Cade sent across another missive last night, Dear Reader, and I’m delighted to present it for your perusal, below.
I believe the Okie Devil was inspired to write it by the Bayeux Tapestry, and the news that it could be leaving France for the first time in 950 years, to be displayed in the UK…
*Ha! My favourite tweet on the subject, Clicky… /lights up…*
*/drags… He’s not wrong… /streams smoke… I LOVE that album…*
GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…AND THEN WE’LL TALK!!!
Is this the dogma of “The West”?
Is this the dogma of “business”?
Is this the dogma of “government”?
Surely this cannot be the dogma of government. If someone has their shit together, the government should have no business whatsoever with me.
How do they know “your shit is wired tight”?
GET YOUR SHIT WIRED TIGHT…OR ELSE!!!
IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER…WE’RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!!
Everything, about all of those, says…
And don't stop until you fall off the planet.
^Crystal Chakra Meditation 1 Hour^
I just saw one of those “vanishing Tweets” and was about to comment on it, but it disappeared. A shame too, because it was interesting. I guess I’ll have to do my own homework…so let’s get to it!
The Tweet was about The Bayeux Tapestry, and the Tweet contained a picture of a news story, and the headline asserted that…
“The tapestry is a great historical so-and-so about The Battle of Hastings”
…then asked the question:
“…but is it any good.”
I was only allowed to see the Tweet for a moment, because when I went to start writing my comment, I got a pop-up that said…
“You may not be able to complete this action”
…so I refreshed my page to see if something had gone wack with my browser, but when the page finished refreshing, the Tweet was gone.
Now…I’ve noticed quite a few “disappearing Tweets” from this particular user. But before we get too hung up on “the commercial aspects/angles” and/or “social/political/personal implications” of someone deleting Tweets, let’s pick a better, more juicy target to pick on…
I found the story….
I don’t have the text of the Tweet, but as soon as I saw the headline, and thought about what I thought the headline said, it got me to IMMEDIATELY thinking…
”DUDE!!! You read ALL of that shit completely…fucking…WRONG!!!”
But before I get to picking on myself too much, let me tell you the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the Tweet…
“The Bayeux Tapestry is going up for sale.”
The Tweet did not contain a link to the story, which is why I was going to comment at all. I figured that the author of the Tweet had given all of the information they cared to give, and was hoping that someone would engage with them based on the facts presented. And what were the facts presented?
- Screen-shot image of story,
- Tweet text comment from user, which included a reference to “1066”.
I recall “1066” being in the text of the Tweet, but that’s all I recall. The rest of the contents is kinda…fuzzy…but I remember the overall vibe of the text. So…having watched this particular user for a while, let’s now go back, and see if they’ve made a new Tweet with the same contents.*
*My thinking at this point is, they forgot something, deleted the Tweet, and will make a new Tweet with the missing/corrected whatever.
^Muse – Madness^
At the time of this writing, it shows that the tweet was made 21 minutes ago, which means that it took me 21 minutes to think about, and write, all that bullshit above. No fucking wonder I don’t write for a living. I digress.
The text of the above tweet is different from the text of the original Tweet. At this point, I am half-tempted to DM the user, and ask her if she would be so kind as to provide me with the text of the original Tweet.
But I'm not going to do that.
I’m going to do what I normally do, which is blunder around in the dark, and do the best that I can with what I have. This may sound egotistical, but the only thing that I really have, is me. A dark, dense, blundering, blabbering me, and the bright flashes that come from elsewhere/others. I take those flashes from others, mold them into something my own, and hopefully, flash back. Who sees these “flashes” of mine?
No idea. In my mind, that’s not quite the point. “The point” is to be inspired, and further inspire.
/me shrugs again
^Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)^
All videos have stopped working for me on Twitter. Embedded videos no longer work, and I can no longer save images by right-clicking and choosing “save-as”. Now that I think about it, right-clicking on anything gives me nothing at all. My pop-up menu functionality within Twitter seems to have been removed. I can’t even intentionally click on a pic or vid and get it to work.
I admit that the auto-play bullshit irritates the fuck out of me, because most of my time on Twitter is spent with a DM chat window open. If I open that DM window, and there is some looping shit embedded and playing behind that DM window, then eventually, Twitter dies, and it usually takes my browser(s) with it. And if I remember to scroll to where there are no vids behind the DM window, I also have to make sure that I have hidden any auto-playing streaming bullshit in the sidebar.
That said, Twitter still crashes all the fucking time, and it is a fucking resource hog, but I must point out, that this is the price of automating and automation. If you want shit to do everything for you…there’s a price to pay for that.
I gotta think tho, that if shit like this isn’t an indication,that Twitter is doing something about these perceived “problems” that Twitter has, you just aren’t looking. And if you customize the living shit out of your Twitter to work for you and only you, then you’ll have no idea what others may be seeing/not seeing, nor how they are seeing it.
