Ok for those of you who asked I present to you Nicholas Aralius Rekietus..Who's YouTube channel was banned but restored Twitter account deleted and Falsely had his account Mass flagged..Now a Gladiator for truth..Win the crowd..Win your Freedom! pic.twitter.com/zcs1G8Nman
I saw a newspaper story yesterday, Dear Reader. I meant to mention it to Cade, but I forgot…
They might look like props from a low-budget horror film, but these mysterious slimy brain-like blobs are in fact colonies of hundreds of tiny creatures.
The pond-dwelling jellies were recently spotted for the first time in Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada, when they were exposed by low water levels.
The creatures, known as bryozoans, have been around for hundreds of millions of years, long before the first dinosaurs walked the Earth.
And now, it appears, they are spreading – but scientists are unsure why.
Fortunately, he’s sent through a missive, set out below…
*No it doesn’t, Clicky…*
*Yeah, okay, there are some of those…*
*******
Considering the singular nature of all this duality crap is giving me a headache. Anyone got any Tylenol?
Maybe some Ibuprofen?
Although, Ibuprofen will tear the shit out of my stomach. But my headache will be gone.
That's fucked up.
That said, I wonder if there is any tugging or pulling going on there? I mean like, because of whatever is in that Ibuprofen. It’s got aspirin in it. Aspirin comes from trees. Trees have this springy tuggy kind of action to them. But let’s talk about Tanin. Or Tannin. Then I can bring up “vit D” whatever in the fuck that is, cause someone mentioned it somewhere recently.
😀
^UMEK – Stealth Your Past (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
I skipped the obvious shit, and looked for something arcane or unrelated, and I found this…
“Osteopenia occurs more frequently in participants in non-weight-bearing sports like bicycling or swimming than in participants in weight-bearing sports like powerlifting and running, since bone-loading exercise tends to protect or possibly increase bone mineral density.”
Hmmm...
Get yo fat ass off the bike or outta the pool, and lift some weights you worthless scumbag!
Gonna pass on that deal. But that does get me to thinking a bit about…erm…results. Most medical doctors that I’ve encountered are a shade…conservative.
Unless you are are bleeding out of your eyes, and the doctor is able to jam some cotton-balls in there to stem the bleeding…your particular diagnosis may take some time. Sure, sometimes doctors can nail something right off the bat, and treat it with ease. But do these situations tend to make us feel at ease? Or uneasy? We went in for some trite but unusual situation, and we expected the doctor to diagnose us with full-body cancer and give us less than 24 hours to live.
Yet with the unknowns, we’ll endure barrage after barrage of tests and testing just to put our mind at ease. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I kinda do, but let’s let this one sit for a while, and let’s think on it.
Is that good for you?
^deadmau5 & Wolfgang Gartner – Animal Rights^
Cade: Dad, why are fathers called fathers?
Dad: Because we’ve been father in life than our children.
Cade: Ah. Makes sense.
Dad: It does?
Cade: Yes. But I’ll never have kids.
Dad: Why is that?
Cade: Because you said that I’m too much of a screwup to ever have anyone interested in marrying me.
Dad: You don’t have to me married to have children.
Cade: You don’t?
Dad: Nope.
Cade: Hmmmmm
^Frost – Relocate^
It’s September 1st.
It’s 2017.
It’s 16:33.
Nice sky outside.
It's deep.
^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^
Been thinking a lot about blood lately, and it’s color. Not red…yellow. Melanin has been bouncing around again here and there lately, and as it would happen, it came up in conversation. That got me to thinking about moles. But that’s not where the conversation went.
What I started thinking about, was energy and energies in the more “scientific” senses or definitions. If there is more than one way in, there are more than one ways out. And with respect to melanin, I got to thinking about some thoughts I’ve had with respect to uranium being a “kicker” of sorts for life. If we follow the trail, everything is going to show up on life’s radar at some point. But where that led me, was to this “source” and “matrix” kinds of thinking.
That led me to moles. I personally have one, and I only have one. There’s going to be more to it than that. Spin without direction, contextually, isn’t going to help us. Not as long as we are looking, and certainly not where we are looking, nor how we are looking.
^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^
That has me thinking a bit about listening. But let’s go somewhere else where we can think…k?
We’re gonna have to talk about nerves at some point, and currently, I’m getting on my own nerves.
^Kalki – Varanasi (Official Music Video)^
Lessee what I can talk about today. Other than myself of course.
Got to see some awesome contrails late last evening. Was gonna make a video and/or take some pictures, but it was too dark and would not have come out. LOADS of moisture in the air, even tho there were no clouds, and as a result, loads of contrails to the west.
D/FW airport has a VOR, and as a result, lots of airways crisscross right over the top of D/FW Airport. There were some cool ones and big ones last night (contrails, that is)…but there was one in particular as I was watching that had a wicked 90° hook in it, where the aircraft had come in from the southeast, and turned almost directly west after crossing over the airport. Hence, I went and grabbed my camera to make a video. The hook really stood out amongst all of the other contrails that were lingering, as these were almost all “more straight” lines crisscrossing each other.
^deadmau5 & Feed Me @ BBC Radio 1 Residency (06 JULY 2017) [PART 7]^
The other day, I was out taking some pictures of the post-Harvey sky, because the clouds were simply too beautiful not to share. As I wandered out into the front yard, and while tinkering with my camera…I hear…
Neighbor: Hi!
Cade: Well hello there!
Neighbor: What are you doing?
Cade: I’m just taking some pictures of this beautiful sky. Stunning isn’t it?
Neighbor: Wow…that is pretty. Ya know…I’ve been out running for an hour now, and I just realized I’ve not looked up even once.
Cade: Welp…you outta look up every once in a while. Never know what you might see. 😉
Neighbor: I guess so.
Cade: Welp…I’m gonna grab some pics real quick before these clouds go away. Nice talking to ya. 🙂
Neighbor: OK…bye.
She lives two doors down, and is a teacher. I’ve only talked to her once before, but she’s really nice, and has engaged me in conversation both times I’ve talked with her. She’s got three sons that are about the same age as my three children, is divorced, and her boyfriend sorta lives with her. Never spoke with him and only seen him a coupla times. Prolly a nice guy tho. Her kids are nice, she’s nice, so I assume he is also nice. That gets me to thinking tho.
X Marks The Spot.
^OCULA – Ingrained^
Do we really want to know our neighbors? Or is that too much of a risky investment that prolly will go sour at some point? Or do we just want to tell them what they can and can’t do? This IS…our kingdom, afterall. Anything that encroaches upon, or may encroach upon, our kingdom, must be stopped…and it must be stopped now. So…
sorry
…ain’t gonna finish that thought. My stomach just knotted up at traveling that pathway. Tired of punching…tired of being punched…tired of undenting dents.
