Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
… Inspired, no doubt, but a rare pink rainbow that appeared over Bristol a few days earlier. In the post (as above) and in comments (so below), the 1939 cinematic version of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and synchroncity is discussed by the MeroVEEPs…
*Oh fucking hell, yeah! Good spot, Clicky!*
Dark Side of the Rainbow – also known as Dark Side of Oz or The Wizard of Floyd – refers to the pairing of the 1973 Pink Floyd album The Dark Side of the Moon with the visual portion of the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz.
This produces moments where the film and the album appear to correspond with each other. The title of the music video mashup-like experience comes from a combination of the album title, the album cover, and the film’s song “Over the Rainbow.” Band members and others involved in the making of the album state that any relationship between the two works of art is merely a coincidence.
health (n.) Old English hælþ“wholeness, a being whole, sound or well,” from Proto-Germanic *hailitho, from PIE *kailo- “whole, uninjured, of good omen” (source also of Old English hal “hale, whole;” Old Norse heill “healthy;” Old English halig, Old Norse helge “holy, sacred;” Old English hælan “to heal”). With Proto-Germanic abstract noun suffix *-itho (see -th (2)). Of physical health in Middle English, but also “prosperity, happiness, welfare; preservation, safety.” An abstract noun to whole, not to heal. Meaning “a salutation” (in a toast, etc.) wishing one welfare or prosperity is from 1590s. Health food is from 1848.
Today Blue Frank has posted about the word ‘health’ and how it is a meaningless word… Or how it has become wholly meaningless with zealous overuse…
*Ah ha… In the Pink… Blimey, you’re on a bit of a roll today, Clicky…*
The general usage of this phrase has altered somewhat since it first entered the language. We now usually see it with the specific meaning of ‘the pink of condition’, that is, in the best possible health. It is tempting but, as it turns out, misguided, to assume an association between ‘the pink of condition’ and the healthily glowing pink cheeks of new-born babies or energetic sportsmen/sportswomen and the like.
*The doctors at the W.H.O. don’t want anyone to die, Clicky… A deeply flawed utopian quest… /deep sigh… They’ll kill us all…*
*Clicky, that’s in Italian… /thinks… Oh, yeah…*
Last night, my favourite Welshman of Italian extraction posted about the other arse cheek of the Healthist religion…
…The Greenies whose sole/soul/arsehole concern is the health of the planet and sod the rest of us…
Baʿal is well-attested in surviving inscriptions and was popular in theophoric names throughout the Levant but he is usually mentioned along with other gods, “his own field of action being seldom defined”. Nonetheless, Ugaritic records show him as a weather god, with particular power over lightning, wind, rain, and fertility.
Baal (/ˈbeɪl/BAYL; sometimes spelled Bael, Baël (French), Baell) is in 17th century goetic occult writings as one of the seven princes of Hell. The name is drawn from the Canaanite deity Baal mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as the primary god of the Phoenicians.
In this unholy hierarchy, Baal (usually spelt “Bael” in this context; there is a possibility that the two figures aren’t connected) was ranked as the first and principal king in Hell, ruling over the East. According to some authors Baal is a Duke, with sixty-six legions of demons under his command.
During the English Puritan period Baal was either compared to Satan or considered his main assistant. According to Francis Barrett he has the power to make those who invoke him invisible, and to some other demonologists his power is stronger in October. According to some sources, he can make people wise, and speaks hoarsely.
While his Semitic predecessor was depicted as a man or a bull, the demon Baal was in grimoire tradition said to appear in the forms of a man, cat, toad, or combinations thereof. An illustration in Collin de Plancy’s 1818 book Dictionnaire Infernal placed the heads of the three creatures onto a set of spider legs.
I’ve been having a very busy week at work, Dear Reader, and tomorrow promises to be extremely hectic…
*/puts fingers in ears… Yes, thank you for setting the alarm, Clicky! I know I’ve gotta get up extra early… Important visitors arriving at Stupid Hour…*
Cade had very kindly furnished us with a fabulous missive. So no funny business…
*/squints at smirking dolphin assistant…*
… I’ll just let you get on and read it for yourself. I’ve gotta go to bed. Enjoy! ❤
*And Clicky… /lifts head… Don’t forget the Song for the end… /sinks into sleep…*
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Good Morning!
Tis 09:07 on Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and I sitting here knocking the sleep/eye boogers out of my eyes in more of a haze than usual. Why…you might ask? I laid down for a few minutes around 8-ish last night because I wasn’t feeling well…and I just woke up. I JUST SLEPT FOR 13 FUCKING HOURS!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
^Cocteau Twins — Blue Bell Knoll^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Uptown- I’m Losing You (12″ VOCAL)^
Lemme give a quick opinion on why I fucking HATE this bullshit, this going on and around about this “Siren’s Song” bullshit.
Q: Are we talking about real people?
A: ???
I don’t give a fuck if they are alive or dead. They were alive at some point, so to me, they will always be alive. That’s just my opinion tho.
However…when it becomes open season on “the dead?”
Yeah…the living are in deep shit.
That’s what occurs to me anyway.
Q: To what end? Where does it end?
A: ... --- ...
And I mean…for you…where does it end?
You can chase the rabbit and/or rabbithole as deep and as long as you so choose.
But the only thing, that you will find, at the end, is you.
Well…your original object of interest will be there too…or will she?
