Upon arriving home from work earlier, I found I’d had an unexpected delivery, Dear Reader…
*What? No, not a baby, Clicky! How the fuck d’ya arrive at baby?*
*No, I know how to arrive at a baby, Clicky… /splutters… Just shut up will ya and let me tell the story…*
…A care package had come in the post from my good friend Poppy Sweet Pea…
*/sings… Sweet peas are made of these… /shakes head… Clicky! What’s with you tonight? Got fun up your ‘ole tonight or sumfing?*
… A neatly packed cardboard box that Loopy had helpfully opened. It was filled with good things – homemade ‘Bounty’ bars, German nougat, treats for the pup, South Korean face masks,a *cries with laughter* cup…
*… cuddly toy… NO! Clicky, not a cuddly toy, for goodness sake…*
… And some heavenly scented bath wotsits, one in the shape of Dave…
“Oh my god,” I said biting into a properly sized chocolate and coconut sweetie. “This is delicious! I’m gonna have to make something now to send back.”
Thoughtful Man laughed. The idea must have tickle him because he carried on laughing.
Loopy, who’d been hovering around the box of goodies, gingerly sniffed at the smelly flamingo – he’s at that awkward teenage, allergic-to-baths stage. “You can always make her a sandwich,” he suggested helpfully.
“A sandwich? I can’t make her a sandwich!”
“Oh,” Loopy said dropping the flamingo back in the box. “Well, can you make me one?”
*I’ll have to think of sumfing, Clicky…*
I am now going to try out one of the face masks, Dear Reader, so I’ll CYA…
The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive for us, Dear Reader. He started it on Monday but only finished it yesterday, and now hear today…
Enjoy! 😀
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Sup y0?!?!?!?
Today is Saturday.
Yesterday was Friday. Tomorrow is Sunday.
I started writing this last Monday.
Last Monday was July 17th.
Today is July 22nd.
The year…is 2017CE
CE stands for “Constipated Enema.”
Not really.
^Kelly’s Heroes – Theme Song HD (Burning Bridges)^
This video below? Yeah, this is what happens when you start explaining. It gets worse when you start explaining yourself. Before you know it, your are explaining your explanation(s) to those who requested the explanation in the first place.
Man…talk about the blind leading the blind.
Which reminds me…when are we sighted gonna stop being such insensitive pricks to blind people?
Prolly never.
😐
^Mavic Pro flying near Airplanes | Most Illegal Drone Video on Youtube?^
Speaking of airplanes, have you ever been flying along in an airplane, and suddenly wondered…
“Gee. I wonder what would happen if a nuke went off right below our airplane?”
Welp…wonder no more.
^Atomic Effects on Drone Aircraft in Flight^
Yeah…there’s a great deal of comfort in knowing that others have stumbled and bumbled though their lives so that I don’t have to stumble though mine. And the people that have REALLY screwed up in a public way according to public opinion… Yeah, they take a lot of heat so that the smaller screwups don’t have to.
EX: Hitler invading Russia, Stalin signing the Non-Aggression Pact, Brittany Spears shaving her head…things like that.
SAY!!! That reminds me. Wanna see just how easy the concept of “dividing by zero” really is?
^Deadly Disaster at Work !!! Epic Fail Compilation Part 10^
Yeah…dividing by zero is not really much of a challenge at all.
Cade: I’ve had a nagging thought about the pertinence of the concept of University as it relates to worth and value, especially seeing the trouble and troubles of cost and costs.
Z: Oh. Why didn’t you shorten that previous sentence?
Cade: I dunno.
X: Where were we going with this?
Cade: Like I know?
X: Good point.
0: I would like to…
Cade: OH!!! LOOK WHO IT IS!!!
0: Meaning?
Cade: You’ve been awful quiet lately. I’ve not been sure how to interpret that.
0: I’m always there when it matters.
Cade: True enough, fair enough, and other…stuff like that…or something.
0: I was not there when you learned how to write.
Cade: Saucy as ever I see. 🙂
0: 😉
X: So yeah…the number 67…or in this particular case…67′.
Cade: 1967…the year I was born.
B: Been watching a lot of war documentaries this week?
Cade: Hey…I went the entire week without dipping snuff.
X: Your “smoking friends” are gonna dump you like a bad habit if you quit completely.
Cade: That would be ironic.
B: Doesn’t say much about the person and or persons…does it?
Cade: We aren’t what we do, we are who we are…but that’s just my thinking.
B: Leaves a whole lot out doesn’t it?
Cade: Yeah. A path amongst pathways.
0: Why would someone travel a path of convenience amongst a pathway of pathways?
Cade: Path of least resistance?
Z: But you don’t buy that.
A: If I may…you are STILL harping in that head of yours about profiles and profiling.
Cade: I feel an odd safety in your making that particular observation.
A: And why would that be?
Cade: Probably the assumption that a pathway is set…once set, and once set…always set.
A: You don’t feel that accommodations for the freedom of chance could be made in advance?
Cade: Sure it can. Break time, lunch time, arrive time, leave time, leisure time, sleep time, freaky sex time, ad-infinitum.
A: But “the important stuff” will always happen as planned?
Cade: “As planned” seems like a stretch.
A: But…
Cade: BUT!!! Military planners will tell you that 10% effectiveness of a battle plan is usually 100% successful.
A: And what is the goal?
Cade: 12%.
X: 2% can make the difference?
Cade: Was Caen eventually taken?
X: Monty had a tough nut to crack.
Cade: I doubt even Patton would have said differently.
X: But you don’t know.
Cade: I can only guess. Caen was on the eastern side of the line.
Z: But east was the objective…was it not?
Cade: From British and American perspectives…yes.
A: So it’s not a matter of “where were they”…as much as it was a matter of “when were they”…is that a fair assumption?
Cade: Yes. But even those two merge at times.
X: So…the goal is eventually achieved, irrespective of when.
Cade: To say that the lessons of warfare are not great teachers is foolish.
X: And yet…
B: You still refuse to read “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.
Cade: Yes.
Z: You might be missing some gems.
Cade: So…this is a case of “would you rather be the recipient of the first bullet fired in a war, or be the recipient of the last bullet fired in a war?”
X: We’ll go with that because it illustrates a good point.
Cade: Diplomacy makes too many assumptions via self.
T: WOAH!!! WHAT?!?!?!?
Cade: Just because you personally would accept a deal that you have crafted, does not make it in any way, shape or form appealing to whoever you are “offering” it to.
X: You are thinking about that TV series Taboo with Tom Hardy.
Cade: Same shit. “This should really interest so-and-so” types of thinking. It makes entirely too many assumptions about an unknown via an unknown.
Z: And people get…twisty?
Cade: That’s an assumption based on a known.
