*The font, Clicky, the font! …/sigh… Why do I bother?*
Running dangerous low on memory space, I’ve had to upgrade the LoL’s WordPress account. I did this on Friday, whilst off work for “Christmas Shopping”. I now have more memory, no ads, a selection of fonts and themes to choose from, and a new domain…
*Ha! …/pats snout… I love that show, Clicky …/lights up…*
Whilst I had the plastic handy, I decided to replace the lost copy of a book I used to own. And it has just been delivered! On a Sunday!
I could have got it quicker by buying it for Kindle, but seeing as it was a Kindle version that was lost, I thought I would indulge in a tangible copy with built-in page turning sound effect…
*And scrolling too… /drags… It’s got it all…*
“Christmas shopping” completed, I spent the rest of Friday morning editing a short story Cade was writing for the upcoming Underdog Anthology…
It was funny him mentioning feeling like he’d been hit by a train, as I’d just been atweeting…
*/sings… I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity, I’m a singularity. Now up put your hands up…*
I mentioned Part 1 of John Lash’s Archonic Dementia talkΒ previously and this is another longish one. But was so incredibly syncy that this time I took some notes. Kinda…
I didn’t manage to listen to the talk all in one go…
Lashy really doesn’t like the proponents of AI and D Wave computing, likening them to “carnival barkers“. And then he mentioned something that brought me up a bitΒ short…
‘The cover image is the Seal of Solomon, the seal used on the brass vessel in which Solomon trapped 72 demons and their legions of spirits. I redrew the version inΒ Goetia, scanned it then meddled with it in Paint Shop. Itβs relevant to the story, as is the chosen colour and the strange object at the bottom of the back cover. Thatβs enough hints β no spoilers.’
‘Samuel’s Girl‘, the next book after ‘Jessica’s Trap’, has already been republished and ‘Norman’s House’ will finally see the light of day in the new year. As for what Lashy’s thinks ‘The Singularity of November 2017’ is…
*Er… or Dear Reader could just simply listen to the talk, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Dear Reader, Legs has a particularly satisfying ranty roundup of the state of fuckwittery in November 2017…
*That looks like the Rotherhithe Tunnel, Clicky! Did you know they built the bends into it to prevent horses bolting for the daylight too soon? …/lights up… True fact…*
John Lamb Lash put out a new video on Thanksgiving. It hasn’t been ascribed a number but, as I pointed out last week, the numbering on his talks are out of whack, so it’s number 72…
Now, I know you’re an extremely busy Dear Reader, Dear Reader. You’re living your life, as you should, and you might not have the time to invest in having a listen. So I took the liberty of making some notes…
*Clicky! I’m tryna write… /drags… time enough forΒ SPAM…*
…In bullet point form:
The wisdom goddess Sophia is the Greater Beast of Revelations 13, demonised by “Gnostic vandalism”… */thinks… overlook Wendy’s horns?*
The number of the beast is actually 18 */thinks… that’s also R…*
The Lesser Beast of Revelations 13 is the ‘handler‘ of the Greater Beast…
“Anyone that can handle the power of the Earth with shamanic skills and finesse, as I do and others in my company in Planetary Tantra, legitimately deserves the title ‘The Handler’ or the ‘Lesser Beast'”
The Nag HammadiΒ scriptures provides clues to an event called ‘Correction’ but don’t specify what form Correction takes */flicks butt…*
Lashy reckons Correction is underway, based on the framing idea that humans are participating in a divine experiment taking place on the planet Earth, whether we gno it ore knot, but that something went gone wrong with the experiment…
Between March 2011 and March 2014, the originator and designer of the Divine Experiment (Sophia with help from her consortΒ Thelete) hasΒ RESET the experiment. Three years to us is like – what? –Β 10 seconds to Sophie… */ponders… if time was money… /stubs butt…*
Since March 2014, the entire world has been living ‘In Correction’ */coughs… Rings a bell…*
*/sigh… I know, Clicky. Still… */shrugs and lights up…*
The Mandela Effect is/was both an instrument of Sophia, and evidence or her Correction. Initially and primarily it occurred on the internet as that’s where our attention lies… */puffs…*
The Mandela Effect is now phasing out… */taps ASH…*
Since the end of September 2017, Sophia has shifted gears and is now directing attention onto CERN, witch basically is the breathable atmosphere that envelopes planet Earth. It’s a plasmic gel and we’re embedded in it…
*/chortles… “And Frankie’s got his band!” …/drags… He ain’t wrong, Clicky – it does get better and better… /blows smoke rings…*
Around the 27th October, Sophia went into overdrive and penetrated the membrane of CERN…Β */thinks… What was I doing on the 27th? …/drags deeply…*
Sophia is using the supernatural directly into the realm of ordinary life. The effect is ‘Mirrored Mirroring Events’…
“The supernatural intervention of the Divine Mother into the world event and into world history reveals itself in a mirroring of fraud and deception against the truth. So everything that she does to bring forth, to bring her magical children into the truth of who they are, and into the truth of history, and the truth of this Divine Experiment, is simultaneously mirrored in a fraud and deceit in certain events that occur in the external world.”
*Mandela Effect laid to rest… Air Force one… Leaving Las Vegas… /puffs merrily…*
*Fucking Saudi Arabia?! That Saudi Arabia? Doo what?!*
*’It’s a secret no one knows’ is the only lyric I can discern from that piece of pop, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Gotta say, the baldy bloke with the soft voice though… Creepy as fuck!*
The newly minted So Fear AI robot is not autonomous; it’s a ventriloquist dummy…
*/final drag and stubs butt… Pretty creepy, Clicky, but not as creepy as softly, softly catchee creepy baldy bloke… /shivers…*
Lashy provides two watch words for the way Correction now unfolds in this phase of the experiment, post the Mandela Effect: ‘Heed the Obvious’…
*/thinks… Yeah… Hmm… Needs some bonding…*
The other Watch Word is ‘Hold to Correction’ and what that means is we get to participate in it, even direct it in collaboration with Sophia…
“It ‘co-creation’ to use a New Age cliche. Co-creation and ‘co-evolution’ with the mind, emotions, passions and volition of the planet itself.”
