Tag: Texas

Missive From ‘Merica: Ten to Three (3)

Lego 10233 Horizon Express

*/rolls eyes…*

I took a train into town today, Dear Reader, with Kit Kat… It’s enrollment day at college…

*Yeah, a lot of going from desk to desk to desk, Clicky, until finally…*

 *It’s fucking pissing down out there… I waited until I got home… /grimace… I gotta do it all over again this afternoon with Loopy…*

*Tell me about it! But Thoughtful Man insists… They’re still our babies…*

The third and final installment of Cade’s latest missive is below. Parts one and two if you wanna catch up. Have fun, Dear Reader, and see you at the bottom 😀

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It’s cloudy today, but as of yet, still no rain. I did go look at the radar earlier, and it appears that Harvey is still stuck in the same place and just kinda hovering there. It did appear to be losing some of its shape, but not really. Plus, there was a large swath of storms moving across Kansas and Nebraska. Nebraska…now THERE’S a state we don’t hear from much in “the news”, eh? Must be that targeted regional advertising crap.

But then again, that’s why I used to have links to newspapers from each state from both large and small towns, and the same with countries all over the world. And more than that, I read them. That syndication shit has started to fuck up all the small papers/small-town papers tho 😦

I digress.

Gonna go check again and see what it looks like now. It’s 13:48.

Yeah…still kinda the same as this morning. Although I just noticed just how far east that it extends now. Deep into and across southern Louisiana, and even into southwest and south central/central Mississippi. Some big chunks of moisture coming off Harvey and headed northeasterly. Storms in Iowa and Missouri, and moving southwesterly, but seeing the moisture over The Great Lakes, and combining the motion of these two systems together, lotta cyclonic rotation there.

^Ranji & Tezla – New Ways (Original Mix)^

There’s also something going on out in The Atlantic near the South Carolina and Georgia border(s). I was just talking to my son last night about Ike. Hey! I know someone named Ike.

Hurricane Ike

Ike got me to Bertha…which is where I really wanted to go, considering that Bertha had a unique track. Hey! I dunno anyone named Bertha.

Hurricane Bertha (1996)

Bertha got me to Andrew via the 1992 hurricane season.

1992 Atlantic Hurricane Season

Here’s Andrew now. Hey! I know someone named Andrew.

Hurricane Andrew

That somehow got me to the 1986 Hurricane Season, since it appears that there was also a tropical storm named…Tropical Storm Andrew. How convenient.

1986 Atlantic Hurricane Season-Tropical Storm Andrew

But let’s cruise around the 1986 Hurricane Season for a bit, and she what is there. BLOOPS!!! I mean…SEE what is there. Not she what is there.

sí

Hey! Bonnie. There’s a Bonnie in there. Why does this name ring a bell? I mean, I know a Bonnie, but I don’t really know her. They killed her, so…yeah or something.

Hurricane Bonnie (1986)

Hey! There’s an Earl in there too! Hey! I know an Earl.

1986 Atlantic Hurricane Season-Hurricane Earl

There’s a note in there about some “Ace, TX”…I wonder what that could be all about?

Ace, Texas

Hey! There’s a Frances in there too! Hey! I know a Frances.

1986_Atlantic Hurricane Season-Hurricane Frances

There’s also something here about some “ACE Rating” or some such shit. Let’s see what in the fuck that is all about.

Accumulated Cyclone Energy

I'm a bad boy. A bad bad bad bad boy.
^Sub 6 – Ra he ya (Hi Profile & Reverse Remix)^

HEY! You know what we haven’t done in a while?

RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!

Let's do that some other time...k?

Let’sus do some mores let’sing here, and try and figure out what in the FUCK is going on there around Longview, Henderson and Nacogdoches. I had no idea Nacogdoches was spelled like that.

Na Cog.

Salt Wheel?

How bout that.

Salt Wheel/Sodium Wheel.

I wonder if that has anything to do with Grand Saline?

Grand Saline, Texas

I wonder if that has anything to do with Mineral Wells?

Mineral Wells, Texas

I wonder if that has anything to do with Paris?

Paris, Texas

I wonder if Paris has anything to do with Paris?

Paris (Disambiguation)

Learn something new every day, eh?

Oh…and nevermind that weirdness going on in my screen capture. Prolly just an aberration or some other glitch that can be easily explained away.

NOTE: I am currently spellchecking this bullshit, and Google’s Chrome browser just suggest that I change “Nacogdoches” to “Stagecoaches”.

Hmmm…stagecoach(es). Now THERE’S a word/words ya don’t hear every day!!!

