Tag: Knife Party – 404

Missive from ‘Merica: Kinda Super Stitches…

Today is the 13th day of the month and it happens to falls on a Friday. Some people feel a stab of anxiety when this particular combination day and date rolls round. My mother, an eminently sensible woman, would always arrange the day off from work if a Friday happened to be numbered thirteen…

*Alright, Clicky, don’t rub it in! …/folds arms… *

If you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia, Dear Reader, or just plain, old triskaidekaphobia, I can highly recommend the latest missive from The Okie Devil, below. It is the 12th to arrive at the LoL and was written on a Thursday, the twelvth; however, depending on the degree of disability, you may or may not want to read the next one, should it arrive. And, quite frankly, you should maybe think twice about going here.

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SUP BITCHES!!!

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Welcome to Twelve.
Inches?
Yeah right.
I ain’t folding mine in half for anyone.

^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^

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I usually start this bullshit off with something clever.
But today?
I was all like…”fuck this shit! I’m gonna do something different today!!!”
So let’s go!!!
(we’ll find out what it is when and if we get there)

^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just because this is my 12th post at “The LoL”…doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be reading it. Just sayin. Cause I’m sure you have better things to do. Not like any work goes into this bullshit. Just a buncha free-wheelin’, free-ballin’ nonsense that ain’t worth the Internet it’s written on.

Yes…”Internet” is a noun. A proper one even.
Irrespective of how “improper” the content may sometimes be.
Weird eh?

^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) LET IT ROLL 2016^

I’m just trying to help you out. You see…you really need to be aware of stuff that you are not aware of. The only way to do that? Yep! Be aware of it. And the only way to do that…is to be aware of the stuff you should be aware of. And the only way to do that? Yep. Be unaware of something. This is how we learn to be aware of the stuff that we are unaware of.

Now…you are prolly saying to yourself…
“DUDE!!! You are just playing word games!!!”
Am I?
Maybe if you think about it for a bit.
Q: How can you be aware of what you are unaware of?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah. U dunno either.
But that’s how we learn.
Pretty fucked up eh?
Oh…I’m sorry…am I boring you?

^deadmau5 – 2448^

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If you are not aware, I am a licensed pilot. Yes, for airplanes. “Single-Engine Land” as it were. Meaning, I can fly single engine aircraft that are designed to land. Just kidding. That’s actually…single engine aircraft that are designed to land on land. Meaning, I can’t fly seaplanes or float-planes and land on water. I guess I could fly one if it landed on land, cause they do that as well. But I don’t fly anymore, so it’s irrelevant. Do you wanna know why I stopped flying? Sneezing. Srsly….I stopped flying because of sneezing. The first time you are someone like me, who has severe allergies and nasal deformations/issues, and you are prone to sneezing fits that make you dizzy and make you see stars and have been known to damn-near pass-out because of these? Well, the first time it happens when you are flying alone? Yeah…it’s scary as shit. Because all you can think about at the time is “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I woulda crashed, and they never woulda known why!!! Because it would have been because I passed out due to a fucking sneezing fit!!!” But then later, you think…”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WHAT IF I WOULDA HAD A PASSENGER?!?!?!?” I know I’ve talked about this before in my writings over at whatchacallit forums, but it was, and is, heartbreaking that I can no longer fly because of my health.

Grounded by health issues, at the ripe old age of 28. :/
I grounded myself BTW. I could go flying today if I wanted to and had the money.
They’d never know…until they did.
And I just couldn’t live with that.
Even if I was dead.
Weird…eh?

^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

At this point, I can only suggest to you, that you avoid fights at nightclubs and/or bars. While the dudes that are fighting are headed to either the hospital or jail, that leaves just that many more available women available. And even an ugly motherfucker like me can prolly increase his chances of getting laid with those kinds of odds. Some might go so far as to instigate fights between others just in case no one is fighting. But not me. Too risky. And like my frivolous and carefree sexual escapades to be dangerous and risky on their own merits. That’s why I carry cigarettes and not condoms. I’d rather need a cigarette after, than a condom before during and after. Sorry, but condoms are gross. I can decorate an entire room with my spoo, and it’s not NEAR as gross as a fucking nasty assed rubber sack full of the same fluid along with a sheen of her own special blend. It’s prolly at this point that you are asking yourself, what in the FUCK does this bullshit have to do with flying or why I stopped flying or WHATtheFUCKever or something. And it’s simple.

