*Well that’s disturbing …/lights up… Go on then, Clicky, you heard sourpuss Soubry’s demands… /drags… Get the Police… /streams smoke… Someone’s in need of a fix…*
*Kinda literal…*
*Allegedly, Clicky, allegedly…*
*Pfft. Naturally…*
*And a singalong to finish… /flicks ash… Of course you can tweet them to the traitorous bitch, Clicky, butt don’t expect any fanks…*
… I’ve been following the political shenanigans and neglecting Cade’s latest missive. Let me start to rectify that for you now with Part 3, Dear Reader. The fourth installment will be along later today. Enjoy! ❤
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So for anyone who reads this shit and may be wondering why I wander like I do when I’m writing, well, I’m trying to remember. Trying to remember what I know, and trying to know why I remember things in the way(s) that I do. We are CONSTANTLY bombing ourselves with information of all kinds, all whilst trying to keep the shit we already know…straight. It’s sometimes like committing yourself to taking the kinks out of a live snake…
quite the contest
It used to bother me when I would remember things incorrectly. My nickname was “The Professor”, and I was expected to not only remember and recall things that others had forgotten; however, that information had to be immediately available when requested, and, it had to be correct. But as I’ve progressed in my life, I’ve found myself chasing the inconsistencies. In my case, these “inconsistencies” tend to revolve primarily around my ability to recall within a time frame that which is acceptable to whomever is requesting said information. If the recall isn’t both total and instantaneous, the integrity of the information is questioned, and the quality of my role as an information storage unit is called into doubt.
Welp, I never asked to be your own personal hall of instant infinite information, it’s just something I do, and you grew to rely on me in that capacity. I’ve packed fucktons of data in the memory banks since you last interacted with me, and as far as I can tell, I’m the only one that still interacts with the majority data that I have been collecting. No one seems to want to know what I know, so, I keep myself busy trying to keep packing it in as well as trying to keep it organized so that it’s available when and if needed. I have no idea what in the fuck anyone is going to ask me, nor when and where they are going to ask me, so I do the best I can.
/shrug
^Underworld – Shudder / King of Snake^
Keeping what is contextually pertinent to me?
Yeah, that's a challenge as well
Knowing the best way to construct a Silicon atom from scratch, at a distance of 65,363.95 miles from Jupiter’s north pole when you are using Earth-time(s) and Earth-distance(s)?
You've gotta admit that's a pretty fucking weird thing to know
Especially when you need things like 63 gluons from Alpha Centauri, 2 up Quarks from Luna, and they all need to be orbited by a single Neutrino from Sol that will parse the particles in route to some not-very-well-defined point 65,363.95 miles from Jupiter’s north pole?
What…in the FUCK…would I personally ever need to know such a thing for? Meh fuckit, someone might need to know that someday.
I'll keep it handy
^Depeche Mode – Love In Itself (Longer UltraTraxx Remix)^
A peek behind the veil for anyone who wants to look.
Yeah, it’s not the same without the voice.
Still, you wanna know how things are constructed right?
Welp, this is how it’s done.
Enjoy
^DM Cover Policy of Truth Live Instrumental^
Here’s one with a voice.
It’s not Dave’s voice, and the version itself is quite…exploratory.
Interpretive…if you will.
Still pretty fucking awesome tho.
jmo
^Policy Of Truth cover strings version, Depeche Mode Fan Art^
Here’s “the real deal” for anyone who wants to explore further.
Something strange happened late last night, Dear Reader. I was scrolling through my YT history, to find something I knew I’d seen, and saw something I’d never seen. A video. This video…
From it’s placement above another video. This video…
… And below this video…
… I’d managed to watch something I have never, ever watched – until I watched it whilst scrolling through my YT history late last night – sometime yesterday daytime. How on earth did I manage to do that?
Anyhoo, hears Part 2 of Cade’s mighty missive that I was remiss in not posting last week. Enjoy! ❤
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Did you know that there was a 1.5bn dollar lottery back in October, and the winner just finally came forward to claim the prize?
