Welcome to the Schop Zone: Mind the Gap

Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Fourth of July to you 😀

*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*

Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL recently, musing over whether the Internet has gained sentience without us even realizing it. Not by means of Artificial Intelligence, but instead with Aeonic Intelligence…

… I’ll try to explain my thinking, Dear Reader, but you will have to employ your own Clicky Click assistant…

*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

Now, let’s see… I guess this particular train of thinking started on the first day of my hols, the 8th June, although I was quite unaware of it at the time. However, if you will allow, we are in the year of 2020 Hindsight…

‘The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ), also known as Free Capitol Hill,the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest, and the Capitol Hill Organized Protest (CHOP), was an occupation protest and self-declared autonomous zone in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, United States. The zone, originally covering six city blocks and a park, was established on June 8, 2020 by George Floyd protesters after the Seattle Police Department (SPD) left its East Precinct building, and was cleared of occupants by police on July 1, 2020.’

Arthur Schopenhauer Genius Quote*/flicks lighter… Nah, I ain’t a genius, Clicky… /lights up… Listen… /drags… I didn’t say fanks for ‘olding the fort for me ‘ere… /plumes smoke… I was in need of sum finking space…*

UR Welcome*Hey! You got that from Cade… /coughs… I admit, you are a genius recycler tho’, Clicky… /flicks ash… You could be sum sorta professor…*


Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 1

*That’s a 9/11 Tweet pairing if ever I saw it, Clicky… /deep drag…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 2

*By changing ‘white’ to ‘allow’ and ‘black’ to ‘deny’, and then boasting about it… /stream smoke… Ain’t Twitter just cementing the racist meanings they’re trying to eliminate? … /shrugs… I mean, they’ve fucked themselves, straight off the bat…*


Cade and Legs and Roob Convo

*Yeah, I see it… /squints… Kelsey Grammer as Frasier of Seattle… /final drag… and father Martin…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 6

*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

So what, you may very well be asking yourself, Dear Reader, if you’ve been keeping up so far (well done, btw), triggered the silly bint, RooBeeDoo2, to write this post? How did she get to pondering the notion that The Internet might be sentient, with humanity as the gestation conduit for the emergence of Aeonic Intelligence, caught and subsumed by a web bed?

I’ll tell you – it was one of the gifs Cade left in the scrolling room on Twitter that he, Leggy, Poppy Sweat Pea and myself go to, to hang out, share interesting things between us and chew the fat. Like online friends doo…

Thelete and Sophia create Aeonic Intelligence via Human Gestation

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉


Missive From ‘Merica: Wanna Kick Up The Batty Crease, Eh?

Happy Turd Day, Dear Reader. Here in the UK, today is 13.7…

July 13 is the 194th day of the year (195th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday (56).

Sew… I had a busy day yesterday. Important guests were visiting my place of work, and the day before I’d been sent to buy some consumables…

supplies receipt 13.77


… Also I had to be there extra early yesterday morning. When I put my hours worked into the spreadsheet by my employer, for accrued hours, I got a bit of of a surprise…


Roobs 1 hour and 37 mins accrued on for visit day

And if you’re wondering at all, Dear Reader, all the hard work put in during the weeks prior to yesterday’s visit paid off because it went off without hitch…


Meanwhile, Cade sent through a new missive but I was just too knackered last night for much more than a bath, a bite to eat and the obligatory ironing…


*Speak for yourself, Clicky…*

I’m going to split his ramble-shamble in half, so part ‘eh?’ is below; the second will be along later. Enjoy! 😀


Are you reading this?

Me neither…so don’t feel too bad. 🙂

It’s 02:51 AM on Wednesday July 12th, and I cannot sleep. Yes…I am aware that my sleeping problems/patterns are of no concern to you. But what if we start dating? What if we start dating and we starting sleeping together? What if we start sleeping together so much that we move into a small cottage together, or buy a camper just so we can have a place to sleep together all the time? My non-sleeping problems/patterns just became your non-sleeping problems/patterns.

Didn’t think about that…did ya?

I just ate a whole tube of Ritz crackers, and drank a big glass of iced tea sans the ice part.

Sleep is hours away if it comes at all.

BTW, that crap that I sent to Roob yesterday? It appears that I created an editing nightmare for her. But we got it all worked out, had some fun correcting some of my screwups. So yeah…fun.

^Revolting Cocks – Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?^

If you run tests on someone, to determine whether or not they can pass your tests…

Q: What are the odds that the vast majority will fail?

A: ...

Fucking rofl (and yes, I am actually laughing IRL)…sorry…but this idea is so fucking stunningly stupid…it’s brilliant…yet remains ridiculously stupid. You designed this test…correct?

Q: Can you pass your own test?


So…you want someone like you?

Ever though of dating sites for your metrics instead of only your standard standarized standards?

What am I saying…of course you have thought of that.

You’ve narrowed your one, via many, and now all you have to do…is find that one…and shithammer the living fuck out of them.

Assuming that they are cooperative that is.

Good luck.
^ZZ TOP – Just Got Paid (HIGH QUALITY)^

I gotta get this nonsense out before my head pops. Not that my head has ever actually popped before, nor has my head even threatened to pop. But as I understand it, and according to the professionals, that potentiality exists, so I must be cautious under the current circumstances.

Sooooo….let’s start off at Google, and I’ll explain the rest on the way.

Google – smokers should lose custody of their kids


OMG I feel so dirty for just searching Google for that.

Let’s give Dogpile, Yahoo and Bing a whirl and see what they have to say.

Yahoo – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Bing – smokers should lose custody of their kids

Dogpile – smokers should lose custody of their kids


I feel so much better now.
^Revolting Cocks – Me So Horny^

So…let’s take that story that keeps appearing via something called The Daily Caller.

OK…so…this started via a Tweet/Re-tweet that I stumbled across on Roob’s feed last night before bed.

But the Tweet didn’t actually have a link to this story I just hunted down, just a screen capture of a tweet, or some tweets, or some such shit. I guess this is how these fucks get around the 140 character limit…but that’s a bitch-fest for another paragraph…so I’ll digress a bit.

