‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’
Yesterday, MPs voted on PM Jackboots’ DisMay Deal for leaving the EU, Dear Reader. It did not go so well for the poor mare…
*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags… fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*
… I posted not-eyes of the result in the Red universe of MEROVEE. Cue Selfie…
The Prime Minister had better luck this evening, however, when the LOTO’s tabled ‘Motion of No Confidence’, following last night’s historic defeat, was beaten. Again by the noes. A short one; only nineteen votes this time…
This speech turning tonight's vote around to be a vote of no confidence in the Leader of the Opposition, instead of the Prime Minister, is bloody brilliant. Michael Gove is a hero. pic.twitter.com/Or5rzPpveJ
*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*
In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.
In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”
It’s sad to say, but both the Government and Opposition have proven themselves to be utter shite at implementing the result of the Independence Referendum. But what to do, Dear Reader?
Gotta missive for you now, Dear Reader, from the Okie Text US Devil. He sent it to me on Thursday but I’ve delayed posting it as we’ve also embarked on remote viewing ‘The Wire’ together this week…
*It’s fuckin’ grippin’, Clicky… /lights up… Why’d the fuck it take me so long… /drags… to see it, eh? …/streams smoke… Fuck gnos…*
We were interrupted on Tuesday evening when the domicile in which Cade resides lost power. We were cut off, so I decided to watch ‘Brexit: The Uncivil War’ that had been broadcast on Channel 4 the previous night. I told Legs…
*His first birthday that we spent together… /grins… ‘Return to the Forbidden Planet’… /drags… based on ‘The Tempest’ by Shakes-Sphere… /blows smoke rings...*
*Dunno what the fuss is about. The yellow vested Brexit-hear did great… /taps ash… Hang on, what’s today’s date, Clicky?*
*Our wedding anniversary! …/cocks head… Is that the phone? Fuck!*
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Bob Zmuda just appeared on my radar. So let’s do this. Let’s doo a re:view of the…
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!<—(this is a textual echo)
(this is also an echo “tex tu, al”) —> SYNCHROSPHERE!!!
SYNCHROSPHERE!!!<—(yep, more decaying, textual echo)
Wait, what’s that? You don’t know who Bob Zmuda is and are wondering why I’m not tossing you a link?
Well look him up your own damn self.
You’re reading this, which means you have Internet access, which means you have access to search engines and all kinds of media, which means that if you want to know who in the fuck Bob Zmuda is, you’ve the freedom to look him up at your own leisure.
There are a couple of reasons why I don’t like linking. First, the search mechanisms that I choose to use may be something that you and your SJW or Republican Party buddies hate and boycott and protest or whatever. Similarly, I may sometimes utilize pathways you’ve never heard of, and by default, you are skeptical and think I’m trying to e-lead you…
e-down
…some e-dark
…and e-untrustworthy
…e-pathway.
But one of the big reasons that I hate using hyperlinks is because they change. As of late I’ve noticed that some entities are getting really fucking sloppy with link maintenance.
(prolly due to reliance on automation, but that's just a guess)
For those of you who did not know such things existed? Well, they do. And instead of me magically teleporting you directly into the middle of the party, it’s typically best if I show you the way to the front door where you can go in like everyone else, if you so choose. This also allows you to make your own travel arrangements, and you can arrive/leave any time you like. I’m such a nice guy. So thoughtful. So considerate. Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back until the next paragraph.
^Rebuke – Along Came Polly^
A quick note here before we start to do our digging around The Synchrosphere. The other day on my own blog, I made mention that I’ve started to recycle more and more music in my posts. This is primarily due to the difficulties I face finding new music. If I find some really cool new song on YouTube, and this song does not have a lot of views, YouTube will not create an YT-generated playlist based on this song for me, which would in turn associate similar new music on this playlist.
(goddamn automation...goddamn it straight to hell)
YouTube will not start adding a video to auto-generated playlists until it reaches so many views. Of course, this may also be a content creator driven thing, because I’m sure that anything monetized will get less cash if YT points it out, than if a user were to find it on their own. This would keep more money in the pocket of content creators, so, makes sense. I have no idea how their shit works tho, just brainstorming based on what I see.
So yeah, recycling a lot of music, when I used to not do that at all. Every song and every image was always something I’d never used in a previous post.
(with very few exceptions)
That said, all links I share are a “take it or leave it” kind of thing anyway, and I share a lot of music that most people prolly didn’t even know existed. Even I didn’t know it existed until I did. Hell, at some point, even the artist that created it didn’t even know it existed.
