Missive From ‘Merica: ENCORE!!!

A treat for you now, Dear Reader…

*I know! …/claps hands…*

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

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

Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.

Was just thinking.

I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.

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

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

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

Q: What’s your time worth to you?

A: ?¿?

Q: Since when did my time become your time?

A: ¿?¿

Q: Does that make your time my time?

A: ¿¿¿

Got the time?

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

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

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

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

…full of illegal immigrants,

white trash,

niggers,

terrorists,

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

but not everyone can be you.

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

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

Things change mang and/or mangette.

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

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

…hence

…big mamma called me.

But it gets weird from there.

^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^

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

Lolz

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

Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.

OH! You don’t?

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

You might wanna read the label, chief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: Sure.

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

CADE: Yesssss….

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

CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.

MA: …

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

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

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

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

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

MA: They better not be.

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

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

MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!

CADE: Whatever you say.

MA: <laughs>

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

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

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

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

CADE: Why is that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^

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

1 = 1.

 500,000 = 1.

 73% = 1.

        27% = 1.

       100% = 1.

        1 v 1

Yep...that's all there is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.

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

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

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

Q: I wonder how much information weighs?

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

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

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

MA: You are?!?!?

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

MA: Where are you going?

CADE: West.

MA: Do you have somewhere to go?

CADE: Yeah…west.

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

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

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

CADE: You have?

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.

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

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

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

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

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

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.

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

CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…

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

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

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

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

MA: That’s still a lot of money.

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

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

MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”

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

MA: No…she didn’t.

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

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

CADE: A bastard?

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

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

MA: She’s dead now.

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

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

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

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

MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?

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

MA: She’s 80 today.

CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.

MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?

CADE: lolz…20 years ago?

MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.

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

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

CADE: That’s cool.

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

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

MA: You don’t ever check the web?

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

MA: Oh…they do to care.

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

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

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

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

CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤

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

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

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

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

MA: Can I hug you?

CADE: No.

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

MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?

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

MA: OK.

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

It was a great time.

I am thankful for it.

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

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

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

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

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

Q: Seeing a trend yet?

A: ?!?!?

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

EX: Do you like to fuck?

Me neither.

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

I’ll try and be good at it.

Hell…we may even like it.

😛

(no promises tho)

^ATTLAS – I Need You More^

Chances.

Chances…and taking them.

What are the odds?

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

50/50 = 1 v 1

Q: Which one do you want?

A: 
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^

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

Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?

A: ???

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

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

No matter how, you shake and dance…

The last two drops, are going in your pants.

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

^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^

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

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

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

MA: I was a terrible mother.

CADE: Um…no you weren’t.

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

CADE: You aren’t now.

MA: But I was then.

CADE: Then isn’t now.

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

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

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

Whatever works tho.

^Sasha – Rooms^

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

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

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

Not that I've thought about that or anything.

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

I guess it depends on how hungry you are.

Literature.

Litterature.

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

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

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

^Alan Walker – Faded^

cYa | cFa

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

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

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

Missive from ‘Merica: X, T and C Conversations…

So how was it for you, Dear Reader?

I, myself, have been having a quiet but busy time of it: proofing Hugo Stone’s new tale and putting the finishing touches to an ‘interview‘ we had just before Christmas…

*Oh, I see what you’re doing Clicky… /taps nose… *

… And hosting ramblings from Cade, The Okie Devil. You’ll find his latest below, but he’s also reposting some of his older Sync Miss For Him warblings, hear. They are intense but I do hope you’re enjoying his missives, Dear Reader…

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*But of course, Clicky… /chortles… It means eye get to be Dear Reader… /wink…*

