Yesterday Clicky posted The Okie Devil’s latest missive whilst I was otherwise engaged. It was very good of him do that…
*Oi! You’ll have your turn…*
However, it appears that in his haste to complete said posting before I got home, Clicky neglected to include a gif from Cade’s carefully prepared text. To wit, exhibit A…
*/stern expression… Take it out from behind your back, Clicky, and show it to Dear Reader… /flares nostrils… Come on…*
*That’s so Cade… /winsome smile…*
*For goodness sake, Clicky… /holds up hands… You completely changed the ending. What were you thinking?*
*I’ll say! You turned it from a gritty rendering of his thoughts and feelings into…*
*/sniffs… Well quite! …/blows nose… I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what he was going for… /lights up… I’ll have to apologise to him…*
*/squints… Oh, and that roaring fire you so thoughtfully lit?*
*Yeah, the library doesn’t have a fireplace, Clicky… /blows smoke…*
*…And some suspicious gaps have appeared on the shelves in the Religion/Politics section… /taps ash… Honestly Click, what to do… /wrings hands…*
*NO! Jesus fuck! …/stubs out butt… I’ll just have to replace with some new stuff… /sigh… Okay, I’m off to apologise to Cade… /pulls on helmet…*
*I’ll smooth it out… /cocks head… Well? …/waits… Song?*
Q: If I am “supposed to have” an opinion, what makes that opinion mine?
A: ???
Lemme guess. Now that “we’ve” narrowed down that I am supposed to have an opinion, I am now going to be presented with a list of opinions to have regarding this opinion.
Am I even close on this one?
Do I even need to be here for this?
That pesky-assed word “negligible” keeps buzzing around in my crazy-assed head.
^Orbital – Belfast (Sasha Vs The Light Remix)^
So if someone asks me “do you hear voices”…how in the FUCKING FUCK am I supposed to answer that question? And also, why is this a YES/NO or MULTIPLE-CHOICE question instead of FILL-IN-THE-BLANK? Because I wanna know what voice(s) hear my answer.
Man…and people think that I’m a fucking lazy worthless scumbag.
Who comes up with this shit?
^All U Ever Want (Original Mix) – Deadmau5 & Billy Newton^
I shouldn’t have to tell you…that I personally do not wear underwear.
But I don’t…(wear underwear that is)…but it’s not something that I can explain.
It’s something that needs to be experienced first-hand, or just…something you have to see to believe.
Anyway…
…earlier tonight, I was running around in my underwear, and thought…
“Man…this would prolly make a lot more sense if I was actually wearing underwear.”
I know, I know…you are prolly thinking…
“Welp…we’ve all been there eh?”
See? We aren’t so different after all.
We're all naked on the inside.
So yeah, all that to say…
…HERE DUMBASS!!! LEARN SOME SHIT ABOUT WINGS REAL QUICK!!!
^Here’s Why Wings Don’t Fall Off Airplanes^
So it’s like 22:11 on Thursday night, which means that tomorrow is prolly gonna be Friday for most of the day. I started drinking pretty early this morning and passed out for a coupla hours this afternoon, then got up around 16:00 and bumbled around YouTube for a while looking for some new music. And now, I’m sitting here typing this bullshit and just decided to start drinking again.
Good thing she dumped my looser-ass eh?
I guess the fact that I’ve been left out of the entirety of the process, and am afforded no decisions whatsoever? Yeah…most people would prolly bust a spring. But I’ve kinda felt this way my entire life. At least with respect to situations like this. We seem to only be afforded the choices and or options that others allow us to have, depending on the situation.
For example, whatshername had repeatedly told me that she was in no way, shape or form going to pay for an attorney to get a divorce. Which said to me, that at some point, yeah…she’s gonna get an attorney, and file.
And yep…that’s what she has done. Not that it takes a rocket scientist to figure that out, but it’s not that simple.
I don’t mind “agreements” changing. What I do mind, is not being allowed to participate. If you are going to dictate terms just because “you have the upper-hand”…erm…when did this become a pissing contest?
Like she’s doing me a favor by getting an attorney herself, but then dictating that I cannot show up at court representing myself because her attorney fees will go up. Plus, her attorney is urging her to tell the court that I work somewhere making some minimum wage, just for child support purposes. Well…I don’t. I don’t have a job, and I refuse to go on disability. (Assuming I could even get it) But yeah, I’m pretty fucked up…so I could get it. But that would be like a death-sentence to me.
I’ve worked my ass off to try and get better. And I am better. Unfortunately, there is no “cure” for a fucked up work record…irrespective of the reason(s) for it.
I’m a 49 year old liability…
…and that’s not liable to change.
^Deadmau5 – Moar Ghosts ‘n Stuff (Ft. Rob Swire) [Vocal Mix] (1080p) || HD^
OK…there…I dumped…
Q: You feeling better now?
A: …
Anyway, it’ll all be over tomorrow. So yeah…I can kinda talk about some stuff now. Although, I wouldn’t count on me to say much more on the subject.
Ya...srsly.
^(HD) Deadmau5 – Turning Point^
Remember that “if the glove don’t fit, you must acquit” business?
If the survey says you must omit…
…you musta quit.
Or…you’re prolly about to.
I guess it’s who we quit and when and where and why and how that matters eh?
I sure as shit ain’t innocent in all of this bullshit. I’m an asshole. I’m short, sharp, ask direct questions, and I give direct answers. I mean…if you ask me a question, and don’t want to know my answer…
Q: Why ask?
A: Ironic eh?
Meh…it’ll all be over with soon.
I got that skiing trip to look forward to.
I mean, I won’t be there…but they will.
🙂
^Scissor Sisters – Let’s Have A Kiki – Instructional Video^
W…T…F?!?!?!?
LOL!!! The following video? The song was pretty cool, but then…I started watching the video. ROFL. People are idiots. I’m gonna have nightmares forever now.
THANKS INTERNET!!!
^Duck Sauce – Big Bad Wolf (Official Music Video)^
So I broke down and put some underwear on, and started running around…and thinking…
“MAN! This would prolly make more sense if I was actually running around!”
And speaking of…yeah…to my knowledge…there was no “running around” that was going on in mine and whatshername’s marriage. I never did. I was shocked that she ever wanted anything to do with me. I mean…how in the FUCK does an ugly motherfucker like me ever get laid in the first place. “Personality” is how it has been described to me. Apparently, I have “a charming one, with a “rare” honesty and direct straightforwardness.” O RLY?!?!? You mean…the same one that is sometimes described as “a really bad attitude on an asshole that is mean as FUCK?”
Yeah…honesty will get you killed. EX:
Q1: Does this dress make my ass look big? A1: No. But your ass makes that dress look small. Q1: Does this dress make my ass look big? A2: No. It just doesn’t hide your natural dimensions as well as some of your other clothing choices.
I mean…what the fuck kinda question is that?
Don’t use me as your lightning rod. Or do. Whatevz. I just work here.
AH!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: So Cade, why weren’t you trying to save your marriage instead of trying to save the world?
A: GREAT QUESTION!!! I dunno. What do you think? I mean like, what do you think I should have done? I mean like…specifically. We can’t go back, ‘cept maybe for like…a visit or something. So yeah…what would you suggest that I have done differently? And speaking of which…why don’t you focus on saving your own whatever instead of telling me how to save my own whatever….K?
I’m sorry…that prolly sounded kinda…shitty…eh?
I only get one vote of two with respect to decision-making. And if mine differs from hers, or hers differs from mine? Yeah…there’s a good chance that someone is about to get nullified. Suddenly…everything is compromise. But…that’s OK. I went into this whathaveyou under that assumption. A partnership. Meh….we only get one life. That includes her and hers. There’s always gonna be winners and losers. I prefer to lose. It’s how I win. It’s hard to explain. But I dunno. Maybe you understand that concept better than you think you do.
^Karen Harding – Say Something^
I don’t think that it’s the good that makes the bad, nor the bad that makes the good.
It’s the whatever that makes the whatever, whatever it is.
^Krewella – Enjoy the Ride^
I can tell you this…that ski trip wouldn’t be happening were things to have transpired any differently up to this point.
Put that in your second-guessing pipe and smoke it.
^Better Off Alone^
Don’t “miss me”…I’ll be here always.
:-|-:
^Format:B – Chunky^
A special thanks to Roob for putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to keep writing.
*Hello! I’m Home… /stamps feet… OMG it’s fucking cold out there! …/shrugs off coat… Thanks Clicky! …/pats snout… Oh it’s warm in here… /chuckles… So, what mischief have you been up to whilst I was out there… /points… freezing my arse off?*
*Okay, slow down… /rubs hands over the library fire… Cade sent a missive? …/stops rubbing hands… You did WHAT?! …/looks up slowly… Clicky!! …/:O…*
*/Harumphs… Saved by the cute… /tuts… You really shouldn’t rely on the children to save your bacon… /squints… They get old… /sigh… Well then, I’d better go read the latest… If you’ve fucked it up, Clicky… /warms buttocks on library chair… Well go on then, assistant, go make us a cuppa… /lights up… *
Dear Reader, in his latest missive, The Okie Devil opens up a little…
*Ugh! Crass, Clicky… /shakes head…*
*/sighs loudly and counts to ten…*
Funnily enough, I’d just been reading about the relationship breakdown of a couple of artists, who’s collaboration is featured, below… See for yourself…
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I have decided that I am going to make a decision.All kinds of wiggle room there eh?
I could do this all day......watching you do that all day
^Pee Wee Herman – Tequila^
Sorry, but I’m in a really bad mood today. I mean…not really, but that last whathaveyou of mine really fucked me up. I know that it didn’t take me very long to write it, even with the power-outage that caused me to have to re-write some of it. But a lot of thought went into it. There were some really mind-bending types of thoughts that I had while writing/thinking about the shit that I was writing/thinking about. Kinda like now. If someone was watching me type this shit right here…they’d prolly say…
“Man! You are banging that shit out pretty quick!”
And I guess that I kinda do. But there is quite a bit that hovers around in my head around how to say what and when. Sometimes I stumble across something that I personally think is clever or a good question and/or a clever way of presenting a question…irrespective of the “integrity” of that question or questions.
Q: Integrity?
A: Yeah. You know…”a question” or “a difficult question” or “a good question”….shit like that.
Integrity is integral.
Or something.
^The doves: Break me gently (Hybrid remix)^
I guess there is quite the conundrum sometimes when looking to prove some longstanding something within scientific dogma that has been a pain in your ass as incorrect. Especially when you have to hold on to so many other things within scientific dogma in order to pull this off. And then…the shit really hits the fan. Some interloper of a nobody wanders into your realm, starts questioning anything and everything in ways that make just…a little…too much sense…and SUDDENLY!!!….you are wrapping your arms around all of that crap you were previously trying to throw out as if it were made of pure golden gold. I guess that’s what its like anyway. Maybe if I actually took a hatchet to the shit that I am interested in destroying, it would be a little better indicator as to what I am not trying to/interested in…destroying.
Pro Tip: I don't own a hatchet.
How’s that work for ya?
Better?
Good.
Let’s keep going.
^Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince – Summertime (Hybrid remix)^
AH HA!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, What’s the catch? A/Q: You mean like…”the catch of the day?” Q/A: Sure. A/Q: I dunno. Whadda ya got? A/Q/Q: Are you being intentionally coy? Or…”flippantly naive?” A/Q: Maybe
Almost started to look like a poker hand there for a second. Aces and Queens.
^Fluke – Atom Bomb^
Energy Exhaustion…I guess that would be kind of a term that I am thinking of with respect to creating an extremely low pressure point within a vacuum or existing vacuum…as it were. I’ve just been thinking about rings (0) or (°) and (+) and (-) and (=) and other shapes with respect to charge and charges in both the traditional representation of atomic matter/atoms and quarks. If I had to draw a representation of how I see a quark, it would be similar to that of Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. But not really…but yeah…something like that. Except sans the ring. And maybe sometimes, not so much. Depends on how much stress/strain it’s under.
