I have cold, Dear Reader, and eyes, nose and other bits are streaming…
*/sniffs and splutters… Whatever, Clicky… /hawks and spits… Take the piss… /coughs and pees… Oh fuck!*
The Okie Devil of Text US has kindly sent a missive to cheer me up, and it is presented for you, below. I had fun last night taking photos for a ’12 days of Christmas’ idea he had, the results of which can be seen here…
*/smiles… That was weird this morning. The Slogmeister must have been working on that story at the same time Cade was writing his Smiley tutorial yesterday…*
*And a minute after tweeting it out the short story, Old Holborn’s telly recommendation appears in my Twitterfeed! …/blows nose… Fucking weird!*
Anyhoo… Tuck in and enjoy the missive, Dear Reader. I’ll see you at the… at the…
Welcome to it.
Yep…it’s gonna be one.
But I’ve not wrote it yet.
How do I know it’s gonna be a mess?
Let’s find out!!!
OH!!! It’s Sunday December 17th of 2017!!!
Everyone ready for Christmas?
Happy early birthday sis.
^High Contrast – Days go by^
Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.
Snot how I roll.
It’s highly possible, that as I write, I won’t get to a single one of these three things that I am currently thinking of writing about. It’s possible that I’ll get to some, and not others.
Let's me flow.
Rationalize. Irrationalize. Ponder. Even sometimes, if not most of the time, write without thinking. Might this not seem tedious to the reader? Maybe. But I like to think that my writing is more conversational. I used to do the same in my music and poetry, but was never really able to translate that to any of my writing.
1. Think about whatever I am thinking about.
2. Remove the participants.
3. Think of someone that doesn’t exist.
4. Let it fly.
Yep…take a “real life” something, remove the people involved, create someone fictional to project my thoughts upon, turn my feelings loose. Write about nothing in particular, to no one in particular, about something specific. That’s not always the case tho. Much of the time, I try and weave in similar and/or dissimilar stuff when and where it seems to fit. Especially when shit don’t fit at all.
It’s OK to be clever. It’s not OK to be disingenuous.
^The Prototypes – Abyss VIP^
So…that creates a quandary, doesn’t it?
How do we learn?
To relate, there was a Tweet I saw this morning, which I cannot now find, but it was about the EU/UK fishing regulations. Specifically, that UK fishermen are required to go out at least 10 miles from the UK before fishing, but EU boats were allowed to fish within 3 miles of UK shores.
^Black Sun Empire & Jade – Deadhouse (Mefjus & InsideInfo Remix)^
There were several other “Brexit” related Tweets that also appeared on my Twitter feed for some reason, and they aren’t showing up now. Stay with me. One of these Tweets, and I’m pretty sure it was the fishing one, made the comment to the effect that:
“The EU teaches under the banner of…do it like this, or else.”
Welp…it got me to thinking of the opposite. Who teaches under the banner of “do it like this, or whatever”? EVERYTHING is “do it like this, or else.” And speaking of teaching, if nothing else, I am trying to be more mindful of punctuation with respect to quotation marks. I digress.
^Black Sun Empire & State of Mind – Until The World Ends^
Q: How do we learn?
12 years old
(a boy becomes a man)
16 years old
(a teenager can drive)
18 years old
(a teenager is now an adult in some ways, and not so much in others)
21 years old
(a human being can now drink booze and smoke fags and shit like that)
Where are we getting this shit from? IQ tests? Personality tests? Sexuality tests? Seems to be some testing going on.
‘Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.’
‘Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.’
Pick and choose.
Pick Can Choose.
^Andy C & Fiora – Heartbeat Loud (Andy C VIP) (Official Video)^
Now that we’ve covered a bunch of shit that I wasn’t thinking about prior to starting writing, I guess we can get to one of the things I was thinking about prior to starting writing.
I was cruising a certain blog last night, and there was a comment someone had made on a certain article, and this comment was to the effect of “if you could step outside yourself, and see what others see, what would you see?” or “how would you see yourself?” or something like that.
What immediately popped into my head was the removal of self, from self, to see self.
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Yeah…weird. Such an act, seemed more a fascination with yourself via how others see yourself. To me anyway, that’s more of a physical thing. Others only know your physical self, and those bits of ourselves that we choose to share. Only you know you. I would phrase the previous as “only you know the real you”…and there is some truth to that, but others can, and do, get to know us just fine sometimes.
That’s your choice as much as anyone that you interact with. But that knowing only covers the spans in time that it does. Yes…people can and do, change. You prolly just weren’t there to see it. So yeah…again…how do we learn? I dunno. Figure it out your own fucking self?
