Missive From ‘Merica: ENCORE!!!

A treat for you now, Dear Reader…

*I know! …/claps hands…*

… Cade has sent through another missive, detailing an unexpected invitation and a visit a cemetery… Enjoy! 😀

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WHAZZUP?!?!?!?!???
^twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.

Was just thinking.

I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.

DUDE! That’s $96 a month that you, as an unemployed loser, would have in your pocket if you stopped chewing tobacco.

Q: What about those 30 days? Where would they be?

A: ???
30 days time 24 hours = 720 hours.
720 hours = 43,200 minutes.

Q: What’s your time worth to you?

A: ?¿?

Q: Since when did my time become your time?

A: ¿?¿

Q: Does that make your time my time?

A: ¿¿¿

Got the time?

^Depeche Mode – Policy Of Truth [Beat Box Mix]^

I actually wrote the above thought last week. Today is Wednesday June 21st. It’s 08:45 in the morning on an extremely blue day.

The Crepe Myrtles are blooming like crazy. Two pinks, and two purples. One of the purples is so ridiculously deep, I shake the tree slightly so that some of the blooms will fall among the grass, and the purple contrasts with the green that is absolutely beautiful in the bright sun. Hell, it’s beautiful on an overcast day as well. It almost glows. Whodathunk that a deep purple and a deep green would contrast on a cloudy day to create something that glows?

Anyway, across the street, there are neighbors that have some of these same trees that are various reds, and further down, there are some whites, a blue. When they come out…the entire street looks absolutely stunning. I mean, yeah…it’s still the ghetto

…full of illegal immigrants,

white trash,

niggers,

terrorists,

drug addicts,
unemployed losers who are sucking the government tit dry
and other various assorted hood-rats...

but not everyone can be you.

^Information Society – What’s On Your Mind (Pure Energy) (Club Mix)^

So…dude…why are you writing…yet again…instead of shutting the FUCK up and leaving?

Things change mang and/or mangette.

Such as…yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call. Yeah, all phone calls I receive are unexpected, but this one was from my mother. Yesterday was my younger sister’s birthday, and I had texted her earlier to wish her an HBD, so I figure that her and my mother prolly spoke and there was a comment to the effect of…

“Junebug texted me to wish me a happy birthday…do ya’ll ever talk?”

…hence

…big mamma called me.

But it gets weird from there.

^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^

I dropped by CFrank Davis’ new Smoky-Drinky chatroom and irritated the fuck out of everyone with my spitting and ugly-assed face. I didn’t even think about it until Frank made a recording of it…at which point I realized that the mic from my headset is right by my goddamn pie-hole, and I’m spitting into a cup. I must admit that the reverb was/is amazing.

Lolz

Anyway…watching that guy play the theme from The Terminator movie in the video above, and thinking about telling people what they can and cannot do…it got me to thinking about things that we do that we may not realize that we do. Especially if it is something that we do that someone else does NOT do, or maybe even something that they also do…they just do it differently.

Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.

OH! You don’t?

Quick Observation: It says RIGHT FUCKING THERE on the toothpaste tube label…’Do not swallow’.

You might wanna read the label, chief.

The short being…yeah…I guess you do spit afterall.

I spit quite a bit, and not just because I chew tobacco. Meaning: I spit a lot, and don’t drink much. I will sometimes keep snuff in my mouth most of the day, and do not drink while I have a wad of tobacco in my mouth.

But then again…I have difficulty with swallowing. My mouth and throat are pretty much devoid of much of the machinery that aids with the mastication and swallowing process(es)…but you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, why would you? You’re only worried about my spit when in comes out. You couldn’t give a shit about any of my difficulties, so long as they are “my difficulties” and not “your difficulties.”

^Level 42 – Something About You – Razormaid ( Remastered )^

Just thinking about how to better describe elements as facilitators of energy, and not so much as sources of energy, in the way we like to think of them. Reason being is that I see the creation of large tympanic/temp-panic types of membranes at points of collision, within some of these reactions, that are being generated by high energy machines.

And I'm not just talking about colliders and/or accelerators, nor even explosive devices. 

And what I have been seeing more and more is a 4-pointed star embedded within a torus. I think what is being missed, is that for every calculation “inside” as to the resulting set and sets, is the calculations “outside”, that make the resulting set and sets calculations inside…possible. Not trying to be vague there, but I have no idea how else to describe it.

For every single calculation set for a specified purpose, is a coexisting secondary set that makes the calculation of the first set possible.

Layers. Does that help?
^Trentemøller: Moan (Official music video)^

MA: I was going to drive and and visit your uncle’s grave this afternoon. You wanna ride along?

CADE: Sure.

MA: Really?!?!? You do?!?!?

