH DAH…..WOAHHHHHH!!!!WTF?!?!?!?!?“
I guess I’ve been out of that mode for so long, that I forgot it even existed. Not entirely true, but I devised a method of overcoming wandering eyes when I was in a committed relationship. My method was/is not entirely different from this Buddhist method of dealing with unforeseens, where they teach you to “Acknowledge…then push aside.” My method, was/is…
“Woah…she’s hot…but, oh yeah, I’m married.”
Not “Yeah she’s hot, but I got better”…because that kind of comparative thinking, to me anyway, is destructive. You start to make demands via comparison that are impossible for someone else to achieve. I’m sure, that whoever she is, yeah, she’s prolly a great person. But I don’t know her, and I certainly don’t know a single dynamic about “me + her” and how that would work…so why dwell on shit like that?
If you are unhappy, why make someone else suffer too? Break it off, go elsewhere, and find what it is you seek. Whoever you are with doesn’t have it, so why make them carry that and those burden(s)? It’s your problem after all. It certainly seems to have started there anyway. Food for thought.
^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^
I never regretted being married. Still don’t. I’ve no idea what that would or should change.
I don’t regret “not being able” to have loads of freaky sex with a bunch of different women. I had loads of freaky sex with one particular woman, and there was a hell of a lot more than that. Trying to find something to be angry or bitter or sour about, yeah, there’s a fuckton of that shit too, but I was angry, bitter and sour about it then, so why wouldn’t I be angry, bitter and sour about it now?
I don’t want to “get over” this shit. That’s my toolbox. My tools. How I learn. How I grow. There’s fucktons of shit in the toolbox…
from good…
to bad…
to indifferent…
to whatthefuckever.
Like a “junk-drawer” in your house. Shit that has no other place due to its specificity and uniqueness, but you certainly can’t throw this shit away. Hence, the junk drawer. Miscellany drawer. Whatever. We all have one. Some have many. But they are always a joy to go through. Especially when looking for that special something, that you cannot remember what it is, but you remember where it is.
/me shrugs
^Meat Beat Manifesto – Prime Audio Soup^
I was just reading CFrank Davis’ latest, and I’ve not read CFrank’s shit in a while. But he raises some interesting points about destinations. Destinations mean pathways. Pathways mean origins. Origins means originators. Originators means followers.
WHEW!!! We covered some ground there, eh? I wonder how we did that? Oh well…it’s unimportant. Our path is laid out before us, and all we need do now…is blaze it.
SMOKE EM IF YA GOT EM!!!
Q: Can you imagine a 10 year old kid reading this bullshit of mine?
A: I can't. But yeah...I can.
At 10 years old, I had been being taught by some of the finest adults that I knew, and they had been teaching me for right at 10 years straight. No breaks, no vacations, and even breaks for vacation were learning experiences laced with requirements and expectations. So yeah…by 10 years old, I was already quite adept to life on Earth/Terra.
I mean, fuckin-a … comparatively … spending 10 years in college means you’ve prolly got a doctorate by now, and have chalked up some impressive post-graduate degrees. But we don’t think in those terms…do we? We need paper. We need papers. We need proof. Acceptable proof.
PAPERS PLEASE!!!
Q: Since when were my parents and relatives and neighbors, their teachings, and their experiences…non-acceptable or not acceptable?
A: ?!¿!?
Must be a “class war” kinda thing or something.
^Röyksopp & Robyn “Monument” (Music Video)^
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I have ironing and washing up to doo now, Dear Reader, on this Sunday afternoon…
*Yeah, something like, Clicky…*
…The third installment of the 85th ‘somethingWhoTFcares’ missive from the Text Us Okie Devil will be along later. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉
Following on from the last post, Dear Reader, Cade has sent through a missive with diagrams – his diagrams from inside his head – and that are also equations…
Since last weekend, I myself have been catching up on the talks by John Lamb Lash on the Sophianic Mysteries…
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HOWDY SASSHAT(S)!!!
