Last night, and again today, Red Universe Frank made comment about Captain Oates of the ill-fated Scott expedition to reach the South Pole, together with a clip from Stanley Kubrick’s ‘The Shining’…
… Meanwhile Blue Universe Frank penned another fine essay on the group of people who were ordered to go outside on 1st July 2007…
*It’s certainly gonna be sometime before I venture back inside a pub, Clicky…/takes angry puff…*
… And this week I watched film by another great film Director, Oliver Stone…
Oh course, I heard about Edward Snowden, read and posted about the whistleblower at the time he outed himself, but was especially taken with a pivotal scene in the movie. One where he decisively steps outside…
GUARD 1: Hey!
SNOWDEN: Did you ever play with one of these?
GUARD 1: Yeah when I was a kid.
SNOWDEN: Yeah. You should try it. It’s hard.
GUARD 1: I can’t figure this out.
GUARD 2: I don’t know about this.
SNOWDEN: You’ve got to start with the white cross actually and then you do the corners.
GUARD 1: Ahh… Oh man look, I love these things. Hey, have a good weekend.
SNOWDEN: You too buddy.
*What does he remind you off, Clicky? …/lights up… The kid from ‘Third Rock From the Sun’… As he’s walking out…*
*/stubs butt… Knot the other one?*
*Yeah…*
*/shrugs… Suit yourself… /Checks time… Shit! It’s nearly time for ‘Sherlock’, Clicky… *
Due to unforeseen, technical reasons, Dear Reader, this shamble is now terminating… Many Apol! Loogies…
Dear Reader, lucky you, it’s Two Post Sunday here at the LoL…
*Alright, Click… /rolls eyes…*
A Roob-x Kubrick shamble follows, but first…
…All the way from his sick bed… Sumwear in the state of TextAss… It’s the one, the only… OKIE… Non-smokey (but carries cigarettes to pick up women)… DEV… ILL!
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WARNING!!! CAUTIONARY WARNING AHEAD!!! WARNING!!!
Just kiddin.
The above image will not hypnotize you.
Seriously…it won’t.
Our studies show that it doesn’t work on some people.
Maybe you are one of the lucky ones.
We’ll decide which is which, for you.
!HeH HeH HeH!
^Nirvana-Smells Like Teen Spirit Gayageum ver. by Luna^
I wonder what percentage of people do not read this? And how exactly is that related to the percentage of people that DO read this. Cause I’m gonna take a wild-assed stab in the motherfucking dark here, and say that…
100% of the people that read this, read it.
100% of the people that do not read this, do not read it.
Jesus H CHRIST!!!
I HAVE 200% OF THE READERSHIP EITHER READING OR NOT READING THIS SHIT!!!
I’VE CORNERED AND CONQUERED THE READING AND THE NON-READING MARKET(S)!!!
HA HA!!! THE WORLD IS MINE!!!
Well…some of it anyway.
^Desert Rose – Eric Johnson^
It’s currently 18:35 on Saturday night here in West Texas, it’s 34°F, which is the warmest it has been in days, I’m coming down with the plague of death, and I’m running low on beer. Since I do not take medication of any kind currently, I have had to turn to nature and natural cures to sooth the pain of sneezing out 75 lb. snot balls and rubbing my nose raw with paper towels. So I have turned to alcohol. Not that it does anything to “cure” me, but it does make me give less of a shit if I die. Which, hopefully I will before this shit turns into pneumonia like it has the last few times I have gotten sick. Actually, three years ago, it did NOT turn into pneumonia…but it did wind up giving me the worst sinus-infection I have ever had in my entire life. I did not know that pain like that was possible. But I do now. So yeah…pestilence. Let’s talk about it.
For those unfamiliar with different translations of The Bible…those little acronyms at the end of all of those BibleGateway links are indicative of the translation.
NIV = New International Version
TLB = The Living Bible
NLT = New Living Translation (One of my personal faves)
KJV = King James Version
NKJV = New Kiing James Version
And so on…
Anyway…I dunno bout choo? But if you look at the results for the term “pestilence” in the King James vs. the New King James?
King James = 48 references
New King James = 44
Wonder what happened there?
Time and times must change or something.
Weird. Cause The Bible isn’t supposed to change.
Weird.
Q: If you had to choose between which version to read, which would you choose?
A: ?¿?¿
^SISTEM feat. EMMA – People are people ( UNU’ Remix ) – Depeche Mode Cover^
Now…in the interest(s) of keeping your head spinning, and keeping you completely and totally baffled as to what in the FUCK I am talking about and why…I would like to issue a challenge to you in the form of the video below. Assuming that it is available for you to view wherever you are. YouTube has become the whipping boy of governments and businesses who have NO FUCKING CLUE as to why YouTube is what it is and how. But I digress.
The vid below is 17 minutes and 17 seconds of pure awesomeness. I bet that some of you may even be able to relate to the video directly. Meaning, you may have some experience with this sort of manufacturing in a more direct kinda way…either directly or indirectly. But we’ll keep the class-wars here to a minimum since my primary focus is legacy. It’s not like I’ve have ever personally worked at a foundry, even tho I have. I worked for a commercial air filtration company, and had to change the air filters at a steel mill every few months.
An asthmatic w/severe allergies…changing air filters…at a steel mill…whodathunkit?
Cisero: “Sometimes…I do what I want to do. The rest of the time…I do what I have to.”
Movie = Gladiator
^HYPNOTIC Video Inside Extreme Chinese Forging Factory: Wilop Forge and Foundry Company^
Last night on “Psycho Radio”…I posed the following query in the chatroom…
“Is carbon from S. America, the same as carbon from Asia?” My contention is…”no.” But someone posted the following link, and said nothing else.
My primary thinking of course, is coal. I mean, outside of a shitty quality diamond….where else can one find a shitload of carbon? So we’ve got these certain kinds of trees on one side of the world, and different kinds of trees on the other side of the world…are you really telling me that the carbon(s) in the coal from these plants are identical? Yeah…carbon dating and radioactive decay.
Q: Do you really think it is in the best interest(s) of people alive today, to be predicting when anything begins and/or ends?
A: ¿hmmmmmmmm?
Q: What is your personal “level of concern” with respect to the amount(s) of snot and boogers currently emanating from my nostrils?
A: Snot very much I bet.
^Depeche Mode Lie to Me (Dominatrix Remix 2009)^
It has come to my attention…yet again…that some people are not fond of my filthy-assed language. O RLY? You motherfuckers got a problem with MY language? Hmmmm….maybe I should change it. Change my ways. Bend to the will of this person or that person, or this group or that group. You realize of course, that changing me, or anyone for that matter, causes them to no longer exist. Whatever they were going to be prior to your interference and/or intervention? Yeah…gone forever. I guess you don’t believe in fate or destiny afterall…do ya? But since we are on the topic of language, and more specifically “words”…let’s think about that. Because what we are really talking about here, is thought and thoughts. Heh…talking about…thoughts…words…talking…heh heh. That’s funny.
^Depeche Mode World In My Eyes (Ambient remix)^
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WE HAVE A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!
Q: Cade, why don’t you stay on-topic?
A: I tell ya what…you start staying on topic, and I will too. Deal?
EXAMPLES!!! WE NEED EXAMPLES!!! STAT!!!
Hugo was kind enough to post the link above in the comments section of Roob’s last whatever type whathaveyou type post type of thing, and me being me…I went straight to the meat of things.
