Missive from ‘Merica: ReAR Viewing…

Somebody has read ‘The Underdog Anthology‘.

Sommebody decided to review it.

Sumbody send it to me…

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*The need unmet, Clicky? /lights up…*

 

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The Purple Ship

Ship’s Credo

Speak Truth…Along The Long Road In Which You Must Travel.”
Seek Truth…Along The Long Road In Which You Must Travel.”
Speak/Seek Truth…In Your Long Logbook of Travels.”
^Alice | Pogo^
CAPTAIN’S LOG: Cade FON Apollyon – Commanding-ish
Captain’s Primary Responsibility/Responsibilities: Chief Chef-Cook & Bottle Washer/Janitor/Crew Morale
MISSION: Read A Fucking Book. No…not a fucking book about fucking. This is a fucking book, that may or may not have fucking in it, but that is irrelevant…unless it’s a hot fuck scene. But…yeah…whatevz…I’m trying to read/review a book for a fucking friend/friends I don’t even fucking know. Just…whatevz. READ!!!

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Day 001: OK…lemme give this watered down limey lemon some sugar.

And before you ask…no. I do not work for either of the companies that make the sodas known as 7-Up, nor Sprite, Mountain Dew, nor any other “lemon-lime” flavored beverage(s).

I’m just some asshole Okie from Texas who is writing a goddamn book review on some book that some limey chick sent me. K? Got that? Fucking GREAT! Let’s keep going.

The book is called “First Volume.” What a bunch of pretentious pricks. They are so fucking CERTAIN that this piece of shit is not only worth buying and reading, but down the road…there are going to be EVEN MORE ITERATIONS/VERSIONS of this limey lemon piece of shit. If I would have known what was in store for me by reading this piece of shit book, I would have opened the fucking package with a flamethrower instead of a switchblade.

WHEW!!! Was that good for you? OK, now that I’ve gotten my own pretentious prick bullshit out of the way…on with the review.

OK…not yet. Because I’ve only started reading the book, and I’m only on the 5th story. BUT! I had to go ahead and start my review, because I sat out on the back porch in the sunshine this afternoon and finally started reading this book that someone was so thoughtful as to send me a copy of…free of charge. So, I decided that I wanted to write a review of the book. Why? Well…it’s the least I can do. I was sent a free book from someone unknown-ish…for reasons unknown, outside of a random act of kindness. And this particular book is a book of short stories, which is right up my fucking alley. I fucking LOVE short stories.

Captain's NOTE: 

Someday make a list of short stories that made me love short stories.
-cFa
2017.01.26
^The Prodigy-Narayan^

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Day 002 – Entry “A”: The late-January NorthTexas sun is still far to the South as it transverses the afternoon sky in a rainbow-esque parabolic trajectory in the midday to late afternoon hours. This has the effect of some stunning sunrises and sunsets…with purples, reds and maroons that would seem almost un-Earthly were it not for the fact that I am indeed on the planet Earth/Terra.

The old sailing adage of…

“Red Sky in the morning? Sailor take warning.
“Red sky at night? Sailor’s delight.”

                                                                     …almost becomes irrelevant, as the only thing that distinguishes the sunset and the sunrise, is the human invention known as “the clock.” Plus…I’m motherfucking 500 miles from the nearest water-based ocean…so…yeah…or something.

Such a strange world with strange peoples that would invent such a strange thing as “the clock” in a strange Universe of uncalcuable/incalculable time and times…weird.

Anyway…

Yeah…I wound up finishing the 5th story in the book, and starting the 6th story, when the Sun/Sol’s steady gaze in the cloudless sky, beckoned me to gently lay the book on the hard concrete patio where I had been sitting/reading, lay my fat ass down, and take a nap in the mid-afternoon sunshine.

