Category: Who Knows What

Missive From ‘Merica: The Truth Is… Sumwear? */shrugs…*

Red Frank has a new Merovee post up, Dear Reader, and he makes an observation aboot last night’s post…

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*De Cade… :D Cade… 😀 …*

Blue Frank also has a post up and makes an observation about his name…

Cade ponders CFD and CFA and X chimes in

Alley… Ali… Ally… Allyness…

 

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There now follows a missive from Cade… His last… Probably…

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Sup y0, and y0s, and y0-y0s, n’shit like that?

LET’S DO THE FUCKING NEWS ASSHEADS!!!

^Losers – Summertime Rolls (Hybrid Remix)^
75mp1
Utah officials release 911 call of man who apparently started fire

Apparently…

apparently.

Hmmm….

If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…

Q: Now what?

A: ...

“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”

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"Thanks for the fish."

Not that anything is fishy or anything.

Prolly a hook somewhere tho.

Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^

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So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.

Um…I have a question…

Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”

A: ...

Obviously, you either…

A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.

Or…

B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.

Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.

Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.

You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.

But then again…maybe not.

Just sayin'.

Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.

^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^

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Um…one other thing?

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”

A: ???

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?

A: ???

Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?

The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.

So...yeah...power.

Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.

Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?

A: ???

Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.

^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^

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Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.

I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.

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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…

Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?

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A1: ?!?!?

Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”

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A2: ?

Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?


A3:

The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.

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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…

Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.

I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.

Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?

Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.

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This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.

My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.

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“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.

^Numb – Lies^

I guess that software updates are now news channels.

“The second in the last two months?”

I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.

Yeah...I realize you don't care.

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There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^

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Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.

The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.

They are HUGE signs, and simply say…

NO FIREWORKS!!!

NO GUNFIRE!!!

Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.

Now…I wonder why that would be?

You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.

Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.

Weird...eh?

Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.

Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.

Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.

^Interactive – No Control 1990^

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We’ve been through this nonsense before.

“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”

 <yawn>

I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.

I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.

^Front 242 Masterhit^

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I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.

I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.

^Bigod 20 – America^

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Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.

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They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.

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But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.

^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^

Now…you are probably wondering…

Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?

A: ???!!!???!!!???

Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.

EX:

Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.

Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.

Q: When? A: I just did.

To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.

Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.

Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???

Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)

Let’s try this then…

 ^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^

Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.

Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.

Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.

Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.

0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0

Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.

0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0

Yep…just that quickly.

Now…

Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?

A: ???

I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”

But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.

There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.

The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.

So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.

BUT! That’s how we learn.

Pathways of all kinds.
 ^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^

Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.

Assuming that they actually are…that is.

^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^

I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.

As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.

But what about when the straws stop moving?

Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.

If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.

If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.

Yeah…context.

Time is...erm...weird.
 ^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.

OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)

"geometric gif"
or
"geometry gif"

or

"infinite loop gif"

or

"infinite loops gif"

There are some other terms and other methods that I use as well, but I’ll keep those in reserve for now.

😉
 ^Nitzer Ebb – Join In The Chant (Surgeon Remix)^

I gotta go.

cYa | cFa

 ^Agrezzior – Strong We Stand^

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*Belay that Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*

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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.

Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.

You divided this shit up in the first place.

Is it my fault that…

A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?

I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.

I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.

 Everything is already connected and together.

Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.

Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.

“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.

 How ironic...eh?

I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…

1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.

Yep…scary thought(s)…eh?

All...or nothing.

Q: What’s wrong with nothing?

 A: ¿?¿
^Depeche Mode – Nothing (video)^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Never Lego
		
	
	

		
The Okie Devil is sick, Dear Reader…




*That’s right, Clicky, he’s postponed setting off until he’s feeling better… *


…Luckily for us, he’s sent through another missive, although he does seem somewhat tetchy…




*What? No, of course I’m not happy about him leaving home to walk fuck knows where with a backpack full of tortillas. But what can I do?*




 


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This, whatever this is that is about to unfold, is gonna be a little different today.


Today, where and when I am, it is Tuesday June 27th of 2017.


How the fuck are ya?




^Greatest Vocal Trance Of All Time 1 of 3 God’s Compilation^




Let’s start at Merovee, CFrank Davis’ “normal” blog, RooBeeDoo’s LoL, via Twitter, and Leg Iron’s UBU blog.


Meh…let’s skip all those unimportant assholes…they aren’t paying my bills, nor do they help me in any way, shape, or form.


So … Merovee … … … a post entitled “Family” … a comment by a certain RooBeeDoo2 … a link to a tweet … a picture of two independent sets of some nice legs that are in distress (and in some nice dresses…ba da ching)…


a back in distress (in back…ba da ching)…


a warping clock that could be a metaphor for all kinds of time distortions.


(ba da ching = averted/omitted)





Did I mention that these nice legs that are in distress are attached to people? Yeah. So is the back in back that is in distress that appears to be pushing a dolly/hand-truck. But I don’t want to assume the dude’s gender if he is actually a girl…so I’m avoiding thinking about whether or not those legs are nice or not. I bet those legs are pretty nice to them tho…so…yeah.


So…to see if that dude is actually pushing a dolly/hand-truck…I zoomed in on her, to see if I could figure out what kind of voter registration card he might be carrying in her wallet.


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I mean hell, those two girls walking with their legs all twisted are WAY too fucking hot for me. Plus, they carry GIANT fucking handbags, so obviously…they are materialistic sluts who fuck for money/only dig rich dudes. They prolly only work at normal jobs for tax reasons. But I digress.




Yeah…that zoom function on MSPaint really didn’t help me out much. It went from looking like someone pushing a dolly, to someone who is grappling with a pixelated gateway to hell, that is full of fiery evil souls that are trying to escape into the earthly realms to wreak havoc and destruction on unsuspecting humans.


 Good thing this poor fucker has intervened for us, eh? 


Anyway…yeah…the zoom doesn’t tell me much…but there do appear to be some wheels … so … we’ll assume this dolly’s gender and intentions, and yeah…back problems just looking for a place to way to happen. I don’t know what that yellow thing that he/she/it is headed for, but those hell demons better hope that isn’t a mopping bucket full of water. Prolly wouldn’t be holy water, but…maybe that’s what the demons are needing…unholy water created from some poor fuck tasked with the unenviable task of mopping a goddamn bridge.


Now…I wonder what events could transpire, that could necessitate the need for a bridge, of all goddamn things, to be mopped. I can think of a reason. Several reasons. Weird what happens when train wrecks collide. But I digress.




Yeah…obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. Not that there aren’t some fucks sitting back and saying, “it’s win/win” while spinning opportunity and opportunities.


Like seeks like.


That's what just popped into my head.


Calm seeks calm.


Calamity seeks calamity.


Hmmmm....the name "John Walsh" just popped up.


For anyone not residing in the USA, or those too young to know…look up a show called “America’s Most Wanted” and “Adam’s Law” while searching for “John Walsh” for some background.


Anyway…yeah…these girls and their legs. Both right knees, right shins, right feet, right thighs, left hips, left feet, left mid-back… appear to be in some distress. I dunno why they aren’t walking right in the middle of that avenue so that they can avoid having to avoid those obstacles…but these ARE women we are talking about…and we all know…that women…are dumb.


I mean, that one is on a fucking cellphone for chrissakes.


Who walks on a fucking bridge while talking on a cellphone? What if she were to walk over the edge of that bridge and fall into the water because she wasn’t paying attention?!?!?!? Stupid bitch got what she deserved. Now she is gonna die from some skanky disease because of exposure to that nasty-assed water that she could have avoided if she had taken an Uber-Powered auto-driving cab. If only she had an iPhone instead of Android. Stupid bitch is prolly on a fucking outdated Blackberry.


GOD DAMN WOMEN ARE STUPID!!!!


UPGRADE STUPID FEMALE!!!


Q: Why aren’t they stupid enough to date me?


A: COME ON EVOLUTION/DE-EVOLUTION!!! Work thy magic for me!!!!


😉




Yeah…the woman in front has some cool shoes. But so does the woman to the right. But I cringe when thinking about those heels on that bridge. Especially when she has to move over and over again to avoid shit. But what is really on my mind at this point…is…


Q: How in the FUCK does someone obtain a permit to set up shop on a fucking bridge to sell shit?


A: ...


Not that I am opposed to someone plying their wares on a public walkway of any kind…but…they appear to have a monopoly going on there. Must be some sort of protection racket or union that ensures that little man is looked after in protecting their right to a monopoly. Hey! They thought of the idea first. You snooze…you loose.


Anyway…yeah…prolly all kinds of protection and protections happening on that bridge.


WHAT IN THE FUCK DO THOSE ASSHOLES ON BICYCLES THINK THEY ARE DOING IN THE GODDAMN BUS LANE???!!!???!!!???


Don’t those stupid fucks realize that “getting hit by a bus” is the number one reason for untimely death in the protection racket rings and schools of thought?!?!?!?


GOD DAMN PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!!


/initiate evolutionary change check to see if ....ah fuck it...lost cause...


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I wonder who makes those walls? Like…manufactures them? I wonder if they are in any unions and/or trade groups, professional associations, etc.?


Q: WHY NOT TAKE THE DAMN THING APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKS?!?!?!?


A: ...


Sorry, but if it’s that important to you, and the damn thing is gonna come down anyway, why not treat it with some of that TLC that you are espousing it needs? I care what happens to it. I’d like to see it some day. I could stand on that bridge and talk to chicks, maybe pick up a few postcards and a T-Shirt or something.


Q: Does the bus stop on the bridge if a passenger needs to board a bus there?


Q: What if they’ve tried to make it to the next bus stop, but physically cannot make it?


Q: I thought you were big on making exceptions?


Wait…maybe I’m confused. We are hanging on to the past, from the present, while building better…right?


Q: Where?


A: ...




Q: How many gallons of paint were used on painting the street lines and signs and whatever on that street?


A: ...


I wonder how much that paint weighs.


Q: How often is painting/repainting required?


A: ...


Q: Do the design(s) and location(s) ever change with respect to what is painted where?


A: ...


Q: What about the chemical makeup of the paint? Does that ever change?


A: ...


Q: What about the old paint that flakes off…where does it go?


A: ...


Q: Is there an accurate audit-trail as to what paints were used where, when, the amounts, the types, chemical makeup and formulations, etc. etc.?


A: ...


Q: Is that information freely and readily available and free to the public which it serves?


A: ...


Yep. Your government. It is what it is. It’s yours afterall.


So much for these “not my <insert name and/or position and/or title here>” types of placards and signs, eh?


Signs...signs...neverywhere...signs.




There is NO…FUCKING…WAY…that real-estate prices in that area are as such that a fucking souvenir shop can pull in the kind of money required to afford land in that area. Oh wait…it’s technically hovering, and not actually on land…like…terra-firma kind of land. Wait…isn’t there all kinds of legal wranglings with respect to bridges and waterways and shit like that?


