Missive From ‘Merica: Sonny… Boy!

THURSDAY NIGHT… ABOUT 22OOH… ISH…

“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.
I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”
“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”
“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.
“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”
“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.
“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.
“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”
I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.
“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”
He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”
I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”
“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.
“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.
“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”

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I’m dead in the water.

Need a life-raft.

I'm fond of catamarans if that helps.
^BAD – U2^

I guess I otter talk about water. Been thinking about it since some Aussie Asshat made some comments earlier in the week on their blog, then some Limey Lady made even more comments on my comments on the Aussie’s comments. Who in the FUCK gives a shit what some Okie from Texas has to say about anything…let alone my thoughts on water? I guess the type of pondering that I do is kinda difficult for some to understand, because I tend to ponder a lot. Not that there is any connection there with pondering water…heh heh heh. But I guess its that “pond-during-water” that makes a pond a pond. Without the water, the pond is a dried up hole, just waiting for rain to fill it. Not that you should read too deep into this.

Well...maybe you should, maybe shouldn't.

May is a great time for rain in these parts. Maybe it’ll rain and fill those ponds for the summer…Maybe it won’t. Don’t wanna put all our fish in one pond. Someone may just depend on it.

^U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)^
“Just because you are dumb, doesn’t mean you have to be stupid.”

“Just because you are stupid, doesn’t mean you have to be dumb.”

Q: Welp, what if you are both, and trying to be neither?

A: ...

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are not stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that their ideas are stupid and/or dumb?

“Righteous-indignation” and “self-righteousness” seems to be on the agenda as of late. So lemme turn that gun on myself here, since I’m not real big on righteousness of any kind since it tends to be borne of unkindness in my experience…

"I HATE...self-righteous people."

Welp, since I’m not righteous, is that my reason/the reason I hate righteousness? Prolly. But I primarily hate the method of delivery. Meaning how the virtue of righteousness is obtained and shared. Gonna be a lotta mud-slinging in there. Guess someone has found some source of water since there is mud to sling at someone else.

Is that the best you got?

I get the mud and you get the water?

Fuck it. I’ll take it.

I am able to picture a British climber on the downslopes of Siula Grande in Peru, slurping mud to survive after breaking one of his legs. The story being, that he and his companion were able to summit Siula Grande climbing a face that had never been climbed before…ever…by anyone. That’s…where the story began. Odd eh? Most would think that the summit would be the end of the story.

Welp…if that’s where you want the story to end…that’s where it ends.

^U2 – Mysterious Ways^

I guess I could quote Jim Morrison/The Doors here, and their “No One Gets Out Of Here Alive” vein of thinking, as it seems applicable. But have you ever considered the possibility of a life lived never being more alive at the point of death? And I’m not talking about the “At least they died doing something they loved” types of thinking either. Kinda thinking, both of the previous thoughts with some other types of thinking/thoughts as well. Lotta stirring and swirling needs cooking when thinking about thinking. Especially if you are in the business of telling others what to think.

!!! SAY WUT?!?!?!?

Yeah…the business of telling others what to think. There’s no escaping it irrespective of your business. The question is, “what is your business?”

See what a trap I’ve set there for myself?

Yep...it's a doozy.
^U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For^

Q: If you get something for free, can you turn around and charge a fee to someone else for that same thing?

A: Sometimes?

How long is that sometimes? All times? Sounds like the model for that mode of thinking is already there/already exists. Now…we just have to figure out how best to utilize it. So yeah…justification…we need some. Anyone know where we can pick up some justification? We do wanna be able to sleep at night afterall.

^U2 – Vertigo^

I’ve made the case, that should God/gods exist, they don’t need “proof” or “justification” in my mind.

DUDE!!! YOU WERE RAISED IN A CHRISTIAN HOME/ENVIRONMENT!!! YOU ARE BIASED!!! BRAINWASHED!!!

True. Gods like Kundalini and Zeus and Brahma and Atum and Set are always on my mind…I am COMPLETELY brainwashed by Jesus and Yahweh/YHVH or whatever that guy’s name is. I guess YHVH wanted things his way.

lolz...I'm going straight to hell for that one....lolz

But yeah…it seems to me, that in my limited readings of ancient texts, that “the gods” were some smart motherfuckers. They always seem to be more about advice and fellowship, than answers. Meaning: We seek out the gods for answers, and we never seem to stop and consider their time and/or the times spent with them.

We want something…they have it.

It’s rarely what we expected…therefore, it adds that “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” kinda dimension to it, that when you think about it, you kinda get the feeling that “so did they.” Meaning that they gave the thought some thought(s), and those thoughts took some time. Almost as if they saw you coming.

