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*So ‘elp me… /rolls eyes… Gawd, Clicky, this could be a long one. ‘Ow should we begin?*
*Yes! Funny man… /flicks ash… No, hold on – weren’t the Nazis a crocodile?*
*That’s an underdog strategy, Clicky… /smirks… Bite ’em in the Balkans…*
*Nearly an ‘our an episode, Clicky… /drags… It’s like compressing World War 2 into a single day…*
*Alright, smarty pants, but there’s a lot less detail in 7 minutes…*
*Ha! The emergence of sharks and evolution of teeth at 10:11, and crocodiles appear at 11:05. Not a fucking Nazi to be seen…*
*The Chinese are Communists, knot Nazis, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*Oh ‘ardly, Clicky – the Internet utilizes both effectively…
*Ugh! Possibly too effectively …/yawns stretchily… Time to wrap this shambles up me finks, Clicky…*
*To be honest, you’d be ‘ard-fuckin’-pressed to not see a single country in the world today that isn’t governed by parties, or ‘as opposition parties, all pulled straight out the ‘socialist fuzzy bucket’…*
*Yes, we’re done, Clicky…*
*Interesting, Clicky, but to be honest I was thinking more about dance…*
two-step (n.) dance style, 1893, from two + step (n.); so called for the time signature of the music (as distinguished from the three-step waltz). But as the positions taken by the dancers involved direct contact, it was highly scandalous in its day and enormously popular.
A certain Division of an Auxiliary gave a dance not long since. I went and looked on. What did they dance? Two-step, two-step and two-step. How did they dance? When we used to waltz, we clasped arms easily, took a nice, respectable position, and danced in a poetry of motion.
Now, girls, how do you two-step? In nine cases out of ten the dear girl reposes her head on the young man’s shoulder, or else their faces press each other. He presses her to his breast as closely as possible, and actually carries her around.
Disgraceful? I should say so. Do you wonder at the ministers preaching on dancing as a sin, when it looks like this to a woman like myself who believes in dancing and has danced all her life? Mothers, as you love your girls, forbid them to dance after this manner. [letter in the ladies’ section of “Locomotive Engineers’ Monthly Journal,” March 1898]
To the Two Step may be accredited, serious injury to the Waltz, awkward and immodest positions assumed in round dancing, also as being a prominent factor in overcrowding the profession and causing a general depression in the business of the legitimate Master of Dancing. [“The Director,” March 1898]
*Oh is that how that’s done… What about the other one?*
*Okay… Are there any dances where the woman leads, Clicky? I’m meant to be leading this missive…*
Traditionally, the male dance partner is the Lead and the female dance partner is the Follow, though this is not always the case, such as in Schottische danced in the Madrid style where women lead and men follow.
*Hmm… I’ll just get on with it…*
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Yeah...you heard right...RooBeeDoo is driving today. 😉
Outside of this here paragraph, which is being written @ 00:41 CST on Friday August 25th of 2017, Roob is gonna call the shots on this here whatever turned missive.
I mainly thought I would go ahead and write a bit because there is a song that I am listening to that I really like, and I want to share it. But it should also clear my head a bit, and will hopefully let me sit back, shut up, and let her do her thing.
I have no idea what she is planning/thinking about. Only mentioned via a Twitter convo that maybe a new missive is in order/on order, and she expressed an idea that I’ll not mention here. This is exciting!!!
I failed with the first paragraph and shutup thing. Was watching YouTube, and they ruined it.
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And not to leave anything undone…let’s travel to…LUNN-DUNN!!!
Let’s throw some meat to hungry dogs, and see what they do.
Let’s open a loophole in the law, and see who pours through.
Let’s open a bottle, half for me and some for you.
Let’s kill us a kitten, just to hear its last…mew.
Tis now Friday. Like…later Friday.
Meaning, Roob has slept and awoken, and so I have I.
Changes have changed.
This will go wherever it does.
While we are let’sing, let’s think about electrical impulses. Yeah. Them those ‘lectrical impulses in your brain-sack and body-sack(s) and shit like that.
What does that pic have me thinking of? Welp…Shingles of course. What else would I be thinking of?
What’s not kinda fair about these pics? Everyone is different. Which makes me think of something…
A: (are you gonna try and tell me...they are all...<gulp>...different?)