I wasn’t going to look this fuck up on his Twitter page to try and find out if he is Tweeting stories where he is quoting having himself quoted, because that seemed a little…odd. To me it did anyway. Plus, the way the screen capture is arranged, it looks as if this uppity asshole is calling himself some nation’s top anti-tobacco lawyer, which adds a whole new dimension to this shit, since lawyers are not supposed to advertise. Maybe lawyers can advertise, and attorneys cannot. Let’s look that up too.

^April Wine – I Like To Rock Official Video^

I feel like some asshole chasing his tail.

Must be some rabbit hole around here somewhere.

This is only going to be applicable in the USA.

Sorry foreign scumbags…American scumbags only.

Dogpile – can attorneys advertise?

Legal Advertising

Legal Advertising in the United States

I started actually watching the video below, instead of just listening to the music, and I got distracted. Sorry. I kinda like legs. Not that the rest of a woman is not also impressive. But yeah…erm…where was I?


So here is what originally popped into my head upon seeing this latest smoking related Tweet…

Q: I wonder how many sides of the fence the pro-smoking/anti-smoking fucks are playing?

A: ∞++ (that's just a wild-assed guess)

And this isn’t just about tobacco companies either. Nor health organizations, nor the healthcare industry, nor government(s), nor rolling paper companies, nor cigarette filter manufacturers, nor match companies, nor lighter companies, nor chemical companies, nor transportation industries up to and including taxi drivers, etc., etc., and so on…WHEW!!! That’s a lot of shit to think about, eh?

Q: What do all of these have in common?


But yeah…anyway…the second thing that came to mind was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not own goats?

A: ???

The next thing that popped into my head was…

Q: What if these “smokers” do not view their children as possessions to be taken away?

A: ¿¿¿

Yeah…shit had gotten real, took a turn to the surreal, then right back to real. I may have swerved back and forth a few times between real and surreal…but I wound up right back here in blah.

I don’t want to write about this shit. I don’t want to think about it. Not that I don’t like and/or enjoy thinking and writing about this shit sometimes, because sometimes I do. But that’s what scares me.

^ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses^

What I finally settled for in responding to this Tweet, was more along the lines of ownership. Complete and total. It has long been “the Right’s” assertion that “the Left” wants cradle to grave care for any and all. But I’m wondering…why stop there? You’ve been digging around in the womb for quite some time…so let’s go all the way. Conception-based ownership. That means patents and industry outside of life itself, on life itself.

BUT!!! That’s kinda what gives me hope. All of these things that seem to be coalescing in one direction or another? They are going to be tested.

And tested.

And tested.

I know that I am tested daily. And as shitty and snotty as this may sound, it’s the only reason that I can see that I’m being included in any of this shit at all. There is no reason that I should be included, unless I am required. That doesn’t bode well on many levels. Not such a bad thing on some others. What does that mean?

Q: Why would a complete nobody with nothing and no one…be included…in some global game…against his wishes?

A: ?¿?

Yeah…I dunno either. But I have some ideas.

^Alice In Chains – Would^


The second half of this missive will be posted up at the LoL later…

Missive From ‘Merica: Okie Devil/Texas Rambler

There follows a longish missive from my good friend Cade, in which he follows up on his previous mid-week insect-infested meandering, relates a humorous telephone conversation with his ex-missus in ‘The Key Hunt’ and mourns the loss of seasonal fruit…


*No, Clicky, that’s not all there is…*

*Music, yes… A fuckton…*

*Of course… a shitload of pictures…*

*Er, two Wiki Wavy Walls, Clicky… Enough to keep you out of mischief for a while…*

*Good call!*


I’ve forgotten some things…

...I wonder if I can remember them?


^Blue Sky by Fluke^

But first…how bout some fun!

^Drum Club – Sound System (Underworld Mix)^

A Tungsten Sphere found in Bosnia.

Or is it Iron?

I’m gonna ignore the parts about “The Super-Intelligent Snail”

Don’t want people thinking that I am too crazy.

X: You are crazy.
Cade: Am not.
X: Are too.
Cade: Am not.
X: Are two.
Cade: Am not.
X: R2
Cade: Am not.
X: R2-D2
Cade: Am not. And BTW, we better stop there…George Lucas is gonna sue your ass.
X: “My ass?!?!?” You mean “our ass?”
Cade: Nope. You and just you. George Lucas is gonna sue you.
X: Is not.
Cade: Is too.
X: Nuh-uh.
Cade: Is so.
X: …
Cade: …
0: …
Cade: O HAI! Long time no see.
0: …

^Nowhere Fast – Streets of Fire.wmv^

I guess since I’ve been thinking about “templates” and how they relate to creation and creating with respect to holograms…throw in some Dung Beetles and some other various flora and fauna, and we have all the ammunition we need!!!

So…according to the website above…Tungsten, is typically used for “fragments” in ammunition products. There was also a mention of “maximum damage.”

/me shudders

The above article, states that Tungsten is used in all kinds of shit, including “a variety of weapons”…and goes on to mention that some was even sent out on Voyager 1. Thinking about that thought, and thinking about Stephen Hawking’s postulation that if we are ever contacted by “alien life” that we should not respond…

Q: How would “alien life” respond to “an interstellar greeting that contains a metal that is used in weaponry here on Earth?”

A: Yeah...has a "Pandora's Box" and/or "Trojan Horse" kinda ring to it.

I mean, these aliens have been around for a lot longer than us, and are MUCH more intelligent than us, and are MUCH more advanced than us…so…who is to say that they haven’t been using Tungsten in their own weapons for eons? Just wondering how they might think of such a thing. Maybe I should go read-up on The Voyager Missions and see what the thinking was/is with respect to what was put on that thing and why.

Or…I could just assume that “advanced aliens visiting Earth/Terra” have the ability to travel through time in less-conventional fashion, and have been reviewing the process and processes that went into The Voyager Missions in order to better understand what in the fuck we were thinking by loading up a “Sanford and Son” garage sale type of space vehicle, and slinging that shit out into space.