Welp…who cares. This fucking asshole is flying in restricted airspace without clearance and prolly is not a properly licensed and certified pilot. Hell…the fucker doesn’t even have a goddamn airplane. Prolly breaking some physical laws. LET’S BUST THIS ASSHOLE FOR BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! GET HIM AND/OR HER, THEM…OR…WHATEVER!!!




<Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch.wmv>




Speaking of breaking some physical laws…it would appear that those with super-powers have finally infiltrated professional sports. I mean…that guy punches so fucking fast…you can’t even see it. There ought to be some kind of law. And if there is already some law…the evidence is overwhelming.


BAN HIM!!! (or her) …whatever…just…DO SOMETHING!!! REVENUES MIGHT SUFFER!!!


Or go up...hmmmmmmm....let's talk this over...




<Hey You – The Rock Steady Crew>




So…since we are dealing with permanent and permanence…let’s make a course adjustment in the correct direction…




So…you want your shit to fucking always and forever…stay the same…right?


I'd suggest ice.


Yeah…find a big fucking block of ice, and jump the fuck into it.


I ain’t gonna volunteer to watch your dumb ass to make sure nothing changes, but I may drop in occasionally to check on ya. Maybe see if you’ve changed your mind. But no chance of that, eh? You wanted static and unchanging…and you got it…so…yeah…no changes to be had.


Let’s imagine that you have a kid.


You encourage this kid to become a doctor.


You, are less financially viable than you would like, and want better for you kid, hence…you encourage along the medical path.


Nothing wrong with that ❤


However…your kid is going to inherit a fucking nightmare.


20 years from now, this kid of yours is going to be forced into a corner, where they are required to provide answers for something that they had absolutely nothing to do with.


They had no idea that this kind of shit was going on 20 years ago.




“Fuckin’ A mom…I was only 10 years old at the time…I was playing Minecraft with friends and reading comic books about aliens from outer-space.”




I wasn’t researching hidden research that was protected by proprietary and/or corporate law(s).


No one else knew what they were doing.


Hell…even they weren’t sure what in the fuck they were doing.


They had no idea as to the long-term effects of these experimental technologies.


Q: You sure your child is up to the challenge?


A: ...


Q: Are you?


A: ...


I’m betting that you are.


I’m with ya.


I’m cheering you on.


Not so sure about some of the tinkering that is going to require your child to walk that path, which is going to require you to walk it with them…but that remains to be seen, eh?


I have faith…that if your child and you indeed have to walk that path…that there is a reason and reasons…reason and reasons that you have been chosen to walk it…that there is hope.




 


Yeah…I kinda went off at CFrank Davis’ blog the other day. And I realize that much of what Frank says is kinda tongue-in-cheek stuff that is sometimes written with the intent of getting a reaction. I see nothing wrong with that, but yeah…all kinds of shit wrong with that. Primarily, the thought of using the same modes and methods to oppose something that is using modes and methods that is generating opposition.


I understand that kind of thinking tho. I’m not fond of thinking that way, but then again I’m a lazy fuck who doesn’t like thinking at all. Too much work. Too much hassle. Let the Pros and prose handle this. Wait…prose is me. I’m all plain and stupid…uneducated and uncertified. What was I talking about?


Oh yeah....raising an army to fight an army.


Pro-Tip: I’d watch the groin and shins if I were you. Nothing like an expected leggy to defeat a well armed army.


Yeah…Frank imbeds some interesting thoughts in his writings when he isn’t being a frothed mouth lunatic about anti-smoking. Lots off cool stuff to ponder and think about. Even if it’s just for fun. But then again…why isn’t figuring shit out fun? I think it’s fun. Not an opinion shared by very many…but…yeah or whatever.




<Haysi Fantayzee – John Wayne is big Leggy 1982>




That’s all I have for now.


Hope all of that bullshit makes sense, and that you are in no way as confused as I am.


I mean…yeah…sometimes I may “lead-on” that I am a shade more confused than I actually am…but I have my reasons for that.


I am not looking for answers for me.


I am looking for that which I can pass on.


Anything for me, and me alone, outside of the joy of the ride itself, does me no good.


Sometimes, there’s lots of data to ponder in such cases…sometimes, not so much.


I gots no answers.


Q: Is my “looking” not good enough?


A: I dunno either /me shrugs


I do work for you afterall.


/shrug


It’s much more difficult to parse a person and their life than some might think.


I’m thankful for the opportunity to help when and where I can.


∞/shrug\∞




So finally…to Leg Iron’s Underdog Bites Upwards blog. I’ve had the pleasure of the opportunity to speak with someone directly this week via Twitter, and I gotta give a shout-out to her writing.


CynaraeStMary


I had no idea that other people ever wrote articles at UBU, but I’ve no idea why I would know…so…yeah. She pointed me in the direction of some of her writing, and it’s pretty damn good. I liked it anyway. “Very observant and relatable” is how I would describe it. A state of being that is shared. Almost that “voice speaking to the wind as if no one is listening” type of writing, that I personally enjoy. A story to be told. Doesn’t matter if that story “should be told” or “needs to be told”…it’s beyond that kind of nonsense…it is being told…and that’s all that matters.


Lot’s of people I’ve stumbled across in my travels who are like this.


It’s a pleasure and joy to have been afforded the opportunity/opportunities.


Just remember, I’m gonna piss you off at some point, and we’ll prolly get along just fine.


Or something.


Anyway…we appear to have a common interest in travel, music, writing, nail polish, and some Scottish dude.




^Brothers Moving “Minnie The Moocher”^


Cade: OH SHIT! I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!!


X: Never heard that before.


Cade: Anything in particular?


X: We’ll get to me later.


Cade: Sounds ominous.


X: We’ll see.


Cade: lolz…k.


X: …




^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^




cYa | cFa




^Armin van Buuren feat. Justine Suissa – burned with desire (Rising Star Vocal Mix)^


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Missive From ‘Merica: ENCORE!!!
		
	
	

		
A treat for you now, Dear Reader…




*I know! …/claps hands…*


… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀




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WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???




^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^




Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.


Was just thinking.


I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.


DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.


Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?


A: ???


30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.


720 hours = 43,200 minutes.


Q: What’s your time worth to you?


A: ?¿?


Q: Since when did my time become your time?


A: ¿?¿


Q: Does that make your time my time?


A: ¿¿¿


Got the time?




^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^


I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.


The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?


Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto


…full of illegal immigrants, 


white trash, 


niggers, 


terrorists, 


drug addicts, 


unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry 


and other various assorted hood-rats...


but not everyone can be you.




^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^




So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?


Things change mang and/or mangette.


Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…




“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”




…hence


…big mamma called me.


But it gets weird from there.




^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^


I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.


Lolz


Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.


Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.


OH! You don’t?


Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.


You might wanna read the label, chief.


The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.


I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.


But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”




^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^




Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.


And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices. 


And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.


For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.


Layers. Does that help?




^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^




MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?


CADE: Sure.


MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?


CADE: Yesssss….


MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?


CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.


MA: …


CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.


MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.


CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.


It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.


CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?


MA: They better not be.


I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.


CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.


MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!


CADE: Whatever you say.


MA: <laughs>


CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.


MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.


CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.


MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.


CADE: Why is that?


MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.


CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?


MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.


CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.


MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.


CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.


I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.




^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^




The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!


1 = 1.


 500,000 = 1.


 73% = 1.


        27% = 1.


       100% = 1.


        1 v 1


Yep...that's all there is.


Mystery = WHATEVER! Let’s Us Continue, Eh?




^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^


We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.


Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.


I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.


/shrug




^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^


So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.


Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.


There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?


I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.


Q: I wonder how much information weighs?


A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?


Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^




MA: You are?!?!?


CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.


MA: Where are you going?


CADE: West.


MA: Do you have somewhere to go?


CADE: Yeah…west.


Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?


CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.


MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.


CADE: You have?


MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.


CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?


MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.


CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?


MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.


CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.


MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.


CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.


We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^




CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!


MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.


CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!


MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.


CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…


MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.


CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.


MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?


CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…


MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.


Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.


MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.


CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.


MA: That’s still a lot of money.


Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.


Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?


MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”


CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.


MA: No…she didn’t.


CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.


MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…


CADE: A bastard?


MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.


CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!


MA: She’s dead now.


CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤


Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.




^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^


CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?


MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?


CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.


MA: She’s 80 today.


CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.


MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?


CADE: lolz…20 years ago?


MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.


CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>


MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.


CADE: That’s cool.


MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.


CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.


MA: You don’t ever check the web?


CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug


MA: Oh…they do to care.


CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.


MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.


CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.


MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.


CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤


MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?


CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.


MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.


CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.


MA: Can I hug you?


CADE: No.


We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.


MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?


CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.


MA: OK.


She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.


It was a great time.


I am thankful for it.




^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^




So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.


Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?


A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?


Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.


Q: Seeing a trend yet?


A: ?!?!?


I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.


EX: Do you like to fuck?


Me neither.


Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.


I’ll try and be good at it.


Hell…we may even like it.


😛


(no promises tho)




^ATTLAS – I Need You More^




Chances.


Chances…and taking them.


What are the odds?


Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.


50/50 = 1 v 1


Q: Which one do you want?


A: …




^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^


If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.


Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?


A: ???


I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?


Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…


No matter how, you shake and dance…


The last two drops, are going in your pants.


Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉




^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^




This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.


She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?


That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?


MA: I was a terrible mother.


CADE: Um…no you weren’t.


MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.


CADE: You aren’t now.


MA: But I was then.


CADE: Then isn’t now.


MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.


CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.


I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.


Whatever works tho.




^Sasha – Rooms^




I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.


Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.


I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.


Not that I've thought about that or anything.


The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.


I guess it depends on how hungry you are.


Literature.


Litterature.


Hmmmmm….might make a good title for a book.


Or at least, part of a title of a good book.


Prolly already been done tho…so…meh…ain’t gonna Google it.




^Alan Walker – Faded^




cYa | cFa




^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^


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*Oh… that sounds like that Ali G’s song… /frowns… Fuck it, Clicky, give us something I can sing along to…*



	


	


			
				


			

			
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This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…


wolf (n.) Old English wulf “wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo- “wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas “wolf;” Old Persian Varkana- “Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).


This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]


Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.


…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…


Merovee Twilight Sleep


Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.


Di–Cap–Rio


…And MJ put up two posts overnight at Blade and Chalice. She’s been to visit the Scopes Trial museum in Dayton, Tennessee:



There’s a specific message for Hugo in Part 2…


House of S-tone, please read this. https://at37.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/137-69-draft/




…Of course I’ve also had sum ideas about 137….


137-maths


…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…


Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.


…Amazon is one of the FANGs…


A little bit of paranoia is always healthy.


In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.


Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?


It didn’t at the time.


Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.


Fast forward to today.


    

  • Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
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  • Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
    • 



    

  • Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
    • 



    

  • Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
    • 



F, A, N, G. What does that spell?


Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.


Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?


Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.


… Library card and groceries… Food for thought…









Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…




I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.




I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.