I mean, it was right…fucking…THERE, on the same page as the weather story. And it was shown as being the #1 story. The #1 read story in the entirety of the UK, so the tagline said anyway. Why should I read that weather story? The weather story wasn’t even in the Top 5! Why the FUCK would I want to read something that no one else is reading? ESPECIALLYsince there was an irritating-assed video embedded in the middle of that weather story, that was talking about terrorists and dirty-bombs. Sure, you could make a “nuclear-winter” type of stretch that those stories were remotely connected/weather related. But let’s be real. The only “bomb” in that weather story, even WITH the terrorist(s) bullshit? Yeah…the story itself. The verbiage. The vernacular. It was a goddamn comedy story. Lemme relate here…
—————————— HEAVY SNOW ALERT Polar vortex to plunge UK WORST January FREEZE in years
(nondescript bullshit that needs no/requires no immediate fact(s)/nor verification of facts)
——————————
And that’s just the fucking headline. When you read the story itself? It gets even more comical. “Councils and health authorities”
I gotta stop right fucking there.
Q: Who is more of an authority on my health than me?
A: ???
I mean come on…even YODA* kept his own counsel as to who would trained as a Jedi and who wouldn’t. I get the feeling that we get pretty good at knowing ourselves. As a matter of fact, I’m gonna go know myself right now. Or at least, get a status update.
*Yoda = Fictional Character. Just…FYI.
^Blasphemous Rumours Depeche Mode REMIX 2014 ( DAVIDMIX 09 )^
There is a mailbox down the road that I pass when I walk, and it is painted with American Flags and Eagles and Stars and shit like that, along with the following phrase…
“Pray for America!”
Um…can you be more specific? I mean, I could pray for America, but I’d rather pray for Americans. And with all of that symbolism and rhetoric already plastered all over your mailbox, I could even go so far as to pray for Americans who have mailboxes painted up to suggest that I pray for Americans with painted mailboxes. Of course, I would probably pray for a sudden paint shortage. Or maybe even a sudden decline in the availability of mailboxes that are large enough to pain a fucking mural that rivals the size of The Sistine Chapel. But this is Texas. And everything is bigger in Texas. Take my penis for example. It’s fucking HUGE!!! No wait…my ego is fucking huge. My penis is kinda average. But I like it. BRB!!! Gotta know myself some more.
^Depeche Mode – In your room ( Mercurio remix )^
It’s currently 08:08 on Sunday morning, January 8th of 2017. I started writing this bullshit last night, but I got pissed off listening to that radio show last night and stopped writing. Actually, I stopped writing so I could listen to the radio show, and THEN I got pissed off at the radio show. I wasn’t actually writing. Just…thinkin. Thinkin out loud a bit, but still thinkin. I actually do quite a bit of thinkin or “thinking” if you just can’t deal with that missing “g” here in the text version of an Okie in Texas’ “Texas Accent.” Which is weird, cause you foreign fucks fucking LOVE southern accents when you hear them. Some of you limeys have actually gotten pretty good at emulating the accent. But usually what is missing and/or most important in duplicating it…is the vernacular. The local slang and the twang on the slang…if you will. Michael Caine did a pretty fucking fantastic job of it in the movie “Secondhand Lions.” And so did Daniel Craig in “Cowboys and Aliens.” But cha still gotta get that Germanic/Dutch influence to get it right-ish. Meh…I have no idea where I’m going with this. I’ve already addressed it previously, and nobody reads this shit anyway…so…fuckit.
LET’S SEE HOW URANIUM IS “MADE”!!!
“MADE”…lol!
Uranium is made with Hydrogen and Plutonium and Helium and Nitrogen and some other stuff and processes.
But let’s watch the videos anyway!
^How It s Made Uranium P1 YouTube^
^How It s Made Uranium P2 YouTube^
That was very educational. It taught me many things. Such as, I will prolly never own a Uranium mine, nor a Uranium processing facility, nor will I ever make major bank off of the process and processes that process this shit. BUT!!! I am told that my government’s number one priority is upward mobility! Which means that even I…might someday own a mine of my own.
Q: What about a mind of my own?
A: ?¿?¿?
Ya think one of those things might be on the governmental itinerary, or docket, or docket of itineraries, or itinerary of dockets…as it were?
Ya know…the basics. Getting back to basics and fundamentals. Whatever in the fuck those are.
Or…were…as it were.
Q: Ever get the feeling that there is a reason and/or reasons that “we” got away from “the basics” n the first place?
A: ¿?¿?¿
Ain’t dat wut upwardz mobilities is awlz abootz n-e-wayz? Getting aways frum thangs that hold ya backs? I dun knows abowts use stupid guyz and hot lucious galz, but I dunno if thar is gettin awayz frum n-e-thang.
Dats jus my opinin tho.
Wut do I nose?
I nose my nose is packed with yella shit that is goin green like a tree in the southern sprang tyme.
Jus thot youse might likes ta nose.
^Depeche Mode Behind the Wheel (Force Sonic Remix)^
So yeah…I’m kinda on the same page with some, with respect to the ozone layer and all of the nuclear testing that has gone on, and continues to go on. Here in the U.S. of America, there is a push within the military/government to update and improve our nuclear arsenal(s). Although I must disagree for a different reason altogether. We have PLENTY of methods of royally fucking this planet up with civilian nuclear projects. What the fuck do we need more within the military for? When you have public figures arguing for military forces being deployed at nuclear power plants to protect those plants from being infiltrated by “terrorists?” I’m sorry, but there is an entire LINE of fucking questions there that are not getting asked. Let alone, seeking answers. It’s like sticking a hand-sized mudball into an erupting volcano in order to try and attempt to plug the flow. And speaking of which…yeah…GREAT FUCKING IDEA!!! Let’s plug that hole so the lava and ash can’t get out!!! GREAT FUCKING IDEA!!! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!?!?!? Not that there are natural lessons to be learned with respect to pressure and pressures, like say…Krakatoa and St. Helens. Maybe if you revised the “electricity seeks the path of least resistance” to say…”energy seeks the path of least resistance”…maybe that would help out a bit with respect to other kinds of pressure(s). What kind(s) you ask? Start with Kind and Unkind…that should “get us back to basics.” Basically anyway. Rhetoric you say? Pffffttttt! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
The best answer is the answer you support…right?
Q: Where does that leave the rest of us?
A: Good…Fucking…LUCK!
Reach out and touch someone.
Just…make sure you do it when you are alone.
Might be a law or something.
May not even be a law…yet.
But it’s coming.
Or not.
Whatevz.
That’s your choice…
…not mine.
Not that I’m telling you what to do or anything.
Course I’m not telling you what not to do either.
Yer a big boy.
Or a big girl.
I mean, not big!
Not like fat big.
Although you could stand to lose a few pounds.
No! Not money. That would be dollars.
Weight.
I mean…wait.
Nevermind.
Wanna fuck?
^Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence (Gabe & Alok Remix)^
“A SAVAGE winter MEGAFREEZE will arrive in just SEVEN DAYS with freezing gales, blizzards and near record-low temperatures threatening to grind Britain to a standstill.”
Wintry weather, in winter, Dear Reader… Who’d have funk it?!
*Er, no Click, both Britain and North America are in the northern hemisphere… Go grab a globe, I’ll show you…*
*No, the other one… /sigh…*
*Comet? What comet?*
NASA recently spotted two massive space objects hurtling towards Earth.
While the American space agency has pinpointed one as a comet, the other has left it slightly more baffled.
The comet is set to fly close to Earth this week, but the mystery object isn’t expected to make an appearance until February.
*/grins… I’m not sure comets and asteroids are spherical, Clicky…*
*/frowns… Come again…*
*Oh, you think eating something spicy will blow the snot right out of the Okie Devil…*
Something Frank Davis wrote, in reply to a commenter at his blog this morning, got Clicky disappearing, tout suite…
I once met Richard Peto, long before he got knighted. We shared a mutual friend, and I spent quite a long time talking to him in a large and fairly empty pub in London. I was smoking, of course, and he wasn’t, of course. I think we were talking about something vaguely health-related. And as we talked we moved further and further apart, until our conversation was being conducted at a distance of 20 or 30 feet. It was as if some force of mutual repulsion was pushing us apart. Now, of course, I regard him as a repulsive antismoker – one of those who have been using mathematics to dress bigotry in fine garments. But it seems that the force of repulsion was present long before the smoking ban.