“Consequences will never be the same.” – some poor schlub 😦

^DC Breaks – Gambino^

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Oh…are you not familiar with that “Internet Meme” or Viral Video” or whatever in the fuck they are calling it these days?
Well…then lemme bring ya up to speed!!!

^YouTube Dad freaks out over trolls Consequences will never be the same original^

Ya see? I’m hip. Or hep. Or whatever. I’m “with it.” I’m down with being cool and shit like that. I’m actually a very astute and well read/well spoken motherfucker. And I’m not just saying that. I mean, yeah, I’m saying that. But I mean it. I know all of the jargon that is popular with popular peeps, and I know that peeps are sheeps that give me the creeps. No wait. I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Cause I need to be all subversive and covert with shit like that. That way, you don’t know for sure that you know for sure, until you know for sure. Because I’ll be all like…revealing my evil plan and/or plans to plan evil plans…or at least, I’m planning on it.

Don’t worry…it’s all part of the plan.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

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Enjoying the music?
Welp… let’s fuck that all kinds of up!!!

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Tremendous
1630s, “awful, dreadful, terrible,” from Latin tremendus “fearful, to be dreaded, terrible,” literally “to be trembled at”
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1756, “special vocabulary of tramps or thieves.
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Hong+Kong
former British colony in China, from Cantonese pronunciation of Chinese Xianggang, literally “fragrant port.”
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English – “the people of England; the speech of England,”
Modern – 1580s, “person of the present time”
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Dozens
c. 1300, from Old French dozaine “a dozen,” from doze (12c.) “twelve,” from Latin duodecim “twelve,” from duo “two” + decem “ten”
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Ruts
Vulgar – late 14c., “common, ordinary,” from Latin vulgaris, volgaris “of or pertaining to the common people, common, vulgar, low, mean,” from vulgus “the common people, multitude, crowd, throng,” perhaps from a PIE root *wel- “to crowd, throng”
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Unsprache – “proto-language,” 1908, from German Ursprache, from ur- (see ur-) + sprache “speech” (see speech).
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Good…fucking…luck.
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Up
“that which is up,” 1530s, from up (adv.). Phrase on the up-(and-up) “honest, straightforward” first attested 1863, American English.
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Swag
1650s, “a lurching or swaying,” from swag (v.). Meaning “ornamental festoon” (1794) is said to be probably a separate development from the verb (but see swage). Swag lamp attested from 1966.
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Good…fucking…luck.
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Indicate
1650s, “to point out,” back-formation from indication (q.v.) or else from Latin indicatus, past participle of indicare “to point out, show, indicate.” Especially “to give suggestion of, be reason for inferring” (1706). Related: Indicated; indicating.
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Brand
c. 1400, “to brand, cauterize; stigmatize,” originally of criminal marks or cauterized wounds, from brand (n.). As a means of marking property, 1580s; figuratively from c. 1600, often in a bad sense, with the criminal marking in mind. Related: Branded; branding.
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Wörterbuch
Not as bad as you might think. But that said, anything vaguely “Germanic” but non-specific seems to always bring up “Nazi” or “Nazis”…weird.
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Survive
mid-15c. (implied in surviving), “to outlive, continue in existence after the death of another,”
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Year
Old English gear (West Saxon), ger (Anglian) “year,” from Proto-Germanic *jeram “year” (source also of Old Saxon, Old High German jar, Old Norse ar, Danish aar, Old Frisian ger, Dutch jaar, German Jahr, Gothic jer “year”), from PIE *yer-o-, from root *yer- “year, season” (source also of Avestan yare (nominative singular) “year;” Greek hora “year, season, any part of a year,” also “any part of a day, hour;” Old Church Slavonic jaru, Bohemian jaro “spring;” Latin hornus “of this year;” Old Persian dušiyaram “famine,” literally “bad year”). Probably originally “that which makes [a complete cycle],” and from verbal root *ei- meaning “to do, make.”
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Sixteen instead of 15 random links since Online Etymology Dictionary has neither a “Link Of The Day” nor a random function…so…yeah. Or whatever. Hope it was good for you.
BTW…I took all of the definitions from the first page’s “tremendous” from the “tremendous thanks” bullshit or whatever, and just kinda ran from there.