^The Smiths-Nowhere Fast-Guitar Cover-Allison Bennett^
Stacking Faults in Vacuum Evaporated Crystals of Copper and Silver
(Above is from 11 May 1956 - nice. Must be some trademark/patent type shit involved)
Evaporated Crystals of Urea
Interface (Matter)
Optical Phenomena
Fata Morgana (Mirage)
Fata Morgana (Mirage)-In Literature
Looming and Similar Refraction Phenomena
Atmospheric Refraction
Observer-Expectancy Effect
Facilitated Communication
Pest Control
Weed Control
Field Theory (Psychology)
Law of Effect

So…if you as a person…

A) live in a giant mansion,
B) have a cool car,
C) hot wife,
D) perfect kids,
E) have loads of cash,

does that mean that, if I do not…

A) live in a giant mansion

…that we can pretty much assume that everything else within that model and modeling will crumble when applied to anyone and everyone except yourself?

No wonder everyone is motherfucking psychotic and paranoid.

Or at least…thinks that they might be.

Or…that if they aren’t crazy…

everyone else…is.

^The Pixies – Levitate Me^

So in yesterday’s whatever, I forgot to mention a thought as to why I think that I am seeing many insects that I have no seen in years. I’ll go ahead and get the obvious “prolly because you haven’t been looking for them” out of the way. But I’ll augment that with another thought, seeing as how I am a big believer in the concept of “It’s Never One Thing.”

Currently, I am staying in a house that was built in the 1950’s. Yep…it was built not long after World War II. This particular house is at the far northern reaches of the suburban city in which I live. It is considered “ghetto” or “the hood” by most standards, as there are a great many “poor people” that live in the homes that surround me. But judging by the difficulties that most homeowners have with “lawn care” and pest control” and the like, yeah…a push in one direction seems to dictate a push in the opposite direction.

All it takes...is time.

Afterall, most of the public projects to spray the living shit out of areas for pestilence have long since ceased, save for the occasional push to spray for mosquitoes that may have West Nile Virus, and now Zika. Not like Malaria was ever a problem here in this hot-assed marshland where a bunch of rivers and creeks used to run. But I digress.

^Pixies – Surfer Rosa. 1 – Bone Machine^

I guess that if I took more time to sit down and write some of this shit that I am thinking about, instead of just sitting around and thinking about it, yeah…I might get more done. Or at least…”more done” that is a shade more tangible to anyone stupid enough to be reading this shit. Lotta flippin’ and floppin’ and wafflin’ and ziggin’ and zaggin’ and…wait…ziggin’ and zaggin’…I guess I need to buy some pot.

Got any?
^Sonic Youth – Tunic (Song For Karen)^

Clark Kellogg: “There’s a kind of freedom in being completely screwed… because you know things can’t get any worse.”

Movie = The Freshman

^PJ Harvey – Dress – HD Live (V Festival 2003)^
Sodium Peroxynitrate
Hydrogen Peroxide
Paraffin Wax
Anterior Cruciate Ligament Injury Redirected from Laximetry)
Lactulose (Redirected from Laxilose)
Monosodium Glutamate
M-SG Reducing Agent
Silica Gel
Lustre (Mineralogy)
Asterism (Gemology)
Titanium Dioxide
Carbide-Derived Carbon
Carbon Nanotube
Orbital Hybridisation
VSEPR Theory
Steric Number
Coordination Number
Denticity (Redirected from Bidentate)
Radical (Chemistry) (Redirected from Free-radical)
Free-Radical Theory of Aging
DNA Methylation

So…thinking about “the long term effects” of tinkering with all of this time related stuff that has applications outside of time itself…

Q: What is to say that sometime in the future, a full-term pregnancy is so “out-of synch” with the goings on outside of the womb, and how those relate to the goings on inside the womb, that a fetus begins an aging process as it traverses the birth-canal that is so traumatic, that the baby begins to age at a rate that equals a life lived, and an old man or old woman is born, and dies, shortly after delivery?

A: ...

Sound impossible? If you think of spin and spins and spinning “as everything”…or at least, think of it as “everything as it relates to time and motion with respect to matter”…it’s really not that hard to imagine such a process taking place.


Not suggesting that “stillbirth” as we know it today, is a reflection of a process and/or processes that is/are currently happening. However, the future is not ours to have. Not in the way and ways that some seem to perceive the future anyway.

And not that I am right/correct in any of my analysis and/or conclusions. I’m prolly wrong in most of them. However, I tend to temper that fact/those facts with…


I gots no answers. And more than that, yeah…I prolly most certainly do not have the answers that you and/or your peers require.

That said, I’m kinda thinking that the process of birth is not the traumatic event that it is made out to be, at least with respect to the baby. I’ve seen it up close and personal, and yeah…it’s weird. But it’s not like this sort of thing happens every fucking day either.

For example…as of today…I am 18,075 days old. From November 15th of 1967 to May 11th of 2017 is 18,075 days.

(according to The Internet) 😛

Out of those 18,075 days, I have witnessed the process of a child being born, a grand total of 3 times.

Not very much when worded like that.

A whole fucking lot when worded like that.

Yep...both, and not one or the other.
^Depeche Mode — New Dress^

If “garbage” is your problem, or at least, “a” problem…

Q: Where is all of this “garbage” coming from?

A: ?¿?

Q: Where is all of this “garbage” supposed to go?

A: ¿?¿

Yeah…I don’t have any answers either. But I have some ideas. These tend to be “birth to death” types of ideas. No idea where I got that idea.