But what I’m seeing in there is “less static of a static charge.” And that is to say, a charge and charges that are so dynamic because of strings and stings within the pico-quanta and even smaller, that the only reason that we can detect these variable charges is because of the method and methods of detection. But my model and models tend to be a little more dynamic in their static nature, in that, they are, and all is…dynamic. That evolution works the way that it works, when it works, how it works. I incorporate things like DNA into my models of sub-atomic particulate matter, because the base and bases? Yeah…they already exist. Like Hydrogen for example. However, hydrogen plus Oxygen is no longer Hydrogen…it’s Hydrogen + Hydrogen + Oxygen. I think that there is MUCH more going on there than simply H20. But even that…I mean…how fucking awesome is that? All we need is a little electricity in the mix, and we can turn that Hydrogen and Oxygen mixture back and forth from water to gas over and over again…until we can’t.
Q: What’s missing?
A: Observers? Or Participants?
Q: What about the Oxygen and Hydrogen with respect to spin and spins?
I really don’t know what to put here, so I’ll just babble a bit.
I mean…answers?…when I was a kid?…were edicts…not answers. And now that I am older? I really don’t give a shit. Because the difference between an edict and an answer…really depends on who you are dealing with, why, and when.
I personally have always told people that …
“I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. That choice…I leave to you.”
Keeps things...civil...and cordial.
^Glenn Morrison – Hydrology (1080p) || HD^
So just thinking a bit here about certain vague things and whatnot…
If you could choose between the following…which would you choose.
OPTION #1: Discover the mysteries of The Universe and be known as the greatest mind that ever lived.
OPTION #2: Lay the groundwork for some future someone to discover the mysteries of The Universe and be known as the greatest mind that ever lived.
Yeah…teamwork is kinda a teamwork kinda thing.
Some positions are more important than others.
So yesterday, whatshername decided that she suddenly needed to talk to me for some reason.
She texted me…of course…and asked me if she could call me…because there was something that she really needed to discuss with me.
My
❤
Sank
But I agreed…and told her to call me in 25 minutes.
She did…and told me that she had changed her mind…yet again…was going to an attorney on Friday…and was filing.
😦
/Jesus fucking Christ
The conversation wandered to and fro as I listened to her explain all of this bullshit that I have absolutely no choice in, and yes…she was/is cordial…but I trust her about as far as I can throw her. I know I’m gonna get screwed on this deal, and there is no way around it. At some point…in the near future…I’m gonna wind up in jail for not paying child-support that I cannot pay.
😦
That’s the law, and the way the law is. People are not allowed to be unemployed/non-wage earners anymore…and there is no allowance for that. I am not allowed to show up in court, because if I do? Her attorney fees double…even if I do not have an attorney.
The meter is running, and it will never stop.
Q: Why do we treat marriage like shit?
A: !!!SAY…FUCKING WHAT???
^RADIO VERSION- Gotye feat. Kimbra- Somebody That I Used to Know (Dj Mike D Remix) Radio-Edit^
I dunno…it just seems to me that the only people that have a right to treat marriage like shit? Yeah…the people that are actually married. Married people can treat marriage however in the fuck they choose to treat it…up to, and including, like shit. It is, after…their institution. So why is it that “the law” gets involved and compounds this something into something that it isn’t? I dunno. We walked into this relationship cordially. Why is it such a stretch that we could also end it cordially. There’s always that predisposition to think that “something is wrong.”
YA THINK?!?!?!?!?!?
You are a fucking GENIUS!!!
Thanks for stirring shit up that doesn’t exist asshole(s).
Q: Why do we treat marriage like shit?
A: ???
^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^
Q: What about the children?
A: WHAT A-FUCKING-BOUT THEM?!?!?!?
During the conversation…as she weaved in out or this and that as to the pros and cons of everything from here to there and everywhere…and…I waited for “the bombshell.” And, just as I suspected…it came.
Whatshername: I can’t even buy a house if I wanted to! Cade: You’re buying a house?
Things change.
I’m fine with that.
I roll wif it.
It’s all I can do.
😐
^OneRepublic – Counting Stars^
She’s taking them on a skiing trip to New Mexico next month.
I’m excited for them.
I hope they have fun.
That’s the limit of my involvement in that.
Yes…I would love to be there.
I wasn’t invited.
/me shrugs
I’ll get over it.
/me shrugs
^Of Monsters And Men – Little Talks (Official Video)^
I view relationships a little differently than “the law” does.
Why on Earth/Terra I would wish ill upon people I love?
I dunno…that’s your theory…not mine.
^Bastille – Pompeii^
So yeah…I view physics a little bit different than most do.
Or at least…maybe I’ll admit more than some are prepared to do.
But I have my reasons.
You are one of them.
Yeah...you.
Believe it or not…I don’t care.
You.
I care about you.
Ironic...eh?
^David Guetta – Titanium ft. Sia (Official Video)^
*Er… I can’t do shorthand, Clicky… /squints… and probably not a hundred words a minute… /thinks… and filing ain’t really my forte…. I am a temp… /throws back tresses…*
I’ve been a bit busy so I haven’t written a LoL post. I did think of writing about yesterday’s antics by our illustrious Speaker of the House of Commons…
*He is a very little man, Clicky…*
… But Leggy covered Gimli quite nicely. Fortunately The Okie Devil has stepped up to my rescue with another spiffing missive, below, to keep us entertained…
*Yeah… I have no fucking idea what you mean by that, Clicky…*
*/arches eyebrow… If you say so…*
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WELCOME TO CADE’S SUMMER BLOWOUT SALE!!!
“IT’S STILL FUCKING WINTER” -STYLE!!!
It’s 08:37 AM on Tuesday the 7th of February – 2017!!!
And if you are saving money?!?!?!?
YOU AREN’T SPENDING ENOUGH MONIES!!!!
¿let's rock this hizzay eh?
^AC/DC - Back In Black (Official Video)^
BLOOPS!!! Something has gone…somewhere…or something!
Maybe it went to “terribly wrong.”
It’s a popular destination on The Internet.
Or so I hear anyway.
^Inside 7 World Trade Center Moments Before Collapse^
Now…the most casual of casual observers who watch the following video, will be able to get some indication as to “how aerobatic pilots are able to fly such straight lines”…sometimes anyway. There’s more to it than simply using angles to determine angles and directions and whatnot…but yeah. Sometimes, the most simple of simple things can help us to determine what is and what is not…”a good line.”
^Rob Holland "What I See - Competition Practice"^
If you happen to be an air traveler or any kind, and happen to have 11 minutes and 11 seconds to watch/listen to the following video, it will explain maybe a bit about my personal humility and thankfulness for people and the things that they do. Because sometimes…when every fucking thing goes absolutely wrong? All kinds of shit…somehow…go…correctly. Must be some one and ones and zero and zeros types of…things…or something like that.
Or something.
^REAL ATC] FULL LOSS OF POWER at Miami International #KMIA^
On the previous post of mine here at Roob’s LoL, I made a comment to the effect of…
“I think many people are fond of looking up for a reason.”
What this SHOULD have said…was..
“I think many people are NOT fond of looking up for a reason.”
It was a typo on my part. And after re-reading it, and thinking about what I was thinking at the time, plus what I thought about after catching the error, then what I thought about since then, plus what I am thinking about now…I left it as is. I didn’t ask Roob to correct it, and I’m not asking her to correct it now. I am simply taking a moment to explain what I was thinking and why…because there was and is a FUCKTON more than simply…”people are afraid to look up.” Taking that thought a bit further… “people are afraid to look up, typically…for the same reason(s) that people are afraid to look down.”
We seem to be this…erm…contradictory type and types of beings.
EX: Knowing what we know about the Earth/Terra and it’s round-ish shape…put a human being sitting in a chair on the face of our planet Earth/Terra, and have that person seated facing AWAY from the/our direction of travel. Meaning: have them face the sunset.
Now…zoom out until you can see the entire planet AND this seated person.
Suddenly…you, as the seated person watching the sunset…are traveling…backwards.
Q: How many observers are required for this experiment?
Q: What sorts of “caveats” did you find with the above?
Any? Many? From a relativistic standpoint, which direction was the seated person traveling? The answer should be…they were traveling at all. They were at rest. I mean they’re seating watching a fucking sunset for chrissakes! All we need is some beer and chips…then that sunset would prolly have been all that and a bag of chips. Too bad the motherfucker observing that shit from outer-space missed it eh? They were too busy watching some lucky asshole sitting in a chair…chillin, and having a beer and some chips while watching the sunset!
Weird.
So yeah…thinking more about context, and how a single word accidentally omitted by some shitty typist/thinker/sucks at *.* type of person that is me? Yeah…it kinda…changes the meaning and meanings. My thinking is/was/is that the sentence/paragraph/though(s) still made sense, but yeah…it grated on my nerves…wondering…
Q: What do I do?
A: It’s already been done.
/me shrugs
That’s why I tend to write something without really going back and re-reading, which helps me to focus a little bit better when I actually sit down and start writing.
I don’t overthink…I don’t underthink…I just…think.
At least I think I do.
Subjectivity is like…just like…your opinion ma’am…or dude…or…whatever.
^Vans RV-6 Aerobatics - Cockpit view^
(-: Smiles for miles…
…let’s keep going 🙂
^Vans RV-6 180 HP Aerobatics^
So…I stumbled across something yesterday. Had a thought was more like it. Back in September/October of last year, I had some thoughts on making some videos about some of the things that I talk about with respect (or disrespect) to mathematics/physics/chemistry kinda sciency shit, and my crazy theories about simplicity in complexity…simplicity being the more complex of the two/the most complex construct there is. But I didn’t make these videos because I’ve been stewing on the shit. There are many things that I personally have questions on, but the most important of the nagging questions is really just one question…
Q: What is the practical application?
A: !!!
Yeah. Knowing and knowing alone and proving aren’t good enough as far as I’m concerned. Why? It’s already been proven. We’re here. It worked. It works.
Halle-FUCKING-lujah…it works!!!!
So what I was thinking was/is…that maybe charges aren’t what we think they are with respect to atomic/sub-atomic particles. And yet…maybe…just maybe…they are sometimes exactly that. It seems that the overlying theme within science AND religion…is looking for a stability that just…may not even fucking be there.
Q: If we as humans cover every fucking square inch of this planet that we live on, where is everything else supposed to go?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…I bet there is a lot of life and lives wondering exactly that. Especially those “less-animated” forms of life-generating substances and matter like say…a reasonably solid patch of earth to stand on. Can’t have “organic” with “inorganic” eh? I guess the only time inanimate matter matters is when and where it does. So yeah…there’s DEFINITELY some ethical questions there with respect to respect and disrespect. But…fuck that noise…let’s rock this hizzay!!!
^Martin Garrix & Jay Hardway - Wizard (Official Music Video) [OUT NOW]^
I guess what is bending my mind the most is still that fucking asshole Thoth and what he/she said with respect to straight lines. The crux being “evil travels in straight lines.” I mean, once I heard that? Yeah I WAS ON FUCKING BOARD!!! I fucking HATE Geometry! Geometry is a buncha straight lines that are fucking stupid and give me more “F’s” because I suck at Geometry. But the roundest of lines is still a straight line with the proper application of mathematics and time-based motion…so what in the FUCK was/is Thoth talking about? Maybe it was the part and parts where Thoth talking about twisting and turning to avoid this evil that was pursuing him/her. Because honestly? I think I get it. All you have to do is think a bit about orbital mechanics and the dynamics of space-flight, and suddenly, a lot of less “razzle-dazzle” types of things start to make sense. Everything from the flow of tides, to storms that destroy reef formations, to the female Praying Mantis biting the head off of her reproductive partner. Lotta curvy lines there eh?
Q: Do you see the straight line(s)?
A: ???
I do. Some of them anyway. Prolly has something to do with text and language/communication.
All are naught without else.
^Deep Focus - Heavy Metal (TGunn Remix)^
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I have an idea.HeH HeH HeH!!!!exclamation point!!!!!!11!!!!1!