The Secret Sun The Eyesies




That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…


Merovee Twilight Sleep The Long Way Round


… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…


TIT at the top is the client going the long way round


… Alas he didn’t use it…




*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*


Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…




 


 

	


	


			
				


			

			
Missive From ‘Merica: One For The Road…
		
	
	

		
Oh well, it had to happen, Dear Reader… It appears this will be Cade’s last missive at the LoL for a while, as he will be shortly setting out on his walking adventure. We wish him well…




Clicky has supplied all the images, below…




*Er… he asked me first, okay? …/sniff… I told him, you’d do it…*


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OMG!!!


Roob hasn’t even posted the last whatever that I sent her, and she’s already inspired me to write another one.


🙂

😐

😦


I am not sure how I feel about this.


Meh…I’ll figure it out.




^Cocteau Twins – Pink Orange Red^


To Bypass Food Embargo, Qatar Will Pay $8 Million To Airlift 4,000 Cows


Yeah…that motherfucker right there.


That’s what I was greeted with on this fine Tuesday morning, that is a fine Tuesday afternoon for Roob.


No “hello”…no “good morning”…no “hey, I won the lottery and am sending you $10 of it”…no…she sent me that story. Seeing as how I had just woke up…wait…I wonder if I still had morning wood? Do I even have morning wood anymore?


(Mental Note to check tomorrow)


To be fair, I didn’t give her a proper/socially acceptable g’day type of greeting either…so I prolly deserved it /shrug


Roob is quite aware that I…


A) Don’t read the news, pretty much HATE reading the news,


B) HATE death stories/death announcements.


And yet…she prods my sour ass on.


Heh...hehe..."prods"...hehe..."sour"...lolz


BUT! She inspires me. As do others.


Hence…I express, now digress.




^CeCe Peniston – Finally^




What caught my eye…were the tags. No, you fucking social media nitwit…not those tags…the tags all fucking over the cows. There are tags on the tags, and marks on the tags’ tags which are themselves marked with more marks. This made me think of marks, and markings, which had the makings of all kinds of marks and marking and tattoos and piercings and fashion and shit like that. But let’s leave Jesus hanging where he is for now…k? Anyway…what really drew my eyes to this, was…


“According to Bloomberg’s calculations, it will take as many as 60 flights for Qatar Airways to deliver the 590-kilogram beasts that Moutaz Al Khayyat, chairman of Power International Holding, bought in Australia and the U.S.”


Yeah…scary shit, eh?


Welp…not for me. But that’s just me. Not that there haven’t been a lot of references here and there lately as to a single premise…control. Not marks, not marking, hell…not even marketing…but control. That means controlling via controls. So yeah…infrastructure.


Have you herd and herded heard as single goddamn thing I said?


Prolly cause I’m right in the big fucking middle…just like everyone else.


Yep...there's power in thought.


Yep…you’ve nailed that premise.


And nailed it…


and nailed it…


and nailed it.


<yawn>




^A Guy Called Gerald – Voodoo Ray^




This comment of…




“Cade…I’ve read some of your writing, and I notice that you speak in a lot of generalities”




…that was made to me over at the Bolton’s Smokers Club sometime recently has kept my head spinning for a while.


Really? A guy on the fence speaks in generalities? What the fuck is wrong with speaking in generalities irrespective of the relative location of my ass?


Well played.


Yeah…I tend to think about things for longer than most care to entertain. Must be my inability to commit. We are transients as much as we are anything else. If there ain’t nothing there for you, we move on. If there ain’t nothing there for you, yet there is a beckoning to stay that you cannot yet understand, we choose.


Sounds like sage advice to me...but that's just me.


I don’t like to discount possibility.


I see the influence.


I see all kinds of stuff that I don’t actively talk about.


Figuring it out, what it means to me, and where I choose to go from there is a different animal entirely…innit?


Someone to talk about shit with helps too.


Just sayin.




^Delerium feat. Sarah McLachlan – Silence (Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) [HD]^




Cocaine and amphetamine regulated transcript


Champ Car


Formula_One


Fédération Internationale de l’Automobile


Liberty Media


Chloroquine


Chloroquine Retinopathy


Pulmonary Alveolar Proteinosis


Granulocyte Macrophage Colony-Stimulating Factor Receptor


GRB2


A Lack of a Functional NAD(P)H:Quinone Oxidoreductase Allele Is Selectively Associated with Pediatric Leukemias That Have MLL Fusions


Elevated hematocrit enhances platelet accumulation following vascular injury


Phospholipidosis


Chlorpromazine


Hiccup


Rogue Wave


Soliton


John Scott Russell


Versine (Redirected from Versed Sine)


Haversine Formula


Floating-Point Arithmetic


Excosecant


Siege of Leningrad


I’m not saying that I know any of this shit…because I don’t. Just saying that I know that I don’t know. Working on it tho. That I OK with you?




^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^




Also from that ZeroHedge story…


“Call it the biggest bovine airlift in history, as Bloomberg puts it.”


O RLY?!?!?! Been a lot of bovine airlifts in history? Are we getting that specific now? Because I can tell you, that “bovine airlifts” have been going on for some time.


We'll get to walls in a minute.


But how about “equine airlifts?” How long have those been going on? I used to see pallets of horse meat being loaded on to Air France bound for french palates since they are big on horse meat.


Hmmm…I wonder how and when The French acquired such a taste? Prolly the same way residents of Leningrad acquired a taste for shoe and belt leather. Do we need to discern whether the bovine or equine or whatever are alive or dead? Meh…digression time.


So yeah...walls.


China… Berlin… Troy… USA/Mexico… Persian Gulf… The Red Sea… Gulf of Tonkin… Bay of Pigs… Antarctica? Or Finnish Lapland? OH!!! Arctic Waterways and crystals!!!


So yeah...CIA.


Mystery = SOLVED! Next!




^Duran Duran – Notorious^




They’re slowly cutting me off at the knees…right near the hip…just below the throat.


More and more stuff doesn’t work on the web. And for a guy who doesn’t visit very many websites on a daily basis…well…whatever. Who cares right? Upgrade or die. But Twitter now looks like one giant advertising page for some new company called “Media Cannot Be Played.” Their adds are everywhere on my Twitter feed.


Meh…it was just a matter of time anyway.


It’s cloudy this morning.




^Biggie Smalls – Notorious remix^


 




Yeah…I wrote all the shit above in a blaze of fury yesterday morning. Not sure how much actual blazing and fury there was… I just type kinda fast even tho I still only use three fingers and a thumb to do so. But I’m not banging one of these things out every day in a coupla hours anymore. My mind is elsewhere. Not saying my heart is not in it, nor am I saying my mind is not on it … just pondering some other shit as well.


Tortillas come to mind. 


But anyway, no amount of preparing will prepare you for something you aren’t prepared for. Just gotta roll with it and make it up as you go. If there is an essence to the concept of synchronicity, I would imagine that would be it.




^London Grammar – Hey Now [Arty remix]^




Interesting bit I stumbled across this morning at the Velvet Glove Iron Fist blog.


The tobacco template


After reading the top 1/2 or so of the article…what I immediately thought about was…


Q: What are all these completely healthy but completely restricted people gonna do with all of this time they now have?


A: ???


“Graphic Warnings”…pictures…of people…who are not me…in various states of duress and or dismemberment…magically appearing…for reasons unknown…on the packaging of “insert product here.” Doesn’t sound like care to me. Certainly doesn’t sound caring. Maybe that’s what happens when “damn the cost” becomes your battle-cry. Meh…sounds like their will be plenty of free-time for crying when the battle is over.


“Healthy” people…with nothing better to do…than sit around and cry.


Sounds...Babylonian.




^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix) FULL HD^


(Just play along here...k?)


Q: What time did you get out of bed this morning?


A: 07:00 AM


Q: 07:00 AM? Why not 06:30 AM?


A: Because I don’t have to be at work until 09:00 AM.


Q: What if there is traffic?


A: I don’t own a car.


Q: What if you need one?


A: I don’t.


Q: What if the trains or buses weren’t running or were running late?


A: Wouldn’t affect me.


Q: How could it not? If you’re late, you’ll get bad employee reviews and eventually fired. Now you’re going to have to find a new job, which will be difficult because you got fired from your last job for not being more proactive and forward-thinking.


A: I live directly across the street from where I work. I moved to where I work to cut down on expenses.


Q: SEE! Now you need a car because your new job, assuming you can find one, is going to be far away from where you live. Now you gotta either get a car, or move. Assuming you can afford to do either now that you are unemployed. Or rely on unreliable public transportation, which is just as expensive as owning a car over the long run, if you would simply sit down and do the math on it.


A: You seem to have more free time to think about these things than I. Can I get back to work now?


Q: Sorry. Just needing to find a new place to live. Me and my roommate don’t get along. They say I talk to much and worry too much. Do you need a roommate or know anyone who does?


A: …




^Medina – You and I (deadmau5 Remix) HQ^


 


 




So…which is worse? Talking about things, or not talking about things? Because which ever one you choose to label as worse, either is going to be then labeled as bad, which is where they were in the first place. So what was accomplished in taking this trip from bad to worse and back to bad? Learning?


Q: Where’s the good in that?


A: ?¿?


The “better one” was the worse one. Or is it, the least bad one is the better one?


A better kind of bad.


Mmmmmmm….a better kind of bad…right up my alley.


Heh...heh...heH!!!




^DEPECHE MODE A QUESTION OF LUST Live 1986 Lyrics^




Pretty damn interesting documentary I stumbled across/got to see yesterday.




^Chasing Bubbles – the movie^




X: I’ve done that a time or two.


Cade: Chased bubbles? I bet it looked weird to anyone watching.


X: So I’ve heard.


Cade: I can see that.


X: Which part?


Cade: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?


X: How could you possibly know what my purpose is?


Cade: Isn’t it obvious?


X: Focus on the obvious…the questions wll come later.


Cade: The questions are already there.


X: That’s what I meant 😉


Cade: Oh…the actual official “Q&A Session” itself.


X: Assuming we get there.


Cade: lolz…we?


X: …


Cade: I would imaging that would be quite a delicate maneuver.


X: You said that you could rub two bubbles together and generate a lightning strike.


Cade: Is that the first one?


X: You mean…am I acquiring the first bubble for this demonstration?


Cade: I’m trying not to read into that.


X: Why not?


Cade: I don’t like defining something that is as of yet, undefined, just because I think I can define it.


X: That’s quite a definition of non-defining.


Cade: Is it? I thought that’s what conversation and experiencing was about?


X: …


Cade: That wasn’t a question.


X: Whatever you need to tell yourself.


Cade: I got nothin.


X: And a whole lot of it by my calculations.


Cade: Meh…I’ll do the best I can with it.


X: Is that all you can do?


Cade: What else is there?


X: You sure are anticipating the hammer today. Why is that?


Cade: I guess the closer I get to center, the fuzzier things get.


X: You see any purpose in that?


Cade: Much in the same way I would see a traffic light changing from green to red so fast, that all I see is yellow.


X: Does that scare you.


Cade: I like yellow /shrug


X: That’s not what I asked.


Cade: I can only go on, until I can’t.


X: Then what?


Cade: I’ll keep going.


X: Almost there.


Cade: You aren’t actually trying to catch that bubble…are you?


X: We’ll see.


