Short Butt Sweet…

Tanger Peel

*You got the tangerine peel out of the slop bucket to photograph it, Clicky? …/looks aghast…*

your worth it

*/pats snout… You are worth it, Clicky… /lights up…*

*/smokes contentedly…*

 

Sync and Swim…

*Bloody ‘ell, Clicky. That’s a blast from the past…*

We learnt on Friday, Dear Reader, that the actor Albert Finney had died, at the ripe old age of 82…

… As far as I know, Albert Finney was a kindly man: he sent an exquisite flower arrangement and warm words to my parent’s home in 1993 when my dad, Bob, died. Although he only knew the actor through the service he’d provided him – chauffeur driven cars – Bob and Finney had apparently struck up a warm, working relationship. Dad never mentioned this to us though, so when the illustrious Finney’s flowers arrived two days before the funeral, it came as a pleasant shock during a time of deep grief…

Roob tells Cade about Finney

*/lights up… Okay, Clicky, I see your ‘Ocean’ connection there… /drags... But the Billy Ocean Song was from ‘Jewel of the Nile’, not romancing El Corazón… /streams smoke… And Albert Finney appeared in neither flick, Click… *

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*Oceans are full of ‘finney’ creatures… /rolls eyes… Trust a fuckin’ dolphin to spot that… /drags…*

*I can’t believe I sat through over two hours of that movie for less than a minute of Albert Finney… /blows smoke rings… playing Mrs Michael Douglas’ father… /flicks ash…*

*Whoa, that’s deep, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

Click in time

*Haha… /pats snout… Get a Song…*

Time Lard of the Smoke Rings…

This shamble, Dear Reader, starts on Friday evening with the decision taken, with my good friend Cade, to remote view ‘Lord of the Rings’ together…

*Yes… /lights up… the extended versions, Clicky… /drags… two down, one to go…*

… and a separate Twitter convo – also with Cade – that was started by Legs…

Legs Cade and Roob Friday Convo 1

*/streams smoke… You couldn’t resist, could you, Clicky? …/wipes lips… You know Hugo has a preference for lollipops over jelly babies…*

… ‘Twas Cade that mentioned ‘lard’…

Legs Cade and Roob Friday Convo 1

*/puffs contentedly…*

‘In an unusual warning, doctors have reported the case of a man who injected cocaine into his urethra to heighten sexual pleasure and then, through ”extravagant complications,” suffered gangrene that led to the loss of both legs, nine fingers and his penis.

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*I know! …/plays with lighter… Hugo brought the Max Headroom Doctor Who incident to my attention ages ago…*

Legs Cade and Roob Friday Convo 3

*/flicks ash… One of Cade’s earlier blog efforts, Clicky… /drags… *

… Then on Saturday morning, Dear Reader, I read a hilarious post about a ‘slush pile’…

Cade and Roob Saturday Convo 1

*/blows smoke ring… I wonder if he read it yet? …/blows smoke ring… Weird, the meaning behind ‘slush fund’, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… It’s all very porky… /licks lips…*

… And that might of been that for rendered fat and ships syncs, you might think, Dear Reader, except for my Twitter feed this afternoon…

*And the other one, Clicky…*

*/laughs like a drain and stubs butt…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉

Shh! Words To A Void

*/flicks lighter…*

*/lights up…*

*/drags…*

*/streams smoke…*

*/coughs…*

*/spits…*

*/smokes…*

*/taps ash…*

*/stubs butt…*

 

Adventures in Proof Reading…

I’m spending the day proofreading, Dear Reader. A final read through of Leggy’s novel, ‘Norman’s House’, intended for release next month…

garyk30 calcs on a fagbox

*Aw fanks Clicky… /slides out cigarette… You put Garyk30’s comment on the box? …/flicks lighter… Fink it’s meant to go on the back, luv… /drags… Still it looks miles better than before… /plumes smoke…*

… And I experienced a sync earlier when I stopped to make myself a sammich because I was feeling a bit peckish. Ham, pickled onions and mayo if you must know…

*Royalty? …/squints… Castles…*

roob relates a castle sync on merovee

*/drags… Play the Song, Clicky… /blows smoke rings…*

‘He forgot all about Mandy and Norman as he stared at the expanse of grass. The sun had set behind the surrounding buildings, but there was still enough light to see the garden. All of the grass had been cut, and raked into neat piles. A faint promise of new green showed through the yellow stalks. The patches of shrubbery were still wild, although even they seemed more controlled than they had on his last visit.’

Norman’s House by H.K. Hillman – to be published February 2019

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*/flicks ash… I’d been looking up furty one after seeing GaryK30’s calculation, Clicky… /deep drag… Come to fink of it… /holds smoke… Phenex was in ‘Jessica’s Trap’… /streams smoke… A fantastic read…*

… Royal castles, whispering grass and a rough calculation came together to sync with a gardener in a novel that I’m currently proof reading…

The Thirty-first Spirit is Foras. He is a Mighty President, and appeareth in the Form of a Strong Man in Human Shape. He can give the understanding to Men how they may know the Virtues of all Herbs and Precious Stones. He teacheth the Arts of Logic and Ethics in all their parts. If desired he maketh men invisible, and to live long, and to be eloquent. He can discover Treasures and recover things Lost. He ruleth over 29 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, which wear thou, etc.’