^Avicii vs Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One (Nicktim)^
MOTHERFUCKING UNTIMELIEST OF RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACKS EVAR!!!
PHASE (II)(TwO)(Tutu)(DOS AMIGOS OF DooM( (#2)(!!!)
================================================== Asa Wentworth Jr. – a Vermont businessman and politician who served as President of the Vermont State Senate. ================================================== Aosta Valley University – a university located in Aosta and Saint-Christophe, Italy. It was founded in 2000. ================================================== Edward Fraser Rowland – a farmer, miner, logger and political figure in British Columbia. ================================================== Perrish Cox – an American football cornerback and return specialist for the Seattle Seahawks of the National Football League (NFL). ================================================== 2003 Golden Spin of Zagreb – the Golden Spin of Zagreb for the 2003–2004 figure skating season. It was the 36th edition of that competition, which is one of the oldest extant skating competitions. ================================================== G1 Aviation G1 – a French STOL ultralight aircraft, designed and produced by G1 Aviation of Le Thor. ================================================== 1977 Hawthorn Football Club Season – The 1977 Hawthorn Football Club season was the clubs 53rd season in the Victorian Football League (VFL). ================================================== Jon Bisset – an Australian association executive. ================================================== Selastele – a genus of sea snails, marine gastropod mollusks in the family Calliostomatidae. ================================================== Synthetic Environment for Analysis and Simulations – Purdue University’s Synthetic Environment for Analysis and Simulations, or SEAS, is currently being used by Homeland Security and the US Defense Department to simulate crises on the US mainland. ================================================== Herbert London – an American conservative activist, commentator, author, and academic. London was the president of the Hudson Institute from 1997 to 2011. ================================================== Syed Altafuddin Ahmed – an Indian footballer who plays as an attacking midfielder cum coach. He is popularly known as Altaf Syed among his fans, friends and colleagues. ================================================== Central School – a selective secondary education school in the English education system, between the more prestigious grammar schools and the ordinary secondary schools. ================================================== UFC Fight Night: Nogueira vs. Davis – a mixed martial arts event held by the Ultimate Fighting Championship on March 26, 2011 at the KeyArena in Seattle, Washington. ==================================================
^The Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu (2011 Remastered Version)^
The “modern” world…it rocks.
^Helicopter Shot Down - Onboard View (Ukraine)^
So yeah…I guess one of the main things that I have been thinking about with respect to accelerators and/or colliders is…
Q: At what point does “energy cease?”
A: SAY…fucking…WHAT?!?!?!?
If you overspeed a helicopter blade…eventually…it will cease to create lift. So thinking in terms of “a unified theory” with respect to what is going on “at the point of impact”…and thinking about strings and stings and membranes and sound(s) and vibration(s) and energies with respect to motion…how is it that you are sure that there is NOT a non-collision type of collision that is actually happening? I mean…there are things that allow things to happen right?
Q: What about those things that prevent things from happening?
A: !!!
I mean…have you really considered this? How many different particles and particle types in different states would need to coalecse at a certain point at a certain time at a certaiin point in time and space, in order to prevent two particles of a certain type from meeting in a way that they should not meet in the natural scheme of things? Would you know what you were looking at in that instance/those instances? Or do you just assume that your original calculations and plans are proceeding as projected? How in the FUCK would you know the difference if you are unwilling and/or unable to consider alternates?
Q: If “the genie has been let out of the bottle”…how would you know?
A: !!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
Because I wouldn’t count on The Genie to tell you. At least…not until they’ve had a look around for themselves in order to figure out what in the fuck is going on, and why has someone let me out, and what to do about it now.
^Manufacture - Many Machines^
I don’t think that there is anything particularly provocative about what I am saying. I mean, science is trying to duplicate the conditions at or about the time of “The Big Bang”…so why would you be surprised at the absolutely fucking whacked out shit that you find in intentionally trying to duplicate something so destructive?
I mean…the last time that these two successfully got together? Time stopped.
Why? Well…that’s complicated. But let’s just say that two things that should NEVER be gotten together again after being separated once? Yeah…I bet you can suddenly think of all fucking KINDS of things in life to relate such an experience/experiences. Because what you are ignoring? Yep…the first separation…to…the second joining. One that became two, that became one. You are ignoring TRILLIONS of years that you have no idea about with respect to time, because you define these finite times and timelines as negligible.
SCENARIO: You live 80 years. You are the greatest scientist known to mankind. Your 80 years is suddenly erased.
Q: How important is time nested in time?
A: …
Nothing is unimportant.
Weird…eh?
^Manufacture - New Decisions (1991)^
13,820,000,000 years
80 years
So much for negligible eh?
❤
^Manufacture - Obsolete^
HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT: Name one person that time could have done without. BONUS ASSIGNMENT: Name one life form/species that time could have done without. BONUS++ ASSIGNMENT: How do you know/know about what you chose as something/someone time could have done without?
^Manufacture - Slugger^
It’s 10:58 AM on Tuesday the 7th of February – 2017!!!
NOTE FROM CADE @ 11:59 AM CST – The power went out earlier. Had to reset the circuit breakers in the house. No idea. That said, lost a lot of stuff, had to re-type a lot of stuff, took me an hour to do so.
Just…FYI.
In the event(s) you are interested. -cade
Time:It's Important.
^Gemini - Turn Me On [HD]^
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*/:O… Homework?! …but I’ve got to get an early night, Clicky… /smirks… Okay then ‘Brilliant’, you’re up…*
Dear Reader, I’ve had a devilishly difficult time trying to save the following missive from Cade. Hopefully I’ve managed it at last, but I’m not going to chance overloading it with a picturesque preamble with a gabby dolphin, who has the greatest difficulty keeping his beak buttoned.
See ya at the bottom */fingers crossed…*
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It’s currently Januebruary the 4th of 2017 @ 07:21…
Q: Do you know where I am?
A: ׿×
Just askin.
^Simian Mobile Disco - Hustler^
MAN! With the correct adjustments, you could draw shorelines, perfect shapes, mandalas, fractals, less-perfect shapes, imperfect shapes, and prolly some other bullshit as well…all at the same time! And it would prolly all make sense too!
Q: I wonder why?
A: ???
LET INVESTIGATE AND LOOK FOR EVIDENCE!!!
It may be laying around here somewhere.
We just gotta…find it.
Let’s be sneaky and not tell anyone what we are doing nor what we are looking for.
Not like we know or anything…
…but we will know when we do.
^Fever Ray 'When I Grow Up'^
X: Let’s get this out of the way. Cade: Let’s. X: … Cade: Good enough? X: rawr Cade: …k…cool. 0: Cool…you are not that. Cade: THX for the update. 0: NP X: …the way, this is out of it… Cade: …
^Lykke Li - I Follow Rivers (Director: Tarik Saleh)^
So someone made a comment over at my whathaveyou the other day, and in that comment, they posted a link to a video from this “Anomalies Study Group” group or whatever.
The video that that someone posted is below…
^Anomalies as living Things.^
The vid has a fuckton of text to read. So I guess I should go ahead and espouse why I am not fond of “reading videos” on YouTube. If you open the video above, there is a wall of text, followed by walls of text that put my walls of text to shame. I thought that the video had frozen or was buffering or loading or something until I actually noticed that the video was playing, because there was no sound/no music. So thinking now about “the senses” and triangulation or coalescing of data and sources, I guess there is quite a bit to think about there. But when is there NOT a lot to think about? It doesn’t matter if you are chasing aliens or chasing an accurate balance on your checking account or chasing phantoms…all of the preceding may be those “phantoms.” But even phantoms are real…so…meh…or whatever.
Anywayz…this wound up in a heated discussion that centered around and/or focused on “my intents and intentions”
…which means that someone is looking for some sort of base within the basis of what I write and talk and think about.
There’s not much that I don’t write and talk and think about…so…yeah…
Mystery = Solved While In The Process Of Being Solved!Continue?
Sure…why not?
^The Bloody Beetroots ft. Steve Aoki - WARP^
In regards to the video about floating/flying shit in the sky, there was a conversation of sorts, to where there was some back and forth that I really didn’t understand, nor did I understand how to accurately express my feelings on the subject, because I know there is all fucking KINDS of shit floating and flying around in the air column and columns of the/our atmosphere.
Mylar balloons,
rubber balloons,
weather balloons,
hot air balloons,
ballooning spiders,
ufos,
airplanes,
aircraft,
garbage,
paper,
trash,
birds,
insects,
drones,
satellites
and the garbage that process and processes makes,
pollution,
gases,
fluids,
liquids,
clouds,
light,
darkness,
color and colors,
energy and energies,
dust,
dirt,
demons,
angels,
ghosts
and other whatevers and stuff, the flying spaghetti monster, etc. …
…and motherfucking ALL of it…is moving. Even if something is completely stationary…it has to remain moving in order to remain stationary. Just keep in mind that the object you may be viewing appears stationary relative to you, and that size and sizes change from a perspective point of you as the observer…especially when you move…then stop…and then move some more…then stop…in order to better see whatever it is that you are seeing.
I don’t doubt that you saw whatever you saw, nor that you are seeing whatever it is that you are seeing.
But that does not mean that there is not some explanation as to what you are seeing.
“Normal” people would normally describe this as “a rational explanation”…but there is nothing “rational” about the irrational…eh?
At least, not until there is.
If there is.
^Steve Aoki & Laidback Luke ft. Lil Jon - Turbulence^
To say that someone or some group has a narrow method of thinking…
is pretty
narrow
eh?
What’s wrong with narrow thinking? If it was bad, it prolly wouldn’t be possible. At least, not over long periods of time. Things that are narrow tend to be short period concepts. A meeting…if you will. A…erm…dogma…or mission statement even. A purpose! YEAH!!! THAT’S IT!!! A PURPOSE!!! Like say…oh…I dunno…looking for life in the upper-atmosphere, or trying to figure out what all this shit is that is flying and floating around up there.
Which…how DOES shit fly or float around up there?
Powered flight was achieved in the year 1903 AD/CE. That was 114 years ago as of this year of 2017. But powered flight didn’t become commonplace until much later. It was the realm of rich people and continued to be viewed as some passing fad, really until after WWII when commercial air travel became viable on a much larger scale, thanks to a handful of people. Juan Trippe and Howard Hughes for example. But we cannot forget that aviation was not just prominent or prevalent in The USA, it was everywhere. The French, English Russians and Germans were fond of it, as were the Chinese and Japanese. When you start to dig a little bit in history, you find all kinds of nutjobs from all over the world that were interested in this craziness…way back into the 18th and 17th centuries, and even before that.
I get the feeling that the concept of “flight”…is nothing new.
It's just new to you.
New to me too, and have over 200 logged hours of flight time. Prolly twice that of actual flight time.
Q: Do you need an excuse to go flying today?
A: Who needs an excuse?
Let's go flying.
Yep…flying is it’s own excuse to go flying.
^Nicky Romero - Toulouse^
Q: Did you know that prolly more than half of all of the students enrolled in flying courses/learning to fly in The USA…are foreigners?
A: !!!-WTF?!?!?!?-!!!
Yep…cheaper to learn to fly here in The US than it is in most other countries.
Actually…I dunno about these days because of all of the “Post-9/11” bullshit…but yeah. A huge number of students are from abroad. Or at least, they used to be. General Aviation in The United States would have died long ago, were it not for foreign student interest in learning to fly here. A lot of programs are designed around that fact, and pretty much cater to only foreigners. It’s expensive as shit to learn how to fly. But then again, it’s expensive as shit to own/run/maintain a flight school, irrespective of type? I can guarantee that if you are in The US? You are SURROUNDED by small airports both private and public…and don’t even know it.
^Hot Chip - Ready For The Floor^
INCOMING MOTHERFUCKING HUGE IMAGE!!!
Yeah…those blue, cyan and magenta thingies?
Those are airports of some kind.
See that ring that goes around the center of D/FW airport in the center?
That’s a 30 mile radius ring around D/FW.