‘Ah!’ I thought, ‘he’s off to find out who Dicky Peto is.’ Or ‘He’ll bring back something about Replusive Force.‘ No, what he did was to bring back a Song…
*Knot even Hans Christian Andersen, Clicky…/rolls eyes…*
At that stage I wasn’t aware of a missive, from the Okie Devil residing in Texas, waiting for me in my inbox… */squints… Bloody dolphin helper, reading my mail before I do…* But then Cade’s missives aren’t just for me, Dear Reader. They’re also for you…
*******
Miss me? That much eh?
Don’t worry honey. I’m kinda fond of that end of the female anatomy too. You appear to be a tad more eager than I usually am. But I gotta know…
Q: Other than perhaps a paycheck or some money…what are you trying to get at?
A: ???
Just asking, cause if you wait long enough, you may not have to work so hard to get at it.
It may come to you.
Just sayin.
Just…tryin to help a sister out.
Not that I’m asking to help you out.
Would you mind? (lol)
Roob calls these things “missives”…whatever in the fuck that is.
Not that I mind what she calls “this shit.”
She can call this shit “I ain’t gonna miss these missives” for all I care. 😉
I’ve gotten a pretty good giggle or two, and some warm fuzzies from her additions and observations of my wordy bullshit observations-ish types of things or whatever in the fuck they are.
And actually, it kinda makes me feel good that someone has a quasi-bead on whatever in the fuck it is that I am doing.
God knows I don’t.
But…that’s just me.
I’m weird like that.
Strange…even.
Lemme hit cha wif dis real quix b4 I goes any much furtherz…
Q: Is direct, or indirect, more subversive?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
…you may have said that to yourself anyway. But maybe not.
Thinking in terms of “inspiration”…what inspires you? I know that me personally? I usually do not give a shit what inspires me. “That I am inspired”…is usually what is most important to me. I tend to work very hard to cite my sources and give credit where credit is due. That said, when I am inspired, and tend to remember what inspires me. Unless I forgot or forget. But on the topic and or topics of inspiration, how can we grow if we have no ideas of our own? Or worse…are not allowed to have any ideas of our own? Now…at this point, you might be saying to yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the motherfucking FUCK is this really all about?
A: ???
Hmmmmm…I dunno. What IS this all about?
But I’ll give you a hint as to what I am “thinking”…<hint>…<hint>…
Q: What is “the final frontier?”
A: <think contextually here>…as in…”where” is “the last frontier?”
Space?
Which one?
The one between your ears?
Let’s go with THAT!!! K?
Q: What is the best way to “hide” information?
A: ¿?¿
Don’t ask me. I’ve got nothing to hide. No more than anyone else anyway.
For all intents and purposes…I’m on open book.
Good luck.
It was very interesting on many levels. A lot to think about. What I really think surprises me, is the zealous nature of many of these big thinkers and doers and movers and shakers. One of the resounding themes that I personally picked up on, was/is…there are those that are trying to get “into away from”…and those that are trying to “get into into.” Those trying to get into our heads and our bodies at our own peril, and those who are trying to into getting away from this planet all together…also, at our own peril. Sorry, but I cannot imagine that “we” are destined to escape Earth/Terra, all under the aspices of “just so the human species can survive.” You are forgetting a FUCKTON of other shit there. If we can’t take care of ourselves here, what in the FUCK makes you think that “we” can take care of ourselves “out there” somewhere else. To me, it is this kind of thinking that is going to lead to only two probable outcomes…
1) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Riddance!!!
2) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Luck!!!
Poor stewardship is no more of an excuse for running from damnation, than it is the logical conclusion that we are running to damnation.
That said, your pet projects are yours…not mine.
Stop thinking you speak for me, because you don’t.
I’m fully capable of speaking for myself.
I’m sick and fucking tired of “The Industrial Military Complex” and the associated private business encroaching on the public.
Yeah…those “private sectors” of the public.
Suck on THAT brainiacs.
Yeah…the overtones of the space programs around the world are representative of the best and the worst in our species. Especially the “manned” programs. See how sideways we are already? “Manned Space Travel.” Man…talk about your metaphors for masturbation and phallic jerking off fest type circle-jerks. You send a bunch of men into space alone on a long mission, and that spacecraft is gonna be so fucking covered in spoo, it’ll be like a flying male DNA sample. And this has nothing to do with the “fucking in space” concept. I fuck in space all the time. If there wasn’t a space there, we wouldn’t be fucking. It’s been done. Many times. Dunno bout choo guys and gals.
So yeah…
Mystery = SOLVED!Next!
There is no escaping the fact that there is no escape.
How do I know this?
Q: Where ya runnin to?
A: °0°|°0°
Gonna be haulin a metric fuckton or twenty of history books and shit like that with ya?
Not to mention, who is goin with ya and why.
Ever hear of Noah’s Ark?
Might wanna give U-Haul or some other moving company a call. “Um…do you have any moving trucks available? Um…how many do I need? All of em!”
I mean…here we come as a species…or what is left of it…carrying a fucking freight train of cargo with us…barreling in on some other planet like we fucking own the place. What do you think the natives are gonna think about that? Gort: OH! Come right on in shitbags! Make yourself right at fucking home! You must the trash that we’ve been listening to blast us with your indiscreet signals for the last few hundred (thousand) years. And I see the trash has brought their trash and their baggage with them! Not that we can tell the difference. Oh! And did I mention that we are allergic to humans? Sorry, we gotta blast you asses to death with death lasers. Sorry, but you shoulda answered our call when we tried to contact you. We offered help. Woulda saved you a trip. But you didn’t return our calls. Sorry…you gotta die now so we can save ourselves from you. /metallic shrug
Sorry. But I still believe that we are more likely to receive a visit from some neighbors willing to lend a hand, than we are likely to be able to help ourselves to helping ourselves. Meaning: Helping ourselves to more real-estate, when we treated our own home like shit just as an excuse to throw our hands up, leave it, and leave what was left to fend for itself.
And also…regarding “fending for itself”…
Q: Can anyone show me a single species on this planet that is incapable of the aforementioned?
A: (I’m doubting it)
Unless of course, mirrors are available for reflection.
Contextually speaking of course.
That last one sounds like me alright. I think there is even a picture lurking around somewhere of me in some graveyard where some alien is buried, and I’m laying on top of an empty gave that says something about “Null” or something like that. There’s even an angel nearby giving me a “WTF?!?!?” kind of look. I can’t remember the name of that town or it’s graveyard that I was visiting. I do remember some of my relatives being buried there, but I don’t recall their name(s).
Meh…they prolly don’t know me either, nor would even care to know me.
I dunno…the longer that we seem divided by “the penis” and “the vagina” with respect to “the brain”…the more I think that people are simply looking for something that isn’t there. Prolly all under the auspices of…”WELL!!! IF THERE IS NOTHING THERE…THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THERE!!!” Yeah…ya think? For example, when I was watching that documentary yesterday, and they were showing these doctors “peering into the brain” using this multi-million dollar 16,000 lb. machine or whatever it was…all under the precept of “looking for this or that”…all while it is staring them right in the fucking face? I have no choice…but to wonder. Wander, even.
Is it the fact that “it is?”
Or is it “why it is, that it is?”
Because you can’t get away from the fact that “it is” under either of those. Nor would you be able to get away from it irrespective of an infinite amount of conditionals that you place on “it.” You did not live every moment in the person’s life that you are examining. Therefore, how can you really expect to “fix” or “find a fix” in a moment? Even if it starts at “finding the problem.” Have you considered that “finding the problem” may in fact be the problem itself? And don’t quickly dismiss my quickly dismissing your diagnosis. Diag-nosis. Di-ag-nosis. Dia-gnosis. Yes. I realize words mean things. Sometimes many things. Contextually anyway. Do you?