So…I did just that. Slept for about an hour or so, with the sun warming my fat ugly ass as I slept. What is the pertinence? Welp…the outside ambient air-temperature was/is only about 45°F/7.2°C…which with the afternoon winds/wind gusts…is quite chilly. Nevermind the fact that I am wearing a thin cotton T-Shirt, rayon shorts, my toboggan hat, my glasses, and nothing else. The sun is hot irrespective of air temperature. It warms my entire being as I sleep. Cool breaths of wind remind my body of the time within time and times, as the sun marches on across the big blue cloudless sky. I drift in and out of sleep on the warm concrete below me.

I dream.

Pillows? Blankets? I need not these things, as the sun and wind and their motions work in tandem to keep me both warm and cool in the endless black of the light.

I estimate that I read for about 15 minutes, then slept for about 1.5 hours on the hard cement. Upon waking, my left arm refused to operate normally for a while to remind me of the concept known as life withing the construct of mortality within the construct(s) known as mortality/immorality.

Glorious.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Junoverse (Original Mix)^

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Day 002 – Entry “B”: Time = 20:49 PM – My father peeks at me through a portal within the purple band of “the rainbow”…where the rainbows meet….color to color…and similar and same, to similar and same. Just…letting me know that he is there. Both watching me, and watching out for me. It is difficult to explain the “else” within the realm of “the seen.” For “the unseen” is unseen. Except in those rare occasions when the need(s) arise where a crossing and communication between realms becomes necessary, for whatever reason and/or reasons. I do not know. For it is not my job “to know”…until, if, and when, it is my job to know. My “job”…is to be underway. A seeker. A traveler. Mobile.

Restless.

Yes…there is such a thing as “an immovable object.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an upstoppable force.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an unstoppable force within an immovable object.”

These things I can take on faith, for I have seen them.

WAIT!!! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a moment there sparky!!!

Q: You have “seen” these things…but you still take them on faith?

A: Yes.

We are talking about the “mechanics of”…yes? Which means that we are talking about “the mechanics of the mechanics.”

Q: How much more simple can things get?

A: This is for you to know and/or find out….on your own.

It is not my place to tell you.
I can only assist and/or help whenever and wherever I can.
I cannot tell you what is what, or when or what to do where.
That…would violate freedom and freedom of choice.

Knowing…it’s a hell of a thing within a heavenly realm.

Communication and communication is all we really have. It’s the very foundation of the foundations of the concept known as relationships and relating. The Creator…is always busy. Sounds…familiar…eh?

I cower. I digress. I stand.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

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Day 003- Entry “A” via Day 002: Tomorrow…it’s here. Not really…because it’s 22:02 PM on Friday January 27rdth of 2017. I’m just going ahead and getting ready for tomorrow’s reading, by writing just a tad bit more about…what I have not yet read. Afterall…the story that I am currently reading (6th story) is more on “my territory” kinds of grounds with respect to locale, because it deals with “The European” and “New Native American(s)” dealing/dealings with “The New Old Native America” and it’s “Old Native Americans”…both new and old.

This is gonna be a tough read. Because I am a “new” Native American that just so happens to have “old” Native American blood coursing through my veins. But I have to temper these feelings with the fact(s) that

A) I was not there, and…

B) I was not there, and…

X: I am here.

Those who were there, were there. I am here. Which means that I am here, and there, all at the same time, and “there” is a little more “flexible” in my thinking and thought processes…because I see a simulataneousness of “there” being past…and “there” being future…all from right here in the present.

Sterling (Cigarette)
Hmmm....menthol. Interesting.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Lucky Ones (Original Mix)^

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Day 003- Entry “B” via Day 003: Tomorrow…it’s here. Officially. Today is actually here and the actual official date reflects that fact/these facts as of this day/date of Saturday January 28-teenth, 2017 AD/CE/WE.

AD = Anno Domini

Anno Domini

CE = Common Era

Common Era

WE = What The Fuck Ever

Whatever (Slang)
And here it is.

The Big Moment!

The Moment That Nobody Has Been Waiting For!

It’s “officially”… Day 003, so I can officially start reading again. I just completed a repost of some old shit over at my blog from 2016.11.15, which just ALSO happens to be…someone I know’s birthday. But…enough about me…I gotta get back to the book.

I must…get…back… …to that…book!!!