Now…turn around.
What is in that path you’ve hewn?
Destruction, chaos and tears?
Or has it somehow morphed into something else?
Because if it was destruction, chaos and tears as you passed through it the first time, why would it EVER…change?
A: It won't.
You’ve only augmented it.
May wanna build plenty of milestones into this path you now walk.
May wanna think about that for a bit as to what you want your legacy to be, as it applies to an existing legacy that is still in progress, nested within a legacy in progress.
Liz does have a daughter.
<grrrrrrrrr>
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these people have?
A: ∞... --- ...
Q: I wonder how many family, friends and acquaintances these family, friends and acquaintances have?
A: ... --- ...∞
Q: Does any of that matter?
A: ∞... --- ...∞
^Cocteau Twins – Donimo^
Yes…I realize that I am no different by writing about this here. I’m willing to accept that responsibility and accountability irrespective as to any outside opinions and musings as to the level of my culpability. I’ll put it at 100% for you to save you some time and trouble.
But I have song lists that are rife with Cocteau Twins songs…
You are following threads that are already connected.
And if they AREN’T connected, and you connect them…
Q: Who disconnected those “loose ends” that you are now reconnecting?
A: ...
You may not, but I have some ideas as to who disconnected them.
But maybe…just maybe…your “Siren’s Song” analogy…might start to make some sense as to my thinking who is responsible for tending the thread and threads.
Gonna be some multi-threading there.
Just sayin’.
^Cocteau Twins Alice HD^
Bottom line is, don’t tell a story that does not want to be told.
You feel it needs telling?
Fair enough.
Just remember that the telling of the story is a process.
Prolly why that dude over at Horselover Phat’s Subliminal-Synchro-Sphere keeps freaking the fuck out and deleting his blog.
This is some scary shit.
I’ve committed myself to going the distance.
All the way.
That is applicable, to, and for, me, and only me.
^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Alice | Pogo^
SO!!! Let’s get back to something less scary. Like say…particle accelerators and/or energy generators that continue running, even when they are turned off.
Q: DUDE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?
A: Since when is fucking not serious?
But yes…I am serious. All a particle accelerator is…is a dam that works differently visually. Not even taking into account, the normal atrophy and decay the permeates our environment, I’m calculating that these machines themselves both accelerate and decelerate these natural processes in ways that cannot be accounted for because we’ve never encountered them. That’s not to say that they’ve not been encountered in The Universe before, nor even that they’ve not been encountered on this very planet before. Just…situations that we’ve not encountered before.
There is nothing new. It’s just new to you.
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
My father used to fly model airplanes. U-Control or Control Line…they are called…this particular flavor of model planes that he flew.
Yep…they are “regular” combustion engines, but they only have a single cylinder/piston. These engines are very similar to the engines primarily used in small general aviation aircraft in that they use dual glow plugs. Just don’t use magnetos, and only have one cylinder…but I digress.
And yep, when you first start these engines, they can sometimes run backwards. The size and weight of the propeller can affect this, based on the compression of the engine – is the engine already warm or is it cold, and did the prop’s initial spin have enough inertia to continue it forward past full compression at top dead centre? If it doesn’t…that inertia will push the prop in the opposite direction, and sometimes the engine will fire backwards.
Yep…the rules sometimes change, even when they stay the same.
^front 242, rerun time^
When you start to cover your bases, you’ve done little more than create an addition level of failure at the original point and points of failure. It doesn’t matter whether or not your lightning rod is designed to attract or repel, the state still exists that started attracting lightning in the first place. An aerial tower or high-rise building…for example.
Am I suggesting that every single new technology and/or device has already been created at some point on this planet? No. There was only one Steve Jobs, therefore there has only ever been one iPhone. Or seven. Or whatever in the fuck iteration they are currently up to.
Q: What are you up to?
A: ?¿?
That ought to bring us to tobacco control quite nicely.
CFrank Davis has a nifty little bit on the differences in garden tending techniques and methods employed on the same garden by two different tenders. It’s a mind-bendingly beautiful story in both instances. One tender cuts, one tender does not.
Lots to think about there.
<ba da ching>
^Nitzer Ebb – Hold On^
Hey…you fucks wanna cut down “the rain forest”? Knock your fucking selves out. Just don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about visiting the hole it creates. Of course, you’ll all be tripping balls on synthetic Ayahuasca, talking about the good ol’ days of “REAL” Ayahuasca trips to the rain forest to take Ayahuasca trips with the shamen and holy-men, who used to be around to provide that service prior to the forest being decimated.
SAY! Did you know that the shaman who led me on my first Ayahuasca trip now works at that newest McDonald’s we just built down there?
We’ve gotten kinda down on ourselves in “The Western World”, eh?
Q: I wonder how bad the rebound will be when we start telling ourselves that we can do better/we can do it better?
A: ¿?¿
^Engine fail crash landing Super Bingo – cockpit view!^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^
So yeah…our engine on our model airplane is now running backwards.
Q: How do we stop it?
A: !!!!????!!!!
Welp…how did the little boy stop the leaking dyke in that one story?
Yep…stick your finger in there. These things usually have no throttle that you can actuate to cause the engine to starve, will run as long as there is fuel to run them, and if you use some metal or hardened something to try and stop the engine, you are going to likely dent, ding, chip or even possibly break your propeller.