They were cutting it close
I think you have to claim the prize within like 120 days of the drawing, otherwise, the money gets folded back into the jackpot pool. But can you imagine what it would be like to have someone drop $1,500,000,000 into your lap? That $300,000 house around the corner that you’ve been eyeballing is suddenly possible, but you’ll never buy it. Not now anyway. I mean fuck, the Côte d’Azur is now a possibility.
Financially anyway
Dunno how open the residents of the French Riviera are to South Carolina natives invading their turf, even if they are loaded. Which speaking of, I watched a movie with a certain someone the other day, called ‘Rush’.
The movie was pretty good, and I knew the name Niki Lauda from my childhood, but I’d never seen the flick. Anyway, in a lot of the footage in the film, I recognized many of the tracks. God only knows how many laps I’ve done on those tracks myself. What? You don’t believe me?
I remember watching a race on TV when I was a kid. They showed one of the racers in the pits without his helmet, and the guy didn’t have an ear. Just a nub kinda thing that looked like a shrunken cauliflower ear, and I coulda swore that it was Cale Yarborough.
I was a kid, and it shocked the shit out of me because there were other obvious burn types of scarring, so I asked my dad, who was watching the race with me. I recall him telling me…
“Yeah, he was burned pretty bad in a crash and lost most of his ear.”
Yikes
Now, I was no stranger to crashes nor injuries because I’d been around racing since I was born. I think I recall reading in a Hot Rod Magazine article that “Big Daddy” Don Garlits had lost most or all of his toes on one foot in an accident.
But this was a burn. A burn that resulted in a “disfigurement” that I only previously was unaware as being possible. Not that I was unfamiliar with damn near having my ear ripped off by an angry adult, nor am I any stranger to burns either, but seeing Lauda’s ear in the movie brought back memories of seeing that race as a kid and the image of some dude with his ear burned off.
I don’t know why I always associated that ear with Cale Yarborough. I have no idea if Yarborough ever lost an ear. Maybe it was Lauda, but why would I be associating a NASCAR driver with an F1 driver’s injury? God only knows how much racing I consumed as a kid via magazines, TV, and being at the track every Friday night, Saturday night, and sometimes Sunday afternoons. But what in the fuck would Niki Lauda be doing at a stock car race sometime in the 1970s? Andretti is the only F1 driver I know of that ever was around stock cars until recent times.
It’s been an very busy week or so, Dear Reader. Apart from requisite time spent in the Tower, I’ve been writing and editing short stories for ‘Underdog Anthology 8 – Transgenre Dreams’…
*/lights up… My story is two love stories… /drags… For the price of one… /stream smoke… Of course I called it ‘BOGOF’, Clicky…*
… And Cade sent through a missive, which I have been very remiss in not posting. So, here’s the first part. I’ve decided to split it…
Enjoy! ❤
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Ya gotta look and play the part.
Ever wonder why anti-smoking hides behind the rhetoric of anti-big corporations and healthism rather than openly state their moral intolerance of the 'uneducated' and 'dirty' working class? No? Yeh well its a bit too obvious. pic.twitter.com/aH0XVbEpU7
How do you know who to believe when a discrepancy is discovered and/or a dispute arises? Your first instinct will likely be to look for some authentic looking uniform/clothing, insignia, credentials, etc.
Venezuela #PDVSA workers of state controlled oil giant protest over unpaid wages. Maduro answers with state police. Tic Toc…. pic.twitter.com/QBz3MY6lkb
Others may show “they mean business” by comporting themselves in other ways.
28/28 #Best#RoyalFamily Moments of 2018 – The Duke & Duchess of Cambridge Meet the Swedish Royal Family – On a four-day royal tour of Sweden and Norway, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met their Swedish counterparts, Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel. pic.twitter.com/6XFw4IiuTe
You just gotta stay on top of the game in order to stay in it. Me? I’m not very hep or hip or whatever. I had no idea his name was Keith Flint. The only member of The Prodigy who’s name I knew, was Leeroy, and as far as I know, he’s been out of the Prodigy for some time.
/me shrugs
^The Prodigy – Take Me To The Hospital (Official Video)^
I can only imagine what a nightmare that crap above was to format.
(sorry Roob)
Oh btw, if you’re looking for the “master tapes”…
they’re in the library…
with Colonel Mustard.
Something about a key,
but I have no idea what any of that means.
