Dear Reader, I’ve had a perfect Christmas Eve… */shrugs…* Well, I’ve enjoyed mine. First up Hugo, author of Cultish, has been sending me installments of a Christmas story he’s writing. It’s about bunnies…
*/coughs… Something like that, Clicky…*
Thoughtful Man, too, gave me a story to read when he came home from work. It was an impulse buy whilst refueling his taxi. Bastard! I haven’t bought him anything…
*Completely! …/facepalm… We agreed, Clicky, we wouldn’t buy each other presents… I really thought he was going to stick to it this year… Bastard!*
Finally, I received a Christmas missive (“for YOU!!!”) from The Okie Devil, Cade…
*/jaw drops… How did you know? Only one video shows up below… /looks down… He did something to it, Clicky… /squints… Fucked if I know…*
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M3RRY FUCKING X-MAS FUCKF4CES!!!
How much money did YOU spend this year?
That much eh?
Perhaps you should spend more.
May I suggest…a better paying job.
BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!!!
So…”what’s this all about?”…you may ask yourself.
I dunno.
What’s it all about?
What do you want?
What do you need?
OBVIOUSLY…you have a shitload of spare time, otherwise, you wouldn’t be wasting your time reading my bullshit. I’m just drifting along on my rocket-powered jet boat…headed the wrong direction as fast as I possibly can. Against the current. With the current. Sideways-ish to the current. Whatever works.
What works for you?
I dunno what works for you. And what works for me may not work for you.
One thing is obvious tho. The more shit you can cram into your head in anticipation of what may be to come down the road? The more spare time you would appear to have to waste time on preparing for something that may never happen.
Not that I am trying to dissuade you from anything or anything.
So why would you attempt and dissuade me from anything?
Not that you are or anything.
Look at it like this. In most “developed nations”…I don’t think anyone can argue, that if public water supplies were suddenly unavailable for whatever reason(s)? Yeah. A lotta people are gonna be in deep shit real fucking fast and in short order. So what do we do? I dunno. What DO we do? I guess the better question would be…
Q: What are we doing and why?
A: ???
Are you reconciling the past with the present for the sake of the future? Or are you living in the present? Are you ARE living in the present are you? Then explain the retirement fund.
The 401K?
The “college fund”?
The life-insurance policy/policies?
Health insurance?
Do these thing bring you happiness?
Or security?
Or both?
Cause if so…what are you bitching about?
Diseases you may never contract?
Accidents you may never have?
Freshman years that may never arrive?
Lotta insurances and assurances there for people to be so goddamn glum. So let’s bring it to the day to day, and let’s use something simple…
Q: What were you prohibited from doing today?
A: Say fucking WHAT?!?!?!?
Q: Today. What were you prohibited from doing, that you wanted to do, and who prohibited you from doing it?
A: ???!!!???…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saccharomyces
I’m gonna stop right…fucking…there.
If you read the article above, in the fourth paragraph of the article, second paragraph under the “Cellular Morphology” section, there is the following statement…
Saccharomyces produces ascospores, especially when grown on V-8 medium
What in the FLYING MOTHER FUCKING FUCK…is a “V-8 Medium?!?!?”
Any why “especially” should I be growing this shit on “a V-8 medium?”
Wait…
I have an idea!
Learning to go fast.
It’s something that you have to learn fast.
You also have to learn how to go slow…fast!
Weird.
So thinking about speed, which means we need to think about time…and when thinking about speed and time TOGETHER…that means we also need to add distance. So I’ll reference the equation Distance over Time = Speed, or D/T = S. Which of these are most important? All…DUH! Can’t have one without the other eh? Can’t have the one without the three, that makes one outta two via one. Sound confusing?
Q: What is the dropout rate in any level at any age for any school of any type in any country anywhere on this planet Earth/Terra of ours?
A: ???
While you chew on that…
Q: What would that dropout rate be if there were no schools?
A: (GIMME A FUCKING BREAK…you might be saying)
Nope.
There’s all kinds of neeto stuff to learn on this planet. And we owe ALL of that to our forefathers and foremothers and other motherfuckers like that. Sorry, but I don’t like to discriminate when speaking in generalities.
