snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snapped; snapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.
So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…
Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?
… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…
One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.
… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…
*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*
… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…
…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…
*/coughs uncontrollably…*
If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…
Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…
*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*
… by Stephen Paddock…
snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen“to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel“bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).
As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.
Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…
Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”
“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”
*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*
*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*
Dear Reader, this post was going to be about steam…
steam (v.)Old English stiemen, stymen“emit vapor, emit a scent or odor,” from the root of steam (n.). Meaning “go by steam power” is from 1831. Transitive sense from 1660s, “to emit as steam;” meaning “to treat with steam” is from 1798. Slang steam up (transitive) “make (someone) angry” is from 1922.
Related: Steamed; steaming.
steam (n.) Old English steam “vapor, fume, water in a gaseous state,” from Proto-Germanic *staumaz (source also of Dutch stoom “steam”), of unknown origin. Meaning “vapor of boiling water used to drive an engine” is from 1690s, hence steam age (1828) and many figurative uses, such as let off steam (1831, literal), blow off steam (1857, figurative),full-steam (1878), get up steam (1887, figurative). Steam heat is from 1820s in thermodynamics; as a method of temperature control from 1904.
We have given her six months to consider the matter, and in this steam age of the world, no woman ought to require a longer time to make up her mind. [Sarah Josepha Hale, “Sketches of American Character,” 1828]
…Thoughtful Man suggested it to me yesterday evening after first reading Leggy’s review of Poundland’s E-cig, yesterday morning…
*/flicks lighter… A good review that I’m happy to share, Clicky, but vaping? …/lights up… Fuck off – they’re just Tobacco Control Lite… /drags… If I want to inhale steam, I’ll boil a kettle…*
…And then during the course of yesterday, Thoughtful Man learnt that Poundland is also branching out into other steamy areas…
*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*
Something else happened though yesterday, Dear Reader. Something unsettling. Yesterday morning, whilst Thoughtful Man read Leg Iron’s post, I was reading an overnight posting by Red Frank, in the Red Universe…
A bit of a sleb in the Synchrosphere had paid MEROVEE a visit and left a comment. ‘Goro’ is a name that has been spoken of somewhat reverently by a few of the regulars there during the 5 years I’ve visited the site. And I’ve seen the name mentioned in Dispatches elsewhere. A bit of coup for Frank, you’d think…
*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*
Goro had popped by and, BOY, was he STEAMED with Frank and MJ!
*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*
I suggest you go read it for yourself, Dear Reader. It involves an accusation of plagiarism…
*plak- (1)also *plāk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of root *pele- (2) “flat; to spread.”
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek plakoeis“flat,”plax“level surface, anything flat;” Lettish plakt “to become flat;” Old Norse flaga “layer of earth,” Norwegian flag “open sea,” Old English floh “piece of stone, fragment,” Old High German fluoh “cliff.”
… Which was weird ‘cos MJ had put up a Flat Earth post the evening before yesterday at her site…
Start here – it was the very first comment! I won’t link to Soro’s site; he brought his own links to Frank’s place. I paid a brief visit there, having not ventured there before. I don’t think I’ll be going back… You’ve gotta pay to be a member!
*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *
In other news, Dear Reader, I had a bit of coup (second meaning) myself this week, having my Afterword accepted for the Underdog Anthology III by Leg Iron Books. This time round each of the stories gets an illustration and so will the famous poem that I stole… to mutilate and use for my own ends at the end of the book. Thank you Emma ‘Dead Rising’ Lazarus!
Leggy has just sent through its illustration, hot and steaming off his virtual press…
*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*
That’s quite enough for one post, Dear Reader. Until next time at the LoL… Have a Song ❤
I saw an advertisement on that last story, that talked about “why doctors will no longer prescribe Metformin”…and the advertisement went on to say…that the ad…was selected…for me.
Q: What in the FUCK is Metformin, and why did it select me?
A: ?!?!?
The link to the story was 500 fucking miles long, so I skipped it, and just went and looked up Metformin on Google.
Is everything designed to kill us? Something is not adding up.
Yeah…it’s adding up…but to what?
For whom?
^Alanis Morissette – King of Pain^
Q: How much gold is in Fort Knox
A: According to the U.S. Mint, there are currently 147.3 million ounces of gold in Fort Knox, KY. At a current price of about $1,776 per ounce, this is worth 261.6 billion dollars.
Considering that the year that I made the most money – I made right at $120,000 that year – I paid over $40,000 in taxes, and averaged working about 70 hours per week…um…yeah.
I gotta regroup here.
^Frida – I Know There’s Something Going On (ABBA) (1982) HD 0815007^
I got a question about your view of “not being able to see time”…
Q: Would you know it, if you saw it?
To relate…let’s think about drag racing, since an interest in both time and trains should certainly be easily relatable to drag racing, from both the participant and spectator positions.
There was a video that I posted sometime back, that showed a guy getting a ride-along in a drag car. There was an in-car video camera, and at the end of the ride, the passenger commented…
“That seemed like a LOT longer time from inside the car!”
The drag car in question, was about an 11/12 second car. Meaning it took about 11/12 seconds to cover the 1/4 mile, which is 1,320 feet.
Find a clock that has a second hand…now watch it click off 11 seconds.
Keep in mind, that a drag car never stops accelerating.
So for the entire time, of that 11 seconds, you are going faster and faster, the whole time.
If you were traveling at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second…you just covered 2,048,882 miles.
BUT!!! What if…you started @ a relative “0-speed” and accelerated from 0 to 186,282 miles per second within that 11 seconds?
^The Sweet – The Ballroom Blitz 1973^
Q: What did you encounter during that 11 seconds?
Q: What encountered you?
So yeah…spin. All kinds of spin and spins. I’m not trying to sell anyone on anything…just trying to describe what I see. I don’t think I’m alone in what I see…just…yeah…alone-ish or something.
😐
Anyway…what is really cool to me, relativistically…is when there is a proximate particle or mass, that appears to be not moving at all. Yet relative to some distant particle or mass…it may be moving at some fucking RIDICULOUS speeds.