Q: Is a fender on a car dented prior to an accident?
A: Food for thought.
P.S. – Your neightbor may not want to know you (dessert for thought).
^Kayve – Cervos^
Yesterday…I wandered out front to check the weather and dig in the rocks in the driveway…when suddenly…a car appeared in the street…driving my way…I recognized it…waved…and it pulled up in front of the house…and stopped in the street. So…I walked out that way, and the window on the passenger-side started to drop…
Cade: Well hello there.
X Mom-N-Law: Hi!
Cade: How are you?
X Mom-N-Law: I’m fine how are you?
Cade: Not bad. How was Oregon and/or South Dakota?
X Mom-N-Law: …
I’m gonna stop the convo there, because it’s private. Just glad she is home safely.
I did learn that my ex-aunt-law, is not doing so well, which made me sad, and it makes me sad to think of it now. I also learned, that her husband is retired…I did not know this. He was a Sunflower and Soybean farmer, and also owns like a 2,000/3,000 acre hunting ranch up there that one of their daughters run. I think it’s mostly Pheasant. I dunno…I guess he either sold most of his land, or pays someone to work his lands, or sub-lets it and someone else works it or something. Anyway…it was nice to talk to my x-mo-n-la.
^No Mana – Slow Motion^
Q: Why is space black?
A: !!!
No light? Hmmm….
Q: What happens when you take every color there is, and mix them together?
A: Black.
I was talking to someone yesterday, and the topic of prisms came up. As we talked, “my” equation was buzzing around in my head, as was Pi. Namely…Sopi…something that I had thought of just recently. It’s gotten me to thinking about how Pi is less about circles, other shapes and even math, than it is about motion. What am I getting at here?
Calculation.
This is prolly gonna be a sticky topic, because both time and work are gonna have to be pondered here, which means that math and shapes are gonna also have to be considered.
So…let’s do it the easy way…color(s) + sound(s).
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^
Google search – How Many Colors Are There?
Computer - 16,777,216
“They have shown that we can see about 1000 levels of light-dark, 100 levels of red-green, and 100 levels of yellow-blue for a single viewing condition in a laboratory. This means that the total number of colors we can see is about 1000 x 100 x 100 = 10,000,000 (10 million).”
What I’ve been thinking about, is this recurring “88” business here and there over the past few years, and the more eccentric meanings behind this number.
Welp…88 is as important as any other number…because without 1-87?…we would have no 88. So…what I’ve been pondering for a while now is the correlation between light, gravity, strings, and quantum mechanics. This means we cannot leave out Newtonian nor Relativistic thinking, because we are talking about light.
Where this is gonna get sideways, is my postulation that light and/or photons, can stop completely/have no speed at all. If you stop blaming our Sun/Sol…and ONLY our Sun/Sol, for all light that we see/perceive, we can think maybe about energy and energies that are more aggregated that we give credit for.
So yeah…were about to walk the path of lasers and reflection and refraction…and THEN…we’re gonna wind that prism created rainbow right back up and send it on it’s merry way.
^Public Enemy-Fight The Power^
What has puzzled me, is what is actually going on within a prism that is bending a beam of light at 90° and producing a rainbow on the other side.
What I came up with, is that there has GOT to be some shit going on between A and B that is being missed…and not just some angle. There HAS to be a back and forth, and up and down, and side to side, and every fucking whichaway going on there to unravel, dethread/rethread and unwind that light.
Yeah…strings are gonna have to be more dynamic than just “strings” or even “strings with stings”. Contextually, sometimes anyway, these strings are prolly gonna need to make some unusual shapes to travel to wherever it is they want to go…ESPECIALLY if it’s somewhere they don’t want to go. So…let’s talk about heat for a minute.
^Pop Will Eat Itself – X, Y & Zee^
I’ve mentioned that “The Universe” is prolly well versed and well rehearsed in the nature of burns and burning. What The Universe is NOT well versed in?
You.
Kindof a…”getting to know you” thing going on here as best as I can tell. Were it not so, I prolly wouldn’t be allergic to this place. Anyway, there is prolly no element that we know of that prolly cannot assume any shape at any time under the correct contextual circumstances. There is also prolly no limit to the amount of mass that a particular element cannot achieve…contextually. So…let’s hop over Einstein’s postulation that approaching the speed of light will cause that particular something to achieve infinite mass.
A: Strings
Prolly either gonna dial that speed back…or give it a poke to “push it over the hump”…if you will. Prolly gonna need to think about branes here. Branes not brains. I have none of the latter, and the former is still under peer review (I am my own peer…I hope I pass).
^Upular | Pogo^
So I’m thinking about the number of transactions that are required, to unwind a photon.
Q: What happens to a photon once it is unwound?
A: Bubbles.
That’s my thinking. If you keep water in mind, then think about rainbows, then stop limiting the size of particles and particulate, then stop limiting speed and speeds, then stop limiting proximate and contextual origins and longevities…we can prolly figure out why black holes are so goddamn…black.
It's not all about speed.
SOMETHING has to be keeping those speeds in check. What better way, to measure speed…than…infinite speed(s). That will allow for every speed in between….so yeah…colors and sounds. I get the feeling that silence is actually rather fucking loud, and it has a tendency to block the shit out of some stuff, and not so much to others.
Q: How loud is pain?
A: ...
Q: How loud is joy?
A: ...
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^
What I grasped at yesterday during the course of mine and Roob’s conversation was/is…
88 permutations of light between 1° and 90° within the prism. This is based on a 7-dimensional model mathematical model, Px3/Tx4 that relies on my ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ formula to calculate any number, backwards and forwards, at the same time, using only 1’s.
It’s going to be holographic in nature with respect to displaying the requested number…but the matrix itself is nothing but infinite sets of 1’s with a zero base. There will be two zeros in the set, origin…destination, but at some point, both the origin and destination will be the same. Afterall, what we are trying to do, is calculate some really ridiculously large numbers from point A, and wind up back at A with our answer. I need my son’s formula to make this work.
Q: How much is “infinite” in this instance/these instances.
A: All the way.
Q: How much is that?
A: I dunno.
Information is heavy. It has to be. Our planet alone is touted to have of mass of God only fucking knows what…so yeah…shitloads of information there. So let’s bend an infinitely long straight line, that has infinite mass, so that it fits into a space the size of a pinhead.
Once we do that…
Q: Where does the space go?
A: I will not suggest inflation nor how it works here...not now anyway 😛
^David Bowie – Space Oddity [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
We’ve got us a beam of photons that are all connected in a chain, and coming in from Galaxtar 19…and Galaxtar 19 is on the far side of The Universe. Photon 1 arrives, passes straight through The Earth/Terra…
Q: What does Earth/Terra do 24/7?