Sounds like some kind of argument to validate authenticity.
…so I am really happy to be able to take a break, and present a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil, for your delectation…
*Yeah, I don’t think living in Text US automatically makes him a cowboy, Clicky…*
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I need all of you to line up in a non-quiet and disorderly fashion.
I just wanna see what kind of line forms out of ordered chaos.
Yes…I’m ordering you…to be chaotic.
GO!!!
CHOP CHOP!!! I ain't got all day.
^Netsh – sleep.exe [ARTS037]^
People sometimes talk as if fate is some kind of cakewalk. Just kick back, and it’ll come your way since it is preordained. The thing is, that you can typically only see synchs backwards.
A – You experience an odd coincidence.
B – As a result of the odd coincidence, you go left instead of right at the next intersection.
C – Godzilla attacks the video store you were headed to had you turned right instead of left, and everyone in the store dies.
D – You do not die, hence, the Universe signaled you at “A”, you listened, all is right with the world.
('cept for the dead people of course)
You are viewing all that shit backwards, not forwards. You had no idea any of that nonsense was going to happen, but it did, and you’ve got a marker to hang on to…
the synch.
But you may want to consider that had you turned right and continued your jaunt to the video store, that’s no guarantee that you would have died, nor anyone else for that matter. Perhaps if you had turned right, Godzilla would have diverted his/her wrath on the vape shop instead of the video store. Maybe all this “synch” and “sync” nonsense is sometimes just a certain level of awareness at certain points in time. You are part of this crazy nonsense afterall. I’m sure The Universe is just as concerned about you as they are anyone else. With that in mind…
Q: Are you concerned about The Universe?
A: ¿?
Of course, when this “preordained” destiny of yours doesn’t come your way, or doesn’t come in the way that it was preordained, you are likely to take matters into your own hands and start chasing this destiny that was supposed to fall into your lap at some point.
Don’t sweat it tho.
Prolly just a scheduling error.
Time and times can be funky sometimes.
^E-Z Rollers – Tough At The Top^
Cade: Yes, I know…there is a discrepancy.
X: And what would that discrepancy be?
Cade: You.
X: Me?
Cade: Well, no…I mean the participant.
T: Think you can clarify? You’re giving me a headache.
Cade: You, as in the participant in a “sync” experience as it happens.
Z: But you have to explain it to others, backwards. Is that what you are trying to say?
Cade: Yes. You experience it forwards, you reflect on it internally in a simultaneous forwards/backwards way…
0: But have to share the experience with others backwards, we get it. But why didn’t you just say that in the first place?
Cade: A job worth doing is worth doing right?
X: …
Cade: OK, so, I don’t like editing what I write.
X: And why would that be?
Cade: Because it leaves a bunch of shit out. Important shit.
X: The stumbling and bumbling…mistakes and the like.
Cade: Correct. It turns what could be a dialogue…
B: Into a one-way conversation. A statement. A speech. A diatribe.
Cade: A mother-fucking monologue.
X: And these, uh, “monologues” that you mention, they are bad?
Cade: They certainly seem apt to leave you standing alone.
0: And what exactly is wrong with being alone pray tell?
Cade: Nothing. If that’s where you want to be.
X: Where are we?
Cade: Here.
X: And where do we want to be?
Cade: Here.
X: And where is that?
Cade: Here.
X: That’s where you’ll always be.
Cade: I know that anyone reading this will unlikely pick up on the vibe that I’m feeling based on your thought/statement, but there’s a weird simultaneousness to the thought of “still being where I’ve been, as well as I’m already at where I’ve yet to be, all while I am where I am.”
X: Destiny.
Cade: Something like that.
0: Woah woah woah…what do you mean “something like that”?
Cade: The past is many times just as fuzzy as the future, and sometimes the present is fuzzier still.
Z: Care to elaborate?
Cade: Trying to explain something that has happened and/or is happening, to someone else who has no reference points, nor baselines except for what I tell them. Dunno about you, but that’s pretty fucking fuzzy to me.
Z: Any examples?
Cade: Now.
Z: If you’ll expand on that, I’ll listen.
Cade: Fair enough. I was thinking about JAL Flight 123, and the movie ‘Unbreakable’. However, while thinking about those examples, I decided that they were both impertinent.