CADE: Yesssss….

MA: Well…um…ok…that’s…good. Are you dressed?

CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.

MA: …

CADE: Yes mother…I am in fact…dressed/wearing clothes.

MA: OK…well…um…I’m still getting dressed and putting my makeup on.

CADE: Just tell me a time, and I’ll be ready.

It’s about 20 miles out to the cemetery where he is buried. She said that she had not been out to visit in a while, and also needed to check as to the location of 4 additional plots that she owns in this particular cemetery, as she is going to sell them.

CADE: These 4 plots are not currently occupied…right?

MA: They better not be.

I had my smartass on the whole way out there, and we laughed and cutup at the usual stupidity and ridiculousness of life. She couldn’t remember which road to exit on, so every single road that passed, she was SURE that we had missed the exit.

CADE: You know mom…that’s the good thing about panic. It teaches us how not to.

MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!

CADE: Whatever you say.

MA: <laughs>

CADE: At every exit missed, there is another exit down the line. We can turn around.

MA: Actually, I think it’s further up. I don’t think we’ve missed the exit.

CADE: Well, if we have missed the exit, at least there’s been no shortage of exits we’ve missed.

MA: I was just really surprised that you wanted to come out here with me.

CADE: Why is that?

MA: I don’t know. I just figured you wouldn’t want to come.

CADE: So what are you planning on doing out here today with these 4 grave sites you own? Are you gonna put up a sign that says “COMING SOON!!!” or something?

MA: <laughs>…noooooo…I just want to know where they are. I don’t know where they are. I want to be able to advertise where they are.

CADE: Sounds like a good policy to have with respect to unoccupied graves that potentially could have your name on them…not knowing where they are.

MA: We bought them, me and your father did, to have in the event that someone died and had no place to be buried.

CADE: Smart thinking. I’m glad they remain open and unoccupied.

I sure hope that I personally have not been a disappointment in that regard.

^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^

The conversation in this Smoky-Drinky chatroom has been quite good, I think. I prefer to listen more than speak, but yeah…damned interesting stuff. Lots of people trying to figure shit out. But I have noticed lots of numbers being used within the context of certain scopes. Percentages. Odds. Averages. Lotta columns to think about there. I wonder if they’ll stand? LET’S SEE!!!

1 = 1.

 500,000 = 1.

 73% = 1.

        27% = 1.

       100% = 1.

        1 v 1

Yep...that's all there is.

Mystery = WHATEVER! Let’s Us Continue, Eh?

^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^

We spent about 30 minutes wandering through the cemetery in the hot afternoon sun looking for my uncle’s grave. Watching my mom hobble around on her bum foot eventually got to be too much for me, and I suggested maybe that she wander her hobbly-footed ass back to the car, drive up to the information center, and they should be able to point us to within 1/2 mile or so of his approximate location. Not that I minded wandering through the cemetery. I read many of the names aloud as I read and pondered the lives that lay before my feet.

Many years, and many miles traveled. Many promises of “together forever” on many of these tombstones. However, I started to notice a trend of many “side-by-side” types of graves, that one side had an “occupied” and one side had a “reserved”, that appeared as tho it was always going to remain empty. There was a name and a birth date, but no death date. I started to crunch some numbers in my head, based on the birth dates, odds of still living, odds of remarrying or finding someone else in life, and then started to make mental notes as to just how many of these spaces there were…and there were a LOT of them. An unusually high amount of them considering the smallness of this particular cemetery.

I guess maybe we do stumble across others sometimes in life. I don’t think that is a bad thing. Then again, I just celebrated 2 months of being divorced. Not that I am looking for anyone, but I am certainly not NOT looking…just…whatever or something.

/shrug
^Get Far – Shining Star (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^

So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.

Dad born on 8-8, older sister died on 8-8.

There are 365 days in a year. What are the odds that a daughter dies on the same day her father was born? What if they both died of cancer? What the FUCK does cancer have to do with someone’s birthday?

I just remember how cold it was the day that we buried my uncle back in 1999. He died on Elvis Presley’s birthday…January 8th. Weird considering that my uncle was a HUGE Elvis fan. He had loads of rock-n-roll records from the 1950’s, and played a large role in introducing me to music from that period of time, when most of my other musical relatives had moved on to The Who, The Beatles and Pink Floyd. I personally like music from the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but I also hate it. I attribute most of the music from that period…not to love…but to violence.

Q: I wonder how much information weighs?

A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Yeah…I wonder how much information weighs. Gotta keep that contextual, since we are entities residing in gravity. Or, at least, residing within an arc of gravity that makes gravity a little more contextually pertinent, applicable and tangible.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (All Out Remix)^

MA: You are?!?!?

