*That’s right, Clicky, he’s postponed setting off until he’s feeling better… *
…Luckily for us, he’s sent through another missive, although he does seem somewhat tetchy…
*What? No, of course I’m not happy about him leaving home to walk fuck knows where with a backpack full of tortillas. But what can I do?*
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This, whatever this is that is about to unfold, is gonna be a little different today.
Today, where and when I am, it is Tuesday June 27th of 2017.
How the fuck are ya?
^Greatest Vocal Trance Of All Time 1 of 3 God’s Compilation^
Let’s start at Merovee, CFrank Davis’ “normal” blog, RooBeeDoo’s LoL, via Twitter, and Leg Iron’s UBU blog.
Meh…let’s skip all those unimportant assholes…they aren’t paying my bills, nor do they help me in any way, shape, or form.
So … Merovee … … … a post entitled “Family” … a comment by a certain RooBeeDoo2 … a link to a tweet … a picture of two independent sets of some nice legs that are in distress (and in some nice dresses…ba da ching)…
a back in distress (in back…ba da ching)…
a warping clock that could be a metaphor for all kinds of time distortions.
(ba da ching = averted/omitted)
Corbyn preaching at Glastonbury said we should build bridges not walls. He failed to mention we now have to build w… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…— Annie O'Fence (@gimblemusk) June 24, 2017
Did I mention that these nice legs that are in distress are attached to people? Yeah. So is the back in back that is in distress that appears to be pushing a dolly/hand-truck. But I don’t want to assume the dude’s gender if he is actually a girl…so I’m avoiding thinking about whether or not those legs are nice or not. I bet those legs are pretty nice to them tho…so…yeah.
So…to see if that dude is actually pushing a dolly/hand-truck…I zoomed in on her, to see if I could figure out what kind of voter registration card he might be carrying in her wallet.
I mean hell, those two girls walking with their legs all twisted are WAY too fucking hot for me. Plus, they carry GIANT fucking handbags, so obviously…they are materialistic sluts who fuck for money/only dig rich dudes. They prolly only work at normal jobs for tax reasons. But I digress.
Yeah…that zoom function on MSPaint really didn’t help me out much. It went from looking like someone pushing a dolly, to someone who is grappling with a pixelated gateway to hell, that is full of fiery evil souls that are trying to escape into the earthly realms to wreak havoc and destruction on unsuspecting humans.
Good thing this poor fucker has intervened for us, eh?
Anyway…yeah…the zoom doesn’t tell me much…but there do appear to be some wheels … so … we’ll assume this dolly’s gender and intentions, and yeah…back problems just looking for a place to way to happen. I don’t know what that yellow thing that he/she/it is headed for, but those hell demons better hope that isn’t a mopping bucket full of water. Prolly wouldn’t be holy water, but…maybe that’s what the demons are needing…unholy water created from some poor fuck tasked with the unenviable task of mopping a goddamn bridge.
Now…I wonder what events could transpire, that could necessitate the need for a bridge, of all goddamn things, to be mopped. I can think of a reason. Several reasons. Weird what happens when train wrecks collide. But I digress.
Yeah…obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. Not that there aren’t some fucks sitting back and saying, “it’s win/win” while spinning opportunity and opportunities.
Like seeks like.
That's what just popped into my head.
Calm seeks calm.
Calamity seeks calamity.
Hmmmm....the name "John Walsh" just popped up.
For anyone not residing in the USA, or those too young to know…look up a show called “America’s Most Wanted” and “Adam’s Law” while searching for “John Walsh” for some background.
Anyway…yeah…these girls and their legs. Both right knees, right shins, right feet, right thighs, left hips, left feet, left mid-back… appear to be in some distress. I dunno why they aren’t walking right in the middle of that avenue so that they can avoid having to avoid those obstacles…but these ARE women we are talking about…and we all know…that women…are dumb.
I mean, that one is on a fucking cellphone for chrissakes.
Who walks on a fucking bridge while talking on a cellphone? What if she were to walk over the edge of that bridge and fall into the water because she wasn’t paying attention?!?!?!? Stupid bitch got what she deserved. Now she is gonna die from some skanky disease because of exposure to that nasty-assed water that she could have avoided if she had taken an Uber-Powered auto-driving cab. If only she had an iPhone instead of Android. Stupid bitch is prolly on a fucking outdated Blackberry.
GOD DAMN WOMEN ARE STUPID!!!!
UPGRADE STUPID FEMALE!!!
Q: Why aren’t they stupid enough to date me?