A: It spins.
That wasn’t such a long walk now was it?
Oh…should I have used Neutrinos instead of Photons?
Just doing what I’ve been taught to do.
Iron clad and written in stone today = Sitting in a dustbin collecting space dust tomorrow.
^Morrissey – I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me^
Why I personally have been seeing for some time now, is triangles and circles working together to shear light. Imagine a large empty black space, that is fucking FULL of rainbow circles and triangles, that are bouncing around each other, keeping both of their shapes intact, while simultaneously keeping the colors themselves orderly and intact.
Q: What is keeping these shapes intact that allows them to order both themselves AND the spectrum of light?
A: The spectrum of light is more than just light, and is surrounded by all fucking KINDS of energy and energies.
What do they all have in common?
Motion. Motionlessness is STILL motion.
Relativistically…it simply has none contextually. So…if we take into consideration the speed and speeds of our planet, as well as the speed and speed of our solar system…we could be entangled with and lugging around some fucking HUGE photons that are not only actually moving quite fast, but also maybe some aggregate factors that allow smaller and more numerous photons to more easily translate and traverse this space and these spaces.
Like attract like.
Opposites attract.
Like signs repel.
The weak force(s) is/are the strongest of all.
Takes a lot of strength to not do something.
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Sorry…just…chanting a mantra here 😉
^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^
Tis now 03:55 in the AM on Saturday September 2nd, and I’m pooped.
Plus, poor Roob had to return to work after a week’s vacation, and I don’t want to send her another monster like the last one…so…I’ll can it here.
But yeah…you can get it apart, but can you put it back together?
If so, what is the result?
Methinks Uranium has a useful function that we might be overlooking for the sake of the now.
It has been something of a painful week for me, Dear Reader…
I either slept funny, or in a draught ‘cos when I woke last Sunday, both my neck and right shoulder were in blooming pain. Then I mowed the grass…
*I know, Clicky… The garden was a bit overgrown…*
I can’t tell you how bad it felt when I woke on Monday…
*Hmm… right facial expression, Clicky, but I wasn’t moving anything like that fast…*
…and I certainly wasn’t fit for work…
Fortunately I was able to take the week off as holiday…
*Very ‘andy, Clicky… I’m new there – I don’t wanna be labelled a sicknote… /pulls face… It was my own fault for aggravating it… /thinks… And I got to do nothing which is pretty much what I use holiday for anyway…*
By Thursday, strong painkillers and rest (Thoughtful Man has been an absolute rock) had done the trick and I was at least able to get dressed to go vote. Plus never underestimate the healing benefits of receiving ‘good karma’ or a surprise gift in the post…
Cade had written the following missive but held back sending it until today. It’s…
*Clicky?!?…*
*Okay but it’s probably too late for that… Go sort out a Song for the end and we’ll just let Dear Reader find out what’s in Cade’s missive for themself…*
*******
Sup y0?
Tis’ Saturday June 10th. I wrote most of this bullshit below earlier in the week. Not that you care, because no one is reading this. So yeah…let’s get the fuck on with it, eh? Skip the sex, and straight to the foreplay.
OH! And if there are some words missing, my keyboard is dying/low batteries. I noticed in one of my reposts this week that a lot of words were missing. I type pretty fast, so when the keyboard cuts out because of these low batteries, I don’t always notice.
Here go.
I mean…We go.
I mean…Here we.
I mean…Here we go.
^No Remorse – Metallica – Kill ’em All – Studio Version – HD^
I just wrote a new song. It’s called…”I Just Wrote A New Song.”
It goes a little something like this…
I just wrote a new song…
It’s about 4 hours long.
Just kidding. I mean…not really, because I did write that. Just need a few hours to work on it.
😛
^Depeche Mode – Blasphemous Rumours [Flashghost]^
The Amazing...
“Do Nothing Machine.”
Sounds … relevant … to someone … I know.
It's amazing what a little nothing can do.
^The amazing Do Nothing Machine at the Museum of Craftsmanship^
I didn’t plan on writing the previous whatever. I figured the one before that would be my last. So maybe you can empathize with what is transpiring right here and now.
Not that there is some cumulative confusion with continuing to write, when I thought that I had just about wrapped up these efforts. Because here I am…
writing more shit
…simply because I have been inspired by events to do so.
^Cocteau Twins – Melonella^
I blanked an entire post on my own blog last night by foolishly editing what I had already published. Hit the “undo” button one too many times I guess…
at which point
…I guess the automated portion of Blogger said something akin to
“WATCH THIS!!!”
as my entire post vanished from the edit window…
at which point
…I can only imagine that the auto-save portion chimed in with…
“TA-DA!!!”
By the time it occurred to me that maybe hitting the “redo” button might be a valid and prudent course, I had already clicked the “preview” button … and was now staring a completely blank page.
I swear to God…the page was so devoid of anything, that the thought of tumbleweeds and whistling winds somehow suddenly manifesting on-screen would have been a welcome addition.
I kept eyeballing the publishing toolbar, and wondering why there was no cancel function.
I mean…this is a published article.
Auto-save….it’s a pickle.
I won’t say a sour pickle, because I personally love sour pickles.
It’s the sweet ones that I hate.
My gut tightened…I shrugged…scowled…whispered “oh well”…and went to bed.
I slept quite a bit and quite well.
Even took a nap this afternoon and slept quite well too.
The more and better I sleep…the more tired I get.
/me is weird like that
^Metallica: Creeping Death & Blackened (MetOnTour – Oakland, CA – 2016)^
Quite the storm overhead right now. Blue and white on one side, dark grey and black on the other…lightly raining in the middle. The smell of rain…loaded with that sweet smell of fresh dirt.
I was coming indoors for a moment to grab my binoculars since I had seen something floating in the sky to the southeast that did not appear to be either aircraft nor drone…prolly a balloon…but I wanna see it/watch it since it is riding the leading edge of the storm. As I entered the hallway that leads to “my” room, I notice whatshername is hoovering in my oldest son’s doorway…and as soon as she sees me, her conversation with my son ceases, and she looks at me.
The silence is almost deafening, but I avert my eyes to the floor, continue my journey as I now change plan and decide whatever it is can just float the fuck on without worry of me attempting to observe it further. I am just about to pass her when she says…
Did you notice that branch that came down after the last storm?
I think to myself…yes I did see it because you pointed it out to me…wait…what? Why is she asking about a branch that has been on the ground for a coupla days? Tree-limb pickup isn’t until Thursday, this is Sunday, and we have another storm right on top of us.