Q: When looking at “fuzzy logic” do you really not realize what you are looking at?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
On the documentary, the researchers were looking at medical scans of “subjects” watching a video of elephants while the person is hooked up to this machine, and there is a fuzzy display that resembles on the computer display of “what is happening in the brain” that sorta quasi-resembles what is being shown on the video. What’s that you say? You want a clearer picture of what is happening on your machine via the subject? May I make a suggestion?
WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO!!!
Hows that for clarity?
One more question tho…regarding your analysis(es) of “the brain”…
Q: What is the brain connected to?
A: All, if all, is all, if at all.
I can’t tell you why I am on the journey I am on prolly anymore than you can tell me as to why you are on the journey that you are on. I can except that. What I cannot accept…is when you can. When you have so reduced your quest into a finite vision of purpose and intent, that it can be summed up in a single sentence or phrase or even a word. To me? That’s dangerous. About as dangerous as it gets. I know this, because that’s where I operate. But there is and are all kinds of finite singularities that are not really finite at all. Fuzzy, even. So tangible and easily understandable, that only awe can describe them…whether using words or not. Something like…a smile…sometimes is the only way to describe what you are seeing/feeling/experiencing. Irrespective of senses or how sensed…it’s much bigger than that. So big in fact, that it noticed something so small and irrelevant such as yourself, and dropped by just to say “howdy”…and let you know just how important and non-insignificant you really are.
Afterall…if you weren’t here? Nothing else would be here either.
You are important.
I don’t know you…but you are important to me.
For no other reason than, you are.
🙂
*Yep… that’s a definite “WTF?!?!?” look the little cherub is casting… /wipes tear from eye… Hmm… Nice legs… /shakes head… Oh Clicky, where in the hell did you find that?*
*Huh! …Supercreep… And what’s happened to the YT links again?*
The shitsack in question, Dear Reader, being Dr. Stuart H. Kreisman…
Princess Leia ultimately killed by the real Darth Vader
…projectionist par excellence for ‘Physicians for a Smoke-Free Canada‘, with an exclusive opinion piece for the Vancouver Sun…
Carrie Fisher’s death, while very sad, can be turned into a meaningful public teaching moment.
*/dries tears of sorrow…* Oh yes! Let’s… *Clicky, if you wouldn’t mind…*
Let’s jump straight in to No. 4 in the list of things the Nazis apparently got right: Anti-Smoking campaigns. Although it wasn’t just campaigning they excelled at. No, they pretty well much produced all the original scientific research, at the behest of their fuhrer, that underpins today’s fearless Tobacco Control advocates’ arguments…
Smoking accounts for 10 per cent of all deaths in Canada, and kills more people than alcohol, drugs, car accidents, murder, suicide, and AIDS combined.
Now let’s look at No.2, ‘filming techniques’. Dr Kreisman kindly includes some thoughts about that too…
Recruit Hollywood’s help and take control of smoking’s image — show that it truly is not cool, but instead, a never-ending beauty-and-health-destroying, poverty-inducing, pathophysiological battle against nicotine withdrawal that mostly traps society’s weakest (and least enviable) members.
And let’s not overlook No.3 on the ‘Well Done You, Nazis’ list, their ‘Welfare Program’. Obviously having ‘one of the largest public welfare programs in history’ must have meant the goosesteppers took special care of ‘society’s weakest (and least enviable) members‘…
Many mental health professionals have now begun to address nicotine addiction head-on in their patients as a result.
Oh course Dr Kreisman omits that the only smoking Princess Leia is seen to be involved with on screen was the chemistry between her and Hans Solo…
*And looking smokin’ hot in that bikini… /nods… That, too, Clicky… /thinks… I wonder if an Endocrinologist has to take the Hippocratic Oath…*
*Hmm that’s not so much a stack of crap, Clicky, than a shit fan… /lights up… but I applaud the sentiment…*
*Agreed, Clicky… /drags deeply… the resemblance is uncanny…*
‘So soon?’, I hear you ask, closely followed by ‘Why?’
Ah, all will be revealed. I have received a gift, for sending a gift…
Together with the latest missive from The Okie Devil in Texas, see below…
*Ah, Clicky… /rubs snout… that was very nice of Cade and Jen… /listens quietly… No, you can’t have a pocket knife… /shakes head… You’re a dolphin, you don’t have pockets…*
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Since I have decided to write new stuff today, I figured I better get started.
Nothing inspires innovation like competition.
Without competition? Competitive Innovation is simply…innovation.
Prolly not even that innovative.
Buncha fucking worthless hacks.
Afraid of a little competition.
I’m alone and not competing with anyone, so my bullshit is neither competitive nor innovative.
I’m prolly just jerking-off.
Srsly.
I prolly am.
^Modestep – Another Day (Ft. Popeska) (xKore Remix) (Official Video)^
Now some of you who may have never read any of “my” bullshit before, may be asking yourself…
“Dude! What’s with all of these definitions and bullshit like that?”
I dunno.
Find any of it interesting?
It’s all connected.
Srsly…it is.
^Deadmau5 – Mr G^
My statement there might prompt someone to say something like…
“It’s not ALL connected. Not like YOU mean it.”
Really? Lemme ask you something then…
“What did you tear apart to ‘disconnect” that something that is not connected?”
Or was it like that when you found it?
Where did you find it?
Was it connected then?
Kinda like picking up a grain of sand from a beach somewhere, then taking that grain of sand somewhere far away, and putting it somewhere else entirely.
Do you really think that grain of sand is no longer connected to it’s origin just as much as it is now also connected to it’s destination?
What’s the connection?
Well…what did you omit?
HINT: You.
Yep. Shit is connected in the damnedest of ways.
If you look for something, you WILL find it.
^REZZ – Methodology^
Seeing as this is my 8th posting over here at TeH LoL, or I think it is anyway, I thought something special would be in order. Not really, I just thought of it. But now that I have thought of it, I’m gonna have to REALLY think about it, because the bag is out of the cat…so to speak. The horse is in the pasture, and the cart is in the barn, and SOMEONE…I don’t care who…has GOT to get that bag back into that cat. Damned if I’m gonna do it. You have no idea how hard it was to get that bag inside the cat so I could let it out the first time. Plus, the horse don’t like to be reined when they are out grazing and haven’t finished their dinner yet. We’d have to take the cart to the horse. And what in the fuck are gonna do if we get the cart up to the horse, and the horse takes off running? We gonna chase it? We gonna get pissed off and shoot it? Either way, that return trip dragging the cart back to the barn is gonna be a BITCH after all the goings on. Maybe we should just put the cart out to pasture and leave the horse in the barn next time. Prolly find that cat sleeping on top of the bag in the back of the cart.
Q: Does thinking in “warped channels” such as this inspire some to “warp the warped” even further?
A: Anyone reallywanna take a stab at this?
See how that works. Something becomes a part of the common vernacular, and the next thing you know? Yeah…GLOBAL…THERMONUCLEAR…WAR!!!
It’s the only option.
I can’t see any other way.
Can you?
^Adam Beyer – Open Up – Drumcode – DC128^
So earlier today, I made a comment on my previous post that was dealing with legal and legality. Especially with respect to applicability. Maybe if you think about “cops not prosecuting other cops” and other types of concepts like that which are fairly widely well-known…we can go from there.