^Hyperflow – Namah Shiva (Original Mix)^

You know…that reminds me. My older sister’s son? I flew him out to a fly-in/airshow at Mineral Wells Airport back in 1994 I guess it was. We had a lot of fun. He was pretty young at the time…maybe 10/11, but he handled the flying in a small plane like a champ, and loved the airshow. I got to see Bobby Younkin fly both his Beech 18 AND his Samson biplane.

Mineral Wells Airport

That gets me to thinking about flying into Paris’ airport on my first solo cross-country flight tho.

Cox Field

That’s an interesting shape there at that airport, eh?

Maria Reiche Neuman Airport (Redirected from Nazca airport)

Looks like some someones and some somethings went missing somewhere.

Cessna 208 Caravan

That’s got me to thinking about the Tyler airport, but I’m thinking more about Bobby Younkin more than anything right now.

Masters of Disaster (Redirected from Bobby Younkin)

Hmmm…it seems that something happened on July 10, 2005. Something in…

Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan

Hmmm…now where on Earth/Terra…have I heard that name “Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan” before? I think it was a movie. I think it had someone named Paul Newman in it. It also had a few other people in, and I’m betting that they had names too. May have even had names both inside AND outside their role(s) in the film. I think some fairly famous director directed this movie, but I can’t remember his name either. Maybe it’s Newman’s role in Cars that is fucking me all-kinds of up here. That’s said, I think there was someone named Billy, and I think he was from Moose Jaw.

BTW…speaking of jaws (ba da ching)…, didn’t Samson beat an entire army to death with the jawbone of an ass or something?

^Bobby Younkin Samson NX985PW 1997^
^2004 Sussex Airshow – Bobby Younkin – Twin Beech^

I think that Richard Bach fella had him one of those Cessna 337 Skymasters. I always wanted one of those. A guy that I worked for had one. It was yellow and white, or “banana and creme” if you prefer, but I never got to ride in it. It’s almost like a Cherokee 6, ‘cept completely different…I wanted one of those too. (Cherokee 6…that is). That get’s me to thinking about that P-51 that I read about Bach owning, and he said that particular airplane hated his guts from the moment they met.

lolz

But yeah…I think Richard and that aircraft parted ways here in the Dallas area somewhere. Which reminds me, I looked Richard up a few months back…and it looks like he had another incident.

😦

Sorry bout that Richard ❤

Thanks for the reads 

❤
^Official – Bitmonx – Give Me Some More^

K…welp…it’s getting on in the day…15:02 now…and I got some beans to nurse.

Lots more I’d like to talk about…but I’m not gonna.

Looks like it’s getting dark outside.

Maybe Harvey is finally coming to call.

Yep…just checked radar again…and Harvey is coming into our area…from the northeast.

Now that’s just unheard of. Around here it’s unheard of anyway. NOTHING comes from the east around these parts. Lessn’ of course it’s Jesus coming back. That’s the only thing that I’ve ever heard of coming from The East, but I’ve never seen it/yet to see it/him or whatever. Anyway, what I have seen tho, is shitloads of storms.

And those come from The West.

Maybe that’s why Jesus is rumored to come from The East.

Be a hell of a thing seeing a storm coming in from The East.

At least, in this part of the world it would be anyway.

^The Calling – Ace Ventura & Vini Vici^

cYa | cFa

^Deadmau5 – The Oshawa Connection (1080p) || HD^

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So, there you go, Dear Reader. Ten pages of OD missiviness converted into three LoL posts for your enjoyment…

… I’ve gotta go catch another train, but please doo have a Song… ❤

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Texarama Charmer…

*Oh FFS, Clicky! …/rolls eyes…*

Cade has sent a missive, Dear Reader, which is really rather jolly nice of him…

 

*TMI, Clicky…*

*Obviously…*

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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY YOU FUCKING LIMEY SHITHEADS!!!!

Also…a shout out to other foreigners reading this shit as well…<3, The Okie.

It’s currently 20:24 on July 4th, 2017.

When you read this, it prolly won’t be that same date or time.

But as I write this, I know, that sometime soon, YOU…will be reading this.

❤

Let’s start off, with a DAMN interesting bit I just found via The BBC on YouTube.

It’s…right up this Okie’s “Personal Tornado Alley” … and inspired me to write whatever is about to be written.

^BBC documentary about hernia meshes^

Tis now…Friday July 7th @09:24 in the morning. I didn’t get very far…did I?

My younger two children have been at a Christian Youth Conference for the past two/three days, they’ll be home later today.

Whatshername has been on vacation from work all week.