Weird...eh?
^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Official Video)^
For anyone new to this shit, you may be wondering what “The Synchrosphere” is. Join the fucking club, and I don’t mean those who utilize The Syncrhosphere as a medium for finding people to have sex with. Is there such an arm within The Synchrosphere? As far as I can tell, yeah prolly.
Anyway, The Syncrhosphere seems to revolve mostly around the sharing and exchange of information and ideas. It also seems to be loaded with writers, which means that some will utilize The Synchrosphere as a way for letting other authors know what they working on (professional courtesy kind of network), and still others prolly use it as a field for harvesting ideas. Since we’ve got data and information flowing, and a lot of this “Syncrhosphere” is for the most part out in the open/public, that means that governments, businesses and all kinds of other groups are going to be poking their noses in to see what it’s all about.
You're nosey as fuck, so why wouldn't others be too?
Plus, the damn thing has a name, and a lot of it centers around spiritualism/religion, psychology, philosophy and history.
Dangerous place with dangerous ideas from dangerous people
History being the most dangerous thing there is, so anything with a history slant is by default going to attract all kinds of interests. That said, and as best I can tell, the first thing that The Synchrosphere did when it was created, was split.
Time,
space,
matter,
energy,
synchonicity,
synchromysticism,
synchromystics,
synchrosophisticates,
synchronauts,
synchrosnots,
synchronots,
synchroknots
…All kinds of crap seems to have spun out of this one idea from one dude named Jake Kotze, but I’ve read here and there that even that fact is hotly contested. Creating a bandwagon means you’re going to have all kinds of people jumping on board for all kinds of reasons, and a lot of those motherfuckers are going to want to drive at some point. But, that’s the intent, so, digress.
NOTE: “Time” seems to be on a lot of minds. Hence, this place attracted me.
^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game^
X: What are you thinking here?
Cade: I’m wondering if this is the place for me to do my long-winded rambles.
X: Meaning, you are wondering if you should be investigating a topical type something in “a missive”?
Cade: Yes. Missives are supposed to be the jumbled bunch of nonsense that I write about when I feel like writing, but have nothing to write about.
Z: Didn’t start out that way though, did it.
Cade: No, it did not. Just kinda developed that way over time.
T: Did you put a lot of thought into that?
Cade: Not in the way that I think you mean.
T: And what is it that you think I mean?
Cade: I’ve never given much consideration to what I write for here, and what I wrote for my own blog(s). Have tried to just let it develop.
X: I was under the impression that you never intended to write anything at all over at your own blog.
Cade: Things changed.
X: Any relevant data you can pass along so as to inform any readers as to what changed?
Cade: It’s not “complicated”, if that’s what you are getting at.
X: You lost me.
Cade: The situations that developed to facilitate change are complex, not complicated.
X: Meaning…simple.
Cade: For the most part yeah. A lot of my decisions have already been made for me. I just have to walk the path.
X: I still think some specifics would help.
Cade: Being mindful of the needs of those that I interact with.
X: And who do you interact with?
Cade: Me mostly.
X: That doesn’t sound very “mindful of others’ needs” to me.
Cade: Ironic that me NOT being mindful of others’ needs would also be chalked up as selfish and/or self-centered.
X: Loads of ironies in creation so it would seem.
Cade: Asking someone to take 4 to 5 hours or more out of their day to edit one of these things can be pretty selfish in my opinion.
X: Let me ask you a question about that since she will read this before anyone else does.
Cade: Fire away.
X: Is this your roundabout way of asking her if your writing is taking up too much of her time?
Cade: No. We talked about this very subject only recently, and we talked about some parameters that might make these things more tolerable. There’s no need to use innuendo in these things because we talk all the time.
X: So what’s the problem?
Cade: I’m not sure exactly. I just noticed that the first section or “paragraph” as I call them, was mighty long in this particular whatever.
X: So pull it all out, post all this on your own blog, and start over with something new for The LoL.
Cade: No.
X: Why not?
Cade: Because I started this with her in mind.
X: There it is.
Cade: Indeed…there it is.
X: The more you definitive you get, the less you have.