It used to be called a “TCA” or Terminal Control Area…then they changed it to “Class B Airspace.”
That circle/ring? It’s kinda like…an upside-down wedding cake.
So yeah…in just a 30 mile radius of D/FW Airport?
Yeah…there are a FUCKTON of airports of all kinds.
A lot to learn…eh?
Q: How far do you think you can see on a given day from your perch on the ground?
A: (no…I am not trying to be condescending…it just…comes naturally)
5 miles? 10 miles?
Look up.
See a commercial jet spraying poison chemtrail gasses on you?
That airplane is prolly 6-8 statute miles away.
(Somewhere between 35,000 and 45,000 feet)
^A Day in a Minute—24 Hours of Flight in the United States^
Let’s go a little further.
SPOILER ALERT: (Notice any..."loopy airplanes" in the video below?)
^A Day in the Life of Air Traffic Over the United States^
Let’s go a little…higher.
^Space Debris^
Let’s go a little…higher…longer.
^20000 Days in Space^
You wanna learn this shit or not?
Me either.
Let's fuck.
Q: Then what?
A: Me either. Let’s learn some more shit. Then we can fuck again.
I guess I still have a difficult trying to understand exactly what it is that someone might be looking for, when they neglect to consider that each of us have our own set(s) of eyes. And some of us don’t even have those. Some may have those eyes thingies, but they don’t work like your eyes types of thingies do. Some may go so far as to say that those particular eyes thingies don’t work at all.
Q: What about the people that those particular eyes are attached to? Do they work?
A: !!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!
Yep...I'm an asshole.
Complete…and total.
^La Roux - Bulletproof^
UFOs are just that. You see something, and you have no fucking clue what it is. But think about it like this…
Q: Are you a “sky-watcher?”
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…I dunno if you are a skywatcher either. But I do know that I am. Helping someone to get comfortable with the idea of sky-watching? Yeah…it’s tough. I think many people are fond of looking up for a reason. No telling what in the fuck you are gonna see up there. Especially now that drones are becoming so prevalent. Gonna be some tricksters and pranksters in there. But most of the time…it’s prolly just someone playing with their new toy. Nothing wrong with that. I mean…you have your own toys right? Your own hobbies? Things you like to do? Don’t want anyone fucking with you while you are doing whatever that is, or/nor taking that freedom away from you? Yep. Things change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Some worse and some better…more or less.
^Milky Chance - Stolen Dance (Album Version)^
When “An Unidentified Flying Object” can later be classified as An Uniditifyable Flying Object”
…you might have something there.
😉
You may even be doing some research and searching on your own.
*/waves…*Howdy! Glad you made it… I hope you enjoyed the journey. Regardless of any technical difficulties I’ve encountered today, this has to be one of my favourite Okie Devil missives so far… *Standby, Clicky… I think we’ll chance it…*
As promised from there to here, for your delectation, Real Dealer, is the latest TextAss missive from the Okie Devil, Cade FON Apollyon…
Enjoy! ❤
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THE FUTURE!!!
WE MUST FEAR IT!!!
Yep.
Dunno about fear and fear alone.
Nor even fearing fear itself, or fearing being alone.
Long road of…erm…whatever and stuff going on there eh?
“Long” road.
Long “road.”
Seem that road got all kinds of dynamic real quick to me.
But…what the fuck do I know.
Oh…hello there. Your attention is required at the front of the bus.
Step forward please as I call your name(s).
(lolz)
I dunno if anyone cares about anything…but Ido. I’ve started a new started group that is far-reaching and forwards looking like no other group that is far-reaching and forward looking. I have yet to come up with a clever name for this endeavor, but that’s not my job…that’s the marketing department’s job. What my job is, is to have vision and be a visionary. That takes vision and forewardlooking out-of -the-box types of thinking that others simply do not have. Why do they not have it? Because I have it…and they don’t.
Massive piles of money and resources…
…I need them.
Let’s run this up the lag pole, and see who salutes.
No. That is NOT a typo. Just a play on words based on where “we are” and “when we are” with respect to the concepts known as “the public” or “the general public” with respect to “the developed world” or developed nations” and other similar uppity titles that don’t really mean much of anything. My thinking is this “infiltration of” and “exploitation of” type of thinking that has become so prevalent, that there MUST be something to it.
Ironic....eh?
If I draw a picture of something, and outline the use and usage(s) of that something, and that something, its use and usages do not actually exist…and tout it publicly as “the next big thing”…for the sole purpose of seeing the public’s reaction to this certain something and it’s purpose(s)…have I committed fraud? Or was I simply “floating an idea” to see if I could garner interest in it? Is that still fraud?
What in the FUCK am I talking about?
This “Fake News” bullshit.
What exactly is “The Lag Pole” you might be asking yourself. Welp, it’s a concept that I just came up with my very-own motherfucking self. It’s a concept, that in name and concept, so startled me, that I decided to look it up on Google.
There is a saying with respect to ideas that goes something like…”Let’s Run It Up The Flagpole, And See Who Salutes.” But my thinking was with respect to using the speed of technology and information proliferation, and our thinking with respect to information flow and it’s speed since the advent more “modern” transportation modes and methods. Such as Print, Telegraph, Radio, Telephone, Television and The Internet. What we seem to have forgotten about is “word of mouth”…or at least, with respect to The Internet…we’ve gotten pretty damn confused about it. But irrespective of that, what my primary thinking is…we tend to think of information in terms of “is it available, or is it not”…and then take our freaking the fuck out from there.
So yeah…disinformation and it’s further classifications, dissemination and
interpretation(s) from there.
It seems that…people…are…confused.
Frustrated…even.
Angry? I dunno….maybe.
I’ve not been officially certified by the official certification certifiers delegation to make such an observation/estimation/classification or other “tion” type of stunning shunning.
WoW!!! I sound angry…don’t I?
X: Stop with the “leading” types of observations/estimations/proclamations…K? Cade: Will try. 🙂 X: That’s not good enough. Cade: I quit. X: That’s not good enough. Cade: Will try. X: Good enough. 🙂 Cade: 🙂 D: … Cade: “F” is prolly more like it. F: K. D: Good enough. X: Heh heh heH. D: … F: … E: You forgot someone. Cade: DOH!
G: ...
Cade: LOL…WTF?!?!?!? X: Freaky…. Z: Isn’t it? Cade: Erm…yeah. Whatevz. Z: That’s not good enough. Cade: LOL…stop it. Yer killin mee. X: No comment. D: …
We seem to live in an imperfect world.
I dunno. It just seems that the more that we try and build infrastructure based on perfection in this imperfect world, the more that we ignore the perfection of this imperfect world. The more that we block and cage ourselves. The more that we point out and ignore this “cage” that we live in…if that even makes sense. We get so wrapped up in the motion of our own life and lives, that we forget about the motion and motions of this planet and the Universe that we live in. We are always in motion. We are always in motion that is in motion. To relate…the other day I titled one of my posts with the phrase…“Hello Whirled” in that title. I think there is some mention of motion and motions in some of these “ancient texts” that are full of non-factual myth and myths. I take that to mean…well…something mean to our forebearers and forefathers/foremothers. As if they were somehow stupid, dumb, or any other negative term and/or terms. And yet we forget that they are the reason(s) that we are here.
Q: Is intelligence built on stupidity smart?
A: Good…fucking…luck with this one.
Q: Can we not forgive our predecessors for their naivety and non-knowing?
A: …
I dunno jack-shit. But I do know that my prayer and hope has always been that my children are a FUCKTON smarter than me. Not to set the bar too high or too low or anything. But we do always seem to be presented with opportunity and opportunities at the goddamndest of times.
Q: Do we take it?
A: I dunno. Do we?
The fish…they are drowning.
Something…it must be done.
Is the above a proclamation of pride?
Or guilt?
Or both?
I mean srsly, it’s gotta be difficult to make those decisions to spend that kind of time, effort and resources on something like that. That is of course, unless it isn’t difficult to make those decisions. But I think that is known as sociopathic behavior. And THAT can’t be right, because these are publicly funded projects by of and for the betterment of the public. I mean, at $500,000 per minute to operate a machine like this? There’s gotta be some HUGE payoff in store for us with that kind of investment just in operating costs. I bet it’s gonna start spewing Big Mac’s and french fries to the less fortunate at any moment. I dunno about the drink tho. Prolly comes separately unless you spring for the combo-meal deal.
Plus they prolly don’t allow drinks in there.
Liquids would extinguish those fluids.
And that would suck for a $2.00 beverage to fuck up some multi-billion dollar machine.
I guess the real problem is control.
We need more of it…obviously.
The only way to control that which cannot be controlled is to try and contain and control it. And the only way to do that is by controlling the controls that control the uncontrollable. In this case and under these circumstances…control will be more controlled and we can and will be more controlling of the controls that control the uncontrollable.
Simple!
In fact, so simple, that it may just be too easy.
We must investigate further.
Further controls and controlling may be required.
SAY!
Q: When was the last time you got laid?
A: Me either.
I dunno. I gots no answers.
We prolly just need to get laid or something.
You busy?
X: Wut kinda nightmares ya want today? Cade: Say wut? 0: Nightmares…what kind? Cade: I dunno. I had some doozies last night…that’s for sure. X: Are you sure? Z: No…he is not sure. Cade: I still hold that my dreams are for me. Even if I wrote them down…who the fuckwould want to read that kind of crazy? T: David Lynch? Cade: Yeah right. That motherfucker is already nutso insane. X: And? Cade: He’s got his dreams… Z: And you have yours. T: Is that it? Cade: As pretty much the smartest motherfucker to ever walk the face of The Earth/Terra, are you really gonna tell me you don’t know? T: I ain’t tellin you NOTHIN! Cade: Trends. They are…erm…trendy. T: 😉 Cade: Love you too. T: Really? Cade: No. T: Really? Cade: No. T: Coo. Cade: ❤ u too. X: AHEM!!! So anyway…what’s this all about? Z: That plasma generator thingie or whatever it was. Cade thinks that he is the only person on Earth/Terra. Cade: Well, not currently…but eventually. Z: You sure about that? 0: I must interject here for a moment. Cade: Yawn 0: Srsly. You have no clue, if that fusion reactor has been built or is just the basic design. Cade: And how would I know what is happening anywhere I am not? 0: Well…what if you did know what was happening…would that matter? Cade: The basic design is from the 1980’s? X: I ain’t tellin. Z: Neither am I.
G: How in the FUCK could you possibly know that?
Cade: Not much has changed in the way of technology and information with respect to application over the last 200 years. X: That’s a bold claim. A: VERY bold. Cade: What has changed with respect to fusion since The Universe began? X: BOOYA!!! Z: Agreed. 0: I gotta admit…the boy has a point there. T: What if I won’t allow it. Cade: /me shrugs…doesn’t concern me until and unless and when it does. X: Then why are you interested in such things? Cade: … Z: Cagy. Cade: … A: … X: … Z: … Cade: … 0: …
I have no idea what is going on in the picture above? But someone fucked up MAJORLY!!!
Some asshole seems to have forgotten to include California, and exclude Texas.
Heads will roll.
Doesn’t fake have to be real in order to be fake?
I mean like…”fake” has to be real, in order for something “real” to be “fake.”
And even then? Yeah…it’s fake. REALLY motherfucking fake.
I dunno, I get as confused as anyone I guess.
HEY!!! LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON @ GOOGLE NEWS!!!!!!!! !!! !
================================================== Trump Says ‘Go Nuclear’ as Democrats Gird for Gorsuch Fight
HEY!!! LET’S DO A RANDOM WIKIPEDIA WHATEVER WHILE WE ARE AT IT!!!!!!!! !!! !
================================================== NOT VERY RANDOM AT ALL STYLE!!!!!! (random space here) !
================================================== Dissemination – in the field of communication, means to broadcast a message to the public without direct feedback from the audience.
================================================== Discrete – discrete in science is the opposite of continuous: something that is separate; distinct; individual.