Not that I’m not thankful for thanks.
I am.
I’m just currently sick and taking liberties with my current handicap(s) to get the sympathy vote.
Might even get me laid.
You might wanna take a raincheck currently tho.
I’m awaiting the results of your bloodwork to make sure you are safe.
Or…that I’m safe from you…I guess would be better stated.

^Audio – Collision^

I put my heart into these things.
I’m sure there are those amongst the more educated, worldly and wise…that would say…
“That doesn’t fucking matter! If your heart is in the wrong place, putting your heart into something render’s that whatever, null and fucking void.”

Really?
Q: Stubbed your toe lately?
A: Say fucking WHAT?!?!?!?
If you wanna get into a quotations pissing contest, I’m pretty sure that I can hold my own.
Yes, you may win…but that’s your objective. Isn’t it?
Not mine. I don’t look at life that way.
Life is not something to be qualified and quantified. That’s already been done for us.
Why waste time and/or effort doing what has been done?
Welp…maybe “wasTing time” is the issue.
Or at least…an issue.
Who the fuck are YOU to tell me what to do with my time.
It is mine afterall.
And you are the dumbass reading this shit.
Q: What are you looking for?
A: … — …
Help?
Oh…but you are persnickity about the source and/or sources of that help.
Hmmm.
Must not be too important if you can choose to be choosy.
Carry on.

^Pendulum – “Propane Nightmares” (Celldweller Remix)^

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Say…I have an idea…

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From today’s featured article…

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An English former footballer who played as a goalkeeper. He played for York City in the Football League and he later worked as a referee.
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Ingrid (Record Label)
A Swedish artist collective and record label founded in 2012. They released their first compilation on Record Store Day in 2012. The collective’s musical work is notable for containing multiple side-projects by its members that do not adhere to the line-ups of their primary ventures; for example, Björn Yttling has a track entitled “Cuban Lips” under the stage name Yttling Jazz on the Ingrid Volym 1 compilation; however, he is also featured as a member of the band Smile along with Teddybears member Joakim Åhlund.
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A commune in the Rhône department in eastern France.
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A title in the Peerage of the United Kingdom. It was created in 1914 for the Scottish Liberal politician Sir Leonard Lyell, 1st Baronet. He had already been created a baronet, of Kinnordy in the County of Forfar, in 1894.
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Do you really eat your boogers?
Q: Why?
A: ???
Seemed like an appropriate question at the time.
Of course, that booger prolly seemed like an appetizing appetizer at the time as well.
And you see where that got us.
Or…you…anyway.
/me shrugs

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^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids (Original Mix)^

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I’ve tried very hard to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.

Why?

Fuck you.

So…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.

Why?

Because she is needing to be taught a lesson in lesson teaching.

So…so…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.

Why?

Eat shit and die!!! Don’t piss me off motherfucker!!!

So…so…so…anyway…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.

Why?

Why?

Did you just ask me why?

Why?

Yeah…why did you ask me why?

Yeah YOU motherfucker!!! Why did you ask me why?
Can you REALLY not see what is happening here?!?!?
What about what IS happening here?
Can you see THAT?!?!?!?
Really?
Yeah…you missed “really” in that last exchange.
O RLY?
YA RLY!

^Andy C – Haunting^

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I get the feeling that Roob really does enjoy editing “this shit” or “my shit” or whatever you wanna call it. She says she does anyway. So…why would I not believe her? I’m not really “intending to make things difficult for her”…that was just a joke. But then, so is my writing…so…I digress.
It appears to me that the limitations of her blog software are more of a pain in the ass than anything. I know that Blogger gives me fucking fits when trying to repost “all my old shit” from the whatchacallit forums. And there are growing pains, and learning curves, and feature(s) deficits, and software limitations, and on and on andonandonandon&non&non&on&on&on. I guess a problem as I see it is control in and of itself. Standards are standard. The problem as I see it, is when you are expected to exceed 100%. And what do I mean by that…you may be asking yourself? Well…

EX: Last Quarter’s revenues were down 10% from the previous quarter.
And yet…those figures for the quarter are still 100% of what they are.

Q: How do you figure growth based on a loss?
A: <le yikes>
Le Yikes indeed.
How do you figure loss based on growth?
Yep…the door swings both ways…but in truth? Yep…we all know that numbers are nothing but fudge.
Whether or not that “fudge” is “shit?”
Well…you get to make that decision…now don’t you?