*Ooh, we haven’t had a ‘Last Time At The LoL’ in ages, Clicky… /lights up…*
It’s back to work for me at the Tower tomorrow, Dear Reader, so this will be the last LoL post for 2018. It was Cade’s suggestion…
*/drags… We played ‘ping-pong’ back at the start of 2017… /plumes smoke… Nearly two years now, Clicky… /flicks ash… but feels like we’ve been bouncing off each other forever…*
So without further ado, here’s what we came up with. Enjoy! 😀
START TRANSMISSION
Years ago (1992), I bought my first sampler…an Ensoniq Mirage. It was already WAY old when I bought it, but samplers were expensive as fuck back then and it took me a long to to gather the courage and funds to buy one. Afterall, when you are a poor person spending that kind of money, you want to get something that will do what you need it to do. A sampler is a digital recorder…that’s it. It is a machine that makes a digital recording of an analog signal. Instead of recording all of those bits to tape, you are recording them to silicon chips. Same shit, different capture/storage medium.
The very first thing that I sampled, was me playing the guitar; a simple syncopated chord of seven notes with a bend, and the sample/digital recording was about 4 seconds long. I immediately turned that first sample into a complete song. A song that I’ve never recorded, and never really even played, but this song still bounces around in my head constantly. So, that would be what…27+ years? That’s a long time to bounce.
Regarding the ATTLAS song “Bloom”, from the very first note, all I could think about was this song that I wrote by using my first sampler all those years ago. My song is completely different from the ATTLAS song, but there is a…”tone”…to the guitar sample in the ATTLAS song that screams…”SAMPLED!“, and this is likely due to the speed of the sample. To me, the guitar in “Bloom” sounds slowed, but it also sounds as if some other processing has been applied to make the guitar “sound less sampled”. Hence, there is a direct connection within me to this particular ATTLAS song, and it created a “tingle” of sorts within me from the very first listen for some very specific reasons.
*Oh… ‘Internationally feted Hack coughs to writing fake news stories after fellow Hack smells something fishy’… /smokes…*
In 1983, when I was 16, my first job was selling sampler kits, tapestry canvases and threads to art ‘n’ crafty shoppers in London’s West End. And bags and bags of kapok, that used to get up my nose…
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Image is of Russia’s Progress 59 (M-27M) going bonkers in 2015
Message rec’d. And thinking of tree cotton wafting up your nostrils, that makes me think of a question…
Q: Would you and/or your aquatic assistant think that “tonal crossroads” could be specifically and intentionally targeted within the brain to act as a…erm…”pivot point” to direct someone’s actions?
A: ?¿?
Direct someone towards a certain option that they normally would not have chosen without some 3rd party intervention. This concept is not really new, and I’m thinking about the physics of what makes a juncture within the brain. But then again, if the brain is the target, perhaps this is why “mind-control” won’t work in the ways that some would like. Just like last night, I was pondering “the brain” being more of a “radiator” with respect to decision making processes. That perhaps data has already been scrubbed, formatted, and reformatted time and again as it passes through many areas within our body/being. Much like the architecture of a motherboard vs what actually happens in the CPU.
Off-topic, I watched a video of Weird Al eating chicken wings last night.
^”Weird Al” Yankovic Goes Beyond Insanity While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones^
OVER (I'm matching the cadence setforth by thee)
Aw, he takes such delicate, careful nibbles 😀
Thoughtful Man and I went to the Bombay Bicycle Club in Covent Garden for dinner one night back in the early 90s (could have been 1993). I don’t think it’s there anymore but it was an upmarket curry house that my friend Verity wanted to try. She brought her boyfriend at the time. I can’t remember his name but he was Scottish with a ‘hard man’ persona. He was a bit obnoxious too, a bit loud, telling everyone in earshot how he liked his food hot and spicy. When he placed his order, he told the waiter to make sure they made his curry “the hotter the better!”
I have never seen anyone go red and then green so fast as when he ate the the first spoonful of the curry dish the waiter brought him. Nor run for the toilets so fast. He spent the rest of the evening with his tongue under the cold tap or puking. I never saw Verity or her boyfriend again after that night. She could still be with him for all I know. But truth be told, me and V were already drifting apart…
The only comparable thing I can think of is my grandmother once deciding to try a chilli pepper out of my King Pao Chicken dish one night when we all went out as a family for Chinese food. My plate of food arrived, it was fucking LOADED with those red bastards, and my grandmother asked me what they were. I told her that they were chilli peppers, but also said you don’t actually eat them because they are dangerously hot. I further explained that the heat of the dish comes from it being cooked with the peppers, and that it’s hot enough already. She said “nonsense” asked if she could have one, and I told her “No, you don’t want to do that, trust me, it’s a very bad idea”, especially since she had only gotten her own dish, and had not yet taken one bite. But she insisted, I washed my hands of it and told her to help herself, she took one off my plate, took a bite, and it was less than a minute before she was reaching for her water glass. Pretty much ruined her whole meal.