Cade: Ummm…I thought I did. (I musta had quite a puzzled look on my face)
This is a different one.
She walks away from my son’s door, he hasn’t said a word during this entire time…
Will you take a look at it…it hasn’t come all the way down.
As she proceeds towards the front door, I turn to follow her, and catch the shadow of a foot out of the corner of my eye and see his door start to close, followed by what is not quite a slam.
I follow her outside, my mind filling with confusion as to where in the hell she is headed since there are no sizeable trees out front that would necessitate concern over their branches. When she makes a left towards the east, my heart sinks as I simultaneously raise my head and see the branch of current pertinent and timely interest.
That one. Do you think it will hit my car?
The branch she is referencing is still well attached to a tree that is deep in the neighbor’s yard, even tho the branch itself is quite close to whatshername’s driveway. A quick scan reveals that the neighbor’s cars are gone, and I swallow hard.
Cade: Maybe. Just move your car out into the street?
I was thinking that, considering the circumstances, this would be the best course until the storm passes.
Cade: Maybe just park it out in the street until you can talk to “neighbor’s name withheld” as to what to do about it?
Whatshername continues to survey the distances and angles of potential motion if and when the branch were to become dislodged during the coming tempest. But I can tell from where I am standing, that the branch appears to still be quite well attached since it has not fallen. This branch is going to require a saw, if for no other reason than to keep from damaging the tree further. She then turns to me…
Couldn’t you just give it a good yank?
Cade: You do whatever you want. But I’m not going on to someone else’s property while they aren’t home to try and pull a tree limb out of one of their trees.
With that, I immediately turn and retreat inside as I stumble around what I consider the best course, and in desperation look for any potentials that I may have missed. As I open the door, I notice whatshername is hot on my heels…
Well…I’m going to pick up your daughter from work.
I cringe.
^Depeche Mode – World In My Eyes (Cicada Mix)^
I admire her moxy. What I detest is her defiance, when and where that defiance seems to manifest itself. Prolly because I am very similar at times, I just approach such situations a little differently.
Oh! You want me to do this this way, otherwise…you are gonna kick my ass?
Try this one on for size then.
I ain’t gonna do it at all…my way, not your way…nor any other way, and we’ll consider that “my way”…k?
Bring on this asskicking you didn’t plan for motherfucker.
I can take it.
Can you?
^Deadmau5 – gg^
Ever won a fight by not even throwing a punch?
I have.
Many actually.
A guy had been picking on me and tempting and taunting me forever, and no matter how many times I warned him, pleaded with him, whatever…that this course was not in his best interests…he kept it up. Accusing me of trying to talk shit without “backing it up” by actually fighting. I run tho too. I kept ducking him forever. He almost got me once at school when he enlisted some friends to assist him with trapping me in a certain area of the school and then dragging me outside.
They hadn’t considered that I work best under the pressure of the moment. I did escape and evade them, and I damn near escaped them permanently until I made a wrong turn…at which point, a classmate of mine intervened. Lucky me. But not long after…they cornered me again…outdoors where I had nowhere to run.
Mainly because I never saw the first punch. The first punch came after a blindside push that knocked me to the ground.
Upon hitting the ground, getting up was not an option because he was immediately on top of me punching me. I curled up in a ball and took it. I dunno how many times he punched me, but he worked back and forth between the body and attempts at punching my obscured face with no luck.
Cade: Don’t punch my head.
There was warning tone in my voice.
A crowd had formed around us, and there was a roar of laughter that was kinda..split. One of his friends shouted in a whining-child taunting tone…
Don’t…punch my poor little head!
I immediately fired back…
Cade: You’re next.
There was a roar of “OOOOOHHHH’s” and laughter that ripped through the crowd, that I could only imagine was quite large, and getting larger.
Doesn’t look like there will be anything left.
Cade: I’m warning you…don’t punch my head!
The guy that was pounding on me resumed his punching attack that had been interrupted by my perceived smartassery, and he continued his assault working back and forth between the body and head, with an occasional attempt at the face as I rocked my head back and forth trying to avoid these.
^Roberto Capuano – Drop (Original Mix) [ANALYTICTRAIL]^
He started in on my kidneys, I guess since they were so readily available, and after quite a few of these punches…I thought to myself “I wonder how many of these I can take, and how much blood am I gonna piss tonight?” Still, attacking the kidneys is a good sign he’s becoming tired.
He even stood up a time or two, keeping me between his legs, and kicked me. I guess out of frustration at a perceived lack of progress, but I was already well aware that my body was gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow and for quite some time after.
Then…I heard the first snap.
I don’t recall which hand it was, but he had taken a shot at the direct center of the back of my head near the neck, and as I felt the tingles of the response of the nerves in my neck transmit their confusing messages down the length of my back…I heard a snap that didn’t belong to me.
I could feel his body relax somewhat, and I could tell that he had withdrawn this hand that recoiled in pain.
Cade: I FUCKING TOLD YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!
There must have been confusion in the crowd as to what I meant by that. But he immediately began to hit me with the other hand, then I felt his bodyweight shift again. This dumb motherfucker is gonna hit me with the hand he just broke to check and see if it is really broken…which he did. The wrist folded under the force of the blow, almost like he was poking the side of my face with the nub of an arm where the hand had been detached.
He never could get to that fury stage, and there were only a few more punches with opposing hand before…again…
*SNAP!*
Even I groaned on this one, and he almost immediately removed himself from where is was perched atop my back. Yikes…that one musta hurt. I stood up in a flash, seemingly unaffected by the beating that had ensued up to that point….and there was a “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” that ran through the crowd. Almost as if everyone was thinking…
OH SHIT!!! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!!!
Cade: I FUCKING WARNED YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I FUCKING WARNED YOU!!! THERE IS NOT A BEATING THAT ANYONE CAN DISH OUT THAT I CANNOT TAKE!!!
I knew that he was in agony, and it had not yet become apparent to those watching that he had broken both of his hands (actually, one hand and one wrist). But there was a hush among the throng as to exactly what they had just witnessed, and what was transpiring now. They had just wanted blood, and now, they had no fucking clue what in the fuck was going on nor what they wanted, nor what to do.
He had begun to whimper a bit, and I could tell that he was fighting back the tears brought on by what must have been some terrible pain, as well as the confusion of what he should do at this point. I shot him a glare and noticed the confusion in his eyes, shot the crowd a glare and noticed the confusion in theirs…I left and went home. I cried all the way there. Inside. Not outwardly. My fury is too well versed and too well honed to show itself outwardly in a way that most could understand.
Regret took over, and the tears began to flow.