^THE PROTOTYPES – LIGHTS^
There’s a future out there. We are connected to it. But I was thinking last night heavily along the lines of teaching, and how we allow others to learn via more than rod, lash and regulation. I mean, why punch someone in the face to get them to do what you want, when a simple request will suffice?
Is the answer…standardization? If a punch to the face works here, it’s prolly gonna work there. I don’t like being punched nor punching. There’s gotta be a better way.
^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^
I think a lot about how I would teach someone who knows more than I do. Sound ridiculous? Welp, you must lead a charmed life, because I’ve found that I am CONSTANTLY having to teach smart motherfuckers why they are so damn dumb. I think there is a relating aspect that goes along with that thought, so if you apply some thinking to what it is to relate via multiple channels at the same time, maybe my calling smart fucks “dumbasses” will make a little more sense.
EX: Judge Brainiac McPurity has been practicing law for 40 years. Cade F.O.N Apollyon has never practiced law at all, but he does have an interest in it.
Q: What is our first, and only connection?
If me and Judge Brainiac McPurity ever meet, does that imply that it’s only because Cade has broken the law and now stands in front of Judge McPurity?
Really? You sure?
What if I bump into Judge McPurity while standing in line/on queue at McDonald’s because both of us are having simultaneous Big Mac Attacks? What if, while we both wait to get our McDonald’s on, we just so happen to start chatting? What if that conversation somehow turns to law?
^The Temptations – Law Of The Land^
I mean, I once bumped into a 2-Star Air Force General at the DMV in Virginia. In that instance, we were just two plain-ol’ people…both of us currently at the mercy of the Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.
There’s always an equality.
You just gotta find it.
Just know, that this equality, is quite fragile.
Handle with care.
Just a friendly suggestion.
^Andy C – Haunting^
Someone just Tweeted this nonsense, so let’s take a voyeuristic peek up the skirt of…whatever this is.
War on Truth. Sounds really fucking srs.
Srsly. Sounds srs.
^Front 242 – Masterhit^
I actually saw this elsewhere with respect to some FCC or other bullshit where there were certain words that were being banned, and that also was relegated to the “Orwellian” realm(s). But I gotta question something here…
Q: Isn’t relegation, acting doing the very same thing you are bitching about others doing?
Relegation. Classification. There’s a nested need to know there. Like my using “bitching” above. Did I used that because the author of the story is a woman? Did I use it because the person that Tweeted the story is also a woman? Does it matter that I caught these distinctions when first using that term in writing the sentence, yet used that parlance anyway?
I don’t see women as bitches nor do I classify a woman complaining as “bitching”. So why did I use that word, even tho I caught it?
Well, I ain’t trying to get laid, and I ain’t trying to not get laid, and I ain’t trying to make friends, nor am I trying to not make friends. I’m just writing. If I spend all my time in the “editorial” area of writing, I should prolly stop writing and become an editor. That’s just my thinking tho. That said, isn’t that what Winston did? In the book “1984” weren’t Winston and his co-workers nothing more than editors with a dash of wordsmithing? Wordsmithing using certain sieves produces certain results. One would certainly think so anyway.
That said, I wonder if sieves can go both ways with respect to channeling? One way narrows, the other…erm…prolly sounds like a horn.
^Sub Focus – Turn Back Time (Metrik Remix)^
So last night, I babbled a bit on my own blog about a documentary that I saw earlier in the week. This documentary was a Vice News piece on “Targeted Individuals”, and there were several things that really stood out to me. One of them being, the many things that stood out to me.
Electronic Harassment (Redirected from Targeted Individual)
I guess in thinking about it now, if we really are nothing more than bags of goop, that are capable of nothing more than a bunch of chemical/electrical impulses…we’re already in deep shit…eh?
^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids^
That makes me think of this “Archons” group that RooBeeDoo has mentioned to me via her listening to some dude named John Lamb Lash. I’ve only listened to one of his talks, but the one that I listened to was interesting. Anyway, I’ve been pondering “symbiosis” for a while with respect to life, and Roob recently added something to my vocabulary that has given me pause.
We don’t do well with “gentle”…do we? We can handle the kick, the slap, the punch…but not the gentle. We’ve no fucking clue what to do with it. It’s like…the slap we weren’t expecting. Quite poignant…eh?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about bacteria, and these “reprogramming” aspects of bacteria that seem so scary and shocking with respect to “a bacteria reprogramming our bodies to do this or that” or “require this or that”. Prolly why viruses come in so handy. They do the same shit, they just do it a shade differently, and we tend to ALWAYS assume that this and these actions via a virus is malevolent.