I felt bad about it, but I can only relate my own personal experiences…not tell others what to do/not to do.
These dried chilli peppers that they use almost have a tinge of cinnamon type taste to them, which is prolly why they taste so good when being used to flavor food, and taste like utter hell when you actually eat them.
^ATTLAS – Ryat^
CADE, STANDING BY...
*Blimey! …/final drag… I’ve not heard that one in years, Clicky… /streams smoke…I wonder if he’s waiting for me to reply… /stubs butt…*
TRANSMISSION ENDS
Well, that’s your lot for 2018, Dear Reader. Join us again in 2019. Have a very happy New Year and… have a Song ❤
*WTF, Clicky?! I was sleeping… /yawns… I remote viewed ‘True Detective’ with Cade last night… /rubs eyes… Didn’t get to bed until ‘what fucking time do you call this?’ o’clock…*
*Yeah, I really enjoyed watching the second season again… /coughs… What do want, Click? Why’d you get me up so early?*
*/lights up… Oh that was a fantastic spot by Cade… /drags… Sampled dialogue from a TV show that I introduced him to, on a song that he’d introduced me too… /streams smoke…*
*Yeah… /flicks ash… So why’d ya feel it necessary to wake me up, Clicky? I mean, I love you dearly, adopted dolphin assistant, but significantly less so on only a couple of hours of kip, my love…*
*Oh, Cade and I remote viewed that on Boxing Night… /drags smoke… It’s one of my favs… /exhales smoke… Atlas… ATTLAS… ‘K?*
*/drops jaw… And ‘Apollo 13’ on Christmas Night! Wow… /squints… So if I work it back, that’s ATTLAS, Atlas, holding the earth’s position…*
*Clever! …/pat snout… And that’s why you woke me up so early, Clicky?*
… And my good friend Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US, has sent through what is probably his last missive of the year…
Enjoy! ❤
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Ahhhhhh…it’s over. The only thing that remains is…doing it again. Only 522,720 minutes to go. Anyone wanna count them with me? Good. That’s actually very good that you do want to count them with me. That’s actually very good that you do not want to count them with me. What is on my mind this fine day after day after Christmas Day morning is…incorporation.
Hey, if you want the same old shit, go somewhere else.
Anyway…let’s think about a moment in time where you either hit a wall or fell into a void. You encountered something so massive, that it either stopped you completely or propelled you at incomprehensible speeds.
Example 1 would be something like driving in an automobile at a high rate of speed, and then suddenly encountering something which drastically reduced or completely nulled your rate/speed;
Example 2 would be something like walking on the edge of some high place and suddenly falling which in turn simultaneously drastically increases your speed and drastically reduces your ability to control it.
In either of these situations, you are likely to have…questions. First being, do I have the time and ability to formulate these questions and seek their answers, or not. In one instance, a door was slammed in our face, and in the other, a door was opened for us. It’s with that in mind, let’s leave the box(es) we just put ourselves in.
^DIE KRUPPS – Nazis Auf Speed (Official Music Video) [HD]^
An individual encounters something they’ve never encountered before. They are likely to have questions. In social settings, there may be forces at work to quash these questions, or there may be forces at work to encourage these questions. Like say…in a business meeting. The Chairperson may have a “are there any questions?” type moment in the meeting, but in certain settings and under certain leaderships, this is actually a call to “feel free to keep your fucking mouths shut because we’ve got better things to do than listen to you rattle” or something similar.
Parenting can be like that. I guess any relationship can be like that. But what all of this “incorporation” bullshit stems from, is a dream I had last night, and what it relates to, is Aspergers and Tourette’s.
(and perhaps some galactic dynamics too – tee hee)
Q: How long can you crush something before it either snaps back or alters it’s shape to accommodate the pressure(s)?
A:
I guess an answer is, however long you can. But in the instance of two people arguing, and a third superior party intervenes, chooses one side over the other, and demands that one side submit by shutting the fuck up entirely.
^Depeche Mode-Get Right With Me (Remastered)^
I have no idea what we were arguing about. But during the arguing process, I was warned repeatedly that certain words were unacceptable under the circumstances. I was also warned about my temper, and warned that I was verging on being both disrespectful and insubordinate. I felt as tho I was being put into a box that suited their needs, with no accommodation for my own needs. As the argument continued, and eventually, someone who was superior to both myself and the person that I was arguing with stepped in, took the other person’s side, and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I’d shut my mouth and fast. I confronted this person…directly. Got right in their face, looked into their eyes without fear, and said “I have to get this out of me”. This wasn’t my first rodeo, and I had no desire to let this fester any longer. Whatever it was, needed to come out. It was almost a plea. Like it or not, this is coming out, and I can only hold it for so long before it does…come out. A sour look was returned to me, and everything went black.