“We The People”…own the country in it’s totality, and we are free to purchase a chunk of it for ourselves from ourselves at our own peril. Which means we’re gonna have to start seriously thinking about this “growth” business. We can take that to all kinds of places…from moles and warts to mergers and acquisitions. Not that there is any connection there or anything. Cause now all of a sudden…fucking EVERYTHING is punitive. And I do mean everything. Up to, and including, punitive fucking you. And not in a good way. So I guess we are going to have to think about and/or talk about…meaning. Or I guess we do. If we’re gonna talk about meaning, that means we need to talk about intent. And if we are gonna talk about meaning and intent, that means we are going to have to start talking about why we are talking at all…so that means reason. So to recap…
Meaning…
Intent…
and…
Reason.
I hope we have a good reason for this. Otherwise, the meaning may get lost in the intent.
I guess that would be…what it all meant.
So yeah…we’re right back to time.
Just in time.
WHEW!!!
That was a close one eh?
Prolly a legal precedent in there somewhere.
LET’S FIND IT!!!
I wonder how much it would cost me to get a “Certified Physicist Card” on the black market? OH YEAH!!! I forgot…you gotta go to college/university, and you can get an “official” certified physicist card. Just be careful which school you go to. Some colleges/universities are “more certified”..than others. Plus, if you EVER cheated on ANYTHING at…fucking ALL, doesn’t that kinda…nullify the result?
Just askin.
^Dyno – Vera – Hell Yeah^
Now that the holidays are over…I just gotta ask…
Q: Get anything good?
A: ?¿?
A trip to the hospital and some stitches maybe?
I hereby declare War on Scars.
I will be your Scar Czar.
Sounds creepy…eh?
^Crookers – What up Y’all^
I was cruising the the various synchrowhatever blogs today, and noticed that someone asked the question…
“Where were you at midnight on January 1, 2017?”
My initial reaction was…”WAIT DUMMY!!! Midnight on January 1? That was last night…right?”
But as I thought about it, I remembered that I had been thinking about night and day with respect to the rise and fall of the sun over the last few days. This time of year where I am, the sun is WAY the fuck south of me, and it’s really odd in the morning when it comes up, and it’s really odd in the evening when it goes down. It travels on this parabolic arc that almost resembles an EKG type sinus rhythm type of movement…it kinda slides across the sky, then pops up for a ways, then pops back down, only to slide back down below the horizon. It makes for some absolutely fabulous sunrises and sunsets. As a matter of fact, some mornings…it’s hard to differentiate the difference between the two unless you are familiar with direction relative to your location and your location relative to your location relative to you, and when you are where you are when you are. It may sound like I am intentionally trying to be either clever or confusing or both there. But I’m not. It makes sense in my head, because everything is always moving…even when you aren’t.
So to make a long story longer…irrespective of when the day starts/stops or whatever relative to the clock? Irrespective of the date, whether it was December 31st, or January 1st, or January 2nd…I was asleep. If I’m asleep…I don’t give a shit where I am. I’M ASLEEP!!! I care more about when I am than where I am.
^Caravan Palace – Dramophone^
WOAH NELLY!!! We have a question from the Whatever However HOTLINE!!!
The first one I’ve gotten since posting my shiznit here at TeH LoL!!!
Not really. I actually got one the other day…but I forgot about it, and I can’t remember what it was. /me shrugs
Q: Cade, how long are you gonna make this fucking post?!?!?!?
A: I dunno. How ever long it is. I figure that learning has no limits. From there, we are limited by our limits with respect to sharing what we have learned, how, and with whom. I just start writing when the urge strikes, and stop when the urge strikes. It’s pretty simple really. The writing part is the easy part. Finding images and songs and inspiration and whatnot? Meh…sometimes a little challenging. Because ALL of these things inspire me. The music is usually an ambient distraction that encourages me to keep listening/keep writing. The images? I see things. Most of the time, prolly the same shit you see. I just try and blend some cool music and cool images with my shitty writing, and figure it all balances out in the end. And the best part? YOU get to decide what that “balance” is…not me. I just work here. 😉
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
Do you like it when someone tells you to stop doing what you are doing?
I didn’t think so.
Do you like it when someone tells you that you are doing too much of what you are doing which is something that you enjoy doing?
I didn’t think so.
Do you like it when someone tells you to start doing what you aren’t doing?
That’s what I thought.
Do you like it when someone tells you that you aren’t doing enough of what you aren’t doing enough of which is something that you do not enjoy doing?
That’s what I thought.
Do you like when someone does something that told you that whatever it was that you did or did not doing wasn’t done cause like…it wasn’t fun…or maybe it was…wait…what in the FUCK was I talking about and/or where was I going with this shit?
Any thoughts?
No?
I didn’t think so.
^Slander & YOOKiE – After All (ft. Jinzo) (Habstrakt Remix)^
Time can be confusing when you rely on “the clock” and the clock alone. Cause it seems like everything after that? The clock is only relative to a reference that is based on everything EXCEPT time, all under the auspices on how much time it took to do the whatever it was/is that you are/were doing. It’s kinda like your past. Not “the” past…your past. Because it is your past. Yours all yours. It’s as responsible for you as you are, as you are, where and when you are…good and bad and whatever…it’s what has coalesced to make you you. And it will continue to do so. Hell, you could prolly repurpose a nuclear weapon to give radical haircuts and bitchin sun tans that do no more damage than that which a radical haircut can do in some certain situations. All we gotta do is get someone smart on it. Thinking a bit contextually about firearms…it’s really not that hard to do. Especially if you always and forever, think of firearms as a weapon or as weapons. Because that’s what they are, and that’s what they do, and that’s what they were designed to do and/or can do…kill. Even if you are just killing the living shit out of a paper target at a firing range, all while killing the shit out of your free time and financial reserves. Guns/Firearms are expensive in many ways. I dunno. Maybe some day, there will be no more of them because there will no longer be a need. I know that I don’t own any, but I have. And the only time that I would ever contemplate trying to take a firearm away from someone, is if they had one of the damn things shoved right in my face. No wonder “gun nuts” are always like…”Want My Guns? Come And Get Em'”…not that I blame them. You can’t legislate a person or their behavior. But a person can do that themselves for themselves. I guess…freedom might just be free after all.
I wonder how some of these large organizations would like it if all of their data was taken away from them? I wonder who made THAT decision? I guess it just kinda makes me wonder as to when proprietary data becomes proprietary. Cause when it comes to ownership, I think prolly some may be more owned than others. Maybe even not owned at all…because it’s owned by all. Kind of a many to many kinda relational database type ownership kinda thingie or something like that. You know…a developer’s worst nightmare. Many to many relationships are…difficult. Not impossible…just…difficult.
So much for “the private sector” being the end all be all answer to everyfuckingthing eh?
Thoughtful Man and I were just settling down to watch the latest episode of ‘Sherlock‘ yesterday evening when my iPad pinged to let me know that I’d received an email…
“Don’t,” Thoughtful Man told me rather tetchily – we’d waited a long time for the resumption of Sherlock and he didn’t want anything interrupting the next couple of hours.
I looked anyway. “Oh My God! It’s a email from Whizzie!” I squealed with delight.
Thoughtful Man harrumphed but as the show had yet to start, it was in a more conciliatory manner. “Oh yes, how is she?” he asked.
“She’s okay,” I said quickly scanning the email. “Her family’s okay. Blimey, her mum and dad are still going.” Whizzie is my oldest friend, although we hadn’t been in contact for a good number of years; her parents were elderly then.
“Shush. It’s starting,” Thoughtful Man said turning his attention back to the TV screen.
I didn’t need the recap so continued to read Whizzie’s email and then decided to sneak a quick Twitter DM off to Hugo…
… That got me particularly evil squint from Thoughtful Man. I put the iPad down guiltily and gave my attention to the show. Synchronicity be damned – I, too, had been eagerly awaiting the return of the great detective…
*Oh, Clicky, did you have to?*
*/rolls eyes… I’d better get started on my email reply… Where to start…*
Here in the UK, it is already January First Twenty Seventeen. So, at the start of this new year for the LoL, I shall have the first word…
commencement (n.)
late 13c., “beginning,” from Old French comencement “beginning, start” (Modern French commencement), from comencier (see commence). Meaning “school graduation ceremony” attested by 1850, American English. (Sense “entrance upon the privileges of a master or doctor in a university” is from late 14c.)