X: BOOYAH!!!
Cade: …
X: Hmmmm….
Cade: Sorry…I don’t see it, and even if I do, it’s going to be fleeting.
G: Are you sure about that?
Cade: No.
G: Good answer.
Cade: …
^REZZ x knodis – Premonition^
“On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
Movie = Fight Club
There is a lot of room for misinterpretation in that sentence. No matter how poignant or pertinent an observation is, now, you have to apply it. Something that I see that gets missed right off the bat? Everything before. As in, now, and everything that led to now, and certainly the now that allowed you to meander across this astute observation.
EX: There is nothing wise about love.
And so, a decision was made at some point, to choose love over whatever other options may have been available at the time. So yeah…the bit above about “proving Jeremy Corbyn is a plonker”, all it takes is time. If you look for something, you will find it.
Q: What did you find within yourself?
A: ?¿?
Q: When?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah…that’s the thing with audit-trails and accounting – it’s about what you miss. Even when if you try and make it about what you don’t miss…it’s still all about what you miss.
/me shrugs
^Rezz – Lucifer [NEST054]^
You have a map that leads to El Dorado. Now…all you have to do…is walk that path.
No room for choice and choices there, eh?
Yer prolly gonna have to stop and piss at some point. You may even need to eat along the way. Which means you are gonna have to crap at some point.
Anyone bring any toilet paper?
Have you contemplated how in the flying FUCK you intend on hauling tons of one of the heaviest elements known out of that jungle you barely survived walking though, carrying nothing but your own fat ass? Yeah, considerations to be considered there.
Take for example the following video about the search for a sunken WWII Japanese submarine called I-52. Sub I-52 was sunk in The Atlantic Ocean. It was carrying 500 tons of cargo from Japan to Germany. Two tons of which…was gold.
Hmmm…now why on EARTH would someone want to find a sunken Japanese submarine carrying 2 tons of gold? Granted that this search was done back in the mid-1990’s…but a quick search shows that gold is currently going for $1,255.80 per ounce as of July 22, 2017CE. Nevermind the historical significance of these particular bars themselves, which have been sitting 3 miles down on the bottom of the ocean floor since WWII.
32,000 ounces in a ton.
32,000 x 2 tons = 64,000 ounces
64,000 ounces x $1,255.80 = $80,371,000.00
Q: I wonder if there were any skeletons?
A: ...
^Search for the Submarine I 52 (Full Documentary) ||NatGeo||^
SO!!! Anti…Foaming…Agent…eh? Hey, no one says you have to buy the shit. You ARE the consumer afterall. Don’t buy it…simple. No, don’t lead a goddamn rebellion and/or crusade. Just…don’t participate. Problem solved. One less to worry about. The message will be received. May take some time…trickle-down being what it is…but they will get the message. You may even know some of “them” in that “they” when you get there.
^Nicky Romero – Toulouse^
I have no idea why this next one caught my eye (other than the obvious) but it did catch my eye, and I watched the whole thing yesterday. It’s a beautifully shot movie. The filmmaker makes some extremely astute observations about empire during the course of the movie.
Of all goddamn things, it made me think of some of my professors in college. Yeah…empire is empire. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. And I’m not attempting to be clever with a reference to Bigfoot there. But I am thinking about my DC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my AC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my Avionics professor. I am thinking about my English Literature professor. These people are very real. They are not some name that can be researched and located via tenure at some local shithole of a college.
I mean…yeah…you could look up that information if you wanted…but what does that tell you? That they exist? That they existed? I see my DC Circuits professor marching around the room talking enthusiastically in a very exited and vigorous fashion about the utter boredom that is Ohm’s Law and Coulomb’s Law.
Q: What do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
Better stated…
Q: Who do you see?
A: ¿¿¿
^NEW BIGFOOT DOCUMENTARY – Wildman: My Search For Sasquatch (Full Movie)^
Weirdos. Non-conformists. We just want shit to return to normal.
If shit like below, sprang and spawned from normalcy, then I would say that a return to insanity that is normalcy is akin to asking for more of the same.
Weird.
^ODDBALL THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO^
Yeah…if normalcy spawns war and chaos…does that imply that chaos spawns normalcy?
Pretty straightforward, eh?
Welp…I guess it’s this “return” business, or the notion of “returning” in the middle of the storm. Lots can prolly be said about the search for sanity via leaps and bounds. So I guess we need to discuss levels and leveling, and especially as that relates to involvement.
Step 1: Are you involved?
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it? But the topic of levels of removal within levels of removal are going to come up…so let’s ask a different question.
Step 2: Are you involved?
OH! You think that is the same question? Welp, you forgot time again. It was asked at different times under different auspices, so how can it be the same question? Yeah, vagaries can be powerful tools when fishing for information and/or farming information. Which I guess will bring us to framing information. Formatting.
So now that we are more proximate to the goings on, we can incorporate spin, spins and spinning into our thoughts. Especially taking relativity into consideration with respect to proximities. Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
^BLACK GRAPE – KELLY’S HEROES (THE MILKY BAR KID REMIX)^
Let’s think about that last statement a shade more.
Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.
A Line.
A Segment.
A Section.
A Distance.
A Life.
Anyone else seeing the embedded “B” in those equations?
A Being.
Does that help?
A->B
Being A.
B->A
Does that help for the return trip?
Hey…all this shit is likely old hat to many. But it’s new to me, I just stumble across it. I personally balance myself out with “there is nothing new under the sun” kinds of opposing viewpoints. Helps keep me unbalanced. Yeah…my personal “balance” is “imbalance.” I excel when I am disoriented and completely out of sorts. This would be classified as my happy and/or quirky side. When I start figuring shit out in my serious mode via my more recognizable serious side? People tend not to like me very much.
Q: I wonder why that is?
A: I have some thoughts.
^Bassheads – Is There Anybody Out There?^
But what has been burning my brain this week, other than a lack of nicotine, is the thought that a rigidity becomes it’s own destructor. What do I mean by that? Saying a something.
EX: I Love You. This measure is established under the auspices of NOT saying it…as in…when someone does NOT say it. When what is said or not said becomes important? Especially as an edifice, welp…it was established under the pretenses of the chaos and destruction that is failure. So who failed who and when? So yeah…when did the concept of love leave that equation?
Sorry, but there is something eerily hollow about the pretenses that would establish such a foundation. Such as, my constantly waxing poetic about the mechanics of relationships as it pertains to ethics. I have no desire to establish anything. But that’s a trap isn’t it? That’s what I’ll be told.
So…are we spinning? Yeah, an acquired personal imbalance has better helped me to acclimate to the naturally occurring balance and imbalance that make up our Universe. The rest of the bullshit is political musings and amusements for those with nothing better to do I guess. If I was meant to find The Halls of Valhala…I’ll find them.