Cade: Trying to do something, and not do something, both at the same time.


X: Times change.


Cade: I’m as comfortable as I can be with that thought.


X: Are you sure?


Cade: Not yet.


X: 😉


Cade: 🙂




^Fluke – Kitten Moon [HQ]^


 


 


 




I’m gonna take a break for a while.


I'm not saying goodbye here.


Just letting you know that I’ll be saying hello somewhere else.




^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^


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*Let me guess… /taps teeth… Hanky Yanky?*




*/:O… Yikes! Sounds painful. Are you able to give us a parting Song, Clicky? …/rubs snout…*



	


	


			
				


			

			
Missive From ‘Merica: Nuffin’ in Particular…
		
	
	

		
Um… I don’t have anything particular on my mind tonight, Dear Reader, so umm…




*Lucky dip, Clicky? …/lights up… Put three things together and see what happens? …/drags… Sounds a bit sketchy but okay…*


First up, some Library news…


They are the pages where an unwilling messiah Brian, Mr Creosote, the Ministry of Silly Walks, a football team of philosophers and a dead parrot were all born. Now, more than 50 notebooks of original sketches and ideas for Monty Python have been donated to the British Library by Michael Palin.


The public will now be able to freely peruse Palin’s archive of writings from 1965 to 1987, including the books where he and Jones would write the early sketches for Monty Python’s Flying Circus.




*That’s right, he’s also an epic traveler, Clicky…*


Secondly some exciting Smokie Drinkie News, Dear Reader…




*Virtually… /knocks of ash and relights…*


And for number three… */thinks…* Ah! This made me chuckle… An explanation of a shambles for the British viewing public…







And now a new missive from The Okie Devil for you, Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤




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MOVIE REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!


 




^The Chemical Brothers – Leave Home ( Koyaanisqatsi (1983) )^




It’s late Sunday night, and I’ve been busy with not much all day. However, I was able to somehow squeeze in a movie, and now I will suggest you check it out. It’s called Birdman, it’s a superhero flick, and I’ve avoided it for some time.


Q: Who has two thumbs and recommends you see this flick?


A: The guy who is typing this and occasionally hitting the space bar with his thumbs.


There have been several movies that specifically address the concept of what a superhero is. Mystery Men is a good example, but so is Daredevil and Watchmen. That said, this one not only sticks to the topic more along the lines of Mystery Men and Kick-Ass, it crosses the line a bit more. It kinda rubs your nose in both concepts of fantasy and reality as it pertains to “the hero.” That’s what I got out of it anyway. I’m sure I’ll get more and more out of it the more I watch it. Assuming that I ever watch it again. But I would given the chance.


It’s very clever and tells a great story about Hollywood and Broadway actors.


Ya know? People.


Yeah…this movie is full of people.


Towering people.


People teetering on being toppled.




^Apollo 440 – Can’t Stop The Rock^




That’s all you’re getting from me. I mean…she said all that shit above, and not me. So if the movie is now spoiled,…erm…too fucking bad…blame her, or stop looking at the pic or something.


I had heard that this movie was weird.


This is movie is far from weird…it’s good ol’ fashioned completely fucked up.


Plus…”the bad guy” or “villain” in this one is quite cleverly disguised/costumed, and is one of the more interesting villains in recent memory.


You’d never even know they were there.


Meh...you'll figure it out.




^The Crystal Method – Blowout^


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BOOK REVIEW TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!


So…dripping in guilt…um…yeah…I got to read a book I didn’t pay for.


The only way I can quasi-make up for it…is actually read the fucking thing.


The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time thinking on it.


The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is to spend some time writing about it.


The only way I can quasi-make up for that…is….erm…I dunno.


I’ll leave it to you to devise something devious and clever as punishment for the thrashing I’m about to give it.


This will not be my intent…but I always look on the bright side.


Weird that we can only see it through the dark.


Weird.






^Smash Mouth – Walkin’ On The Sun^


The Mark. I don’t like this book. I mean…I love it. But yeah…I don’t like it. I dances all around some really pertinent and noteworthy topics, a shitload of topics actually…and it does this very cleverly. Great story.


The author tells a very long, slow-moving story very quickly. I guess I could just say that it reads well, but I didn’t. Until now…but yeah…well written and easy on the English/UK slang. Almost like another story I noticed by this publisher where it appeared to me when an American author was attempting to use UK slang, this story appears to me as a UK author trying not to use UK slang. Weird. I prolly wrong on all counts, but no one cares…so…meh. I guess the way that the backstory is woven into the now really kinda keeps it flowing. Not saying that I had the urge to skip pages and read ahead because I didn’t have those urges…but I wanted to. Weird, eh?


I guess some of the “ingrained English culture” that sometimes makes those in the UK appear so fucking weird to the outside world, is starting to make a little more sense.




 ^Moloko – Sing It Back^




These pertinent and noteworthy topics I mentioned, are always pertinent and noteworthy. I guess the measure of their noteworthy depends on the time and times in which they are perceived to occur. Lots of people still freaked the fuck out by The Internet. But that’s not really a stretch is it?




There are those who like theatre/stage, there are those that like opera, there are those that like theatre/movies, there are those who like church, there are those that like books, there are those that like nightclubs, there are those that prefer to stay home and watch television, there are those that like to sit outside and just…watch. I prolly missed some options or twenty in there, but you get the gist. Especially when you flip most of those into participant and observer roles, and then add time and times as to when and where. Meh.






 ^Pendulum – Showdown (Official Video)^


I can understand my need to “educate myself”…the battle-cry within most media today.


However, there are stopgaps there.


1st, now I gotta “prove it”…be tested…as to how much I have learned.


Q: What if I failed your test?


A: ?¿?


Q: Did I fail you? Or did you fail me? When?


A: ¿?¿


I guess I’m just dumb. Doesn’t say much about you and your teaching tho does it? Even if I earn your stupid-assed certificate of authenticity of approval, that winning was based on the possibility of failure. Doesn’t bode well for my survival over the long run…does it?


BTW…are you course credits and/or certifications transferable?


I get the feeling I may need that option.




 ^Sonique It Feels so Good^


So yeah…The Internet…nothing but voyeurs and fetishists. Oh, and predators. And smurfs. Oh…and catfish. And trolls. And some other stuff. Paranoidistics should prolly become it’s own discipline. But that’s almost kinda…self incriminating…isn’t it? Lolz


FUCK!!! My hands are bleeding…brb.




 ^Gypsy Woman (She’s Homeless) – Crystal Waters – HQ^




Gotta account for the voice that The Internet gives to many that would otherwise not have it. But before you get all uppity as to a few things regarding “marks” and “beasts”…yer gonna need to do some self-flagellation real quick….K?


(virtually...VIRTUALLY...you fucking sickos)


There are many that discount “the power” of the individual voice that gets drowned out amongst the noise within the throng…or…throbbing-clusterfuck…as I like to call it. And many times, they are correct. However, how in the fuck are you going to use this same system to label each and every person, when there are those that are omitted by this system’s existence in and of itself? Channels? Better channels? Better channeling? Good fucking luck with that one. Especially seeing as how this entire system is build upon a system that will fall like tumblers under the right conditions. Yeah…power. As in, electrical.


Suddenly…the concept of infinite and unlimited power doesn’t sound so good, eh?


Almost like…there’s a built in safety there.


Keep in mind who provides the power, and it’ll never be a shock when there is too little or too much of it.


Just sayin'.




 ^iiO – Rapture (Official Video)^


 


Clouds have moved in after a coupla days of sunshine.


Q: Do I seem glum?


A: I feel glum.


Prolly just my overwhelming urge to both A) continue reading The Mark, and B) not continue reading The Mark.


YEAH ASSHOLES!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED IT!!! GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?!?!?


How can I write a book review on a book that I’ve not even finished reading?


Well duh. You fucks judge unread and/or unfinished books all the time. It’s just that these books are lives. Lives that are in progress, therefore, cannot be told in their totality as they are still being written. That is of course, unless you take matters into your own hands.


Creepy thoughts...eh?


Hey…if you fucks can trash a book based on the cover, or the title, or the forward, or who wrote the forward, or the fact that there is no dedication, or just read the first few pages and stop and THEN trash the fuck out of it…I should be able to write a positive review at the halfway point.


Halway-ish.


Like 126 of 200 or something.




 ^Blade Runner Theme • Vangelis^




I’ve been interrupted by The BBC several times over the last week over their series Oceans. Whatshername picked it up at the library last week for reasons unknown, and I’ve been watching it. I even managed to clean up disk 2 to where it plays in its totality. Story for another blog I guess. 😉


Anyway…it’s a great series…very ambitious. Big, beautiful, and let’s us lubbers see some things that we never would have been able to see otherwise. Lotta messages in this film. One of which, is sharks. Sharks are starting to become the new dolphin…I guess because tuna are almost gone, so we don’t have to worry about dolphin getting caught in the tuna nets anymore. Dolphins prolly still need to be wary of certain coves, but I digress since I have no answers. But anyway…a message that is espoused over and over in this film…is health. Health of the oceans. Health of the food chain. Health of the apex predators.


Blah blah blah.


The ironic bit, is that all of this “health” is based upon sickness and disease. More succinctly, the sick and the diseased. Lotta references to “weeding out” with respect to the sick and diseased. Not much “respect” there in my not-so-humble opinion…but whatever or something.


Anyway…this food chain business is gonna be your own worst enemy, mainly because of its static representation of a dynamic system. I mean, all you gotta do is turn that food chain diagram 180° to see the apex. Yeah…the other one. This is why I operate in a 4/7/5/8 dimensional world. You never forget life, nor time, nor the structures that support them both. Because it works both ways, in all cases, no exceptions, forever and always. Or at least, it works that way currently. 😉




 ^Blade Runner • Tears in Rain • Vangelis^


The saving grace in ecological conservation, or conservation of any kind…it that there is no saving grace.


Ironic...eh?


So…we look for gems. Gems like “we just don’t know.” That’s a something that was espoused by Philippe Cousteau, and the honesty in it damn near brings someone like me to tears of joy. Working your ass off, as it is happening, knowing that you are blundering around in a shitstorm, trying to make sense of it all, and doing the best you can with what you have.


/shrug




 ^Apocalypse Now Theme • Ride of the Valkyries • Richard Wagner^




Now that the cofveve buzz has worn off, let’s talk about something else. I mean, I can’t help but think about Rob Stewart and his efforts to bring “the shark issue” to our attention. But then again, I have an interest in the ocean. Many people, don’t.


So let’s talk…strata….in wata.


DOH!


Yep…wata strata.


Wata has a lotta strata.


And when you think about it…should oughtn’t it have outta have strata?


Pro-Tip: "Outta" and it's usage, contextually.


Outta: Awe-Tuh…contraction substitution for “ought to”


We outta get the fuck outta here.


Outta: Ow-Tuh…contraction substitution for “out of”


We’re outta here.




 ^Fluke – Atomic Bomb (Atomix 3)^




Lot’s of long cogs turn slowly in the wheel over very long periods of time to get what they want, eh?