This here whatever is gonna be about me. Like…a one-man-band…cept not so much, since RooBeeDoo is also involved in this nonsense
EX: See that image above? That’s SoPi_B01. Contextually, it’s actually SoPi_D01 since it’s the 4th part of a set of equations I’ve been thinking about, but let’s not fixate on the nomenclature(s) and their ordering just yet. Yeah, an equation. That thing above is an equation. There’s numbers and operators in there, ya just gotta look.
Let’s see if I can explain my little hourglass, and how it will hopefully expand a bit on gravity and time, or at least my thoughts on these things. Just keep in mind that I am an untrained and uncertified idiot who tilts heavily towards the dumb end of the spectrum, and this might be kinda fun.
Maybe not.
^One man plays Queen Bohemian Rhapsody^
Let’s point out the obvious. Does the color/do the colors help? We’re gonna be talking about SoPi, which means we are gonna be talking about Pi, which means that we are gonna be talking rainbows and light at some point, so we’re gonna have to have and think color and colors. You can prolly make out the seven(7)’s and one(1)’s and zero(0)’s quite easily, but you’re gonna have to keep your eyes peeled for embedded shit…
nested shit…
implied shit…
interpretive shit.
Such as…
eleven(11)’s…
equal(s)…
divisor(s)…
additive(s)…
multipliers…
decimals…
letters…
etc…
Yeah...
letters.
Q: Do you see the threes? The fours? The eights? The two’s?
A: No? Lemme see if I can fix that.
^Royksopp – This Space^
So…
see the three? We are dealing with Pi, so, we’re gonna need a three(3), right?
There it is.
There’s gonna be an “E” there too. Which means that there is also an “M” in there.
Are you gonna be able to find this shit on your own? Or do I need to point out the two(2)’s in there to help us get to E=MC2?
Can you see the eight(s)? There are at least 5 right in front of you.
7 + 1 = 8.
Make that centerpiece a single one? And the threes on the right and left?
3 + 1 = 4.
3.14
Confused?
Me too.
Hey…I’m making this bullshit up as I go.
/shrug
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
There’s you an eight(8).
Ya gotta keep in mind, that anything and everything that I do is always in motion. Let’s further relate, and that’ll get us to that infinity bit.
^Mrs, Love/You know my name- Disco ruido/the beatles^
There’s a very good reason that “the sands” flow through my hourglass, and not into or of. You may be able to think of a reason or even some reasons as to why I’ve tried to stay outside of the inside. Maybe you can’t. But maybe it’s clear now that I have at least one reason to stay out of the inside. That said, if you as a mathematician or physicist or chemist or whatever, follow that flow, you’ll maybe start to see a shape/some shapes start to develop outside of our focus. Lines, rings, strings, stings, and it’s gonna get bigger and wackier from there.
Just sayin'.
^Cocteau Twins – Suckling the Mender^
Maybe that’ll help. Maybe not. We are talking primarily about time here, and that’s what I personally think primarily about…time. Time and motion are simultaneous with me. An uneventful event, is still an event. A non-event type of event is still an event. Thinking like this allows me to think about extremely long and extremely short events. It allows me to think about time backwards. It allows me to think about time, backwards and forwards, at the same time. This allows me to think about all kinds of crazy times that are both moving and not moving, and motions that are moving and not moving…
all at the same time.
Now all we need, is time to describe these times and motions. Assuming anyone is interested. Why you are interested might be important too. Thinking like this is…erm…painful. No other way I can describe it. To relate…I’ll relate something me and Roob talked about the other day.
^Cocteau Twins-A Kissed Out Red Floatboat^
Imagine that you build a machine that levitates something.
Q: What happens, if you turn that machine off, and the object that you levitated, fails to stop levitating?
A: !!!
Yeah. We are on a planet that is spinning. That leaves us with a couple of things to ponder.
Is this object able to be accelerated?
If so, are you sure you want to do that?
What if it keeps accelerating?
Is this object able to accelerate on its own?
May want to stay the fuck away from it.