^777 Gear Swing 2012^

It’s 11:02 currently on this fine Thursday May 11th of 2017, I’ve been writing this particular whatever for a coupla hours now…and the silence of my loud-assed thinking, was just interrupted by a phone call from whatshername…

Whatshername: I need you to do me a favor.
Cade: Take the garbage out?
Whatshername: No…your son has locked himself out of his car with the engine running.
Cade: OK.
Whatshername: I have a spare key, and my mother is going to take it to him. Will you go look in that cubby in the kitchen where all the glasses are?
(Cade proceeds into the kitchen, “cellphone of despair” in hand, open cubby door, grab keys that are sitting there, and jingle keys into cellphone receiver).
Whatshername: OK…that’s not them. There is a bunny rabbit mug…no wait…it’s um…shit…I can’t remember…it’s a mug that “so-and-so” got me…but I can’t remember what it is…it’s um…
Cade: (the mug in question is sitting right in fucking front of me, it is the only fucking mug in the cubby, as the rest of the glassware in there is champagne and wine glasses/crystal stemware and maragarita glasses…but I listen to her patiently as she rambles under duress) Machu Picchu?
Whatshername: THAT’S THE ONE!!! Now…there is a very long key in there, that has some piece of paper attached to it.
Cade: My…that is a long key. I wish my penis was that long.
Whatshername: (laughs) OK…will you take that outside, and my mother will be by in a few minutes to pick it up.

Her mother lives directly across the street, so I cannot help but roll my eyes at the infinite amount of time that I must now sit and wait until my ex-mother-in-law has to drive approximately 75-100 feet to cross the street. I open the front door, she is already sitting in her car in the driveway with her door ajar…I hold the key up and jungle it, and I say…

Cade: If you think I’m walking this all the way over there, you’re crazy.

I didn’t notice that my ex-mother-in-law was on the phone, but she smiled anyway. She has a great sense of humor, and seems to enjoy “my dry wit” and bitter sarcasm.

Anyway…I hear my youngest’s voice in the hallway outside, so I guess they are back.

It seems that my oldest had driven my youngest to Guitar Center to look at guitars, and somehow locked themselves out of the car with the engine running.

/me shrugs

Imma go get the different perspectives of the tales that are no doubt being recounted outside of my door right now.

^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Limits Get Broken^

Welp…that wasn’t such a great idea. The conversations had already wandered to accusation, resolution, restitution, preventative, penance, and guilt. I wandered in and out of the conversations that were taking place at different times in different locations based on participants as they wandered about the house, but the best that I could muster was…

“Son…if you lock yourself out of your car again…you aren’t going to be able to drive it anymore.”

He smiled.
^Front 242 (The History 1984 – 2005) [05]. Slaughter (daveg75 videoRemix)^

So yeah…old houses…old neighborhoods, old dirt. I dunno how long dirt is supposed to last, but seeing as how I am almost 50 years old, I simply assume that the dirt is going to last longer than me. However, I have to assume that my children are going to last even longer than I am, so maybe they will see the dirt progress in ways that I could never even imagine. I mean…isn’t that how life works? How life is supposed to work?

My father is dead. I mean…I don’t consider him dead, nor do I consider anyone who is dead as “being dead.” The reason that I look at death in this way is that I have no common frame of reference with respect to anything other than “the aftermath.” But that is not my frame of reference, nor even “a” frame of reference, because everything that is left, has to do with life…not death. What my father did in life. What my father did in life with respect to our interactions and experiences.

I was there when my father died. I was not in the same room, but I was in the adjoining room as he had “gotten pretty bad.” My brother-in-law (youngest sister’s at the time husband) was the one who wandered into the other room and discovered that my father was no longer breathing. Ironic that my borther-in-law would die just a few months after that.


^front 242, television station^

Cicadas in this area are on a 17 year cycle. So…why is it so difficult to think that other insects and/or “wildlife” could not be/are not on similar cycles? I mean, if you don’t like an area that you live in…you move…right? Animals aren’t stupid, and neither are you. I guess the question that remains is…

Q: What about “the infrastructure?” Does it also move?

A: ?¿?

It prolly moves if it is allowed to move/not prevented from moving. Because in those cases, yeah…its gonna move. It just ain’t gonna move in any predictable manner or manners because all is unknown. Oroville/The Oroville Dam is a good model for that thought.

But thinking about how we are tracking movement and movements with GPS and shit like that, what is our base? The beginning of monitoring? Because that says to me you only give a shit about it from that point.

Meaning: What is to prevent the entirety of Earth from moving around a single "fixed-object."

Something like The Hoover Dam. Who is to say that everything was so interrupted by the creation of that dam, that the entirety of the area began to shift its shifting to accommodate its construction. Now, all it has to do is figure out how to adjust and continue its motion and motions from there. And now all we have to do, is think about the terrain and terrains that surrounds the terrain that is “more directly affected” in order to see the gears and cogs that are affected “across the board” with respect to “building a permanent fixture atop a permanent fixture.”

lmost has a “Tower of Babel” or “Hanging Gardens of Babylon” of “Lighthouse of Alexandria” or whatever type of ring and rings to it, eh?

^Move! – Public Enemy^

I’m kinda excited to see if The Cicadas come out “en masse” this year. Lots of insects this spring. And I mean LOTS! I just hope that people don’t freak the fuck out over it, and use this is some sort of excuse for some “final solution” as if to say

“we’ve finally lured them out and lured them in…now is the time to strike.”

Pestilence isn’t really what I think most people think it is. I remember seeing HUGE swarms of grasshoppers when I was a kid. And yeah, seeing the paths that they left behind in their wake? Impressive as shit. Almost unbelievable to see paths carved out by millions of “small-ish” insects. (The grasshoppers in this and surrounding areas can be motherfucking HUGE).

But anyway…thinking of “the damage they cause” as a passing thing? Sure…you may lose a lot of crops for a single year, or even a coupla years. But…it’s not like you singled out a dinner table right out in the open. It’s not like you chose a huge plot of land to grow “this, and this ONLY” instead of something a bit more “flowy.” Grasshoppers and other insects and life of all kinds has a right to life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness as much as any other living thing…don’t they?

I dunno. “The Framers of The Constitution” prolly weren’t thinking that big at the time. Or, maybe they were. I have no idea where they might have gotten their inspiration(s) on liberty, happiness nor freedom…but I have some pretty goddamn good ideas as to their source and sources.

But that’s just me.

I'm weird like that.
^Public Enemy-Can’t Truss It^

A military aircraft, performing “a tactical descent.”


Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^C-17 tactical descent, 25000ft to 5000ft in 58 seconds^

Been thinking about June Bugs a lot, since they, like Crickets, are damn near NEVAR fucking seen around here anymore. But then again, June Bugs are simply Grub Worms that have been sitting around underground for years, digging their way through the dirt and eating the roots of finely manicured lawns and making ugly and unsightly brown patches.

Gotta KILL those bastards before the kill the entire lawn!!!

Not like they are gonna turn into June Bugs and fly away in a coupla months.


So? Don’t we do the same?


You don’t say.

^B 52’s – June Bug^

Burrowers and borers and diggers and shit like that? Yeah…I understand how irritating they could be to a farmer. Not that I have ever known any farmers.

(I have, and I do) 

But anyway…yeah…if we kill them all…how do we really know what their purpose is, outside of pissing you off? If we think in terms of sampling, maintenance, observation…all wrapped in the nesting of time and times and changes? Yeah…purpose and purposes.

Q: Ever picked up a stray animal and tried to get it to eat?


Yeah…if you pick up a stray, your first order of business is survival right? So…you feed it. Or at least, attempt to. Watch any “nature show”…and all you are gonna see is eating, shitting, fucking, and dying. So, the process of elimination…

Q: Did you pick up this stray to fuck it or watch it fuck?

A: No.


Q: Did you pick up this stray to save its life?

A: Yes.


Q: Did you pick up this stray to watch it shit?

A: No. BUT! It will prolly need to shit at some point, if I can get the fucking thing to eat anything.


Q: Now what?

A: ???

Yeah…I dunno either. My point being, if you as a person no longer needed to eat, would you know when that time arrived? And I’m not talking about the events leading up to and culminating in a meal that you eventually sit down and eat until you are full. I am talking about no longer needing to consume food, for whatever reason…would you know when if this event took place, which required you to no longer require a requirement, outside of the act of consumption/consuming sustenance.

Q: How would you know?

A: You wouldn't? Or...you would?

Maybe “when” is sometimes a process in and of itself. Maybe this is why we are sometimes hungry, and sometimes, not so much…irrespective of available options. And I’m only thinking more “in modern terms” here, as we no longer have seasons anymore. We fly and ship food from all over the fucking world. And outside of the season and season changes themselves, we have no real reference(s) as to when it is, via what it is. And by that I mean…

Q: Are Watermelons “in-season?”

Q: Are Oranges “in-season?”

Q: Are Cantaloupes “in-season?”

Q: Are Apples “in-season?”

Oh really? Apples are in-season?

Q: What kind?

^Depeche Mode – Clean^

Yeah…we used to get all kinds of fruits and vegetables at different times of the year here in Texas. We’d look forward to Grapefruit at certain times of the year. Look forward to Green Grapes at one point in the year, and Red Grapes at another point in the year. Avocados here and there, when and if “the crops came in.”

But now…you can walk into a store, and it’s the same shit, day after day, year round. The displays never change. The roadside stands selling fresh fruits and vegetables, and the day-trips to drive out to get them? Gone. Restricted. Prohibited. Licensed to extinction. The home gardens? Good luck trying to grow one without a visit from The EPA seeing what you are using to grow your stuff, or a visit from The DEA to make sure you aren’t growing anything that you shouldn’t be.

Think I’m paranoid? Welp…you may be right. But I do know that the town that I live in, PROHIBITS the erecting of outside clothes lines for drying your clothes sans electric clothes dryer…as they are “unsightly.” Lotta panties, and bras, and underwear, and shit like that…and we don’t need to be thinking about how hot that chick prolly looks in that bra and panties. It leads to all kinds of nasty lascivious lechery, and pre-marital sex, and unwanted pregnancy/pregnancies, and unwanted children, and crime, and poverty, and jail, and recidivist types of behavior that are unwanted. We must not perpetuate this kind of thinking. It must be stopped…and it must be stopped FOREVAR!!!

God help us all.
^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

I am 49 years, 5 months, and 26 days old.

593.8 – Months
2,582.1 – Weeks
18,075 – Days
433,800 – Hours
26,028,000 – Minutes
1,561,680,000 – Seconds
187 days until my next birthday.
It appears that day, November 15th 2017, will be a Wednesday.

^Course Of Empire – Coming Of The Century^

Meh…we’ll figure it out.



Or not.



^Philip T.B.C. feat. C.Monts – Back To The Batcave (Topspin Remix)^

It’s weird what we remember.
Is it weird what we remember?

It’s weird how we remember.
Is it weird how we remember?

It’s weird what we remember and how.
Is it weird what we remember and how?

Q: Is it weird what we forget?

A: I dunno either.
^Course Of Empire – Infested!^

Air conditioning. Something…goes here…about…air conditioning.

Maybe it was…”an” air-conditioner, and not “air conditioning” in and of itself.

Yeah...it was an air conditioner.
A gallery.

Or a theatre.

Or something.

^Course of Empire “Infested!” (live 7-18-98 at Trees, Dallas, TX)^

cYa | cFa

^Propellerheads — Take California^



*What you doing?! Clicky, work don’t finish until 5pm…*


*Oh okay, work finished at 1pm for you… /rolls eyes… I’ll see you at home later…*


Missive From ‘Merica: Swirly Whirliness

I received a new missive from The Okie Devil last night, Dear Reader, which is set out for you, below. Whilst I was reading it, Leggy sent me a Twitter DM about a ‘Recorder of Possibly New Energy‘…

Legs DMs Roobee with Torsind link

Special studies have established that the torsind perceives an unexplained influence which can be associated with neither gravity nor electromagnetism. Perhaps it is responding to a new kind of solar radiation unknown to modern science. The special significance of this radiation is that it transfers a torque which causes a torsind disk to rotate.

*So the box moves faster, Clicky… Interesting…*


Welp, it’s official. I forgot to say HOWDY at the very beginning of this particular whatever, hence…I’m an asshole. Please forgive me, I’ll do better next time. Or not. Or something. Whatever. OH! And whatshername informed me a little while ago that she went to court this morning, and our divorce is now final.

<golf clap...or something>

“The wind whistling through my ears” would prolly be more applicable.