All of those situations are about equal in that we don’t fly an aircraft with a mauled or marked propeller, because once that propeller is under full load and/or the dynamic stresses encountered in flight…it’s prolly gonna fail completely. Yeah…as in “turn into matchsticks at speed, post haste, in-flight. Hence, many times my dad would use the same finger to stop this running engine, that he had just used to try and start it. It resulted in some NASTY-assed cuts sometimes.
The best course, in the case of starting these engines, is to put just enough fuel for the engine to fire/start, but leave the fuel line disconnected. Once the engine fires in the correct direction, quickly connect the fuel line. However, this is also not without peril. The engine and fuel line placement/aircraft design must be as such that you can connect/disconnect the fuel line AT THE ENGINE END.
Or, you can disconnect at the tank end (if you have built the aircraft to accommodate this feature, assuming that you have a hidden tank or exposed tank…where are the leads, etc.), but you must now have a long enough fuel line, and you typically need an assistant to help with this operation (not many people willing to volunteer to put their digits near an engine that is swinging 8-14 inches of a wood or plastic propeller at several thousand RPMs) which means that you will always require an assistant with this particular plane because of it’s design features.
But yeah…thinking about it now…there are all kinds of ways to eventually overcome things you may not have thought about originally.
Afterall, what was the original intent?
Prolly a simple one.
To fly.
^TAKE ME WITH YOU – Elizabeth FRASER^
Q: How can you tell if an engine is running backwards?
A: Experience?
Welp, in this case, sound is a biggie that is confirmed by sight. Some aircraft can fly backwards. But only if they are designed to do so. If you are unsure, set the needle on the engine, turn the airplane loose, and see which way it goes. Just keep in mind that if the engine ISrunning backwards when you turn it loose? That airplane’s behavior is about to get all kinds of interesting real fucking quick. Make sure you have a video camera handy to record so that we can watch the hijinks too.
SAY!!! That reminds me.
Did you know that most aerobatic aircraft are designed to have an aft center of gravity? This makes them unstable. This makes them more adept to aerobatics and aerobatic maneuvers.
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If someone employed you, to tell their story, then fair enough.
But if not…keep in mind the story of the filmmaker John Hughes, and what he may have thought of those who tried to reach out to him, by telling their story about his stories, and what they meant to them.
I watched this documentary…and I got the feeling that he just wanted to be left alone.
^Don’t You Forget About Me – Official Teaser – John Hughes Documentary^
To say that musicians and/or artists have nested and embedded meaning(s) in their work is akin to saying that water is wet. No shit Sherlock…it’s what we do. But a question about that wet water just mentioned…
Q: Pool or ocean? Or lake? Or river? Or tub? Or shower? Do you want some company in there?
A: ???
Hey…it never hurts to ask. Maybe you needed a good back scrubbing. Maybe you needed someone to scrub your feet for you and clean your toenails. Maybe you need someone to help you onto your floating couch. Maybe you needed someone to accompany you on your journey down-river. I don’t know. Just guessing.
^Nitzer Ebb – Trigger happy^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^
But yeah, musicians nest all kinds of crazy crap in their music, lyrics and artwork(s) that tend to accompany them. We’re trying to find a way to say what you said, better. If I wanted to repeat what you said, exactly as you said it, I’d shove a microphone in your face, sample what you said, and set the loop to ∞. But I don’t need that. That’s the reason I wrote this song in the first place. That loop is already looping in my head. It’s like a piece of granite or marble in my head, that I am trying to mold and shape into something else. Something less painful. A way of saying
“It’s OK, and if it’s not OK now, it will be soon.”
A way of saying…
“Yeah…that hurt. But look at what I was able to do with that hurt.”
I’m not apologizing FOR you…I’m apologizing TO you. Whatever my role, I’m sorry for my part. But that is my part, and it’s the only part that I have. The rest is up to you, and I really don’t give a flying fuck what you do with it from there. I did the best I could, with what I had to work with, if you don’t like it…
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!
^Fever Ray ‘Keep The Streets Empty For Me’^
Am I suggesting that some of these machines may not be running in the direction(s) they should be running and/or as designed to run?
Yes. Very much so. At many different times, in many different phases of operation. Startup to shutdown, and from inception to completion, in all phases, at all times, for a very long time. I don’t see this as a stretch at all. You only need to look at virtually any and every human endeavor over the last 8,000-10,000 years or so to see the remnants of those efforts.
Look into our water-tables, and you will find lint from clothing or all types from all places due to the manufacturing and upkeep of the garment industries. I wonder how long that shit is gonna be around? Maybe we should ask the fish and sealife/aquatic life that are knitting sweaters out of this shit.
^Fever Ray ‘When I Grow Up’^
I was under the impression that many of these projects were meant to offer some unlimited sources for those of us here, and those to come, via those that have been. Doesn’t work real well when you are constantly excluding those same people, just so that you can include them via your own methods and means, that better suit your own set of methods and means. You are gonna die someday. And maybe that’s yet another reason for death.
If you live long enough, you’re eventually gonna want it all. Not that you don’t want it all already. But if your wants and desires to have it all are based on the need to better distribute things as you personally see fit…how are you going to do that with “all” if you can’t even do that with “some”?
Plus…at some point, you are prolly gonna bump into the motherfucker that has already walked that path, and they prolly ain’t gonna be too happy to see you fucking with their shit. Or, maybe they were just being clever about how to arrange a face to face meeting since you’ve ignored their previous requests.