^Deadmau5 – Templar^
Not a mark on me. That’s what they would think. And they’d be right, because they were only looking at my face. But I knew better.
Sure enough, the next morning I was covered in bruises and scratches and cuts on my body. Not really…but I bruise slowly if at all. But where there were no marks, there was only pain and a wondering of what in the fuck transpired there to make it hurt so bad, yet there is no evidence of any damage except the pain. I didn’t want to go back to school…ever. I had no idea what waited for me. I could not have fathomed what actually waited for me at school.
^Metallica Escape lyrics^
Looks and a lot of them. Clearing a path, for me? Looking at me with what I can only imagine was an equally confused look that I returned.
For the first time, I walked these crowded hallways in a high school of 5,000+ kids, unimpeded.
What the FUCK?!?!?
I usually had to skirt the walls and wait for those small gaps created by the normal kids as they proceed unimpeded down the center of the hallway. These gaps usually are dependent on how many friends are in tow within a certain group, and vary at different times of the day depending on classes attended and overall level of popularity. But this was very strange to me. Not a word was said to me directly…but obviously the scuttlebutt had already so permeated some structure of communication that I was completely oblivious to.
“He won that fight yesterday by not even throwing a punch”…I heard from behind me. They continued…“you should have been there…he stood up and started yelling…” the conversation went out of earshot as I quickened my pace to my first class.
This is not happening…
this is not happening…
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!!!
I made my way into my first class, which was luckily sparsely populated because I was early. I put my books down, put my head on top of them and covered my face. Terror. Sheer terror. As the students filed in, I kept my face down. I kept my face down long after the bell had rung and class started.
Just...don't cry...just don't cry.
Teacher: Cade, I’m gonna need you to raise your head up and pay attention to class.
I eventually raised my head in obedience, and you coulda heard a pin drop in that room. The teacher gave me the most reassuring tight-lipped non-smile I have ever been privy to. She then proceeded with her responsibilities. I hope that I paid attention. But I have a sneaking suspicion that my mind was elsewhere.
^Deadmau5 – Bounce (Original Mix)^
I can only imagine the confusion as to how this wimpy stoner kid who didn’t weigh 140 pounds soaking wet, could have possibly endured a beating by a well known football player who was twice his size…let alone won…let alone win without throwing a single punch. Nevermind that there is not a mark on him. It took a while for some bruises to come in. I didn’t want to talk about it.
Sometime later, I was approached in the school hallway by a guy who was known for being the toughest guy in the entire school. He also just so happened to be a good friend of the guy who wailed on me, and was there that day watching the events. It scared me, because he and yet another of their friends had constantly picked on me the entire time I had been in high school, and I figured that these activities were about to resume. But he simply said to me…
You know…anyone can take a beating. But it takes a real man to dish one out.
He turned and started to walk away, as if he just wanted to say his piece then bail. But I fired back…
Cade: Does it matter how?
He stopped in his tracks…turned towards me, and said…
Yeah…it does.
He turned and walked away.
This next song sucks btw.
^MECHANICAL TECHNO DEMONSTRATION^
Not to change the subject…but I think I figured out a food issue.
Flour Tortillas.
Cheap, filling, easy to carry, and I like them.
AND…they can double as toilet paper in a tight spot.
Cleaning up with the same item you ate the day before. Lolz
Which reminds me…just gotta remember to use them in one capacity or the other, and not both.
Sometime later, a certain someone approached me and asked me…
How did you do that?
Cade: For my entire life, I’ve survived being beaten on repeatedly by a man who spends the entirety of his days pounding and molding steel and metals to his will. I told you…there’s not a beating I cannot withstand. So….I can easily withstand any beating that someone has lined up for me over their own pride and popularity because they figure I’m easy prey.
And yep…as I feared…those events pretty much ended this guy’s football career. He left the school after not making the football team, because they offered him a role as a trainer since he didn’t make the team. I guess he felt that was insult on top of injury, and changed schools.
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^
I’m sure there are those who would say
“AWWW BULLSHIT!!! THAT DIDN’T GO DOWN LIKE THAT AT ALL!!!
And they’d be right.
I wasn’t where they were, and I didn’t see what they saw.
I was busy being where I was.
They weren’t in my head as I anticipated every single move made, and adjusted accordingly, while continuing to plan my own survival.
They had no idea that I never planned to jump up start dishing out what I had just taken. I simply figured that he would tire, quit, declare himself the victor, then I could pack up my lumps and go home.
They couldn’t get their head wrapped around the fact that I was mostly relaxed during all this…until the bones started to break…at which point, my fury became roused in a more tangible manner.
When I eventually did start to bruise about a week later, one of the worst mistakes I made was lifting my shirt and showing the bruises to someone who asked. It only added to the mystery of how I had managed to take such a beating, and also, hide it so well. Years of experience in hiding bruises should have taught me better.
NEVER show the marks. But this was someone I trusted…so…yeah…big mistake. People would just randomly grab my shirt in the hallway and lift it to see if it was true. Almost as if to say…“you’d never know he was covered in bruises, till you actually see them.”
But even then, it was as if they were thinking “how the fuck do you go on as if nothing happened? How the fuck are you functioning at all?”
What choice do I have?
Plus…as far as I was aware…that particular beating was quite lopsided as far as I knew. I never threw a punch, but absorbed quite a few.
Hide the beating in the places that can’t normally show.
Abusers know this.
However…
It works both ways.
I can become what you are any day of the week.
But you can never be me.
Heh...heh...heH
Yeah…kind of a snotty attitude to have, eh?
Or is it just a snotty attitude to espouse?
God forbid the survivors have an opinion.
It might…just…not…sit too well…with the observers.
^deadmau5 – Raise Your Weapon^
Yep…an easy target. No way in hell that I could ever even attempt to describe the more sordid shit that I’ve survived. Yeah…it gets worse. But I have to temper the telling of tales. And this isn’t about “letting sleeping dogs lie” either. If a tale needs be told…I tell it. I figure that’s the only reason I survived…to tell the tale, if, and when, and where needed. Not to satiate some sadist’s desire(s) via proxy (even tho, even sadists are just as human as the rest of us), but rather to encourage other survivors like myself to keep plugging. Keep going.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
/shrug
^Deadmau5 – Faxing Berlin (1080p) || HD^
It’s confusing when “the order of the day” is surviving that day, and yet all we perceive is a world waiting to beat on us. Um…take the beatings as they come. You spend 5 minutes dealing with an impossible problem that eventually gets solved, and the remaining 7 hours and 55 minutes lamenting the previous nightmare and it’s foreboding as to the nightmares to come. Then you wait …
and wait …
and wait …
and wait …
until the next nightmare finally shows up. Is it any wonder that you think your life is full of nightmares and darkness?