OH! And…

Captain’s NOTE: Personal note here, to also remember to write that fucking instruction manual for operation of “The Purple Ship.” Which I guess means I also need to write a maintenance manual. But we must have that instruction manual. Prolly should call it “Operation Manual” and/or “Operations Manual” or “Operating Manual” or something like that. Or…I could just write all of those, because we are prolly gonna need them all at some point and or various points at some …point…or points or whatever. What’s the point? I dunno. We’ll find out when we get there.

Now all I need is a crew to read it. Meh. With that in mind…I guess the manual(s) can wait.

Onward.
-cFa
2017.01.28
^Upular | Pogo^

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Day 003- Entry “C” via Day 004: It’s Sunday January 29th of 2017. I forgot to remember what I remembered to forget. That was not my intent tho. I tried to remember NOT to forget. Maybe if…I simply try and remember…instead of try to remember not to forget. Before you know it, I’ll be forgetting to remember and not remember not to forget. Kinda like now. Now what was I talking about? I forget.

OH YEAH!!! I meant to write some shit here last night. But I got sidetracked by posting some comments on some dude’s blog about his modeling “global warming” using orbs or bubbles or spheres or something. I dunno if he intended to model global warming…or if that was just some side-effect, or some ancillary discovery in a model that was being built for some other purpose. That would be…ironic…eh? Almost as ironic as me writing a book review about a book that I am reading, and yet, commenting about me commenting about someone’s comments about my comments on some random-assed blog somewhere out there in the great unknown void of nothing and nothingness.

I guess I better get to the now via now, instead of living in the past.

I'm getting past this.
-cFa
2017.01.29 for 2017.01.28 via 2017.01.29...or something.
^Deadmau5  / Lai [full version]^

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Day 004- Entry “A”: OK…so…that wasn’t such a long walk. Just down-arrowed a coupla lines…and here we are.

I took my sleeping bag out back yesterday to pad my soft-scrumptious muscular ass against the cement of the patio. The Sun/Sol was ablaze in the cool day keeping me warm, although it was cold enough that I opted for a long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve shirt underneath. Layering? In cold? Yep…it works wonders. Like the tour guide told me when I was in Inari, Finland…

“It’s not cold. You just don’t have the right equipment.”

Anyway…finally made it through the 6th story, and into the 7th story. The 6th story was a tough read. Not because it was long…it was a great read. It’s because of the subject matter. The author did a good job of making the story readable to someone like me. And who exactly IS someone like me you might ask? Um…a Native American…duh?

A mutt. I am that. A Native American Mutt.

Gotta go read some more now. I wanna finish this book by next weekend if I can.

Letters + Letters = Letters.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 – Trepid^

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Day 004- Entry “B”: I’m gonna try some formatting here real quick. I don’t want to give any spoilers or anything…but well written is well written, and well read is well read. The rest is…subjective.

Local Time = 11:17 CST – I’ve yet to pack it outside to read yet. But I’m about to. I just gotta finish up a few things here, grab the sleeping bag, grab the book, and go sit back down.
Local Time = 11:21 CST – Headed out now. The Sun/Sol is waiting for me. No clouds today. Cept for the lingering ones from yesterday. But those are in my head and elsewhere.
Local Time = 12:49 CST – Halfway point has been passed. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? Sound weird? Yep…I agree. But…the past few years have been…odd. Odd considering my odd life. For the most part, I have taken it in my stride. As I am a firm believer in the now. Meaning…nothing surprises me. Yes…I can be and am surprised…but that’s the weird thing about surprises. At least…in my life anyway. “Weird” and “strange” are “the norm” and even…normal.

This book. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? As I read them…they are so…familiar. As if, the stories themselves…I already know. It’s the details and the twists and turns that I have…erm…somehow…forgotten? I don’t know these stories…and yet…I do.

All are familiar.

I guess….that sometimes, similar = similarly same.

I just…lessee…how do I explain this?

Someone is trying very hard…to cushion a fall for me. Yes…a fall that has already happened. But…a fall forgotten via grace. A need to know because of…where we are and why I need to remember these things. Ancient things. Recent things. Things that have not yet even happened within the constructs of normal space and spaces and time and times.