CADE: Yeah. Leaving next Monday. Whatshername is driving up to Oklahoma to go gambling, and I’ve asked her if she would drop me in Gainsville on her way up.

MA: Where are you going?

CADE: West.

MA: Do you have somewhere to go?

CADE: Yeah…west.

Ma: I mean…do you have somewhere to stay? A job opportunity?

CADE: Just looking. I wanna drop by Vernon and say hi to Granny before I head out further west. I may even head by Frederick since I’ve never been back there.

MA: Junior…I’ve been planning a trip to Vernon and Frederick for some time.

CADE: You have?

MA: Yes. I’m writing my memoirs. “So-and-so” and her daughter still live in Vernon, and they’ve been pestering me for some time to come and visit.

CADE: Oh really? I didn’t know she was still alive. Her daughter is about my age isn’t she?

MA: No, I think she was your older sister’s age.

CADE: Ah. Well…I seem to remember her now. Her husband is the one that had every disease known to mankind isn’t he?

MA: Yes. They did all kinds of testing and treatments and radical new therapy types on him.

CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.

MA: Until he couldn’t meet the physical requirements. Then county sheriff. Local police.

CADE: Anyone that would take him within his profession/trade and skill set.

We always had a lot of law enforcement types in and around our family. Lots of guns, lots of former military, lots of crazy stories. Prolly why I liked that movie “No Country For Old Men” so much. It’s setting in time brings back a lot of memories of violence in a violent time. Weird time for a kid to grow up in. Lots of movements and moving, lots of clashes and clashing.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

CADE: OH SHIT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!

MA: Yeah…she was next in line for the inheritance, and she never had any children of her own. All of her children were adoptive children from her husband who already had children, got divorced, then remarried you great-aunt.

CADE: OMG!!! lolz…and all of the adopted children got all of the money, and all of the “family” children were left with nothing. lolz…I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that!!!

MA: There was a lot of turmoil. Lots of bitterness.

CADE: The kids of the kids felt that she should be excluded, because she had no children “of her own.” And if she died…

MA: All rights and monies died with her, and all rights and future monies became property of the corporation.

CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.

MA: Do you remember that money I gave you a few years ago?

CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…

MA: I think each one of the children got a little under $400 each. It was a little under $1,200 total.

Cade: Yeah…that’s right. I remember that. It wasn’t much, but we needed it and it was welcome.

MA: I think that your great-aunt was getting somewhere around $100,000 every 3 years from the oil company.

CADE: That’s not very much considering what the oil companies were making.

MA: That’s still a lot of money.

Cade: Yeah…but so what. It’s all gone.

Not much of a trickle down from those who came before me. And yeah, it would have been cool to have a check for 5 billion dollars to suddenly appear in the mail. But I’m looking at the legacy aspect from a perspective that many don’t share. Which is weird, considering sharing is always on the minds of those who want me to share THEIR opinion and views on things. I mean, I see your point. I see your opinion. I understand it. I just do not agree that you opinion is right for me personally. Do you REALLY not see the irony in what you are asking of me, and yet refusing to give/provide in return?

MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”

CADE: No she wasn’t. She wasn’t an actual <family name withheld>…she married into the family.

MA: No…she didn’t.

CADE: That’s what she told me when I spoke to her. Hell…I met her online, and contacted her via email to help her fill in some of the gaps in the family tree she was building online.

MA: Well…it turns out that she was an honest to goodness <family name withheld>…but she was…um…

CADE: A bastard?

MA: <sheepishly> The result of an extra-marital affair.

CADE: HOLY SHIT!!! That’s AWESOME!!! It all makes fucking sense now!!! THAT’S why she was so fucking interested in her “married-into side” of the family!!! It WAS her family…but they rejected her!!! SHE’S THE OTHER BLACK SHEEP!!!

MA: She’s dead now.

CADE: <thinking silently to self> No she isn’t. ❤

Thanks for everything you told me <name withheld>…I will do all I can to carry that information well.

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit (Mulder Exclusive Mix)^

CADE: So…mom…how does it feel to be 80 years ancient?

MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?

CADE: OMG!!! I forgot that her and <sister’s name withheld> shared a birthday.

MA: She’s 80 today.

CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.

MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?

CADE: lolz…20 years ago?

MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.

CADE: I did not know that. Or maybe I just don’t remember. <har>

MA: And so-and-so has dementia. He still works as an attorney…but he has dementia. And so-and-so and their kids live up north now. They all play music.

CADE: That’s cool.

MA: You know that so-and-so and her family are here in Dallas now.

CADE: How in the hell would I know that? I don’t talk to anyone/no one talks to me.

MA: You don’t ever check the web?