So there you go, Dear Reader…
*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout…*
… Episode 72 of Decoding the Mandela Effect decoded… Sew you don’t have to… Unless of course you wanna… It’s your life…
Dear Reader, this post was going to be about steam…
steam (v.)Old EnglishΒ stiemen,Β stymen“emit vapor, emit a scent or odor,” from the root ofΒ steamΒ (n.). Meaning “go by steam power” is from 1831. Transitive sense from 1660s, “to emit as steam;” meaning “to treat with steam” is from 1798. SlangΒ steam upΒ (transitive) “make (someone) angry” is from 1922.
Related:Β Steamed;Β steaming.
steam (n.)Β Old EnglishΒ steamΒ “vapor, fume, water in a gaseous state,” from Proto-GermanicΒ *staumazΒ (source also of DutchΒ stoomΒ “steam”), of unknown origin. Meaning “vapor of boiling water used to drive an engine” is from 1690s, henceΒ steam ageΒ (1828) and many figurative uses, such asΒ let off steamΒ (1831, literal),Β blow off steamΒ (1857, figurative),full-steamΒ (1878),Β get up steamΒ (1887, figurative).Β Steam heatΒ is from 1820s in thermodynamics; as a method of temperature control from 1904.
We have given her six months to consider the matter, and in this steam age of the world, no woman ought to require a longer time to make up her mind. [Sarah Josepha Hale, “Sketches of American Character,” 1828]
…Thoughtful Man suggested it to me yesterday evening after first reading Leggy’s review of Poundland’s E-cig, yesterday morning…
*/flicks lighter… A good review that I’m happy to share, Clicky, but vaping? …/lights up… Fuck off – they’re just Tobacco Control Lite… /drags… If I want to inhale steam, I’ll boil a kettle…*
…And then during the course of yesterday, Thoughtful Man learnt that Poundland is also branching out into other steamy areas…
*/thinks and smokes… Nooky… No. Oky… No. OK Y?… Nukey… New key… Newgate’s Knocker!… /smokes some more…*
Something else happened though yesterday, Dear Reader. Something unsettling. Yesterday morning, whilst Thoughtful Man read Leg Iron’s post, I was reading an overnight posting by Red Frank, in the Red Universe…
A bit of a sleb in the Synchrosphere had paid MEROVEE a visit and left a comment. ‘Goro’ is a name that has been spoken of somewhat reverently by a few of the regulars there during the 5 years I’ve visited the site. And I’ve seen the name mentioned in Dispatches elsewhere. A bit of coup for Frank, you’d think…
*I dunno, Clicky, it could be one of those…/stubs out fag…*
Goro had popped by and, BOY, was he STEAMED with Frank andΒ MJ!
*Perfect choice of Song, Clicky! …/pats snout… It turned into a screaming match… /lights up…*
I suggest you go read it for yourself, Dear Reader. It involves an accusation of plagiarism…
*plak- (1)alsoΒ *plΔk-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning “to be flat;” extension of rootΒ *pele- (2)Β “flat; to spread.”
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: GreekΒ plakoeis“flat,”plax“level surface, anything flat;” LettishΒ plaktΒ “to become flat;” Old NorseΒ flagaΒ “layer of earth,” NorwegianΒ flagΒ “open sea,” Old EnglishΒ flohΒ “piece of stone, fragment,” Old High GermanΒ fluohΒ “cliff.”
… Which was weird ‘cos MJ had put up a Flat Earth post the evening before yesterday at her site…
Start here – it was the very first comment! I won’t link to Soro’s site; he brought his own links to Frank’s place. I paid a brief visit there, having not ventured there before. I don’t think I’ll be going back… You’ve gotta pay to be a member!
*/sniffs… I don’t care for his tone either, Clicky… /drags… *
In other news, Dear Reader, I had a bit of coup (second meaning) myself this week, having my Afterword accepted for the Underdog Anthology III by Leg Iron Books. This time round each of the stories gets an illustration and so will the famous poem that I stole… to mutilate and use for my own ends at the end of the book. Thank you Emma ‘Dead Rising’ Lazarus!
Leggy has just sent through its illustration, hot and steaming off his virtual press…
*Oh, Clicky, that looks great! …/grins… Quick, go fetch that Song we like… /claps hands…*
That’s quite enough for one post, Dear Reader. Until next time at the LoL… Have a Song β€
I saw an advertisement on that last story, that talked about “why doctors will no longer prescribe Metformin”…and the advertisement went on to say…that the ad…was selected…for me.
Q: What in the FUCK is Metformin, and why did it select me?
A: ?!?!?
The link to the story was 500 fucking miles long, so I skipped it, and just went and looked up Metformin on Google.
Is everything designed to kill us? Something is not adding up.
Yeah…it’s adding up…but to what?
For whom?
^Alanis Morissette – King of Pain^
Q: How much gold is in Fort Knox
A: According to the U.S. Mint, there are currently 147.3 million ounces of gold in Fort Knox, KY. At a current price of about $1,776 per ounce, this is worth 261.6 billion dollars.
Considering that the year that I made the most money – I made right at $120,000 that year – I paid over $40,000 in taxes, and averaged working about 70 hours per week…um…yeah.
I gotta regroup here.
^Frida – I Know There’s Something Going On (ABBA) (1982) HD 0815007^
I got a question about your view of “not being able to see time”…
Q: Would you know it, if you saw it?
To relate…let’s think about drag racing, since an interest in both time and trains should certainly be easily relatable to drag racing, from both the participant and spectator positions.
There was a video that I posted sometime back, that showed a guy getting a ride-along in a drag car. There was an in-car video camera, and at the end of the ride, the passenger commented…
“That seemed like a LOT longer time from inside the car!”
The drag car in question, was about an 11/12 second car. Meaning it took about 11/12 seconds to cover the 1/4 mile, which is 1,320 feet.
Find a clock that has a second hand…now watch it click off 11 seconds.
Keep in mind, that a drag car never stops accelerating.
So for the entire time, of that 11 seconds, you are going faster and faster, the whole time.
If you were traveling at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second…you just covered 2,048,882 miles.
BUT!!! What if…you started @ a relative “0-speed” and accelerated from 0 to 186,282 miles per second within that 11 seconds?
^The Sweet – The Ballroom Blitz 1973^
Q: What did you encounter during that 11 seconds?
Q: What encountered you?
So yeah…spin. All kinds of spin and spins. I’m not trying to sell anyone on anything…just trying to describe what I see. I don’t think I’m alone in what I see…just…yeah…alone-ish or something.