No crazy news to report this year via the Christian Conference.

Last year must have been some kind of fluke or random-assed nonsense or something.

^Desperado – Eagles^

Let’s invent some people.

We…are a certain government entity. We need some cash. So…let’s get it the old-fashioned way…by working for it.

We create 200,000 “fictional” people, mixed in amongst the 300+ million citizens, that are on government pay and/or pensions….GS’ers.

GS1 Step 1…we’re at roughly $20,000 per year.

$4,000,000,000

WOAH!!!

4 billion per year?

Maybe we need to dial that number back.

The GAO is prolly gonna notice that.
But maybe not.

Total expenditures: $4.147 trillion (requested) – 21.5% of GDP

Are you really going to be able to chase down these phantoms?
God I hate thinking in creepy channels like this 😦
^02 Truth Is Out Of Style^

Maybe we need to simply fudge what is reported to the GAO, based on real employees.

Or maybe we can do both.

Now we just gotta funnel these funds.

I mean…we’re using this money to protect and serve Americans…right?

I can’t help it that I am one of those Americans that needs a little personal service.

Due to my position…I can think of some others that need a little TLC as well.

^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^

 

Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…

Carl Bernstein calls for ‘different kind of reporting’ to take on ‘malignant presidency’

Oh my. Reporters reporting on reporting. What’s next? Reporters reporting on previously reported reports? No wait…they already do that….sorta.

So…with that in mind…if there are certain sections of the populace that are “milking the government tit”…wouldn’t reporters and reporting/news media companies be the first and last to squeeze that tit? The first to be there when it starts flowing, following the honey pot all the way down, and the last to be there when the final drop is squooze?

Q: Since when is media guaranteed to have all-access laminants 24/7 to anything and everything?

A: ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkae0-TgrRU

^Cream – White Room^

I’ve been writing some crap about Texas over the last week on my own blog.

Someone asked me for some suggestions about a trip to Texas via CFrank’s SmokyDrinky chatroom, so…I’ve tried to be accommodating.

That means, talk about the good … and the bad … and the ugly … as best I can.

This place is my home.

Yeah…there are some levels of removal in my personal life…but love it or hate it…Texas is my home. I just have a wandering heart, that beats inside a bent body, that contains a fucked-up mind, a restless spirit, and a void-ish kind of soul. So yeah…I’m happy. A happy person.

I can’t remember if the person who asked me was a Limey, or Aussie, or where in the fuck they were coming from…so…I’ve just tried to keep in mind that…

A) The are a foreigner

B) They speak English

C) They are prolly gonna drop a bundle coming to visit this shithole of a state…so let them choose their own path.

My job, as I see it anyway…is to point them towards these paths and pathways that they can then travel if they choose to do so.

I’ve tried to stress two primary things…

A) Nothing

B) People

People are kinda weird around these parts, because there is no fucking telling where they come from/came from…but I think it important to point out…that all Texans are imports of some kind.

Travelers who have found a place to land for a bit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xW2taEoH6s

^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^

I recently postulated the thought, that there were no limits whatsoever placed on the original creative intents, with respect to The Universe, that we currently occupy. To me, that’s the only reason that it works. It allows for both fate and chance, and allows for change, changes, and changing within a dynamic system that has some rather rigid rule sets. To relate…I’ll piss some evolutionists off to no end with an example/demonstration that I thought of this week.

It’s really a visual demonstration, so it’s going to be difficult to relate in text. But when I thought of it, I had the feeling that someone may have actually demonstrated this to me at some point when I was young. But the basis of this demonstration is to both define and non-define what “an infinity is” and how infinity relates to eternity.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7-8sCLWwLk

^Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World^

I am holding both hands behind my back, where they cannot be seen.

I ask the question… “How many apples am I holding in each hand?”
The answer = irrelevant.

I extend one hand into view.

This hand is holding an apple.

I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the hand and again place it behind my back.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend the opposite hand into view.

This hand is holding an apple.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the opposite hand and again place it behind my back.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"

I extend both hands into view.

Both hands are each holding an apple.

I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"

One in each hand…for a total of two.

Right?

I take a knife, and

cut one of the apples in half.

I locate and remove a single seed from this apple, and place it in my hand.

I ask the question…
"How many apples was I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand?

Two total?

Or is the answer…

"infinite apples, based on intents and intentions, based on perspective and perspectives?"