Pert near Ludicrous Speed. 😛
Especially if those particles/masses are entangled.
Shit gets really funky from there.
^Sweet – Love is like Oxygen^
For example, if two masses are entangled at great distance…they may swap places, and your never ever know it, save for a change in the mass that you are observing. You don’t actually know that it’s a different mass…you just know that a change has taken place.
We make assumptions that these actions/reactions are local or even localized…but that’s not always the case. By the time out new mass moves in, and replaces the old one, the new one may have been traveling at ridiculous speeds over great distances. The old one and new one, transfer energy/energies and momentum(s), and the old one hauls ass elsewhere.
Further…the old one may transfer it’s entanglement many times as it heads out wherever it is going. Like tumblers handshaking here and there and everywhere. Lots of parts, lots of methods, lots of mediums, lots of time. I dunno…I get jazzed when anyone talks about time. Keep it contextual, and everything else becomes possible.
What does this mean? I dunno. Go arrest the FBI. I guess they could just handcuff themselves and turn themselves in…but I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe pull their funding? Stop printing their paychecks and turn the electricity off in The J.Edgar Building…that might get someone’s attention. Or how about make the FBI go without toilet paper until they produce this shit.
lolz That sounds funny.
PRODUCE THIS SHIT…OR YA’LL GETS NO TP UNTIL YOU DOO!!!
^The Three Degrees – When will I see you again (Ruud’s Extended Mix)^
It occurs to me, that with all of this secrecy, we’ve been operating in a “Minority Report” kind of “Thought Police” kind of mode for a long time. This isn’t about every American having an FBI file irrespective of whether or not they’ve ever committed a crime. That I can quasi-sorta understand on some levels. This is about accountability via secrecy.
With secrecy, there is no accountability. How can there be? We’re not talking about privacy. Government like ours deserves none. I should be able to go to FBI.gov, and look up my own name, and see if I’m being investigated for anything. See if I’ve ever been investigated for anything. See if it’s ever been recommended that I be investigated for anything, on who’s recommendation, and why.
I should be able to look up how much money The FBI spent on coffee last month. How much they spent on sugar. How much they spent on drink cups and coffee stirrers. Who is requisitioning government planes instead of flying commercial. Does that sound good? I can think of some more stuff if you need suggestions. Just let me know.
So yeah…it’s not about this or that, it’s about this and that, and everything else. I thought that’s what accountability was\is?
^The Association – Along Comes Mary^
I guess one could argue that my thoughts on particle and mass motion could be summed up to slight of hand. But…what about preservation of mass? Preservation of energy? Preservation of energy? If you don’t have the balls to countermand your own bullshit, it’s prolly why you aren’t getting anywhere. Hey asshat(s)…I’m on your team.
Ain't I?
^Orleans – Still The One (with lyrics)^
Ah HA!!! A question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what is binding these particles?
Cade: Didn’t see this one coming. Are we talking local, less-local, or non-local? Because you have to consider them all. If we thing of a string as being the current method of binding of some particular particles…which part of the string are you seeing? How would you know? When the energy and energies run out…welp…what about less bound strings?
If you disconnect your machines, or turn them off, or stop the process that was further intermingled with the goings on…why wouldn’t shit stop? I mean…we are talking about operating within time and times here. Are you really willing to go the distance? What if you only get one chance to “tap” an infinite power source, but that source is more like Morse code, and there is a thousand years that will transpire until the next dah or dit?
Yes…I’m suggesting that “tapping” or “harnessing” ANYTHING…can, and will, have consequences. Why wouldn’t it? Just because something is local…you think it’s ours? What…are you drowning and there’s a life-ring nearby…hence…it’s yours? I don’t think things work like that. Certainly not always. We need more information.
Man…I went from Diabetes to Flowers to Moths to Football in like…nothing flat. Must be football season or some such. Yesterday was the first day of Fall… so…yeah…foosball!!!
Mama Boucher: Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin’ each other… ‘Member when dat man wanted you to play foos-ball, Bobby?
Movie = The Waterboy
^Waterboy-I like them too^
It don’t hurt none, to talk about whatever in the fuck I want, do it? I never would have considering yapping about anything at all till just a coupla years ago. Too much pride I guess. Too afraid to be wrong, and even more afraid of being right.
That's no way to live...is it?
^David Holmes – I Heard Wonders^
I’ve had to get a lot of shit out of my system over at my own blog lately. I guess mainly because I can freewheel a shade more in a single direction, and spend more time doing it. When I sit down to write these things here? The objective is to move as rapidly as possible, and cover as much ground as possible. Not really, but my objective is to spend as little time as possible between A and B, and I’ve no idea what that is going to be.
Like tonight/this morning? I really didn’t have much in my head at all. Nothing that I really wanted to write about. I’ve got some other writing that I want to do, but nothing is currently coming to mind. It’s difficult to write a story that you’ve already completed in your head. Not that I’ve ever tried to write like this before or anything…but God bless her…someone has prodded me along in a very clever way over the last coupla days, and I’m thankful for that. But I guess I gotta go the rest of the way now.
Now...what's that bit about announcing your plans and hearing/watching God laugh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^
Christmas is just around the corner I guess. I wonder when everything will go on sale? And since when is everything on sale? There’s something vague booping around in this empty head of mine, and has been for a few days. Ever since I saw mention of slavery somewhere along the line, and these Anunnaki fucks keeps bopping in and out of my noggin’.
But yeah...
Being off-balance helps me think. But this shit ain’t like that. To say that it was this kind of thought or that kind of thought, meaning good or bad, would be…kinda…on track…but not really. It’s not really like that. I’m not sure that a judgement call could be made like that with respect to “aliens” or “extra-terrestrials”…mainly because of us.
We are SOOOOooo fucking convinced, that anyone who shows up, is just here to take shit away from us. Welp, who the FUCK owns the shit now? At best, I’ve apparently got a $1,500 stake in the country in which I live, and THAT’S assuming that the other 323.1 million fucks that live here are feeling generous, and willing to let me sell my 1oz stake of gold that is sitting somewhere where I can’t get to it. I didn’t dig that shit up. Where’d it come from?