I wonder…did we see them coming?

Prolly not.

We have too many preconceived notions about them and what they are based on what we think we know.

And where did we get that information?

Welp…I dunno…where did you get your information?

Is where you got it relevant?

Or was it the fact that you got it relevant?

Get it?

^The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony^

I have a quick thought regarding the previous song, and the concept of “bittersweet.”

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two even when they are combined?

A: ?¿?

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two when they are separate, but tasted one at a time?

A: ¿?¿

Yep…all systems normal.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name^

So thinking about “sweet water(s)” and/or “bitter water(s)”…they are the same thing at different times. I mean, there is a need there right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be tasting water(s) to see if they are sweet or bitter. Or did you not give a shit whether the water was sweet or bitter? You were thirsty. Can’t learn anything if you are dead. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Dead men tell no tales. What horseshit. /rolls eyes

The shit that we teach each other is fucking mind-bending.

Mainly because, I think of the concept of teacher-student relationship being a lasting one. I mean, that is your point in teaching right? You want to pass along something to someone that they can carry with them forever? Because they are gonna do that regardless. Even if you later tell them to stop thinking about what you previously suggested that they think about. Was that original thought just further compounded? Is that how reinforcement works? The “good cop/bad cop” or “long con/short con” kinds of thinking?

Ever see someone try to drop something hot?

It’s not always as reflexive as we like to think, because we tend to ignore the exception(s).

Lotta this shit has a kind of “Pandora’s Box” kinda ring to it, eh?

Welp, chemists and similar scientists deal with rings all the time…so this shit should be “old hat” to them. 😉

^U2-Wire (Lyrics)^

I know, I know…it’s at this point that you are prolly thinking…

"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH ALL OF THE U2 ALL OF A SUDDEN LIKE?!?!?!?"

I like U2.

Sue me.

Did you know that Sue is a god in some circles?

lolz...a sun god being a god in some circles...lolz

Sué

Yep…hell…I’m headed there.

Not supposed to poke fun at God/gods, and the only punishment available seems to be hell if you do poke fun at them…so…yeah. Thanks. Doomed…I appear to be it.

^U2 – Desire^

So I was talking with my oldest son again last night, and we were talking about music. This conversation wandered into the topic of art. This wandered into the topic of religion, because I expressed the thought to my son of “don’t let art nor artists beat you up.” I told him that I was under the impression that art was there to beat on, not to beat up on you, but it sure as shit can give you an ass-kicking of epic proportions if you let it. I went on to express that I felt that maybe art and religion have a common ground in the way and ways that God speaks to us. Maybe that one avenue is for ass-kicking, and one is for kicking-ass. Maybe even that these pathways go both ways, meaning that they open pathways for us to dish out a little ass-kicking of our own to God, and others not so much.

Anyone who might be reading this, was not there to pick up on the vibes/tone of the conversation. But he seemed a tad overwhelmed by the impressiveness of some music that he has been stumbling across, and the musical prowess of those creating it. Hence, I expressed to him not to let that beat you up. It’s supposed to inspire you. And it appears that it has. Maybe we sometimes misinterpret inspiration sometimes. I mean, the concept of “the muse” is to inspire. No one ever considers that the inspiration will come in the form of an ass-kicking. Maybe even from a flamethrower.

nod to Richard Bach there
^U2: Bullet the Blue Sky^


So yeah…channels…

Art = Loosey Goosey and/or Footloose and Fancy-free

  Religion = Not so much

Ways and methods of God/the gods/The Universe talking to us.

Ways and methods of us talking to God/the gods/The Universe.

Enter...SCIENCE!!!
^The Cranberries – Zombie^

BLECH!!! All of this fucking philosophical nonsense is making my headache go away. Or return. Or something.

WATER!!! It’s the only thing that matters to life.

Will you pass the ketchup please?

Wut?

Will you pass the ketchup pretty-please?

Ketchup has water in it?

Yeah, and for some reason, bread now has high-fructose corn syrup in it. Cept for the brands that are now touting the fact that they DO NOT have high-fructose corn syrup in it.

WTF?!?!? Since when does BREAD have high-fructose corn syrup in it?

I had to run look at the loaf of bread packaging real quick where I had noticed a placard on the packaging a coupla days ago, and it’s “100% Whole Wheat Bread With Honey Added.”

The “With Honey Added” part was in extremely small text as opposed to the extremely large text portion of “100% Whole Wheat” portion.

Almost as if…someone is trying to get our attention.

Has a…”zoom in/zoom out” kinda thinking to it.