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giphy5
What are you doing?
Really?
What are you wearing?
I’ve been WAY too fucking serious recently. So I thought that I would start this whathaveyou off with a dirty joke…
The white horse fell in the mud.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s88MjrrkPnQ
^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game (Hybrid’s LA Blackout Mix)^

giphy6
Ya see…it’s like this.
When I see a picture like the above? Yeah…cool shit. Wicked looking, and someone prolly spent a shitload of time creating the graphics that went into that gif. But then, I start to see stuff. I start to wonder…”Outside of art and the art itself, what does that image represent?”
Then I got to thinking about sand and silicone, and starting thinking about…”That almost looks like a mathematical/graphical/materials science representation of how a certain element and/or molecules of a certain compound break down over time.” I don’t know “the” or any specifics for that matter. It’s just what came to mind when looking at it. It looks like a crystalline structure of some kind breaking down to a certain point, to where it represents a less fractal type of structure, and more geometric type of shape. And I would assume, that the point at which the animation ends is when the more geometric type of shape reverses and starts to assume a more fractal shape again with same type of conditions and time that caused it to arrive where it did, and the process starts over again at some point. It just reminded me of some engineering that was done some time in the past where there was a point to where some of the structures that engineers were designing? Well, we’ll just say that nature was/is having major problems dealing with those materials, structures and/or shapes. Especially over time and times.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpgpNX7pJAA&amp;
^Dyno – Serena^

Maybe there is a reason and or reasons that “nature does not draw in straight lines.”
Maybe we just don’t understand the straight lines that nature draws in.
I can see some of them. They are rarely straight…and yet very straight.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_Q-e0jokP4
^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

Yesterday I went to a Christmas party. I had a few beers, followed by a few cocktails, followed by a few shots. I still had the sense to know that I was over the limit. That’s when I decided to do what I have never done before: I took a cab home. Sure enough, there was a police roadblock on the way home, and since it was a cab, they waved it past. I arrived home safely without incident. This was both a great relief and a surprise because I had never driven a cab before. I don’t even know where I got it and now that it is in my garage, I don’t know what to do with it.
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I found that joke on another forum, and copied it verbatim. Except for the formatting.
It bet cab drivers have heard many jokes. Prolly seen a few too. Maybe even inspires them to write a few of their own. I bet someone could write a book about it. I know that I wasn’t fond of the “Taxi Cab Confessions” series on HBO. Seemed like there was too much leading. But that “Cash Cab” show they had on TLC or Discovery Channel or whatever it was? Fucking AWESOME show.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9H9mIWIkx4
^Deadmau5 – Faxing Berlin (1080p) || HD^
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Carbon – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbon
Timeline of Chemical Element Discoveries – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_chemical_element_discoveries
Actinium – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actinium
Harriet Brooks – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harriet_Brooks
Natural Philosophy – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_philosophy
Teleological Argument – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teleological_argument
Creation Science – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creation_science
National Defense Education Act – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Defense_Education_Act
DARPA – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DARPA
Derp – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derp
NASA – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NASA
Derp – https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/derp
Derp – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=derp
Dammit – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=dammit
Cultured – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=cultured
Sophisticated – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=sophisticated
Sophisticate – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=sophisticate
Cell Culture – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cell_culture
Tissue Culture – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tissue_culture
Plant Tissue Culture – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plant_tissue_culture
Wildcard Character (Redirected from *.*) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wildcard_character
Question Mark – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Question_mark
Irony Punctuation-Percontation Point – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irony_punctuation#Percontation_point
Question Mark-Mirrored Question Mark – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Question_mark#Mirrored_question_mark
Content Clause (Redirected from Indirect question) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Content_clause
Sentence (Linguistics)-By Purpose – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentence_(linguistics)#By_purpose

My balls itch.
What is this shit all about.
My balls still itch.
X: Perhaps you should scratch them.
Cade: Mind your own fucking business.
X: …
Cade: THX!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B4fat0ZfrY
^Deadmau5 – Lack of a Better Name (1080p) || HD^