A: COME ON EVOLUTION/DE-EVOLUTION!!! Work thy magic for me!!!!
😉
Yeah…the woman in front has some cool shoes. But so does the woman to the right. But I cringe when thinking about those heels on that bridge. Especially when she has to move over and over again to avoid shit. But what is really on my mind at this point…is…
Q: How in the FUCK does someone obtain a permit to set up shop on a fucking bridge to sell shit?
A: ...
Not that I am opposed to someone plying their wares on a public walkway of any kind…but…they appear to have a monopoly going on there. Must be some sort of protection racket or union that ensures that little man is looked after in protecting their right to a monopoly. Hey! They thought of the idea first. You snooze…you loose.
Anyway…yeah…prolly all kinds of protection and protections happening on that bridge.
WHAT IN THE FUCK DO THOSE ASSHOLES ON BICYCLES THINK THEY ARE DOING IN THE GODDAMN BUS LANE???!!!???!!!???
Don’t those stupid fucks realize that “getting hit by a bus” is the number one reason for untimely death in the protection racket rings and schools of thought?!?!?!?
GOD DAMN PEOPLE ARE STUPID!!!!
/initiate evolutionary change check to see if ....ah fuck it...lost cause...
I wonder who makes those walls? Like…manufactures them? I wonder if they are in any unions and/or trade groups, professional associations, etc.?
Q: WHY NOT TAKE THE DAMN THING APART AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKS?!?!?!?
A: ...
Sorry, but if it’s that important to you, and the damn thing is gonna come down anyway, why not treat it with some of that TLC that you are espousing it needs? I care what happens to it. I’d like to see it some day. I could stand on that bridge and talk to chicks, maybe pick up a few postcards and a T-Shirt or something.
Q: Does the bus stop on the bridge if a passenger needs to board a bus there?
Q: What if they’ve tried to make it to the next bus stop, but physically cannot make it?
Q: I thought you were big on making exceptions?
Wait…maybe I’m confused. We are hanging on to the past, from the present, while building better…right?
Q: Where?
A: ...
Q: How many gallons of paint were used on painting the street lines and signs and whatever on that street?
A: ...
I wonder how much that paint weighs.
Q: How often is painting/repainting required?
A: ...
Q: Do the design(s) and location(s) ever change with respect to what is painted where?
A: ...
Q: What about the chemical makeup of the paint? Does that ever change?
A: ...
Q: What about the old paint that flakes off…where does it go?
A: ...
Q: Is there an accurate audit-trail as to what paints were used where, when, the amounts, the types, chemical makeup and formulations, etc. etc.?
A: ...
Q: Is that information freely and readily available and free to the public which it serves?
A: ...
Yep. Your government. It is what it is. It’s yours afterall.
So much for these “not my <insert name and/or position and/or title here>” types of placards and signs, eh?
Signs...signs...neverywhere...signs.
There is NO…FUCKING…WAY…that real-estate prices in that area are as such that a fucking souvenir shop can pull in the kind of money required to afford land in that area. Oh wait…it’s technically hovering, and not actually on land…like…terra-firma kind of land. Wait…isn’t there all kinds of legal wranglings with respect to bridges and waterways and shit like that?
Welp…who cares. This fucking asshole is flying in restricted airspace without clearance and prolly is not a properly licensed and certified pilot. Hell…the fucker doesn’t even have a goddamn airplane. Prolly breaking some physical laws. LET’S BUST THIS ASSHOLE FOR BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! GET HIM AND/OR HER, THEM…OR…WHATEVER!!!
<Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch.wmv>
Speaking of breaking some physical laws…it would appear that those with super-powers have finally infiltrated professional sports. I mean…that guy punches so fucking fast…you can’t even see it. There ought to be some kind of law. And if there is already some law…the evidence is overwhelming.
BAN HIM!!! (or her) …whatever…just…DO SOMETHING!!! REVENUES MIGHT SUFFER!!!
Or go up...hmmmmmmm....let's talk this over...
<Hey You – The Rock Steady Crew>
So…since we are dealing with permanent and permanence…let’s make a course adjustment in the correct direction…
So…you want your shit to fucking always and forever…stay the same…right?
I'd suggest ice.
Yeah…find a big fucking block of ice, and jump the fuck into it.
I ain’t gonna volunteer to watch your dumb ass to make sure nothing changes, but I may drop in occasionally to check on ya. Maybe see if you’ve changed your mind. But no chance of that, eh? You wanted static and unchanging…and you got it…so…yeah…no changes to be had.
Let’s imagine that you have a kid.
You encourage this kid to become a doctor.