But what about the rest of the planet? If this thing starts running into shit, it’s eventually going to start tearing the hell out of anything and everything, as well as everyone. Even if it starts to come apart? So what? A grain of sand traveling @ 1,000 mph is going to be fatal, and even if and when that grain of sand comes apart, now we’ve got microscopic shit flying everywhere, on God knows how many trajectories, and all we can pray for, is that this shit somehow achieves escape velocity before it levels the entire planet.
So add this to your list of things to ponder…if this thing can accelerate, it can decelerate.
Q: What if, after you turn your machine off, and this thing continues to levitate, it immediately starts to decelerate?
A: !!!
Yeah…it may appear to the observer, that this thing is accelerating, but it actually isn’t. It’s headed towards zero-speed. A contextual zero-speed within the Earth’s/Terra’ atmosphere is going to be equally deadly.
Let’s take that thought 100,000 years into the future. Our levitated object has long since been smashed into microscopic particles, and this object and these particles has long since destroyed all life and virtually flattened the planet.
Q: What if visitors drop by?
A: !!!
Yeah. We just doomed the fuck out of them too.
So what am I immediately relating all this shit to?
Welp… high-energy machines.
“Microscopic Black Holes” that are being created by these machines.
Maybe it’s time to start working on a de-levitating machine?
Yeah…think about that for a second.
Should work out well, eh?
And I don’t think a machine, that from the start, is built/designed to do both levitate and de-levitate is the/a answer.
Maybe thinking about some of these things, contextually, will help when thinking about Ozone and/or The Ozone Layer. Yeah, gonna have to incorporate the goings on with respect to nuclear testing, HAARP, radio, television, airplanes/aircraft, spacecraft, satellites, mining, drilling, and shit like that. I mean…how long has the power grid and power grids been active on this planet? Non-stop, 24-7, 365/366 for decades? That’s GOT to have an affect.
Effects even.
And not just and only here on Earth/Terra. Magnetism is king with respect to gravity, and you can slice and dice all you want to try and make it not so. But the pressure and pressures of The Universe are equally relief valves and systems as they are pressure valves and systems. That makes me think of the process of Kenosis.
Build you up…tear you down.
Build you up…tear you down.
I dunno.
^The Beatles – Hey Jude^
OK!!!
Now that the happy stuff is out of the way-ish, let’s take a look at SoPi_A01. That’s the bullshit above. This is how we are going to use Pi and SoPi to curve space.
1 + 8 = 9.
That may not make sense now, seeing as how we have a 180° implied in a 90° radius. But you have to keep something in mind…the back of this is as important as the front.
So…90 + 90 = 180.
Front = 90°
Back = 90°
Front + Back = 180°
And yes, those lines outside are one(1)’s.
We’re going to have 88 iterations between 1° and 1° on each side to start our curve, and our curve will give us motion. Like the first tumbler, or the first “tic” in a clock.
^An..t – Orange Juice^
I’m gonna have to take this to paper to proceed. And I’ve no way of making a video, so it’s gonna have to wait.
😐
Sorry, but I need to talk my way through this. I’m sitting here listening to music, and I’ve got a chorus of shit flying around in my head, so I’ve gotta change gears. I could use a change of beers too. Not that I don’t like Keystone…
I just don't have any.
Thanks to Roob for the song.
^The ultimate BEER SONG (99 bottles – Zane Williams)^
Prolly thinking more about thinking than anything. Teaching. Relating. Learning in any and all cases. I cannot change who I am, but I may be able to change who I’ll be. However, won’t I still be who I am? I guess we’ll see.
Or not.
^Hein Cooper – The Art of Escape^
Meh…yeah…I gotta stop here.
Just thinking, that any time you unwind something, there is going to HAVE to be a simultaneous process that also keeps the wound, wound. More than that, this process will facilitate the need for the process to be able to stop wherever it does.
In the case of light, and especially visible light, maybe this won’t be such a stretch when you think about lasers, and what it takes to create these things, and how these things relate to prisms and rainbows as far as the systems that let us see these things. May also explain a few other things, when you think about these things contextually.