“The number of Americans ages 65 and older is projected to more than double from 46 million today to over 98 million by 2060, and the 65-and-older age group’s share of the total population will rise to nearly 24 percent from 15 percent.”
So…there’s 46 million peeps over 65 in The USA.
$462,271,488,000 / 46,000,000 = $10,049.38.
Here’s your paycheck…go play golf.
^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^
Considering that the retirement age is now 70, and these PRB fucks say that the number of old farts is gonna almost double by 2060…wait…
WHAT?!?!?!?!? 20-fucking-60?!?!?!?
I’ll be 92 fucking years old in 2060. You really think that anyone, who is 27 years old right now, will give a flying fuck about some 92 year-old asshole in 2060?
Yeah…someone who is 27 years old right now, will be eligible to retire in 2060. What about some young punk that was born today? Yeah…today…as in…September 23rd of 2017…they’ll be 43 in 2060. You think that they will give two fucks about two old fucks aged 92 and 70?
Nope.
They’ll be driving flying sportscars, chasing skirts, and writing child-support/alimony checks in the midst of their mid-life crisis, all while battling Hepatitis L.
Meh…I’ll prolly be on Mars and/or The Moon/Luna by 2060. Maybe even Jupiter or Saturn. The mail is prolly slow getting out that way…so you can keep the Social Security checks.
Don’t need anyone? Good for you. What about those that do? What about those that don’t, and then they do? I dunno either.
Event driven time.
Event driven times.
What kinds?
All kinds.
What cha got in minds?
We got all kinds of fine finds for you to finds.
Hop on in on of the lines.
Sees what you can sees, and finds what you can finds.
Your answers are your own.
^Robbie Dupree: Steal away^
I just remembered that my driver’s license expires in two months.
Yeesh…I’ll have no “valid I.D.” while cruising the motherland. Or fatherland. Or homeland. Or whatever in the fuck it my comrades call it.
A paranoid bunch we are.
We prolly need some secret organizations to keep us safe.
Let’s form some.
We need a manifesto first tho.
I quit.
^Earth, Wind & Fire – September^
I don’t have anything against beliefs and traditions and shit like that. Cept the ones that tell me what a piece of shit I am. Or the ones that tell me how fucking great I am.
Too confusing.
I dunno…I’ll figure it out. But I did address some pomp and circumstance kinds of things over at my own blog earlier this evening. If I need a pound of Wolfsbane, a goats right testicle, and a pure copper talisman in the shape of two figure 8’s bound by three stars and a zero? Where in the fuck am I supposed to get that shit? I gots no monies, and this shit don’t grow on trees ya know.
I don’t mind going without. I appreciate the suggestion, but I’d bet that goat needs his balls more than I need protection from whatever it is that’s hounding me. You think they’ll bargain? Maybe say…two used golf-balls in place of the goat’s ball? Time and a place for everything? Just being nice and trying to do the right thing(s) in my own life isn’t enough? What about over time? Over times?
Yeah…I forgot…works count for nothing. Everyone take 5. Smoke em’ if ya got em’.
Dear Reader, currently I am tits deep into writing a story for the Underdog Anthology 3 book, due to be published in time for Halloween…
… Fortunately, the Okie Devil has sent through a follow up to the last missive, an experimental sort split into parts one, two and three…
*Alright, Clicky… simmer down… /sigh… lead on…*
Enjoy! And see you at the bottom 😀
*******
Do it matter if you are right-side-up?
Or is it better to be upside down?
Does it matter when?
Or what we are doing?
Can you shift your hips just a shade to the left?
Yeah...right...there.
Is that good for you?
^CYMATICS: Science Vs. Music – Nigel Stanford^
Might be more to whatever, than just whatever, and whatever else. Not attempting to be like…ultra-vague here or anything, but I may be doing a good job at that. It just takes a little… erm …thought …for me to try and figure out what I am trying to say.
The best way for me to do that, is no real agenda other than to be understood, contextually, with respect to whatever it is that I am saying. Since I rarely know what in the fuck I’m going to say, keeping things conversational prolly helps.
Thank God for people to actually talk to...eh?
This shit might be boring, and rather one-sided otherwise. Methinks we got it pretty good. Some of us do anyway. Let’s not nitpick tho. Slo-Mo Guys have some new shit.
^Chinese Spouting Bowl in Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
I am quite the asshole.
Wanna know how?
I mean like…contextually.
I’m sure it’s already been WELL established that I am somewhat of a prick.
But yeah...check this shit out.
Roob? Yeah…she’s busy as fuck with all kinds of shit.
I even sent her a new whatever today.
And here I sit, just a few hours after sending her the previous whatever, and I’m writing another one.
So yeah…asshole…I am one.
Mystery =CONSTANT STATE FLATLINE TO THE Nth DEGREE!!! Next!!!
Hey…the previous whatever, that has not even been posted yet, spun my head a bit. I had 21 browser tabs open with SHITLOADS of paths to follow to God only knows where. As a result, I feel a shade…hopeful.
There's always more to see in a sea of seeing.
Now we just gotta do it. I mean…not “do it“…unless you want to. But we might miss something.
FUCK!!! I’m confused now.
I dunno what to do.
Maybe you should drive for a while.
I’m easy.
Wanna fuck?
Was that my idea?
Or yours?
^Deadmau5 – Strobe^
OK…so…Roob was kinda pointing me in the direction of a certain blog yesterday, but I wasn’t really sure why. I’m not going to mention the blog, for obvious reasons.
So…I went back and re-read my previous whatever turned missive @ The LoL, and also the one before it, then I re-read both one more time just to be sure. There was some discussion via Twitter about Cassini, but I guess what caught my eye was this reference to “8-8-8-8” on Merovee made by some anonymous commenter whose name I will not use here. But where that led me, eventually anyway, was over to “Just Watching The Wheels Go Round“…and what appeared to be…a question…buried in there somewhere.