CADE: I’ve not been on my Facebook page in years. No one cares. And that’s OK. Everyone has their own lives /shrug

MA: Oh…they do to care.

CADE: Weird. You know…I’m stupid…so…there’s that.

MA: You aren’t stupid. You are like your father…smart, have a big heart, and funny.

CADE: Um…how many sons do you have. Cause I KNOW you aren’t talking about me.

MA: I only have one son…SON…and that’s you.

CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤

MA: Are you really leaving? What are you gonna do?

CADE: Mom…I cannot tell you what I don’t know. I also cannot tell you what I DO know over the course of a few sentences, any better or more thoroughly than I’ve already done. I’ve been planning this departure for quite some time. I have no answers for you.

MA: I don’t understand how you expect to survive.

CADE: Neither do I. BUT!!! I do expect to survive regardless of the how’s. I’ll figure it out.

MA: Can I hug you?

CADE: No.

We hugged, I told her to keep me posted on her Vernon trip, let me know before Monday.

MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?

CADE: Because I don’t want to be walking on the fucking psychopathic highways and byways of Dallas fucking Texas, and get murdered by a fucking car…again. The further I can get away from Dallas…the better.

MA: OK.

She handed me a $20 bill, which I accepted.

It was a great time.

I am thankful for it.

^depeche mode – the things you said (1987)^

So…we’ve got a big-assed membrane that somehow develops in an area proximate to where there are certain..erm…goings on…if you will.

Q: How does something…just…materialize?!?!?!?

A: Gee...I dunno. How does something just...materialize?

Anyway…yeah…when you start getting angular and less “3-dimensional” in a 7-dimensional space…suddenly…you can have energies traversing HUGE distances in some extremely short periods of time. Vast distances, at ridiculous speeds, that make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the frameworks of your theories, laws, and calculations.

Q: Seeing a trend yet?

A: ?!?!?

I’m just wondering how in the FUCK you expect me to talk specifics in a space such as the one that we are currently occupying. YEAH DUMBASS!!! THIS BLOCK OF SPACE RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!! HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I CRAM THE MECHANICS OF ALL EXISTENCE INTO THIS SPACE RIGHT…FUCKING…HERE?!?!?!?! I have no idea what your questions are. The best I can do, is forgo questions in their entirety, and tell you what I know. As a result … yeah … generalities … and a fucking FUCKTON of them.

EX: Do you like to fuck?

Me neither.

Let’s fuck and see what we can do to remedy this fucking issue with respect to not enjoying something that prolly should be enjoyable.

I’ll try and be good at it.

Hell…we may even like it.

😛

(no promises tho)

^ATTLAS – I Need You More^

Chances.

Chances…and taking them.

What are the odds?

Keep them in the 1 v 1 realms, and suddenly, the odds go out the fucking window.

50/50 = 1 v 1

Q: Which one do you want?

A: 
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^

If you want assurances and surety…I suggest you go take a piss.

Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?

A: ???

I doubt that any of it wound up on the ceiling unless you specifically and intentionally directed it there. There may have been some small bits that may have not gone EXACTLY where you wanted them to go…but wasn’t there toilet paper available to deal with these?

Which…that reminds me of something I once saw written on a bathroom wall above a urinal…

No matter how, you shake and dance…

The last two drops, are going in your pants.

Yeah…the fact that you have a bathroom/toilet to piss in, and that bathroom is located within a house that allows you the privacy to piss in privacy that is extra extra private and secure? Good for you. I hope everything comes out OK. 😉

^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^

This new wrinkle of my mother writing her memoirs and planning a trip along the some of same lines that I am about to travel…puts a fucking knot in my head.

She offered to drive me there. Asked me if I wanted to tag along on her trip. Which I wouldn’t mind doing…but I have no idea when she is planning to go. I had no idea that she quit her job as church pianist two months ago. But then again, why would I? We don’t talk much on the phone…and when we do…it’s all about assurances and plans and planning and planning for the future, and being better prepared and all kinds of shit that doesn’t always jibe with me in the way that she thinks it should. I mean…what in the FUCK am I going to do with some giant pile of money when I am 70 years old, and too busted up and fucked up to spend it in a way that was enjoyable?

That was the point in saving it…right? So you could retire, relax, and enjoy the good life? Well…what about all of that shit that you missed while preparing to enjoy life?

MA: I was a terrible mother.

CADE: Um…no you weren’t.

MA: Yes I was. I was a witch. Violent and angry.

CADE: You aren’t now.

MA: But I was then.

CADE: Then isn’t now.

MA: I know that, but that doesn’t change what I was.

CADE: Sure it does. What was, was, so that what is, can be.

I dunno. I think it’s just that simple. Or at least, it can be.

Whatever works tho.