Purpose.

I see more than most think I do.
/I bow

Carry on.

Local Time = 13:54 CST – One of two beers left. I have settled into my “furious reading” mode. I can cover acres of previously wooded territory and absorb every molecule of every word of every thought at a pace that would be considered…erm…”blazing” and/or impossible to most. I can hover over a single word, yet continue to read the line(s) below and the line(s) above at the same time, all while digesting the time and times being portrayed both backwards and forwards at the same time. Some might qualify or classify this ability as “a raging torrent”…but not me. I am calm. I am focused on all and nothing in that raging torrent…and the weather is as if the eye of a storm. I am the eye, I am the storm, I am the all, from right here, right now.

A: Yes…unless no…in which case…maybe.

I ponder the stories read, the stories reading, and the stories to come…all at the same time. And yet, somehow, nothing matters but the here and now. My focus…is mine and mine alone. And yet…all matters…from right here…right now. I am who I am.

Like It Or Not…I am here.

Local Time = 14:55 CST – I miss nothing.
Three stories to go.
Local Time = 15:18 CST – Remember why we are here.
We watch.
Local Time = 15:52 CST – One story left to read.
I think I’ll not read it.

No reason nor reasons…just…not gonna read it.

Fin...for now.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^The Reactivitz – Ramble (Jay Lumen Afterlife Remix) [FOOTWORK]^

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Day 004- Entry “0”: It appears that this entry will not be necessary.

Not yet anyway.

Maybe never.

We’ll see.

But prolly not.

I’m gonna leave that one…for me.

I bow to you all.

Well done...and thanks.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^Daler Mehndi – Tunak Tunak Tun Video^

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-cFa
2017.01.29
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^Watchmen – The Sound of Silence^
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MISSION Review Review: This is for you to review.
:-)

-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 / Cyclic Redundancy [full version]^
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Thank you for the book young lady…

…and to you and yours.

Great read.

Onward
<3
cYa
cFa
2017.01.29 @ 15:59 CST
^The Cure – Primary^

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*’Great read’… I think that means he enjoyed it, Clicky…*

*For the next one?*

Missive from ‘Merica: Better the Devil… Well, Ya Know…

Something Frank Davis wrote, in reply to a commenter at his blog this morning, got Clicky disappearing, tout suite…

I once met Richard Peto, long before he got knighted. We shared a mutual friend, and I spent quite a long time talking to him in a large and fairly empty pub in London. I was smoking, of course, and he wasn’t, of course. I think we were talking about something vaguely health-related. And as we talked we moved further and further apart, until our conversation was being conducted at a distance of 20 or 30 feet. It was as if some force of mutual repulsion was pushing us apart. Now, of course, I regard him as a repulsive antismoker – one of those who have been using mathematics to dress bigotry in fine garments. But it seems that the force of repulsion was present long before the smoking ban.

‘Ah!’ I thought, ‘he’s off to find out who Dicky Peto is.’ Or ‘He’ll bring back something about Replusive Force.‘ No, what he did was to bring back a Song…

*Knot even Hans Christian Andersen, Clicky…/rolls eyes…*

At that stage I wasn’t aware of a missive, from the Okie Devil residing in Texas, waiting for me in my inbox… */squints… Bloody dolphin helper, reading my mail before I do…* But then Cade’s missives aren’t just for me, Dear Reader. They’re also for you…

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Miss me? That much eh?

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Don’t worry honey. I’m kinda fond of that end of the female anatomy too. You appear to be a tad more eager than I usually am. But I gotta know…
Q: Other than perhaps a paycheck or some money…what are you trying to get at?
A: ???
Just asking, cause if you wait long enough, you may not have to work so hard to get at it.
It may come to you.
Just sayin.
Just…tryin to help a sister out.
Not that I’m asking to help you out.
Would you mind? (lol)

^Technasia – Heart Of Flesh (Original Mix)^

Roob calls these things “missives”…whatever in the fuck that is.
Not that I mind what she calls “this shit.”
She can call this shit “I ain’t gonna miss these missives” for all I care. 😉
I’ve gotten a pretty good giggle or two, and some warm fuzzies from her additions and observations of my wordy bullshit observations-ish types of things or whatever in the fuck they are.
And actually, it kinda makes me feel good that someone has a quasi-bead on whatever in the fuck it is that I am doing.
God knows I don’t.
But…that’s just me.
I’m weird like that.
Strange…even.