^Depeche Mode – It’s No Good [Maxiblues Remix]^
Prolly coulda told that dream a little better, but what I was thinking about upon waking, was incorporation. How does the Universe accommodate an object that suddenly appears on the galactic radar?
(And if you think spaceship here, maybe that'll help a bit)
Limits is one way that The Universe can accommodate. Make someone jump through a fuckton of hoops to achieve a certain plateau, and it’s likely that someone somewhere is going to notice the hoops you are jumping through.
I’m gonna stop myself right there, and pose a question…
Q: Do you really think it’s a good idea to remove the “atomic pile” moniker for the human consciousness as it pertains to nuclear fission?
A: ???!!!WTF?!?!?!?
I mean, who would ever think that piling a bunch of radioactive material together could cause a sustained reaction? But a shame to think that Fermi shit his pants for naught, and some pack of dolts comes along several hundred years from now, not knowing the prices that Marie Curie and others like her have already paid.
^DIE KRUPPS ~ Schmutzfabrik^
Irrespective of the associations you attach to me via your own templates for your own purposes, I can in fact, be quite unreasonable.
Just sayin'.
^a-ha – a question of lust (Depeche Mode Cover)^
Do you think our feet were meant to be caged for most of our lives? Socks, shoes, hosiery, you name it. We sure seem to box up those things that give some of us so much freedom.
^PSYCLON NINE “parasitic” -official-^
K, so, I’ll be reasonable, and stop rambling on about feet…let’s jet back to incorporating our spacecraft into galactic spaces.
You know that aircraft are spacecraft...right?
Um…yeah…um…spacecraft…going from here to Mars let’s say. We’ve got a lot of things we must overcome just for our vehicle to make it to the launch pad. Then we gotta overcome a lot of shit to make it off the ground…then out of the atmosphere…then into orbit…then out of orbit…then into an intercept course with Mars…shit like that. So we can assume that The Universe has already setup all kinds of pathways for us to follow, and all kinds of shit to keep us in line. Afterall, The Universe prolly wants to watch us fumble around as much as we want to watch ourselves do whatever it is we are doing.
So the question becomes, how do we start to break these speed-limits that we are encountering? And I’m thinking more computing here, but you have to keep in mind that computing is as much space travel as anything else…just different kinds of crafts. Anyway, what I personally keep seeing, is not only an aspect change, but at the same time, a simultaneous aspect reversal.
A twist.
This “twist” flips up to down/down to up, may sometimes reverse course completely…all while incurring no loss in energy or momentum. If you are already thinking quantum mechanics and/or alternate dimensions, you are on the right path.
^Ayria – In your room (Depeche Mode Cover)^
For the past few years, I’ve had a human-powered orb that represents the mechanism that allows me to do certain things. Previously, the orb facilitated only scalar travel over a distance. That is to say, that I could go anywhere, at any speed, on any scale. If I needed to be traveling at 400,000 times the speed of light while occupying the space the size of a grain of rice…I could do that. If I needed to be traveling at an infinite speed while occupying the space of Betelgeuse…I could do that. But what I eventually encountered, was a set of criteria that required me to…twist.
To relate, imagine one of those plastic balls that people put their hamsters and gerbils in to allow them to run around in. Now imagine, that your hamster is running along happily inside the ball, makes a turn, and at that exact moment, the hamster is suddenly for some reason running on the outside of the ball. Yeah, they were inside the plastic ball, but due to a certain set of circumstances/a certain aspect change at a certain moment, they are now outside the ball. I think I need a new SoPi in order to more accurately describe what I’m seeing. I can’t even recall off the top of my head what iteration I’m even up to. I think I skipped “SoPi-J”, so maybe that’s what I should use here since what I am trying to describe has a hook.
lolz…this video just came up in my playlist, and it looks like the whole thing was filmed in Dallas.