/me shrugs
^Robin Thicke (feat. T.I.+ Pharrel vs Rolling Stones (mashup by MadMixMustang)^
Q: Since when are you NOT part of my life?
A: Only you can answer this.
^Prince Honky Tonk Woman YouTube^
Anything else that anyone wants to talk about? HEY! Lemme message Roob real quick and see if she has anything.
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I like legs. But that is more related to my lust for females. So…let’s talk about something else.
So…I could try and make some female knees weak here by saying something clever like…
“I could travel the length of your legs forever, and never tire of their mysteries”
…but I’m not going to.
There is always something new to be found. And I’m not talking about cancerous tumors and/or razor bumps and/or new varicose veins and/or callouses and shit like that. But with respect to distances and distances traveled, there’s something to be said about such finds, eh?
Is it what you found?
Or that you found it?
Or both?
Or where?
As in…who else was there?
Prolly some other shit in there to consider as well. Such as in the case of a new relationship, a woman is prolly well aware of her “faults” and “shortcomings” as it relates to whatever self-stylized version of perfection they as an individual have adopted. But I just got here. Yeah…I had no idea that was there. Gotta cut me a little slack…k?
I found you interesting enough to find those interesting things that prolly you and only you know about. Which means you found me interesting enough to allow me to surf those otherwise uncharted and unknown beaches. Yeah…yer an ocean baby. And ocean and all of it’s parts. You are to me anyway.
Don’t ask. I mean you can…but no one really ever asks me anything. So yeah, ask away.
^Yello – Limbo (Official Video)^
If ever there was a list of shit to say that will NOT get you laid…I’ve just about perfected it. Not my intent nor my intentions, but I do seek honesty. I seek to be honest. If I recoil in horror because your breath smells as if you’ve been chewing rotten fish flavored bubble gum…I’m prolly gonna mention it. Maybe we should kiss while I have a giant wad of tobacco in my mouth and the evils will offset. Or you can just take a drink of my spit cup. Gotta think of myself in the event that whatever is generating that smell is communicable/contagious.
lolz
Which reminds me…I’ve been thinking about girl spit and that ‘girl spit smell’ a lot lately. You know that lingering smell of girl saliva after a lengthy smooching session? Yeah. Not so bad. But then again girls always smell nice. Even when they are wearing perfume.
Speaking of women…this young lady came up in conversation in a round about way today.
Musta been that comment I made earlier in the week about Saffron being the most expensive thing known to mankind.
^Peaches – Fuck the Pain Away^
I’ve run longer than expected. But then again, I wouldn’t have imagined that Roob would suggest something so pertinent to my interests. Maybe she’s just trying to get me used to the fact that I am in fact, single, and that at some point I may bump into a female who is interested in me.
That possibility still confounds me.
I was in for the long haul.
I just…had no idea that “the long haul” would end with me still breathing.
Earlier this week a 5 year old girl made the news after her father told of how she’d fallen foul of local government enforcers in Tower Hamlets…
A five-year-old girl was left in tears after being fined £150 for running a stall selling cups of homemade lemonade to passersby.
The schoolgirl was accused of trading without a licence by a council enforcement officer last Saturday, her father, Andre Spicer, said. The officer issued a fixed penalty notice demanding the sum – or £90 if the family agreed to pay promptly.
“She was very upset and had to watch Brave a few times to calm down,” he said.
After public outcry, the council rescinded the fine…
A Tower Hamlets council spokesperson said: “We are very sorry that this has happened. We expect our enforcement officers to show common sense, and to use their powers sensibly. This clearly did not happen.
“The fine will be cancelled immediately and we have contacted Prof Spicer and his daughter to apologise.”
Translation: "We give excessive powers to inadequate busybodies and then act surprised when they use them." https://t.co/SGlebAZvlx
Of course, the former White House Press Secretary was fatally wounded early in his tenure, from a savage blow landed by a fat bottom girl…
grocer (n.)early 15c. (mid-13c. as a surname), “wholesale dealer, one who buys and sells in gross,” corrupted spelling of Anglo-French grosser, Old French grossier, from Medieval Latin grossarius “wholesaler,” literally “dealer in quantity” (source also of Spanish grosero, Italian grosseiro), from Late Latin grossus“coarse (of food), great, gross” (see gross (adj.)). Sense of “a merchant selling individual items of food” is 16c.; in Middle English this was a spicer.
As for spice…
spice (n.) c. 1200, “something added to food or drink to enhance the flavor, vegetable substance aromatic or pungent to the taste,” also “a spice used as a medication or an alchemical ingredient,” from Old French espice (Modern French épice), from Late Latin species (plural) “spices, goods, wares,” in classical Latin “kind, sort” (see species). From c. 1300 as “an aromatic spice,” also “spices as commodities;” from early 14c. as “a spice-bearing plant.” Figurative sense of “attractive or enjoyable variation” is from 13c.; that of “slight touch or trace of something” is recorded from 1530s. Meaning “specimen, sample” is from 1790. Early druggists recognized four “types” of spices: saffron, clove, cinnamon, nutmeg.
Seems like it should be 5, so to end this post, Dear Reader, a treat sent to me this week by my favourite Ginger… Have a Song 😉
On the 23rd April last year, Dear Reader, we were introduced to Pearl Mackie during the half time break of the Man U v Everton FA Cup semi-final match. Pearl would play Bill Potts, the 41st companion of Doctor Who…
*… and seen wearing a t-shirt with the face of pop star Prince, who died two days before, Clicky…*
Tomorrow afternoon, following the Wimbledon men’s tennis final, the 14th Doctor will be announced. There’s speculation that the new incarnation will be a woman…
*Wait, what?! Why are they saying 13? And that opening shot… Grenfell Tower much?*
*It’s like they’re locking the War Doctor away, to be forgotten about Clicky…*
*Hmm…*
The Hurt Locker received widespread critical acclaim and won six Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Bigelow won the award for Best Director; as of 2017, The Hurt Locker is the sole film by a female director to win in either category.
I can definitely see the new Who turning out to be woman, as I told Legs last week…
*So, who’d you reckon’ll be the new Doctor, Clicky?*
In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.
‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.
‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”
‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’
*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*
He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…
As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.
In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.
But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.
1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.
Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]
So glad you could join us, Dear Reader, for the second half of Cade’s latest missive from ‘Merica. Earlier today I mentioned that ‘ere in Blighty, today’s date is written 13.7, but for my Okie Devil chum in Texas, it’s 7.13…
*Yeah I know he lives in Dallas, Clicky…*
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TIC
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TOC
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TOE
^Jefferson Airplane -White Rabbit-^
What’s your hurry? It’s long been “group-think” that if you cannot get what you want, get it via another route. I mean…you want it…right?