I wonder if they still want it?


I wonder if they are willing to wait to get it?


Sorry…just…important questions.


Or at least…I think they are important questions anyway.




 ^Hans Zimmer – Time (Inception)^


Not that we are on the path to identifying healthy via unhealthy…lets go ahead and burst the bubble so we can stop riding it. Now that we are healthy…we gotta quest to be uber-healthy. Which means that the healthy, who cannot attain the status of uber-healthy, are now right back to being the sick. The unhealthy. But…let’s also entertain the notion that a certain healthy someone CAN attain the status of uber-healthy…unfortunately…they had a slip or a fall at the gym.


BLOOPS! 


The injured have cropped back up as well. Now you are mired in sick AND injured peeps once again.


WTF?!?!???!?!?!????1111 WE JUST CLEANED THIS SHIT UP!!!!!!




 ^Hank Williams Jr & Hank Williams Sr- There’s A Tear In My Beer (Excellent Quality)+(Lyrics)^


I’m rambling. Must have rambling on my mind or something.


I guess monologuing has that effect or something.




^Allman Brothers Band – Ramblin’ Man^


So anyway…yeah…um….um…um…yeah…strata in the wata or something.


I guess that I find it ironic that we dig through dirt and rock, see these layers containing untold numbers of fauna and flora, and yet we always chalk it up to rising and lowering sea levels, Moving of tectonic plates. Subduction. Migration. And…we’re right to it. These walks are not that long because of the fortunate place in which I find myself. I recognize the shoulders that I am standing on.


If we journey from terra to ice…maybe that will make the water strata a little easier. Because I’ve already suggested that there are regional forces that determine the size, shape and makeup of water, and these forces are dependent upon other regional forces, globally. Why would they not be? You’ve got two infinity zooms on that microscope or camera, but only acknowledge one. Prolly because you built the fucking thing. Infinities are scalar. Add relativity in there, and maybe your head won’t pop at that thought.




 ^YBR – Led Zeppelin – Ramble On^


 HOLY FUCK!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!


Q: Cade, what facilitates these auxiliary channels and pathways that you are suggesting?


A: I don't fucking know what facilitates them you goddamned idiot. What the fuck kind of question is that?


If you think the past is something to leave behind, then leave the fucking thing behind. However…I’d advise that, if you are a proponent of string theory, you might wanna think about that premise. Stretchy strings snap back eventually. Better hope it isn’t loaded with stings on those strings.


(just saying)


I think the question that really wants to be asked/answered, is how do these pathways open…not, how they exist. And my thinking would lead me to believe that leaving the life element out of your equations is prolly a mistake. There is a perpetuity to life that cannot be denied. Existence of an immortal soul, or gods, or monsters, or ghosts or whatever…does not diminish this. It may augment the fuck out of it, but it certainly does not diminish it. I wonder if detraction diminishes.


Meh…fuck it…let’s say none of the above.


(heh...get it...heh heh)


Erm…anyway…uh…yeah…will. There are all kinds of them. Needs and wants are will. I wonder if they are willing?


Hmmmm....




 ^Spooky – Little Bullet (Extended Version)^


You smokers are gonna have to get used to the fact that your cigarettes DO affect non-smokers. You can stack scientific data to the fucking moon that says otherwise. So…you gotta question what you value more…the stack of papers, or people?


If I’m around cigarettes all the time, I’ll sorta get used to it. But that doesn’t stop those acute attacks of itchy eyes, itchy skin, sneezing and wheezing. Gotta keep in mind that not all smokers smoke the same brand. Add cloves, and cigars, and pipes, and pot and God knows what else to that mix, and yeah…there are gonna be exceptions to your rules. You wanna be one, right? An exception? Welp…I wanna help. And not by ignoring your plight nor hoping you get cancer or some other ailment <shudder> Just…know…that when I ask if you wouldn’t mind not sparking up just yet? Coming from me personally anyway…I’m trying to be courteous to you and me both. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. But usually I don’t care. Spark up and smoke em if you got em. 🙂




^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^


Yeah…I was raised in a smoking home. But not really. My mother is VEHEMENTLY opposed to smoking. Yeah…I on rare occasions smoke, and I currently chew tobacco. But…so fucking what? That’s my choice right? Isn’t the freedom to choose isn’t on someone’s list somewhere?


I know it is.


X: Maybe.


Cade: Thanks.


X: …




 ^Showtek – The F Track^




This roasted coffee beans/carcinogens mess is really swirling in my head. Nevermind the caffeine and nicotine bullshit, and really…fuck the cancer bullshit too. Because I keep getting pushed to the political and governmental sides of this bullshit…which means business and businesses. Speaking as someone who is allergic to just about anything and everything, I wonder what my crime is. Because…is that what we are coming to? Inventing crime because we’ve gotten bored with the “run-of-the-mill” kinds of stuff?


I relish those things that I can participate in which do not give me grief for doing so. Hell, I relish many of the things that DO give me grief for partaking of. Petting dogs and cats. Eating beans of ANY kind. (Yes, I am allergic to almost all beans including cofveve). Almost all spicy foods give me reflux. I’m allergic to all of the ingredients in beer. Interesting footnote tho…drinking beer regularly helps with my pet allergies. I guess because it keeps my histamine levels high due to the allergens in the beer, which helps better my pet allergies. Prolly some saliva/salivary and endocrine links there too, not to mention plain ol’ feeling good and not feeling sick/sickly.




 ^’Feline Good’ – Aristocats jazz/dance/funk/breakbeat remix^


Q: Do you know how to talk to people?


A: ???


Q: Do you know how to talk to a person?


A: ¿¿¿




 ^Foetus – The Only Good Christian Is A Dead Christian^




X: Do you remember what we talked about earlier in the week?


Cade: No.


0: Are you lying?


Cade: Um….no.


Z: Are you sure?


Cade: Not anymore.


Z: Why not?


Cade: No idea. Prolly a personality issue.


Z: lolz…WHAT?!?!?!?


Cade: I’m fractured.


X: Since when?


Cade: Pick one.


A: Wait…what?


Cade: Huh?


A: That wasn’t a multiple choice question.


Cade: Well…if I fractured at some point, wouldn’t that trend continue?


X: Ooohhh…a clever one we’ve got here.


Z: …


Cade: lolz…um…Z thinks otherwise.


0: They aren’t alone in that thought.


Cade: Wait…I get the temporary natures of healing.


X: Why is nature plural there.


Cade: Because of the healing processes post-healing process?


X: Well said.


T: Seconded.


0: Meh…


Cade: lolz…nice.


0: You’re welcome.


X: How many of you scars have been covered.


Cade: Um…I’m gonna take that one at face value, and say many.


X: How?


Cade: I can’t answer that. I only know that they have.


Z: Time heals all wounds.


Cade: Yeah…but what does that mean?


B: Everybody is different.


Cade: Yep.


B: Are you a fast healer?


Cade: Sometimes. But I’m also a free bleeder.


X: Bleed a lot do you?


Cade: Yep. Then it just kinda…


0: Stops.


Cade: I just know that all three surgeries I have had, all of the surgeons commented as to how badly I bled.


X: You think there is a link to scars and scarring there?


Cade: Within the capillary system? You fucking bet I do. There’s something about that interface section of the body that we like to omit and/or ignore.


Z: Think that is related to pride?


Cade: Maybe some. But not in the manner in which “The Spiritualists” like to define it.


X: Which is what?


Cade: Um…who doesn’t want to look good. And not just to the outside world.


X: Feels pretty good to feel good, eh?


Cade: I like it /shrug


A: I gave you that ability.


Cade: The ability to shrug? Fair enough. I’m still pondering the magical nature of many of these reflexes that we tend to chalk up as social faux pas or glitches.


C: They aren’t glitches?


W: And don’t get smart here.


Cade: lolz…And who the FUCK might you be?


W: …


Cade: I know that…but the reader doesn’t.


X: Answer the question.


Cade: I shudder to think about losing my gag reflex completely.


X: Why is that?


0: Yes…why is that?


Cade: One particular batch of homemade red beans, at the wrong time…


X: Fatal.


Cade: I can only chalk it up to not being able to piss.


0: Kinda…timely and pertinent when your bladder is on the verge of exploding, but the pipes ain’t working…is that it?


Cade: Something like that. But then again…my throat is kinda…void.


X: I wouldn’t say that.


Cade: lolz…welp…you’d be right…but the doctors would disagree.


Z: What was it that one doctor said?


Cade: Unusual musculature of the mouth and throat.


X: And what did that make you think of?


Cade: The movie Blade.


X: I knew it…a blood sucking vampire.


Cade: lolz…busted. Wait…garlic and mirrors or crosses or holy water couldn’t have saved you some time there?


X: They aren’t always conclusive.


Cade: Fucking ROFL!!!


X: 😉


0: Catch yourself there tiger. Let the laughing fit the reader isn’t seeing pass…then get going again.


Cade: K. THX.


0: np


Cade: So…if I have this correctly…


Z: Fat chance…but go ahead…


Cade:  Yeah..um…because I have weird musculature in my mouth and throat…


X: Yeah…that premise kinda died on the vine. Time to move on.


Cade: k…that was pretty fucking funny tho.


Z: We aim to please.


Cade: 🙂


X: …




 ^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^






X: Water.


Cade: Noted.


We dig through all kinds of layer after layer of various minerals and elements of all kinds, and yet relegate the oceans and bodies of water to layers of whale shit, fish piss, nutrients moving to feed a algae bloom via currents, but it’s still water…and just and only water. Not to mention the relegation of ice and snow at the polar caps to reflectors, and not thinking about them more in terms of capacitors and facilitators of heat transference and other energies.


Yeah…heat…not cold. Cold drives heat, and heat drives cold. I think there’s something there to crystals and salt and stuff…but whatever. No wonder your models of ice ages are so fucked up. Ever considered a pole that is still circular, but more banded? Take a gander at Saturn or Jupiter, and maybe that’ll help.


Fuck it…if you’re gonna look for life everywhere else in our solar system and elsewhere, all while ignoring the life that is here on Earth/Terra, how are you looking at that shit? Using the same systems specifically designed by people to take care of people? Fuck that noise. No fucking wonder there is a rush to commercialize space travel and shitcan research funded by government. Yeah…it sucks to get cut off at the knees. But let’s not travel this road again…k?


What am I saying…of course we are gonna travel it.


Unless we don't.




 ^Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel – I’ll Meet You in Poland Baby^


Cade: I dunno…I don’t see what the big fucking deal is about thinking that water is more globular than we give it credit for.


X: Continue…


Cade: Shut the fuck up.


X: OK then.


Cade: Clustering and clabbering, and not just wads of fish piss and fish shit.


X: But that too?


Cade: Watching Tooni Mahto look for otoliths in sea lion shit reveals much more than simply certain sea lions are fishing at deeper depths.


X: Which is…


Cade: What gets used and where, and what does not get used and where.


X: Lotta time to think about there.


Cade: Especially on the molecular levels as they pertain to the macro.


0: Wait…what?!?!?! What the fuck does that mean?