^DIE KRUPPS – Robo Sapien (Official Music Video) [HD]^
You are likely wondering what incorporation has to do with dimensional craft capable of faster than light travel. Well, accommodation silly…
duh 😉
There’s no point in making the trip if I cannot be accommodated, so how do I know whether or not I should travel? Welp, in the case of my inter-dimensional orb, if the fucker spins up, that means that I can go. Where I wind up? Well…that’s a different story entirely. Gotta be flexible. I may be enroute to Proxima Centauri b (closest known exoplanet), but I may have to overnight at Kepler-443b (most distant known exoplanet).
I know, I know…you are wondering why I’d need to travel 4,000 miles forward, just to travel 10 feet sideways. But that’s how it goes when you start traveling in…erm…”less standard circles”…if you will.
In certain instances, an occupied vehicle will travel differently than an unoccupied vehicle. I mean, that’s the whole reason for having unoccupied vehicles in the first place…right?
Things will behave differently in different fields.
I mean, it doesn’t shock you that automobiles perform differently on wet roadways than they do dry roadways right? So why would it continue to baffle you as to why light particles behave differently when observers are/are not present? Prolly because you are ignoring the distance and time between when the observer is/is not present, and under what conditions/auspices. Application(s) and purpose(s) prolly play a role as well.
Food for thought.
^Covenant – Der Leiermann^
Hey, I only have access to what I have access to. As such, I do the best with what I have. Where do logic and understanding meet? I dunno. I guess it depends on how reasonable you are.
/me shrugs
^Supertramp – The Logical Song [Official Music Video]^
Let’s keep this one short-ish…shall we?
^Industrial Dance – Chaotic Rave System (Ignition)^
Butt… What exactly is Public ‘Elf demanding now, Dear Reader?
Really hope the Tories scrap this idea. Although this gov source comment (thanks @Jack_Blanchard_) although said in jest, is quite telling. The timing isn’t wrong, it’s the ideology that spawns this policy. Stupid. pic.twitter.com/70nk5SUulp
*So, to beat their proclaimed ‘OBESITY EPIDEMIC’, Clicky… /stream smoke… Public ‘Elf and government have determined that all portions, henceforth, will be ‘funsize’? …/taps ash… Then what?*
My advice, Dear Reader? Eat, drink and be merry. And of course, have a Song…
Apols! for the lack of posting recently, Dear Reader. It’s been a busy couple of weeks writing and editing for the upcoming ‘Underdog Anthology VII: Christmas Lights… And Darks’…
*/drags… Yep, just waiting on final checks by the authors now, Clicky…*
Hopefully the book will be available to purchase before the end of the week. It’s well worth a read as it contains some absolutely cracking short stories. A perfect stocking filler…
Perhaps it’s the general mood, but this time round I’ve had a go at writing a ‘dark’ tale for a change… as well giving a beloved Christmas carol a good kicking in the Afterword…
Currently in the UK, we’re watching the Brexit debacle unfold. The ‘DisMay’ Deal of Tessie Jackboots is being debated in Parliament, against the backdrop of ‘Project Fear’ projected throughout Mainstream Media. The upside is that it has made choosing this year’s offering for mutilation on the Dead Poets’ Page rather easy.
Musician Thomas Oliphant (born 1799, died 1873) provided the lyrics for the perennial favourite of carol singers everywhere. And as MPs prepare to vote on the future of the country, ‘Deck the Halls’ lends itself to ‘Stack the Deck’ rather neatly. Possibly too neatly… Judge for yourself.
Tweet a load of Brexit Bollocks
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah
‘Twas the fault of voting Morlocks
Aargh-argh-argh-argh-argh, argh-argh-argh-argh
Back the PM in her deal
Baa-baa-baa, baa-baa-baa, baa-baa-baa
Troll with fear ’til it seems real
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Apparatchiks brag of d’Accord!
Ooh-la-la-la-la, Ooh-la-la-la
Strikes a deal to keep us shackled
Ja-ja-ja-ja-ja, ja-ja-Jawohl!
Says its one thing, means another
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Make the plebs embrace Big Brother
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Stack the deck with drones and toadies
Waah-waa-waa-waa-waa, waah-waa-waa-waa
Offer bribes of jobs and trophies
Fnah-ha-ha-ha-ha, Fnah-ha-Woo-ha!
Fingers in ears, deal together
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
We’ll stay EU-bound forever
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA!
Who knows how our milksop politicians will vote next week, Dear Reader. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉
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Friday 7th December 2018 – UPDATE!