If you want it and cannot have it, that must mean that you need it. Which means that all bets are off…game on. Right? Isn’t that how “the game” works? Fairness and sportsmanship go out the window when the money is off the table. That means the only rule is that there are no rules. Why…that must mean that no one is ruling?
RUT ROH!!! We got us a power-vacuum. I wonder if scientific experiments could be a root of this…vacuum? Nah…that shit’s not related in the slightest bit.
Government = —> HERE
HERE <— = Science
They must be 69'ing each other.
^The Nipple Erectors-All The Time in The World^
I dunno what to tell you. But I do know that I have to figure out as much of this shit as I can. Afterall, my kids are going to potentially ask me about this shit at some point. Ask me why I didn’t do something. Why I didn’t do more. I won’t have an answer for them if those last two questions ever come.
So the best that I can hope for, is that they’ll never be asked. It doesn’t matter whether I had some affect, or had no effect. Those are still both valid and useful in the affect and/or effect department(s), but not all share my opinion on restraint and inaction being just as effective and affective as any verb-based textual representation of action and involvement. I think sometimes we forget that non-action is sometimes the best course. Don’t think so?
OK…let’s take the conundrum of “turning into a skid” when driving an automobile that has lost traction on the contact surfaces between the pavement and tires. It’s completely counter-intuitive. Considering the nature of roadways and/or typical driving conditions, it’s almost foolhardy to even contemplate mentioning this technique, never mind actually teaching it to drivers.
This maneuver is going to take time and effort that many “experts” will say could be better spent teaching other topics…like skid avoidance and/or traction-loss avoidance, or more cognizant awareness of driving in less than ideal weather/driving conditions.
Yeah…nothing creepy about that shit at ALL. Not my car nor my ass sitting in it or anything. To you…I’m just a number on some aggregated stat-sheet. A sheep for slaughter. Better be sure.
^Combichrist – Shut Up And Swallow^
Nothing wrong with morality. I fucking love me some motherfucking morality and shit like that. The problem is…application. Morality has been long since defined. Now all you gotta do…is apply it. Or…not apply it…as it were. Maybe if you aren’t including such a concept in your calculations, maybe some re-evaluation as to your methods with this in mind could help where you fail. Yeah…hands off. Jesus Christ…even the gods appear to be pretty much hands of most of the time.
I don’t actually believe that, but it certainly appears that way much if not most of the time. We just sometimes assume that re-definition of an existing concept somehow nullifies the previous concept completely. Flight of any kind or type doesn’t overcome gravity. It simply operates within the concept of gravity however it does. Whether that be bird, balloon, bug, plane, or rocket. Gravity is about motion. Gravity is ALL about motion. There’s just some contextual differences.
You don’t need wings to stand. Not on this planet anyway. But wings are just one type of wheel. And there are many wheels in wings and the dynamics that allow them to work…but I’m getting off the topic of birth and procreation regulation via smoking/anti-smoking regulation. Maybe that’s a good thing. Not like I intentionally try and confuse myself sometimes or anything.
^Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch – Meltdown Oratorio^
My head has been kinda void over the past few weeks, and especially the last week. Null…is what comes to mind. Almost like some galactic re-positioning is taking place. Like some something somewhere at some time recently, has set into motion…a large movement and re-positioning. Not really a reset…but more of a recalculation of the existing set.
And I’m not talking about zero here…I mean null as in nothing. The concept of zero is representative of the both ether and the firmament…in motion…both at the same time. But null…is…almost like even zero cannot be calculated. Or at least, in this instance. I tried to write about this the other day, but I lost all of the crap I wrote when my computer crashed. Maybe there was something to that.
Think of it like this...
There are certain segments of The Universe, at all scales, that can be qualified as synchronous in a more easily recognizable form(s) and/or pattern(s). The stars traversing the night-sky…for example.
But this feeling that I’ve had? Imagine if every star in the sky suddenly just started going it’s own way. Yeah, that’s still a quasi-recognizable pattern in that the stars are doing something they normally don’t do. But at some point, the wonder of seeing such an event would prolly turn to terror pretty quickly for some if not most watching it happen.
Not that I feel even the slightest bit of fear, nor am I anticipating a feeling of fear. But maybe there is something to that. Should I be worried if the stars start doing something they don’t normally do? Not like I can do anything about it…so why worry? Why fear?
^The Gentlemen-It’s A Cry’n Shame^
I guess if I need someone else to tell me when I should or should not be afraid, yeah…something is majorly wrong, alright. But I get the feeling that whatever I am being told to be afraid of may not be the only thing that I might want to cast a wary eye at. Which is prolly why I write how I do. Meaning: As me, by me, for anyone but me.
So yeah, stop reading this bullshit and go find shit to be afraid of via someone else.
Or something.
^Cocteau Twins – Pitch The Baby^
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.
X: You sure you wanna walk this path?
Cade: No.
X: Good answer.
G: I have a suggestion.
Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. Who in the fuck is this fuck?
G: I bet you may have some ideas.
Cade: (I’m currently laughing so hard, I cannot think of anything to write, cept this shit right here)
G: Just right…just write.
Cade: Something like that…or something.
G: Exactly.
Cade: As in…
G: If you are writing, you are probably right for writing.
Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake. It’s 04:58 in the morning, and I’ve been up for hours.
G: Maybe it’s time to try for some more sleep.
Cade: I’m sweating like a pig. It’s hot as fuck in here for some reason.
How much money has to be involved, in order for a financial reallocation and/or adjustment, to be considered a “slash”? Or is this more a topical thing. Topical, as in, “it depends on the column in the spreadsheet being decimated you backwards yank swine!!! There are real people going to be affected by these changes!!!”
Starting with you…right? You always have the first grab at the parachute rack…eh? I mean…being a reporter…you are gonna know if the plane is going down before anyone else, right? You gotta survive to tell the tale…right? No care or concern for yourself.
Gotta get on the ground quick, dial the stockbroker, and have them sell those shares you own in the airline you were just flying. They might drop as a result of this crash. It could be fatal. Maybe you should have stayed on the plane afterall. This story better be good. Your career might depend on it.
^ZZ Top – I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide^
I don’t understand the logic in draining the ocean just because you personally are drowning. I think you are important. But I think the ocean is important too. Maybe regret is more at work sometimes than we give credit. Especially in cases of reprisal, reprimand and revenge.
This misconception and/or misunderstanding of equality. The equation is always balanced…even in process. You just may be lagging a bit in figuring out the bits on each side of the equal sign. If you are only focused on one side or the other, what else but anger would rear it’s head when someone intervenes and points this out to you. Welcome to the road to regret. I wonder where it leads? I wonder what your say is in these matters?