π
Anyway…what is really cool to me, relativistically…is when there is a proximate particle or mass, that appears to be not moving at all. Yet relative to some distant particle or mass…it may be moving at some fucking RIDICULOUS speeds.
Pert near Ludicrous Speed. π
Especially if those particles/masses are entangled.
Shit gets really funky from there.
^Sweet – Love is like Oxygen^
For example, if two masses are entangled at great distance…they may swap places, and your never ever know it, save for a change in the mass that you are observing. You don’t actually know that it’s a different mass…you just know that a change has taken place.
We make assumptions that these actions/reactions are local or even localized…but that’s not always the case. By the time out new mass moves in, and replaces the old one, the new one may have been traveling at ridiculous speeds over great distances. The old one and new one, transfer energy/energies and momentum(s), and the old one hauls ass elsewhere.
Further…the old one may transfer it’s entanglement many times as it heads out wherever it is going. Like tumblers handshaking here and there and everywhere. Lots of parts, lots of methods, lots of mediums, lots of time. I dunno…I get jazzed when anyone talks about time. Keep it contextual, and everything else becomes possible.
What does this mean? I dunno. Go arrest the FBI. I guess they could just handcuff themselves and turn themselves in…but I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe pull their funding? Stop printing their paychecks and turn the electricity off in The J.Edgar Building…that might get someone’s attention. Or how about make the FBI go without toilet paper until they produce this shit.
lolzΒ That sounds funny.
PRODUCE THIS SHIT…OR YA’LL GETS NO TP UNTIL YOU DOO!!!
^The Three Degrees – When will I see you again (Ruud’s Extended Mix)^
It occurs to me, that with all of this secrecy, we’ve been operating in a “Minority Report” kind of “Thought Police” kind of mode for a long time. This isn’t about every American having an FBI file irrespective of whether or not they’ve ever committed a crime. That I can quasi-sorta understand on some levels. This is about accountability via secrecy.
With secrecy, there is no accountability. How can there be? We’re not talking about privacy. Government like ours deserves none. I should be able to go to FBI.gov, and look up my own name, and see if I’m being investigated for anything. See if I’ve ever been investigated for anything. See if it’s ever been recommended that I be investigated for anything, on who’s recommendation, and why.
I should be able to look up how much money The FBI spent on coffee last month. How much they spent on sugar. How much they spent on drink cups and coffee stirrers. Who is requisitioning government planes instead of flying commercial. Does that sound good? I can think of some more stuff if you need suggestions. Just let me know.
So yeah…it’s not about this or that, it’s about this and that, and everything else. I thought that’s what accountability was\is?
^The Association – Along Comes Mary^
I guess one could argue that my thoughts on particle and mass motion could be summed up to slight of hand. But…what about preservation of mass? Preservation of energy? Preservation of energy? If you don’t have the balls to countermand your own bullshit, it’s prolly why you aren’t getting anywhere.Β Hey asshat(s)…I’m on your team.
Ain't I?
^Orleans – Still The One (with lyrics)^
Ah HA!!! A question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what is binding these particles?
Cade: Didn’t see this one coming. Are we talking local, less-local, or non-local? Because you have to consider them all. If we thing of a string as being the current method of binding of some particular particles…which part of the string are you seeing? How would you know? When the energy and energies run out…welp…what about less bound strings?
If you disconnect your machines, or turn them off, or stop the process that was further intermingled with the goings on…why wouldn’t shit stop? I mean…we are talking about operating within time and times here. Are you really willing to go the distance? What if you only get one chance to “tap” an infinite power source, but that source is more like Morse code, and there is a thousand years that will transpire until the next dah or dit?
Yes…I’m suggesting that “tapping” or “harnessing” ANYTHING…can, and will, have consequences. Why wouldn’t it? Just because something is local…you think it’s ours? What…are you drowning and there’s a life-ring nearby…hence…it’s yours? I don’t think things work like that. Certainly not always. We need more information.
Man…I went from Diabetes to Flowers to Moths to Football in like…nothing flat. Must be football season or some such. Yesterday was the first day of Fall… so…yeah…foosball!!!
Mama Boucher: Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin’ each other… ‘Member when dat man wanted you to play foos-ball, Bobby?
Movie = The Waterboy
^Waterboy-I like them too^
It don’t hurt none, to talk about whatever in the fuck I want, do it? I never would have considering yapping about anything at all till just a coupla years ago. Too much pride I guess. Too afraid to be wrong, and even more afraid of being right.
That's no way to live...is it?
^David Holmes – I Heard Wonders^
I’ve had to get a lot of shit out of my system over at my own blog lately. I guess mainly because I can freewheel a shade more in a single direction, and spend more time doing it. When I sit down to write these things here? The objective is to move as rapidly as possible, and cover as much ground as possible. Not really, but my objective is to spend as little time as possible between A and B, and I’ve no idea what that is going to be.
Like tonight/this morning? I really didn’t have much in my head at all. Nothing that I really wanted to write about. I’ve got some other writing that I want to do, but nothing is currently coming to mind. It’s difficult to write a story that you’ve already completed in your head. Not that I’ve ever tried to write like this before or anything…but God bless her…someone has prodded me along in a very clever way over the last coupla days, and I’m thankful for that. But I guess I gotta go the rest of the way now.
Now...what's that bit about announcing your plans and hearing/watching God laugh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^
Christmas is just around the corner I guess. I wonder when everything will go on sale? And since when is everything on sale? There’s something vague booping around in this empty head of mine, and has been for a few days. Ever since I saw mention of slavery somewhere along the line, and these Anunnaki fucks keeps bopping in and out of my noggin’.
But yeah...
Being off-balance helps me think. But this shit ain’t like that. To say that it was this kind of thought or that kind of thought, meaning good or bad, would be…kinda…on track…but not really. It’s not really like that. I’m not sure that a judgement call could be made like that with respect to “aliens” or “extra-terrestrials”…mainly because of us.
We are SOOOOooo fucking convinced, that anyone who shows up, is just here to take shit away from us. Welp, who the FUCK owns the shit now? At best, I’ve apparently got a $1,500 stake in the country in which I live, and THAT’S assuming that the other 323.1 million fucks that live here are feeling generous, and willing to let me sell my 1oz stake of gold that is sitting somewhere where I can’t get to it. I didn’t dig that shit up. Where’d it come from?
“The number of Americans ages 65 and older is projected to more than double from 46 million today to over 98 million by 2060, and the 65-and-older age groupβs share of the total population will rise to nearly 24 percent from 15 percent.”