^Sasha – Rooms^

I guess my mother is afraid that I’ll wind up sucking dicks at truck-stops and rest-stops for money.

Don't worry mom...I don't want that either.

I wouldn’t be any good at it, prolly wouldn’t make much.

Not that I've thought about that or anything.

The literature is kinda …vague… on how necessary that practice really is.

I guess it depends on how hungry you are.

Literature.

Litterature.

Hmmmmm….might make a good title for a book.

Or at least, part of a title of a good book.

Prolly already been done tho…so…meh…ain’t gonna Google it.

^Alan Walker – Faded^

cYa | cFa

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

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*/thinks… Didn’t Eminem have an album called Encore, Clicky…*

*Oh… that sounds like that Ali G’s song… /frowns… Fuck it, Clicky, give us something I can sing along to…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Sum Weight ‘Ugo

Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?

That was the last line of a new post put up by Hugo at The Probe yesterday. A few days before that, TNT put up a post at The Lab, that had some focus on ‘Cooper’. And in between, Red Frank’s MEROVEE post featured…

So last night, there was an almighty fuck up at the Oscars, w(h)ere the wrong picture was announced winner of the Best Film statuette. ‘La La Land’ were given it, but it was meant for ‘Moonlight’…

zero-hedge-pwc-apologises-for-oscars-fuck-up

Also last night, The Underdog posted about his battle with an intractable pelmet…

pelmet-definition

oscar-nicole-kidman-handclap

*Her palms don’t look fucking small to me, Clicky…*

Cade also sent me a missive last night, which the LoL presents for you, below. Can fewer words have more weight? You decide, Dear Reader… Catch you at the bottom…

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Grabity has gone somewherz elses that is not here.

Q: I wonder where here will go now that grabity si gone?

A: ?¿?

Prolly somewherez elses. But that’s just a guess.

An uneducated guess…of course.

FYI

I guess that I’m wondering about temperature and temperatures. I’ve long held that friction is what makes The Universe go. Yes…in more ways than one. But cha gotta give a little to get a little. Or…you can give a little…then just…chill.

OH! And sorry to start off so rapidly and verbosely today.

I had an idea about temperature(s) with respect to matter(s) and energy/energies, and I don’t wanna forget it like I tend to forget about most shit that I think about. At least until I remember them. And some people are hung up on “pertinence”…so…let’s see if “temperature” is pertinent.

^Hybrid – Dogstar^

So…good day to you citizen(s).

How is the weather where you be is at?

What is the temperature where you is be at?

T-EMP-ER-AT-UR-E

I think I spelled almost all of most of some of that correctly.

Temperature.

< 98.6°F <
> 98.6°F >
< 98.6°F >
> 98.6°F <
^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Official Video)^

Q: R U HOT?

A: I YAM. (not)

I mean…I wish I was hot. But I am not. So let’s continue to think in the vein and veins and realm and realms of temperature and temperatures. But in order to do so, we must be complete-ish in our thoughts and thinking. So…let’s just cut right to the chase and think…”birth to death.”

So yeah…engineering and design.

We’ll develop the idea(s) from there.

^Imagine Dragons – Radioactive^


So irrespective of whether you’ve read any of my previous bullshit, I’ll go ahead and repeat myself here about some thoughts that I have had with respect to things like brake pads, and the materials that they are made from. Afterall, these things are built to fail. That’s how they work. They are designed to wear out and wear off. Remove “the old ones” when they are no longer effective, and slap some new ones on…good as new. However, the primary question that I have posed is…

Q: Where does that shit that wears off…go?

A: ¿?¿

Yep. That may be a good plan for a while, but how long is that while when we are traversing uncharted territories?

And more than that, what about when those uncharted territories become charted? Common…even.

Accepted?

Acceptable?

Are we keeping track of unacceptable when sailing the seas of the acceptable?

Afterall, these devices are made of and from materials whose primary purpose is to regulate and/or control and/or divert or reduce heat. Asbestos, carbon-fiber, ceramic(s)…all kinds of crazy whacked out shit, that some are trying to make more and more versatile and/or efficient.

So…when going from “particulate” to “particulate” over time, how well are we tracking this shit?

ARE we even tracking it?

Are we able to track it?

I bet someone is gonna have to at some point.

That's just a guess tho.
^The Thrillseekers – Synaesthesia [original] [1999] [epic trance]^


So I guess I need to bring up anti-freeze, windshield washer fluid, aircraft de-icing fluid(s) and shit like that since we are talking about temperature(s) and shit like that. Because some temperatures are hot, and some are cold. But first, let’s think about body temperature and the regulating of body temperatures with respect to….Asbestos. So…think “Mesothelioma”…since it’s a type of lung cancer that is caused by asbestos.