^Fantastic Bird’s-eye View of New York City! Landing in LaGuardia^

If you watch things…you will see things.

^Lufthansa Airbus A340-600 – spectacular landing at Newark Liberty International Airport^

All you need do…is look.

^Lufthansa A340-300 Dawn Approach, Landing and Taxi in Dusseldorf!^

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So someone that I kinda sorta quasi-know, has been watching this series on Netflix called…
Travelers (TV Series)
The problem that strikes me right off the bat?
Q: If “present-day society” is so fucked up…how did these “travelers” from the future even come to exist?
A: !!!

Yep. What little I have watched has been kinda sorta interesting…but only kinda-sorta. To me, the entirety of the premise of the series presents the paradox itself, because tinkering with the past negates the future. And I’m not talking/thinking in a “totality” kind of way…but yeah. Eventually? Yeah. In totality. There is only so much tinkering that you can do in the past before the present becomes irrelevant. THE PRESENT?!?!?!?!? Yeah…the present. There is an implied simultaneousness there that does not exist. Therefore, the future no longer exists. Only the present. And at some point, even that becomes irrelevant with respect to the future, which means that “the past” no longer exists, so “future” no longer exists, therefore…”the present” no longer exists. This is what I would refer to as “a knot in time.” Yes, there is some embedding there.

“A knot in time” = “A not in time” = no time.

Meaning…nothing exists. Or at least…nothing no longer exists. Meaning everything no longer exists.
Now…some might say that these would be “a microcosm of the macrocosm.” But this would be incorrect. Because everything is connected. That said, I see a “hell” of sorts where these type of interference with “the all” would be dealt with by completely nulling out the existence of such time disruptions. However, thinking about information preservation, it does not completely null out the existence of this loop. It is simply stored in a separate and segregated section and sequence within time in order to protect time itself.

Q: Could it be used as an engine to drive time?
A: Sure. It can and is. But the problem is that time can and will distort only so far before the information becomes disruptive and destructive in a non-constructive way. Therefore…it is “knotted” within the fabric of time itself.
Yeah…hell.
The same shit…over and over and over…forever.
(yeesh)

^Alberto Ruiz – Alien (Original Mix)^

Let’s see what La Vagabonde are up to!!!

^No Autopilot? No Problem. (Sailing La Vagabonde) Ep. 67^

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So…are you sure that you wanna know about “the synchros of time?”
Better be sure.

Because I can tell you that I have spent my entire life avoiding thinking about this kind of shit. That’s why I avoid most of the stuff that I avoid. Not that I “know” anything. But contextually…”knowing” and “proving” are two different animals entirely…aren’t they?
I can’t tell you how or why I know the things that I know. I can only tell you what I know.
And I admit that I am hesitant to do even that.

Why?
Um…there are times when I have hit my knees and begged God…
“PLEASE!!! JUST…MAKE ME SOMEONE ELSE!!!”
“I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING KNOW ALL THIS SHIT I KNOW!!!”
“I DON’T KNOW WHY OR HOW I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!!! I JUST KNOW THAT I DON’T WANT TO KNOW IT!!!”
But I know that I can’t be anyone else.
I know that I can’t unknow what I know.
If I were to un-know what I know?
I would no longer be me.
I’m just…me.
And I am who I am.
And who am I?
I dunno.
Who do you want me to be?

^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game (Hybrid’s LA Blackout Mix)^

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X: Hang in there.
Cade: 😦
X: …

^Knife Party ‘404’^

Luv ya all!
°cYa°
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^Underworld – Born Slippy^

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*I’m still laughing at his first joke… /wipes tear from eye… Ahh… what did you think, Click?*

*I know, right? Weird…*

 

 

Missive from ‘Merica: Crump et Waffles

Oh! */looks embarrassed…* Excuse me, Dear Reader */wipes chin…* I’m afraid you’ve caught me tucking into a giant crumpet…

*Oi! You’re to stay below the rainbow snowflakes, Clicky! /squint… Cade’s provided a wavy wall of words for you to splash about it… /scoops up stray gloop of butter and strawberry jam with finger… Go on, go splash… /sucks finger…*

As I was saying, Dear Reader, my Okie Devil chum from Texas has penned another missive for you, which you will find below. I’ll just let you get on with it whilst I’ll finish eating… */small burp…* my enormous toasted treat. Enjoy!