So…there’s 46 million peeps over 65 in The USA.
$462,271,488,000 / 46,000,000 = $10,049.38.
Here’s your paycheck…go play golf.
^I’M NOT IN LOVE – 10cc^
Considering that the retirement age is now 70, and these PRB fucks say that the number of old farts is gonna almost double by 2060…wait…
WHAT?!?!?!?!? 20-fucking-60?!?!?!?
I’ll be 92 fucking years old in 2060. You really think that anyone, who is 27 years old right now, will give a flying fuck about some 92 year-old asshole in 2060?
Yeah…someone who is 27 years old right now, will be eligible to retire in 2060. What about some young punk that was born today? Yeah…today…as in…September 23rd of 2017…they’ll be 43 in 2060. You think that they will give two fucks about two old fucks aged 92 and 70?
Nope.
They’ll be driving flying sportscars, chasing skirts, and writing child-support/alimony checks in the midst of their mid-life crisis, all while battling Hepatitis L.
Meh…I’ll prolly be on Mars and/or The Moon/Luna by 2060. Maybe even Jupiter or Saturn. The mail is prolly slow getting out that way…so you can keep the Social Security checks.
Don’t need anyone? Good for you. What about those that do? What about those that don’t, and then they do? I dunno either.
Event driven time.
Event driven times.
What kinds?
All kinds.
What cha got in minds?
We got all kinds of fine finds for you to finds.
Hop on in on of the lines.
Sees what you can sees, and finds what you can finds.
Your answers are your own.
^Robbie Dupree: Steal away^
I just remembered that my driver’s license expires in two months.
Yeesh…I’ll have no “valid I.D.” while cruising the motherland. Or fatherland. Or homeland. Or whatever in the fuck it my comrades call it.
A paranoid bunch we are.
We prolly need some secret organizations to keep us safe.
Let’s form some.
We need a manifesto first tho.
I quit.
^Earth, Wind & Fire – September^
I don’t have anything against beliefs and traditions and shit like that. Cept the ones that tell me what a piece of shit I am. Or the ones that tell me how fucking great I am.
Too confusing.
I dunno…I’ll figure it out. But I did address some pomp and circumstance kinds of things over at my own blog earlier this evening. If I need a pound of Wolfsbane, a goats right testicle, and a pure copper talisman in the shape of two figure 8’s bound by three stars and a zero? Where in the fuck am I supposed to get that shit? I gots no monies, and this shit don’t grow on trees ya know.
I don’t mind going without. I appreciate the suggestion, but I’d bet that goat needs his balls more than I need protection from whatever it is that’s hounding me. You think they’ll bargain? Maybe say…two used golf-balls in place of the goat’s ball? Time and a place for everything? Just being nice and trying to do the right thing(s) in my own life isn’t enough? What about over time? Over times?
Yeah…I forgot…works count for nothing. Everyone take 5. Smoke em’ if ya got em’.
Shiny put a wonderful new post up at The Lab yesterday, Dear Reader…
*I laughed when I saw that image, Clicky… So syncy…*
The evening before, when I got home from work… No. I’ll go back to a couple of nights before that… Legs posted a Song in Twitter DMs…
So on Friday, after I got home from work, Cade, who is 6 hours behind me in Text us, made contact…
You’ll notice mention of…
*Yes, there is a ‘pork pie’ hat, Clicky, butt this post is about a FedΒ Ora…*
… Indiana. Shiny mentions Indiana Jones in his ‘Doctor Doctor’ post and… Well, let’s continue shall we?
*’You get used to the fact that everyone knows your name’… /smiles… And yes, ‘rabbit’ is a hat trick… It’s also to talk a lot, Clicky… /squints… Like what you’re doing right now, so…/zip lips motion…*
I then sent Cade an article from Zero Hedge that I’d just read, about how some people are coping with the petrol shortages in Texas…
*Ha! An unexpected appearance of 666… Whilst conversing with Apollyon might put the willies up people, Clicky… Even if he is an Okie one…*
*I seem to remember him mentioning his small penis a couple of times before… Not that there’s anything wrong with that… /shrugs… Less of a mouthful, innit? …/innocent face… Lack of gag…*
*VIP HONE…? Kinda a reminds me of Song Korben DallasΒ posted at Merovee yesterday… Deft Ones…*
In the ‘0-Eggs’ article was a video clip that I hadn’t watched. So I went back to view it…
… Dear Reader, by now I hope you’ve realised that I shamble a lot about smoking…
capnography (n.)Β also (and originally)Β kapnography, “drawing by means of smoke” (or carbon deposited by a flame), 1871, from GreekΒ kapnosΒ “smoke” +Β -graphy. See “Art-Journal,” vol. x, p. 249. Related:Β Capnographic;Β kapnographic.
*Yes a cap is a type of hat as well, Clicky, butt in regards to this cap, no…*
Of the two Urban Dictionary definitionsΒ given, Cade honed in on the one I hadn’t read…
Cade then mentioned a poem he’d written. He’s a musician and poet…
… I sent him a Song and he replied with a film quote. Admittedly somewhat paraphrased…
…And I had a revelation about my own screen name: RooBeeDoo…
… As Cade had mentioned a hi-hat getting a workout, I had an idea…
*Shiny’s post is all about the new 13th Doctor…*
Dear Reader, if you’re at all interested in the language of ‘synchronicity’, and if you’ve read and explored Clicky’s links in this post, you are gonna love ‘The Fedora Chronicles – Indiana Jones Hat Discrepancies’…
On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.
I was tellingΒ RedFrank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…
Sew it seamed… π
*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*
*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*
*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*
"The destruction of their cultural identity deals with who they are as a people." pic.twitter.com/dR7IEjjLlS
*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*
*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*
Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…
*Hmm…*
*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*
… Inspired, no doubt, but a rare pink rainbow that appeared over Bristol a few days earlier. In the post (as above) and in comments (so below), the 1939 cinematic version of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and synchroncity is discussed by the MeroVEEPs…
*Oh fucking hell, yeah! Good spot, Clicky!*
Dark Side of the RainbowΒ β also known asΒ Dark Side of OzΒ orΒ The Wizard of FloydΒ β refers to the pairing of the 1973Β Pink FloydΒ albumΒ The Dark Side of the MoonΒ with the visual portion of the 1939 filmΒ The Wizard of Oz.