Z: Impertinent in any all contexts and by all definitions?
Cade: Yes. They are both similar, not same.
Z: But those examples are both poignant and relatable, and based in both fact and fiction.
Cade: The fantastic. I shouldn’t have to use some fantastic or incredible anecdotal evidence completely unrelated to me in order to tell my own story.
Z: What if it helps?
Cade: What if it hurts?
Z: Touché. But where does the listener/reader come in?
Cade: I think that a lot of times, using “the distant” distances us even further.
Z: I could use a bit of expansion on that thought.
0: Join the club.
X: You are thinking both “god(s)” and “religion” there aren’t you.
Cade: Yes. You’ve got these secretive clicks that strive to keep their shit hidden. Participation seems to distance us even further.
X: Maybe that’s a construct that drives how The Universe keeps expanding. Ever think of that?
Cade: You coulda just said “get away from me”, but yes, I do think about that. I think about it all the time.
B: And is that why that line from Star Trek Beyond hit you so hard?
Cade: Yes. Chasing something that is forever out of reach.
B: Basically, chasing something that isn’t there.
Cade: The unreachable is just as much there as anything else.
T: Just, unreachable?
Cade: I can’t be what I am not. And, I’m pretty happy with who I am.
Z: Took you a while to get there tho.
Cade: So what? I’m here.
Z: Now what?
Cade: /me shrugs…dunno.
Z: …
Cade: Look, I’m not fond of editing my “as I go” bullshit because I feel that it creates a false impression.
Z: What type of impression are you trying to create?
Cade: That’s a good question. One I can’t really answer other than say that I stumbled around for decades trying to say all the right shit, and it never felt right.
Z: Once you start in one direction, forces work to keep you in that same direction.
Cade: Yes. No room for fuckups. No room for controversy. No room for anything other than this implied perfection that results from peer approval(s).
Z: You’re only as good as they say you are?
Cade: That’s how I fucked up in music. I shoulda just kept making my music, my way instead of judging everything I did based on whether or not people liked it/approved of it.
Z: Wasn’t that the point though? To make a living making music?
Cade: It shouldn’t have been. I enjoyed the hell out of making music, I had a “normal” job I loved, what more do you need?
Z: It didn’t happen that way tho, did it.
Cade: No. I was very unhappy in a lot of ways. The job I had was great, but didn’t pay well, I was working overtime all the time just to pay the bills, and the job was becoming unstable because of all the changes going on in the airline industry.
Z: Are you really going to sit here and rant on and on for another page or so?
Cade: Not here. Not in this fashion. Thanks for the heads-up.
Z: No problem.
Cade: …
^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^
Do you have a detractor in your life?
‘There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death.’
– Proverbs 14:12
I just sometimes wonder… You’re sailing along, everything is great, everything you are doing seems exactly correct, you are bubbling with pride at being all great and awesome and stuff, then suddenly….
BLAM!!!
The Universe broadsides the living fuck out of you with some crazy nonsense that you never saw coming, nor would you ever have seen coming. So my question to you is…
do you have a detractor in your life?
Someone who reminds you what a complete fuckhead you can be when the cameras aren’t on, or the crowds have all gone home? That you are mortal. That you are fallible. Not suggesting that you need a lackey that does nothing but call you names and make fun of you, but someone that speaks their mind without fear of reprisal. More than that, someone that you listen to. Someone you don’t try and dominate. Someone that is neither disposable nor indispensable. Someone who is there because they choose to be, and someone that you want around because they want to be around. An equal, and potentially an equal that is far above you in many ways.
I'm lucky like that.
^Closer – Nine Inch Nails (with lyrics)^
It’s weird the things that suddenly materialize in your life.
Things that you saw, you remember, but remember kinda wrong.
Then suddenly…what you were looking for but couldn’t find…appears outta nowhere.
There’s no doubt that this is the one.
Or maybe there is doubt.
Pretty sure this is the one tho.
^MIRROR: The King of Love is a Dead Man^
I recently had some fuck named Neil Gaiman wander into my life and crush the shit out of all my hopes and dreams. I’ve had some time to reflect on the powdered remains mixed with many a crocodile tear, and I guess it’s more of a fact that I’ve had to reevaluate a lot of things that I’m working on. So in effect, the guy has helped sharpen my focus.