^The Knife – You Make Me Like Charity (Crywolf Remix)^
I’m inserting this particular song here in the event you want to listen to it.
I hope you don’t mind.
^Cocteau Twins – Grail Overfloweth^
YEAH!! I’M SAYING THAT YOUR EXCLUSIVE BULLSHIT OFFERS ME NOTHING!!!
Thanks.
So glad you could get there first.
Maybe it works out best for us both that way.
Thanks for nothing.
Tis' now...11:53.
I have to go search for an electrical extension cord.
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant, e – the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137 and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see 😉
*That’s right, Clicky, he’s postponed setting off until he’s feeling better… *
…Luckily for us, he’s sent through another missive, although he does seem somewhat tetchy…
*What? No, of course I’m not happy about him leaving home to walk fuck knows where with a backpack full of tortillas. But what can I do?*
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This, whatever this is that is about to unfold, is gonna be a little different today.
Today, where and when I am, it is Tuesday June 27th of 2017.
How the fuck are ya?
^Greatest Vocal Trance Of All Time 1 of 3 God’s Compilation^
Let’s start at Merovee, CFrank Davis’ “normal” blog, RooBeeDoo’s LoL, via Twitter, and Leg Iron’s UBU blog.
Meh…let’s skip all those unimportant assholes…they aren’t paying my bills, nor do they help me in any way, shape, or form.
So … Merovee … … … a post entitled “Family” … a comment by a certain RooBeeDoo2 … a link to a tweet … a picture of two independent sets of some nice legs that are in distress (and in some nice dresses…ba da ching)…
a back in distress (in back…ba da ching)…
a warping clock that could be a metaphor for all kinds of time distortions.
(ba da ching = averted/omitted)
Corbyn preaching at Glastonbury said we should build bridges not walls. He failed to mention we now have to build w… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…— Annie O'Fence (@gimblemusk) June 24, 2017
Did I mention that these nice legs that are in distress are attached to people? Yeah. So is the back in back that is in distress that appears to be pushing a dolly/hand-truck. But I don’t want to assume the dude’s gender if he is actually a girl…so I’m avoiding thinking about whether or not those legs are nice or not. I bet those legs are pretty nice to them tho…so…yeah.
So…to see if that dude is actually pushing a dolly/hand-truck…I zoomed in on her, to see if I could figure out what kind of voter registration card he might be carrying in her wallet.
I mean hell, those two girls walking with their legs all twisted are WAY too fucking hot for me. Plus, they carry GIANT fucking handbags, so obviously…they are materialistic sluts who fuck for money/only dig rich dudes. They prolly only work at normal jobs for tax reasons. But I digress.
Yeah…that zoom function on MSPaint really didn’t help me out much. It went from looking like someone pushing a dolly, to someone who is grappling with a pixelated gateway to hell, that is full of fiery evil souls that are trying to escape into the earthly realms to wreak havoc and destruction on unsuspecting humans.
Good thing this poor fucker has intervened for us, eh?
Anyway…yeah…the zoom doesn’t tell me much…but there do appear to be some wheels … so … we’ll assume this dolly’s gender and intentions, and yeah…back problems just looking for a place to way to happen. I don’t know what that yellow thing that he/she/it is headed for, but those hell demons better hope that isn’t a mopping bucket full of water. Prolly wouldn’t be holy water, but…maybe that’s what the demons are needing…unholy water created from some poor fuck tasked with the unenviable task of mopping a goddamn bridge.
Now…I wonder what events could transpire, that could necessitate the need for a bridge, of all goddamn things, to be mopped. I can think of a reason. Several reasons. Weird what happens when train wrecks collide. But I digress.
Yeah…obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. Not that there aren’t some fucks sitting back and saying, “it’s win/win” while spinning opportunity and opportunities.
Like seeks like.
That's what just popped into my head.
Calm seeks calm.
Calamity seeks calamity.
Hmmmm....the name "John Walsh" just popped up.
For anyone not residing in the USA, or those too young to know…look up a show called “America’s Most Wanted” and “Adam’s Law” while searching for “John Walsh” for some background.
Anyway…yeah…these girls and their legs. Both right knees, right shins, right feet, right thighs, left hips, left feet, left mid-back… appear to be in some distress. I dunno why they aren’t walking right in the middle of that avenue so that they can avoid having to avoid those obstacles…but these ARE women we are talking about…and we all know…that women…are dumb.
I mean, that one is on a fucking cellphone for chrissakes.
Who walks on a fucking bridge while talking on a cellphone? What if she were to walk over the edge of that bridge and fall into the water because she wasn’t paying attention?!?!?!? Stupid bitch got what she deserved. Now she is gonna die from some skanky disease because of exposure to that nasty-assed water that she could have avoided if she had taken an Uber-Powered auto-driving cab. If only she had an iPhone instead of Android. Stupid bitch is prolly on a fucking outdated Blackberry.
GOD DAMN WOMEN ARE STUPID!!!!
UPGRADE STUPID FEMALE!!!
Q: Why aren’t they stupid enough to date me?
A: COME ON EVOLUTION/DE-EVOLUTION!!! Work thy magic for me!!!!