Q: Can lung tissue(s) properly regulate temperature when and where Asbestos or any other temperature resistant and/or temperature regulating particulate matter/material(s) exist?

A: !!!

Yeah…I’ll simplify that.

Q: Can your body properly regulate temperature when you have temperature regulating shit that isn’t supposed to be there…exists?

A: Yeah…at the cellular level, up and down. Meaning both size AND temperature.

I dunno. Seems to me maybe that…if a microscopic sliver of Asbestos exists in your lung or any other tissues, the cells might just have difficulty figuring out how to accurately perform cell division and or normal cell function.

Q: Ready to talk about Strontium now? Spall…even?

A:

That’s what I thought.

Me either.

Let’s do it anyway.

^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^

So in order to think about what I am thinking about with respect to Strontium and Spall in and around nuclear detonation(s) and/or nuclear reactions of the…erm…”acute variety”…since Strontium in these cases tends to head straight to the bone and stop…think about crystals and crystalline structures, salts, fats/oils…and…friction. Specifically…friction welding. Keep X-Rays and Gamma Rays on the brain while watching the following on friction welding…if you so choose to watch it.

^Ultimate car brake test video (Explosion!)^

Oh…I’m sorry. That was those crazy Finnish idiots over at Beyond The Press finding shit to tear up during the long boring winter.

“Nevermind the mosquitoes…”

Anyway…erm…here’s a video on friction welding if you are interested.

Oh, and I love the comment on the preceding video after the brake rotor/disk flies apart…

@06:46 into the video….”THIS WENT REALLY WELL!”

lolz
^Hypnotic Video Inside ¦¦ Welding movement ¦¦ Friction welding^
  • So why would Strontium “weld” itself to bone upon entering the human body?
  • Welp, ain’t there Calcium and Phosphorus and Nitrogen and Oxygen and shit like that in them there bones?
  • Ain’t there like Iron and shit like that in the blood/body? I mean, the body is under a lot of pressure and pressures right?
  • What about when a combination of Gamma and X-Rays blast through the body preceding the arrival of said Strontium?
  • Don’t we need to also think about Microwaves and radar and conductive materials and convection and temperature regulation(s) on all kinds of scales?
  • Especially depending on the origin and origins of “the nuclear fuel(s)” being used?
  • Especially when thinking about things like Cobalt and Steel?

I dunno. I’m a dumbass. Just…brainstorming.

^Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know? (Official Video)^


Thinking about spins and spalls, I just wonder how many times a particle may change direction, directions and spin(s) when in a “detectable” motion, and what about after that particle and or particles are no longer detectable by “detector A” and/or “detection method A”? Because now we are talking about “radiation”…which means a different type of spin and spins, that…within the human body…has just gotten even MORE dynamic due to the spins and flows and motion(s) within the human body and its materials/membranes. So thinking about THAT

Q: How well does the body regulate its temperature with radioactive materials inside of it?

A: “Hotspots?” … “Coldspots?” … “Isolated Spots…where the temperature can no longer be regulated properly?”

So…mutation.

So…DNA.

So…let’s talk about Teflon in the bloodstream.

^MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS – THRIFT SHOP FEAT. WANZ (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^


Actually, I’m not gonna talk about Teflon. If you wanna look it up yourself…feel free. Look up lead cookware while you are at it. It appears that some of our ancestors used that shit to no ill effect. I mean yeah…they’re all dead…but we don’t know what killed them all. We can’t assume the lead cookware killed all of them.

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

I dunno. Maybe there are people everywhere that are already aware of and/or thinking about shit like this. But I do know this. I shouldn’t have to wait until I or someone else gets sick to find out that someone else was already aware of this shit. I mean…how much do you really need to know about weapons and weaponizing to know that it ain’t no fucking good.

I gots no answers. Only a few things that get me by when thinking about shit like this.

Time and times.

A purpose to every one.

^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^


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<nothing to see here...carry on>
^Glorious (Hybrid Mix)^

I guess I just never really see the body as something that is ever not in motion.

Rest? Sure.

Work? Sure.

But we are here…and we seem to be alive…and until that changes, I don’t see a need to panic or freak the fuck out.

Am I pissed? Sure.

I’m I hurting. Yep.

Do I care? I think so.

But some decisions, I don’t get to make do I?

Learning is always scary…always.

Because you cannot unlearn something that you have learned.

Yep. You can change it.

Augment it.

Rearrange it.

But that “something” that you originally learned will always be there.

Feel free to add all sorts of analogies there as to fading and dusty and whatever floats your boat. Knowledge sure scares the shit out of me. Especially that shit that I”m not sure what to do with. Most of the time, I keep it to myself and marvel at it from as pure of a “discovery” type of light as I can. But…there is always a pulse to that whatever it is. A reason as to why I needed to know that whatever. Even if that reason is simply…inspiration.