^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

Lemme hit cha wif dis real quix b4 I goes any much furtherz…

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Q: Is direct, or indirect, more subversive?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
…you may have said that to yourself anyway. But maybe not.
Thinking in terms of “inspiration”…what inspires you? I know that me personally? I usually do not give a shit what inspires me. “That I am inspired”…is usually what is most important to me. I tend to work very hard to cite my sources and give credit where credit is due. That said, when I am inspired, and tend to remember what inspires me. Unless I forgot or forget. But on the topic and or topics of inspiration, how can we grow if we have no ideas of our own? Or worse…are not allowed to have any ideas of our own? Now…at this point, you might be saying to yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the motherfucking FUCK is this really all about?
A: ???
Hmmmmm…I dunno. What IS this all about?
But I’ll give you a hint as to what I am “thinking”…<hint>…<hint>…
Q: What is “the final frontier?”
A: <think contextually here>…as in…”where” is “the last frontier?”
Space?
Which one?
The one between your ears?
Let’s go with THAT!!! K?

^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^

Speaking of “inspiration”…suck on this…

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/me waves

Quorum Sensing – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quorum_sensing
Decentralised System (Redirected from Decentralized system) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decentralised_system
Division of Labour (Redirected from Division of labor) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Division_of_labour
Flexible Manufacturing System – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flexible_manufacturing_system
Material Handling – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Material_handling
Bulk Material Handling – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulk_material_handling
Chute (Gravity) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chute_(gravity)
Hopper Car – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopper_car
Hopper Barge – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopper_barge
Municipal Solid Waste (Redirected from Rubbish) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Municipal_solid_waste
Work in Process – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Work_in_process
Just in Sequence – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_in_sequence
Just-in-time Manufacturing (Redirected from Just in time (business)) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just-in-time_manufacturing
Just in Time – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_in_Time
Just-In-Time Debugging in Visual Studio – https://msdn.microsoft.com/en-us/library/5hs4b7a6.aspx
Structural identification of a bacterial quorum-sensing signal containing boron
http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v415/n6871/full/415545a.html
Bacterial Quorum Sensing in Pathogenic Relationships
http://citeseerx.ist.psu.edu/viewdoc/download?doi=10.1.1.335.6795&rep=rep1&type=pdf
Bacterial Quorum-Sensing Network Architectures
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4313539/

Q: What is the best way to “hide” information?
A: ¿?¿
Don’t ask me. I’ve got nothing to hide. No more than anyone else anyway.
For all intents and purposes…I’m on open book.
Good luck.

^Mark Knight – Your Love (Original Club Mix)^

So yesterday, I watched this new Werner Herzog documentary called…

Lo and Behold, Reveries of the Connected World

It was very interesting on many levels. A lot to think about. What I really think surprises me, is the zealous nature of many of these big thinkers and doers and movers and shakers. One of the resounding themes that I personally picked up on, was/is…there are those that are trying to get “into away from”…and those that are trying to “get into into.” Those trying to get into our heads and our bodies at our own peril, and those who are trying to into getting away from this planet all together…also, at our own peril. Sorry, but I cannot imagine that “we” are destined to escape Earth/Terra, all under the aspices of “just so the human species can survive.” You are forgetting a FUCKTON of other shit there. If we can’t take care of ourselves here, what in the FUCK makes you think that “we” can take care of ourselves “out there” somewhere else. To me, it is this kind of thinking that is going to lead to only two probable outcomes…
1) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Riddance!!!
2) Oh! You humans are leaving? Good…Fucking…Luck!!!