This produces moments where the film and the album appear to correspond with each other. The title of theΒ music videoΒ mashup-like experience comes from a combination of the album title, the album cover, and the film’s song “Over the Rainbow.” Band members and others involved in the making of the album state that any relationship between the two works of art is merely a coincidence.
health (n.)Β Old EnglishΒ hΓ¦lΓΎΒ “wholeness, a being whole, sound or well,” from Proto-GermanicΒ *hailitho, from PIEΒ *kailo-Β “whole, uninjured, of good omen” (source also of Old EnglishΒ halΒ “hale, whole;” Old NorseΒ heillΒ “healthy;” Old EnglishΒ halig, Old NorseΒ helgeΒ “holy, sacred;” Old EnglishΒ hΓ¦lanΒ “to heal”). With Proto-Germanic abstract noun suffixΒ *-ithoΒ (seeΒ -thΒ (2)). Of physical health in Middle English, but also “prosperity, happiness, welfare; preservation, safety.” An abstract noun toΒ whole, not toΒ heal. Meaning “a salutation” (in a toast, etc.) wishing one welfare or prosperity is from 1590s.Β Health foodΒ is from 1848.
Today Blue Frank has posted about the word ‘health’ and how it is a meaningless word… Or how it has become wholly meaningless with zealous overuse…
*Ah ha… In the Pink… Blimey, you’re on a bit of a roll today, Clicky…*
The general usage of this phrase has altered somewhat since it first entered the language. We now usually see it with the specific meaning of ‘the pink of condition’, that is, in the best possible health. It is tempting but, as it turns out, misguided, to assume an association between ‘the pink of condition’ and the healthily glowing pink cheeks of new-born babies or energetic sportsmen/sportswomen and the like.
*The doctors at the W.H.O. don’t want anyone to die, Clicky… A deeply flawed utopian quest… /deep sigh… They’ll kill us all…*
*Clicky, that’s in Italian… /thinks… Oh, yeah…*
Last night, my favourite Welshman of Italian extractionΒ posted about the other arse cheek of the Healthist religion…
…The Greenies whose sole/soul/arsehole concern is the health of the planet and sod the rest of us…
BaΚΏal is well-attested in surviving inscriptions and was popular inΒ theophoric namesΒ throughout the LevantΒ but he is usually mentioned along with other gods, “his own field of action being seldom defined”.Β Nonetheless, Ugaritic records show him as aΒ weather god, with particular power overΒ lightning,Β wind,Β rain, andΒ fertility.
BaalΒ (/ΛbeΙͺl/BAYL; sometimes spelledΒ Bael,Β BaΓ«lΒ (French),Β Baell) is in 17th centuryΒ goeticΒ occult writings as one of theΒ seven princesΒ ofΒ Hell. The name is drawn from the Canaanite deityΒ BaalΒ mentioned in theΒ Hebrew BibleΒ as the primary god of theΒ Phoenicians.
In this unholy hierarchy, Baal (usually spelt “Bael” in this context; there is a possibility that the two figures aren’t connected) was ranked as the first and principal king in Hell, ruling over the East. According to some authors Baal is a Duke, with sixty-six legions of demons under his command.
During the English Puritan period Baal was either compared to Satan or considered his main assistant. According to Francis Barrett he has the power to make those who invoke him invisible, and to some other demonologists his power is stronger in October. According to some sources,Β he can make people wise, and speaks hoarsely.
While his Semitic predecessor was depicted as a man or aΒ bull,Β the demon Baal was inΒ grimoireΒ tradition said to appear in the forms of a man,Β cat,Β toad, or combinations thereof. An illustration inΒ Collin de Plancy’s 1818 bookΒ Dictionnaire InfernalΒ placed the heads of the three creatures onto a set ofΒ spiderΒ legs.
An ultrapowerful, superfast explosion in space is providing new insight into how dying stars turn into black holes.
An international team of researchers looked at a gamma-ray explosion called GRB 160625B that brightened the sky in June 2016. Gamma-ray bursts areΒ among the most powerful explosions in the universe, but they are typically tough to track because they are very short-lived (sometimes lasting just a few milliseconds).
“Gamma-ray bursts are catastrophic events, related to the explosion of massive stars 50 times the size of our sun,” said Eleonora Troja, lead author of the new study and an assistant research scientist in astronomy at University of Maryland. “If you ranked all the explosions in the universe based on their power, gamma-ray bursts would be right behind the Big Bang.”
The Okie Devil shared the above article with me this evening. Only yesterday, Red Frank inMEROVEE included black and white holes in his latest post…
A new missive, now, from Cade, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoy exploring it as much as I enjoyed formatting it, and as much as Cade enjoyed writing it… Fuck it! Enjoy! β€
*******
Hi & Howdy and all that normal shit.
Let’s get down to bidness.
The only way to do that?
Yeah...a song.
A motherfucking good song for you motherfuckers.
^Cee Lo Green – FUCK YOU^
Cade: Hi!
X: WOAH!!!
Cade: …<disappears in the confusion>…
X: Who the hell was THAT?!?!?
Z: Don’t know yet.
A: Didn’t get the opportunity to know.
0: Allow me. Anyone wanna assist?
T: I don’t think so.
B: I’ll help find him.
X: Him? So…you know who it is?
B: I know who it was. Who it IS …once we locate him again, that’s another story.
0: Work on that voice biggie.
X: Workin’ on it.
Cade: Howdy.
X: Oh…it’s you.
Cade: Yep. Thanks for the ride.
X: No problem.
0: I’m gonna disagree on merit seeing as we had to pick up the pieces, but that’s a conversation for another time.
T: I think I’d be willing to join in on that one.
Cade: Thanks.
T: np.
Cade: And thanks for finding me.
B: I found you first.
T: Did not.
B: Did too.
T: Did not.
Cade: Does it matter?
B: Maybe.
T: Agreed.
Cade: Do I need to be here for this?
X: Maybe.
Z: Agreed.
A: Concur.
0: Decidedly undecided <yawn>
Cade: <le yikes>
X: What are you going on about?
Cade: I have no idea. Just taking it as it comes.
X: Been kinda…weird, over the last few days has it?
Cade: Just a shade.
X: Shade is always good in the summertime in Texas.
Cade: Thanks for the rain…it was marvelous.
X: Any…special requests?
T: Just because he made them, doesn’t mean he’ll get them.