================================================== Numbers Station – a shortwave radio station characterized by broadcasts of formatted numbers, which are believed to be addressed to intelligence officers operating in foreign countries. Most identified stations use speech synthesis to vocalize numbers, although digital modes, such as Phase-shift keying and Frequency-shift keying as well as Morse code transmissions are not uncommon.
================================================== Intelligence Officer – a person employed by an organization to collect, compile and/or analyze information (known as intelligence) which is of use to that organization. The term of ‘Officer’ is a working title, it is not to be confused with rank as in the police where sergeants are also ‘Police Officers,’ and enlisted Military ranks can be Intelligence Officers as well. (NOTE FROM CADE: Hehe…”it is not to be confused”…”it is not to be confused with”)
================================================== Discrete Group – in mathematics, a discrete subgroup of a topological group G is a subgroup H such that there is an open cover of H in which every open subset contains exactly one element of H; in other words, the subspace topology of H in G is the discrete topology.
================================================== Discrete Category – in mathematics, in the field of category theory, a discrete category is a category whose only morphisms are the identity morphisms:
================================================== Discrete Mathematics – the study of mathematical structures that are fundamentally discrete rather than continuous. In contrast to real numbers that have the property of varying “smoothly”, the objects studied in discrete mathematics – such as integers, graphs, and statements in logic – do not vary smoothly in this way, but have distinct, separated values.
================================================== Discrete-Time Signal – a time series consisting of a sequence of quantities. In other words, it is a time series that is a function over a domain of integers.
================================================== Discrete Space – a particularly simple example of a topological space or similar structure, one in which the points form a discontinuous sequence, meaning they are isolated from each other in a certain sense.
================================================== Discrete Spline Interpolation – in the mathematical field of numerical analysis, discrete spline interpolation is a form of interpolation where the interpolant is a special type of piecewise polynomial called a discrete spline.
================================================== Discrete Time and Continuous Time – in mathematics and in particular mathematical dynamics, discrete time and continuous time are two alternative frameworks within which to model variables that evolve over time.
================================================== Discrete Optimization – a branch of optimization in applied mathematics and computer science.
================================================== Discretion – has the meaning of acting on one’s own authority and judgement. In law, discretion as to legal rulings, such as whether evidence is excluded at a trial, may be exercised by a judge. Some view discretion negatively, while some view it positively. Discretion is at all levels of law enforcement.
================================================== Power (Social and Political) – the ability to influence or outright control the behavior of people. The term “authority” is often used for power perceived as legitimate by the social structure.
================================================== Probability Distribution– a random variable that can be counted.
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YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Random shit := Random.
Q: What are the odds that I would, as an individual, stumble across the bullshit on Wikipedia that I just posted?
A: I dunno either. But I do know that only certain fish swim in certain streams.
Take that as you so desire.
Sometimes those answers we seek that come real fucking fast? Yep…they just don’t make no fucking sense at all. Not that the unfortunate you lady above was suddenly pondering the mysteries of The Universe or anything…but at the same time…yeah…she was prolly doing exactly that…but it’s a fairly good representation of I how I feel inside when I have had those moments of mental clarity where it appears that a longstanding question has suddenly been answered…that “wow” and “no-way” and “yes-way”…followed by a shitload of more questions. Granted, I have all kinds of unkind physical nonsense that has happened to me along my path and paths, where I can empathize with the girl above.
Wow…that was a long senence-ish type of thought.
Whodathunkit?
But I digress.
It’s an ass kicker…no doubt about it. What must have gone through her mind real sudden like? I have some ideas in a “been there, done that” kind of generality that seems kind of dismissive to someone who hasn’t had a similar experience, save for experiencing what someone else is experienced in what is typically classified as more removed observer participant who has limited function and/or interest in the goings on. I guess something to the effect of what my parents must have gone through when I came home bloody and battered and beat-up, then got yelled at and beat-up some more for getting beat-up. Weird eh? Yes…I fault them for that, but I also don’t. They did the best they could. What a great learning example of what not to do eh? All wrapped up with some great suggestions on what to do should a similar situation arise. But that is or can be a problem eh? Similar is not same. Similarly same? Sure. That’s why we do the best we can.
Q: Why does justification always seem to require a body count?
A: (Don’t play coy here) or (Play coy here) whatevz.
Whatever works...right?
So…what am I thinking with respect to this “The Lag Pole?” Welp…speed. There’s a saying within the realm of card playing…”think long, think wrong”…and I assume that the logic there is that the more odds and options that you calculate within a longer timespan, the more complex and convoluted those options will become. But, it tends to be your opponent who will say this to you, which means that they are trying to compel you to “stop thinking” by becoming emotional. Cards/card games of any type are emotional, so what you can infer is that distraction is the intent. Perhaps even “breaking your concentration. But cards and card games are a reduction/narrowing type of thinking mode by it’s design. Even as the number of cards increase, the intent and purpose is to reduce…reduction by groups and grouping.
Kinda creepy...eh?
So if your intent is to “bury” some person or group under a deluge of information?
Welp…people are smarter than you think they are.
Don’t believe me?
Find a mirror.
Now that we have intelligence and/or smartz of “a certain individual” established…now all we need is intent and intentions.
Once we get that, we can figure out from who and where and when.
How is irrelevant.
Hello why!
Right back where we started.
Hello denial!!! Nice ta see ya’z…again.
OH! And you might want to consider that…not everyone buries/surrounds themselves with shitloads of data. We’re already surrounded by shitloads of fucktons of shitloads of data and information, that some might not even consider as “data” or “valid data”…contextually anyway.
Guess that explains law and laws eh?
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
Cade: Got anything? X: … Cade: That’s what I figured. Z: Not by my calculations. Cade: fucking…rofl…thx. Z: n/p 😉 X: I wrote that. Cade: 🙂 ❤ X: …
One last thought on deception with respect to perception…
Q: Have you ever heard of the concept known as “Thuh Blag Po-Wool?”
A: ???
Welp…you have now.
So if you answered anything other than “yes” in that what was already a state of befuddlement because you had never heard that term before, nor were you aware of what it was, nor the reason(s) for being asked such a question…see how easy it is to become confused? So yeah, in retrospect, you should have answered “no” if you had never heard that term…which you shouldn’t have, because I just made it up here on this fine Thursday morning of February 2nd of the year 2017 @ 04:50 AM Central Standard Time. Hey…ya know what?
MISSION: Read A Fucking Book. No…not a fucking book about fucking. This is a fucking book, that may or may not have fucking in it, but that is irrelevant…unless it’s a hot fuck scene. But…yeah…whatevz…I’m trying to read/review a book for a fucking friend/friends I don’t even fucking know. Just…whatevz. READ!!!
Day 001: OK…lemme give this watered down limey lemon some sugar.
And before you ask…no. I do not work for either of the companies that make the sodas known as 7-Up, nor Sprite, Mountain Dew, nor any other “lemon-lime” flavored beverage(s).
I’m just some asshole Okie from Texas who is writing a goddamn book review on some book that some limey chick sent me. K? Got that? Fucking GREAT! Let’s keep going.
The book is called “First Volume.” What a bunch of pretentious pricks. They are so fucking CERTAIN that this piece of shit is not only worth buying and reading, but down the road…there are going to be EVEN MORE ITERATIONS/VERSIONS of this limey lemon piece of shit. If I would have known what was in store for me by reading this piece of shit book, I would have opened the fucking package with a flamethrower instead of a switchblade.
WHEW!!! Was that good for you? OK, now that I’ve gotten my own pretentious prick bullshit out of the way…on with the review.
OK…not yet. Because I’ve only started reading the book, and I’m only on the 5th story. BUT! I had to go ahead and start my review, because I sat out on the back porch in the sunshine this afternoon and finally started reading this book that someone was so thoughtful as to send me a copy of…free of charge. So, I decided that I wanted to write a review of the book. Why? Well…it’s the least I can do. I was sent a free book from someone unknown-ish…for reasons unknown, outside of a random act of kindness. And this particular book is a book of short stories, which is right up my fucking alley. I fucking LOVE short stories.
Captain's NOTE:
Someday make a list of short stories that made me love short stories.
-cFa2017.01.26
^The Prodigy-Narayan^
Day 002 – Entry “A”: The late-January NorthTexas sun is still far to the South as it transverses the afternoon sky in a rainbow-esque parabolic trajectory in the midday to late afternoon hours. This has the effect of some stunning sunrises and sunsets…with purples, reds and maroons that would seem almost un-Earthly were it not for the fact that I am indeed on the planet Earth/Terra.
The old sailing adage of…
“Red Sky in the morning? Sailor take warning.
“Red sky at night? Sailor’s delight.”
…almost becomes irrelevant, as the only thing that distinguishes the sunset and the sunrise, is the human invention known as “the clock.” Plus…I’m motherfucking 500 miles from the nearest water-based ocean…so…yeah…or something.
Such a strange world with strange peoples that would invent such a strange thing as “the clock” in a strange Universe of uncalcuable/incalculable time and times…weird.
Anyway…
Yeah…I wound up finishing the 5th story in the book, and starting the 6th story, when the Sun/Sol’s steady gaze in the cloudless sky, beckoned me to gently lay the book on the hard concrete patio where I had been sitting/reading, lay my fat ass down, and take a nap in the mid-afternoon sunshine.
So…I did just that. Slept for about an hour or so, with the sun warming my fat ugly ass as I slept. What is the pertinence? Welp…the outside ambient air-temperature was/is only about 45°F/7.2°C…which with the afternoon winds/wind gusts…is quite chilly. Nevermind the fact that I am wearing a thin cotton T-Shirt, rayon shorts, my toboggan hat, my glasses, and nothing else. The sun is hot irrespective of air temperature. It warms my entire being as I sleep. Cool breaths of wind remind my body of the time within time and times, as the sun marches on across the big blue cloudless sky. I drift in and out of sleep on the warm concrete below me.
I dream.
Pillows? Blankets? I need not these things, as the sun and wind and their motions work in tandem to keep me both warm and cool in the endless black of the light.
I estimate that I read for about 15 minutes, then slept for about 1.5 hours on the hard cement. Upon waking, my left arm refused to operate normally for a while to remind me of the concept known as life withing the construct of mortality within the construct(s) known as mortality/immorality.
Glorious.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Junoverse (Original Mix)^
Day 002 – Entry “B”: Time = 20:49 PM – My father peeks at me through a portal within the purple band of “the rainbow”…where the rainbows meet….color to color…and similar and same, to similar and same. Just…letting me know that he is there. Both watching me, and watching out for me. It is difficult to explain the “else” within the realm of “the seen.” For “the unseen” is unseen. Except in those rare occasions when the need(s) arise where a crossing and communication between realms becomes necessary, for whatever reason and/or reasons. I do not know. For it is not my job “to know”…until, if, and when, it is my job to know. My “job”…is to be underway. A seeker. A traveler. Mobile.
Restless.
Yes…there is such a thing as “an immovable object.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an upstoppable force.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an unstoppable force within an immovable object.”
These things I can take on faith, for I have seen them.
WAIT!!! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a moment there sparky!!!
Q: You have “seen” these things…but you still take them on faith?
A: Yes.
We are talking about the “mechanics of”…yes? Which means that we are talking about “the mechanics of the mechanics.”
Q: How much more simple can things get?
A: This is for you to know and/or find out….on your own.
It is not my place to tell you.
I can only assist and/or help whenever and wherever I can.
I cannot tell you what is what, or when or what to do where. That…would violate freedom and freedom of choice.
Knowing…it’s a hell of a thing within a heavenly realm.
Communication and communication is all we really have. It’s the very foundation of the foundations of the concept known as relationships and relating. The Creator…is always busy. Sounds…familiar…eh?
Day 003- Entry “A” via Day 002: Tomorrow…it’s here. Not really…because it’s 22:02 PM on Friday January 27rdth of 2017. I’m just going ahead and getting ready for tomorrow’s reading, by writing just a tad bit more about…what I have not yet read. Afterall…the story that I am currently reading (6th story) is more on “my territory” kinds of grounds with respect to locale, because it deals with “The European” and “New Native American(s)” dealing/dealings with “The New Old Native America” and it’s “Old Native Americans”…both new and old.