I know what you are thinking of — the class members grouped in a semicircle on the stage, the three scared boys in new ready-made black suits, the seventeen pretty girls in fluffy white dresses (the gowns of the year), each senior holding a ribbon-tied manuscript bulging with thoughts on “Beyond the Alps Lies Italy,” “Our Ship is Launched — Whither Shall it Sail?” and similar topics. [Charles Moreau Harger, “The Real Commencement,” “New Outlook,” May 8, 1909]
On the other side of the Pond, the US is lagging along in 2016, so the Okie Devil can have the last…
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I have decided not to write anymore. I prolly should of given up writing earlier in life, but I didn’t. I now regret that decision and it’s time to correct that mistake. I just wanted to take a minute to let you know that I’m not going to write anymore, and hope that anyone who has taken the time to read my shit has enjoyed at least some of it.
ADIOS!!!
^Crystal Method – Comin’ Back (The Light’s Southern Grit Remix)^
I guess I should take a few moments here, to explain exactly WHY I have decided to stop writing. But before I can do that…I really have to take a moment to explain to you why I stopped drinking. I am currently drinking, so I’ll have to think of something else to tell you about, because I don’t feel qualified to adequately explain to you why I stopped doing something that I am currently doing. I am kinda drunk after all. Not shitfaced, but I have had a couple of beers. It is New Year’s Eve after all, and that acid I dropped last night just won’t fucking wear off. See that brown blob of goop on the wall over there? No…the other one. Just…watch it for a second. It’s gonna do something really cool here in a second or…was it a minute? I can’t remember. But yeah, when I was younger I used to drop acid all the time. Not really, but as you are prolly discovering…I’m prolly not going to stop writing either. At least, not for a while. Of course I’m not going to be writing unless I can find something to write with. Where’s that damn pencil? Lemme find something to write with, and I’ll BRB.
^Alberto Ruiz – Alien (Original Mix)^
Will someone hold my beer for me?
I need to get up in the attic and find my flashlight.
I can’t go down into the basement to look for that pencil without a flashlight, and I KNOW that I left the damn flashlight up in the attic last time I was looking for…wait…what was II looking for up there?
Hmmm…can’t remember.
The mystery deepens.
HEH HEH HEH!!!
Oh well, at least I know the flashlight is up there.
SOMEONE HOLD THIS DAMN BEER FOR ME!!!
I gotta go find the fucking ladder so I can get up into the attic and get the flashlight.
I’d put the beer down, but all my drink-coasters are missing.
WAIT! I think those are iin the trunk of my car.
WAIT! I don’t have a car.
Nevermind.
Just…hold this.
BRB.
^WHYT NOYZ – Shift (Original Mix) [SCI+TEC]^
FOUND THE CUPHOLDERS!!! I know… know…not as effective as drink-coasters, but you can hang these things off your car window and keep you beer in it. Not that you should be driving around with beer hanging off your car window. It’s like an advertisement for a cop to have an excuse to pull you over. ESPECIALLY if you don’t have a car. I guess I’ll have to find some other way to get to the store and buy a new notebook to write in. I tried taking a few notes on toilet paper using fingernail polish a few minutes ago, but I lost them. But the fumes got me all loopy, and I inadvertently wiped my ass with toilet paper covered in wet nail polish. I can’t read what I wrote, but my ass looks fabulous!
^Pleasurekraft, Jaceo, Vedic – American Hustle (Original Mix)^
Anyway, I gotta go next door and see if I can borrow the neighbor’s lawnmower. I KNOW that ladder is out in the backyard, but the grass is so tall that I can’t find it. I’ll worry about buying them a new lawnmower later. Good thing it’s a metal ladder eh? This outta be fun.
^Traumer – Hoodlum [DESOLAT038]^
I thought that since Psycho Radio is on tonight…assuming they aren’t off for the holiday…I would post a chatlog of the online chatroom for those who listen via The Internet, from back on August 2nd of 2016…when they were having a few “technical difficulties” during the show. Me being the “wandering can of gasoline, just looking for a fire to jump on/into” took advantage of the situation, by trying to add some comic relief for the 30 minutes of frustration with them trying to figure out what was going wrong, fix it, then get back on the air to the normal show…even tho they were broadcasting live through this whole mess. I had no idea what the issue was/could be…so…I improvised an ad-hoc technical plan to assist with the repairs.
NOTE: In the chatlogs below, it was at about 07:05PM, that I began to put my plan into action.
NOTE 2: Yes, posting chatlogs is typically not very funny. But if you keep in mind that there were people arguing and getting upset on this Internet radio show, while still broadcasting on-air live, saying try this and try that, all while there is a loop of about 30 seconds that keeps repeating every time someone says something, then all that shit just keeps looping over and over again, in addition to any new shit, and this went on for about 30 minutes or so…as they are kicking people off Skype and God knows what else…
…all while some asshole is being clever in the chatroom…
…covering the goings on…
…sorta.
^Stefano Noferini, Paco Maroto – Million Units (Original Mix)^
** Connected To Chat **
CF Apollyon.93 at 6:39:52 PM
Those kids will prolly invent a reciprocating engine that runs forever on broken dreams and shits chocolate bars that taste like pizza.
CF Apollyon.93 at 6:51:19 PM
I wouldn’t read too much into names.
CF Apollyon.93 at 6:54:29 PM
If he WINS we’ll know the election is rigged.
Rob.28 at 7:01:19 PM
Trump has his own Network Marketing Affiliate Program
Leon.172 at 7:03:28 PM
(nothing to see here)
Rob.28 at 7:03:55 PM
force quit on mac settings
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:05:08 PM
Connect the disconnect unit, which will disengage the engager.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:06:08 PM
Once the engager has disengaged, you must remember to disconnect the disconnector.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:07:27 PM
If you forget to disconnect the disconnect unit after the engager has disengaged, it will re-engage the re-engager.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:08:54 PM
If the re-engager is engaged, the disengaged engager will be returned to engaged.
Rob.28 at 7:08:58 PM
is fixed now well done Bill
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:09:49 PM
LOL Sorry…just engineer talk to get you through the hard times.
Rob.28 at 7:10:41 PM
close you sound petal
Rob.28 at 7:13:54 PM
if you reboot computer and take a 5 minute iON break
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:14:02 PM
I hearing my voice from a week from now. I ain’t even on the fucking phone!
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:15:07 PM
I’m hearing a voice from 2 years ago of someone I don’t even know.
Rob.28 at 7:15:08 PM
got any musique Bill?
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:15:59 PM
Oh shit…it appears time has stopped.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:17:01 PM
I can hear my neighbor’s dish washer running…but mine has fallen eerily silent.
Rob.28 at 7:20:15 PM
it might be my fault i been having ear ache all night. ibapofen helps
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:22:59 PM
I just rec’d a list of all winning lottery numbers past and future forever in my head. But I can’t remember the numbers I try to write down.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:25:08 PM
Just helping out through the hard times whiile ya’ll are off air.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:27:23 PM
OK, I guess I can call in now.
Leon.172 at 7:27:48 PM
– Bill
Leon.172 at 7:28:00 PM
WTF
Leon.172 at 7:29:13 PM
calm down bob, calm down
Rob.28 at 7:29:26 PM
go into skype settings look around a bit then call
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:31:24 PM
Let me try and delete everything on my computer real quick. Maybe that’ll help.
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:32:27 PM
I tried to delete everything on my computer, and my dishwasher started making noise again…but it sounds like my neighbor’s dishwasher, and thiers sounds like mine.