Cade: They weren’t for me.
B: Doesn’t matter.
Cade: I can see that.
G: BUT!!! Does that matter?
Cade: Obviously not…but yeah…obviously so.
Z: Now…how exactly can that be?
Cade: It isn’t. Not yet anyway.
A: So…it’ll land somewhere?
Cade: Sure. It came to me, I augmented it, sent it back, so why wouldn’t it land somewhere?
X: So…where we have arrived at is…
Cade: The concept of “something from nothing”.
C: And you would like to augment that with…
Cade: Something from nothing is really something from somewhere.
X: Does it matter from where?
Cade: Sometimes.
A: But you aren’t fond of that principle’s rigid enforcement?
Cade: If it was a question then, and is a question now, why wouldn’t it always be a question.
X: There’s nothing new…it’s just new to you. Is that what you are saying?
Cade: Sorta.
0: Who does that tend to…highlight.
Cade: Whoever is asking the question.
X: Good show.
Cade: Thanks. Every ride is different.
Z: Similar is not always equal to same?
Cade: They’re just basic principles. Not even that really. They’re already rigid, and a fuzzy layer on top of that is just as rigid as anything else.
X: So…focus?
Cade: Sure. But what about need?
B: Maybe that’ll help a bit in determining what is need and what is want.
Cade: It helps me. But I still cannot answer a question that I am not asked.
X: Hmmm. I’ll see what I can do.
Cade: Not necessary, but whatever. Standing by.
X: …
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Gimme Back My Wig – Montreux 1982^
The wallpaper in “my” bathroom has roses on it. These roses all have eyeballs in them. It’s kinda funny to think about choosing a wallpaper like this for a bathroom, spending all the time and effort that hanging wallpaper requires, and then after some time of sitting on the can and looking at these painted roses, you notice that they are looking back at you while you are peeing and/or taking a dump.
^Lily Allen – Fuck You^
This reminded me of something someone told me when I was younger…
“If it is from the hand of man, there is deception in it.”
And why wouldn’t there be? Ever tried to paint a picture of a rose? Maybe this is why I sometimes hate museums and art galleries. These places are more about what is NOT there, than what IS there.
To relate…take the previous sentence. It contains two words that are textually accentuated…NOT, and IS. I sometimes struggle with this textual formatting, grammatical rules, and acceptable/unacceptable formatting standards… right down to socially fucking acceptable and morally motherfucking ethical means and methods of expression.
I have no problem at all with social graces when navigating your own socializing streams and ponds…but you’re on my ground now. I wonder if that courtesy is returned?
^Soundgarden – Big Dumb Sex [Studio Version]^
I’m really not an angry person. I’m not mad either. Not a rager.
I am WAY motherfucking past all those things.
I am a fully functioning, walking, talking ball of fury.
That’s why I’m almost always happy and abhor violence.
Maybe trying to placate rage and anger, luring it out into the open via some goofy channels, all so that you can slay these things, is part of the problem.
^Kelis – Milkshake^
Roob kinda mentioned something along these lines via some YouTube clips from a sitcom called Frasier. She mentioned that Niles, Frasier’s brother, is a Jungian, and Frasier is a Freudian.
I have no problem with these concepts tangling and being at odds with each other. But at some points, they have to shake hands. That’s where I live.
I find both types of thinking fascinating, but both omit people like me. It’s like the pyramids at Giza. There are three of them. The Trinity. There are three of them (plus or minus a few other players). Disagreement seems to be necessary most of the time.
What I don’t understand, is this…erm…”concept of compromise” we’ll call it. It’s defined by the Left and Right, but the fucks in the middle don’t get a voice in that choice. You fucks are under the impression that we in the middle want you assholes to kill each other so that we can win without firing a shot. Welp, that don’t sound too bad with respect to “no shots fired”…but that’s why I am, where I am in the first place.
I’m sick of your violence – the Left is just as violent and bloodthirsty as the Right. I can accept that, and I have accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that I am a product of both sides, therefore I have just as much potential as the rest of you fucks.
Just like everyone else.
Make yourself better.
Leave me the fuck alone.
^Fuck You-Sleeping With Sirens Cover (Punk Goes Pop)^
I re-watched the film, below, yesterday. I’ve seen it before, and it is a beautiful look at, and into, our world and worlds. But it really got me to thinking about privacy.
Me and Roob got to chatting a bit today about that concept, and something she mentioned about privacy recently really got my head to buzzing. Not to mention that weird ass-article that LegIron recently wrote about “the mark of the beast“.Β Not that I would ever expect any clarity out of that topic since it’s a fucking nightmare of a concept to ponder, but I’m really wondering about those “freedoms we take for granted”, that are only popular when someone is yelling at you about what an ungrateful little shit you are.
Anyway, lots of brief glimpses into some worlds within our world in the movie below. It’s quite a beautiful watch of a film. Especially when you consider that it was made 25 years ago.
^Baraka – 1992 [ Documentary ]^
More than 300 data reels, some from Apollo-Era missions, were discovered in a deceased Pennsylvania manβs basement, FOIA documents reveal.
Isn’t this an old story? I mean…yeah…we’re talking about old shit from the faked Apollo Moon landings being found in some dead dude’s basement…but like…old. The story is dated “Jul 18 2017, 1:18pm” and says that this shit was found back in December of 2015, but I seem to recall similar stories that are much older than that. Anyway, what kinda struck me was these pictures of this equipment and their “condition.”
Q: I wonder what condition they would be in at the bottom of some landfill?
A: a) worse, b) better, c) irrelevant, d) fill in the blank, e) all of the above.
Anyway, point being, the government has no money to expend on keeping shit like this, no matter how historical it may be considered. I mean, do you REALLY think, that someone at NASA in 1969 was thinking about the historical significance of Eugene Krantz’s ashtray in July of 1969? I mean yeah, someone prolly was…but that shit gets expensive over time. And real estate prices being what they are… Β Pfffft… We don’t have the space to dedicate 10 square feet to house someone’s ashtray in some display in some museum. Ironic…eh?
^Fuck This Shit I’m Out^
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.
Feel free to follow that rabbit hole as deep as you want. But just keep in mind that when you find the end, yeah, you’ll be there too, and may even be the only person there…so…whatever.
Just sayin'
And…thinking about it now…I think I’ve said this before. But…whatever. You fucks repeat yourselves. And some of your fucks repeat yourselves too. Those who repeat themselves are doomed to repeat it, or something like that. Lemme work on it and I’ll get back to ya.