Q: I wonder how much “information” and/or “knowledge” weighs?

A: It weighs on me pretty heavily.

But…that’s just me.

/me shrugs

^The Glitch Mob – Fortune Days^

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<nothing goes here...cept this>
^will.i.am – Scream & Shout ft. Britney Spears^


Travel Well.
Be Safe.

^The Smiths LIVE May 18, 1985 Nowhere Fast^


-c\Y/a-

*°-∞-°*

-c/F\a-

^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Official Video)^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Thoughtful Man has a favourite new tune, so until next time… Have a Song ❤

Missive from ‘Merica: Just A Little Bit… */Rawr…*

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GETTING THERE!!!

it’s…like…

PART OF THE BEST PART OF THE PROCESS…

   …of like

...BEING THERE!!!

Or some shit like that.

Sometimes…

shit is like…

CRAZY DANGEROUS in a SEVERE kinda way!

^Crazy dangerous takeoff 767 in severe storm!!^


Q: If I am “supposed to have” an opinion, what makes that opinion mine?

A: ???

Lemme guess. Now that “we’ve” narrowed down that I am supposed to have an opinion, I am now going to be presented with a list of opinions to have regarding this opinion.

Am I even close on this one?

Do I even need to be here for this?

That pesky-assed word “negligible” keeps buzzing around in my crazy-assed head.

^Orbital – Belfast (Sasha Vs The Light Remix)^


So if someone asks me “do you hear voices”…how in the FUCKING FUCK am I supposed to answer that question? And also, why is this a YES/NO or MULTIPLE-CHOICE question instead of FILL-IN-THE-BLANK? Because I wanna know what voice(s) hear my answer.

Man…and people think that I’m a fucking lazy worthless scumbag.

Who comes up with this shit?
^All U Ever Want (Original Mix) – Deadmau5 & Billy Newton^

I shouldn’t have to tell you…that I personally do not wear underwear.
But I don’t…(wear underwear that is)…but it’s not something that I can explain.
It’s something that needs to be experienced first-hand, or just…something you have to see to believe.

Anyway…

…earlier tonight, I was running around in my underwear, and thought…

“Man…this would prolly make a lot more sense if I was actually wearing underwear.”

I know, I know…you are prolly thinking…

“Welp…we’ve all been there eh?”

See? We aren’t so different after all.

We're all naked on the inside.

So yeah, all that to say…

…HERE DUMBASS!!! LEARN SOME SHIT ABOUT WINGS REAL QUICK!!!

^Here’s Why Wings Don’t Fall Off Airplanes^

So it’s like 22:11 on Thursday night, which means that tomorrow is prolly gonna be Friday for most of the day. I started drinking pretty early this morning and passed out for a coupla hours this afternoon, then got up around 16:00 and bumbled around YouTube for a while looking for some new music. And now, I’m sitting here typing this bullshit and just decided to start drinking again.

Good thing she dumped my looser-ass eh?

I guess the fact that I’ve been left out of the entirety of the process, and am afforded no decisions whatsoever? Yeah…most people would prolly bust a spring. But I’ve kinda felt this way my entire life. At least with respect to situations like this. We seem to only be afforded the choices and or options that others allow us to have, depending on the situation.

For example, whatshername had repeatedly told me that she was in no way, shape or form going to pay for an attorney to get a divorce. Which said to me, that at some point, yeah…she’s gonna get an attorney, and file.

And yep…that’s what she has done. Not that it takes a rocket scientist to figure that out, but it’s not that simple.

I don’t mind “agreements” changing. What I do mind, is not being allowed to participate. If you are going to dictate terms just because “you have the upper-hand”…erm…when did this become a pissing contest?

Like she’s doing me a favor by getting an attorney herself, but then dictating that I cannot show up at court representing myself because her attorney fees will go up. Plus, her attorney is urging her to tell the court that I work somewhere making some minimum wage, just for child support purposes. Well…I don’t. I don’t have a job, and I refuse to go on disability. (Assuming I could even get it) But yeah, I’m pretty fucked up…so I could get it. But that would be like a death-sentence to me.

I’ve worked my ass off to try and get better. And I am better. Unfortunately, there is no “cure” for a fucked up work record…irrespective of the reason(s) for it.

I’m a 49 year old liability…
…and that’s not liable to change.

^Deadmau5 – Moar Ghosts ‘n Stuff (Ft. Rob Swire) [Vocal Mix] (1080p) || HD^


OK…there…I dumped…

Q: You feeling better now?

A:

Anyway, it’ll all be over tomorrow. So yeah…I can kinda talk about some stuff now. Although, I wouldn’t count on me to say much more on the subject.