Or…is the answer…

"all of the above?"
^The kinks – Lola^

It could probably be said, that it is a rare occasion indeed when an infinity can be reduced in such a way that we can actually see the tangible result of an infinite set, within an infinite set, that is represented as, and by, a single unit of measure…an infinity set. A seed…in this case. But in this case, the case is encased within case after case after case…layer after layer. The “meat” of an individual apple is just as much a part of an individual seed and/or apple, as much as it is a part of the tree from which it originated, and the locale in which the tree itself resides.

So yeah…when infinities and eternities merge…into the eternal.

That’s how I see it anyway.

/me shrugs

LOTS more to think about there.

Water, dirt, origins, packing, shipping, buildings, infrastructure, roadways, pathways…and on, and on…and on.

Time.
^Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 1967^

 

There was someone who asked me a fairly direct question on Merovee recently. I don’t like talking on someone else’s blog if the conversation doesn’t relate directly to the owner of said blog. BUT!!! I do think about shit like this. How best to address a need, when and where it arises. All of my own personal rules are quite flexible in this regard, so I guess the only real “rigid” rule that I personally have…is…”be flexible.” Weird.

Anyway…they pretty much wanted what we all want or need at some point(s) in our lives…and that is…a motherfucking instruction manual. Some “Life: Step By Step For Dummies” guide or some shit like that, than can help us navigate the mire that we sometimes find ourselves in.

Yeah…“QUICKSAND!!! A HELPFUL ESCAPE GUIDE IN 10 EASY STEPS!!!”

lolz

Much easier to rely on others in these cases.

I mean seriously…someone may wonder by the quagmire you find yourself currently entangled in…and they may just so happen to have a copy of this completely worthless book that they may be willing to barter.

😉

I dunno…if I had to sum up “what it all means”…it would be something akin to learning how to rely on yourself AND others.

It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.

(misspelling above = intentional)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0G8PDXtX49I

^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^

They also asked my astrological sign…whatever in the fuck that means.

I was born in the month that precedes the month of December and follows the month of October.

I was born on the day that is right in the middle of this month of 30 days.

According to family legend, I was born two weeks late.

So I guess that I was supposed to be born on either Oct 31st or Nov 1st.

So yeah…I am a Scorpio…born on Nov 15th.

And yeah…there are LOADS of instruction manuals and guides to follow.

We may not be born holding a copy of a manual in our hands, but finding that manual and/or manuals is part of the fun.

I personally can see how “The Horoscope” can be a galactic guide of sorts. An overlay, template or hologram of sorts, that shows maybe how some interstellar energies sometimes move in certain ways. But I like to keep those contextual. I cannot tell you about me and my life up to this point in a single sentence. I gather this is why people have so much trouble with profiles in social media, because we have trouble identifying with who we are…who we wish to be…what we want others to see…what we DO NOT want others to see…etc., etc., and so on.

I’ve been married once.

I’ve been divorced once.

I am 49 years old.

I am unemployed.

I have no money, nor does it look as if I will have any money any time soon, if at all.
I have a small penis.
Aforementioned "small penis" is functional as far as I know.

I’m not sure how large my penis was supposed to be, because this is the only one that I got…so…whatever or something.

I guess if it eventually turns out that there is a God/gods, we’ll have some time to talk about what went wrong.

lolz
^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^

Let’s keep this short.

(ba da ching)

Q: How many reasons to hate me do you really need?

A: ???

Is the answer “one?”

^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^

So yeah…a walk.

I actually have no problem at all with commitment or being committed to something or someone.

It’s really kinda easy to commit to something or someone.

But there are two parts to that equation…and I can only handle one side of it.

So yeah…now…you actually gotta go do whatever it is that you have committed to doing.

That’s…erm…gonna take some time.

Do you have the time?

That’s one thing I have shitloads of…time.

^April Wine – Roller Official Video^
cYa | cFa
^crystal method I Know It’s You^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Tales of Tooth

Social media has gone mad for a picture of a hare with a cigarette in its mouth taken at Dublin Airport on Sunday.

Dear Reader, I saw the photo of the smoking leporid on Twitter this morning…

… However, all is not what it seems…

But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.

They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”

https://youtu.be/–6JC8talKg

… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…

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Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...

I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.

Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.

The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.

The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.

There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.

I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.

Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.

As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.

Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.

I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.

I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.

Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.

(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)

cYa | cFa

^Gnarls Barkley – Crazy^

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*Any luck finding that video on YouTube, Clicky?*

20723024

*Aw never mind… /pats snout…*

Now, Cade and the hockey fan, Kitty, both live in Texas and today there was another story about a kerfuffle in Texas with ICE…

Texas Democrat Threatens To Kill Republican On Legislative Floor After He Called ICE On Protesting Illegal Immigrants.

*Goodbye? Already? What no Song, Clicky?*