Rob.28 at 7:32:46 PM
with plantronics headset Skype is fine
CF Apollyon.93 at 7:35:44 PM
Unmute me! I’ve forgotten how to type!
——-Yeah——-That’s——-All——Thank——-God——-
So yeah…I’m a smartass sometimes. I thought it was funny anyway. /me shrugs
^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^
Just got back from hitchhiking up to pick up some more beer. I guess I coulda walked across the street to the Dollar Store to pick up a notebook or spiral or something, but my beer risked getting warm if I did that…so I came on back home. I was on about my sixth beer on the walk home, when a cop pulled up beside me, stopped in the middle of the road, and said… Cop: HEY! What are you doing? Cade: Answering your question. Cop: No! I mean why are you drinking? Cade: Do you have any idea how far I have walked carrying this shit? A man get’s thirsty doing manual labor/providing services, free of charge for the elderly. Cop: Oh…you bought that beer for an elderly neighbor? Cade: Whatever is left. Cop: Don’t let me see you out again tonight. Cade: When does your shift end? Cop: A coupla hours. /me unzips pants and starts to piss Cade: Are you really telling me you wanna process a “drunk-in-public” charge on New Year’s Eve for some dude walking home carrying a 30 pack of beer, with one open beer?
I looked up but the cop had driven away.
Prolly intimidated at the size of my penis.
Oh man! There is a barely used pencil on the ground there, and I just pissed all over it.
FUCK!!!
The lead was broken anyway.
I don’t even think I have a pencil sharpener.
^björk – human behaviour^
I really don’t know what to say here, so it’s prolly best if I just skip down to the next paragraph. I’m back home now, and it appears that I only made it home with 16 beers out of that 30 pack. I only remember drinking 8 of those on the way home, and then I gave 2 to that cop who had simply driven up a little ways to a parking lot to turn around so he could give me a ride home. On the drive home, he said that he had never thought he would meet someone who would ask an armed on-duty police officer “if his mom was single…and if so, is she hot?”…but thanked me for the beers and took them anyway. (They were the warmest in the pack…heh heh) I guess I’m missing 4 beers somewhere. Maybe I should…retrace my steps. 4 lonely beers out there somewhere that ain’t gonna get drunk if I don’t find them. Anyone know how to work this goddamn Google Maps/GPS bullshit or whatever? This could be a night full of fun and adventure if I find them. Prolly even MORE fun if that cop finds me outside again. Especially after he gave me a ride home. I better take this beer with me in case I need a little “leverage” during my quest.
^Pixies “Dig for Fire”^
At some point…you are gonna have to realize…that most of the lies that I tell have been falsified.
They are enigmatic mysteries that have been wrapped in layer after layer of the deep thought of government standards certified genius quality bullshit…smattered with a few personal almost-tried, untrue and more or less untested rules and regulations of my own. I know this shit works, because you are reading this shit. And if there is one thing that this here dumbass knows, its that anyone stupid enough to read this shit is an idiot.
Q: Is it obvious yet, that as I type this, not only am making it up as I go…but pretty much…it’s just a guy sitting alone behind a computer monitor “thinking out-loud?”
A: Maybe I’ll take this for a “yes”…and we’ll just…mosey on down the road a piece.
^Pixies “Vamos”^
Goodnight dirtbags! And I hope you got as drunk as I hope I’m gonna get tonight.
And Happy New Year and God Bless Us…every ONE!!!
The telephone ring cut through the cacophony of noise emanating from Thing One in the front room. “NnnneeeerrrR… DOOF DOOF DOOF DOOF… NnnneeeerrrR…”
“Keep it down, Loob,” I implored politely of my child and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Have you looked out the window?” Thoughtful demanded by way of greeting. I hadn’t – it’s December and dark already; I hadn’t seen the point. Fortunately I didn’t need to. “Fucking fog!” he informed me.
I went to look anyway. A dense wall of white was revealed as I peeked through the blinds. “Jesus! That’s thick!” I confirmed into the receiver. “Who the hell would want to go out in this weather on New Year’s Eve Eve?”
“Not me,” Thoughtful Man said with the crackled sigh.
“Deadly! Deadly! Three O’Clock! NnnneeeerrrR… DOOF DOOF DOOF-”
“Loopy! Kindly shut the fuck up. I am on the phone!” I was sharper than I could have been but if I’d heard him call Deadly’s name once already, I’d heard it several dozen times. And I really didn’t need to hear it again at that precise moment. “How long you gonna stay out in this?” I asked Thoughtful Man tentatively.
I glanced at the TV screen showing smokey Battlefront skies as Loopy, now silent, zoomed through them, shooting at other WW1 airplanes…
*Oh is that what it sounds like? Thanks, Click. I usually only hear Looby’s voice…*
*Yeah he can have a problem with his volume control… Now stop interrupting… Where did I get to? Oh yeah, Thoughtful Man…*
“As long as I have to. I dunno, I’ll play it by ear, ” Thoughtful Man replied.
*Huh? He is not full of constant sorrow, Clicky… Okay, sometimes… mostly Fridays… /frowns… What day is it today?*
*Shit!*
“Well, come home if it gets any worse,” I cooed down the receiver. “There’s no point you sitting around freezing your bollocks off, waiting for non-existent customers.”
Thoughtful Man huffed. “I’ll see how it goes. I’ll ring you later. Bye.”
“Okay then, bye. I love you,” I answered but he’d already rung off. I took one last look out the window, then turned back toward Thing One and ruffled his thick blonde locks. “Alright arseache, I’m off the phone now. Carry on.”
I returned to my Library couch to continue perusing the news.
*Ah…*
The United States Department of State gained the metonym “Foggy Bottom” when it moved its headquarters to the nearby Harry S Truman Building in 1947.
*Just think. There’s going to be ‘Trump’s ‘Foggy Bottom’, Clicky… /squints… Song to end?*
Come on, hands up if you were not entirely shocked by the passing of Debbie Reynolds, so soon after the death of her daughter, Princess Layers… */raises hand…*
Thoughtful Man’s first words upon hearing the news were “Poor Todd“. That he remembered the name of Debbie Reynold’s son and Carrie Fisher’s brother is entirely down to his fondness of a certain type of US TV show…
*Clicky! No one is gonna get that reference other than Thoughtful Man… /thinks… although…*
Below, is another missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, Okie Devil chum, from Texas… He seems to have had a close encounter of his own with the Mothership… */oculi dilatanda…*
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Don’t worry baby. I can’t see my fries either. Of course, my view is obscured from my huge fat gut. And I’ve always heard that things do not grow well in the shade. But I’m also ugly, so…meh. Why bother.
^No Mana – Nine^
I thought I would start off my daily thinking/writing session by attempting to do something clever in this particular writing. Something like…not speaking at all in this writing.
I mean, there will be writing, and there will be speaking of sorts, but it will not be me who is doing any of the speaking.
I will be writing of course, and I like to think that I do some thinking, but I guess that’s the problem right there, eh?
Just like always with me…a problem presents itself, and suddenly…there is the answer. I only THINK that I am thinking.
So why not take it to the next level, and stop speaking as well.
I guess that means that the next step beyond THAT…will be not typing.
Another great idea brought to a swift and rapid conclusion through sheer boredom and lack of creativity. I’M FIRED!!!
I just fired myself.
I WOULDN’T WORK IN THIS SHITHOLE IF YOU PAID ME!!!
YEAH? ME NEITHER!!!
I QUIT!!!
^Dom Kane – Borg^
I decided to give myself a second chance, under the conditions that I take a HUGE increase in pay, a company dirigible, I wear a t-shirt with company logo on it daily, and I start to shower at least once every week or so…or at least cover myself in chemicals to make myself not smell so fucking rotten.