😉
Yeah…the woman in front has some cool shoes. But so does the woman to the right. But I cringe when thinking about those heels on that bridge. Especially when she has to move over and over again to avoid shit. But what is really on my mind at this point…is…
Q: How in the FUCK does someone obtain a permit to set up shop on a fucking bridge to sell shit?
A: ...
Not that I am opposed to someone plying their wares on a public walkway of any kind…but…they appear to have a monopoly going on there. Must be some sort of protection racket or union that ensures that little man is looked after in protecting their right to a monopoly. Hey! They thought of the idea first. You snooze…you loose.
Anyway…yeah…prolly all kinds of protection and protections happening on that bridge.
WHAT IN THE FUCK DO THOSE ASSHOLES ON BICYCLES THINK THEY ARE DOING IN THE GODDAMN BUS LANE???!!!???!!!???
Don’t those stupid fucks realize that “getting hit by a bus” is the number one reason for untimely death in the protection racket rings and schools of thought?!?!?!?
GOD DAMN PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!!
/initiate evolutionary change check to see if ....ah fuck it...lost cause...
I wonder who makes those walls? Like…manufactures them? I wonder if they are in any unions and/or trade groups, professional associations, etc.?
Q: WHY NOT TAKE THE DAMN THING APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKS?!?!?!?
A: ...
Sorry, but if it’s that important to you, and the damn thing is gonna come down anyway, why not treat it with some of that TLC that you are espousing it needs? I care what happens to it. I’d like to see it some day. I could stand on that bridge and talk to chicks, maybe pick up a few postcards and a T-Shirt or something.
Q: Does the bus stop on the bridge if a passenger needs to board a bus there?
Q: What if they’ve tried to make it to the next bus stop, but physically cannot make it?
Q: I thought you were big on making exceptions?
Wait…maybe I’m confused. We are hanging on to the past, from the present, while building better…right?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Q: How many gallons of paint were used on painting the street lines and signs and whatever on that street?
A: ...
I wonder how much that paint weighs.
Q: How often is painting/repainting required?
A: ...
Q: Do the design(s) and location(s) ever change with respect to what is painted where?
A: ...
Q: What about the chemical makeup of the paint? Does that ever change?
A: ...
Q: What about the old paint that flakes off…where does it go?
A: ...
Q: Is there an accurate audit-trail as to what paints were used where, when, the amounts, the types, chemical makeup and formulations, etc. etc.?
A: ...
Q: Is that information freely and readily available and free to the public which it serves?
A: ...
Yep. Your government. It is what it is. It’s yours afterall.
So much for these “not my <insert name and/or position and/or title here>” types of placards and signs, eh?
Signs...signs...neverywhere...signs.
There is NO…FUCKING…WAY…that real-estate prices in that area are as such that a fucking souvenir shop can pull in the kind of money required to afford land in that area. Oh wait…it’s technically hovering, and not actually on land…like…terra-firma kind of land. Wait…isn’t there all kinds of legal wranglings with respect to bridges and waterways and shit like that?
Welp…who cares. This fucking asshole is flying in restricted airspace without clearance and prolly is not a properly licensed and certified pilot. Hell…the fucker doesn’t even have a goddamn airplane. Prolly breaking some physical laws. LET’S BUST THIS ASSHOLE FOR BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! GET HIM AND/OR HER, THEM…OR…WHATEVER!!!
<Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch.wmv>
Speaking of breaking some physical laws…it would appear that those with super-powers have finally infiltrated professional sports. I mean…that guy punches so fucking fast…you can’t even see it. There ought to be some kind of law. And if there is already some law…the evidence is overwhelming.
BAN HIM!!! (or her) …whatever…just…DO SOMETHING!!! REVENUES MIGHT SUFFER!!!
So…since we are dealing with permanent and permanence…let’s make a course adjustment in the correct direction…
So…you want your shit to fucking always and forever…stay the same…right?
I'd suggest ice.
Yeah…find a big fucking block of ice, and jump the fuck into it.
I ain’t gonna volunteer to watch your dumb ass to make sure nothing changes, but I may drop in occasionally to check on ya. Maybe see if you’ve changed your mind. But no chance of that, eh? You wanted static and unchanging…and you got it…so…yeah…no changes to be had.
Let’s imagine that you have a kid.
You encourage this kid to become a doctor.
You, are less financially viable than you would like, and want better for you kid, hence…you encourage along the medical path.
Nothing wrong with that ❤
However…your kid is going to inherit a fucking nightmare.
20 years from now, this kid of yours is going to be forced into a corner, where they are required to provide answers for something that they had absolutely nothing to do with.
They had no idea that this kind of shit was going on 20 years ago.
“Fuckin’ A mom…I was only 10 years old at the time…I was playing Minecraft with friends and reading comic books about aliens from outer-space.”
I wasn’t researching hidden research that was protected by proprietary and/or corporate law(s).
No one else knew what they were doing.
Hell…even they weren’t sure what in the fuck they were doing.
They had no idea as to the long-term effects of these experimental technologies.
Q: You sure your child is up to the challenge?
A: ...
Q: Are you?
A: ...
I’m betting that you are.
I’m with ya.
I’m cheering you on.
Not so sure about some of the tinkering that is going to require your child to walk that path, which is going to require you to walk it with them…but that remains to be seen, eh?
I have faith…that if your child and you indeed have to walk that path…that there is a reason and reasons…reason and reasons that you have been chosen to walk it…that there is hope.