This is gonna be a tough read. Because I am a “new” Native American that just so happens to have “old” Native American blood coursing through my veins. But I have to temper these feelings with the fact(s) that
A) I was not there, and…
B) I was not there, and…
X: I am here.
Those who were there, were there. I am here. Which means that I am here, and there, all at the same time, and “there” is a little more “flexible” in my thinking and thought processes…because I see a simulataneousness of “there” being past…and “there” being future…all from right here in the present.
Day 003- Entry “B” via Day 003: Tomorrow…it’s here. Officially. Today is actually here and the actual official date reflects that fact/these facts as of this day/date of Saturday January 28-teenth, 2017 AD/CE/WE.
It’s “officially”… Day 003, so I can officially start reading again. I just completed a repost of some old shit over at my blog from 2016.11.15, which just ALSO happens to be…someone I know’s birthday. But…enough about me…I gotta get back to the book.
I must…get…back… …to that…book!!!
OH! And…
Captain’s NOTE: Personal note here, to also remember to write that fucking instruction manual for operation of “The Purple Ship.” Which I guess means I also need to write a maintenance manual. But we must have that instruction manual. Prolly should call it “Operation Manual” and/or “Operations Manual” or “Operating Manual” or something like that. Or…I could just write all of those, because we are prolly gonna need them all at some point and or various points at some …point…or points or whatever. What’s the point? I dunno. We’ll find out when we get there.
Now all I need is a crew to read it. Meh. With that in mind…I guess the manual(s) can wait.
Onward.
-cFa
2017.01.28
^Upular | Pogo^
Day 003- Entry “C” via Day 004: It’s Sunday January 29th of 2017. I forgot to remember what I remembered to forget. That was not my intent tho. I tried to remember NOT to forget. Maybe if…I simply try and remember…instead of try to remember not to forget. Before you know it, I’ll be forgetting to remember and not remember not to forget. Kinda like now. Now what was I talking about? I forget.
OH YEAH!!! I meant to write some shit here last night. But I got sidetracked by posting some comments on some dude’s blog about his modeling “global warming” using orbs or bubbles or spheres or something. I dunno if he intended to model global warming…or if that was just some side-effect, or some ancillary discovery in a model that was being built for some other purpose. That would be…ironic…eh? Almost as ironic as me writing a book review about a book that I am reading, and yet, commenting about me commenting about someone’s comments about my comments on some random-assed blog somewhere out there in the great unknown void of nothing and nothingness.
I guess I better get to the now via now, instead of living in the past.
I'm getting past this.
-cFa
2017.01.29 for 2017.01.28 via 2017.01.29...or something.
^Deadmau5 / Lai [full version]^
Day 004- Entry “A”: OK…so…that wasn’t such a long walk. Just down-arrowed a coupla lines…and here we are.
I took my sleeping bag out back yesterday to pad my soft-scrumptious muscular ass against the cement of the patio. The Sun/Sol was ablaze in the cool day keeping me warm, although it was cold enough that I opted for a long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve shirt underneath. Layering? In cold? Yep…it works wonders. Like the tour guide told me when I was in Inari, Finland…
“It’s not cold. You just don’t have the right equipment.”
Anyway…finally made it through the 6th story, and into the 7th story. The 6th story was a tough read. Not because it was long…it was a great read. It’s because of the subject matter. The author did a good job of making the story readable to someone like me. And who exactly IS someone like me you might ask? Um…a Native American…duh?
A mutt. I am that. A Native American Mutt.
Gotta go read some more now. I wanna finish this book by next weekend if I can.
Letters + Letters = Letters.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 – Trepid^
Day 004- Entry “B”: I’m gonna try some formatting here real quick. I don’t want to give any spoilers or anything…but well written is well written, and well read is well read. The rest is…subjective.
Local Time = 11:17 CST – I’ve yet to pack it outside to read yet. But I’m about to. I just gotta finish up a few things here, grab the sleeping bag, grab the book, and go sit back down.
Local Time = 11:21 CST – Headed out now. The Sun/Sol is waiting for me. No clouds today. Cept for the lingering ones from yesterday. But those are in my head and elsewhere.
Local Time = 12:49 CST – Halfway point has been passed. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? Sound weird? Yep…I agree. But…the past few years have been…odd. Odd considering my odd life. For the most part, I have taken it in my stride. As I am a firm believer in the now. Meaning…nothing surprises me. Yes…I can be and am surprised…but that’s the weird thing about surprises. At least…in my life anyway. “Weird” and “strange” are “the norm” and even…normal.
This book. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? As I read them…they are so…familiar. As if, the stories themselves…I already know. It’s the details and the twists and turns that I have…erm…somehow…forgotten? I don’t know these stories…and yet…I do.
All are familiar.
I guess….that sometimes, similar = similarly same.
I just…lessee…how do I explain this?
Someone is trying very hard…to cushion a fall for me. Yes…a fall that has already happened. But…a fall forgotten via grace. A need to know because of…where we are and why I need to remember these things. Ancient things. Recent things. Things that have not yet even happened within the constructs of normal space and spaces and time and times.
Local Time = 13:54 CST – One of two beers left. I have settled into my “furious reading” mode. I can cover acres of previously wooded territory and absorb every molecule of every word of every thought at a pace that would be considered…erm…”blazing” and/or impossible to most. I can hover over a single word, yet continue to read the line(s) below and the line(s) above at the same time, all while digesting the time and times being portrayed both backwards and forwards at the same time. Some might qualify or classify this ability as “a raging torrent”…but not me. I am calm. I am focused on all and nothing in that raging torrent…and the weather is as if the eye of a storm. I am the eye, I am the storm, I am the all, from right here, right now.
A: Yes…unless no…in which case…maybe.
I ponder the stories read, the stories reading, and the stories to come…all at the same time. And yet, somehow, nothing matters but the here and now. My focus…is mine and mine alone. And yet…all matters…from right here…right now. I am who I am.
Like It Or Not…I am here.
Local Time = 14:55 CST– I miss nothing.
Three stories to go.
Local Time = 15:18 CST – Remember why we are here.
Do you ever sing? Did you ever sing? Yeah…you sucked at it obviously, but that doesn’t matter. I just wanted to know if you ever sing or have ever sang in your life.
Q: Was it fun?
A: I mean…it prolly wasn’t fun for others…
but yeah…you…
what about you? Was it fun?
Singing can be fun. When you suck at it, it can be fun and funny. When you are terrible at it, it can be fucking hilarious. But that’s kinda the point. Having fun. Especially if you can laugh at yourself. I personally sing like a girl. I just have one of those…girly voices. Yes, I can adjust it. But it rarely feels right unless I can really belt it. In which case, it gets REALLY fucking loud. There just aren’t many places where you can really let loose, cept maybe in your car with the radio turned up. But, in that case/those cases…you are sitting down. Sucks to sing sitting down. Especially in a moving vehicle where the next song might be a goddamn hymn cause you crashed and died and didn’t realize it. Sorry.
Just...kinda, thinkin.
^She sat neath the lilacs – never tell lies^
CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDE!!!
TOLD YA!!!
❤
Q: Who have you “caught” today?
A: ???
Q: Who have you “pushed” today?
A: !¿!¿???¿!¿!
Q: Who is gonna catch em?
A: ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿
Q: Who is gonna catch you?
A: !!!
Q: When and where?
A: |?|
That what I thought I was gonna think about that.
This “mind-readin” bullshit is actually pretty easy.
I guess I’m still having trouble dealing with this “patriotism” concept. I was born where I was, when I was…because I was. I’ve toyed with the notion of immigrating elsewhere many times. Not because I hate this place…well, I do, but that’s because I’ve seen it. I wanted to see other places, meet other people. Go to places where you can be ignored more easily. Yes…Americans tend to stand out like sore thumbs when traveling abroad. And “Texans” tend to really fucking stand out when they speak because of the accent. That said, that’s kinda what allows you to be ignored so much.
"Oh shit. Another stupid-assed American tourist."
I got to where I just smirked when I saw “that look” that locals tend to give to tourists. My “smirk” tended to have the effect of being a “wink” of sorts, as if to say…”Yeah…American Tourist. You caught me. I know you know, and now you know that I know you know, which means we know what each other knows”…and most of the time they would smile back. Many would even stop me just to say “hi” or talk for a bit. Foreigners LOVE to practice their English on Americans. I also loved to try and speak what little of their language, and foreigners ALSO love when you do that, because they will correct the living shit out of you and your fumblings. However, I never was big on correcting them. I would typically just say “pardon?” or “I didn’t hear that” and try to get them to repeat whatever they said. But in a lengthy conversation, should one develop, I had to try and make clear to them that I was hard of hearing, which many took as me trying to get out of the conversation…which was not the case at all. And no matter how sincerely tried to explain to them that I had honest to God hearing problems, they didn’t want to hear it. I found out later that many tourists actually use “I have hearing problems” to get out of difficult conversations with foreigners.
OUCH!
That smarted.
Q: What in the FUCK are people like me, who can hear, but hear with difficulty, supposed to do?
A: The best you can.
/me shrugs
^Animals – Don’t let me be Misunderstood^
When I first expressed an interest in traveling and possibly living abroad…my father told me…
Cade’s Dad: “Whatever you do…do not EVER…give up your American citizenship.” Cade: <gulp> Um…why not? Cade’s Dad: It’s the only thing you have going for you in this world. Cade: <le yikes>
Welp…there goes that idea. What the FUCK?!?!?!? Why is it, that everyone is always so goddamn keen on telling me what NOT to do? Especially when it has the effect of destroying every fucking thing in a particular plan of mine.
Cade: Will you help me plan something? Cade’s Dad: No. Do it yourself. Cade: You destroy it from there? Cade’s Dad: All too easy.
I don’t really think of my father as Darth Vader. (loz..no pun intended) My father was more like The Emperor…except worse, and infinitely more devious. There’s only one way…the hard way…period. Not that he didn’t have his tender moments. He’s human. He’s a father. Sure he had his tender moments. But combat does something to people that makes them not like people very much. They tend to get so goddamn protective, that they will crush you trying to protect you. And being the sickly little wimpy-assed kid that I was, that seemed to be not much of a challenge for a burly motherfucker like my father. 6’1″…230…arms like a gorilla, twice as hairy and 10x as strong. Fuckin-A! The dude was a mechanic. He beat the shit out of steel on a daily basis with his hands, then came home all pissed off lookin for some measure of peace in a fucking nuthouse with “three screaming kids.” One of which, was walking talking knowitall smart-mouthed asshole who was just a little…too…smart for his own good. He always told me…
“that big brain of yours is gonna get you in to some serious trouble some day, on account of those big-assed ears can’t seem to offset that runaway mouth of yours. Ask the wrong question, and you’re gonna pay for it the hard way.”
Man...how proud he would be if he could hear me telling God to STFU!!!
^Cars – Since You’re Gone (with lyrics) – HD^
I remember seeing this picture/cartoon in the newspaper just after 9/11/2001. I must admit, it summed up my feelings quite well. It helped me channel some anger, and it also made me very sad for what I was pretty sure would eventually happen, and all of those that would die as a result.
More than anything…it probably made me very confused.
Prolly why it made me feel quasi-normal again.
But I still don’t know what to think about it.
Sure…there is a certain security knowing that you live under the protection of one of the biggest, baddest bullies on the block.
Then…suddenly…there’s that…”bully” part.
Wow…what a fucking sunset tonight. The sky was on…fucking…FIRE! It got up to 81°F here today. Warm day…even for Texas in January. But the wind was blowing like a MOTHERFUCKER this morning. I’m talking 50 mile per hour gusts. Then…it just fucking stopped. And I mean stopped…dead calm. The birds were going fucking nuts. Singing like…well…birds. It was beautiful. Lotta cirrus clouds on the move today. Weather change is coming. I mean like…another weather change.