THANKS DICKHEAD!!! 😛
Powdered dreams + crocodile tears makes for some good clay.
Here's hoping anyway.
^Kings of Leon – Closer (HQ)^
I’d read his book ‘Sandman’ a few years ago. Or at least, the first one. Anway, not long ago, Roob suggested a movie called ‘Stardust’ that is based on some book by Neil Gaiman. Watched the movie, and it was really good, but there were some themes in there that really crushed the shit out of me because they were similar in nature to some of the themes in some story ideas that I’ve had.
My stories are different, but the similarities of some of the things gave me pause. Flash forward a few weeks, and Roob suggests a series called ‘American Gods’ by this same dude, Neil Gaiman. Watched it, same deal. Lots of similar themes.
WTF?!?!?
Gotta keep in mind that I’m new to writing, I’m smart enough to know that there’s only so much in the world to write about, and it’s a pretty goddamn big world. I can’t know it all. I only have my experiences, my stories, and that’s all I have/all I’ll ever have. So now, I’m right back to that phase of…
Q: Do I need to read everything ever written in order to come up with something unique and original?
A: No.
I’ve been through something similar with music. Just write your music, and it is what it is.
WHEW!!!
Thanks for the education Neil.
❤
^Charlotte de Witte – Closer (Original Mix)^
So back on this sink/sync shit – who manufactures it/them? It’s your sink, you are going to use it, and what are sinks for? Washing up? HA!!! I KNEW IT!!! Yer FUCKED!!! You’re washed up.
Digress.
Sinks, as far as I know anyway, are for channeling/funneling water in and out of your home/business or whatever in an orderly and convenient fashion. It’s with that in mind, let’s us chase that/those water(s).
^Aphrodite superman jungle rmx^
There’s likely a lake or river or aquifer or some other combination of water tables that some group has connected to, and they’ve created an infrastructure of pipes and pumps and valves and monitoring systems to distribute these waters. These pipes and pumps pull and push these waters to a tap that is conveniently located near your personal proximity, and you can turn your tap(s) on and off at will to get the waters you need, when you need them. Also, there is a drainage system that allows these waters to flow on, and continue their journey after you’ve gotten what you need out of them.
Sewage/waste waters will flow away from you, where they’ll go to any number of various places via various methods, and various things will be done to these waters to possibly even return them to you at some later time. In effect, and even tho these waters are quite voluminous and expansive themselves, the bits in time that you get these waters are actually quite short in both duration and amount(s). You see/use/interact with them for only a short duration.
Filling a glass.
Rinsing a dish.
Washing your hands.
Taking a dump or peeing
Taking a bath of shower
Watering the yard or plants.
Blips on the radar screen. Odd when you think that it’s estimated that 2/3’s of our planet is said to be covered in water, and 90% of the world’s freshwater is said to be frozen in some really remote place at the South Pole. So with respect to “syncs” or synchronicities, are they any really different than what goes on in our sinks?
How much thought do you give to your water usage outside of the bill that comes due each month? Maybe this is why synchronicity is such a jarring concept. They are jarring when they happen, and they are equally jarring when they no longer happen. To relate, when the water is off because of some malfunction at the pumping station, or a broken water main, you fucking well know it eh? Your whole life is instantly turned upside down because when you turn the spigot, nothing happens. What you need…
just ain't there.
^Wicked Wicked Jungle Is Massive (Ali G Indahouse)^
Just thinking aloud that maybe being aware or being enlightened or whatever, is much more than strutting around with a mysterious and glowy Möbius strip/infinity symbol hovering above your head. The concept of ascension is great. But where’s the love for descent? How are you to handle adversity if you have an aversion to anything but up, and someone or something pulls that rug out from under you?
Meh fuckit...you'll figure it out.
^DJ Aphrodite – Acid to the sound^
BTW, is that water in your sink order, or chaos?
^when the milk hits the cereal wrong^
Not trying to sway any opinions as to what is order/chaos, just interested in your thoughts on the subject. I mean, that bullshit above looks like complete chaos at some point right? Well, if you take a moment to consider the simulation that allowed for the ordering of that chaos in a structured and coherent fashion?