Yeah…I kinda went off at CFrank Davis’ blog the other day. And I realize that much of what Frank says is kinda tongue-in-cheek stuff that is sometimes written with the intent of getting a reaction. I see nothing wrong with that, but yeah…all kinds of shit wrong with that. Primarily, the thought of using the same modes and methods to oppose something that is using modes and methods that is generating opposition.
I understand that kind of thinking tho. I’m not fond of thinking that way, but then again I’m a lazy fuck who doesn’t like thinking at all. Too much work. Too much hassle. Let the Pros and prose handle this. Wait…prose is me. I’m all plain and stupid…uneducated and uncertified. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah....raising an army to fight an army.
Pro-Tip: I’d watch the groin and shins if I were you. Nothing like an expected leggy to defeat a well armed army.
Yeah…Frank imbeds some interesting thoughts in his writings when he isn’t being a frothed mouth lunatic about anti-smoking. Lots off cool stuff to ponder and think about. Even if it’s just for fun. But then again…why isn’t figuring shit out fun? I think it’s fun. Not an opinion shared by very many…but…yeah or whatever.
<Haysi Fantayzee – John Wayne is big Leggy 1982>
That’s all I have for now.
Hope all of that bullshit makes sense, and that you are in no way as confused as I am.
I mean…yeah…sometimes I may “lead-on” that I am a shade more confused than I actually am…but I have my reasons for that.
I am not looking for answers for me.
I am looking for that which I can pass on.
Anything for me, and me alone, outside of the joy of the ride itself, does me no good.
Sometimes, there’s lots of data to ponder in such cases…sometimes, not so much.
I gots no answers.
Q: Is my “looking” not good enough?
A: I dunno either /me shrugs
I do work for you afterall.
/shrug
It’s much more difficult to parse a person and their life than some might think.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to help when and where I can.
∞/shrug\∞
So finally…to Leg Iron’s Underdog Bites Upwards blog. I’ve had the pleasure of the opportunity to speak with someone directly this week via Twitter, and I gotta give a shout-out to her writing.
I had no idea that other people ever wrote articles at UBU, but I’ve no idea why I would know…so…yeah. She pointed me in the direction of some of her writing, and it’s pretty damn good. I liked it anyway. “Very observant and relatable” is how I would describe it. A state of being that is shared. Almost that “voice speaking to the wind as if no one is listening” type of writing, that I personally enjoy. A story to be told. Doesn’t matter if that story “should be told” or “needs to be told”…it’s beyond that kind of nonsense…it is being told…and that’s all that matters.
Lot’s of people I’ve stumbled across in my travels who are like this.
It’s a pleasure and joy to have been afforded the opportunity/opportunities.
Just remember, I’m gonna piss you off at some point, and we’ll prolly get along just fine.
Or something.
Anyway…we appear to have a common interest in travel, music, writing, nail polish, and some Scottish dude.
Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…
*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*
Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤
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Hmmmmm......interesting.
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^
So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.
Rapport
Most
Engaged
Synchrony
Pronounced
Empathy
Group
Individual
Enhanced
Charm
Charming
Discern
True
Authentic
Phony
Clearly
Neural Entrainment
Attention
In-Synch
Common
Stimulus
Shared Attention
Dynamic
Group Learning
Uniform
Entrainment
Neural Marked
Issue
Engaged
Reality
Online
Offline
Attention Sucking
Observe
Toxic People
Sucking Draining
Force
Force Attention
Lawyer
Police
Energy Body
Distractible
Thought
Food
Nourishment
Feeding
Junk Food
Better Food
Diet
Better Material
Better
Pay
But
That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.
BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.
😉
OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.
❤
^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.
^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^
Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.
EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.
EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.
^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^
The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.
EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?
Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”
^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^
Anything going on in the world?
What about your world? Anything going on there?
Same shit?
Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^
I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.
That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.
But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.
Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.
^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^
It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?
Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.
Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?
Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?
A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"
Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.
Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.
And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.
^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^
Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?
The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.
^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^
I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.
And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.
^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^
Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.
BUT!
Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…
Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?
A: FILTERS!!!
Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.
But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^
My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.
Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”
Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.
A: ???
I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?
^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^
I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why? Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers. Lieutenant Gorman: So? Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system? Burke:[interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right. Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what? Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos. Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.
Now…for the hard part.
Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.
^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^
My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.
Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.
It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.
It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?
A: The Need Unmet.
I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.
But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.
Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?
That was the last line of a new post put up by Hugo at The Probe yesterday. A few days before that, TNT put up a post at The Lab, that had some focus on ‘Cooper’. And in between, RedFrank’s MEROVEEpost featured…
So last night, there was an almighty fuck up at the Oscars, w(h)ere the wrong picture was announced winner of the Best Film statuette. ‘La La Land’ were given it, but it was meant for ‘Moonlight’…
Also last night, The Underdog posted about his battle with an intractable pelmet…
*Her palms don’t look fucking small to me, Clicky…*
Cade also sent me a missive last night, which the LoL presents for you, below. Can fewer words have more weight? You decide, Dear Reader… Catch you at the bottom…
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Grabity has gone somewherz elses that is not here.
Q: I wonder where here will go now that grabity si gone?
A: ?¿?
Prolly somewherez elses. But that’s just a guess.
An uneducated guess…of course.