^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Days and Days^

HOWDY!!! 😉

Not gonna harp on this, but it’s kind of a shocker, seeing as how this situation was only recently described to me as “should hear something soon.” But to be fair, I was kinda left out of the process, seeing as how I was only an inconsequential party to the process/processes spinning in order to include me for omission. Now that I have been officially omitted, and I have a copy of the divorce papers in my hot little hand, I’m free to roam about contemplating what went wrong for the rest of my life. I might get to some other mysteries during that process, but prolly not.

^Dirty Vegas – “Days Go By” (Original version)^

I guess one of the things that I’ve wrassled with during this process, is how to tell “my side of the story” without sounding like some pretentious prick. Easy, remove all pretenses, tell it as it is, as best you can. It’ll be close, not exact, and yet…exactly like that. Prolly put some thinking into trying to mindful of others, but I may not have to. I dunno. Tried.

/me shrugs

Anyway…yeah. That’s why I call whatshername “whatshername.” I know her name, she does too. But I don’t want you to know it. You can know that she has one, and also know that I know you know she has one, but I ain’t telling what it is. It has too much of …erm…”an untrusting ring” to name names in this particular situation. Lotta weird shit going on…and it’s been my experience that the best thing to do in a storm…is ride it. Not like you have any other choice, unless you do have another choice…so…yeah. Maybe this is why I personally have such a difficult time with “separating certain things” just because we can. I guess that notion of asking someone else the question of “why are you doing this?”…which is responded to with an answer of “because I can.”

Points of confusion, merging at the same time, and at different points in time, all at the same time, while seeking understanding on different timelines.

Party A: Has been at this party a while, and can’t go into all of the details at this particular time of your arrival.

Party B: Has just arrived at the party, and has no fucking clue what the hell is transpiring, but needs an accurate accounting in very short order!

^Philip T.B.C. feat. C.Monts – Back To The Batcave (Topspin Remix)^

So…watching the video below…it got me to thinking less about “the tornado that comes down”…and more about “the tornado that goes up.” If you wanna know more, about my line of thinking here…give the following vid a gander, then I’ll catch ya on the flipside.

^Extreme up-close video of tornado near Wray, CO!^

I’ve actually seen a small funnel similar to the “finger” shown first in the video, that seems to be timidly reaching down, then extending back up. This got me to thinking about the air/moisture at ground level, and it’s motions and movements relative to the funnel in the clouds. Almost as if, there was “a negotiation of sorts”…transpiring between the clouds, the ground, and everything in between, as the funnel was seeking it’s pathway to the ground in a manner that seemed…hesitant.

Thinking about the weight of the water/moisture contained in those clouds, the lightning in and of those clouds, and the electrical/energy portions of the ground and their motion(s), as well as the air/wind and everything in between…it really got me to thinking about the low pressure(s) generated during tornadoes with respect to lightning’s ability to transform vapor/gasses into water and vice versa. That “phasing” kind of simultaneousness of turning some gases into water, and some water into gases, all at the same time, all in a more dynamic system that seems very turbulent and chaotic, but is actually quite stable.

But don’t tell that to anyone in the path of such a storm.

^Soulwax – Is It Always Binary^

So yeah…thinking about the tornado itself as a stabilizing factor and/or director of sorts, as to distribution and movement of that storm within the dynamic systems that surround it. Thinking about it in terms of making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, where you have peanut butter on the top slice of bread, jelly on the bottom slice of bread, and what happens when you mash those two slices of bread together. There is going to be a spreading out, then some suction as these substances and particles try to find their own balance once you release pressure.

Almost like two parabolas meeting, bending further to accommodate each other, then finding their natural balance together…whatever that might be. If you keep the systems that surround these two meeting forces in mind, maybe it’ll make more sense as to why excluding the whole can sometimes be folly. And yet, we keep trying. Nothing wrong with that, cept when and if there is something wrong with it. But we can’t know when and what those might be, until and when we do.

Q: Now what?

A: I dunno. Why are you asking me?
^Stonebridge ft. Therese – Put Em High (JJs Club Mix) HQ^

Focusing more on the goings on around the tornado, than the tornado itself. Afterall, the tornado seems to be some sum of these goings on around it, and not the whole in and of itself, I get the feeling that “the tornado knows this.” Yeah…it’s a stretch. BUT! Tornadoes are kinda…”springy and stingy” at the same time, so thinking about “The Ancient Greeks” here, and their postulation of “something’s desire to return to it’s natural state”…LET’S TALK SPACE TRAVEL!!!

^Hybrid – Marrakech^

Q: How far do you have to be away from home, in order to get “homesick?”

A: ?¿?

Q: How long do you have to be away from home, in order to get “homesick?”

A: ¿?¿

Are we talking time here? Or distance? Or speed? Because they all had to merge at some point to get you away from where you left, in order to get you where you were going, in order to get you to being homesick.

So when and where did these things “merge?”

My immediate answer is going to be “all along the way baby.” But that sounds a little too saucy, zesty, zany and/or spicy, so let’s dial that back to boredom so we can see where we are going.

Wait…where were we going?

Meh…doesn’t matter.

ANYWAY…erm..space travel. Now that we’ve been out in space for some time, and we’re God knows how far from Earth/Terra…what are these factors that are making us “homesick?”

The easy path is going to be family, friends, loved-ones, etc…but what if you have no such “ties” behind on Earth? I mean…there is nothing that we as individuals have to keep on Earth/Terra…so why are we getting sick? Erm…we are made up of we…so…there’s gonna be some creepiness to that immediate thought.

Yeah…a being made up of 40 trillion cells + 50 trillion bacteria/viruses/etc = one space-sick/homesick dude or dudette.

Now, you are thinking…welp…”eliminate one of those two, and we are good as gold.”

Hmmm…I wonder if “bacteria” is gonna first on that hit list. Just guessing on that one. Not like bacteria are currently on any hit lists or anything. Just…thinking out loud.

^Pogo – Oyster Dreamland^

Been seeing “Thor’s Hammer” being bandied about here and there lately, and it got me to thinking about Osiris.


Yeah…Osiris. Seems like he carried something around with him on his person that might be capable of giving something or someone “a smack” equally as well as a hammer…so…yeah.