Cade: I dunno. Connections I guess.


0: Wait wait wait wait a minute there…are you suggesting that certain piles of sea lion scat may someday solidify and petrify…simply as a marker?


Cade: Sure…why not. Hells bells…the law of averages is prolly gonna be able to confirm that.


Z: But…what about subduction?


Cade: Where it happens? Or where it doesn’t happen?


Z: Nice. Well played.


Cade: …


Z: More ancient than you even want to think about…eh?


Cade: Something like that.


A: …


Cade: My thinking exactly.


X: Well…not exactly…but we’ll let it slide this time.


Cade: Dismissal of a system that is used to arrive at a location seems kinda…um…I don’t know.


X: Dismissive?


T: I think I know what he’s thinking here.


Cade: Thanks.


T: 🙂


Z: …




 ^Thatcher On Acid -Outwardly We’re Lying Inwardly Were Crying^




cYa | cFa




 ^Foetus – Slung^


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*What do you know, Clicky, I too have seen Birdman and read The Mark… /lights umpteenth fag… All of it 😉 *




*Song time? Okay, hit it…*




 


 

	


	


			
				


			

			
MIssIVE From ‘Mercia: Book Mark
		
	
	

		
A few weeks ago, Leggy sent me copy of the latest novel out from Leg Iron Books to copy edit…


The Mark


Two loners, an internet connection, a forbidden friendship. No good can come of this.


Two troubled and lonely people meet online and start an email friendship. She’s a schoolgirl and street-wise, so she thinks. He’s an older man, a social misfit, already known to the police, a marked man.


No danger, as yet – but he’s a fantasist and she’s a girl who breaks rules.


As events unfold in their lives, the balance of power shifts between them, the pace quickens, their fates are sealed. Fantasies do not survive reality.


I have to say, it’s a great read that had me shouting at the characters…


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*Margot really draws you into their lives, Clicky… You feel for them…*


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*/Squints… Oh, you’re referring to the title of the post… I saw that but decided to leave it…*


Below is a super-smashing-lovely-great missive from Cade… Enjoy! ❤




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I would jump right in here…but I’ve already gotten started.


So…opportunity = MISSED!!!


Mystery = SOLVED! Next!




^FOETUS ART TERRORISM-CATASTROPHE CRUNCH^




Hmmm…


words, words words…


hMMM…


NOTE: A certain Judas Priest song may or may not be appropriate below, therefore, it may or may not appear below. I dunno. I haven't gotten there yet.


Introducing the general election’s most unconventional candidates


“Rather, the pirate movement grew out of a Swedish court case centered on the Pirate Bay website and whether it was breaking the law by sharing TV and music.”




^Against The Time & Victor Enzo – Malta (Original Mix) [Devotion Records]^


Breaking “THE” law. “THE” law. Sounds to me like someone was breaking “A” law, and not “THE” law. Looks like we’re gonna have to talk about cry-me’s & missed-demeanors.


So yeah…poverty.


So yeah…wealth.


So yeah…abundance and overages and underages.


So yeah…Economics.


o yeah…law & laws.


So yeah…interpretive sciences and interpolative teaching.




^No Mana – Back Alley Time Machine^


Prolly shouldn’t be thinking such things, eh? Not only am I completely and totally unqualified to think nor comment about any of this…all this shit is already worked out by my betters…right? Now all we gotta do is find the wicked and punish them accordingly? Build a funnel…and…


*SHOCK!!!*GASP!!!*ARGH!!!*


…it funnels stuff. Maybe even the stuff it was designed to funnel. I wonder what else it’ll funnel? I wonder what else we can funnel with a better and/or different funnel?


NEXT TIME!!! ON…AMAZING DISCOVERIES!!!


Funnels.


They lead somewhere.




^Charlotte de Witte – Voices Of The Ancient (Original Mix)^


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Paul Allen just rolled out the world’s largest airplane, and he is ready to take on the rocketmakers


This bullshit is coming on the heels of another Tweet that caught my eye…


The United Arab Emirates launches a plan to colonize Mars by 2117


Is it not clear by now, that no matter how big you want it to be, that it is possible? I wonder if those who find themselves in the position to ask the question “how big can we get” ever stops to consider…”is it possible that I may not pursue this possibility irrespective of reason?” I guess it’s possible.


That said, is failure really the opposing force to success here? You are building bigger and bigger, and more and more of it, and don’t realize the calamity and collapse happening all around you?


You aren’t building an escape vehicle.


You are creating the conditions that require one.


You are simultaneously ensuring that it’s success and successes will be so temporary that your continued efforts will ensure it’s own demise.  When the tower ceases its efforts to collapse, the the tower’s surroundings will be required to pick up that slack.


Enjoy your island.




^Mario Piu aka DJ Arabesque – The Vision (Original Mix)^


All that said, maybe this business to build a city on Mars will have the effect of inspiring people here to take better care of each other. That’s a message I get anyway. Primarily off of the same concept that I espoused above, which is building in one area causing calamity in another, and being mindful of such effects and their potential…not dismissive. If we can’t get along here, we ain’t gonna get along there.


But my thinking in that is that we do get along just fine here. If happy news and/or good news is such a downer with respect to news, then explain the success of the fun stuff on The Internet? Sure, a lot of the streams have been monetized and monitorized, and there has been some changes and changing with respect to content….but you ain’t gotta frequent it nor consume it. Go somewhere else to get your happy on.


Can’t find it? Create it. Yeah…create it your own damn self. It’s no wonder that things don’t make sense when we travel abroad. Get all of our news from one place, that’s what you are gonna see. Not gonna tell you that you need to broaden your focus, but maybe I’ll mention to be mindful of those times when it gets widened for us.




^Dj Tomcraft – Loneliness (Club Remix)^


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Challenge: You only think about yourself.


Response: Who else should I be thinking of?


(emphasis on the "I")




^MARRS – Pump Up The Volume 12” (1987)^


 


*/cough...*








*/cough...*


So let’s assume…that you are The Creator. You are going to count from zero(0) to ten(10) for the very first time.


Q: What number(s) would be/would potentially be, the scariest, and why?


A: ???




^No Mana – Nine^


Gotta loop back through zero(0) to get to ten(10). That means, that zero(0) becomes zeros(00), and back through one(1) in order to get to ten.


See some dimensional rifts there yet?


Yes? No? Maybe?


Q: What are we omitting?


A: Everything else.


Am I suggesting that a/the “Supreme Being” had to count from zero to ten at some point? Welp, reality wouldn’t exist as it does had they not. Conceptualization without realization is…dreamy.




^No Mana – The Process^


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I’m making this shit up as I go. Freeballing…if you will. Scholars and Theologians and Thinkers of all kinds have been pondering this shit forever. So, what’s the big fucking deal about some vagrant redneck Okie from Texas pondering this shit as well? We’re all vagrants at some point in our lives. We just hook up with who and whatever we hook up with, whenever we hook up with it and them. I guess once you put the hat on, you can’t take it off. Must be cursed or something.


Now what possible path could lead to a curse? I musta missed an off-ramp or detour or something. Goddamn GPS!!!




^LIPPS INC Funkytown (Original 12″ Version)^


Challenge: You only think about yourself.


Response: Who else should I be thinking of?


(emphasis on the )




^Stupid Human – Swamp Funk^


Just trying to point out, that if the idea of The Creator attempting their first count to ten is such an absurd concept to you, maybe you should take a few steps backwards through a few lines of your own code and rethink.




^Time – Can’t you feel it (1982)^


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What Is Exfoliative Dermatitis?


That’s a good question actually. Been wondering that myself. Don’t have reason to wonder about this…I just am wondering about it. Looked up a particular something on Google… “epidermis cannot shed skin properly” (w/o the quotes)…and the above is what I found. Lotta mentions as to localized topical types of thinking.


Q: What about the other side?


A: Say WUT?!?!?


If something appears on your skin, what makes you assume that the manifestation in question is local or localized? If this is the manifestation and/or result, isn’t it safe to assume that the journey to where you find yourself actually started somewhere else. Too broad? OK…I’ll narrow.


Q: What if you get a piece of metal or some other foreign body in your foot, but it comes out through your shin, or knee, or thigh?


A: ???


I guess if skin were rigid but flexible, and tensile as well as tactile in a fluidic body, maybe that wouldn’t be such a stretch, eh? But when thinking of irritations and/or infections, if a body cannot deal with something “here”…why is it so hard to believe that a body would not try and relocate said irritation elsewhere? Maybe there is some logic above and beyond that movement of said irritant elsewhere. Maybe a body can learn something about that whatever it is and it’s particulars on the way. Just sayin’.




^Donna Summer I Feel Love Original 8 minute 12″ version 1977^


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Perhaps I am thinking about this wrong.


An alien civilization, which is more advanced than ours with respect to space travel, has a policy of non-involvement whenever new planets are discovered that contain life, irrespective of any additional qualifications and or monikers.


Irrespective of their ability to travel throughout The Universe exploring…


Q: Doesn’t this policy, by definition, negate itself?


A: Yep...I'm right back to the concept inclusion for exclusion/exclusion via inclusion.


And while I’ve pondered the concept of “we are all in the same big Universe, so why exclude”…my thinking is more along the lines of …erm…”leaving home at home.” Meaning that if we travel out into space, why take a heaping shitload of predefined qualifications for what to do under certain situations encountered.


Experience? What if you are well traveled and well versed in these travels, and have discovered that approaching exploration into unknown realms ceases to be exploration when an agenda is in hand. It makes far too many assumptions about life. as it exists, contextually. Oddly enough, my thinking about these concepts are more related to A.I. and our battles with the concept than they are about life in The Universe discovered via space exploration of any type. Yeah…that includes local based remote research. But then again…regarding A.I., yeah…I’m assuming that “it” already existed long before “we” got here. We’re just maybe…knocking some dust off of it and/or rousing it.




^Blue Man Group – I Feel Love^


So I guess with that out of the way in a more in the way type of fashion, I guess we can talk about dimensionality as it relates to commonality. A contextual commonality. Maybe that’ll help us travelers of all kinds, and that’ll help us be a little less freaked out about the concept of when they are from and/or where they are from.


My starting concept was the notion of a chance visitation that resulted in my being invited on a 10,000 year journey out into space that will cover most of the known Universe as we currently know it, with my hosts teaching me a great many things along the way to later bring back to Earth/Terra and share. So while you are peering 10,000 years into the future, and eyeballing the year 12017 CE/AD 12017, and thinking…




“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! WE’LL ALL BE DEAD!!! HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP US?!?!?”




…Let’s leave Einstein and Sagan out of this. Trust a bit…then maybe we can get this show on the road…k?




^Deee-Lite – Say Ahhh…^


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Speaking of Aliens…


Has Kepler Discovered an Alien Megastructure?


I’m mooching this particular block of blah blah off of an Internet forum that I frequently frequent.


Infrequently


So let’s tear this apart, eh?


“Most scientists, including Wright and Boyajian, don’t think it’s very likely that there is an alien civilization building planet-size structures around one of their stars.”