You, are less financially viable than you would like, and want better for you kid, hence…you encourage along the medical path.
Nothing wrong with that ❤
However…your kid is going to inherit a fucking nightmare.
20 years from now, this kid of yours is going to be forced into a corner, where they are required to provide answers for something that they had absolutely nothing to do with.
They had no idea that this kind of shit was going on 20 years ago.
“Fuckin’ A mom…I was only 10 years old at the time…I was playing Minecraft with friends and reading comic books about aliens from outer-space.”
I wasn’t researching hidden research that was protected by proprietary and/or corporate law(s).
No one else knew what they were doing.
Hell…even they weren’t sure what in the fuck they were doing.
They had no idea as to the long-term effects of these experimental technologies.
Q: You sure your child is up to the challenge?
A: ...
Q: Are you?
A: ...
I’m betting that you are.
I’m with ya.
I’m cheering you on.
Not so sure about some of the tinkering that is going to require your child to walk that path, which is going to require you to walk it with them…but that remains to be seen, eh?
I have faith…that if your child and you indeed have to walk that path…that there is a reason and reasons…reason and reasons that you have been chosen to walk it…that there is hope.
Yeah…I kinda went off at CFrank Davis’ blog the other day. And I realize that much of what Frank says is kinda tongue-in-cheek stuff that is sometimes written with the intent of getting a reaction. I see nothing wrong with that, but yeah…all kinds of shit wrong with that. Primarily, the thought of using the same modes and methods to oppose something that is using modes and methods that is generating opposition.
I understand that kind of thinking tho. I’m not fond of thinking that way, but then again I’m a lazy fuck who doesn’t like thinking at all. Too much work. Too much hassle. Let the Pros and prose handle this. Wait…prose is me. I’m all plain and stupid…uneducated and uncertified. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah....raising an army to fight an army.
Pro-Tip: I’d watch the groin and shins if I were you. Nothing like an expected leggy to defeat a well armed army.
Yeah…Frank imbeds some interesting thoughts in his writings when he isn’t being a frothed mouth lunatic about anti-smoking. Lots off cool stuff to ponder and think about. Even if it’s just for fun. But then again…why isn’t figuring shit out fun? I think it’s fun. Not an opinion shared by very many…but…yeah or whatever.
<Haysi Fantayzee – John Wayne is big Leggy 1982>
That’s all I have for now.
Hope all of that bullshit makes sense, and that you are in no way as confused as I am.
I mean…yeah…sometimes I may “lead-on” that I am a shade more confused than I actually am…but I have my reasons for that.
I am not looking for answers for me.
I am looking for that which I can pass on.
Anything for me, and me alone, outside of the joy of the ride itself, does me no good.
Sometimes, there’s lots of data to ponder in such cases…sometimes, not so much.
I gots no answers.
Q: Is my “looking” not good enough?
A: I dunno either /me shrugs
I do work for you afterall.
/shrug
It’s much more difficult to parse a person and their life than some might think.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to help when and where I can.
∞/shrug\∞
So finally…to Leg Iron’s Underdog Bites Upwards blog. I’ve had the pleasure of the opportunity to speak with someone directly this week via Twitter, and I gotta give a shout-out to her writing.
I had no idea that other people ever wrote articles at UBU, but I’ve no idea why I would know…so…yeah. She pointed me in the direction of some of her writing, and it’s pretty damn good. I liked it anyway. “Very observant and relatable” is how I would describe it. A state of being that is shared. Almost that “voice speaking to the wind as if no one is listening” type of writing, that I personally enjoy. A story to be told. Doesn’t matter if that story “should be told” or “needs to be told”…it’s beyond that kind of nonsense…it is being told…and that’s all that matters.
Lot’s of people I’ve stumbled across in my travels who are like this.
It’s a pleasure and joy to have been afforded the opportunity/opportunities.
Just remember, I’m gonna piss you off at some point, and we’ll prolly get along just fine.
Or something.
Anyway…we appear to have a common interest in travel, music, writing, nail polish, and some Scottish dude.
^Brothers Moving “Minnie The Moocher”^
Cade: OH SHIT! I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!!
X: Never heard that before.
Cade: Anything in particular?
X: We’ll get to me later.
Cade: Sounds ominous.
X: We’ll see.
Cade: lolz…k.
X: …
^The Raveonettes “Love in a Trashcan” Music Video^
This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word…
wolf (n.) Old English wulf“wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo-“wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas“wolf;” Old Persian Varkana-“Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).
This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]
Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.
…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE…
Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.
…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…
Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.
In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.
Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?