— S. L. MacGregor Mathers (1904)

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*/stubs butt… Coming soon, Clicky. Ooh… /rubs gut… Get a Song, I’m gonna… /farts loudly… That’ll be the pickled onions working…*

Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉

Noes Knows…

LAST TIME

*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout… That post featured a Brexit-hear… /makes rollie…*

‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’

Yesterday, MPs voted on PM Jackboots’ DisMay Deal for leaving the EU, Dear Reader. It did not go so well for the poor mare…

*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags…  fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*

… I posted not-eyes of the result in the Red universe of MEROVEE. Cue Selfie…

roob brings news to merovee 1

The Prime Minister had better luck this evening, however, when the LOTO’s tabled ‘Motion of No Confidence’, following last night’s historic defeat, was beaten. Again by the noes. A short one; only nineteen votes this time…

*Gove triggered? …/smokes… MPs shouting ’til they’re hoarse…*

*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*

In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.

In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”

It’s sad to say, but both the Government and Opposition have proven themselves to be utter shite at implementing the result of the Independence Referendum. But what to do, Dear Reader?

*Mrs Reign, eh? …/chortles…*

Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Bah ‘Umbug

Gotta missive for you now, Dear Reader, from the Okie Text US Devil. He sent it to me on Thursday but I’ve delayed posting it as we’ve also embarked on remote viewing ‘The Wire’ together this week…

*It’s fuckin’ grippin’, Clicky… /lights up… Why’d the fuck it take me so long… /drags… to see it, eh? …/streams smoke… Fuck gnos…*

We were interrupted on Tuesday evening when the domicile in which Cade resides lost power. We were cut off, so I decided to watch ‘Brexit: The Uncivil War’ that had been broadcast on Channel 4 the previous night. I told Legs…

roob tells legs about the brexit movie

 *His first birthday that we spent together… /grins… ‘Return to the Forbidden Planet’… /drags… based on ‘The Tempest’ by Shakes-Sphere… /blows smoke rings...* 

 

*Dunno what the fuss is about. The yellow vested Brexit-hear did great… /taps ash… Hang on, what’s today’s date, Clicky?*

*Our wedding anniversary! …/cocks head… Is that the phone? Fuck!*

 

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Bob Zmuda just appeared on my radar. So let’s do this. Let’s doo a re:view of the…

SYNCHROSPHERE!!!

SYNCHROSPHERE!!! <—(this is a textual echo)


(this is also an echo “tex tu, al”) —> SYNCHROSPHERE!!!


SYNCHROSPHERE!!! <—(yep, more decaying, textual echo)

 

Wait, what’s that? You don’t know who Bob Zmuda is and are wondering why I’m not tossing you a link?

Well look him up your own damn self. 

You’re reading this, which means you have Internet access, which means you have access to search engines and all kinds of media, which means that if you want to know who in the fuck Bob Zmuda is, you’ve the freedom to look him up at your own leisure.

There are a couple of reasons why I don’t like linking. First, the search mechanisms that I choose to use may be something that you and your SJW or Republican Party buddies hate and boycott and protest or whatever. Similarly, I may sometimes utilize pathways you’ve never heard of, and by default, you are skeptical and think I’m trying to e-lead you…

e-down

…some e-dark

…and e-untrustworthy

…e-pathway.

But one of the big reasons that I hate using hyperlinks is because they change. As of late I’ve noticed that some entities are getting really fucking sloppy with link maintenance.

 (prolly due to reliance on automation, but that's just a guess)
Wikipedia: Link Rot
Link Rot
Dead-Link
Broken-Link
Deep Linking
What is difference between dead and broken link?

For those of you who did not know such things existed? Well, they do. And instead of me magically teleporting you directly into the middle of the party, it’s typically best if I show you the way to the front door where you can go in like everyone else, if you so choose. This also allows you to make your own travel arrangements, and you can arrive/leave any time you like. I’m such a nice guy. So thoughtful. So considerate. Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back until the next paragraph.

^Rebuke – Along Came Polly^

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A quick note here before we start to do our digging around The Synchrosphere. The other day on my own blog, I made mention that I’ve started to recycle more and more music in my posts. This is primarily due to the difficulties I face finding new music. If I find some really cool new song on YouTube, and this song does not have a lot of views, YouTube will not create an YT-generated playlist based on this song for me, which would in turn associate similar new music on this playlist.

(goddamn automation...goddamn it straight to hell) 

YouTube will not start adding a video to auto-generated playlists until it reaches so many views. Of course, this may also be a content creator driven thing, because I’m sure that anything monetized will get less cash if YT points it out, than if a user were to find it on their own. This would keep more money in the pocket of content creators, so, makes sense. I have no idea how their shit works tho, just brainstorming based on what I see.