A canvasing of “most scientists” of what they think or don’t think. No wonder surveys exist, and tend to exist in the way that they do eh? I mean, you send a fill-in-the-blank type of survey to a certain select group of people, and no telling what kind of answers you are going to get. Nevermind the resources it will take for someone to have to read and make sense of whatever bullshit is returned. Much simpler to travel the…


Q: Do you think aliens build planet-sized structures?


A: Yes/No (circle only one)


I know aliens have built a shitload of planet-sized structures here in the USA, but I digress.


“They think that something like a swarm of colliding comets around the star could make the most sense.”


Comet Swarms. Must be mating season around KIC 8462852. K…inertially, I’m gonna leave e-motion out of this, but if I had to guess how many comets are in this swarm, I C 2,582,648.


“But the star’s behavior continues to be very unusual to the point that most potential explanations can’t really be ruled out, including some very industrious aliens.”


Out ruling…on Earth/Terra? That’s how we role. Ruling by ruling out. We roll there and role there and roll there.


“There have already been some efforts to check KIC 8462852 for alien signals that could come from an intelligent civilization, and that search has returned nothing so far.”


Nothing…so…far. I dunno bout choo, but a star “located some 1,400 light-years away” sounds pretty far to me. I mean hell’s bells…and don’t wanna sound bitter here…but I don’t have the means to travel 14 miles to a job in an acceptable time frame in a reliable and affordable mode of transportation. BUT! I do have the ability to traverse 1,400 light years via The Internet so I can ponder what other life might be doing with their time elsewhere in The Universe…so…there’s that.




^Björk ‘Notget VR’^


One final story I’ll reference regarding the above bullshit…


Leading Space Entrepreneur Thinks Aliens Are Visiting Earth


I’ll reference the last line in the article, and catch you on the flipside…


“Hopefully, Mr Bigelow’s views will not hamper any of his company’s efforts in these areas.”


Yep…gotta survey these human types so we can single them out and shitcan em’. Can’t successful people thinking unpopular shit. Leave the crazy to the unsuccessful, that way, it’s easier to banish the successful who get out of line, and send them back to the social ghetto.


I guess honesty isn’t such a popular trait to possess afterall, eh?




^Telex – Moskow Diskow (1979)^


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That’ll get us to a joke that just sprung to mind…


At a weekly church meeting, “The Call To Invitation” portion of the service came round, and a man stepped forward to publically confess his sins…


Pastor: TELL IT LIKE IT IS BROTHER!!!


Sinner: I have drunk strong drink


Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!


Sinner: I have cheated on my taxes.


Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!


Sinner: I have coveted my neighbor’s property and have been envious of their successes.


Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!


Sinner: I have done many things that I am ashamed of.


Pastor: TELL US ANOTHER BROTHER!!!


Sinner: Just last night, I had sex with a goat.


Pastor: I DON’T BELIEVE I WOULDA TOLD THAT ONE BROTHER!!!




^Laser – Laser (1981)^


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It is flat?

Is it round?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Are you lost?

Are you found?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Are you insane?

Are you sound?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Is it mountain?

Is it mound?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Is it quiet?

Is it sound?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Is it dollar?

Is it pound?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Is it dollars?

Is it pounds?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs


Is he saint?

Is he clown?

Irrespective, it’s the argument that will bring it all down.

/me shrugs




^Vicious Pink – 8.15 To Nowhere, original version HD^


When “he” becomes “it”….”it” becomes “shit.”


Where is your personal emphasis regarding the above?


It?


Sh?


He?


She?


I?


Not that I really care about your personal emphasis…just…food for thought or something.




^Flight of the Bumblebee (all open strings)^


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It’s already Friday @ 11:20, been up since 05:30 this morning after going to bed @ 02:00, and I guess it’s time to move on to the weekend. Not been sleeping well at all the last coupla weeks. Not eating much either. But I’m a fatass so…could prolly stand to lose a few…hundred pounds or tons or so. Been dreaming almost constantly when I sleep. Prolly why I’m not sleeping much. I wonder how much sleep we can stand to lose? I guess it depends on what it’s over?


Meh…have a good weekend.




^Foetus Art Terrorism – A Calamity Crush^


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cYa | cFa




^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Descent Into The Inferno (with lyrics)^


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I hope you enjoyed this shambolic missive, Dear Reader. I started formatting last evening but decided to wait until today before finishing this bit at the end and posting. This morning, Thoughtful Man and I have been in the garden, mowing the grass…


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*Hard work, Clicky, but infinitely preferable to mowing down people…*




 

	


	


			
				


			

			
Missive From ‘Merica: Splitting Apols (2)
		
	
	

		
Following on from yesterday, Dear Reader…




*Don’t mind me saying, Clicky, butt sumtimes… you’re kinda fucking weird…*




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Distracted…I get it.


😛


Part and Particle…I get it.




^The Jacksons – Can You Feel It (Official Music Video HD)^


Got to have a damn good conversation right in the big middle of writing this.


As a result…my brain is siting on empty. Or, emptier. More emptier?


Meh.


Welp…at least we can assume that thicker/better armor = bigger/better bullets.




^Bulletproof Glass vs 60,000 PSI Waterjet^


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Gonna have to summon a story here.


A story from “A Veiled Gazelle: Seeing How To See” by Idries Shah.


The story is called “Four Friends”


If you wanna read it…


If you wanna listen to it…




Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…


My Critic


My Defender


My Employer


The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?


Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛




^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^


How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?


And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.


That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.


EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.


The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.


Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.




^The Plimsouls – A Million Miles Away^


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Song of Solomon 3 (ESV)


Song of Solomon 3 (KJV)


Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.


Are we looking for:


A: similarities?


B: Sameness?


C: Differences?


D: All of the above?


E: All of the above above?


That’s just my thinking tho.


Meh.


Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.


Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?




^The Smiths – These things take time^


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It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.


Yeah…


Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.


"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz


Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:


A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and


B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.


Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.







But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉


I found a different copy of the story BTW.


Have fun.




^Bow Wow Wow – Do You Wanna Hold Me [HD]^


Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?


"submit"


becomes


"sumbit"


I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.


All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.




^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^


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I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.


If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.




^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^


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I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.


I don't work...so every day is Halloween for me.


I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.


I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.


I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.


Success…it’s all around us.


Q: Now what?


A: ???




^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^


What does having successful relatives have to do with me?


Nothing.


I mean…kinda it does…but not really.


As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.


“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.


Sounds accurate.


/shrug




^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^


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NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!


I'm thinking about doing that myself.




^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^


X: Where ya gonna go?


Cade: …


X: Sounds risky.


Cade: …


X: You sure you wanna travel this path?


Cade: …


B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.


Cade: …


T: I have some thoughts.


Cade: 🙂


X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.


Cade: Sounds…accurate.


Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.


Cade: lolz…sometimes?


Z: 😉


0: No comment.


Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?


0: None.


Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.


0: I’m done.


Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.


C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?


Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?


C: Har har.


X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?


Cade: Aren’t they the same?


0: We need a bigger barrel.


Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.


T: May I suggest…Howitzers?


Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?


X: Always a bigger fish.


Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!


X: 😉


Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.


X: Why is that?


Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.


Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.


Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.


X: …


Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.


Z: And what did we deduce from that?


Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.


X: Lotta stuff there, eh?


Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.


X: But…


Cade: It was what was missing.


A: Which is?


Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.


X: And…


Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.


X: And…


Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.


Z: And why is that?


0: Yes…why is that?


Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.


X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?


Cade: Almost never.


X: Which leads us to…


Cade: She changes a LOT.


T: That makes no sense.


X: Which will bring us to…


Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.


X: All at the same time?


Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.


A: What about “the before time” portion of that?


Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.


Z: Why is that?


Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.


X: Explain what?


Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.


X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.


Cade: Vectors and vectoring.


X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.


Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.


0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?


Cade: It’s everywhere.


C: What about the symbolism itself?


Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.


X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.


Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.


Z: From which end?


Cade: Yes.


A: Exactly what I was thinking.


Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.


X: Ironic.


Cade: Indeed.


0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.


Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.


T: And why would you not want to?


Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐


X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?


Cade: Something like that.


X: Care to elaborate?


Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.


Z: Which is what?


Cade: MrOmar Osama


X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?


Cade: Associations.


0: Ironic.


Cade: Very.


X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?


Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.


X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?


Cade: For how long?


X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?


Cade: Just a little.


X: Hmmmm….




^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^


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cYa | cFa




^Shemian – Happy Swingin` (Radio Edit)^


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We have a new missive from The Okie Devil for you now, Dear Reader. I’ve split it into two postings because…


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*Well yes, Clicky, I can…*


On a synchromystic side note, I see Deadmau5 has released a new tune today… And just a couple of days after this…




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Apple Computers has announced that it is introducing their latest offering in the Quantum Computing market. Unlike ordinary computers, users can now immerse themselves in the total experience of the virtual world while IRL in the real world.


The computers are called Everything Depends, or ED, and is sure to be a hit with fans who are already lining up in large numbers to be the first kid on their block with one for the summer. The new offering even has a built in customer support interface, where users can attempt to fix any issues themselves and seek assistance from Apool’s customer support, both at the same time (pictured above).


Apull spokesperson Corine Burns-Towlpleez said,


“We are please to present this new offering at a time when the endless-upgrades market and its growth-based projections has all but dried up, and think that users will really be able to get into this new wave of directly interfacing with complete strangers who want to know every single detail about everything in order to better serve their and/or our needs.”


The timing of this “summer release” is not without its critics among Apol! users looking to jump into the sandwagon. Especially those in foreign markets that will have to wait for winter for it to be be summer. But computing behemoth states that it has intentionally scheduled their release so as to be able to be meet global production demands across the board. “Once users see how many floating-point operations this baby can do at the same time, they’re gonna want to dive right in with the rest of us. You be surfing The Web almost like actually surfing and surfing The Web at the same time,” said Apool Senior Engineer Lee Quid.


One Apull user amongst the many we randomly canvassed for a decent usable soundbyte summed it up perfectly for the ending of this segment…




“It’s Divine.”






^Jay De Lys – Moschino Boy (Original Mix)^




This is the kind of thing that I normally would not do/would not point out…but I’m gonna do just that for the reasons that I am. And even tho the chances of him ever reading this is just about nil, I’m going to go ahead and apologize to Jarred Harris right here.


I watched Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows 5x over the long weekend. And during one of those viewings, I noticed that Jarred Harris, who plays Moriarty in the film, appears to have an “M” in his forehead/just above and between the eyes. So…dude…why would you “point out something that you normally wouldn’t point out?” Welp…let’s start with why I normally wouldn’t, seeing as how I already have pointed out what I wouldn’t have normally pointed out (The “M” reference).


Jarred Harris is a real person. He is who he is. And like most people, some things he can change, and some he cannot. That said, I’m a fan of Guy Ritchie and his films, and know a little bit about him and his methods and messages via his films. I have done some reading about the only film of his that I have not seen…”Revolver”. So, seeing the importance and prominence of the letter “M” within the film itself, I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie didn’t catch this “synchronistic irony” during the casting process.