I mean, if you have the cash and/or a good enough insurance plan that allows “a second opinion”…and that second opinion turns out to be more favorable…did the doctor give the answer you were looking for? Or did they get it right and the first doctor got it wrong? This assumes a difference in opinion between doctors…which we with experience KNOW … never … fucking … EVAR …happens. 😉
What about the patient? Is their opinion REALLY not important? You doctors wouldn’t have a fucking job of the “patient” didn’t exist…right? Are we really to assume that patients are dumb? Can’t learn? When did doctors cease being teachers? Are you teaching you patients to be dependent on you? Or to depend on you, you, you and only you? Because, we could prolly suddenly make a case for “addictive behaviors and practices” here, not to mention some narcissistic and/or co-dependence, not to mention Borderline Personality Disorder.
Maybe it’s time for “the patient” to treat the doctor(s)?
Lemme give ya hand with that doc.
So yeah…’lectricity in the body. Someone gets zapped by an excessive amount of this shit…seems like all it wants to do is to get out. Thinking about spin(s) and field generation, maybe that’s how these fields around us get generated. Ya can’t suddenly get all uppity and say that the body is no longer chemical and electrical just because we now know that we have these fields hovering around us 24/7.
So…what are those methods of getting something into the human body?
Let's travel that 5th path...shall we?
Since all require absorption, let’s use this opportunity to talk about spin. I’m gonna think speed here, which means we are going to talk about friction, which means we are talking about heat.
Since we are talking about heat…that means we are talking about heat regulation. If we are talking about heat regulation, that means we are going to be talking also about moisture at the same time.
But getting back to heat…that means we are going to be talking about Asbestos, Glycol(s) and Lithium. That’ll get us to salts, crystals/crystalline(s), fiberglass and carbon-fiber kinds of shit, which will get us to think about insulation and…null.
Yep. Null. If we are talking about heat, friction, and spin…we are talking about time. If we are talking about time, that means we are talking about times and timings. That means we must include null and null timings.
A: Yeah...I went there.
Can't remember where I was going with this, because I got sidetracked.
Roob has asked me for what I have.
Not going to elaborate.
Here it comes.
*Yeah, that was cool…*
*Oh, you’re gonna show it… /squints… O-Kayyy…*
*/slaps head… I meant paper towel…*
*Tread not treat… /sigh… Okay, Clicky that’s enough now…*
*No, enough! That conversation went on for hours…*
*/wrestles dolphin assistant to the ground…*
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Naturally, I replied… /drags…*
*/blows smoke ring… And ‘the Law‘ has been relaxed, somewhat…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
*/sharp intake of breath…*
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
*/sigh… Prolly… /stubs butt…*
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
*Mm… Orange is a Shining colour, Clicky…*
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
*…/puffs… are experiencing PTSD… ‘President Trump Stress Disorder… /sniggers… Smoke, don’t smoke? …/shrugs… Perhaps what they really need is massage…*
*Yeah, there was some whiffiness, certainly Click…*
My serve, or if you prefer, my move…
Think you are clever do you?
Me too. 😉
We have a common commonality.
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Q: If we change the name(s) of everything, what changed and when?
Just thinking about titles and labels and descriptions of the same or similar things around the globe. Especially over time. It just seems to me that rigidity itself is what can and does cause not only destruction and disarray at times…but it’s own fault is the “constant variable”…if you will.
What do I “mean” by that? A constant is constant.
EX 01: How many Buffalo/Bison roam the plains of North America at this time in the year 2017?
EX 02: Are the Buffalo/Bison that are alive today, identical to the Buffalo/Bison of the past?
To further try and explain my mode of thinking here…
EX 03: The whaling ship known as “The Essex” that was sunk by a “bull” Sperm Whale…
Q: How many other ships have been sunk/sunken by whales, irrespective of type of whale?
EX 04: Watching humans and their videos of their exploits in the ocean…how many “near misses” do we have to see, before someone is actually swallowed by a group of feeding whales?
(Primarily, the Humpback whales, who tend to hunt in pods as a group, and people seek these out for whale watching purposes, and are getting closer and closer to these feeding whales that are simply trying to survive, grabbing an available meal, when and where available.)