So much for the lure of the rabbit hole, eh?
^Laibach – See That My Grave Is Kept Clean (Official video)^
I floated an idea for a story to someone last night. I’ve had this story idea in my head for some time, and figured…what the hell…maybe if I mention a blurb about it to someone else, I can think and develop this idea a little more productively.
The idea was/is…someone, somehow, living to the age of 133 years old. Someone who saw The Year 2000 come in, also gets to see the year 2100 come in. But it doesn’t stop there. Somehow or another, this fuck survives to the age of 1,033 years old.
So yeah, not only did they get to see 2000CE and 2100CE, they make it all they way to 3000CE. A living record, of what it was like, to encounter those, and be able to share those experiences, face to face with others. A living book or living record of sorts.
Why?
I dunno. Just have some ideas about data retention and data preservation as it relates to both machines and life.
Maybe “1033” would be a good title.
^Just Between You And Me – April Wine^
So…you’ve worked in order to get paid.
You’ve worked in order to get paid, by someone else.
How are you gonna repay yourself?
I’m just wondering how the ride was prior to payday.
Does that affect the ride post-payday?
Always nice to have options.
Just sayin'.
^ZZ Top – TV Dinners (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
Happy hump-day.
^The Rings – I Wanna Be Free (1977)^
I like stockings.
The girl wearing them is important too.
Order those in any way you choose.
But we can prolly eventually do without the stockings.
Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…
July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).
Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…
… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…
And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…
Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…
*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*
I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀
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Are you reading this?
Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂
It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.
Didn’t think about that…did ya?
I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.
Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.
BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.
❤
^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^
If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…
Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?
A: ...
Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?
Q: Can you pass your own test?
A: …
So…you want someone like you?
Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?
What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.
You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.
Assuming that they are cooperative that is.
Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^
I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.
Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.
So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.
OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.
But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.
I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.
I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?
OH YEAH!!! WHAT BELONGS TO WHO AND WHEN!!!
^ZZ Top – Legs (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^
So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…
Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?
A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)
And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?
Q: What do all of these have in common?
A: DO YOUR OWN FUCKING HOMEWORK!!!
But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?
A: ???
The next thing that popped into my head was…
Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?
A: ¿¿¿
Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.
I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.
^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^
What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.
BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.
And tested.
And tested.
I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?
Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?
A: ?¿?
Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.
^Alice In Chains – Would^
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The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…
I’ve been having a very busy week at work, Dear Reader, and tomorrow promises to be extremely hectic…
*/puts fingers in ears… Yes, thank you for setting the alarm, Clicky! I know I’ve gotta get up extra early… Important visitors arriving at Stupid Hour…*
Cade had very kindly furnished us with a fabulous missive. So no funny business…
*/squints at smirking dolphin assistant…*
… I’ll just let you get on and read it for yourself. I’ve gotta go to bed. Enjoy! ❤
*And Clicky… /lifts head… Don’t forget the Song for the end… /sinks into sleep…*
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Good Morning!
Tis 09:07 on Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and I sitting here knocking the sleep/eye boogers out of my eyes in more of a haze than usual. Why…you might ask? I laid down for a few minutes around 8-ish last night because I wasn’t feeling well…and I just woke up. I JUST SLEPT FOR 13 FUCKING HOURS!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
^Cocteau Twins — Blue Bell Knoll^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Uptown- I’m Losing You (12″ VOCAL)^
Lemme give a quick opinion on why I fucking HATE this bullshit, this going on and around about this “Siren’s Song” bullshit.
Q: Are we talking about real people?
A: ???
I don’t give a fuck if they are alive or dead. They were alive at some point, so to me, they will always be alive. That’s just my opinion tho.
However…when it becomes open season on “the dead?”
Yeah…the living are in deep shit.
That’s what occurs to me anyway.
Q: To what end? Where does it end?
A: ... --- ...
And I mean…for you…where does it end?
You can chase the rabbit and/or rabbithole as deep and as long as you so choose.
But the only thing, that you will find, at the end, is you.
Well…your original object of interest will be there too…or will she?
Now…turn around.
What is in that path you’ve hewn?
Destruction, chaos and tears?
Or has it somehow morphed into something else?
Because if it was destruction, chaos and tears as you passed through it the first time, why would it EVER…change?
A: It won't.
You’ve only augmented it.
May wanna build plenty of milestones into this path you now walk.
May wanna think about that for a bit as to what you want your legacy to be, as it applies to an existing legacy that is still in progress, nested within a legacy in progress.
Liz does have a daughter.
<grrrrrrrrr>
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these people have?
A: ∞... --- ...
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these family, friends and acquaintances have?
A: ... --- ...∞
Q: Does any of that matter?
A: ∞... --- ...∞
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
Yes…I realize that I am no different by writing about this here. I’m willing to accept that responsibility and accountability irrespective as to any outside opinions and musings as to the level of my culpability. I’ll put it at 100% for you to save you some time and trouble.
But I have song lists that are rife with Cocteau Twins songs…
You are following threads that are already connected.
And if they AREN’T connected, and you connect them…
Q: Who disconnected those “loose ends” that you are now reconnecting?
A: ...
You may not, but I have some ideas as to who disconnected them.
But maybe…just maybe…your “Siren’s Song” analogy…might start to make some sense as to my thinking who is responsible for tending the thread and threads.
Gonna be some multi-threading there.
Just sayin’.
^Cocteau Twins Alice HD^
Bottom line is, don’t tell a story that does not want to be told.
You feel it needs telling?
Fair enough.
Just remember that the telling of the story is a process.
Prolly why that dude over at Horselover Phat’s Subliminal-Synchro-Sphere keeps freaking the fuck out and deleting his blog.
This is some scary shit.
I’ve committed myself to going the distance.
All the way.
That is applicable, to, and for, me, and only me.
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Alice | Pogo^
SO!!! Let’s get back to something less scary. Like say…particle accelerators and/or energy generators that continue running, even when they are turned off.
Q: DUDE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?
A: Since when is fucking not serious?
But yes…I am serious. All a particle accelerator is…is a dam that works differently visually. Not even taking into account, the normal atrophy and decay the permeates our environment, I’m calculating that these machines themselves both accelerate and decelerate these natural processes in ways that cannot be accounted for because we’ve never encountered them. That’s not to say that they’ve not been encountered in The Universe before, nor even that they’ve not been encountered on this very planet before. Just…situations that we’ve not encountered before.
There is nothing new. It’s just new to you.
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
My father used to fly model airplanes. U-Control or Control Line…they are called…this particular flavor of model planes that he flew.
Yep…they are “regular” combustion engines, but they only have a single cylinder/piston. These engines are very similar to the engines primarily used in small general aviation aircraft in that they use dual glow plugs. Just don’t use magnetos, and only have one cylinder…but I digress.