Underdog Anthology VII is now available to buy, Dear Reader, for Kindle and as paperback via Amazon, and at Smashwords. This volume of the series also includes photos of the authors… 😀
Dear Reader, WordPress have changed the editing function here so that posts are now constructed more like…
*Yes, very blocky, Clicky. Not sure if I like it yet…*
… I asked Cade if he would send a missive for me to have a play with, and he has obliged…
*I know! How he managed to knock one out just like that… Amazing!*
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Just when I thought it impossible get any fatter, older and uglier, I get my new driver’s license in the mail.
Old? CHECK!
Fat? ABSOLUT!
Ugly? AL MÁXIMO!
I really don’t mind being ugly on the outside tho. I know, that what is on the inside, is much, MUCH, worse.
^Drumsound & Bassline Smith vs. Teddy Killerz – Metal & Blood^
So Limeys…how’s your week been? Anything going on? I’m not going to “pick up” where I left off on a blog post on my own blog last night, but I admit that I kinda danced around a few things as I tried to express some thoughts that I’ve had for a while about both BREXIT and The EU.
Almost everything about The EU revolves around commerce. Engaging in commerce, expanding commerce, protecting commerce…commerce, commerce, commerce.
Almost sounds communistic.
Digress. Um, let’s go ahead and jump…
Q: In business, who can you trust?
A: No one.
K, so, with The UK in mind, I don’t give a shit who you are, they are always and forever going to protect themselves. Dunno about anyone else, but I find this a commendable trait to possess. And what I am thinking here, is that I don’t really see what The UK is doing as some kind of rebellious bandwagon for others to hop on board with, simply to oppose The EU. If anything, that would play right into The EU’s hand(s). Create the enemy they desire to have, and suddenly, you need an army to protect against this new threat. And I’m not directly accusing The UK of playing both sides of the fence because I personally am not one to sell The UK that short. Historically, if there is a side to play, GB is likely in the game. But at the same time, there are some other interests to consider.
Those are just a few of the bubbles that have been, and continue to be created.
no pun intended
^Friction – Commotion (ft. Jem Cooke)^
Imma go ahead and look up some shit on the developments of this week, which I’ve previously avoided, and let’s us see what all this business is about resignations.
OK…so…if I’m reading this right, there is a mutiny going down right in front of us, and the captain is refusing to step down/relinquish her command of the ship. Without making too many references to Captain Bligh or Captain Ahab, there is something commendable about May standing her ground. If there is indeed both internal and external shenanigans transpiring to settle some scores/achieve some gains, and there almost certainly is, May refusing to resign possibly could wind up being the one shining light in this whole mess.
I’m not suggesting that her methods are sound, but neither is jumping ship to save your own skin when there is still plenty of time and there are plenty of buckets available for bailing water. Just because you and your lover are going your separate ways, prolly doesn’t give you carte blanche to treat yourself and/or them like shit.
Ya’ll take care of yourselves and each other over there…k?
What’s that “gaia” shit in the URL? I know that I see “gaia” pop up quite a bit with respect to ascension and spiritual awakening and all that nonsense, but I never really associated it directly with geology. Let’s do some digging around and see if there is any kind of direct and/or implied connection between Gaia and geology.
X: Hold up there pal.
Cade: You are already well aware that I don’t want to do this here and now.
0: That’s likely why you should do it…here, and now.
Cade: I’ve never had someone specifically request a convo. Not sure how this is gonna turn out.
Z: Probably like the rest of them…a confusing bunch of nonsense that no one understands, up to and including the actual participants.
Cade: Speak for yourself. I understand them just fine.
T: You promised to qualify/quantify me in the last discussion.
Cade: I dunno about any promise being made, but I do recall it being mentioned.
T: You “recall it being mentioned” do you?
Cade: Maybe.
T: 🙂
Cade: I’ve never tried to put you in a box.
X: Trying to maybe make it easier for a reader to understand Thoth’s role?
Cade: Well, not just and only the reader. I myself have been quite lost in these things from the start.
Z: And that first “convo” was a doozie as I recall.
Cade: Indeed it was…lots of back and forth with very little actual dialogue.
T: Thought.
Cade: Eventually, it just kinda worked out that way. The thought of you sitting there alone for a long period of time, and nothing to do but sit and think? That’s a disturbing image to carry around with me.
T: You can relate?
Cade: In some ways, but not to your own personal experience.
T: All alone, with nothing but time to think about it.
Cade: Been there, done that.
T: Not out in space you haven’t.
Cade: Oh, you want to talk about that do you.
0: Let me step in here and save your bacon for you. You think that “T” is trying to get you to talk about some of your iterations?
Cade: That’s the feeling I got, but I’m still not sure how to do it.
X: How to talk about the iterations, you mean.