Q: Is that question…directed at…me?
A: How the fuck would I know?
Shit is applicable, or it isn’t. Only you know that state and the states of your own life. But that does get me to thinking about something that appears to be within the layers of “The Synchrosphere”…and that is…communication(s) and communicating(s).
No wait…I jumped the gun there. Um…wanna watch a movie then we can fuck afterwards? Nah…that’s no good. Fuck the movie…let’s go for a walk, and discuss our options. Lemme put your shoes on for you so I can scope out your crotch.
Just...thinking ahead.
There’s no time like the present.
You can’t please everyone.
A bird the the bush is fine and dandy, as long as I am the bird, and you are the bush.
So yeah…um…communicating.
We doing any of that?
^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^
Q: What is preventing you from telling your story?
A: ...
Yeah…that’s what I thought. But that’s your decision…ain’t it? God knows people get sick of hearing my bullshit. After hearing the same or similar, it ain’t long until people start looking at me like some run-of-the-mill average Joe. And that just AIN’T the case…is it?
I mean, not me…you. Nothing average or normal about you. You are a fiery wildcat of intrigue and wonder, just needing someone to wander your intricate and exquisite gardens. Right?
Q: Am I boring you with all this shit?
A: ...
Meh…we gots more importants shits to gets to…like whether or not a certain question, nested and buried, within a post on a blog, pertains to, or was directed at…me. Yeah…me.
As in me, me, me, and only me.
A: Yes. But there is little difference between my nightmares and my dreams. Mainly because, I include time in my thinking. That means a beginning, and an end.
Dreams…the seed of nightmares.
Nightmares…the seed of dreams.
^deadmau5 – Right This Second^
It’s not really that difficult to do.
Q: Did you hook up?
A: Yes.
Then a breakup is possible. This “together forever” bullshit is already happening, and was happening LONG before we hooked up, so why dwell on such trivial things? In order for forever to be forever, you gotta actually go the distance…forever.
Good luck.
So…why dwell on that when it’s SOOOO much easier to pick on the little shit that is going to prevent the “forever” from happening in the first place…right? I mean…this is gonna be for-fucking-EVAR…right?
Wanna and GOTTA get all this shit sorted before we get there, otherwise, we might get there with some shiftless shitbag that ain’t worth a flying fuck. Wait…am I trying to talk you into something…or out of something…and why would I want to waste my time with either? It’s your time too.
Just sayin'.
I personally, did not watch the video that follows, but reserve the right to do so at a time of my choosing, assuming that I choose to choose to watch it.
^More on 337^
Yep…this mystery person posted a video on some mystery blog. 8-8-8-8 was mentioned. That got me to thinking about some things, and as I write now, it gets me to thinking about my [0000] set used for denoting the end of a string within a certain context. Keep in mind that this “context” is a simultaneous context of both beginning and end, hence, there are two zeros and not one.
The additional zeros are there for denoting…erm…anyone trying to go somewhere they should not be going. The first thing that popped into my head, was something that I mentioned to Roob about 88 permutations between 1° and 90° within a prism or 90° arc of light travel within that 90° band. So yeah…Pi and SoPi…since light itself is going to be wound and unwound at different points. Something I think important to keep in mind here tho.
IMPORTANT SHIT: It's been done.
We’re catching up ANDlagging behind…all at the same time. So, maybe that’ll open some mental doors as to how time can and DOES travel backwards and forwards at the same time, within our construct of time and times. So that’ll get us back to one of the biggies, that I postulated in a poem, on a whim, at some random-assed blog about Tarot cards.
^deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get, Whatever (HQ)^
So yeah…when eight(8)…becomes zero(0).
So yeah…when eights(8’s)…becomes zero’s(0’s).
Why?
I dunno…you got the time for me to explain it?
Makes a lot of assumptions on both our parts yeah?
As far as I’m concerned…I’m still talking to myself and/or no one in particular.
Subject to change…unless not…whatevz.
^deadmau5 – Unofficial and UNAPPROVED video my labels management just threw up here.^
‘Time has ended twice, and the time for time to end thrice, shall never be, as far as I can see.’
I’m paraphrasing there, but I wrote the fucking thing so I’m taking some artistic license with my own bullshit. So let’s hit on the concept of “intentionally misleading someone” since it appears to be on some minds here and there. To do that, let’s wander back up, to the previous paragraph, and think about that thought of “It’s Been Done”…cause that can help us.
Q: What does diminishment of one, achieve for all, in this case and in these cases?
A: ???
I’m not gonna answer for the class here…but yeah…I’m gonna answer for the class here.
Nothing.
If your calculations are showing otherwise, you are prolly operating on entirely “too something” of a timeline and/or timelines. Whether that be too short, too long, too broad, too narrow, too square, too round…whatever.
Don't think so?
Q: Name me one person/entity, throughout the history of histories, that is missing.
A: Yeah. Not such a long walk, eh?
So…that leaves only all of us, and everyone and everything else.
Mystery =SOLVED! Next!
^deadmau5 – Limit Break^
Chances are good…I know. Doesn’t matter what you preface that with. The chances are good, that I know. Who knows me better than me? Welp, we’re right back to the answer of the previous question.
So yeah…is it possible that someone knows me better than me? I dunno. I would say that the potential exists for someone to know me at least as well as me. Anything beyond that, we’re gonna have to stretch and warp time and times in ways that I’m not real sure time and times were meant to be bent.
I mean yeah…I see all kinds of ways to fuck with time, and you don’t need a goddamn machine to do it. To me, machines are gonna be a nuisance for the most part. Too many variables among the knowns and the unknowns. That said, that “revelation” of sorts as to “all participants appearing simultaneously at the moment of a time-machine’s creation” sure did strike a chord with me.
Lotta folds and folding.
Lotta melds and melding.
Lotta shapes and shaping.
Almost like…someone has done this before. Maybe even…many times. I have no doubt the pathways are there. I have no doubt that travel though and via these pathways is not only plausible, but also possible. Lotta…”time-based things” to consider tho. Like say…everything.