And yep, when you first start these engines, they can sometimes run backwards. The size and weight of the propeller can affect this, based on the compression of the engine – is the engine already warm or is it cold, and did the prop’s initial spin have enough inertia to continue it forward past full compression at top dead centre? If it doesn’t…that inertia will push the prop in the opposite direction, and sometimes the engine will fire backwards.
Yep…the rules sometimes change, even when they stay the same.
^front 242, rerun time^
When you start to cover your bases, you’ve done little more than create an addition level of failure at the original point and points of failure. It doesn’t matter whether or not your lightning rod is designed to attract or repel, the state still exists that started attracting lightning in the first place. An aerial tower or high-rise building…for example.
Am I suggesting that every single new technology and/or device has already been created at some point on this planet? No. There was only one Steve Jobs, therefore there has only ever been one iPhone. Or seven. Or whatever in the fuck iteration they are currently up to.
Q: What are you up to?
A: ?¿?
That ought to bring us to tobacco control quite nicely.
CFrank Davis has a nifty little bit on the differences in garden tending techniques and methods employed on the same garden by two different tenders. It’s a mind-bendingly beautiful story in both instances. One tender cuts, one tender does not.
Lots to think about there.
<ba da ching>
^Nitzer Ebb – Hold On^
Hey…you fucks wanna cut down “the rain forest”? Knock your fucking selves out. Just don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about visiting the hole it creates. Of course, you’ll all be tripping balls on synthetic Ayahuasca, talking about the good ol’ days of “REAL” Ayahuasca trips to the rain forest to take Ayahuasca trips with the shamen and holy-men, who used to be around to provide that service prior to the forest being decimated.
SAY! Did you know that the shaman who led me on my first Ayahuasca trip now works at that newest McDonald’s we just built down there?
We’ve gotten kinda down on ourselves in “The Western World”, eh?
Q: I wonder how bad the rebound will be when we start telling ourselves that we can do better/we can do it better?
A: ¿?¿
^Engine fail crash landing Super Bingo – cockpit view!^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^
So yeah…our engine on our model airplane is now running backwards.
Q: How do we stop it?
A: !!!!????!!!!
Welp…how did the little boy stop the leaking dyke in that one story?
Yep…stick your finger in there. These things usually have no throttle that you can actuate to cause the engine to starve, will run as long as there is fuel to run them, and if you use some metal or hardened something to try and stop the engine, you are going to likely dent, ding, chip or even possibly break your propeller.
All of those situations are about equal in that we don’t fly an aircraft with a mauled or marked propeller, because once that propeller is under full load and/or the dynamic stresses encountered in flight…it’s prolly gonna fail completely. Yeah…as in “turn into matchsticks at speed, post haste, in-flight. Hence, many times my dad would use the same finger to stop this running engine, that he had just used to try and start it. It resulted in some NASTY-assed cuts sometimes.
The best course, in the case of starting these engines, is to put just enough fuel for the engine to fire/start, but leave the fuel line disconnected. Once the engine fires in the correct direction, quickly connect the fuel line. However, this is also not without peril. The engine and fuel line placement/aircraft design must be as such that you can connect/disconnect the fuel line AT THE ENGINE END.
Or, you can disconnect at the tank end (if you have built the aircraft to accommodate this feature, assuming that you have a hidden tank or exposed tank…where are the leads, etc.), but you must now have a long enough fuel line, and you typically need an assistant to help with this operation (not many people willing to volunteer to put their digits near an engine that is swinging 8-14 inches of a wood or plastic propeller at several thousand RPMs) which means that you will always require an assistant with this particular plane because of it’s design features.
But yeah…thinking about it now…there are all kinds of ways to eventually overcome things you may not have thought about originally.
Afterall, what was the original intent?
Prolly a simple one.
To fly.
^TAKE ME WITH YOU – Elizabeth FRASER^
Q: How can you tell if an engine is running backwards?
A: Experience?
Welp, in this case, sound is a biggie that is confirmed by sight. Some aircraft can fly backwards. But only if they are designed to do so. If you are unsure, set the needle on the engine, turn the airplane loose, and see which way it goes. Just keep in mind that if the engine ISrunning backwards when you turn it loose? That airplane’s behavior is about to get all kinds of interesting real fucking quick. Make sure you have a video camera handy to record so that we can watch the hijinks too.
SAY!!! That reminds me.
Did you know that most aerobatic aircraft are designed to have an aft center of gravity? This makes them unstable. This makes them more adept to aerobatics and aerobatic maneuvers.
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If someone employed you, to tell their story, then fair enough.
But if not…keep in mind the story of the filmmaker John Hughes, and what he may have thought of those who tried to reach out to him, by telling their story about his stories, and what they meant to them.
I watched this documentary…and I got the feeling that he just wanted to be left alone.
^Don’t You Forget About Me – Official Teaser – John Hughes Documentary^
To say that musicians and/or artists have nested and embedded meaning(s) in their work is akin to saying that water is wet. No shit Sherlock…it’s what we do. But a question about that wet water just mentioned…
Q: Pool or ocean? Or lake? Or river? Or tub? Or shower? Do you want some company in there?
A: ???
Hey…it never hurts to ask. Maybe you needed a good back scrubbing. Maybe you needed someone to scrub your feet for you and clean your toenails. Maybe you need someone to help you onto your floating couch. Maybe you needed someone to accompany you on your journey down-river. I don’t know. Just guessing.
^Nitzer Ebb – Trigger happy^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
But yeah, musicians nest all kinds of crazy crap in their music, lyrics and artwork(s) that tend to accompany them. We’re trying to find a way to say what you said, better. If I wanted to repeat what you said, exactly as you said it, I’d shove a microphone in your face, sample what you said, and set the loop to ∞. But I don’t need that. That’s the reason I wrote this song in the first place. That loop is already looping in my head. It’s like a piece of granite or marble in my head, that I am trying to mold and shape into something else. Something less painful. A way of saying
“It’s OK, and if it’s not OK now, it will be soon.”
A way of saying…
“Yeah…that hurt. But look at what I was able to do with that hurt.”
I’m not apologizing FOR you…I’m apologizing TO you. Whatever my role, I’m sorry for my part. But that is my part, and it’s the only part that I have. The rest is up to you, and I really don’t give a flying fuck what you do with it from there. I did the best I could, with what I had to work with, if you don’t like it…
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!
^Fever Ray ‘Keep The Streets Empty For Me’^
Am I suggesting that some of these machines may not be running in the direction(s) they should be running and/or as designed to run?
Yes. Very much so. At many different times, in many different phases of operation. Startup to shutdown, and from inception to completion, in all phases, at all times, for a very long time. I don’t see this as a stretch at all. You only need to look at virtually any and every human endeavor over the last 8,000-10,000 years or so to see the remnants of those efforts.