To be fair, I’m running an operating system that is no longer supported, and using a browser that is no longer supported/no longer updated, all running on a computer that is no longer supported.
If that ain’t some “Logan’s Run” type shit, I don’t know what is.
GET UPDATED, OR GTFO GRANDPA!!!
STFU AND STFD ON YOUR WAY OUT OLD MAN!!!
^Massive Attack – Angel^
Let’s get back to this tapestry/Tweet. I went to Google, searched for “the bayeux tapestry” (without quotes) and there were three news stories at the top of the results.
When I clicked on the second story link, the headline on the story itself was different from the headline that Google was showing in its results. The headline in Google’s results was…
“Why the Bayeux Tapestry’s loan to Britain is a homecoming”.
Isn’t that “bait and switch” kinds of shit? Grab you with one thing, then switch it to something else? Like…”a funhouse” at a carnival. Many times, there’s not much fun going on in a funhouse. Anyway…I found the story that I was looking for, have now found that there is a new Tweet that replaced the deleted one, so what is left?
Me, me, me, and only me, surrounded by a bunch of shit that isn’t mine, and I’m left with only:
A) what I take away from this experience, and
B) what I do with it from there.
What possible good could come from some uneducated and unemployed loser, spending is “free time” contemplating “the dynamics of the world”? I dunno. That’s not my job. That’s your job. I only work here.
Q: Is there some “omen” associated with “The Bayeux Tapestry” coming to England?
A: Or did I just make that shit up?
The process of trying to understand confusing shit, while looking at confusing shit…is…confusing. That said, why would you ever think that “confusion” would be clear? Is where we are, so contextually clear, that it’s confusing?
Clarity = Clear
Confusion = Confusing
Did I word/list those correctly?
^Junkie XL – Dark Territory^
OK, I guess I didn’t make that “omen” shit up…
‘Although there is no direct connection between typical celestial events and the affairs of humans, our superstitions have resulted in many dramatic consequences.’
So what is the connection? I dunno. History is history. If you are looking for and to history, as some sort of roadmap to the future? Yeah…you might be missing some shit. Primarily, what are you going to do when the road ends? What you are going to do when you tumble off the map? That’s, when you are prolly going to start looking around for signs and wonders. Something…ANY–fucking-thing to give you some clue as to where you went wrong…
what went wrong…
where you are…
where to go from there.
If you’ve got compatriots along for the ride, there’s prolly going to be some pissing and moaning.
^Junkie XL – Today (UNKLE Remix)^
Getting back to my thoughts about “The Bayeux Tapestry being sold”…there’s a few things that come to mind…
- I’ve no fucking clue where it is, nor who owns it,
- Is it possible, that once it gets to where it is going, that it will never leave there?
- SURELY no one is stupid enough to try and steal it.
So…given the fact that I know fuck all about this tapestry, why would “It’s Going On The Market” be the first thing to pop into my head? Prolly because that’s about the only time that “art” is in the news. Which… isn’t writing an art? Or at least, an art form? Both? Is there some sort of artisan pissing contest going on there?
But let’s say, that there is some political wrangling going on. Now, what could that be about? Brexit? Political favors being exchanged? Surely thieves would not be stupid enough to wait until the tapestry was actually on British soil to steal it. I guess that would depend largely on “who the thieves are”…wouldn’t it? What are those rules about making political statements?
It must be public, and brutal.
Some scapegoats and/or patsys would prolly come in handy as well.
Now I remember why I don’t like thinking like this.
Now I remember why I don’t like writing fiction.
^Junkie XL – Tennis^
Thinking now about the year 1066, thinking about Haley’s Comet which last appeared in 1986, thinking about the year 2066, and considering that it is currently 2018, let’s go backwards a bit and see what was going on in the year 1018.
Let’s us see what was going on in Europe…
Peace – Bautzen
Battle – River Bug
Battle – Vlaardingen
Resistance – Bulgarian
Surrender – Kiev
Battle – Cannae
Battle – Carham
Succession – Denmark
WHEW!!! That’s some fucked-up shit right there!!! It started off with peace, then went straight to hell. Even so, that January peace? If they found peace in January of 1018, doesn’t that mean that someone was at war in 1017?
^AWOLNATION – Run (Audio)^
What I am primarily thinking about, is a book idea that I have. This book has been bumping around in my head for a very long time, and it’s called “1033”. Or, it will be, should I ever actually write the fucking thing.
It’s the story, of a dude born in 1967, and this dude manages to survive a fuckton of adversity that no one said he would survive, and somehow lives to see the year 2000. Not only that, the guy goes on to live to see the year 2100. Even more fantastic than that? He goes on to see the year 3000. Hence, 1033. The story, is about the stories that this guy tells, how he tells them, who he tells them to, and why. A traveler. A time-traveler, yes…but a different kind of time traveler. Or at least, his travels here and now are a shade different. Where does it go from 3000 C.E.? Welp…that’s where things get really fucking interesting.