^Joris Voorn – Goodbye Fly (Original Mix)^

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Poor stewardship is no more of an excuse for running from damnation, than it is the logical conclusion that we are running to damnation.
That said, your pet projects are yours…not mine.
Stop thinking you speak for me, because you don’t.
I’m fully capable of speaking for myself.
I’m sick and fucking tired of “The Industrial Military Complex” and the associated private business encroaching on the public.
Yeah…those “private sectors” of the public.
Suck on THAT brainiacs.

^Betoko – Raining Again (Original Mix)^

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Yeah…the overtones of the space programs around the world are representative of the best and the worst in our species. Especially the “manned” programs. See how sideways we are already? “Manned Space Travel.” Man…talk about your metaphors for masturbation and phallic jerking off fest type circle-jerks. You send a bunch of men into space alone on a long mission, and that spacecraft is gonna be so fucking covered in spoo, it’ll be like a flying male DNA sample. And this has nothing to do with the “fucking in space” concept. I fuck in space all the time. If there wasn’t a space there, we wouldn’t be fucking. It’s been done. Many times. Dunno bout choo guys and gals.
So yeah…
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Claptone – No Eyes feat. Jaw | Exploited^

There is no escaping the fact that there is no escape.
How do I know this?
Q: Where ya runnin to?
A: °0°|°0°
Gonna be haulin a metric fuckton or twenty of history books and shit like that with ya?
Not to mention, who is goin with ya and why.
Ever hear of Noah’s Ark?
Might wanna give U-Haul or some other moving company a call.
“Um…do you have any moving trucks available? Um…how many do I need? All of em!”

^Pleasurekraft – Tarantula (Original Mix)^

I mean…here we come as a species…or what is left of it…carrying a fucking freight train of cargo with us…barreling in on some other planet like we fucking own the place. What do you think the natives are gonna think about that?
Gort: OH! Come right on in shitbags! Make yourself right at fucking home! You must the trash that we’ve been listening to blast us with your indiscreet signals for the last few hundred (thousand) years. And I see the trash has brought their trash and their baggage with them! Not that we can tell the difference. Oh! And did I mention that we are allergic to humans? Sorry, we gotta blast you asses to death with death lasers. Sorry, but you shoulda answered our call when we tried to contact you. We offered help. Woulda saved you a trip. But you didn’t return our calls. Sorry…you gotta die now so we can save ourselves from you.
/metallic shrug
Sorry. But I still believe that we are more likely to receive a visit from some neighbors willing to lend a hand, than we are likely to be able to help ourselves to helping ourselves. Meaning: Helping ourselves to more real-estate, when we treated our own home like shit just as an excuse to throw our hands up, leave it, and leave what was left to fend for itself.
And also…regarding “fending for itself”…
Q: Can anyone show me a single species on this planet that is incapable of the aforementioned?
A: (I’m doubting it)
Unless of course, mirrors are available for reflection.
Contextually speaking of course.

^Justin Martin – Don’t Go (Dusky Remix)^

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Emergence – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emergence
Distributed Control System (Redirected from Distributed control) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distributed_control_system
Spatiotemporal Pattern – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spatiotemporal_pattern
Wave-Traveling Waves (Redirected from Traveling wave) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wave#Traveling_waves
Task Switching (Psychology) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Task_switching_(psychology)
Cognitive Shifting (Redirected from Cognitive-shifting) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_shifting
Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (Redirected from Acceptance and Commitment Therapy) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acceptance_and_commitment_therapy
Self-organization (Redirected from Self-organisation) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-organization
Spontaneous Order – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spontaneous_order
Point – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Point
Arc – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arc
Ark – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ark
Oak – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oak
Live Oak – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_oak
Hickory – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hickory
Mesquite – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesquite
Pinnation – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinnation
Cognate – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognate
Loanword – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loanword
Rachis – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachis
Pennaceous Feather – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pennaceous_feather
Wing Loading – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing_loading
Variable-Mass System – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Variable-mass_system
Accretion (Astrophysics) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accretion_(astrophysics)
Accretion Disk – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accretion_disk
Event Horizon – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Event_horizon
Absolute Horizon – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absolute_horizon
Apparent Horizon – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apparent_horizon
Trapped Surface (Redirected from Trapped null surface) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapped_surface
Null – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Null