Cade: Correct.
Z: It made sense at the time, but not now, is that what you are trying to say?
Cade: Six singularities, seven reapers, two deaths, 4,948 iterations.
T: Wait, 4,948 iterations in the here and now?
Cade: Kinda, but no. Not active.
Z: All the way through?
Cade: That was the feeling I got.
0: That wasn’t the first feeling you got tho, right?
Cade: Correct. The first interpretation was 4,948 that kinda, “cascaded”, in the here and now based on need.
0: And it got ugly from there?
Cade: VERY ugly. One from every second of every day, all reliving that same second of that same day over and over again.
X: Millions.
Cade: Millions…indeed.
X: And where are you now?
Cade: 4,948 times, all the way through.
X: From the beginning to the end?
Cade: I still think it’s just an example to help me better relate to what it’s like to ride creation all the way from the start to the end.
A: Lots to see in there.
Cade: Indeed there is.
Z: Especially if you’ve ridden that ride 4,948 times. That’s a long time.
Cade: A very long time.
Z: It’s always the same?
Cade: The best that I can gather is that it’s never the same.
0: Are you sure that you aren’t just being hopeful there?
Cade: That’s a fair assessment, and I’ve certainly thought about it, so perhaps it’s best to say that it’s not always the same. I’m a single observer who is observing from a single perspective.
X: Lots to remember.
Cade: Whew…it’s mind-boggling sometimes.
X: Relief?
Cade: Methinks we all need some of that sometimes.
X: And you were “activated” because?
Cade: No clue /me shrugs
CX: …
Lemme go ahead and do some of that Gaia/geology digging now.
That got me to thinking about light particles/photons being absorbed at higher rates, and that got me to really pondering some of the more finite ways of directing energy. Not to mention that the name itself kinda weirded me out because I’ve been to Vantaa, Finland before. Anyway, I got to thinking about at what point does the absorption of light, actually become the attraction of light and perhaps other particles as well. This got me to thinking about vortices, vacuums, and high/low pressure systems. Seeing as how I’ve been kicking around how some angular vectors of the curved variety maintain their curvature, let’s us do a quick peek and see if anyone else is doing some digging around self-sustaining types of forces.
I guess I’m not the only nutter on the block thinking about wacky and fucked-up shit like this.
^Dirtyphonics – Scorpion^
Speaking of conversation(s), I spent about 2.5 hours on Wednesday having lunch with my mother, and we covered some serious ground. I’m still not sure exactly what was said, but the conversation was stimulating on a lot of levels. Got the feeling that she was concerned for my soul, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I sometimes get the feeling that others sometimes just poke me with a spiritual stick for no other reason that to see what I’ll do.
What I'll say. How I'll react. How my disposition is affected.
I love talking history and religion and politics and other pretty much meaningless crap, but when you start to shove spirituality into those things, yeah, I get a shade…dodgy…skittish…squeamish…I close down.
You aren’t telling me about your own spirituality, you’re trying to define mine. If you wanna know what I think or how I feel? Ask. Otherwise, I’m likely to just think you are telling me what you’ve found for yourself and how happy that has made you. It makes me happy too. I love it when people get all spiritually charged because they’ve had a breakthrough of some kind, and I really am happy for you.
Me? I think I’ll keep looking. She did appear kinda shocked that I was keeping up with the things I keep up with, and was equally surprised that I’m reading and studying about a lot of the things that I read and study about. Granted, we’re different people in that I personally am equally as comfortable operating in the fringes as I am the mainstream, and she is not.
This is where this one is going to stop. RooBeeDoo informed me earlier today that WordPress appears to have made yet more changes to their editor. I asked if she wanted me to bang out a whatever, and she said that would be good, so here you go. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Love you all bunches.
Ya Rly...I do.
^Maduk & Dennis Pedersen – Miles Apart (ft. Ella Noël & Rino)^
*/flicks lighter… Hey Clicky… /lights up… Actually there were 2 dead mouses in the trap this morning… /drags… To go with the dead one and the live one caught in the trap yesterday… /streams smoke…*
*Yeah, poor sod. Fancy being trapped all night with the corpse of your mate… /puffs… I let him out into the garden…*
*Sew, Brexit? What in the snafu was that all about this week, Clicky?*
*’This is sovereignty itself on the chopping block’ …/flicks ash… Blimey, Click, strong words… /final drag… Butt what did Jackboots have to say for ‘erself?*
*An’ wot about the eww? …/stubs butt… wot did they say?*
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