I don’t watch much “making of” clips these days, but there were three shorts on the production process of Game of Shadows on the DVD. Interestingly enough, there was a clip where they were talking to Ritchie about the casting process for the Moriarty character, and the difficulties they encountered in finding and selecting one. Ritchie stumbled around a bit during the interview as to their choosing of Jarred Harris and why they chose him, but I cannot help but wonder if Ritchie, and prolly others, didn’t notice the same thing (up to, and including, Harris himself).




^An artist measures her face inch-by-inch. 3 weeks later, it’s a stunning masterpiece.^


Gotta keep in mind that filmmakers are very observant people. Hell….people who aren’t filmmakers are very observant people…but I digress.


With that in mind, there seems to be nagging question of “do you find synchronicity/synchronicities, or do they find you?”


A: Yes


Anyway, it seems to me that when you leave one or the other out in either situation, you are leaving yourself out, even if you are including yourself in. But even the previous sentence/thought is contradictory and laced with ironies. So the thought is prolly gonna be “why me?”


I dunno.


/me shrugs


“Sense” seems to be made when it is made, and not prior to that point. Some of those focuses and focusing operate in different times at different speeds that are sometimes perceptible as such to the observer(s) and participant(s). Gotta keep in mind tho that time is a flow of times within the flow of time. Maybe that will help you better deal with the concept of “speed” contextually when it slows and/or accelerates.


In our time and times as of 2017, it seems that time speeds up and slows down damn near simultaneously all the time thanks to our gadgetry and gizmos. But I think that our comfort level with these things is not quite what we tell ourselves that it is.


EX: When shit gets all kinds of sideways in your life, and shit is flying at you as if you were in the middle of a tornado traversing a used-toilet store…stop for a second and think about where you are. Where you really are.


Now…think about someone who you do not know, but you know where they might be. Say…some sparsely populated South Pacific island perhaps. Now think about their life and what they are doing at that very moment. What they might be doing now.


Is the sun up where they are?


Is it Winter or Summer where they are?


Or Spring?


Or Fall?


Do they even have “Fall” in the South Pacific?


Are they asleep?


Awake?


Eating dinner?


Eating breakfast?


Getting freaky in hula-skirts?


See how easy that is?




^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^


Not so easy you say? Now you wanna be anywhere in the world except where you currently are? Welp, that weren’t the point of dis exercise, but it’s OK to feel however you feel. That said, don’t try and put yourself in their environment outside of trying to empathize with their current plight as it relates to yours, and when. Cause like…if you are at work now, and all you can think about currently is getting home so you can dressed up, go out, get drunk, and hopefully get laid…you’ll be doing that soon enough…if you get lucky anyway. 😉


But yeah, it’s about trying to put yourself in more of a helper role. Don’t keep singling yourself out because of your own plight and current dissatisfaction with it….it’s limiting. Leave yourself where you are, but also try and imagine yourself where they are, but at their side trying to assist them in any endeavors they are trying to accomplish. Almost like rooting on a complete stranger from a distance. Everyone needs fans. Even me. I need some case fans for my computer. Actually, I already have them…just need to get off my fat ass and install them.




^dEpEchE modE- Just Can’t Get Enough (Schizo Mix)^




I can prolly comment on just about anything and everything. But the comment that most have trouble dealing with? Yeah…not having one. Or, just choosing not to espouse it/not making a comment. I mean, isn’t that comment enough sometimes? Not that I need any motivation or encouragement to run my mouth incessantly.


Lolz




^Daft Punk – Around The World^


I relayed what might be considered a rather bold statement to someone recently, and this comment was in regard to the movie Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows…which I called “The Gone With The Wind for our generation.”


*/cough...*


 


Cade opines about Games of Shadows to Roob


A quip like that is prolly gonna cause some guffaws, but this movie is fucking HUGE! It addresses our own Civil War and Civil Wars, and does so via another time whose effects are still rippling via and through our own time. Commercialism is gonna be a popular word to associate with that thought. Especially as it applies to the commercialization of government. And I’m not talking about private business incorporated with government by assuming the functions of government under whatever auspices and context they assume them under…I’m talking about advertising.


Yep, advertising government and its very existence, via all kinds of mediums using all kinds of methods, up to, and including, the unkind kind. Hell, Twitter would prolly have to close-up shop if people weren’t yelling at each other over whatever bullshit “latest development” they are yelling about. And not that I mind this yelling per se. But I really don’t give a shit how much a jacket that the First Lady Melania Trump is wearing cost. It’s hers. She bought it. Who cares? If you have $200 set aside to spend on a jacket, are you gonna buy a $20 jacket and donate the rest of the money to UNICEF? I doubt it. So what’s the big fucking deal?


Welp…government and advertising. Not that I am recommending subversion. But if you don’t stop to consider how cool it is to have the opportunity of having the honor of “being blocked on Twitter by The President of The United States”…and then going on to bitch about this publicly using the same medium?


Yeah…interesting times. I used to have to write letters if I wanted to talk to The President. It took months and sometimes years to get a response, assuming you got one at all.




^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^


Yep…a lot of cool themes addressed in this movie. Not saying that the bad stuff addressed is cool. But the manner in which these issues are addressed…is cool. Some might say that this layering would be “Hollywood’s” overt attempt at subversion in indoctrinating our children.


/me rolls eyes


Got news for ya pal and pal-ettes, we are motherfucking STEEPED in currency with respect to our situation(s)…meaning we are current and up to date on the conditions of the pool in the deep end. And much like the earthquake pool at the top, “the deep end” depends on your time-based perspective in a changing environment, as sometimes…under the right circumstances…the shallow end can become the deep end real fucking quick.


Everything Depends on context.


Intent.


Intentions.


Will.


What “will” you do?


What was your reason for?


When?


Before?


Or after?


Did anything change?


When?


According to whom?




^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^




I’m just guessing here, but it seems to me that the personal computer may be replacing the silver screen and television with respect to channeling fear(s). Or maybe just augmenting it. Prolly much the way that movies replaced and then augmented stage/live theatre, and television later replaced and then augmented movies. So I can understand the prevalence of invasiveness. But there’s nothing written that says you must own a computer and/or television. And you prolly also make your own decisions as whether or not you attend theatres of any kind.


Thinking in this vein, it’s almost like a reverse “getting shit for free” angle with respect to privacy and data harvesting. One of the prevailing notions is that of obtaining free energy. Welp, it seems to me that we’ve been obtaining free energy for the entire written record of recorded history. Just…someone somewhere along the line found a whole shitload of it, had more than they could ever use, and started selling it to others so that they didn’t have to do the work themselves when in need of energy in that form.


If you’ve never seen the documentary called “I AM” by filmmaker Tom Shadyac, he addresses this same concept/principle. But you have to keep some contexts in mind when thinking about wealth distribution. Primarily the thought that the wealth has already been distributed, it’s all in what we do with it from there. We already have everything there is…now we just gotta decide what to do with it.


Yeah…no really much to think about there. I don’t have jack shit cept for what I do, and I’m not sure what I else I really need other than those things that I do need. There’s a few things that I want as well, but I have no idea how to get them…so I must not need them.


/shrug


It’s a good flick. Hell, a great flick. But then again, I’ve traveled a path that is similar in many ways to that of the filmmaker, so I would prolly be expected to like the film. irrespective, definitely worth a watch.




^I Am | trailer US (2011)^


The trailer above stresses the following…


Q: What is wrong with the world, and what can we do about it?


I have a question my very own self…


Q: What if there is nothing wrong with the world?


A: Kinda works its own self out, eh?


Not trying to spoil the flick, but I recall the filmmaker finding a similar answer during the course of his journey via a question that he might not have even thought to ask.


If you look for something…you will find it.




^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^




Last night, I wrote a crazy-assed story that you may or may not have read by now. It was inspired simply by scrolling through some tweets on Twitter, and noticing one about the final game being played later that evening for The Stanley Cup Finals. The person who Tweeted it was saying something to the effect of “Go Pens” or something like that, which I found strange seeing as how this person appears to live in Texas somewhere. Not that we are still strangers to ice hockey here in Texas, nor that everyone in Texas who follows professional hockey should be a Stars fan because they are the only pro team in the entire state, but it did get me to thinking.


The first thing that I thought about was Conference Loyalty. It’s very prevalent in professional football between the AFC and NFC, but I don’t know enough about professional hockey in The US to even know if they have divisions. Checked the NHL website, and they do indeed have divisions/conferences…cleverly enough…Eastern and Western. Dallas is in the Western, and Pittsburg in the Eastern, so I guess it could be that if they hate the Dallas Stars. But prolly just a Pittsburgh Penguins fan.


But anyway…yeah…that’s the kind of crap I started thinking about, and then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports, then I started thinking about the nuttiness of professional sports fans…so…I got as nutty as possible with the story. “Extreme Sports” are not really necessary for there to be extreme circumstances within a sport. But if you expect everything within a certain realm to stay exactly as it is via as it was in order to better order and manage, while at the same time that you also expect growth? Maybe you are asking too much.


Suggestion: Indestructible Immortal Robots...it's the only way to be sure.




^Raven – On And On 1985^




I wonder how you would like…check up on your Indestructible Immortal Robot to see how it’s coming along? I’ve mentioned before, that without a hell of an extended warranty plan, and one bad-assed customer support team? Yeah…you could leave a thinking hunk of metal stranded somewhere for a long-assed time if something breaks. It’d prolly be pretty fucking pissed-off when you finally somehow showed up to check on them.


Just sayin.




^Nitzer Ebb – Never Known^


Thinking like that tho is prolly why I think the concept of “The Three Laws of Robotics” will fail. Especially as it relates to the individual laws themselves and their linear nature/linear looping nature that completely omits the whole of the concept itself. Very…erm…dictatorial. Needs more choice. Even if that choice is not to implement these “laws” at all. Governance is not about assurance.


In my mind, it’s more about assurances and assuring. It allows things to develop. Less singular in a more singular way. Flowy. Fuzzy. Which in and of themselves are quite rigid in their flowy fuzzy flow. Dunno…I gots no answers, and no one is asking anything anyway…so…yeah or something.




^Meshuggah on Shovel^




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Doo come back and check out Part 2…




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Missive From ‘Merica: Tales of Tooth
		
	
	

		


Social media has gone mad for a picture of a hare with a cigarette in its mouth taken at Dublin Airport on Sunday.




Dear Reader, I saw the photo of the smoking leporid on Twitter this morning…







… However, all is not what it seems…


But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.


They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”




… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…


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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...


I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.


Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.


The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.


The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.


There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.


I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.


Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.


As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.


Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.


I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.


I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.


Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.


(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)


cYa | cFa




^Gnarls Barkley – Crazy^


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*Any luck finding that video on YouTube, Clicky?*


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*Aw never mind… /pats snout…*


Now, Cade and the hockey fan, Kitty, both live in Texas and today there was another story about a kerfuffle in Texas with ICE…




Texas Democrat Threatens To Kill Republican On Legislative Floor After He Called ICE On Protesting Illegal Immigrants.






*Goodbye? Already? What no Song, Clicky?*