That said, there is going to be times and instances where bonds and relationships are broken or disrupted in ways that we cannot comprehend nor understand. Perhaps even in ways that these bonds cannot be re-connected, and certainly not in the way and ways they were connected previously. So the question is, and remains…
Q: Now what?
A: /me shrugs
I just work here.
^Sigue Sigue Sputnik – Atari Baby^
We know we can get shit wrong, and can afford ourselves the time to do so.
I wonder if we afford ourselves the time to get it correct?
Dear Reader, a new missive from The Okie Devil has arrived…
*No shit, Clicky! I had one of those when I was a little kid!*
*Damn! I could really go for a double cheeseburger right now… /salivates… Or a Whopper! …/drools…*
… Enjoy Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. I’m off for to get something to eat. See you at the bottom ❤
*******
Hi.
Let’s see how and where this goes.
I’ve grown fat, out-of-shape, out-of-practice, disconnected, irrelevant, and prolly a bunch of other bad stuff too.
Let’s see how and where this goes.
Hi.
^Cocteau Twins ~ Fotzepolitic^
I wonder where we learn how to solve problems? Any place or places we might think of as a model? I saw a Tweet yesterday where someone was apparently wishing that…
“all Trump supporters were six feet in the ground”
…whatever that means. I just tried to find said Tweet, but I could not. Maybe they deleted it. Anyway…yeah…
Q: How do we learn, and from where do we learn it?
A: Wherever we do?
So…how do we learn? Or is that important at all? Are we too focused on where we learn it from? Don’t think so? Me either.
Q: Can you name the top 10 colleges/universities you want/wanted to go to and/or that you would send your children to and/or would recommend to another to send their children to?
A: What am I saying here? You wouldn't "send" your children anywhere. You'd let them choose. Right? I mean, it's their life...ain't it?
Hands on here, hands off there.
Hands on there, hands off here.
Time can fuck with your head if you let it.
^”Saudade” cover by Halls Of The Machine^
Anyone else ever get "rainbow vision"?
I used to get it all the time when I was a kid. Lots of times this would happen around the time that I was having a migraine. And I used to have some doozy migraine headaches. But sometimes, this “rainbow vision” would just…happen, with no other phenomena nor more relatable states to attach it to as a symptom. My parents always told me…
“you’re crazy!”
or
“you’re just seeing things!”
…which tended to make the fact that “I was seeing things”…worse. It was scary.
Sometimes the rainbows would be so bad that I couldn’t see at all. I mean, I could see the rainbows, but they so filled my vision that the rainbows were all I could see. Everything else was just…silhouettes…shadows…penciled outlines…floating or darting in a sea of white. These rainbows were crazy too. All kinds of crazy shapes, all intermingled and intermingling. Flowing. Moving. Not pulsing per se, although they did sometimes have flickers or waggles trailing or leading a directional change.
Why do I mention this? Well…it started happening again recently. Kinda scared me a bit a coupla nights ago, because it go so bad…I couldn’t see. I’d say that it concerned me more than scared me, but there’s a coupla reasons for that.
1) It’s happened before/I have experience with both
A) the experience of it, and
B) the experiencing of it, and
C) the experience of experiencing it, and
D) the experience of trying to relate it to another/others who cannot relate to it, and possibly even don’t want to relate to it due to all kinds of mitigating factors.
2) I’ve had so many issues over the last 10 years that pretty much anything and/or everything that happens? Yep, doesn’t surprise me much at all.
^Fotzepolitic – Majestic Masses^
I’ve not thought of it in a long time. No reason to. It stopped happening, and it happened so long ago, under circumstances that are also long since gone-ish. So…why is it suddenly happening again?
HEY!!!
They've got this thing called "The Internet" these days!!!
WOAH!! Thank God for Google suggestions, eh? This just came up, while using the Google Search Box to format some text/remove the formatting of text, and it suggested something I wouldn’t have thought of.
So…pretty sure I’m not pregnant. Nor do I appear to be in any immediate danger of a situation developing that could cause me concern over becoming pregnant.
So...dehydration?