Maybe a connection there. Maybe not.

But anyway, it got me to thinking about Thor needing his hammer to either stop something, or start something. Kinda like those crazy Poles and their Bricks and Hammers, cept Thor has no brick/bricks. Or…maybe he does. So trying to think as a scorpion might, I’m gonna jump to “dancing with Shiva”…or…”what it is to dance with Shiva.” Not that I’ve noticed how red Orion’s foot has looked lately or anything…but I digress. (Yeah, in my part of the world, Orion’s foot has looked very red in the sky lately.)

^deadmau5 – Polaris^

Thinking even further now about this storm in the video above, and all of that transitioning weight and mass of the clouds themselves as they move and roll in, trying to get to where they are going…I can’t help but guide my gaze downward and think of the people. The houses and infrastructure, the people that built it, and the people that they built it for. So now that I am breaking my cardinal rule of never looking into the future…let’s go all the way, and see what we are trying to see, as we are watching these events unfold.

Not like there is any poetry to the people who made that video running out of gas right in the big middle of that tornado or anything. I personally could not decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing that someone chasing a tornado ran out of gas right there at the business end of that particular event(s)…but the video survived, so that story is capable of telling itself via the active participants.

I am a mystery...find me.
^Pogo – Raining in Wonderland^

Yeah…I’m all over the place currently. But I couldn’t help but think about that statue of Shiva at the LHC. Thinking in terms of all of the things that “make The Universe go”…it’s a lot to think about. Especially for someone like me who is WAY out of their league in both science and religion, and just about everything else. It’s difficult to try and fit in when you know that you don’t.

So…you improvise. Before long, you are building some huge thing for some reason that you aren’t sure of.

Thinking in terms of arcs and parabolas, yeah…that shit was prolly coming together LONG before you first thought of it. Just keep that in context, and shit should get out of hand in no time at all. 😉

^Dr. John: Right Place Wrong Time^
"How Shit Applies To Me."

lolz…If I ever get the gumption to write/write a book, that prolly outta be a title of one of them.

But I digress.

Yeah, ego. On the outside, it’s damn near impossible to understand since it’s interpreted/interpretive and kinda…situationally based on something that is kinda easy to understand until you are told what a piece of shit yours is. (lolz) So, survival instinct, and how yours manifests when it manifests. So…that’s gonna be an outward thing, based on inner reflection of these coming interpretations, as they manifest through interpolation “as it happens.”

So, action/reaction in a little more dynamic fashion than just “Newton’s 3rd”…even tho that is going to be our base. So if I put that thought back into “Thor’s Hammer”…I’m thinking in terms of guidance with respect to “is Thor putting the string into my stinger? Or taking it out?”

I picture Thor’s Hammer banging on my claws to put the string into the sting, or banging on the sting itself to either hone or harm the sting. Afterall, we only get to do this once. After that, we have to either do it all over, or find something else to do. And who wants to do that? 😉

It’s a lot to think about. Especially as a student, which is what I consider myself.

So…relying on others’ best judgement, even when it opposes my conclusions.

^Radiohead – Everything In Its Right Place (Hybrid Remix) – COM LAG (2plus2isfive)^

Not gonna go much deeper into the Horoscope aspect since I know little to nothing about it. But what I am good at, is piecing things together that go together, and leaving things alone that need to be left “as-is.” I guess I don’t need to bring up my abilities of dissecting things, and my discretion in those types of matters.

So…now that we have our storm, and our lightning trying to keep things together and/or take them apart, we have a lot of pressure changes between our mass of water/moisture/clouds, as well as the dust and other particulate matter contained within that mass of clouds.

WAIT!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Any dynamic within a system either adds and/or detracts from that system yes?

Dust is paramount in the formation of raindrops and hailstones, so why would other particulate matter not have an effect on a storm or other arrangement of visible moisture? And not just particulate that can usually be detected in some way by science, but also gas and gasses and energies of all kinds.

Q: Ever seen a storm change colors?


Yeah, not just black and/or grey, but green, yellow, orange, red, and black and blacks, and grey and greys all mixed in. When you throw The Sun/Sol and it’s motion in there relative to The Earth/Terra and it’s motion(s) relative to the storm and it’s motions? Yeah, a lot of pushing and pulling in the middle there. Almost like…breathing. In…and out. So if we think about particulate with respect to breathing? Yeah…prolly gonna be some “hiccups” in the normal motion and dynamics.

Suddenly…predictability just went right out the fucking window. The house prolly went with it.

^Royksopp – Poor Leno (Jakatta mix)^

Basically, yeah…I see the gears turning. Just not sure what role I have outside of seeing these gears turning. Not that it’s important, but I guess someone had to do it.

/me shrugs
^deadmau5 – Avaritia^

Just been pondering the notion lately, that any long-term/long-duration trip away from The Earth/Terra, is gonna be a one way trip. And not from some looming potential disaster that has been anticipated, accounted for, and relegated to the realm of the negligible. It’s going to be for those things that you couldn’t possibly account for, seeing as how we’ve never done this before.

Instead of time/duration/length, you instead think of energy and energies with respect to transitions/transitional from a standpoint of “evolution” and/or “mutation”…there might be some long term effects of leaving/returning to Earth/Terra that haven’t been accounted for.

EX: When Apollo 11 returned from the moon, the astronauts were kept in isolation/quarantine for a period of time in the event of any contaminants of the viral/bacterial variety that they may have encountered on the moon.

But if we flip that…

Q: What about mutation within the astronauts themselves?


Yeah. They had a lot of stuff from Earth/Terra with them, and this stuff sought to emulate standard Earth/Terra conditions on The Moon/Luna so that the astronauts could survive the trip. But what effect(s) did the astronauts themselves have on The Moon itself, and what effect(s) did it have on them in return?

Even if you are emulating Earth’s/Terra’s environment, you aren’t on Earth/Terra…so…how accurate is that emulation over long periods of time.

I dunno either.

I do know that if these effects are relegated to the realm(s) of “the negligible”…that’s prolly where they are gonna manifest.