^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Limits Get Broken (NCB17 Mashup)^
We’ll take a step backwards real quick, just to show how easy time travel is.
Neil deGrasse Tyson + Neil deGrasse Tyson’s father and mother = time travel
I watched a bit on him and his thoughts on time travel, and they simply don’t jibe with the concept of time. Not from a “from the/a present” perspective anyway. I coulda swore that he talked about his father dying of a heart attack or something. Or maybe even that he was shot? I dunno…would have to go watch the whatever again or something…but I’m usually wrong on so much shit that maybe there wasn’t a documentary at all. Should be easy to prove on all counts tho.
🙂
^California Love- Deadmau5^
That does bring up an interesting bit tho with respect to incorporating fiction into fact based anything. I personally try and avoid shit like that when I write. Which is prolly why, I don’t write. Not fiction anyway. I mean yeah, I’m really a billionaire, have a giant penis, several cool cars, and am currently available for dating. But all my cars are in the shop, my primary residence is undergoing renovations, and I’m currently shuffling some assets around for tax purposes…so…you’ll prolly have to pay for dinner.
Q: What time can you pick me up?
A: Anytime...is good for me.
I am SOOOOOO getting laid this weekend!!!
^deadmau5 – Sofi Needs a Ladder^
Yeah…I’ve no idea what I was supposed to see over at Merovee. Maybe Roob will tell me. She’s pretty cagey like that. And I don’t really mind. I enjoy our talks/our friendship. Tis nice to be able to talk to someone. But yeah…a lot of shit I either try and avoid completely, or spend a shitload of time trying to ignore it. I am, afterall, kinda…alone.
Time to digress here.
^Hey Baby – Bruce Channel – HQ^
I needed a change of music here…because I am about to relate a dream that I had 4/5 years ago.
There was…erm…a conflict that had arisen. This conflict, crossed not only planets and galaxies, but also times. I was enlisted to help here on Earth/Terra, but I was one of the last “recruits” that was enlisted. Actually…“the” last to be recruited/enlisted to help. I guess there was a missing element that was being sought, it could not be located, and I was it. I had no idea as to any of these goings on, and was really kinda lost as to why I was needed at all.
When I “arrived” for processing, I was alone except for the staff. I rode a very long elevator up into the sky, and caught an escalator from there. It was beautiful. The elevator stopped just above the clouds, the sun and sky was a bright and beautiful burnt orange, and the cloud tops were a mesh of dark grays topped by this orange glow. I rode the escalator short ways to a translucent deck, where I was met by someone who ushered me straightaway past all of the ropes and barriers.
“We’ve been looking for you, and I cannot believe that we found you. Let’s hope it’s not too late.”
We wound up at a wooden door that was attached to a rather ramshackle building. My guide looked at me rather sternly, but in an understanding manner, as if they had something to tell me, but could not…and then, they led me through the door.
^Mickey & Sylvia – Love Is Strange^
As we entered, there were people laying around everywhere. Injured. Obviously, these were “the first wave” and had been fighting against some unseen oppressor. Suddenly…there were people that I recognized. I didn’t know these people, but yet I did. All people that I had met in previous dreams that I had shuffled off as coincidence and/or just dreams.
And yet…here they were. All these individuals that had been speaking to me in my dreams, yet they did not know me, and I did not know them. It was devastating to see. How could I have missed all of this? What could I have done differently? Was there a way to salvage my errors? I had no fucking CLUE what the fuck was going on, except that for some reason…I was needed. Flash forward 20 years.
Q: Who is “Captain America”?
A: Don't ask me...I just work here. I used to anyway.
^Stay-Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs-original song-1960^
Yeah…I left a lot of shit out. Well, not a whole lot…but to be fair…it ISmy dream. Or at least, it was. But I think that at least some of the basis for this dream, was/is when and where we read into shit. People within this “enlightenment” movement bullshit will tell you that your ego is your enemy and/or worst trait. But…what if I have no ego? Does that make me the worst of all? Some pretentious prick who is operating under the delusion that I have no ego?
Hey…you asshats take some of your own medicine. You fucks are bonked out on drugs most of the time…so…potato potatoes inside fucking whacked out tomatoes…or something.
Just cannot jibe with this...
“welp, I’m better than you, because you are worse than me”
…kinds of bullshit thinking.
I’m not gonna go fuck a goat just so you can be better than me.
Plus…I don’t have to.
I have a hot date this weekend.
^Just One Look – Doris Troy (1963) (HD Quality)^
Just looked at the clock…MIDNIGHT!!! 00:00 on Friday 15 September 2017.
I better get a bath.
I have a date.
I prolly should make it a cold one.
^Its in his kiss – Betty Everett^
RAWR!!! RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!! RAWR!!!
From today’s featured articles…
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Eve_(2003_TV_series) – an American television sitcom, created by Meg DeLoatch, which originally aired for three seasons on United Paramount Network (UPN) from September 15, 2003, to May 11, 2006.
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Berber Dahir – a dahir (decree) created by French protectorate in Morocco on May 16, 1930. It was an adaptation of secular, traditional Berber laws to the conditions of the time.
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Shuttarna I – an early king of the Mitanni. His name is recorded on a seal found at Alalakh. The inscription reads “son of Kirta” and is the only reference about this king yet discovered.
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Walter Elliot (naturalist) – a Scottish civil servant in India. He was also an eminent orientalist, linguist, naturalist and ethnologist who worked mainly in the Presidency of Madras.
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Comazzo – a comune (municipality) in the Province of Lodi in the Italian region Lombardy, located about 20 kilometres (12 mi) east of Milan and about 20 kilometres (12 mi) northwest of Lodi.
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Platax Batavianus – a species of batfish in the family Ephippidae. They are found in coral reefs around the Indo-Pacific region. Adults can grow up to 65 centimetres (26 in) at maximum.
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Bondoufle – a commune in the Essonne department in Île-de-France in northern France. It is eight miles from Paris.