*/loses rag… I shed bellow, Kicky… /blows crumbs…*

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As I continue on my journey down the ladder to Wizardom, or, Wizard-dumb, as it were…I can’t help but wonder…

Q: Where exactly did this motherfucker begin?

A: ?¿?

I mean, were supposed to be good at shit right? Experts. Wizards. Geniuses. Masters. But we start at zero right? Then work our way up from there? If I was EVER at fucking zero, I’ve long since been kicked off that fucking ladder of ascension, that I have descended so fucking far that no one even knows that I’m there. Just kinda…chillin’…seeing where this shit goes. I mean, they do say that you pass the same people on the way down that you do on the way up. But what if you are a total dumbass like me? Did they give me some kind of grading curve, and start me off at a level that was so far advanced and beyond my abilities “just to help a brother out”…that I had nowhere to go but down? Not that I mind going down on an available female when available…but yeah…when does THAT ever happen? Not that you would know or anything.

But I digress.

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So I watched part of a documentary yesterday on GMOs and Monsanto and other popular corporate whipping post types of companies that are fucking around with this shit…when I got a text message…

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Y: Hi ya!!!
Cade: You smoking pot?
Y: no smoking pot against the law
Cade: Weird. Illegal plants. Doesn't bode well for GMOs eh? ;)
Y: Not so much.

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I guess what really fucking blows my mind, is remembering why I stopping “researching” shit like this in the first place. First, the documentarians and opponents were always ranting at some public protest or rally sounding as if they are ready to grab some torches and a shitload of gasoline, and burn the whole fucking planet down. The proponent are, as usual, mysteriously absent because they refuse/decline to be interviewed and/or are always shown through government channels of being approved for this that or the motherfucking other, or through some sort of documentation from lawsuits or patents or some shit…shrouded behind the laws of commerce through government(s). Ironic that everyone is trying to look under each other’s dresses when pornography is so readily and freely available on The Internet and elsewhere.

The fact that companies are now claiming ownership to plants? Genetically modified and sold as seed and or ready to plant plants/seedlings, or other “spread via natural processes” in neighboring fields via whatever process led to the germination of seeds in proximity to “other man-made processes”…um…I am really REALLY fucking perplexed here. But I’ve been snaking my way through Afghanistan and Turkey and Russia and Europe and North and South America, tracing the flow of certain plants and certain plants’ certain extracts and whatnot…and I’m seeing so many patterns, that I’m not sure what to make of it all other than the obvious.

Think: “Air America” and similar types of channels to be swum or being swum.

Q: When you swim in certain channels and in certain waters, what kind of a fish does that make you?

A: !!!¿?¿?¿!!!

Won’t be long till you own the entirety of The World/Earth/Terra eh?

Q: Then what?

A: …—…

Just a suggestion.

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Air America (Airline) 
Cannabis (Drug) 
Marijuana (Disambiguation) 
Marijuana (Word) 
Missoula, Montana 
Astringent 
Calamine (Redirected from Calamine lotion) 
Calamine (Disambiguation) 
Witch Hazel (Astringent) 
Gallotannin 
Uridine Diphosphate Glucose (Redirected from UDP-glucose) 
Polysaccharide 
Starch 
Adipose Tissue 
Morgellons 
Endothelium (Redirected from Endothelial cell) 
Zinc 
Diamond Cubic 
Gallows 
Gallows (Disambiguation) 
The Maid Freed from the Gallows 
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Birchwood 
Birchwood (Disambiguation) 
Arsenic 
Drywall 
Electromagnetic Shielding 
Electrical Wiring 
Insulation 
Solar Irradiance (Redirected from Insolation) 
Thermal Insulation 
Asbestos 
Isolation 

As we continue to observer the obvious…it would appear to remain obvious that everything is connected. Even when isolated and/or hidden. It’s still connected, it just connected to the disconnect section of connections.

Makes it easier to spot. 🙂
Saccharomyces 
Public University 
Public School 
Private School 
List of State Universities in the United States 
Bacteria 
Cork Cambium 
Metallurgy 
Materials Science 

Lemme stop right there for those who aren’t reading this shit anyway…

Q: What is NOT…”materials science?”