I could go for some sweaty dehydrating activities, but that could result in pregnancy…so I better take a rain-check.
(ba da ching)
Um…where was I? Oh yeah…here alone…typing. I better go jerk-off real quick…BRB.
^Dawn of the Great Eastern Sun – COURSE OF EMPIRE^
Dehydration. Is that a “system-wide” issue? Or can it be localized? I mean…if you sit on your foot, or lean on your arm, shit goes numb, right? So…can we assume that Ergonomics might be of interest here? Maybe even Kinesiology? That means engineering.
That gets me to thinking about geometry a bit, and how “we in our modern world” sometimes use these shapes.
EX: Today, I saw a Tweet about some new technology that allows for veins to be found using Infrared Light. Odd that when I clicked the “watch this video on YouTube” link, it didn’t take me to that particular video, and the video was nowhere to be found on that channel. So, I searched Google for it.
Interesting note: That channel on YouTube? It’s called…Mashable.
Hmmm...
^VeinViewer IV Video^
So Roob just posted some new shiznit, and it’s a good thing that she did. I might have gotten off-track otherwise. Plus, all this bullshit is giving me a motherfuckingheadache.
“Wrap the emerging end of the worm around a stick and slowly pull it out. 3,500 years later, this remains the standard treatment.”
There’s more to this. Faint and distant, but also clear in many ways. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it does to me. Prolly something that I mentioned to Roob recently about…
“The gods burrowing their way through time”
…is ringing some bells. And what I meant by that was time itself. Yeah…that time.
The Time.
The time that is time and makes time. Not that any alarm bells are ringing nor should they be. But yes, there is an ominous tone in there. Someone needs help. Someone needs help from us, and we aren’t giving it. Could be a number of reasons for this, and some grace may lay within the fact that, should God/the gods exist, they prolly are quite patient.
Until they aren't anymore.
But, what the fuck do I know. Meh.
^The Prodigy – Jericho^
That does get me to thinking a bit about something tho. Were “Doomsday” real, would we be disappointed were it to not to appear?
lolz...dis-appointed.
DATE WITH DOOMSDAY = RESCHEDULED!!!
I guess that’s why I kinda think that “the countdown clock” is always at zero(0). Always has been, always will be. But why wouldn’t it be? That’s where we’re headed…right? So…that’s all that matters. Some seem to think that way all the time…so let’s take that thought a step further.
"The countdown clock" is always at one(1).
So…1-0
I personally keep mine at 1-0-1. A countdown will always start to count up again. Unless time stops completely. Which…yeah…that’s really what happens at zero(0) and is good reason to stay away from it. And I don’t use “it” lightly there. In my mind, “it” is the simultaneousness of end and/or beginning, depending on which end you are currently looking at, for, or chasing for whatever reason. If you start to get your head wrapped around it, they are both the same thing at the same time? Yeah…that’s why you have no clue what in the fuck you are looking at.
Q: What have we forgotten?
A1: Time
A2: Observer(s)
That means perspective. Which means perspectives. I mean, you’re intending on sharing what you find…right?
Find the beginning, and you will find the end.
Find the end?Welllllll…ya gotta keep in mind where we are in time. We’re neither here northere. We’re right in the big middle of both. If you also keep in mind that I personally am thinking about this shit from more of a scientific viewpoint, with respect to time and times and less of a religious manner of thinking. I dunno…I’ve got nothing to sell here. Make up your own fucking mind.
^The Chemical Brothers – Go^
HOLY SHIT!!!A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, what exactly do you mean by “the gods burrowing through time”? It sounds insulting.
A: WOAH FUCKING NELLY!!!A question AND an observation!!!
That’s a first. But lemme get on with this…if “the micro” is unimportant…why are we tinkering there? EVERYTHING is important in some way shape or form, otherwise, it wouldn’t be here.
WOAH!!! A SECOND QUESTION!!!
Q: Cade, what if something is “here”, just to give us something to do?
A: Well, if you think in less singular terms in that regard, maybe that will be indicative of where we sometimes fail, and where we sometime succeed.