Q: Do we want a pendulum? Or a snowball here?

A: umm...wut?

Do we need to see an IMMEDIATE effect in order for this “negligible” to be considered paramount? Or does it need to remain “hidden and undetected for a while” until the negligible becomes paramount?

Same shit…different timeline.

The short is, who is affected, and who is not, and when?

^Jay Lumen – Can You Dance (Original Mix)^

Now that we are back to fission/fusion, and how these energies are distributed “in straight lines” during a particular event…how long are these “straight lines” before they bend?

Are you sure of the origins of these energies?

Because if not, how can you be sure as to their destinations?

If the prevailing assumption is that “we need to get the fuck away from this planet” due to knowledge/understanding that we currently have in our possession regarding our ALWAYS living on a planet, that is bombarding us with radiation from different sources, and these sources are the source of all of our ailments and maladies….

Q: Where ya gonna go?


Q: What cha gonna do when ya get there?


Q: Where are the rest of us gonna be?


Q: Are you sure that you are sure as to the methods and reasoning(s) in your action(s)

A: Yeah...I dunno either.
/me shrugs
^Wizard Of Meh | Pogo^

If I were to wrap some of these thoughts into ergonomics, and the way that we treat people today with respect to how we view “someone sitting on their ass all day and collecting a paycheck”…we might be able to think a little more with respect to space travel and how we would think about treating those travelers on our mutually-beneficial type of journey.

I suggest you view the movie “Dark Star” if you wanna see how I view long-term space travel with respect to the travelers themselves. Their mission, their status and statuses, the changes within the changes that are changing, and how all of these changes change during the changes, and the change that they change into.

Quite a headful, eh? Not really. I hate to have to say that sentence aloud tho. I’d prolly cover anyone within 20 paces with gallons of bacteria ridden slobber.

But yeah…ergonomics within the workplace. If you are sitting most of the day in an uncomfortable chair, what are the odd ways that your body is going to try and compensate? And I’m talking adaptation in more of a compensational type way, since we are gonna have this job for a while right?

Right? RIGHT?!?!?!?


Whew…that was a close one. Mighta went postal there. 😉

Q: If everything in our lives revolves around work, how long is that gonna work?

A: ???

Just…something to think about.

^Chaos Chaos – In This Place (Live on KEXP)^

I dunno. The astronauts get everything custom-fitted and custom-made, why is it so hard to understand that everyone kinda needs/requires the same attention? Too much standardization and adaptation to that/those standardizations? Hmmm…has that worked out well with the concept of “the bra?” I understand modesty. I respect it. But ever seen how dead people/sick people get handled?

Yeah…not a lot of modesty there.


Anyway, I noticed a story about this husband wife team making custom fitted bras, and my heart kinda leapt a little. I mean yeah, my heart leapt a lot…but prolly not for the reasons you might think. But you might be able to think of a couple. 😉

^Propellerheads – Velvet Pants^

Gotta run.

Have a great Wednesday.


^Alan Fitzpatrick – Skeksis^

cYa | cFa

^Jaaam | Pogo^


bespoke (adj.) “custom or custom-made, made to order,” of goods, as distinguished from ready-made, 1755, the same sense found earlier in bespoken (c. 1600), past participle of bespeak, in a sense of “to speak for, to arrange beforehand,” a sense attested in bespeak from 1580s. Now usually of tailored suits.

Stormy Whether or Knot…

Thoughtful Man just rang me from work.

“We’re gonna be hit by a storm tonight. It’s all over the news,” his voice crackled down the line.

Some light key tapping revealed the worst. “Oh, you’re not going to continue working in that are you?”

“Probably not. Hardly anyone out anyway. Pay day is a week away and then there’s Christmas to think about,” he said. He sounded cold and lonely; in these days of Uber-bollocks, hospitality business-busting smoking bans and a surfeit of surly fares on drug-fuelled jollies, a cabby’s lot is not a happy one.

“Okay, baby. If it gets too bad, just come home.”

Loopy looked at me intently, craning his neck away from his game as I finished the call. “What’s up with dad?”

“Nothing,” I reassured him, “apparently we’ve got a storm on the way.”

“A storm? Will the internet go down?” Nice to see Thing 1 has his priorities straight */rolls eyes…*


*Knot in the mood for much tonight, Clicky… slightly fucked off with others that really should know better… /sigh… Come, cheer me up…*

*/:D Ah you are a good assistant… /settles back and pats snout…*

Dear Reader… Have a Song…


CLICK5 Special: Wanna Dance?


Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)

The worse part of being a girl was that if your mate was prettier than you she would be asked to dance and this would leave you on your own if you weren’t. You felt embarrassed and even though you both agreed at the beginning of the evening that one would not dance and leave the other alone, when the crunch came ‘all’s fair in love and war’.

It was on one of these memorable occasions when Daddy ambled up to me and it all started. Margaret and I were dancing when the boys came upstairs and I saw these two blokes eyeing us up. I said to Margaret, “There are two boys coming over. Say No.” Terry asked Margaret to dance and she said, “Yes”. Daddy asked me and I said “No.” Margaret waltzed off with Terry and Daddy said to me, “I have just walked the whole length of this dance floor to ask you to dance. Don’t make me look like a fool now.” I danced and your lives began.


Can I recommend a book to you, Margo? It might explain this period in time to you. It did for me:


Basically, during the Crisis (Winter) Season, i.e. now, a Gray Champion arises from the masses, to galvanize the younger generation, generally to war. FDR was the last one. However, in this digital, electronic age we live in (h/tip Marshal McLuhan), it’s not just one ‘Gray Champion’ but the collective ‘gray people’, i.e. Old Uns.

And in the case of this particular blog: Stop behaving like Nazis and let us enjoy our pint in the pub with a smoke. We’re the Allies. We’re not the call to go to war this time, we’re actually the Voice of Reason.

I’ve written some posts about it:



*/smokes whilst waiting…*


*/sparks up and offers light to others…*


*/keeps on smoking and waiting…*


*/mental facepalm with rolling eyes…FFS, Clicky go give yourself a Song…*