I mean…look at it like this…we spend 5 days looking forward to one particular part of one day, and two days dreading one day.
Not such a bad margin, eh?
Seize the day peeps.
Or not.
WhatTHEfuckEVER floats you goddamn boat or whatever.
❤
^Deadmau5 – Cthulhu Sleeps (HQ)^
I promised Roob some pics, but I just noticed my phone is dead. I wonder if I’ll come through.
On Monday, I sent a ‘silly name‘ sciency story to Cade, who has not yet left for his walking adventure…
‘Steve’ is a shimmering ribbon of purple light which was initially referred to by the much more tedious name of ‘proton arc’.
Eric Donovan from the University of Calgary said that he saw something he had never seen before in images shared by a Facebook group called Alberta Aurora Chasers.
He didn’t know it then, but it was Steve.
While the Aurora Chasers combed through their photos and kept an eye out for the next appearances of Steve, Prof. Donovan and colleagues turned to data from the Swarm mission and his network of all-sky cameras.
Steve… St Eve on Merovee… Thoughtful Man to you, Dear Reader 😉
Cade continued and expounds further on the subject in the following missive…
*******
WE NEED A PIPELINE!!!!!!!!!!!*
IT NEEDS TO BE PERMANENT!!!!!!**
IT NEEDS TO LAST FOREVER!!!!***
*+**+***(Subject To Change)
^Dick Dale – Pipeline^
So…how would “nature” build a pipeline?
A: As needed?
A: When needed?
A: Where needed?
A: As long* as needed?
Prolly shoulda worded this as “As long as is needed”…but I didn’t, and it got me to thinking as I performed my usual fucked up method of re-reading shit as I write it, then re-reading it again as I’m thinking about/typing something else.
Maybe this is why I have convinced myself that I have something to say. I must be hypnotizing myself with “my own brilliance.”*
*(Or lack thereof)
^Stevie Ray Vaughan & Dick Dale – Pipeline (1987)^
Little bit of a delay in leaving, due to an attempt to um…yeah. The unexplainable is a little bit difficult to explain. But the short of it is, that I told my youngest son that I would stay until his Guitar Hero® controllers, that his mom ordered online, came in. They came in yesterday, two days early, but on one of them the connector was bent…so…yeah…a little tedium there with disappointment.
However, whatshername was able to use her jewelry tools to bend it back, and it seemed to work OK…
…
…that is…until today arrived. That same controller stopped working, became intermittent, so…yeah…lotta frustration.
I guess that one could make all kinds of “connections” there as to the symbolism of people being left out of processes that others have determined that you are on the “need to know” list, of the “you don’t need to know” variety. Talking…it’s important. But that’s just my opinion. Sometimes I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll shuttup right now and see how that goes/works for us.
^Dick Dale & The Del Tones “Misirlou” 1963^
Yeah, that wave or whatever that seems to be making some rounds (har har)…got me to thinking about not only particles and energies, but how they are able to move/travel at all. So a Proton Arc that science is already claiming that “it can’t be that” and some amateur astronomers/observers that observed it prior to the big guns moving their shit into position to get a better look/option.
Damn…that was a helluva run-on sentence eh? Anyway…
Yeah…it got me to thinking about the temporary nature of pathways, and how our pathways seem to differ quite a bit from nature’s pathways by doing the same damn thing for different periods of time. So this got me to thinking about a pathway coalescing to facilitate the travel of a single particle, and the mechanics behind the whole of that process.
We tend to think of particle travel as something akin only to things like meteorites, and don’t considered the dynamics that they are already traveling in and through. Meaning: something akin to what the Apollo Astronauts encountered on their return trips from the moon, and the “reentry corridor” that is always described as being ridiculously narrow.
Welp, between the Earth/Terra and The Moon/Luna, yeah…that corridor is ridiculously narrow. But stick the reentry vehicle in that corridor…yeah…kinda wide, but at the same time…yeah…not so much. They could come in too steep and burn up in the atmosphere, could come in too shallow and bounce/ricochet off of the atmosphere, or come in just right, go home, and have dinner with the fam.
^Dick Dale – Nitro (Live on KEXP)^
So if a particle like “The Oh My God Particle” shocks the living shit out of researchers in such a way as to name a particle as such after the fact, were there smiles? Frowns? Fears? Wonder?
According to science, this Universe has been around for a long-assed time…and according to religion, this Universe has been around for God knows how long…so…what’s the big fucking deal? This shit appears to have been happening for “a while” at least, so what is with all of the shock and awe? Welp, to me anyway, the obvious obvious is obviously obvious…
"THIS IS SOME COOL SHIT!!! LOOK AT THAT PICTURE!!!"
So when we get to science, shit gets a little tedious, because they feel the need to explain everything. If you’ve got the tools to do it? Cool. Knock yerself out. Dunno how that helps the rest of us, but at least we got a bitchin’ picture, and a confusing assed explanation as to what it is and/or isn’t and/or may or may not be…maybe. Or something.
^Hybrid – Choke^
So it got me to thinking about the mechanics of this “event”…but primarily the one between the photographer(s) and the scientist(s)…and the events leading up to the event that facilitated it. Now that we are past it…we are still really right in the fucking middle of it as far as I can tell. Meaning, someone was there to see it/photograph it, someone was there to pick up the ball from there, so …now what?
We wait for 7-10 years for science to tell us what it was, all while telling us how important it was/is? And this isn’t about job security or funding or any of that other shit, as much as it is about legacy.
Opportunity = ?
It occurs to me that there is ALL KINDS of discovery going on here. Such as, learning that there is a “swarm” of satellites that apparently can be directed at a moments notice to deviate from whatever in the fuck it was doing previously, and fly through this whatever it is. Almost like…we are bumping into ourselves coming and going…and we didn’t even know that the other was there.
^Hybrid – Out Of The Dark^
Is it possible for something to be speeding up, and slowing down, at the same time? I would imagine so. I’m just thinking about the temporary nature of matter and energy/energies as they coalesce to do whatever it is they are doing, then go on their way. Especially in “the vacuum of space.” Change that previous thought to “the vacuum of spaces”…and suddenly shit starts to get real creepy. Especially if you are thinking in terms of Neutrons and Neutrinos, how those relate to Quarks/Gluons/Tachyons, and how those relate to Electrons and Protons from the standpoint of motion.
Meaning: Time.