Gotta keep times in mind here. Just because something “is gone” doesn’t mean that it is gone, nor gone forever. I mean, you remember it…right? Prolly others do to? Prolly been some hen-scratching etched out here and there about whatever it is? Maybe this is why “book burnings” are so popular sometimes. We don’t care what it is, we just want it motherfucking out of our heads.
^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^
For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
A bit early perhaps…but…meh. The Christmas decorations will start appearing in stores very soon.
^Cocteau Twins – Winter Wonderland (New Video)^
I dunno mangs and mangettes…this shit is confusing. Especially when people seem to be crossing this and that and everything else, which is understandable, and certainly much more understandable than when it’s opposite show’s its face. Yeah, those who try and unwind the winders. I mean, hell, I even understand that.
What I don’t understand? The violence. The force.
But I even understand that.
Tho’ we are talking here…aren’t we? We’re not out marching in the streets en masse to demand this or demand that…are we? Can you unmix mixed paint(s)? Can you undraw a portrait? Can you unflow a river or unfill a sea? Can you unbreathe a breath or unbeat a heartbeat? See how easy it is to start to snake down the path of “ways to overcome via any and all means”? You can kill, you can dam, you can drain, you can burn, and you can prohibit, but on the whole, what have you done?
Why?
Only you can answers these questions. We all have dark spaces. Irrespective of whether or not we should have these spaces? They’re there. The light that illuminates them will dim, will darken, and will eventually cease.
I work well in the dark.
Do you?
Really?
Then what’s with the light?
^Elvis Presley – Rubberneckin’ (Official Music Video)^
Lessee…where was I…oh yeah…trying to figure out why my skin falls off by the bucket-load. But equally interesting is why it didn’t fall of for long periods of my life. Oh yeah…shampoos and soaps prolly had something to do with keeping that shit under control. Cause if there’s anything that needs to be under control, it’s us.
Or something. I dunno what that means either.
But yeah, I am and have been thinking about the cost of prohibiting our bodies from trying to do what they’re trying to do. I mean…you really don’t expect the power grid to be here years from now do you? Certainly not as it exists today. We’re getting something wrong somewhere. So where is it? Lurking in the realms of the “negligible”? That cannot be. Anything you can see or comprehend cannot be negligible…can it?
Which, speaking of can it and canning it, I mentioned something on my own blog recently about canning, and that got me to thinking about standards and standardizations, which got me to thinking about…wait a second here….surely this industrialization shit can’t last much longer…can it?
har har har
^David Bowie ~ Fame 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^
What I was thinking about specifically, was milk. We put a lot of pressure on these dairy-cows to produce a lot of milk. That got me to thinking about fats and oils, cold-pressing, friction and heat, which got me to thinking about these vacuum systems that we use to “harvest” the milk from these cows. Surely that can’t be good. All those rapid pressure changes, over and over, day after day? There HAS to be some ergonomics types of shit going on there that we’ve not previously considered.
“If you keep picking at that, it’s never gonna heal.”
^Cocteau Twins – How to Bring a Blush to the Snow^
This got me to thinking about bras, which got me to thinking about boobies, and I went and jerked-off while thinking of boobies. I then got to thinking about boo bees, and got to thinking about heat and temperature regulation “at room temperature”, which, for us, is 98.6°F – if I am doing my calculations correctly – so that got me to thinking about hormone production. But I keep…fucking…winding-up back at…is steel.
Namely, stainless steel.
This shit don’t breathe well, and certainly not easily, nor is it as easy to clean as its name suggests. So…with that in mind, and considering some of its properties, why WOULDN’T stainless steel be a motherfucking magnet for all kinds of microbial life? Now…if that don’t get you to thinking about shape and shapes, I dunno what will. So let’s talk rabbits, and chasing them.
If you have a shotgun, you don’t need to chase rabbits.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^COCTEAU TWINS Frou – frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires^
What does steel contain?
Iron, and lots of it.
Science tells us that “heavy shit” can only be produced in stars since it requires a fuckton of pressure to create these elements. O RLY?!?!?