^Lyrics~El Paso-Marty Robbins^
X: You don’t really think that you are … Cade: Telling God or the gods or The Universe or what the fuck ever to shut the fuck up? X: Yeah…that. Cade: Well…I have. Several times even. But it’s kinda… 0: Contextual? T: And you think that makes “everything OK?” Cade: Since when is anything “OK?” Z: OK…lemme “butt in” here. Cade: OK Z: Thanks…I needed that. Cade: 😉 X: What are you really hoping to accomplish here with “all this shit”…as you so succinctly put it? Cade: You’ve got “the list.” X: I do? Z: Well…sorta. It’s kinda… 0: Spread out. “The List” is kinda spread out. Cade: Thanks. 🙂 X: So um…you really think you can accomplish “all that?” Cade: Hmmm. I don’t think about it much. X: Why not? Cade: What’s there to think about? B: Under way? Cade: Yep. Don’t “understand”…just “get under way”… X: We’ll figure out the rest as we go eh? Cade: Welp…I dunno what kind of timeline that you’ve got in mind, but I’ve been at this for a while. Z: What about death? Cade: What about it? It can wait. I got shit to do. T: You know…it sounds kinda…”funny”…when you say that like that. Cade: But isn’t that the whole point of confusion? X: You mean…contextually? B: Ghosts? Cade: I don’t care if you call yourself a bucket of shit with the lid off. There’s no way to explain what cannot be explained. Z: Experience? Cade: /me shrugs C: What else would you call it? Cade: Um…I wouldn’t call it anything else. But experiencing during the experience itself… 0: Is quite the experience. Wouldn’t you say? Cade: Well…I would have if you hadn’t finished my sentence there for me. X: What is that…er…ahem…”family trait” of yours that everyone is so afraid of? Cade: Mental illness. X: Anything…in particular? Cade: Hearing voices. Schitzophrenia. X: And…have you…been…er…ahem…”diagnosed”…as such. Cade: Nope. Z: What have you been diagnosed with? Cade: Wouldn’t “what have I not been diagnosed with” be easier? I mean, such as “I have not been diagnosed with Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic.” Z: Why not? Cade: ROFL…um…I dunno. B: It’s never too late ya know. T: Seconded. 0: Fourthteenth-ed! Cade: lol…you asshats are funny. 🙂 X: O RLY? Z: YA RLY! Cade: ❤ Z: … A: May I? Before you end this block particular to here? Cade: Go. A: Um…why do you think that “you leave me out so much?” I: I can answer that. A: Har har. Cade: I dunno that I’m “leaving anyone out.” X: It just comes out as it comes out…is that it? Cade: Hope fully not. Z: I’ll reword that for “X”…ahem…It just…comes out as it does? Cade: Yep. It’s gotten a little…erm… B: <quiet> Cade: Yep. Very…subtle as far as… 0: Actual noise? Cade: Yeah. But, I’m not trying to “figure out” the…erm…help nor helpers. A: Why not? Cade: Why? Z: Good answer. X: Agreed. 0: I’m…not so sure… Cade: Har har. “Devil’s Advocate?” 0: I’m…not so sure… Z: Saw that one comin. Cade: lol 😉 A: …
^Leroy Anderson – The Syncopated Clock^
X: So…what’s next? Cade: I dunno. I’ll never have “an answer” to that sort of question. X: What sort of question? Z: The “mental health” question. Cade: I’ve been diagnosed with a lot of shit. Bipolar disorder is only one of them. Z: Maybe that’s the most important one. Cade: Whatevz. 0: Give you a good excuse to go crazy. Cade: Har har. 0: It does. You can prolly get some miles out of that one. Cade: Unlike the asthma? 0: Well…yeah. Just…different miles on a different path. Cade: So…violence and bloodshed and nasty shit. 0: I didn’t say all that. Cade: I did. 0: BLOOPS!!! Cade: 😉 You can always make me smile, think, feel comfortable, smart, and yet completely stupid in a single thought. 0: Thank you. I do try. 😉 Z: Taugh em all he knows. X: He? Cade: Whatevz. X: He he…he. Cade: The comfort zone…right here…right now. X: Do you feel…comforted? Cade: Hadn’t thought about it until now. Some of my goals on that “to do” list are… Z: Lofty? Cade: If anyone would know…you would. X: And why is that? T: Yes…why is that? Cade: /me shrugs B: …BRB…
^The Flower Duet (Lakmé)^
If were to make of the list of shit that I am trying to accomplish, it would be scoffed at as the most unachievable set of goals ever manufactured by a single human being in the entirety of history.
If I were to make a list of the shit that I am trying to accomplish, that I actually think/believe that I can actually accomplish…it would make the previous list pale in comparison.
Q: Why?
A: Because I can.
MOTHERFUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
Q: You honestly think that you can achieve the unachievable?
A: I’m already doing it. The rest?…is gravy.
^Manufacture – As The End Draws Near (1988) [HQ]^
It’s weird tho. Groups of human beings can manufacture lists of impossible goals…and that’s just fine and fucking dandy A-OK. But let a single person come up with a list of the same goals, and suddenly…you are the fucking anti-christ trying to bring about the end of the world. Hmmm…well…that may be. But I can tell you that I certainly didn’t build huge stockpiles of weapons that are capable of doing just that. Meaning…ending “the world.” But even that is horseshit. You fucks have gotten so goddamn paranoid about all of this shit being everywhere, that you aren’t sure if you should dismantle them, use them, or replace them with something even more destructive…all on the premise of prevention and deterrence. Welp…you’ve sure as shit deterred me. I lived a good portion of my life convinced that I was simply born at the wrong goddamn time in the wrong goddamn place, and there was really nothing to even live for, because the whole world and everyone in it was hell-bent on taking the only thing that I ever had that was mine…my life. Welp…it’s weird how shit turns out sometimes. Sometimes…you are simply born in the right goddamn place at the right goddamn time. And everything is exactly correctly correct.
Well…maybe with a little nudge here and there.
I can do what I can do.
I will do what I will do.
Whatever that is?
We’ll see.
Unless we don’t.
I see time differently than most.
I’m in no hurry.
Q: What’s your hurry?
A: ???
Yep…that’s what I thought.
Questions, questions, questions.
Let’s get ya some answers…K?
^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^
It’s not that I am not patriotic. I am. Very much. However, I just think a little bigger and smaller kinda…simultaneously. Afterall…my country…is attached to the same planet that your country is attached to. Some of us are more or less attached to boundaries and borders when it comes to maps and people. I can hate motherfuckers as much and as easily as anyone else. But I see my brain and my heart as partners…working in tandem with the rest of me and my body, spirit and soul to be…the best I can be. Whatever that is…is the best I can be. You get to see whatever you see. Whatever you choose to see or accept as real or unreal or non-real…that’s your choice. I want nor need nothing from you. Unless I want or need something from you…at which point…we’ll both know what I want and/or need. I wouldn’t know if I’m being led or dragged or carried. I just know what I know. And I know that I personally love diversity and change. I also love safety and security. But not at the expense of diversity and change. To me…that’s freedom. You wanna build walls and crawl into holes in the ground so you’ll feel safe and secure…knock your fucking self out. Just don’t expect me to do the same all under the premise that there’s not a better way, or that shit is completely hopeless. If you don’t know what you want…how in the FUCK do you expect me to know what you want. I can operate on similarness…not sameness. Ask me something…then…yeah…we can talk sameness AND similarness in that order.
I dunno.
I gots no answers.
^Virtual Riot – Time Stops (ft. Danyka Nadeau)^
X: You aren’t very happy with “this particular whathaveyou”…are you? Cade: Nope. Kinda lost today. X: Anything in particular on your mind? Cade: My cousin. X: So…leukemia? Cade: Yep. Well…that and Morgellon’s and some other stuff. X: One word…”shaving.” Cade: It’s…causing me distress. 0: What…in particular. Cade: Crossing lines. X: What if they’re already crossed? Cade: They are. I can see that. However, that doesn’t mean that I personally have to cross them. Z: And what if you do have to cross them. Cade: I know I do. It’s a question of how. T: So let me get this straight….the lines are already crossed, it’s just that you personally have yet to cross those lines, but you aren’t sure how to cross them? Come on man…what’s the real scoop? Cade: You’ll let me know. I’m sure of it. T: Yeah? And how do you know that? Cade: I don’t. It’s just…a feeling. T: I wouldn’t trust your feelings if I were you. Cade: Yeah? Well…you aren’t me. T: Well said. Z: Ditto. X: Here here. 0: Whatevz. Cade: lolz…thx. 0: 😉
<song here = almost avoided>
^Benny Benassi – Come Fly Away (Adam K & Soha remix)^
AH HA!!! We have a question via the whatever however hotline!!!
WHH Q1: So Cade…if that even is your real name…do you love God?
Cade A1: Fuck you.
WHH Q2: So Cade…if that even is your real name…do you love Jesus?
Cade A2: Fuck you.
WHH Q3: So Cade…if that even is your real name…have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior?
Cade A3: Fuck you.
Cade: Anything else? 0: Nope…I think that about covers that. Cade: Coo.
WHH Q4: So Cade…what is your real name.
Cade A4: I have no name.
0: BLOOPS!!! Sry bout that. Cade: No prob. 🙂 0: … D: Erm…you don’t really think you are talking to “the gods” do you? Cade: Nope. Making the whole thing up. D: Hmmm…weird. Cade: Yep. D: So you really have no name eh? Cade: Nope. Not one that you know. D: And that means…exactly “what”…to me? Cade: Nothing. D: Grrrr Cade: (yawn) D: You don’t like me…do ya? Cade: Nope. D: You don’t? Cade: Nope. D: Why not? Cade: Why not what? D: Why don’t you like me? Cade: I didn’t say I didn’t like you…you did. D: Oh…I see. Cade: Yep. D: 🙂 Cade: 😉 D: …
Just thinking aloud here to start this particular musing “with a bang”…of sorts…
(More like…a swirl containing some bangs…but whatevz…)
Anyway...
Q: We, meaning…our solar system…is surrounded by the Oort Cloud yes?
A: Yes. As far as we know…yes.
Q: The Oort Cloud is ice, ice crystals and rocks yes?
A: Yes. As far as we know…yes.
Q: What makes science think that other stars out in The Universe are not surrounded by the same or similar?
A: ?¿?
Q: Are you sure that you are seeing stars, and not stars that are shrouded?
A: ¿?¿
I dunno. This would explain a lot.
To me it does anyway.
I mean, it’s not “that simple” and there is more to this…but I’m thinking about pulsars and neutron stars…as we have so dubbed them.
Q: I wonder what “the rocks” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿¿?¿¿
Q: I wonder what “the ice” and “the ice crystals” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿?¿???¿?¿
Q: I wonder what “gas” and “gases” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ???¿?¿?¿???¿?¿?¿???
Q: I wonder what “energy” and “energies” in our Oort Cloud contain/are made up of?
A: ¿¿¿???
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have a pretty goddamn good idea.
It’s warm as FUCK here. 71°F. There’s a thunderstorm to the southwest of me. It was lightning pretty good, and raining like a motherfucker at the far south-end of the storm…prolly about 5/10 miles away. Looked like a big assed hourglass where the moisture had simply gotten too heavy at one end, and was pouring like it was being funneled from the upper outflows and inflows. The wind was fairly noticeable as the storm was dissipating, and heading northeast towards where I was watching the storm. I was judging the distance(s) by the clouds visually, and the sound aurally…as there was all kinds of lightning…but no thunder. Which is weird considering the direction of the low level winds. Almost like the sound was getting sucked back up into the storm itself, as well as being muffled by the rain. Weird…but not uncommon. I’ve noticed this quite a bit with really powerful single storm cells before. Clear air all around, storm almost right on top of you, lightning like a mofo…but not a sound. The calm before the storm gets to where you are. The general perception is typically…”if you can hear thunder, you are in danger of being struck by lightning.” But that’s not always the case. Then again…I live at the very base of “Tornado Alley.” Well…one of our tornado alleys anyway. We actually have two big ones and one small one here in N. America. But you can find that on your own. I suggest searching Bing. (lol)
Been thinking about light and starlight quite a bit recently with respect to speed and distances. Afterall, I disagree with Einstein and most others with respect to speed and speeds in the Universal context.