Look into our water-tables, and you will find lint from clothing or all types from all places due to the manufacturing and upkeep of the garment industries. I wonder how long that shit is gonna be around? Maybe we should ask the fish and sealife/aquatic life that are knitting sweaters out of this shit.
^Fever Ray ‘When I Grow Up’^
I was under the impression that many of these projects were meant to offer some unlimited sources for those of us here, and those to come, via those that have been. Doesn’t work real well when you are constantly excluding those same people, just so that you can include them via your own methods and means, that better suit your own set of methods and means. You are gonna die someday. And maybe that’s yet another reason for death.
If you live long enough, you’re eventually gonna want it all. Not that you don’t want it all already. But if your wants and desires to have it all are based on the need to better distribute things as you personally see fit…how are you going to do that with “all” if you can’t even do that with “some”?
Plus…at some point, you are prolly gonna bump into the motherfucker that has already walked that path, and they prolly ain’t gonna be too happy to see you fucking with their shit. Or, maybe they were just being clever about how to arrange a face to face meeting since you’ve ignored their previous requests.
^The Knife – You Make Me Like Charity (Crywolf Remix)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau Twins – Grail Overfloweth^
YEAH!! I’M SAYING THAT YOUR EXCLUSIVE BULLSHIT OFFERS ME NOTHING!!!
Thanks.
So glad you could get there first.
Maybe it works out best for us both that way.
Thanks for nothing.
Tis' now...11:53.
I have to go search for an electrical extension cord.
SUNDAY AFTERNOON – i.e. yesterday, quite late in the afternoon…
Ironing done and I was chatting to Cade via TwitterDM…
I’d been over at Red Frank’sMeroveesight, watching a documentary about a woman with 7 personalities and posting comets, when Cade sent through a link to his latest at The Unseen Synchro. I read it straightaway…
ApolloOlympian deity, god of music, poetry, medicine, etc., later identified with Helios, the sun god; the name is a Latin form of Greek Apollon, which is of uncertain origin. Beekes, after considering the alternatives, concludes, “In spite of repeated attempts, there is no IE etymology. … The name is probably Pre-Greek, and Hitt. Appaliunaš, mentioned in a treaty between Alaksandus of Wilusa and the Hittite king, may well be the Pre-Greek proto-form Apal’un.” The U.S. space program ran from 1961 to 1972.
yonder (adv.) “within sight but not near,” c. 1300, from Old English geond “throughout, up to, as far as” (see yond) + comparative suffix -er (2). Cognate with Middle Low German ginder, Middle Dutch gender, Dutch ginder, Gothic jaindre. Now replaced except in poetic usage by ungrammatical that.
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Hi!
<I.D. Under – Genericide – Genericide 1989>
X: You lost everything?
Cade: Yep.
Z: Everything?
Cade: 😐
Z: That’s no kind of answer.
Cade: Don’t change the subject.
Z: I will if I want to.
Cade: Fair enough.
Z: But…
Cade: I got nothing.
0: I could say…”you can say that again”…but I’m not going to.
T: I will.
Cade: Thanks.
B: I have a suggestion.
Cade: I’m all ears.
B: Why is that you think we don’t talk much.
Cade: Prolly because you’re dead.
B: But you didn’t know that until years after I had already died.
Cade: It doesn’t matter to me.
B: I don’t matter to you?
Cade: Not really.
B: That sounds awful hateful. AWFUL hateful.
Cade: If we weren’t buddies, pals or friends in life…why should that change just because you are dead?
B: You enjoyed my films?
Cade: Sure. Plenty of people enjoyed your films. Doesn’t make me want to chase you down for an autograph.
B: Now…you weren’t thinking about me there…were you.
Cade: Yeah…I was, but also someone else.
B: Under what context(s).
Cade: Stalkers…I believe is the popular parlance.
B: Catchy. Prolly sells a lot of newspapers and advertising space.
Cade: Do I really appear that glum and/or sardonic?
B: That would be sardonically ironic…wouldn’t it?
Cade: Sardonic thoughts, towards “media”…while talking to the ghost of an actor. Hmmm…yep.
B: What was…
Cade: NO!!! I won’t do it.
B: Why not.
Cade: Are you your name?
B: Not completely.
Cade: Well…there you go. We all have our reasons…don’t we?
Z: Leading questions are prohibited, banned, illegal and/or highly frowned upon.
Cade: lolz…That ought to about cover it.
0: So…let me get this straight. You’ll admit, to conversing with the ghost of a well known film actor…but you refuse to name names?
Cade: What the fuck good would that do?
B: No such thing as bad press.
Cade: lolz…welp…I ain’t in the mood for discussing the concept of remorse, prior to actually having a fucking reason for being remorseful.
X: Better safe that sorry…is that it?
Cade: You want me to call you on breaking your own rule(s) and/or established social pleasantries?
X: Only if you feel it necessary. 😉
Cade: K…well…I lost every fucking thing that I wrote…and I ain’t happy about it. Fair enough?
T: Lemme give it a think, and I’ll get back to you.
Cade: Thanks.
T: No problem.
X: Anything else.
Cade: I guess only…erm…everything else?
X: We’ll see.
Cade: You’re all about the multi-threading…I get that.
X: Do you?
Cade: Not really…but kinda…yeah. Not much to get really.
0: Now that’s just not nice.
Cade: So much for the effectiveness of multi-threading, eh?
0: I’m gonna reserve judgement for now.
Cade: Lemme know what you come up with.
X: …rawr…
<I.D. Under – Police State – The Lords of Nothing 1986>
Cade agreed to my suggestion and over the next couple of hours, I found out that B, from the missive above, is the ghost of a famous, male, American actor who has played the lead in his films. He died in the 21st century but not of suicide, accident or disease. No leading roles as soldier or cop, nor an Oscar win under his belt (probably – B wasn’t telling and Cade refused to look him up. I actually used a question up with “Can’t you look him up on Wiki?” */sigh…*).
Oh and the first letter of B‘s surname is a letter between M and Z…
That was Sunday, Dear Reader. If you think you know who B is, please feel free pop a comet down below. And until next time… Have a Song 😉
Are you really going to be able to chase down these phantoms?
God I hate thinking in creepy channels like this 😦
^02 Truth Is Out Of Style^
Maybe we need to simply fudge what is reported to the GAO, based on real employees.
Or maybe we can do both.
Now we just gotta funnel these funds.
I mean…we’re using this money to protect and serve Americans…right?
I can’t help it that I am one of those Americans that needs a little personal service.
Due to my position…I can think of some others that need a little TLC as well.