Then what in the FUCK is it doing here?
Oh…coalescing dust from exploded stars? Um…you are really gonna try and get me to sign off on, a star that is traveling God-knows how fast through our own galaxy, explodes at God-only knows what kinds of velocities…and yet…this shit somehow just…hangs around the point of nova? And more than that…the shit hangs around so fucking long, that it re-coalesces and does it again?
What have we omitted?
Those that don’t. I mean, if we are plummeting through space, is it any wonder why someone might be able to see how a star could collect fucktons of “fuel” over trillions of years without missing a beat, nor really even losing any mass? Maybe it’s the particular trajectory and path that it is on that makes these types of stars so “special” in the way that we like to think about things. Maybe there’s an impeller and propeller type of dynamic that sometimes happens due to…oh say…relative proximation of forms and bodies containing…oh…something like…forms and bodies.
Q: Will that maybe help you with finding “earth-like” planets in your search and searches?
A: I dunno either.
Just a suggestion.
^Wings ~ Listen To What The Man Said 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^
HEY!!! I LIKE RAMBLING!!! CREATES HOLES IN MY GAPS IN THINKING!!!
So shutup or something 😛
Where was I…OH! I was in the zone.
(ba da ching)
There was a story that I stumbled across recently that had an image of a water-droplet hovering a needle…while in space…at the ISS. So that got me to thinking about its relative distance to and from Earth/Terra. That got me to thinking about…um…high explosives. Yeah…up in the kiloton and megaton range, and “atmospheric” testing.
Q: Which part of our atmosphere, is Terra Firma, not a part of?
A: The atmosphere itself? K...then remove it. Won't the structure and structures crumble?
I’m just wondering about the high-altitude atmospheric testing that has taken place. Nevermind the holes themselves, what I am thinking about, is all that shit that these detonations pushed out of the way. Nevermind the chemical and molecular/atomic and smaller reactions that happened up in an area/environment that we know absolutely fuckall about. And now, we are smearing layer after layer of all kinds of pollution and pollutants in the air that originated from underground. Yeah, under that layer that we just 86’d to see what was a part of what and where and when.
^Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis Jr ~ You Don’t Have To Be A Star 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^
Did you ever have a lawn that you got to burn the dry grass in the late-winter/early-spring? I wonder if that heat creates like…a vacuous kind of action, and has a drawing-up and/or out kind of effect on the soil(s)?
Just thinking out loud.
Was watching a documentary on pre-Columbus America recently, and they were talking about the Native American peoples that used to burn the grasslands so that they would grow grasses and plants that attracted game. And they also talked about The Anasazi.
I’ll stop right there, since someone recently put something on my radar regarding some dude that lived somewhere at some time, and said something at some point to the effect of…
Roob is gonna have to edit this nonsense, and being that it’s my first in a while that we’ll do together…I’ll wrap it up.
^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^
How can my testicles/scrotum properly and accurately regulate temperature(s) and/or pressure(s), when my junk is all crammed together into an inefficiency apartment, and I’m required to sit all day or do repetitive motions all day or whatever? Makes me think about clothing(s) of all kinds.
I can see why women like wearing thongs so much, cause there ain’t much there. Not that I am willing to start wearing underwear again in a thong configuration. My junk is too tiny/I couldn’t make a thong work. I did wear bikini-briefs for a while. Can’t wear regular-briefs at all, and can’t wear boxers all the time. Boxer briefs were pretty awesome when they finally started making those, but even that gets irritating.
So yeah…erm…testicular and glandular issues/irregularities and hormonal issues. I mean sure, my penis is kinda small, but I need it, and it’s neighbors. I dunno why, but I do. I think all that shit has more than one function or something.
snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snapped; snapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.
So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…
Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?
… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…
One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.
… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…
*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*
… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…
…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…
*/coughs uncontrollably…*
If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…
Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…
*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*
… by Stephen Paddock…
snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen“to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel“bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).
As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.
Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…
Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”
“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”
*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*
*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*
Penny for your thoughts.
❤
Anyone else ever get "rainbow vision"?
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