Ya...srsly.
^(HD) Deadmau5 – Turning Point^

Remember that “if the glove don’t fit, you must acquit” business?

If the survey says you must omit

…you musta quit.

Or…you’re prolly about to.

I guess it’s who we quit and when and where and why and how that matters eh?

Not much there to think about.

You'll get over it.
^Secondcity – ‘I Wanna Feel’ (Official Video)^


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I sure as shit ain’t innocent in all of this bullshit. I’m an asshole. I’m short, sharp, ask direct questions, and I give direct answers. I mean…if you ask me a question, and don’t want to know my answer…

Q: Why ask?

A: Ironic eh?

Meh…it’ll all be over with soon.

I got that skiing trip to look forward to.

I mean, I won’t be there…but they will.

🙂
^Scissor Sisters – Let’s Have A Kiki – Instructional Video^

W…T…F?!?!?!?

LOL!!! The following video? The song was pretty cool, but then…I started watching the video. ROFL. People are idiots. I’m gonna have nightmares forever now.

THANKS INTERNET!!!
^Duck Sauce – Big Bad Wolf (Official Music Video)^


So I broke down and put some underwear on, and started running around…and thinking…

“MAN! This would prolly make more sense if I was actually running around!”

And speaking of…yeah…to my knowledge…there was no “running around” that was going on in mine and whatshername’s marriage. I never did. I was shocked that she ever wanted anything to do with me. I mean…how in the FUCK does an ugly motherfucker like me ever get laid in the first place. “Personality” is how it has been described to me. Apparently, I have “a charming one, with a “rare” honesty and direct straightforwardness.” O RLY?!?!? You mean…the same one that is sometimes described as “a really bad attitude on an asshole that is mean as FUCK?”

Yeah…honesty will get you killed. EX:

Q1: Does this dress make my ass look big?
A1: No. But your ass makes that dress look small.
Q1: Does this dress make my ass look big?
A2: No. It just doesn’t hide your natural dimensions as well as some of your other clothing choices.

I mean…what the fuck kinda question is that?

Don’t use me as your lightning rod. Or do. Whatevz. I just work here.

^R3hab & NERVO & Ummet Ozcan – Revolution (Official Music Video)^

AH!!! A question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: So Cade, why weren’t you trying to save your marriage instead of trying to save the world?

A: GREAT QUESTION!!! I dunno. What do you think? I mean like, what do you think I should have done? I mean like…specifically. We can’t go back, ‘cept maybe for like…a visit or something. So yeah…what would you suggest that I have done differently? And speaking of which…why don’t you focus on saving your own whatever instead of telling me how to save my own whatever….K?

I’m sorry…that prolly sounded kinda…shitty…eh?

I only get one vote of two with respect to decision-making. And if mine differs from hers, or hers differs from mine? Yeah…there’s a good chance that someone is about to get nullified. Suddenly…everything is compromise. But…that’s OK. I went into this whathaveyou under that assumption. A partnership. Meh….we only get one life. That includes her and hers. There’s always gonna be winners and losers. I prefer to lose. It’s how I win. It’s hard to explain. But I dunno. Maybe you understand that concept better than you think you do.

^Karen Harding – Say Something^


I don’t think that it’s the good that makes the bad, nor the bad that makes the good.

It’s the whatever that makes the whatever, whatever it is.

^Krewella – Enjoy the Ride^

I can tell you this…that ski trip wouldn’t be happening were things to have transpired any differently up to this point.

Put that in your second-guessing pipe and smoke it.

^Better Off Alone^

Don’t “miss me”…I’ll be here always.

:-|-:
^Format:B – Chunky^


A special thanks to Roob for putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to keep writing.

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

…and miles to go before I sleep…

…and miles to go before I sleep…

Keep On Truckin’ World

cYa
cFa
^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Lyric Video)^
^Dirty Vegas – “Days Go By” (Original version)^

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*Hello! I’m Home… /stamps feet… OMG it’s fucking cold out there! …/shrugs off coat… Thanks Clicky! …/pats snout… Oh it’s warm in here… /chuckles… So, what mischief have you been up to whilst I was out there… /points… freezing my arse off?*

*Okay, slow down… /rubs hands over the library fire… Cade sent a missive? …/stops rubbing hands… You did WHAT?! …/looks up slowly… Clicky!! …/:O…*

*/Harumphs… Saved by the cute… /tuts… You really shouldn’t rely on the children to save your bacon… /squints… They get old… /sigh… Well then, I’d better go read the latest… If you’ve fucked it up, Clicky… /warms buttocks on library chair… Well go on then, assistant, go make us a cuppa… /lights up… *