Enough of that bullshit…let’s get back to reality. Once we get back to reality, we can talk about data preservation, data retention, and legacy.
^Junkie XL – dealing with the roster^
I’m writing this bullshit in OpenOffice’s Writer application, and this is WAY fucking different than writing shit in MS WordPad. The text is fucking HUGE, and I’ve not found the courage to try and tinker with the settings so that everything on the screen isn’t so goddamn massive.
The other thing that is irritating, is that Writer turns all URLs into hyperlinks automatically. Well, only if you use a hard return after pasting in the text of a URL. I personally arrow around a lot when navigating around a document. Meaning: when and where I can, I use the arrow keys on the keyboard to get around. Prevents me from having to use the mouse. The mouse is fucking GREAT for some computer uses. Surfing the web is one, but for text and/or documents?
If you want to push your “skillz” try and challenge yourself to surf The Web without using the mouse. It can be done. You’re going to have to learn a fuckton of keyboard commands and hotkeys, but that’s the point…learning. That shit is there for a reason. Computer engineers aren’t idiots, and they certainly aren’t stupid. Just because you get to benefit from the simplicity of a mouse click and/or hotkey combination, doesn’t mean that the engineers who designed that functionality didn’t spend a fucking FUCKTON of time developing the systems and procedures that made that key-combo and/or mouse click such a simplicity for you. I can assure you, they did, and they do. All so you can better do all of that hard complex shit that you need to do in order to get your job done.
^Junkie xl – Spirits ft. Saffron^
Frank over at Merovee has a new article up…
I read through it last night, and it got me to thinking about “compression”. I didn’t comment over there, but I thought about it as I laid in bed and tried to go to sleep last night, and now here I am commenting about it here.
Stew. Redux. Compression. Loss. Ratios. Numbers. Compression. Expansion.
That last bit messed with my head a bit. I was thinking on expansion from a Universal perspective regarding a Galactic context. Meaning: A Galaxy expanding within a Universe that is neither expanding nor contracting. Prolly some speed considerations to be made there, and some time(s) considerations to be made as well.
If the Universe and A Galaxy are both expanding at the same time, there is prolly going to need to be some synchronious/synchronous timings to accommodate both, as well as some asynchronious/asynchronous timings to offset. How can an offset amend?
My thinking is that sometimes, you need to simultaneously know not only how fast you are going, but also how fast you are NOT going. Why? Simple. Observers. There’s more to sensing and senses than just and only sight.
^Hans Zimmer – Inception (Junkie XL Remix)^
If you are looking for something definitive, congrats…you’re there.
Welcome To Here...Population = You.
^deadmau5 – FML Again^
Last night, Whatshername made some grub, she notified as to its availability, and I wandered into the kitchen to feed my fat face. As I was poking at the lumpy wads of rice that remained in the rice cooker, I overheard my daughter talking about…erm…politics. Like…personal politics. Within her circle of friends, it appears that there was an exclusive gathering, and some within the circle were not invited. This caused those not invited some dismay, and Whatshername commented something to the effect of…
“Well, you know they are all very clicky.”
My youngest son was sitting at the table eating/listening, and he asked “what is ‘clicky’?”
Whatshername replied, “They’ve all got their own little groups, within the group, and these little groups are very clicky, meaning they only hang out with each other, and the rules of the larger group don’t apply to them.”
It turns out that this “group that gathered” was/is headed by the very person who makes the rules for the large group/whole group, and that rule is…
“no fraternizing in groups/sub-groups outside of the whole group”.
So…when this same person actually had a get together, and only invited a select few of the whole group, those not invited were…confused.
I loaded my plate as fast as possible, and retreated to my room.
^deadmau5 – It’s Not You^
I was gonna write some more bullshit, but I’m now at 7 pages, so I’m gonna dial it back, then cut it off. I usually just write until I don’t feel like writing anymore, then look at the physical file size to determine how large the post is going to be.
15k to 20k = meh
20k to 25k = average
25k to 30k = beefy
30k+ = wtf?!?!??!
What could POSSIBLY be on my mind, that I needed to write so much?
But this is my first post written in OpenOffice Writer, so, I’m trying to be mindful of that “page x/x” thingie down in the bottom left-hand corner.
But yeah…a clique. A club. A club of clubs.
Sounds like a beating.
^FIRST OF THE YEAR (EQUINOX) – SKRILLEX^
^Coldplay – Paradise (Official Video)^
*Yeah… /final drag… A brilliant film, Clicky… /stubs butt… That was another Sunday evening trip to the pictures with Mother… /licks lips… It was absolutely pissing it down that night…*