If we, as humans, know and can track these other lifeforms on our planet…erm…why? Meaning, yeah…I get it…
Q: Do you?
Not speaking specifically to you Roob. But I’m sure that you wonder about your children. What will they do with this information? I know that I do. I mean, I wonder about my own children and what they might do someday down the road, with an incomplete data set of information that they have no fucking CLUE what in the fuck that this information was collected for, nor the why and the whys. All they will know, is what they know at the time. The book “1984” comes to mind with respect to the gathering and proliferation of information. To me, the primary theme of the book is not about information nor even information control nor even controls nor controlling. The book is about choice and choices and time over times.
Q: Should I worry about what my children are doing with their lives after I am long since out of their lives?
My being dead or alive is irrelevant (to me anyway). Their life is theirs. They will live in the times they live in, just as everyone does.
It’s your life, but…be nice.
Sorry, but as a parent…that’s the best that I’ve ever been able to come up with.
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TBH, Cade, the thing I wonder about my two is whether they’ll ever have a bath of their own volition, but maybe that’s just because sitting in close proximity to one of them right now.
I agree with you, our children’s lives are their own, just as our parents lives were their own and our lives are ours to own. Life is about choice and choices and time over times. Probably why ‘1984’ has come to resemble a manual rather than a warning…
*Anything else, Click?*
You’ll have to excuse me, I’m off to draw a bath */gets up and holds breath…*
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I have been known to shoot myself in the foot. Which is weird, because I have been shot in the foot by others. Not that we are our own worst enemy or anything. Others can take care of that role for us. The best I can come up with respect to “we are our own worst enemies” always has to do with others and their opinions. Why in the fuck would I want to be an enemy to myself. I mean…yeah…I’m am blessed with an overabundance of the stupid. But that’s not fault. Unless it is.
Q: Anyone wanna help me out here?
A: That’s what I thought.
If you want teenagers to bathe? I suggest surrendering to the dark side. It’s mud and dirt and sweat encrusted and stinky…but less aggravating.
Meaning: Pack your shit, and move far away from them.
It’s the only way.
I have no idea why you are pestering me today. Do you NOT realize that I am deep into something more important than writing some random bullshit for your blog? YEAH! That’s right young lady…I am deep into writing a post for your blog, and I don’t have time for your nonsensical limey ravings. Granted, they are limey ravings, which are subtle and subdued. But I see through the limey fog-screen. Or…at least I will when I get close enough to whatever to see it.
Speaking of limey fog…I have a question for ya.
Q: What was the general reception in the UK of the Sherlock Holmes movies by Guy Ritchie?
A: Any idea(s)?
I guess I’m thinking not only of the movies, but limeys tend to fucking HATE IT when Americans play limeys, and especially when they try and duplicate the accent. Granted, this is not the first time that Robert Downey Jr. has played a limey…but I thought he did well. He a Jude Law were fucking incredible as a team. I think both movies stand on their own, but I lean towards the second flick because that movie was fucking HUGE. I love the shit out of Mark Strong, but the addition of Stephen Fry made up for the absence of Mark Strong.
Funny ain’t it? An Okie/Texan can forgive Daniel Craig for using a southern accent.
“Funny ol’ world…iddnit?” – Captain Jack Sparrow
Movie = Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl
(Special nod to Ali G and Nigel Tufnell for additional support on the term “Iddnit”)
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Just like a bloody Yank! Coming in at the end, taking the glory…
I think the Sherlock movies went down okay in the UK. They were up against a pretty terrific TV Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch but Robert Downey Jr made an admiral, edgy Sherlock. Me personally, I preferred the TV series as I found the editing in the films a bit too fast and furious. But perhaps if I’d seen the movie first, my view would be different. Thoughtful Man loved the film versions, but he just loves the Sherlock character. When we first met, he told me that one of his favourite films is ‘Young Sherlock Holmes’.