I mean, say what you want about how many times a loaf of bread is taxed by the time it hits your palette, that bread has gone through some RADICAL changes in size here and there, and will continue to do so. Or at least, it will if you choose to eat it.

I don’t know whether to think of “The Bread of Life Here”…or “Alice In Wonderland.”

Prolly cause I’m supposed to be thinking/talking about water, and not food.

Dr. Leonard McCoy: “How can you think of food at a time like this?!?!?”
Admiral James T. Kirk: “First order of business…survival.”
Movie = Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

^Toto – Africa^

WATER!!! It’s important to life. Especially if you are an anaerobic type of life-form.

Life...Form. Sounds almost like an edict.

Anyway, yeah water is like, important and stuff. Prolly some processes involved in getting water into, and out of, us. Maybe some preventative stuff, maybe some prohibitive stuff, maybe even some other stuff. I mean, water itself is capable of transformation, so why wouldn’t we need to be a little bit flexible ourselves? Get too much rigidity going on, and all of a sudden like, does that make the concept of rigidity itself even MORE rigid? Or less rigid? Ridged. Has a ledge kinda ring to it eh? Like, why seek a ridge if you don’t intend on jumping? Erm…since when did “jumping” come into the picture? I’m just enjoying the view. You wanna enjoy that view from a different angle/perspective? Knock yerself out. I’m more comfortable at the bottom myself. But if I wanna get there fast? I woulda came prepared as such.

Kinda makes me think of the book “A Separate Peace.” Maybe even the story of Cain and Abel, which makes me think of the book “East of Eden.” Was just talking about James Dean last night with respect to the movie East of Eden since he was in it. Great book, great movie. Lotta things to think about there with respect to give and take. Give/take, push/pull…whatever floats yer boat. Same thing, different time(s), all at the same time, at different times. I guess “the real question” there would be…”Are you involved? Or ain’t ya?” Yeah, gonna be some levels and leveling there. And I’m certainly not trying to bring anyone down. Not try to push you up either. But I might be able to help in either regard. Maybe not.

We’ll see.

Or we won’t.

Whatevz.
^Talk Talk – It´s My Life^

I guess that’s why I hate gossip. It includes me on a level that I am not comfortable with. Considering that I am a person who is quite comfortable with discomfort? Yeah…it’s a weird thought to think that others are talking about me, because I am quite comfortable with no one talking about me. But then again, it seems like the only time that anyone is thinking/talking about me is when I have done something wrong. My achievements are devoid of anything even remotely verbose at all, and yet my failures seem to inspire volumes. And all I can do is stand and shrug because I thought that failures are expected. Anticipated even. I mean, you’ve labeled me as “a walking-taking-fuckup”…what else would you expect? OH! More time in between fuckups?

Huh…I guess I ain’t doing so bad afterall.

Yep, it ain’t that hard at all being positive about the negative.

^No Doubt – Don’t Speak^

As I sit here in disgust thinking about the shit that I’ve written here in this particular grouping of shit that I have written, I try to hang onto the concept of “if you can’t help yourself, help someone else.” I guess that’s why that “taking liberties” with communication and their methods really chaps my ass. Yeah, I can do it, I have done it. But I don’t like it. Something as hard-earned as communication should be handled well. Not gingerly, not respectfully, not irresponsibly, not haphazardly. And yet, those things are possible, so they can and will happen.

So…intent and intentions. Have the intent of “doing this”…and you are prolly going to do just that. Whodathunkit? Yeah, I’ve laid a SHITLOAD of traps for myself in this here particular “Missive.” But something that bends my head is something that Jesus/Yeshua said in The Bible regarding “committing acts in our heart” that has always troubled me. Mainly because, I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t think about certain things. Combine the two? Yeah…a recipe for a shitload of guilt and self-loathing. Depression even. Maybe all of those.

^Simple Minds – Alive And Kicking^

I’ve read in some of these varied places around the web, that Jesus was spirited away to Egypt and taught/trained in the mystical arts there between the ages of 8/12 to 30 or so. Welp, sounds weird at first glance, but they didn’t want him in Jerusalem, and the boy prolly needed schooling…so…where to? Not like the Israelites didn’t have some roots there in Egypt in a “back and forth/to from to/to from and through” kinda way. Maybe someone was kinda…”chillin in Egypt for a while” after pulling up stakes a time or two prior to heading back there at some point. Makes sense. Prolly gonna burn in some special kinda hell for even thinking such a thought according to my upbringing, but yeah…makes sense. It makes sense to me on so many “levels”…that I don’t even want to write about it. I mean, I don’t want to even think about it. This is the kinda shit, that as far as I’ve been told, will not only damn your soul, but also get your body motherfucking mangled in the process of transitioning between these two damnations. Man…harsh.