^Why you asking all them questions (Song only No intro)^
While we are waiting to listen to the next song, that you may or may not be listening to…lets do something I normally don’t do. Wait…if I normally do something…does that normalize what I do?
That's a creepy thought, eh?
Especially when you make the loop from good to evil and back to good that leads right back to evil. Not implying that good normalizes evil or vice versa…that concept is already about as concrete as you can get.
That leaves only the verbs to define, as they apply to the nouns. I mean, as it applies to application. You get new eggs in, and expect them to absorb at the same rate as you.
Kinda...dicey...ain't it?
I mean, how many people that you consider as ‘wise’ do you have in your life? I’m not talking smart as much as wise. I can memorize the whole goddamn Bible, which might make me smart, but it doesn’t make me wise. Gotta get out and skin my knees a bit in order to turn those smarts into wisdom.
So…patience.
Or patients?
Or both?
When?
You got the time for that kind of trouble and troubles?
I do.
But that’s my problem…not yours.
^Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B. (Official)^
Southend United trio are doubts for Brighton friendly.
The headline/text to the link that I clicked on via a story about “Plonkers” read…
“Blues Trio are doubts for Brighton friendly”
Hmmm…two headlines for the price of one. Or maybe there is a distorted echo in here or something.
Bait and switch could be cited here.
Doubletalk as well.
But then, the banner at the bottom of the page instructing me to turn my adblocker off?
Q: Since when do you get to tell me how I choose to surf the web?
A: ???
So I guess we are all fucking over the topic of metrics and aggregation… So, penny pinching.Β Being frugal. Responsible accounting? Or being accountable?
Welp…what put you into a position to announce your intentions of “being responsible”? Irresponsibility? Is this how we deal with guilt? I mean, thinking about it in the terms that I am, with respect to shared responsibility, guilt and accountability, I’m all for it. Spread it thin and wide so it’s not quite so damn painful.
But it seems to me that the pain was already there, so you can spread it as wide as you want…mass is mass…right? Which is going to lead us right back to what got us into this mess in the first place because we are still thinking in the same mode and modalities via a different application and/or applications.
There are many paths, but only one certainty, and even that one single certainty is uncertain. I dunno bout choo…but that speaks motherfucking VOLUMES to me.
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Hideaway/Rude Mood – Montreux 1982^
Q: Where else would “a hunting knife” be found, other than “the bush”?
A: ???
Sounds like there has been “a knife crackdown” in Essex as of late…so…yeah…good job. I guess hunting has been outlawed. Now go find the murderous bastard who put it under that bush.Β That should lead you to where they bought it, which should in turn lead you to who the retailer got it from.
Before long, you should be able to track down who made it, which should also lead to who provided the machinery and materials to make such a knife.Β This should help you track down who sold the land to this knife manufacturer, as well as who transported the materials hither and yon.
This should lead to the realculprit, which will help us define the intentions of all involved, up to, and including yourself, and who gave you this job and/or assignment.
Or did you take it upon yourself?
^Riak – How you want me to^
Have I run everyone off? Or are you still reading? Oh…you were just contemplating stopping reading? Welp…just remember this before you bail on me.
My oldest son will be 22 in a few months. If he is going to make it into Harvard by the age of 40, I have to start saving some money NOW!!! There can be no delay in starting to save some money. I don’t think he’d be willing to wait for Harvard until the age of 50. He’d prolly want to go to some second-rate school like MIT or Stanford or UNT. Not that he’s expressed an interest in music or anything, but he is a damn fine bass player and he’s gotten phenomenal on the guitar as well.
BUT HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT GOING TO HELP MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?
No university is going to accept some saggy old 45+ year old granny if my oldest can’t get into school until he’s 50!!! Plus…there’s another kid waiting to go to school after him and her.
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU STOP READING THIS?!?!?!?
I’m revoking your membership.
Leave and never return.
Effective immediately… after a few more paragraphs or so.
^Churchill – Change^
I try to keep my mind off the cryptic shit. It’s like trying to find a box, just so you can open it, and you have no fucking clue what is in that box. Now, let’s reverse that. What was so interesting about the chase? Did you know any-fucking-thing during any of that time? Oh yeah…we’re back to A->B | B->A types of thinking. Sounds like a road to hell and back.
Q: If the road leads to and from hell, what was the point of origin?
A: ?ΒΏ?
^The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]^
I like music.
It makes my nipples hard.
I hope that appeals to you.
If not, maybe the following song will help with the nightmares.
Maybe not.
^Portugal. The Man – “Feel It Still” (Official Video)^
Not trying to brainwash you. Not trying to braindirty you either. I mean…you wanted to know about this shit. Or at least, you wanted to know about the shit that you didn’t already know. What in the fuck makes you think that I know it?
I get the feeling that there is a flame that burns so fucking hot, that it makes the hottest of hells seem like ice. Yeah…I’m talking a hot that makes the highest heat that Kelvin can measure look like the far right end of a decimal with a shitload of zeros in front of it. And it’s tiny. And I do mean tiny.
How tiny?
Imagine the entirety of existence that we can imagine being the distance between your two hands placed about two feet apart in front of you. Now, place a single atom of Hydrogen in the middle of that space. Now…we are going to spread your hands from one side of The Universe to the other, and while we are doing this, we are going to shrink this single atom of Hydrogen to scale. Yeah…the further your hands move apart, the smaller this single atom gets, and it will never grow larger than it’s original size when you started at two feet apart. By the time that your hands reach the opposite sides of The Universe, this single particle is so absolutely tiny, that it could never be found, and there is only one in the entirety of existence.
^Raise A Little Hell – Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band^
Imagine looking for a single grain of sand located somewhere in the entirety Universe. By comparison, in what I described above, you’d be lucky to have a particle so large to seek.
The question remains...what are you really after?
Don’t discount yourself or sell yourself short. If you are able to do that (stop discounting yourself) maybe some of the dynamics of things that I think that science is about to start stumbling across won’t be so damn scary as to their uniqueness. Especially as these dynamics and differences relate to sameness. Gotta keep in mind that you guys and gals within these high towers of science are going to be alone in your wonder and amazement much, if not most, of the time.