Neutrons are going to be our “Zeros” in the manner in which I’ve been thinking recently. They are dark matter, but not all of it. There are two other components that we can link directly to their formation, and those are Tachyons/Neutrinos via Electrons and Protons, and Electrons and Protons, are the exact same fucking particle, but configured differently. This is gonna give us our vacuums, when Electrons and Protons are in proximity to one another, which are gonna give us not only our Neutrons…but also our shells and valences. Tachyons and/or Neutrons are gonna help, with the help of Quarks and Gluons. Sometimes, our Gluons are gonna be outside of our shells, and sometime in. It all depends on what is being done and why and how.
However…Protons in proximity to other Protons, while operating within a nested environment of Electrons…is what is going to give us our “Particle Zoo.”
Not via collision…but via “stripping.”
Stripping is going to be a reconfiguration of the particles that make up Protons/Electrons, in order to turn one into the other, so that direct contact between these to “same particles” is prohibited.
^Hybrid – Know Your Enemy^
If you think of these particles that make up these Electrons/Protons, as something more akin to geometric shapes that are more along the lines of fractals, that may help. Maybe even imagine “the grid” from the movie Tron. However, not flat per se, but bent to whatever shape(s) they need to configure themselves in, in order to do whatever it is that they need to do, in order to do what they need to do. That previous sentence may sound intentionally ambiguous, but that is not my intention.
Maybe if you think in terms of an aircraft in it’s different flight modes…that’ll help. Clean, Dirty, or combination. Like flaps down? What position? In transition? Gear down? Gear up? Gear down/flaps up, Gear up.flaps down…etc. I’m just thinking that maybe this is where science both go it wrong, AND got it right, in that order, when you flip it sequentially a coupla times.
Right, Wrong, Right, Wrong
Meaning, all of these particles that they started seeing? Yeah…it boggled minds. But then, they started to qualify and quantify and omit, in favor of. So what they are omitting, is the possibility that every single “Proton” that you “slam together” is identical because it comes from the same element. Take Helium for example.
Q: How “old” is that Helium?
A: Carbon Dating?
Think “Metallic Hydrogen” as a molecule instead of an element, and it frees up our atoms to be a little more dynamic than we ever imagined.
Maybe think…”imprints and imprinting.”
That thought sure left an impression on me. 😉
^Dick Dale – Surfing Drums^
Now that we have our reaction of the desired variety, and we are seeing computer readouts of shit flying motherfucking everywhere…”now where does that particle go?”
Welp…if we think in terms of data preservation and data retention? Maybe that’ll help.
If we think in terms of data loss? Maybe that’ll … whatever.
I’ve thought about micro-fractures within the framework of these machines that record this shit, and I can’t but think now, of …
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DOES A PARTICLE FROM HELIUM DO WITH ITSELF WHILE EMBEDDED IN A CLUSTER OF COPPER ATOMS OR CARBON COMPOSITE MATERIAL?!?!?!?"
OK…so you replace your detectors as they become old/outdated/worm-out or whatever…NOW where does that particle go? Some landfill? Is the material burned? Shredded and sold for scrap/recycled or re-purposed? Now what? And don’t give me this “irrelevant” bullshit. If these particles and their parts were irrelevant, you wouldn’t be “banging them together.”
^Hybrid – Salt^
Q: How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: ?¿?
Q: What if you live in the Iraqi Desert? How important is Depleted Uranium to your daily needs?
A: ¿?¿
Yep…divorce will drive a man crazy. Never mind her and her needs…she is no longer important to me.
(NOTE: Yes...that was bitter sarcasm of the mine variety)
^Ulrich Schnauss – Monday Paracetamol^
Where was I? OH YEAH!!! Parts and particles.
Um…you have particles swirling around in an event of events, that is a series of events leading up to an event…I wonder if there is a point to where that “Big Event” was always going to happen? I mean, that was your intent…right?
HOORAH!!! Break out the party hats. (golf clap)
What about the truck driver/train driver that hauled that shit into your facility? What role and roles did he/she play? We all generate fields around us right? The heart, the brain, and all that other shit that is unimportant until it malfunctions? How important is that shit? I bet that job is pretty important to whoever has it. Prolly so important that it needs to exist, so that they can continue to exist. Weird pathway and pathways model, eh?
Just thinking about the nature in which this “Proton Arc” has come to our attention, and the amount of time that it has taken The Universe to organize, facilitate, and actuate this event. Now…think about how many people have looked at that picture in wonder…now think about the people that wrote this story, the scientists that picked it up from there…now…think about all of the people that have no…fucking…clue that this event happened. Now…let’s give time a little breathing room.
Because our betters are behind us…not in front of us. 😉
^”Moon” Little People^
If we use carbon dating to date things that are in our proximity, why wouldn’t they be accurate? Welp…first thing that this dumbass can think of is…”how much carbon was there at the time of The Big Bang?” The second thing that I can think of is…”how long you been using these techniques?” (Meaning: Carbon Dating).
Now that we’ve given time a little break, I guess we can talk about the nature of energy with respect to particles, and how Einstein was prolly right AND wrong, all at the same time, because he left out…time. Or…times…as it were. Why would he do that? I can think of some reasons. Lotta people wanting answers of the definitive sort, and can prolly see him throwing his fucking hands up and saying…”here…chew on this.”
Maybe this’ll help us account for “the missing matter” in The Universe. It’s there. It’s just…fluid. Keep that contextual, and it’ll prolly help with the dynamics of something static that appears to be both…because it is. Influence and friction is all that comes to mind here. That sometimes things need to connect and or grind, and sometimes…not. Both are equally important, when and where they are. I’m gonna shudder a little bit, start thinking about the possibility of creating “pure vacuums” that are already nested in a vacuum that is deceptively not really a vacuum…then we can maybe think about making us some Neutrons. Should help us skip Anti-Matter completely.
^Groove Armada – Edge Hill^
Just fuckin wit cha. I’m gonna skip Neutrons (har har) and think about this Morgellon’s shit, since we are talking about small things that don’t matter. But sometime back, I stumbled across some shit about these Austrailian Termites, and these bacteria that live within their gut digesting the wood. I then stumbled across this Icelandic Moss, and it got me to thinking about bacteria and how we think of them today. Meaning: Pretty fucking indifferent. I have no idea what the bacteria themselves think about us, but may have some ideas.
Anyway…yeah…splinters.
Q: How wood our bodies deal with a splinter?
A: Tweezers?
Nope! Those are for Unibrow type people 😛
But yeah…if we get a splinter, and think we plucked it all out, but there are microscopic or larger particles that we cannot see, once that wound heals…how in the FUCK does the body know how to deal with it? Especially if we have loaded that wound with antiseptics and antibiotics and shit like that?