^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^
Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…
Carl Bernstein calls for ‘different kind of reporting’ to take on ‘malignant presidency’
Oh my. Reporters reporting on reporting. What’s next? Reporters reporting on previously reported reports? No wait…they already do that….sorta.
So…with that in mind…if there are certain sections of the populace that are “milking the government tit”…wouldn’t reporters and reporting/news media companies be the first and last to squeeze that tit? The first to be there when it starts flowing, following the honey pot all the way down, and the last to be there when the final drop is squooze?
Q: Since when is media guaranteed to have all-access laminants 24/7 to anything and everything?
A: ...
^Cream – White Room^
I’ve been writing some crap about Texas over the last week on my own blog.
Someone asked me for some suggestions about a trip to Texas via CFrank’s SmokyDrinky chatroom, so…I’ve tried to be accommodating.
That means, talk about the good … and the bad … and the ugly … as best I can.
This place is my home.
Yeah…there are some levels of removal in my personal life…but love it or hate it…Texas is my home. I just have a wandering heart, that beats inside a bent body, that contains a fucked-up mind, a restless spirit, and a void-ish kind of soul. So yeah…I’m happy. A happy person.
I can’t remember if the person who asked me was a Limey, or Aussie, or where in the fuck they were coming from…so…I’ve just tried to keep in mind that…
A) The are a foreigner
B) They speak English
C) They are prolly gonna drop a bundle coming to visit this shithole of a state…so let them choose their own path.
My job, as I see it anyway…is to point them towards these paths and pathways that they can then travel if they choose to do so.
I’ve tried to stress two primary things…
A) Nothing
B) People
People are kinda weird around these parts, because there is no fucking telling where they come from/came from…but I think it important to point out…that all Texans are imports of some kind.
Travelers who have found a place to land for a bit.
^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^
I recently postulated the thought, that there were no limits whatsoever placed on the original creative intents, with respect to The Universe, that we currently occupy. To me, that’s the only reason that it works. It allows for both fate and chance, and allows for change, changes, and changing within a dynamic system that has some rather rigid rule sets. To relate…I’ll piss some evolutionists off to no end with an example/demonstration that I thought of this week.
It’s really a visual demonstration, so it’s going to be difficult to relate in text. But when I thought of it, I had the feeling that someone may have actually demonstrated this to me at some point when I was young. But the basis of this demonstration is to both define and non-define what “an infinity is” and how infinity relates to eternity.
^Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World^
I am holding both hands behind my back, where they cannot be seen.
I ask the question… “How many apples am I holding in each hand?”
The answer = irrelevant.
I extend one hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend the opposite hand into view.
This hand is holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the opposite hand and again place it behind my back.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend both hands into view.
Both hands are each holding an apple.
I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand…for a total of two.
Right?
I take a knife, and
cut one of the apples in half.
I locate and remove a single seed from this apple, and place it in my hand.
I ask the question…
"How many apples was I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand?
Two total?
Or is the answer…
"infinite apples, based on intents and intentions, based on perspective and perspectives?"
Or…is the answer…
"all of the above?"
^The kinks – Lola^
It could probably be said, that it is a rare occasion indeed when an infinity can be reduced in such a way that we can actually see the tangible result of an infinite set, within an infinite set, that is represented as, and by, a single unit of measure…an infinity set. A seed…in this case. But in this case, the case is encased within case after case after case…layer after layer. The “meat” of an individual apple is just as much a part of an individual seed and/or apple, as much as it is a part of the tree from which it originated, and the locale in which the tree itself resides.
So yeah…when infinities and eternities merge…into the eternal.
That’s how I see it anyway.
/me shrugs
LOTS more to think about there.
Water, dirt, origins, packing, shipping, buildings, infrastructure, roadways, pathways…and on, and on…and on.
Time.
^Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 1967^
There was someone who asked me a fairly direct question on Merovee recently. I don’t like talking on someone else’s blog if the conversation doesn’t relate directly to the owner of said blog. BUT!!! I do think about shit like this. How best to address a need, when and where it arises. All of my own personal rules are quite flexible in this regard, so I guess the only real “rigid” rule that I personally have…is…”be flexible.” Weird.
Anyway…they pretty much wanted what we all want or need at some point(s) in our lives…and that is…a motherfucking instruction manual. Some “Life: Step By Step For Dummies” guide or some shit like that, than can help us navigate the mire that we sometimes find ourselves in.
Yeah…“QUICKSAND!!! A HELPFUL ESCAPE GUIDE IN 10 EASY STEPS!!!”
lolz
Much easier to rely on others in these cases.
I mean seriously…someone may wonder by the quagmire you find yourself currently entangled in…and they may just so happen to have a copy of this completely worthless book that they may be willing to barter.
😉
I dunno…if I had to sum up “what it all means”…it would be something akin to learning how to rely on yourself AND others.
It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.
(misspelling above = intentional)
^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^
They also asked my astrological sign…whatever in the fuck that means.
I was born in the month that precedes the month of December and follows the month of October.
I was born on the day that is right in the middle of this month of 30 days.
According to family legend, I was born two weeks late.
So I guess that I was supposed to be born on either Oct 31st or Nov 1st.
So yeah…I am a Scorpio…born on Nov 15th.
And yeah…there are LOADS of instruction manuals and guides to follow.
We may not be born holding a copy of a manual in our hands, but finding that manual and/or manuals is part of the fun.
I personally can see how “The Horoscope” can be a galactic guide of sorts. An overlay, template or hologram of sorts, that shows maybe how some interstellar energies sometimes move in certain ways. But I like to keep those contextual. I cannot tell you about me and my life up to this point in a single sentence. I gather this is why people have so much trouble with profiles in social media, because we have trouble identifying with who we are…who we wish to be…what we want others to see…what we DO NOT want others to see…etc., etc., and so on.
I’ve been married once.
I’ve been divorced once.
I am 49 years old.
I am unemployed.
I have no money, nor does it look as if I will have any money any time soon, if at all.
I have a small penis.
Aforementioned "small penis" is functional as far as I know.
I’m not sure how large my penis was supposed to be, because this is the only one that I got…so…whatever or something.
I guess if it eventually turns out that there is a God/gods, we’ll have some time to talk about what went wrong.
lolz
^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^
Let’s keep this short.
(ba da ching)
Q: How many reasons to hate me do you really need?
A: ???
Is the answer “one?”
^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^
So yeah…a walk.
I actually have no problem at all with commitment or being committed to something or someone.
It’s really kinda easy to commit to something or someone.
But there are two parts to that equation…and I can only handle one side of it.
So yeah…now…you actually gotta go do whatever it is that you have committed to doing.
Sup y0?!?!?!?
Rebellion requires a stimulus, and cannot exist in and of itself.
Happy hump-day.
Are you reading this?
Hi!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY YOU FUCKING 
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