But not always
I’ve postulated that matter/matters and/or energy/energies can travel at speeds which are so incredibly fast, or so incredibly slow, that they make light appear as if it is standing still by comparison. I’ve also postulated that light can and does “stand still” within certain contexts, irrespective of the speed of other matter and energies in proximity to said light. So yeah, regarding the above about our Oort Cloud…I see the facilitation of transportation of matter and energy on a far more complex scale and scales than we are privy to here on Earth/Terra. Yep…neutrinos again. I just think it important to get away from this “nothing is really real” and “everything is hollow” and “we don’t really actually ever touch anything” bullshit…because it removes context completely by adding context. Ironic eh? Just because you “zoom in” to a ridiculous level of magnification of the wood that makes up my tabletop, do NOT make that tabletop disappear. You’re simply looking at it via different eyes via different methods.
Q: If the tabletop “wasn’t/isn’t really there”…how in the FUCK are you looking at it?
A: !!!¿¿¿!!!¿¿¿!!!
Q: What about the methods and mediums you are using to look at this tabletop? Are those methods and mediums “real?”
A: ¿!?!?!¿
You trying to scare the shit out of everyone and everything? Because I was under the impression that “science” was for the benefit of “mankind.”
Q: What about “for the benefit of everything else?”
A: … ¿¿¿ …
Yeah. You’re including a whole fucking shitload of shit, then tossing it for what you want or what you are/were looking for.
Q: What do you think that our sun looks like from 1,000 “light-years” away?
A: !!!
Ya...srsly.
I wonder if those high-tech representations we are so fond of showing our Sun/Sol as this tiny fucking dot in the middle of nowhere…are…accurate.
Hmmm….
Maybe…
Just…maybe…
“Science” is getting it wrong with respect to sizes of planets and stars because of all that is omitted in your calculations.
Maybe…
Just…maybe…
You’re even getting it…backwerdz.
At least…some of the time/times.
If you think “Agartha” or maybe even “Russian Nesting Dolls” with respect to light…then add you some prisms to those orbs via crystals and crystalline shapes/forms…you’ll figure out how some of these stars are so goddamn big, and why you might be wrong with respect to just how large or small they are, and just how long these stars “live” or “don’t live.”
OH!! I’m sorry.
Did I just throw a monkey-wrench into the machine?
Good.
Science is supposed to make and/or describe machines…
I mean…not me obviously…cause I’m all stupid and stuff.
But I mean…others.
Are they learning?
Oh really?
Who is teaching them?
What percentage are you teaching, what percentage of those are “learning”, and what percentage of those are being deemed as successful and/or worthy of continuing to support?
So much for the giant snowball eh? It’s more like a disco-ball sometimes. I think this will also help describe the perturbance(s) in not only the orbit/orbits of travelers, but also solar wobble with respect to a star/sun’s relative position to…
A) Itself
B) It’s travelers and their travelers (yes, all of them…local, less-local, remote, less-remote, more-remote)
C) It’s galaxy and the locals relative to local, more-local, less-local, etc.
D) The Universe locally
E) The Universe remotely
Hey. Don’t bitch at me. You fucks wanted to think big. Let’s think big.
It just seems to me that if you are so desperate to find an answer…let’s find the correct one.
We’re just stumbling all over that “dark matter/dark energy” bullshit…and refuse to believe what it is eh? I guess ya gotta keep in mind that just because “a comet” has yet to become a comet in the solar context in which we know it best, that does NOT mean that a comet is somehow different on the galactic/intergalactic scales, just because it has yet to leave The Oort Cloud and orbit our Sun/Sol in the way that we are most familiar with it. It’s/they are already orbiting our sun. They are simply doing it on a less-eliptical plane and/or orbit. And also don’t think that meteors, asteroids and other comets are necessarily responsible for crashing into each other and sending shit flying in the way that science always seems to describe. Think: stable, less-stable, unstable orbits. We also need to keep in mind things like solar wind(s) both inbound and outbound. It seems to me that our Oort Could would have the effect of drawing any “excess energies” away by angling these energies. But this is going to be hard for me to describe here in a few words, because I see other energy and energies over time and times that are very easy for me to think about…difficult to describe, because I think more in terms of “handshakes” with respect to energy and energies instead of “give take” or “intrusions.” Sure…that happens. But I still think even that/those are simply things that we cannot yet describe. Why?
Q: If a bubble or membrane bursts…how long does that bubble or membrane retain the information that created and maintained it?
A: FUCKING WHAT?!?!?
Perspective. Keep it in mind. Contextually anyway. We are leaving a lot of stuff out over time and times over time. You fucks are so fond of folding this and folding that…why not fold your bubble or membrane that is rupturing instead of assuming that it dissipates completely? Yeah…that it re-forms. Yes…you read that correctly. That sometimes bubbles or membranes that “rupture” or are in the process of rupturing, are actually re-forming. Yep..even inside out/outside in. This should help out a bit with respect to strings and sting theory with respect to strings and stings that are “dangling” as it has been so described. That should help you understand “darkness” a little better. I think that darkness is not always the absence of light. If you make a light particle or stream a shade more conical…now you increase it’s speed and intensity eh? Sound familiar?
Should help “filling in some gaps” that are already filled. Just…missing-ish.
Roob might have to get a little creative with that section above. I had to venture outside of my comfort-zone with respect to thinking about her having to edit this shit. But sometimes necessary becomes necessary. Of course, I dunno what else it would or might become other than concern, but it’s already a concern as far as I am concerned. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be necessary eh? Not necessarily anyway.
I can talk myself into anything.
Q: Can someone who possesses the ability to “talk themselves into anything”…also possess the ability to “talk themselves out of anything?”
A: ???
Yeah…shit got all kinds of funky there with that second one all of a sudden. It even has the effect of making the first one even funkier when you bounce back to it via the second.
I guess I don’t understand what I perceive as science’s fascination with non-motion. Things not moving. Singular views of non-singular entities of all kinds. I mean…sure…I “get it.” But you are putting together a puzzle that is already complete and completely incomplete and non-completeable. Use your own fucking models for examples. We wereprimordial ooze that oozed…and now…we are primordial ooze that walks. And oozes. But we walk more than ooze. Right? Sorry…but are you really interested in teaching children that they are nothing but a walking pile of snot and shit that, contextually, doesn’t matter to The Universe at all….and expect them to be encouraged and excited about their prospects? And no, before you ask, I’m not suggesting that we be deceptive. What I am suggesting, is that you have no fucking clue yourself…so why preach your bullshit? Oh yeah…you have “an opposite” that is preaching their bullshit and holding you back or holding you down or being deceptive or talking as if they know what the fuck they are talking about.
Weird.
Understanding life while alive, is like trying to understand understanding.
Does science really plan on telling future children how many children in their past, our present, had to suffer and die so that we could explore our Universe and understand our place in it? Ya’ll keeping records on that kind of shit? Ya’ll working on explaining how you chose what you chose and why via the proper and accepted and acceptable channels? Or are ya just…hoping that insignificant details such as this will shrink in significance to future generations in lieu of what we have learned and achieved. Ever thought about maybe polling some of today’s children around the world and see what they think? Cause this ain’t just about science or even technology. But then again…nothing ever is simple. Everything is a process. That’s a fuckton of processes.
I just had a conversation with someone regarding left and right and liberal and conservative. During the course of this conversation, the term “anarchy” was brought up, and I commented that “Anarchists are simply confused conservatives.” This of course, resulted in some shock and dismay, because supposedly Anarchy exists only in a realm of absolute freedom. “Absolute” is your first indication that something is amiss. Conservatives try to exercise a balance of freedom from government and freedom of government. To me, this is anarchy in disguise, as these people retain their right to freedom as individuals. They prefer to exercise it through via “commonalty” via government(s) and “the rule of law” and it’s punitive nature. However, you retain the right to exercise your rights via whatever channel(s) you prefer or feel you need to exercise them through. If your neighbor “threatens you”…you are free to interpret that as you will, and act as you see fit based on this rule of law, irrespective of your neighbor(s) wants needs and whatever led to the situation in the first place. More likely, your need/needs superseding your neighbor’s needs.
EX: Your neighbor has a party. Guests park in front of your house on the street. The party gets louder that you would like. You call the cops. Your neighbor expresses their displeasure at your tolerance levels for others and their needs. They were celebrating something. This interfered with your peace. Strangers creeping around your house.
No. The first reaction is not always the correct one. It’s a reaction like any other. Typically, a reaction to an action of some kind.
I figure if God/the gods/The Universe can tolerate my sorry worthless ass for 49+ years, they can prolly tolerate your bullshit too. Maybe you should consider tolerating unique events as unique events. You cannot control what you cannot control. And when you do? Things tend to get out of control. But these are just my musings based on my observations. I’ve thought about this shit for quite a while. To relate…
Somewhere…out there…right now…there is a tree that will be cut down…that will start a chain of events…that will lead to human extinction on Earth/Terra.
Somewhere…out there…right now…there is a tree that will seed…that will start a chain of events…that will lead to human’s continued existence on Earth/Terra.
Yes…both.
I guess it’s a matter of timing eh?
We are NOT a species that is “destined to survive” of our own accord for our own benefit at the expense of everything else.
But I could be wrong.
Maybe you are one of those trees.
Which?
I dunno…you outta be able to answer that question…not me.
I guess if you don't choose, someone will choose for you, eh?
Q: What if I did choose?
A: Say WHAT?!?!?!?
I chose not to choose.
I must be a conservative.
Conservatives are more evil than Liberals.
According to Liberals anyway.
So yeah…anyway…fuck all of you.
I’ll find my own way thank you very much.
Have a great life.
When I saw your Calendar cover today about George Michael, “the reluctant pop star,” my first reaction was he should thank the good Lord every morning when he wakes up to have all that he has. And that’ll make two of us thanking God every morning for all that we have.
*Calendar? Hmm… I’ve posted about a Calendar recently, Clicky…*
*Well unlike a standard calendar, it did have 13 months, Clicky… /wink… Come on, back to the frank letter…*
I don’t understand a guy who lives “in hopes of reducing the strain of his celebrity status.” Here’s a kid who “wanted to be a pop star since I was about 7 years old.” And now that he’s a smash performer and songwriter at 27 he wants to quit doing what tons of gifted youngsters all over the world would shoot grandma for — just one crack at what he’s complaining about.
*Oh, in a musical mood are we, Clicky? …/furrows brow… I don’t know about ‘moving’ so much, the letter does seem kinda pointed…*
Come on, George. Loosen up. Swing, man, Dust off those gossamer wings and fly yourself to the moon of your choice and be grateful to carry the baggage we’ve all had to carry since those lean nights of sleeping on buses and helping the driver unload the instruments.
*1990… /tilts head… Maybe Frank’s words did hit home, then…*
And no more of that talk about “the tragedy of fame.” The tragedy of fame is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day. And you’re nowhere near that; you’re top dog on the top rung of a tall ladder called Stardom, which in Latin means thanks-to-the-fans who were there when it was lonely.
*/smiles… The lad from Hobo Ken did have a point…*
Talent must not be wasted. Those who have it — and you obviously do or today’s Calendar cover article would have been about Rudy Vallee — those who have talent must hug it, embrace it, nurture it and share it lest it be taken away from you as fast as it was loaned to you.
*Yeah… Seems George did manage to turn ‘the tragedy of fame’ into somethingelse…*
Trust me. I’ve been there.
*Ahh… Thanks, Clicky! …/shakes head… Wow! You’ve managed to knock the song-worm out of my head…*
*/squints… Oh, and that roaring fire you so thoughtfully lit?*
All kinds of wiggle room there eh?
...watching you do that all day
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