FYI
I guess that I’m wondering about temperature and temperatures. I’ve long held that friction is what makes The Universe go. Yes…in more ways than one. But cha gotta give a little to get a little. Or…you can give a little…then just…chill.
OH! And sorry to start off so rapidly and verbosely today.
I had an idea about temperature(s) with respect to matter(s) and energy/energies, and I don’t wanna forget it like I tend to forget about most shit that I think about. At least until I remember them. And some people are hung up on “pertinence”…so…let’s see if “temperature” is pertinent.
^Hybrid – Dogstar^
So…good day to you citizen(s).
How is the weather where you be is at?
What is the temperature where you is be at?
T-EMP-ER-AT-UR-E
I think I spelled almost all of most of some of that correctly.
Temperature.
< 98.6°F <> 98.6°F >< 98.6°F >> 98.6°F <
^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Official Video)^
Q: R U HOT?
A: I YAM. (not)
I mean…I wish I was hot. But I am not. So let’s continue to think in the vein and veins and realm and realms of temperature and temperatures. But in order to do so, we must be complete-ish in our thoughts and thinking. So…let’s just cut right to the chase and think…”birth to death.”
So yeah…engineering and design.
We’ll develop the idea(s) from there.
^Imagine Dragons – Radioactive^
So irrespective of whether you’ve read any of my previous bullshit, I’ll go ahead and repeat myself here about some thoughts that I have had with respect to things like brake pads, and the materials that they are made from. Afterall, these things are built to fail. That’s how they work. They are designed to wear out and wear off. Remove “the old ones” when they are no longer effective, and slap some new ones on…good as new. However, the primary question that I have posed is…
Q: Where does that shit that wears off…go?
A: ¿?¿
Yep. That may be a good plan for a while, but how long is that while when we are traversing uncharted territories?
And more than that, what about when those uncharted territories become charted? Common…even.
Accepted?
Acceptable?
Are we keeping track of unacceptable when sailing the seas of the acceptable?
Afterall, these devices are made of and from materials whose primary purpose is to regulate and/or control and/or divert or reduce heat. Asbestos, carbon-fiber, ceramic(s)…all kinds of crazy whacked out shit, that some are trying to make more and more versatile and/or efficient.
So…when going from “particulate” to “particulate” over time, how well are we tracking this shit?
So I guess I need to bring up anti-freeze, windshield washer fluid, aircraft de-icing fluid(s) and shit like that since we are talking about temperature(s) and shit like that. Because some temperatures are hot, and some are cold. But first, let’s think about body temperature and the regulating of body temperatures with respect to….Asbestos. So…think “Mesothelioma”…since it’s a type of lung cancer that is caused by asbestos.
Q: Can lung tissue(s) properly regulate temperature when and where Asbestos or any other temperature resistant and/or temperature regulating particulate matter/material(s) exist?
A: !!!
Yeah…I’ll simplify that.
Q: Can your body properly regulate temperature when you have temperature regulating shit that isn’t supposed to be there…exists?
A: Yeah…at the cellular level, up and down. Meaning both size AND temperature.
I dunno. Seems to me maybe that…if a microscopic sliver of Asbestos exists in your lung or any other tissues, the cells might just have difficulty figuring out how to accurately perform cell division and or normal cell function.
Q: Ready to talk about Strontium now? Spall…even?
A: …
That’s what I thought.
Me either.
Let’s do it anyway.
^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^
So in order to think about what I am thinking about with respect to Strontium and Spall in and around nuclear detonation(s) and/or nuclear reactions of the…erm…”acute variety”…since Strontium in these cases tends to head straight to the bone and stop…think about crystals and crystalline structures, salts, fats/oils…and…friction. Specifically…friction welding. Keep X-Rays and Gamma Rays on the brain while watching the following on friction welding…if you so choose to watch it.
^Ultimate car brake test video (Explosion!)^
Oh…I’m sorry. That was those crazy Finnish idiots over at Beyond The Press finding shit to tear up during the long boring winter.
“Nevermind the mosquitoes…”
Anyway…erm…here’s a video on friction welding if you are interested.
Oh, and I love the comment on the preceding video after the brake rotor/disk flies apart…
^Hypnotic Video Inside ¦¦ Welding movement ¦¦ Friction welding^
So why would Strontium “weld” itself to bone upon entering the human body?
Welp, ain’t there Calcium and Phosphorus and Nitrogen and Oxygen and shit like that in them there bones?
Ain’t there like Iron and shit like that in the blood/body? I mean, the body is under a lot of pressure and pressures right?
What about when a combination of Gamma and X-Rays blast through the body preceding the arrival of said Strontium?
Don’t we need to also think about Microwaves and radar and conductive materials and convection and temperature regulation(s) on all kinds of scales?
Especially depending on the origin and origins of “the nuclear fuel(s)” being used?
Especially when thinking about things like Cobalt and Steel?
I dunno. I’m a dumbass. Just…brainstorming.
^Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know? (Official Video)^
Thinking about spins and spalls, I just wonder how many times a particle may change direction, directions and spin(s) when in a “detectable” motion, and what about after that particle and or particles are no longer detectable by “detector A” and/or “detection method A”? Because now we are talking about “radiation”…which means a different type of spin and spins, that…within the human body…has just gotten even MORE dynamic due to the spins and flows and motion(s) within the human body and its materials/membranes. So thinking about THAT…
Q: How well does the body regulate its temperature with radioactive materials inside of it?