But we get confused as shit with respect to bacteria. We label some as good, some as bad, yet we somehow need both to survive. It’s confusing as shit to me, because I’ve always been told that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.
^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^
Just thinking, that if certain “DNA Programming” types bother you, and others do not, you might wanna get comfortable with both. It’s always been my understanding that basically, that’s all a virus is. A piece of genetic code, that does nothing but reprogram other codes. I think that we are eventually going to find out different, and that there is something really interesting and frightening to be found within the cores of viruses…but that’s just me.
That said, there sure is a lot of motion going on with all of this programming and reprogramming. I mean…that’s what we are eventually after, right? Time? Isn’t that what we are really chasing via any and all means? How to stop it. How to start it. How to prolong it. How to cease it.
Woah…that last one sounds…scary…eh?
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
Anyway, that “Archons” bit that Roob recently mentioned to me rang a bell with respect to a book that I once read called “Waiting For The Galactic Bus”, and our talks this week made me think of a book called “Day Of The Cheetah”.
In the first book, the “entities” are “pure energy”. In the second book, the aircraft is mind-controlled via manipulating oneself between a sleep/wake state and the human/computer interface via alpha and beta waves.
Just want to mention, that I am of the opinion “delta” is going to get you nowhere…fast. There are many turns to a screw. Many threads.
If delta indeed splits…now what?
D + A + B = DAB?
What about the other way?
B + A + D = BAD?
Dabbling in bad?
Meh…that shit can get confusing. We should prolly wait for the experts to figure it all out, then we can just accept what they say as gospel, comply, and apply. As directed, when directed of course.
^The Prototypes – Moscow^
So that there is called “SoPi Zero”.
It’s simply a way for me to get my head around Pi in certain instances, and keep my head from getting wrapped around Pi in other instances. There are some parabolas nested in there, but I’ve not added them yet. Lots’ of curved space and curving spaces. But I guess the biggie is that I see decimals a shade different than most do.
A “part” is still a whole, in and of itself. Many parts, that are wholes, than can and do sometimes assemble to make entirely new wholes. But there is a divisive nature to separations of all kinds, and yet, there is still a nested bond contained within certain divides. Doors that remain open, even tho they appear closed. I mean…that’s what separation is…right? A divide? A span that cannot be bridged. What have we forgotten? Time.
BTW, the colors are important in that image. Just sayin’.
^Rusko – Somebody To Love (Sigma Remix)^
So that there is called “Cosmic Corridor 03”.
That’s just a way for me to get my head wrapped around a nested method of travel in which both Newtonian and non-Newtonian motion will appear to coexist at some points, and be either one or the other at other points.
If you think of the grey thing as a space ship, and the black think as a planet, the ship is basically entering on a trajectory that should dictate that the ship will enter the planet’s atmosphere.
However, it won't.
It’s going to appear to stop, hover, and eventually start traveling in ways that make no sense whatsoever. Eventually, it’s going to “rocket-away” at what appears to be ridiculous speeds along an impossible trajectory path. But a straight line is likely going to be surrounded by all kinds of bends, folds, and perhaps even energies that seem to warp and/or are warping. Prolly gonna be a lot of difficulty in determining what is wave, and what is particle. But basically, this is how I see matter as being able to maintain inertia, speed and velocity, all while appearing to lose all of those.
Lots of angles and angling to consider there, but just keep in mind, that 0° is also an angle.
^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^
My intension(s)? I didn’t realize that my announcing my own intentions was requisite. Especially if you are simply going to use my response to further doubt whatever it is that I tell you. Thinking like that can certainly put a strain on a relationship. Why someone cannot be comfortable with my discomfort is understandable, but at the same time, it’s kinda confusing. Sometimes even disheartening. I can see the parallels someone might draw with someone becoming comfortable with someone else’s discomfort, but that’s not really what I’m talking about.
Ironic that I need to talk about just that.
I’m uncomfortable with most nomenclatures. I’ve no problem with nomenclatures. Sound contradictory? Welp, if you are male, and someone calls you a sissy or fairy or says you sing like a girl…is that not also contradictory? You can slap virtually any label on any thing…that doesn’t make it applicable. Some ominous warning on a cigarette carton isn’t going to give you cancer, but it certainly may scare the shit out of you.
I need to go.
^Sub Focus – Timewarp^
Welp, I got to two of the three items I was thinking about prior to staring this bullshit. At this point, I can’t even remember what that third thing was. But…it’ll come to me. I gotta go make some soup.
^Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love [Official Video]^
^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^
We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…
*Thank you, Clicky… /clears throat… Probably best if I just pack myself off to bed…*
Have a Song 😀