We plebs aren’t allowed access to your ivory towers of knowledge, and even if you grant access, would anyone even show up? You’ve been pricks and snobs within a system that allows it for a long time. You have nothing to deliver. You’re gonna have to face that at some point. Maybe if you’d stop trying to deliver something, we’d all get along a shade better.
It’s a tough row to hoe…no doubting that. But more of the same is…well…more of the same, just more of it. More of more means less than you might think.
^Shakey Graves – Late July^
We’re here…and so is everything else. You can’t give me what I already have. So…if you are going to now compare what you have with what I have, as some measure of success, think about that tiny particle.
If we both had to work together to find it, in order to resolve our differences in a less-standard manner… Welp, comparisons like that aren’t going to help us in that regard, because it distances us, and makes our objective more distant still.
^CONTROLLED BLEEDING – The Fodder Song^
I wonder if water can burn?
X: Why on Earth would you wonder something like that?
Cade: I dunno. I thought that was the point of wondering?
X: <grumble>
0: He has a point.
Cade: Bait…not taken.
0: I meant you dummy.
Cade: I remain skeptical.
Z: Skeptics never get anywhere.
Cade: Shut up.
Z: Now that was just uncalled for.
Cade: I was just minding my own business…wondering if water would burn.
X: Speak of burning water, and it shall appear.
Cade: FUCKING ROFL!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?
X: Saw it on a bathroom wall.
Cade: Ay yi yi…I don’t want to know.
X: Ever peed fire?
Cade: Wait…I can’t wonder about burning water…and YOU want to discuss VD?
X: Not really…I was just wondering if you’ve ever peed fire.
T: I can’t wait to hear this.
Cade: I had a case of “Honeymooner’s Disease” once.
0: Men don’t get Honeymooner’s Disease”.
Cade: Welp…they did back in 1986.
X: Having a lot of sex were you?
Cade: Um…yeah. Me and my girlfriend at the time were going at it quite a bit for a coupla weeks there.
X: Think there was more to that infection than just loads of unprotected sex over a two week period?
Cade: Welp, I have had a few nasty injuries to my junk, and I have a rather small urethra on a rather unimpressively sized penis…so…I think the doctor was correct. He sure seemed to think he was correct.
X: Didn’t feel…”complete”…this infection…is that what you are saying?
Cade: Yep. Like it was just…not very far in. Reminded me of some injuries that I have had that have made me pee blood or just bleed from my penis.
Z: What I want to know…is why are you talking about this at all?
Cade: I dunno…it just…came up.
Z: Bah…Humbug…Duh…Ching.
X: Pfftt…
0: Antibiotics. You were headed to antibiotics.
Cade: She had her body chemistry, I had mine. We were fucking like rabbits daily for weeks.
X: She had no issues?
Cade: Not until I asked.
X: Ouch. That had to hurt.
Cade: Yeah. Tried to be tactful, but…no real way to be tactful about that.
So yeah…burning water. One more reason to not fuck me, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever. I’m all used up and tainted by foreign vaginas, and God only knows who they’ve been fucking.
Or whatever.
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^
At some point…we all become an old dishrag.
All washed up.
The plates are looking clean tho.
I used plenty of soap.
Enjoy your dinner.
^Shakey Graves – Roll the Bones – Audiotree Live^
However high and big you get, it WILL crumble. Don’t think so?
Mother had a few ‘truths’ she would impart to me and my sister when we were growing up. Dad, too, although his favourites included:
“Honesty is the best policy,”
“Ignorance is no defense before the law,”
and,
“Always be nice to the PAs – they’re the gatekeepers.”
The two that Mother used most often were,
“Faint heart never won fair lady,”
She mentioned that one to me several times one raining Sunday afternoon, as she made me pore over the telephone directory, looking for the phone number of a boy I’d met in the pub the night before. I was 16.
The other one was,
“All’s fair in love and war.”
Leggy wrote a post about The War last night. This would be the War on Tobacco, declared by Anti-Smokers in their bid to…
… forge a tobacco-free world. Smokers are but collateral damage in the mighty offensive, waged upon a plant that inhabited this planet long before humans ever did.
If reality, and by that I mean real life lived and experienced, is ruled by laws based on lies… science fiction… does that not bring science fiction into play? Seems fair to me…
There is a most profound and beautiful question associated with the observed coupling constant,Β eΒ β the amplitude for a real electron to emit or absorb a real photon. It is a simple number that has been experimentally determined to be close to 0.08542455. (My physicist friends won’t recognize this number, because they like to remember it as the inverse of its square: about 137.03597 with about an uncertainty of about 2 in the last decimal place. It has been a mystery ever since it was discovered more than fifty years ago, and all good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.) Immediately you would like to know where this number for a coupling comes from: is it related to pi or perhaps to the base of natural logarithms? Nobody knows. It’s one of the greatest damn mysteries of physics: a magic number that comes to us with no understanding by man. You might say the “hand of God” wrote that number, and “we don’t know how He pushed his pencil.” We know what kind of a dance to do experimentally to measure this number very accurately, but we don’t know what kind of dance to do on the computer to make this number come out, without putting it in secretly!
Dear Reader, if you’re a frequent visitor to the LoL, I have made no secret of my fascination of 137Β and synchronicity. Nor my love for the greatest science fiction character of all time… Who?
*Damn! Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the mystery were solved by someone enjoying tobacco, Clicky?*
Fun Fact! Peter Capaldi, the current and 13th (if you include the Hurt War Doctor) played a doctor from the W.H.O. in ‘World War Z‘ before entering the Tardis…
*Ooo I’m looking forward to Christmas this year, Clicky! I wonder who the 14th will be… /thinks… 14 is 7+7… 77… Z…*
Interesting comment of Cade’s on Leggy’s post…
Sew… I did a search and he was absolutely correct…
… All’s fae in love and war… I guess it depends on your angle, see π
— Swedish Canary πΊπΈπΈπͺ (@SwedishCanary) June 28, 2017
Anyhoo, Leggy has now managed to publish a book a month since Christmas. Well done him! And I really hope he’ll publish one of his own stories in July…
*Knot at all, Clicky, it’s ready… He let me read it… /lights up and exhales… It’s been ready for fucking ages…*
Of course a ‘full house’ isn’t a term in blackjack, but it is one in poke ‘er…
*I guess my shambles can be a bit gaga, Clicky… /bites lip… Oh well, shall we finish up and have a Song?*
!!!Let's Doo Sum SnewZ!!!
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.
Library of Libraries 