So yeah, recycling a lot of music, when I used to not do that at all. Every song and every image was always something I’d never used in a previous post.

(with very few exceptions) 

That said, all links I share are a “take it or leave it” kind of thing anyway, and I share a lot of music that most people prolly didn’t even know existed. Even I didn’t know it existed until I did. Hell, at some point, even the artist that created it didn’t even know it existed.

 Weird...eh?

^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Official Video)^

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For anyone new to this shit, you may be wondering what “The Synchrosphere” is. Join the fucking club, and I don’t mean those who utilize The Syncrhosphere as a medium for finding people to have sex with. Is there such an arm within The Synchrosphere? As far as I can tell, yeah prolly.

Anyway, The Syncrhosphere seems to revolve mostly around the sharing and exchange of information and ideas. It also seems to be loaded with writers, which means that some will utilize The Synchrosphere as a way for letting other authors know what they working on (professional courtesy kind of network), and still others prolly use it as a field for harvesting ideas. Since we’ve got data and information flowing, and a lot of this “Syncrhosphere” is for the most part out in the open/public, that means that governments, businesses and all kinds of other groups are going to be poking their noses in to see what it’s all about.

You're nosey as fuck, so why wouldn't others be too? 

Plus, the damn thing has a name, and a lot of it centers around spiritualism/religion, psychology, philosophy and history.

Dangerous place with dangerous ideas from dangerous people

History being the most dangerous thing there is, so anything with a history slant is by default going to attract all kinds of interests. That said, and as best I can tell, the first thing that The Synchrosphere did when it was created, was split.

Time,

space,

matter,

energy,

synchonicity,

synchromysticism,

synchromystics,

synchrosophisticates,

synchronauts,
synchrosnots,
synchronots,
synchroknots

…All kinds of crap seems to have spun out of this one idea from one dude named Jake Kotze, but I’ve read here and there that even that fact is hotly contested. Creating a bandwagon means you’re going to have all kinds of people jumping on board for all kinds of reasons, and a lot of those motherfuckers are going to want to drive at some point. But, that’s the intent, so, digress.

NOTE: “Time” seems to be on a lot of minds. Hence, this place attracted me.

^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game^

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X: What are you thinking here?

Cade: I’m wondering if this is the place for me to do my long-winded rambles.

X: Meaning, you are wondering if you should be investigating a topical type something in “a missive”?

Cade: Yes. Missives are supposed to be the jumbled bunch of nonsense that I write about when I feel like writing, but have nothing to write about.

Z: Didn’t start out that way though, did it.

Cade: No, it did not. Just kinda developed that way over time.

T: Did you put a lot of thought into that?

Cade: Not in the way that I think you mean.

T: And what is it that you think I mean?

Cade: I’ve never given much consideration to what I write for here, and what I wrote for my own blog(s). Have tried to just let it develop.

X: I was under the impression that you never intended to write anything at all over at your own blog.

Cade: Things changed.

X: Any relevant data you can pass along so as to inform any readers as to what changed?

Cade: It’s not “complicated”, if that’s what you are getting at.

X: You lost me.

Cade: The situations that developed to facilitate change are complex, not complicated.

X: Meaning…simple.

Cade: For the most part yeah. A lot of my decisions have already been made for me. I just have to walk the path.

X: I still think some specifics would help.

Cade: Being mindful of the needs of those that I interact with.

X: And who do you interact with?

Cade: Me mostly.

X: That doesn’t sound very “mindful of others’ needs” to me.

Cade: Ironic that me NOT being mindful of others’ needs would also be chalked up as selfish and/or self-centered.

X: Loads of ironies in creation so it would seem.

Cade: Asking someone to take 4 to 5 hours or more out of their day to edit one of these things can be pretty selfish in my opinion.

X: Let me ask you a question about that since she will read this before anyone else does.

Cade: Fire away.

X: Is this your roundabout way of asking her if your writing is taking up too much of her time?

Cade: No. We talked about this very subject only recently, and we talked about some parameters that might make these things more tolerable. There’s no need to use innuendo in these things because we talk all the time.

X: So what’s the problem?

Cade: I’m not sure exactly. I just noticed that the first section or “paragraph” as I call them, was mighty long in this particular whatever.

X: So pull it all out, post all this on your own blog, and start over with something new for The LoL.

Cade: No.

X: Why not?

Cade: Because I started this with her in mind.

X: There it is.

Cade: Indeed…there it is.

X: The more you definitive you get, the less you have.

Cade: It kinda appears that way sometimes.

X: And you want it all.

Cade: Of course. Who doesn’t?

X: …

^The Prodigy – Omen (Official Video)^

original

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^Imagine Dragons – It’s Time^

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*Like fuck it has! …/stubs butt…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader… 😉