A: ???

Still remembering the observer(s) and time(s)? I sure as shit hope so. Because so far? I can only see one thing that appears to have been designed to last forever. And as far as I can tell? Even that wasn’t designed to last forever. Not in it’s current and present state anyway. That said, there still DOES appear to be that mysterious “data retention” aspect of The Universe that is so fucking self-evident, and so fucking elusive, that it has to be there. I mean…if it isn’t…

Q: How are we having this conversation?

A: I have some/a pretty goddamn good idea(s).

Weird...Eh?

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So yeah…had some more “Earth Shattering” types of revelations/discoveries yesterday and last night, but I can’t write about them here. Why? Um…I’m trying to keep this poor lady’s sanity in mind with respect to just how fucking much babbling I’m prepared to subject her and her own personal blog to. She asked me to write, I was/am flattered, so I’m writing. That said, I don’t wanna disrespect her territory. Just like I didn’t want to disrespect the whatchacallit forums territory. Nor do I try and disrespect any of the blogs or whatever that I comment at’s biz. But I do find it ironic that many of these people and their sites champion the notion of being “crusaders for asking the hard questions”…yet, when it comes to taking the “hard questions” themselves, they tend to be kinda limp and/or wishywashy. Waffley even. I personally think that there is a difference between confusion/being confused and willful dismissal and/or rejection as to the validity of questions and comments and observations. Yes. Difficult questions are difficult. Maybe the difficulty is more widespread than you give it credit for. So widespread, that it may even be evasive and elusive, because you refuse to accept it when it is dropped right in your fucking lap.

Simplify.

Maybe if you take the “difficult” out of “difficult questions”…you’ll just have “questions.”

That “cult” part is more revealing sometimes than it seems eh?

The “diff” between “cult” and “difficult”…may be the questions about questions themselves.

(clever pun goes here...AVERTED!!!)

The video below is the kind of shit that really blows my fucking mind.

Q: How much “nuclear fuel” was actually in this “cask” when this rocket power train smashed into the test truck+cask?

A: Lemme guess…zero.

Kinda…nullifies your result(s) eh?

Q: Who/what else, was missing from this “test.”

A: Is the answer…everyone and everything that was?

Now. Let’s think about time and times over time over time over times. (Seeing as how you fucks are stuck in this goddamn “interdimensionality” bullshit with no regard whatsoever for any of them at all, let alone “the now” in that whole fucking train wreck of a theory that I understand better than most at my own fucking peril….

Q: Do you test every single “nuclear fuel cask” in this way before sending them out into the world?

A: Why not?

I dunno. Maybe a damaged cask would be better out in “the real world” than a brand new “built to precise specifications” cask would be. They sure as shit ain’t routing any “nuclear fuels” through your gated communities are they? Fuck it. If you are gonna ship that shit through my neighborhood every fucking day without my knowledge or consent? Gimme a leaky fucking container. At least that way? When something bad happens? We won’t have a securely sealed ticking time bomb sitting out in my front yard for the next 600,000 years that no one knows what the fuck to do with, because the “nuclear fuel” is so goddamn agitated from the whathaveyou, that it can’t be moved for fear of making the goddamn thing explode.

Chernobyl?

Fukushima?

   Gasses?                               Fluids?

Liquids?

   Seepage in?                      Seepage out?

Tides?

Times?

Legacy?

Legacies?

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I dunno. I gots no answers.

Just a shitload of really irritating questions, and a metric fuckton of time in which to ask them.

Noisy.

For those who may be reading this shit, who are or are not unfamiliar with “my” formula…

∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞

Think of it like this.

1 = The largest large number.

-1 = The largest small number.

Q: What does that make “0”

A: Big.

And if you think THAT is big…you ain’t seen “nothin” yet.

(Pun intended..obviously-ish)

Further explanation = delayed due to weather.

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c\Y/a

c/F\a

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*CLICKY! /peers up and sighs… CLICKY! YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW! /waits and mutters… I should have known… exactly the same as over at Sync Miss… /cups hand to mouth… CLI-*

*-KEY… Oh there you are, you great lummox! Come on, put the timer on and we’ll go to bed… What? …/listens… Yes of course you can come back again tomorrow and splash about some more… /shakes head with bemusement… You’re doing the fucking early shift, Clicky – I’m having a lay in…*