I know some people are prolly already leaning towards medicine/modern medicine, and are thinking about all of the lives that have been saved by antibiotics. And to that I would say…”Hey…yer preaching to the choir brother/sister”…they have saved my life a time or two. But…how long is that good for? I mean, not me personally, since I am utterly fucking hopeless/completely worthless…but as a species? As a planet? Do we really ALWAYS need antibiotics? I dunno the answer either. But, to me, it explains things like MRSA a bit.
Q: It is possible, that bacteria would be attracted to a certain area/wound, in order to assist?
A: ...
Lotta…separation types of thinking to think about there. Especially within the context of evolution, whether that be a compeletly automated process, intelligently designed/controlled, or both.
Sounds…familiar.
I’m gonna distance myself from this, all the way down to the next paragraph.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
This “sidewall cooling” bit here may seem a bit out of order, but not really. If we are only looking at the energetic portion of an event, and not the anti-energetic portions of these events? Yeah…we’re prolly missing some shit. And by that I mean…what about all of those Electrons swirling around driving those Protons? What if they themselves are not behaving the way that you think they are? Anyone monitoring that shit?
I’m thinking pulses here, and how that directly relates to “the event”…but what I’ve been thinking about more and more is that some if not most of these electrons eventually aren’t moving at all. They are simply reconfiguring themselves in a single space, to accommodate a pull, rather than pushing. If you think in terms of a strobe-like effect, that is pulsing?
Yeah…thinking about it now, maybe more of a “plasma type-of phasing” that is working to prohibit, rather than facilitate. Maybe “accommodate” is a better way to think of this, since we are learning afterall. I’m trying to accommodate the heat AND the cold, as well as the motion and the time and times that are already nested in time and times. They are just…different sets of time and times that are operating at the same time. Almost like the disruption that happens just prior to a wing “going supersonic.” Not only as if to say “should we do this” or “are you sure you wanna do this”…but also a “can we do this.” That at some point, a particle/atom of Lithium can exceed the speed of light, if and when that becomes necessary.
Lotta green in that “Steve” whatever.
Just sayin'.
^SoogoWonk – Pink Missiles^
My blood-type has been tested and the results were AB-. But a few times, it has been tested as inconclusive, and sometimes AB+-ish. So thinking about my ugly scraggy-assed body in this big-assed Universe of ours…what would make someone’s blood type…waffle?
Say…if a certain someone may have a bunch of fiberglass embedded in their body, and the conductive nature of this material, and as these factors relate to the spin and spins of our environment(s)/Universe…ya think that might make someone with a rare blood-type like mine…erm…flakey?
I dunno. Prolly impossible. Prolly just my Bipolar Disorder acting up and giving me delusions of grandeur. And that shit is all localized and my environment has no effect on it.
Where was I?
WOMEN!!! Women are awesome.
Um…yeah…Morgellon’s. If I have a scar with some shiznit in there that could not be removed, what is my body supposed to do with it?
Welp, if we take a leap of faith here, and consider the possibility that this walking/talking learning machine that we occupy can get smart/clever all on it’s own, we might have a chance to investigate some channels that others might personify as “a bit off the beaten path.” Not like someone has already walked that “beaten path”…I mean…they have an injury for Chrissakes.
The body ALWAYS knows what to do? Yeah, me either. Meaning…I don’t know. But I know that I’ve had enough ingrown toenails and fingernails to know that cutting the fingernails can sometimes be a risky proposition. Not that I am suggesting that we not attend to our nails, but attending to them/being mindful of them is not inclusive ONLY of cutting them/making sure they are pretty. Swelling sometimes made those ingrown fingernails/toenails bearable and fixable. Cept for the time I had to get a nail cut-off in the doctor’s office. <BLECH!!!>
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
Q: Why would someone “crave” sugar?
A: Because they do.
If, according to science, the body seems to prefer lactose to glucose, why would we crave sugar? I mean, this shit causes Diabetes. Why would our body not be producing lactic acid? Lack of exercise? Lack of motion? “Chained” to a desk? If we think about those two substances as channels for communication, then include fat(s) and oil(s) and how those relate to the body?
Yeah…we wash a lot of that shit away…daily. So maybe there is a need to communicate? That communications are being slowed or disrupted? Maybe even stoppages? Like legs and feet going to sleep? I mean, thinking about sticky platelets in proximity to rubber-containing or synthetic rubber or polymer containing socks, pants, hose, shoes and shit like that? Who says that there is not some sort of attraction there with respect to someone shifting in their seat all day?
Almost as if the body is sensing an injury that is happening, but the internal messages are being disrupted due to other similar energies/materials in proximity to these messages. Maybe even…conflicting messages? Maybe to the point of cessation? Meaning, a material within the body starts to get signals that it is needed, then the warning is called off/postponed, but THEN…these same materials start to get messages via alternate pathways. Almost as if some backup system has kicked in to verify what the FUCK is going on. Or…not going on…as it were.
All of this not doing anything sure as shit is taking up a lot of time and resources for not much getting done. We better check this shit out.
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^
I watched this movie called Looper sometime back, and it was really interesting, but it also freaked me the fuck out. Mainly because, it contained a lot of elements that I have pondered with respect to time-travel. Loops and Knots being the biggies. But not ever really knowing what those were, I keep my mind in the present, and they don’t seem quite as scary.
At least, not until you think about inventing some time machine, and at the moment of it’s creation, everyone and everything that would ever use that machine and its pathways pouring the fuck out of it all that that same time. Kinda gets…erm…gloopy and globby with all kinds of globules and stuff. Which…thinking of globules and meteorites with respect to that sky snot that is sometimes spotted in proximity to these events.
Been thinking about that transitional nature of things and the facilitators of these events/actions. Unburned jet fuel…for one. If the atmosphere contains a bunch of unburned jetfuel that is floating around up there, that gets turned into this gel shit that then falls to the earth and evaporates…um…is it me…or does it sound like something doesn’t know where to go?
If we think about satellites and the propellants that they use, and think about “crazy unpredictable weather” with respect to shit that has nowhere to go…do we…
A) Freak Out,
or
B) Freak Out,
or
C) Freak the FUCK OUT!!!
I dunno either. Just…thinking out loud. This is pretty basic stuff since we got all modernized and such.
Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.
^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here [Official Music Video]^
Yeah…this is the crazy kind of shit that I try not to think about when trying to think about how to make someone happy as best I can.
And yes…”me” is on that list of “People To Make Happy.”
I must have mental problems or some sort of personality trait defect.
News came through yesterday that Harleyrider, long-time commentator in the Blue Universe and fearsome fighting opponent of Tobacco Control has died. I’d shambled Harley at the LoL before… I’m sure wherever he is now, he still fighting for us smokers…
*Ha! Dawned on me too, Clicky… Tobacco Control are in SO much fucking trouble now…*
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Looks like New Orleans may be out. 
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