Cade: They are my balls after all.
X: But they didn’t even itch.
T: Yeah. You were just trying to make some silly point.
Cade: Was I successful?
0: Be careful with that kind of “cleverness”…k?
Cade: Where this is going? I see it.
X: O RLY?
Cade: Maybe.
0: Why speak as if you know something, if you in fact…don’t.
Cade: I dunno. How else am I supposed to learn?
X: Blend.
Z: Yeah…blend.
B: It works for some people.
Cade: Lemme guess…”and not so much for others?”
B: Some do tend to “stand out.”
Cade: Welp, as long as I can stand, I figure…good for me.
X: And…
0: Yeah…you left some stuff out there.
T: …
Cade: I tried to avoid the incoming penis joke.
X: …
0: …
T: What are you looking up here for? The joke is in your hand.
Cade: A very common phrase of wisdom, written on many a bathroom wall.
X: Why do you think that is?
Cade: Public bathrooms? You do that kind of shit at home, and someone is gonna get an ass kicking.
X: Shit in public. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Sure. Whatevz.
X: …rawr….
Cade: Thanks for the smiles.
X: Whatevz.
A: Yeah…whatevz.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbw2XBBVO3A
^deadmau5 – So There I Was^

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Yeah…when you hear things that others cannot hear? Yeah…it tends to scare people more than anything else. But when you see something that others cannot see? And then you take the time to point out what you are seeing? And then, they see it too? Yeah…it freaks them out pretty bad, but there is a kind of “relief” there. Maybe even a sparkle in the eye. A kind of…”Oh, maybe he’s not so weird, and maybe it’s kinda OK to be weird sometimes.” But the worst, is…yeah…when someone starts to hear what you are hearing. I’ve spent time trying to describe what I am hearing, and when people start to hear it? They freak the fuck out. And not in a good way. They’ll plug their ears and start that “la la la” kind of crap. They become convinced that the only reason that they heard what they heard, is because I heard it first, then described what I was hearing until they heard it. The sense of smell may be the most poignant and jarring sense. But sound? By far the most frightening. I would assume, primarily among those who have their eyesight reasonably intact. I mean, why rely on the ears when you have the eyes? I dunno. I have weird/limited hearing and good eyes. I love hearing stuff. Especially during thunderstorms when you can see the lightning, smell the rain, hear and feel the thunder, and the electricity in the air just makes your hair stand up on end. And I have kind of a booming voice…when I choose to. I like sound.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZB6tkZXmyY
^Tiny Dancer (Deadmau5 Remix)^

This song goes here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O1_3zBUKM8
^Naughty Boy – La La La ft. Sam Smith^
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McCarthyism – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McCarthyism
Subversion – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subversion
Belligerent (Redirected from Belligerency) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belligerent
Treason – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treason
Petty Treason – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petty_treason
High Treason – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_treason
Counterfeit Money – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Counterfeit_money
Miscegenation – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miscegenation
Genetic Admixture – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_admixture
Lineage (Genetic) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lineage_(genetic)
Speciation – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speciation
Sympatric Speciation – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympatric_speciation
Allopatric Speciation – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allopatric_speciation
Allo – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allo
Emic Unit (Redirected from Allo-) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emic_unit
Allo – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=allo
Allotheism – http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?allowed_in_frame=0&search=allotheism
Allotheism – https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?search=allotheism&title=Special:Search&go=Go&searchToken=d29bj3nl7oamubvuqyxckpbfk
Death Valley – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Valley
Pupfish – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pupfish
The Phenotypic Plasticity of Death Valley’s Pupfish – http://www.americanscientist.org/issues/feature/the-phenotypic-plasticity-of-death-valleys-pupfish
Greater Roadrunner – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greater_roadrunner
Roadrunner – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roadrunner
Horned Lizard (Redirected from Horned toad) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horned_lizard
Autohaemorrhaging – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autohaemorrhaging
Asclepias (Redirected from Milkweed) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepias
Asclepias Syriaca – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepias_syriaca
Taraxacum (Redirected from Dandilion) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraxacum
Latex – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latex
Latex (Disambiguation) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latex_(disambiguation)
Latex Clothing – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latex_clothing
Latex, Texas – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latex,_Texas
Texoma – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texoma
Texarkana, Texas – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texarkana,_Texas
Texarkana, Arkansas – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texarkana,_Arkansas
Pacific Islander – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Islander