Pythagorean Quadruple – a tuple of integers a, b, c and d, such that a2 + b2 + c2 = d2. They are solutions of a Diophantine equation and often only positive integer values are considered.
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Zemborzyn-Kolonia – a village in the administrative district of Gmina Solec nad Wisłą, within Lipsko County, Masovian Voivodeship, in east-central Poland. It lies approximately 9 kilometres (6 mi) south-west of Solec nad Wisłą, 12 km (7 mi) south of Lipsko, and 138 km (86 mi) south of Warsaw.
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Non-invasive procedure – defined as non-invasive when no break in the skin is created and there is no contact with the mucosa, or skin break, or internal body cavity beyond a natural or artificial body orifice.
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Nancy Makokha Baraza – a former Kenyan judge. She was the first Deputy Chief Justice of Kenya and a member of Kenya’s first supreme court after the promulgation of the 2010 Constitution.
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2014 Deildabikar – the 19th season of the Icelandic League Cup, a pre-season professional football competition in Iceland.
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CineSpace – a color management solution for the motion picture and video industry.
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Ecyrus Albifrons – a species of beetle in the family Cerambycidae. It was described by Chemsak and Linsley in 1975.
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Joe Halliwell – an English professional footballer who played as a centre forward. He started his senior career with Preston North End and scored 10 goals in 22 league matches during the 1912–13 season as the team won the Football League Second Division.
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I’ve not done one of those in a while. I wonder if there is a reason for that?
^Mary Wells – My Guy^
I’ve come to the end of this one.
I hope that you enjoyed it. Srsly…I do.
Did we cover everything? Did we cover anything?
Yep…we seem to have covered everything.
COVER = COVERED!!! Let's get naked!!!
^The Supremes – Baby Love^
Um…I wonder…what would happen…if all of the UK…and eventually the world…woke up one morning…to news that…
“STONEHENGE MONUMENT VANDALIZED OVERNIGHT!!!
STONES REARRANGED FROM CIRCLE INTO SQUARE!!!”
Don't worry...I'll put them back.
😉
^”Personality” Lloyd Price^
Tis currently 01:08…and I gotta add one more bit here, and it may be for some of the reasons you think, and may even be about some reasons you’ve not considered.
I’m sitting here proofing-ish this whatever, and doing some spellchecking…when all of sudden…at my door…
Door: Knock Knock Knock.
Cade: /cants head…that can’t be right…/pause
Door: Knock Knock Knock.
Cade: Lifts one headphone ear…no fucking way…
Door: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
Cade: Yes?
Whatshername: Is the water working in your bathroom?
Cade: Um…I think so?
I took my headphones off, put them down, then proceeded to the bathroom under her watchful eyes that were for some reason…as big as pie-pans. I turned the water on in the sink, turned to my left to tell her, “Yep! It’s Working!” When…to my right…I hear the toilet go “KER-FLUSH!!!”
Scared the living shit out of me…but it appears that she snuck in behind me, and flushed the toilet as I was turning in the opposite direction in order to tell her the sink was working. I hastily evacuated the bathroom, since I almost evacuated my bowels.
Whatshername: The toilet AND the shower is not working in the other bathroom!!!
I wander in that way, she expediently dashes past me, and proceeds to the shower, where she turns the handle, which proceeds to bubble some air and not do much else from the shower head.
Cade: Is the hot water on?
Whatshername: I had it on cold, and the toilet is not flushing either.
Cade: That’s not what I asked. I asked if the hot water is turned on.
Whatshername: No. But everything has been working fine with it off before…so.
Cade: Do you mind turning it on for me?
I then turn the sink on, and it works fine.
Whatshername: The sink has always worked fine.
Cade: Please. Will you please, just…turn the hot water on?
She turns the hot water on, I turn back to the shower, turn it on, it bubbles and spits a few times, then comes on like normal.
I didn’t think it possible, but somehow, her pie-pan eyes got even larger. I mean, were talking anime eyes fucking huge here.
Whatshername: How is that possible?
Cade: Sometimes, when you are constantly turning the water on and off at different spots…air will get in the lines and the water won’t work at all.
I let the water run a bit, her eyes returned to a size less frighteningly huge, and we conversed a bit as to the specifics.
Just...FYI folks.
I decided to add a song here, and the following was next in the playlist from that “Unusual Music” playlist from the other day.
preamble (n.) late 14c., from Old French preambule (13c.) and directly from Medieval Latin preambulum, neuter adjective used as a noun, properly “preliminary,” from Late Latin praeambulus “walking before,” from Latin prae “before” (see pre-) + ambulare “to walk” (see amble (v.)).
Thursday 14th September, 1630-ish…
Later… about 1900h-ish…
Finally, at about 2030-ish, Cade’s emailed missive arrived, as well as the extra paragraphs he started sending by DM. Timings, therefore, may get a bit weird in Part 2: ‘Missive From ‘Merica: Amble Shamble’.
From my last post, Dear Reader, you will have gleaned that, just like Indiana Jones, I named myself after a dog. I have very fond memories of watching that dog as a child, and again with the boys as babes. We still have stickers up…
*How Thoughtful Man allowed the scary clown to remain, Clicky, I’ll never know… /He’s scared of clowns…*
Over the years I have been online…
*/:O … Has it only been 5 years? Wow, feels longer… /smokes fag…*
… as Roobeedoo2, others have addressed me by shortening my chosen name to Roobee, Roob, RBD2…
*Ha! I mentioned Stephen King’s ‘It’ in comments… /sticks out tongue…
*The film opens tonight and apparently the people going will be dressing up as clowns… /grimaces… Thoughtful Man’s working tonight – he’s gonna shit himself! … /drags… Enough of that, Clicky, I want to get onto the rats…*
So, one of the shamble lenses that I use, synchromystically speaking, is my name. I turn my handle… I suppose in this way, I’m a handler…
*/:D… Nice catch! …stubs butt…*
Well today, Dear Reader, I read a story of horror in the news…
And how is the name of the rat town pronounced?