😉
But yeah…um…school and schools and schooling and stuff like that. There we some people that I grew up with, who’s relatives opened one of the first public schools in The State of Texas. That has always stuck with me, because I always wanted to be a teacher. I like teaching, I enjoy it, but I was too stupid and too poor to even think about college. I’ve always had trouble SPELLING the fucking word “college”…and never knew what the fucking difference between college and university was, other than neither concerned me, nor would they ever. But thinking about “a public school”…that sounds to me like it should be something that would have it’s doors open to anyone who wanted to attend…NOW we have to be certified and educated in educating, and treating all of the little eggs the same, because…their just stupid kids who don’t know shit from Shinola anyway.
Q: How easy is it to learn?
A: ???
Q: What if you learn “too fast” or “too easily” in comparison to the other little eggs?
A: ¿¿¿
Lemme guess…that makes you “a bad egg.”
Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing or anything.
Yeah…I got no answers either. I just know that “life sucks and then you die” or “life’s a bitch, and then you marry one” or insert whatever clever and witty whatever type of cliche that also will make absolutely zero sense to me personally. I’m pretty big on examining both points at each end and all points inbetween. But words like “inbetween” kinda say it all for me. Cause that’s where it all appears to be. It’s all in there. Not that I’m a middleman or anything. I did make a pretty nasty bet with God once.
I wonder if I’ll lose that bet.
Wanna bet?
Muscarine
Agonist
Receptor Antagonist
Calcium Channel Blocker
Spall
Strontium-90
Yttrium-90
Spin
Spin (Aerodynamics)
Busy Waiting (Redirected from Busy spin)
Real-Time Clock
Spin (Physics)
Spin Tensor
Temporary
State (Redirected from States)
OF
Matter
Oxygen Fluoride
Metal Spinning
Muscarinic Acetylcholine Receptor
Nicotinic Acetylcholine Receptor
Nicotine
Electronic Cigarette
Baroreflex
Homeostasis
Homeopathy
Lithium
Mineral Wells, Texas
Mineral Spring
Hot Springs, Arkansas
Crazy Water
Methane Clathrate
Methane Clathrate-Hydrates in Natural Gas Processing
As we can see…”Natural Gas”…is natural. It says so right fucking there in the name. And anything that is natural? Is fair game. First come, first serve. The rest of you…welp…sorry!
Better luck next time!
Mystery = Solved! Next!
Yeah…I took Lithium once. Twice even. It takes a while of taking it to “build-up” to a certain level in your bloodstream…a few days or so, and then, you have to go get your blood drawn every fucking week to check the levels and make sure that they are at or between certain levels, and not above those certain levels or A certain level…cause it can and will kill you. Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing. But I DO know, that the “extended release” lithium that my doctor gave me for a while? Not so good. I’m thinking that there is a connection there with respect to someone that may have bowel and or digestive tract type(s) of issue(s)…like me. Not that I have any issues or anything. Nothing major anyway. So they tell me. My body says otherwise. But what the fuck does my body know?
My point?
Hmmm….didn’t know I had one. But I do wonder about change and changes over time and over times sometimes.
Just sayin.
I dunno where you are, nor do I know where I am. But I do know that it is currently 13:35 or 01:35 PM in the afternoon of Christmas Eve here in the North Texas area near Dallas where my fat ass is currently parked on one hard assed cement floor that is painted shit brown, meaning the date is 2016.12.24. Whatshername is gonna make homemade pizzas tonight, and they are planning on watching Christmas movies and playing that goofy assed dice game called Tensies or Tenzies or whatever it’s called. I’m here for another day or so, then back to elsewhere. All that to say, I have no idea who you are, or where you are, or when you are reading this. I only know where I am and when I am writing this shit where I am…or something.
Wherever you are…
Merry Christmas.
X: You gonna leave me out?
Cade: I’d never do that. You?
X: What?
0: He wants to know if you are gonna leave him out.
X: Oh.
Cade: lol…thanks…I needed that.
X: 😉
Cade: ❤
/cY/a
c\Fa\
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*/squints upwards… Yeah, he’s definitely done something to the text, Clicky…*
*… See! It works fine now… /holds up hands… Why are you looking at me like that? Clicky? What are you doing? …/steps back… Gerroff, you filthy beast… /taps snout…*
Merry Christmas, Dear Reader. Enjoy! ❤
*Go on, off with you! Bed… No, knot mine… /sigh…*
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Update: It’s the afternoon of Saturday 4th February and I’ve not got anything particular to do now that Thoughtful Man has left for work. Boys are busy doing their thang and Popstar is curled up asleep beside me in my roomy Library chair, dreaming doggy dreams.
So I juzzied up my formatting of the text above.
Just like a dog…
Cade’s missives aren’t just for Christmas 😉
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