That last one sounds like me alright. I think there is even a picture lurking around somewhere of me in some graveyard where some alien is buried, and I’m laying on top of an empty gave that says something about “Null” or something like that. There’s even an angel nearby giving me a “WTF?!?!?” kind of look. I can’t remember the name of that town or it’s graveyard that I was visiting. I do remember some of my relatives being buried there, but I don’t recall their name(s).
Meh…they prolly don’t know me either, nor would even care to know me.

^You’ve Got The Love (Mark Knight Remix) – Florence and the Machine^

I dunno…the longer that we seem divided by “the penis” and “the vagina” with respect to “the brain”…the more I think that people are simply looking for something that isn’t there. Prolly all under the auspices of…”WELL!!! IF THERE IS NOTHING THERE…THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THERE!!!” Yeah…ya think? For example, when I was watching that documentary yesterday, and they were showing these doctors “peering into the brain” using this multi-million dollar 16,000 lb. machine or whatever it was…all under the precept of “looking for this or that”…all while it is staring them right in the fucking face? I have no choice…but to wonder. Wander, even.
Is it the fact that “it is?”
Or is it “why it is, that it is?”
Because you can’t get away from the fact that “it is” under either of those. Nor would you be able to get away from it irrespective of an infinite amount of conditionals that you place on “it.” You did not live every moment in the person’s life that you are examining. Therefore, how can you really expect to “fix” or “find a fix” in a moment? Even if it starts at “finding the problem.” Have you considered that “finding the problem” may in fact be the problem itself? And don’t quickly dismiss my quickly dismissing your diagnosis. Diag-nosis. Di-ag-nosis. Dia-gnosis. Yes. I realize words mean things. Sometimes many things. Contextually anyway. Do you?
Q: When looking at “fuzzy logic” do you really not realize what you are looking at?
A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?
On the documentary, the researchers were looking at medical scans of “subjects” watching a video of elephants while the person is hooked up to this machine, and there is a fuzzy display that resembles on the computer display of “what is happening in the brain” that sorta quasi-resembles what is being shown on the video. What’s that you say? You want a clearer picture of what is happening on your machine via the subject? May I make a suggestion?
WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO!!!
Hows that for clarity?
One more question tho…regarding your analysis(es) of “the brain”…
Q: What is the brain connected to?
A: All, if all, is all, if at all.

^Hinz & Ruhmhardt – Panther (SNDST002)^

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I can’t tell you why I am on the journey I am on prolly anymore than you can tell me as to why you are on the journey that you are on. I can except that. What I cannot accept…is when you can. When you have so reduced your quest into a finite vision of purpose and intent, that it can be summed up in a single sentence or phrase or even a word. To me? That’s dangerous. About as dangerous as it gets. I know this, because that’s where I operate. But there is and are all kinds of finite singularities that are not really finite at all. Fuzzy, even. So tangible and easily understandable, that only awe can describe them…whether using words or not. Something like…a smile…sometimes is the only way to describe what you are seeing/feeling/experiencing. Irrespective of senses or how sensed…it’s much bigger than that. So big in fact, that it noticed something so small and irrelevant such as yourself, and dropped by just to say “howdy”…and let you know just how important and non-insignificant you really are.
Afterall…if you weren’t here? Nothing else would be here either.
You are important.
I don’t know you…but you are important to me.
For no other reason than, you are.
🙂

^Maceo Plex – Solar Detroit^

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❤ – – -NOW FUCK THE FUCK OFF!!!- – – ❤

cYa
:-(-:
cFa

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

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*Yep… that’s a definite “WTF?!?!?” look the little cherub is casting… /wipes tear from eye… Hmm… Nice legs… /shakes head… Oh Clicky, where in the hell did you find that?*

*Huh! …Supercreep… And what’s happened to the YT links again?*

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