Now…you may be saying to yourself…
“How in the FUCK…did you start off at McCarthyism…and end up at Pacific Islander?!?!?!?”
I dunno.
But I did.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogMNV33AhCY
^Pendulum – Witchcraft (Official Video)^

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I dunno. Since when do I need to always FUCKING KNOW what the fuck I am talking about? Does that make me fit in or some shit? Cause I can assure you…the one absolute without a fucking DOUBT way for me to NOT “fit-in”…is for me to try and fit-in. I’m either too smart, or too stupid…usually too stupid…but I digress. It’s that way for and with a lot of groups. They let certain people join, for no other reason, than to single them out. A living breathing walking talking fuckup for everyone else in their group to point and laugh at, and justify their whatever and whathaveyou. Cause we all know that when it’s just you and a bunch of nod-mouthed drones just like you? Ya gotta…break up the monotony occasionally. Remind yourself why you are doing…whatever it is that you think you are doing.
Sounds like sound logic.
Kudos to you.
Good job at being there for…whoever you are there for.
Sounds…unified.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hfuzg_C2PFU
^Stonebridge ft. Therese – Put Em High (JJs Club Mix) HQ^

Yeah, I was kinda thinking about the Masons and Illuminati and Templars and whatthefuckever types of groups that seem so goddamn popular all of a sudden. From what little I know about them, I have kinda equal parts of respect and contempt for them. Especially the Masons. You can’t have a hammer, if you have nothing to crush or drive with it. You cannot have a measure, if you have nothing to measure. You also cannot have any of it, without those to help you dream for whatever it is you are dreaming of, and those that you serve by doing…whatever it is you are doing. People wanna wear rings and chat and drink beer in some exclusive club…I have no problem with that. Sounds like the military, excluding the enlisted. Unless they have a high school class ring of course. But who wears those after high school. Assuming you could even afford one. Even if you did make it to graduation. It’s almost like a sifter into a sieve eh? Take the good ones, and send the rest down the shitter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ9Wj8GyrDU
^Highroller by The Crystal Method^

giphy7
Oh…I’m sorry. Am I trampling on you sensibilities and beliefs?
Fuck you AND your sensibilities and beliefs.
If you think this isn’t difficult for me…you are mistaken.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQ66ClagzN0
^Crystal Method – Jaded^

If it looks like shit, and smells like shit, do I really need to taste it to know that it is shit?
A: Sometimes. My soon to be ex-wife is a pretty terrible cook. But she’s gotten better. Not that it benefits me really, but I’m still glad to see her cooking and enjoying it and getting better at it. The key? She’s not afraid of cooking anymore. She’s not afraid to fuck up, and deals with her fuckups better than she used to. And as a result, she’s gotten pretty good at it. (not fucking up/cooking well that is)
It’s amazing what a little bit of confidence will do for you.
It’s also amazing what good a bad situation can bring about.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7JOa3dISg0
^Caravan Palace – Rock It For Me (live at Le Trianon, Paris)^

Z: You finished?
Cade: I dunno. What do you think?
Z: Pretty long posting to dump off on that poor young lady, and expect her to edit/make sense of your nonsense.
Cade: Um…just…whatever…and stuff.
X: What were you gonna say there?
Cade: I don’t fucking know! What the fuck do you say to something like that?
Z: Nothin.
Cade: OK…um…nothin.
Z: Touché.
Cade: I’ll skip the swordplay, and stick with wordplay.
Z: Really? What’s the difference?
Cade: One I can’t do, and neither can I.
Z: WHAT?!?!?
Cade: I dunno…just…learnin and bumbling my way through this shit.
Z: Which is?
Cade: Whatever it is.
T: You were gonna say something there.
Cade: How can I say what I don’t know how to say?
T: Try?
Cade: I’m trying.
Z: You are at that.
Cade: :/ …but, yeah.
X: Woah…leave me outta this.
Cade: LoL…k. Will try and remeber that next time.
X: You mean…”remember?”
Cade: Nope. I had it right the first time. It’s an Internet thing.
0: You wouldn’t understand.
Z: …
X: …
Cade: Yes. I’m angry.