*/lights up… That’s right Click… /inhales smoke… Roobee everywear… /exhales…*
Now, if you have read, ‘Anatomy of a Hat Trick‘ yet, and watched ‘The Fedora Chronicles’ contained within it, you may have picked up some common or garden syncs. I told Cade about them at the time…
Herbert Johnson was the maker of Indie’s hat…
*And I guess ‘FoG’ could be Friends of Georgie? … /rolls eyes…*
*/puffs… Don’t worry, Clicky, if I remember rightly, the rats didn’t so much float as get a bit singed…*
Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedOra…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben Dallas posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.) also (and originally) kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from Greek kapnos “smoke” + -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related: Capnographic; kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitions given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
fedora (n.) type of hat, 1887, American English, from “Fédora,” a popular play by Victorien Sardou (1831-1908) that opened 1882, in which the heroine, a Russian princess named Fédora Romanoff, originally was performed by Sarah Bernhardt. During the play, Bernhardt, a notorious cross-dresser, wore a center-creased, soft brimmed hat. Women’s-rights activists adopted the fashion. The proper name is Russian fem. of Fedor, from Greek Theodoros, literally “gift of god,” from theos“god” (from PIE root *dhes-, forming words for religious concepts) + doron“gift” (from PIE root *do-“to give”).
Hmmm…welp…just, never make any vows or oaths, and you’ll be good to go and never have to get bitch-slapped for fucking up. I’m gonna get bitch-slapped for suggesting that making an oath, to never make an oath, is a good and prudent course.
I went backwards there a bit, and that’s more along the lines of what I was thinking about/looking for, but that’s still not it. That said, lots to think about there with respect to cookware and/or flatware/silverware, eh? I mean…these days? Fuckit…break out the Dawn dish detergent. I’m sick and tired of following these rules, fucking up, then having to do it all over again. THIS IS INSANITY!!! But I digress.
Yeah…some synchronistic kinda “synchy” or “syncy” or “stinky” or whatever kind of bullshit going on there. And that’s pretty much what I was looking for. I mean, isn’t “the bad news” still good news? Like your parents telling you to get your shit together. Hell, or even you telling your own damn self to get your shit together.
I don’t mind rules and regulations, nor even their application. What I don’t like tho, is this presumption of fairness and justice if you, who wrote these rules and regulations, are also applying them to others. Maybe there’s one more verse that can come in handy here…
Not exactly what I was thinking about, but it'll do.
^Morten Granau & Emok – 3rd Eye^
Nobody wants to become irrelevant. Especially if you’ve spent your life striving to become relevant. I guess that’s why I prefer to try and be patient and let things develop. And don’t tell me
“that’s because you are a spineless pussy who is afraid to make decisive decisions because of potential consequences, and the guilt you’ll feel for making those decisions/being decisive.”
Hmm…making a decision, to let others make their own decisions. YEP!!! You nailed it. No decision has been made.
Here’s the thing…I can make decisions the live long day. The problem is, that if you don’t do your own thinking, my decision may not make sense to you. Especially if it’s one of those pertinent and timely decisions. I have no problem taking the heat for a bad decision. I make decisions all the time and many, if not most of them, are prolly bad ones.
^Ranji – Can’t See – Official^
If we come to a crossroads and you don’t know which way to go, and you ask me “which way?”
… and I point and say “thataway”…
and you respond with “why that way?”
…my response is prolly gonna be…
A: Can we talk about that on the way/en route? We really need to get moving.
Yep. Decision making is not easy. But I’ll do it. I’ll make it. Unless you want to.
I’m kinda cautious like that.
Just think of myself.
Which means I’m thinking of you.
How selfish of me...eh?
^Captain Hook & Astrix – Bungee Jump (by JJc)^
So…in the previous whatever turned missive, there was a picture of someone’s foot, and the owner of that someone’s foot had been struck by lightning. There were some marks on that someone’s foot that reminded me of Shingles. Not that I’ve ever had random patches just appear, start bleeding, then get all scabby or anything…but yeah…made me think of Shingles.
Speaking of shingles…lotta homes around here being re-shingled lately. We did have all that hail sometime back, and it was indeed a heavy hail that included large hailstones, so yeah…prolly a lot of roof/shingle damage, but I’ll get on with it.
What really interested me about that pic, other than the Shingles looking “wound”, was the epidermis/skin on the person’s foot. Lots of ridges and ring-looking folds within and on the surface of the skin, which gets me to thinking not only about that, but also the connective tissues.
Q: I wonder if this person wears shoes and/or socks all the time?
A: ?¿?
Not assuming this person’s footware preferences or anything, but the were out hiking. So…prolly boots…which means prolly also some heavy-assed socks.
Q: I wonder if this person removes shoes and/or socks immediately upon resting?
A: ?¿?
Just been thinking about the demands that we put on our bodies by sitting in various chairs for lengthy periods of time. If you are then expected, or choose, to go do some vigorous and/or strenuous physical activity to make up for sitting on your ass all day…there might be some shit going on there we hadn’t considered.
Think not only footwear changes, but also the positional associations and compensatory thinking with respect to equalization(s).
^Astrix & Avalon – Moonshine ᴴᴰ^
Hyde teh hookses...fishez si smartzer den u tinx dey iz be.
Cantz gets no nibbullz on no lewurez wif hookz been vizabull.
Cantz gets no fishez wif no nibbuls.
Cantz gets no foodz a(n)/door no moniez wif no fishez.
I bet you can really slay the hawgs with a lure like that.
(sorry...southern fishing parlance)
Not that I’ve been fishing in a while, but I did used to fish quite a bit. Then, it got to be a hassle. Not to me, to others who wanted to go fishing. They’re always like…
“Man!!! I had no idea that fishing was so complex and so much work!!!”
Welp, why wouldn’t it be?