It didn’t at the time.
Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.
Fast forward to today.
Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.
F, A, N, G. What does that spell?
Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.
Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?
Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.
Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…
I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.
That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…
… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…
… Alas he didn’t use it…
*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*
Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…
If you hadn’t heard already, there has been an ‘unprecedented‘ global cyber attack reported, Dear Reader…
Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…
*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*
Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤
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Hmmmmm......interesting.
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^
So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.
Rapport
Most
Engaged
Synchrony
Pronounced
Empathy
Group
Individual
Enhanced
Charm
Charming
Discern
True
Authentic
Phony
Clearly
Neural Entrainment
Attention
In-Synch
Common
Stimulus
Shared Attention
Dynamic
Group Learning
Uniform
Entrainment
Neural Marked
Issue
Engaged
Reality
Online
Offline
Attention Sucking
Observe
Toxic People
Sucking Draining
Force
Force Attention
Lawyer
Police
Energy Body
Distractible
Thought
Food
Nourishment
Feeding
Junk Food
Better Food
Diet
Better Material
Better
Pay
But
That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.
BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.
😉
OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.
❤
^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^
Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.
^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^
Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.
EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.
EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.
^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^
The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.
EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?
Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”
^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^
Anything going on in the world?
What about your world? Anything going on there?
Same shit?
Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.
Wanna fuck?
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^
I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.
That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.
But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.
Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.
^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^
It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?
Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.
Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?
OK…so learning ain’t always so boring afterall. In the Wiktionary definition for “shithole”…there was an example of usage as follows…
“That hotel we stayed at in New York was an absolute shithole; no wonder it only cost $12 per night.”
lolz
$12 a night? What did you expect? The Ritz?
^Fluke Slid^
Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?
A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"
Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.
Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.
And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.
^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^
Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?
The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
The chucklehead(s) at Twilight Language have declared some kind of Yankee and Cowboy war…whatever in the fuck that is.
The chuckelhead(s) over at Merovee are talking about God only knows what.
The chucklehead(s) over at SyncBookRadio are doing whatever it is that they do.
The chucklehead(s) over at Tek-Gnostics are talking archaeology.
The chucklehead over at The Secret Sun is talking about Paganism or something.
And this chucklehead right here is talking about whatever in the fuck it is that I am talking about.
What a pack of fucking weirdos.
^Chemical Brothers – Under the Influence^
It appears that some things are going wrong in the world.
LET’S WATCH IT AS IT HAPPENS!!!
^FAILS Compilation || March 2017 || MonthlyFails^
And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.
^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^
I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.
^Diving into 1000 Mousetraps in 4K Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^
Fuck it. Here’s some more cool slo mo shit.
^Best Slow Motion Videos 2017^
And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.
^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^
Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.
BUT!
Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…
Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?
A: FILTERS!!!
Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.
But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^
My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.
Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”
Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.
A: ???
I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?
^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^
I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why? Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers. Lieutenant Gorman: So? Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system? Burke:[interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right. Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what? Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos. Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.
Now…for the hard part.
Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.
^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^
My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.
Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.
It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.
/me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – Nothing [Justin Strauss Mix]^
It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?
A: The Need Unmet.
I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.
But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.
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, RedFrank’s MEROVEEpost 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’…
Also last night, The Underdog posted about his battle with an intractable pelmet…
*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…
*******
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?
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)^
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?
Yesterday at The Lab, Korben Dallas mentioned a problem with posting on MEROVEE…
*Clicky did you hide the link to my response behind the image? Ah, yes, I see you did. Well, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink… or click for that matter …/titters 😉 *
So, problems with ‘in moderation’ comments disappearing from my screen. But who would believe me? I know, I thought, I could do an experiment and try to show what I’m seeing.
Now this is a Library not a Lab. Could be dangerous, but fortunately I carry my own PPE…
I posted a reply to an overnight comment to me from DDNA on ‘Believe In Love’…
Five links were used (including one image and one Song). Normally this would be published straightaway but it went into ‘moderation’. As you can see, Frank’s reply to DDNA’s comment is directly above and Viktor’s is directly below.
I carried on doing other stuff and decided to go back later…
GONE!
Not only that but a further comment to Frank went into ‘moderation’
*Clicky, can I just say you’re being very good today restraining yourself for this experiment? Don’t answer, just keep it up 😀 *
I went back to look again and this comment, too, had disappeared…
GONE!
So Korben Dallas, as you can see, it’s very possible that this is what could have happened to your comment on MEROVEE. No doubt they’ve slipped into ‘spam’. I’ll email Frank and we’ll find out 😉
Hmmmmm......interesting.