I’m okay with American actors playing ‘English’ roles in films and the accents are okay or very good. But then the bar was set awfully low, early doors with Dick Van Dyke…
*Shit! I forgot about Keanu Reeves… Golly, so many films I have not seen…*
Of course, English actors have generally played the ‘baddie’ role in American films…
… But my favourite Robert Downey Jr performance will always be him playing an Englishman…
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I’d like to start by addressing this missive to Hugo. Merry Christmas. This message was brought to you after listening to Medium is the Massage… again *rolls eyes*
If anybody wants to understand synchronicity, they could spend 42 minutes (including ad that will probably be skipped over) out of this year’s Christmas celebrations to listen the audio extra that accompanies Marshall McLuhan & Quentin Fiore’s 1967 book…
Hugo, like me, you are not employed by anybody presently. Like me, you’re not sure what you want to do now you’re no longer in paid employment. You jumped first; I followed not long after.
Perhaps we’re like frogs that realised the water in the pan was starting to get a wee bit too hot 😉
I’ve really enjoyed our film discussions on MEROVEE over the last couple of years. The first one I remember you posting about was ‘The Terminal’. I replied to you directly about it, but I made a shambles of it, hear.
Then we briefly compared two Tom Cruise movies: ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ and ‘Vanilla Sky’. Again, a I made a shambolic reply.
This led to the big breakthrough for us with ‘Memento’ and ‘The Matrix’: what if Mr Anderson had taken the Blue Pill from Morpheus and woken up the next morning in his bed (just like Morpheus said), not at NEO but as LEO, who can’t remember anything and can only function by writing things down…
A digression – The Boys have returned from watching ‘Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ at the cinema with their school chums. They were dropped back on the doorstep by Thoughtful Man (who’s work; it’s Friday night), bearing branded offerings and a major spoiler…
So I should get on with it and tell you about my time in Xmas 1984. One of the times I really enjoyed working.
I was placed in the Radio & TV Dept at John Lewis, Oxford Street in August of that year. As a YTS ‘O’ Level trainee, I’d spent the Christmas before, on the ground floor, in the Needlework & Knitting Wools dept before spending the next six months in the women’s fashion department, called ‘Trend’. I was 17. I hate working in fashion and was so looking forward to moving on to somewhere else.
I was one of only a couple of women working in this prestigious department on the 3rd floor. Otherwise, IT WAS STAFFED ENTIRELY BY MEN!! Sharp-suited men – both young and older gents. AND MOST OF THE CUSTOMERS WERE MEN, TOO!!
I was in my element. I learnt to sell TVs, radios, Walkmans, stereos, wogboxes (Apols! Ghetto Blasters) and video recorders (VHS mainly, Betamax was already on the way out). There was even the introduction of a teeny-tiny, portable TV. I sold one to Jess Conrad.
Additional things I learnt in my time there were a) how to safely wire up an electrical plug, b) how to string a box and c) how to flirt with the opposite sex. I went to an all girls school before – I really hadn’t had much practice 😉
As a newb I wasn’t allowed to sell the high end hi-fi equipment (like Bang & Olly-Bolly) – those were sold by Experts and where shut away in glass-fronted, sound-proofed rooms. However, there was also one other section within the department for a new up-and-coming product… Computers.
So I spent Xmas 1984 in Radio & TV Dept. ‘Computers’, at that time, wasn’t formally named; it was invisible, and I wasn’t allowed to try to sell them either. Goo goo g’joob, too – to me those stupid little boxes and bulky screens looked pants 😉
Another one. Digression that is. This time Maccy :D. This is usually a late night Friday/early morning Saturday treat, some folks nose about. Tonight it is a tad earlier.
I’ll be back on the morrow, without any sorrow, with a music post inspired by Thoughtful Man. Can anyone suggest any sort of music he’s never heard before?
Come on Joe Public. I nose ur out there… Give us a Song 😉
I’m off to watch 5 episodes of The Big Bang Theory and rolls some fags.
CYL *blows kiss*
*It’s 1834h Clicky, two quick shots in. How many will it take..? Not too many I hope, don’t want to make a complete fool of myself… /rolls eyes*…
OMG Hugo is back! This is huge. I hadn’t fully realised how much I missed him until I saw him standing there…
Hugo introduced me to Marshall McLuhan…
*50 Years, Clicky! That 2027, he reckoned we’d discover the real effect in 12 years time. I hope I live that long, that would make me 70…*
*1935h One shot and one rollie later… Tell me Clicky, do you have porpoise in your life? …/snigger*
*Very droll… Here’s comes the bugger; I’ve lost my train of thought. Let’s start another…*
Be back in a click. Have a song…
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