A: “Hotspots?” … “Coldspots?” … “Isolated Spots…where the temperature can no longer be regulated properly?”
So…mutation.
So…DNA.
So…let’s talk about Teflon in the bloodstream.
^MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS – THRIFT SHOP FEAT. WANZ (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
Actually, I’m not gonna talk about Teflon. If you wanna look it up yourself…feel free. Look up lead cookware while you are at it. It appears that some of our ancestors used that shit to no ill effect. I mean yeah…they’re all dead…but we don’t know what killed them all. We can’t assume the lead cookware killed all of them.
^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^
I dunno. Maybe there are people everywhere that are already aware of and/or thinking about shit like this. But I do know this. I shouldn’t have to wait until I or someone else gets sick to find out that someone else was already aware of this shit. I mean…how much do you really need to know about weapons and weaponizing to know that it ain’t no fucking good.
I gots no answers. Only a few things that get me by when thinking about shit like this.
Time and times.
A purpose to every one.
^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^
I guess I just never really see the body as something that is ever not in motion.
Rest? Sure.
Work? Sure.
But we are here…and we seem to be alive…and until that changes, I don’t see a need to panic or freak the fuck out.
Am I pissed? Sure.
I’m I hurting. Yep.
Do I care? I think so.
But some decisions, I don’t get to make do I?
Learning is always scary…always.
Because you cannot unlearn something that you have learned.
Yep. You can change it.
Augment it.
Rearrange it.
But that “something” that you originally learned will always be there.
Feel free to add all sorts of analogies there as to fading and dusty and whatever floats your boat. Knowledge sure scares the shit out of me. Especially that shit that I”m not sure what to do with. Most of the time, I keep it to myself and marvel at it from as pure of a “discovery” type of light as I can. But…there is always a pulse to that whatever it is. A reason as to why I needed to know that whatever. Even if that reason is simply…inspiration.
Q: I wonder how much “information” and/or “knowledge” weighs?
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As it happened, Dear Reader, I spent quite a bit of time this afternoon pondering a devastatingly good blog post by Anna Raccoon…
With first Brexit, and now Trump, I have the sense that a spirit of revolt is spreading across the West. I’m looking forward to seeing a bushfire of similar revolts spreading across Europe. Revolts against authority, revolts against top-down control, revolts against social engineering, revolts against the entrenched political elites. These things are catching: when people see other people doing something, they’re inclined to think that they could do it too. It gives them ideas.
Well, we are at Le Crunch point in regards to the ‘Crisis’ Winter season, the Fourth Turning…
*Excellent timing, Clicky! New in from The Rev?… Sparkling stuff! …/thinks… Why don’t you give Dear Reader a Song, whilst I go an indulge myself. There’s a good Clicky… /pats snout…*
*Clicky, are you feeling sensitive? Why don’t I just tell them to hit on your images to be transported to somewhere else?*
*Alright! Sheesh …*
This is a post about synchronicity …
… not all of synchronicity, of course, I’d be here all bloody day and night. No, this is a sync concerning this very post, which I was formulating yesterday evening, and with a comment smoking blogger Frank Davis made today, which ended up as his post’s title: “Will someone please tell me what happened to Harley?”.
First up, Christopher Lee died on 7th June but I only read about it yesterday:
When many film fans remember Christopher Lee, his role as evil white wizard Saruman in The Lord of the Rings will be one of the first to spring to mind. But while that performance was brilliant, the ingenious way Lee bagged it is even more awesome.
The British actor, who died aged 93 on 7 June, was such a mammoth Tolkien fan that he re-read the fantasy books every year without fail.
When he once met the author in a pub (yes, in real life, he’s the only cast member to have done so), he had a total starstruck meltdown and could barely speak, despite being a horror movie legend for the likes of Dracula already.
In a pub, eh? He mightn’t have met Tolkien in a pub these days …
This post was … is about a letter hanging in my Library …
For the life of me I cannot remember what fault I found in Josh Kirby’s front cover illustration of a Harley …
… I can’t even drive a car and am certainly not mechanically minded …
*squint …*
… but I remember writing my letter as soon as I’d finished reading ‘Soul Music’ and peppering it lots of …
“Hat. Hat. Hat.” made me laugh so hard, I had to let the author know. I really wasn’t expecting to get a reply …
*Clicky, we’ve had this conversation before about life before the internet … then, books were ‘books’ not ‘boks ‘ …*
Of course, Christopher Lee voiced Death in the TV adaptation of that Discworld story.
*No Clicky, Ian Richardson voiced Death in ‘The Hogfather’ … I’m talking about ‘Soul Music’ … Oh doo keep up …*
Harley Quinnis a character from Batman, of course …
*/puts finger in ear* … STOP PRESS! Harley isOK … I repeat, another smoker is not dead yet …*
“Feeling good for the most part just sore as hell all over and tired. You gotta figure I went almost a month with no sleep and it took til my 4th day home before the pain from my sternum and ribs quelled down enuf to finally sleep. Of course I was off all that damned morphine that made me a literal madman in the hospital for 4-5 days I was swinging and hitting everyone.”
I think that calls for a Song …
*Good choice, Clicky… /taps feet … I’m so glad to hear Harls is feeling better. I should go over there and say hello. Coming?*
“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.
Hmmmmm......interesting.
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