If you think about all of the people that had to work their asses off to make all that fishing tackle and boats and gasoline and roads to get there, and shit like that just so you can go work your ass off to have fun. Then, once you have your head wrapped around that, your head may not cave in when you think about all the shit it took to create the lake, the structure(s) that support and surround it, the water itself, the fish you are trying to catch, all the shit they need to catch so that they can grow up big and strong so you can in turn catch them…
yeah...it's a lot of work.
I have no idea what any of that means, nor what any of that means to you. But what I DO know, is that whatshername just knocked on my door, and then asked me if I would cook a pot of beans for dinner, and can I have them ready by 5:30/17:30. It’s 13:05 now, so, looks like I have some work ahead of me.
^Class A – Its Only Dreams^
Ever get the feeling that this “Moon Landing Hoax” business is nothing more than a clever attempt by certain people hinting as to the question of why we are not traveling to The Moon/going back to The Moon? I mean like…keeping “The Moon” and/or moon-travel in people’s minds.
Q: Who gets to go?
A: ...
There’s an answer. Dunno if it was the answer you were looking for, but it’s definitely an answer. Let’s ask it a different way…
Q: Who gets to go to bed tonight without a broken arm or severed hand because they got caught stealing?
A: ...
You really wanna travel that path? Me neither.
Don’t me wrong, I love space travel. But if I cannot travel freely in my own world without hindrance, what are we missing? And this ain’t just about me. There’s fucktons of people like me with not much and nowhere to take it.
Something’s gotten sideways here. You can’t legislate something that doesn’t exist, as if this legislation will make it so. If people were exercising good judgement prior to this law/these laws being created, these laws would be unnecessary. What makes you think they are going to follow them now? Didn’t someone lose?
It’s a pickle…no doubt about it. But squeezing an extra one in or taking one out ain’t gonna change anything except the obvious. Something else is going on here.
Or maybe not.
We’ll see.
Or not.
^Official – Morten Granau – Fuzzy Monkey^
X: It’s about time.
Cade: It always is.
X: No…I meant, it’s about time that you acknowledged my desire to talk.
Cade: It always is.
0: What does THAT mean?
Cade: I dunno. Was just thinking about layers and layering there.
Z: Still wanna go dig in the rocks do ya?
Cade: Would be nice. Dunno where I’d do it tho.
T: I’m thinking that a pool of quicksand might be a good place to start.
Cade: Now that’s just not nice.
T: Never know. Might be something down there.
Cade: Yeah…me.
B: At least there would be rocks down there.
Cade: The ones in my head? Can’t I just…stay up here and we can skip that part?
Z: Skipping around pools of quicksand sounds dangerous.
Cade: …
0: He, (“Cade”), is laughing uncontrollably right now btw. Just…FYI. Give him a second or two to recover. He’s picturing stumbling across a pool of quicksand, and then suddenly, your first instinct is to start skipping around it.
Cade: Where in the FUCK am I going to find a pool of quicksand, and assuming that I do find a pool of quicksand, will it be posted with “NO SKIPPING” signs?
X: Maybe.
T: That makes no sense.
Cade: lolz…but it’s funny.
T: I’ll give ya that.
Cade: What about a pool of quicksand.
T: Yer on your own (ba da ching)
Cade: (wah wah wah)
X: …
0: …
B: Don’t look at me.
A: …
L: …
Z: Don’t ask me.
G: …
Cade: So…to prevent the assumed necessity to proceed further with that list…no one would just…throw me a rope?
X: How much rope do you already have.
Cade: Only what I need.
X: Isn’t that enough?
Cade: Sorry…I though you pack of miscreants wanted to talk about this.
X: I don’t like where the conversation went.
T: Me either.
0: I…
Cade: OK OK…I get it…they get it…we all get it…I’ll stay away from the quicksand pool(s).
X: Assuming that you can.
Cade: Welp, there’s a headline that you don’t see anymore. “MAN DROWS IN QUICKSAND!!!”
Z: That would assume that there is a witness.
A: In your case, it does anyway.
Cade: I’m just wondering about the quicksand. I mean, no one ever asks.. “where did all the quicksand go?”…do they?
X: I’m not answering that.
Cade: Welp, it does move nicely into that thought/those thoughts that I had about alcohol absorption into the bloodstream.
X: And what was that?
Cade: Basically? Spin.
Z: But that’s not all…is it?
Cade: Nope. Never is.
0: Why do you think that is?
Cade: Funny that you would ask. I’m still operating under the premise that I must be needed somewhere for something, otherwise, I wouldn’t be traveling this path.
G: Lot’s to think about there, eh?
Cade: I dunno.
B: Whadda ya mean…”you don”t know?”
Cade: I dunno.
T: Good answer.
0: Agreed-ish.
Cade: I wonder what THAT means? (yawn)
X: You getting tired or something?
Cade: Nope. Just reading into some things there.
Z: Not always a good idea.
Cade: But how would I know, until, unless, and when, I know?
X: Is that an official question?
Cade: No…because I already know the answer.
A: And what is…”the answer”…in that particular case?
Cade: I don’t know.
Z: Good answer.
Cade: …
^Tropical Bleyage – Mala^
*******
*Ah huh… That’s the hiker’s foot that Cade mentions, Clicky… /cocks head inquisitively…*
*…YeEsss… This is the footer… /rolls eyes… Oh for fuck sake! Better roll some rock out for us then, Clicky…*
Dear Reader, we hope you can join us tomorrow for the third and final installment of this missive from the Text Us Okie Devil. Join us then and… Have a Song ❤
Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/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…*
*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…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*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…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
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.
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!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*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…
On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.
I was telling RedFrank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…
Sew it seamed… 😉
*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*
*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*
*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*
"The destruction of their cultural identity deals with who they are as a people." pic.twitter.com/dR7IEjjLlS
*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*
*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*
Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…
*Hmm…*
*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*
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Hyde teh hookses...fishez si smartzer den u tinx dey iz be.
Cantz gets no nibbullz on no lewurez wif hookz been vizabull.
Cantz gets no fishez wif no nibbuls.
Cantz gets no foodz a(n)/door no moniez wif no fishez.
Needz mo'betta hookzes.
(wah wah wah)
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