*Actually, it’s pronounced more like ‘Guyman’, Clicky… /pats snout… Butt nice try…*
We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. I’m now going to get back to my scribbling, but hope to be back later in the week with a new LoL post. Until then… Have a Song 😀
‘Images of the ‘Empire’ actor have been inserted into ads for ‘Black Panther,’ ‘Green Book’ and ‘BlacKkKlansman,’ while an HBO billboard was hijacked for the second time in a month.
‘Two separate groups of conservative provocateurs took their fight against what they call the media’s “Trump Derangement Syndrome” to the streets of Los Angeles early Monday morning, posting phony entertainment ads all over the county.
‘Of the more ambitious efforts, an entire billboard advertising HBO’s Last Week Tonight With John Oliver was hijacked so that now the title is: “The Orange Man Bad Show With John Oliver.”
‘The giant billboard at the corner of La Cienega Boulevard and Pico Boulevard has an image of Oliver with a thought bubble cursing the Trump presidency and including the words “racists” and “bigots.” At the bottom of the altered ad is the phrase, “Matrix approved NPC programming.”
‘The endeavor is the second in a series for a secretive group known as The Faction, which in January took over a billboard advertising Real Time With Bill Maher, also an HBO show. Both times, The Faction used “NPC” to belittle the comedians as “non playable characters,” a video game term that has become a conservative meme for media personalities who allegedly work harder at advancing a politically correct narrative than the truth.’
… So I looked up the word ‘La Cienega…
*/lights up… The road is literally named for Rancho Las Cienegas,”The Ranch Of The Swamps”, Clicky…*
… And then looked up the word ‘Pico’…
Dear Reader, the billboard is literally on the corner of ‘Peak Swamp’…
1500s, earlier haliday (c. 1200), from Old English haligdæg “holy day, consecrated day, religious anniversary; Sabbath,” from halig “holy” (see holy) + dæg “day” (see day); in 14c. meaning both “religious festival” and “day of exemption from labor and recreation,” but pronunciation and sense diverged 16c. As an adjective mid-15c. Happy holidays is from mid-19c., in British English, with reference to summer vacation from school. As a Christmastime greeting, by 1937, American English, in Camel cigarette ads.
@KamalaHarris with "uhhhhhhh" in response to question about #SmollettHoax? She also parrots @CoryBooker on the shift to "facts unfolding" & thus appears to suddenly want "reserve judgment" now that facts don't fit her divisive narrative that Trump & his supporters are racist. pic.twitter.com/SaO0kBkRt1
*Camel, Kamala is rather tenuous, Clicky… /lights up… At best… /drags… Although I did receive a book… /cough… er, in the post today from Legs…*
*/plumes smoke… No, that’s the first in Leggy’s delightfully demonic series, Clicky. It’s set during the English Civil War and the heroine is a witch called J…*
Jussie Smollett didn't just claim he was attacked by 2 white attackers in MAGA hats who poured bleach on him and put him in a noose, he also claimed he was sent a homophobic letter containing white powder a few days before the attack. pic.twitter.com/8axvypz4kJ
*Not SAMuel’s Girl either… /drags… butt nice catch on that Tweeter’s name… /blows smoke ring… I dunno, Clicky, what with all the Brexit and Trump bashing…/blows another… Mainstream media must take us for mugs…*
*Yes! …/final drag… A signed copy of Norman’s House, plus branded mug and magnets arrived today…*
*The Leg Iron Books fridge magnets will come in handy next month… /stubs butt… when I do that open mic reading, Clicky… /bites lip… I’m fucked if I know which of my stories I’m gonna read…*
*It won’t be one of Mum’s stories… /squints… And thanks for the vote of confidence…*
…I’m going to spend my week away from work, at home, writing for the next Underdog Anthology – due out in Spring. I’m also going to be practicing reading aloud for an event. It’s a long story, Dear Reader, and I’ll tell you about it later. In the meantime, have a Song 😀
… 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…
*/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… *
*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…*
‘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.‘
*I know! …/plays with lighter… Hugo brought the Max Headroom Doctor Who incident to my attention ages ago…*
*/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’…