But this is all I have. And it’s enough. I see a light at the end of the tunnel, and I don’t give a flying fuck if it’s a train or not. I didn’t ask for a light OR a train. But I’ll deal with either when and if whatever comes…comes. My mind doesn’t work like that. I don’t prepare for the impact of the relief, irrespective of the type of relief. I don’t see myself in a tunnel at all. Just maybe…a little in the dark in some respects. Nothing wrong with that.
Now all I need is… ….whatever I need. Capice?

X: And what do you need?
Cade: …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM_htiBzpzU
^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^

clifford-torus
So a video came up in my “Recommended For You” videos, that was about this US Navy ocean tank that they have somewhere. Some dude named “Artem Lobov” made a comment that suggested they put sharks into the tank “to enhance the real world experience”…which made me laugh, but it also got me back to thinking about “biomass.” The video is below if you want to watch it, and you can prolly find the comments I made in there under Artem Lobov’s original comment.

The Navy’s Indoor Ocean

But changing gears a bit from the technical bullshit that I ranted about over there, and changing to a new gear about the technical shit I’m going to rant about here…the term “biomass” has always bothered me. That kind of “nagging” serial killer kinda of inhuman and impersonal objectifying kind of…(shudder)…that just nullifies life itself. As if you and only you and only your life is important, and all other life is there for you personal amusement and/or to do whatever in the fuck you want with it, simply because you choose to do so. The reason/reasons become irrelevant at that point, because everything else becomes irrelevant at that point, save for it’s relevancy at some point. Lotta points there. No wonder there is always so much finger pointing. I guess that movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” and the method in which “the aliens” used to identify those that were still human? Maybe it wasn’t so over the top after all. I just see many biomasses in that biomass. The power of one. The power of zero. Kinda has a…”extinction” kinda ring to it eh?
Q: How fucking horrible would it be, to actually SEE an extinction event?
A: ?¿?
Irrespective of size(s) and/or amount(s)…I think that would be pretty terrible.
/me shrugs
Peaks and valleys I guess.
/me shrugs again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cPa0Kcbx2Y
^Deadmau5 – Catbread (1080p) || HD^

I dunno, maybe it’s one of them security type things that they can actually manufacture Unicorns that shit rainbows and puke gold bullion, they just can’t tell anyone about those kinds of details until you have cleared the security screening. Which I guess would explain why other country’s military and governmental peeps are more likely to gain access to these facilities than an average citizen, because they have been through all kinds of security clearances and shit like that on THEIR end. As if to say, welp, their own country trusts them, we can prolly trust them too. Not that we trust their country or anything. Because their country is full of people who haven’t been through security screening(s)…so we can’t trust them. Buncha greedy money hungry scumbags that need to be wiped off of the face of the earth. If it wasn’t for untrustworthy people, we wouldn’t have all these problems…right?
Q: When does someone become untrustworthy?
A: When does someone become trustworthy?
Q: When does someone become trustworthy of determining who and what is or is not trustworthy?
A: What happens when these type of people are no longer trustworthy, and who makes THAT determination?
Must be predetermination or something like that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZEYMyhknTc
^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^

Board of Trustees

I guess if no one else trusts you, you can only trust yourself.
Time to go rogue eh?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhzRf5pabCo
^ROYKSOPP – What Else Is There (trentemoller remix)^

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrP6ARSX348
^Deadmau5 – Templar^

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*Ha! I can even see Z and 0 in that one, Clicky…*

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*/guffaws… Don’t think much of yourself, do ya?*