I sorta quasi-begrudgingly agreed on the conditions that all of these rules are subject to change, modification, retraction, redaction or suddenly forgotten about by accidentally dropping all agreements into a toxic paper shredder that is on fire. Although, I ain’t gonna be the one getting near that damn thing.
OK, OK…I’ll do it. I swear, I have to do EVERYTHING around here.
A coupla hours ago, I was talking to someone on the phone, and they accused me of being “flippantly naive.” So after looking up both of those words on Google, to ensure the meaning(s) of those two words, and some serious brain-searching as to the meaning of those two words together, and some serious soul-searching as to the meaning of those two words together in reference to me…um…
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!
I’m disrespecting my own stupid? Jesus H. Mother Fucking Christ a hoppin’ on a pogo stick…I’ve reached a new low (lol).
^Far Too Loud, Beardyman & JFB – Not A Real Thing^
The topic under discussion was “death”…and I simply put forward the notion that…
“You fucking synchrosnots or whatever, cream in your pants every fucking time that a celebrity dies, or some celebrity or politician loses their cool and pisses in the reporter pool’s punch, or someone firebombs a church that results in a large body count. Or some random raving madmen go on a 12 state killing spree, or some cop beats a kid to death for driving their Barbie Corvette on the street with out a license, registration, and proper state inspection and emissions testing…but you guys and gals don’t give a flying FUCK about these people when they are alive. I never heard anyone saying shit like…OH SO AND SO IS STILL ALIVE AND DOING FINE!!!NOTHING TO REPORT EXCEPT THEY ARE ALIVE AND WELL!!!”
To which the person I was speaking with was like…
“Oh bullshit. You know more than you lead others to believe. You pretend you don’t know what’s really going on, but you do. You are flippantly naive.”
I of course, being me, laughed…because I love it when people are brutally honest with me. It not only allows me to know what others are thinking of me, but it allows me to better evaluate what I think of myself. Not that I generally give a shit what others think about me, because most people don’t know me nor even wanna know me.
So why give a shit what others think? They don’t live in my skin…I do. Nor do I live in their skin. I tend to get under some people’s skin…such as my mother’s skin last night at dinner. But that’s a story for another paragraph. 😉
^Draft – Izumi^
So yesterday, I finally worked up the courage to call my mother and wish her a Merry Christmas. Yes, it was two days after Christmas. But we don’t talk. Plus, she was at my sister’s house out of town for the holidays. Not that I knew that. But I found out later via whatshername, so it was as good of an excuse as any to have not called. Not that I typically require an excuse, but I AM currently on the same side of town where she lives, so I felt a bit guilty for not calling even tho we don’t talk anymore.
I digress.
During the course of the conversation on the phone, my mother mentioned that she would like to take all of us to dinner. I’ll spare you the drama that it took to assemble what is left of several broken families and their opinions as to gathering for a grand total of an hour to feed our faces on my mother’s dime.
But it happened.
I sat directly across from my mother and my soon to be ex-wife, and being that I am a slow eater, I was the last one still cramming Mexican food into my pie hole as the others drifted into “those” conversations. Yes…“those” conversations. You know…
Death,
injury,
illness,
surgery,
doctors,
trauma,
death,
dying,
taxes,
politics,
death…
oh and…
death.
I took all I could take, quietly eating and trying to think of freaky sex as I choked down the greasy cheesy beef enchilada smothered in honey, when I finally reached my limit.
^Deadmau5 – Ghosts n Stuff^
When the topic of “Deep Vein Thrombosis” came up, and my mother started describing, in detail, the surgical procedures available, in conjunction with “whatshername the quasi-doctor” and her appraisals of the gore are carnage involved, as well as the procedures for preparing samples of tissues for evaluation to check for OTHER related and/or possible potential diseases and/or ailments that may require further treatment…I looked up, using my best cold stare, and said.
“I’m eating here.”
There were equally evil looks of shock, dismay sprinkled with “HOW DARE YOU!!!” types of vibes, along with the usual “We’re just talking” kinds of “if we want your opinion, we’ll give it to you” kinds of mumbled offendedness, and immediately returned to their morbid discussion.
So...I got nasty.
“I’m eating a greasy beef enchilada…I don’t really wanna be thinking about doctors removing 200 feet of defective blood veins from your fucking leg.”
The ice...was and/is...unbreakable.
I am a lightning rod of anger and rage…nothing more.
Push him far enough, and he will break.
And if he doesn't?
Well…we’ll just have to try harder…won’t we?
I’ve prolly spent a grand total of 3 hours around my mother over the last 3 years.
That was 3 hours too many.
She doesn’t like me.
Never did.
^Marshmello – Alone (Official Music Video)^
I don’t mind being alone. Yeah, I like being around people as much if not more than most. But when you are alone for the first 20 years of your life? I mean really…what do they expect you to learn?
People skills?
The only people skills I learned came from books, and sometimes movies and music. I learned that in my world…Yeah, there ARE people out there who get along just fine. I was just born where and when I was born. I learned to deal with it as best as I could, and I continue to learn how to deal with it as best as I can.
Everyone breaks. And when you are completely broken? Well…you are either there…or you will be. Hope is a great thing. It gives me, and has given me, hope that not everyone has to walk the path that I have. And this has fuckall to do with individuality…this is about purpose. You either have one, or you make one. Before long, you have difficulty telling the difference.
^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^
Yes…I know more than I let on. But there is a reason for that. Many reasons for that.
Just keep in mind who I work for, and the answers will come.
And if they don’t…I’m betting that you can even find peace in not knowing.
I sure do.
There are many things that I know, that I would rather not know.
They scare the shit out of me.
But I have a friend or two.
Even if I don’t know them…and even if they do not exist…I believe there is at least one person out there who believes in me and what I am doing.
The why…is irrelevant…because they already know why.
I cannot be what I am not.
But I can be what I can.
Weird how everything goes straight to hell from there…eh?
Why?
Because…suddenly…others are involved.
That means titles, labels, evaluations, opinions, and all KINDS of name calling…usually of the “unkind” sorts of kinds.
Weird.
^Calvin Harris – I’m Not Alone (deadmau5 Mix) [lyrics in description] [HD/HQ]^
See how sometime psychology can actually get in the way of “progress?” Things like “ego” and “pride” and “selfishness” start getting bandied about the first rattle out of the bag…and it’s all downhill from there.
And it’s NEVER a two way street.
You can be prideful about doing your job correctly in assessing the defects and defectives…but I’m not allowed that privilege of doing it myself and saving you the time?
Governing kinda…gets in the way of self-governing. Especially on those occasions when you need help from someone else, get it…and now, they got their hooks into you. They gotta know EVERY … FUCKING … DETAIL…because these laws, rules, regulations, and company guidelines are here for YOUR protection.
(yawn)
Good thing that I am happy here at the bottom of that hill…
In the valley…
Of the shadow of death…
HEY! That's MY shadow!!!
Being of the valley, I guess makes that valley mine.
Lemme help ya up.
You got better things to do than lay around thinking about death and dying.
That's my job.
^Deadmau5 – Where Phantoms Sleep 04^
X: You gonna let me talk?
Cade: Sure. I’ve been known to do that.
X: You sound…kinda…confident there.
0: Are you sure that you are not “overstating”…I think is what you are being asked.
Cade: How would I know?
Z: Allow me…
Cade: (lol)…OK…first time for everything.
Z: Just kiddin.
Cade: (lol) OK…first time for everything.
X: Yer gonna pay for that.
T: In spades.
B: Say WHAT?!?!?
Cade: I dunnot think that means what you think it means.
X: I may or may not reserve the right to withdraw my support at any time.
Cade: That’s…reassuring.
X: It wasn’t meant to be.
Cade: Well…it is.
X: Mission accomplished. You fail again. Get out. You pass.
Cade: (lol) Yeah…it’s hard to pass a test that you can only pass by failing.