Q: Assuming that I have a soul, who has the ability to damn it?

A: ...
^Blur – Song 2^

Q: If someone gets it wrong, and it falls to you to get it right, how does one do that?

A: There's you answer. Answers...even. Right there in the question.

Someone getting it wrong, outlines a way or ways to get it right. Or, as I prefer, get it correct. I mean, if something is wrong, how is right gonna help us out? Welp, stay creative in that line of thinking, think of direction change and changes, and suddenly everything is a step laid out for you. You just have to walk the distance. This makes me think of my own “wrasslin with the dragon in the maze” kinda moment. But that moment didn’t come only at hugging the dragon as opposed to slaying it, it came upon “exiting the maze”…and encountering the lion.

Yep…I thought the adventure was over, but it was only beginning.

Silly me.
^R.E.M. – Orange Crush (Official Music Video)^

Life can be overwhelming. But if you think of those “overwhelming times” also in times of joy and happiness, maybe we can distance ourselves from the current usage of this parlance as it relates to depression.

To relate, in my conversation with my oldest son last night, he was talking about their trip to Galveston, and how that he was not very fond of that trip because he pretty much had to play babysitter/chaperon since he was/is over the age of 18. But he relayed the story of seeing a dolphin on the last day just prior to leaving, and he said that upon seeing that dolphin breach the water…he was like “Oh yeah! That one thing made this whole trip worth the anguish.”

I guess we were again discussing the concept of synchronicity in a round’about kinda way…and related to him the first time I ever saw a dolphin. I told him that I was quite young, but my heart started beating so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest, and I have no idea as to why. But I remember that experience.

Maybe there was something “more” to that experience, maybe not. It was what it was, and it is what it is.

I had completely forgotten about that experience.
^4 Non Blondes – What’s Up^


Yeah…I get the feeling that we are part of a global conspiracy.

Might even be Universal.

Maybe all the way to the top.

I have no idea what any of that means.

But I have some pretty goddamn good ideas….or maybe I don’t. /me shrugs

Maybe you have some good ideas too.

Let’s talk about them.

Or not.

Whatevz.

^Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls^


It’s almost Friday. Not really…since it’s Thursday…but it’ll be here soon. Seems to me that there is something special about the particular Friday that is tomorrow.

Can’t recall what it might be tho.

Maybe something will come up.

Maybe something will cross my mind.

Maybe not.

/me shrugs
^Aerosmith – Crazy^
ya!

cYa | cFa

^Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence (Single Mix)^

A special song for someone who mentioned it recently, for no other reason than as a thanks for what they do. 🙂

^Radiohead – Creep^

*******

Happy Easter, Dear Reader ❤

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Reading Signs: Jews and Dotes…

Frankly, Dear Reader, sometimes reading signs ‘correctly’ can be a bit of a schlep…

Hackney residents were shocked yesterday to see a new road sign had been erected

*Beards and hats and dressed in black… /shakes head… Knot Amish, though, Clicky. You don’t get many Amish in London…*

Franck Allais produced the road sign artwork for a project, to ‘celebrate London’s diversity’.

“It was a project about crossing the road … how everyone is different, everyone has an identity.

“There is not only one sign in the street. I put more signs up in the street, but only this one got noticed.

“I am sorry for any offence caused.”

Signs missed by the residents included a woman pushing a shopping trolley…

… a man pushing a wheelchair…

… and a cat…

*Knot exactly ‘people’ though, Clicky, eh? *

*/rolls eyes…*

A misunderstanding then, rectified and apology given. Not a sign of a hate crime…

“We take reports of hate crimes extremely seriously so if any residents find any kind of anti-Semitic signs or graffiti they should immediately report them to the police on 101.”

*/sneers… Hateful sign…*

Blue Frank put up an interesting post today about ‘roadkill‘. He too is seeing signs…

But it might be beginning to change. It’s not as easy “to control exactly what people think” as it was 20 years ago. The internet is changing how information gets around. The MSM no longer has a monopoly on what and what isn’t news.

*Smokers and Jews have a lot in common, Clicky… /sigh…*

… Whilst Red Frank posted images of Anne Frank, and children fleeing for their lives, along a road…

*He also included one of Leggy’s short stories, Clicky… From the same book at ‘Telephone Pest’… We turned that into a screenplay… /blows out cheeks… Fucked if I know how to get it made…*

*Heh. You romantic, Clicky… /lights up… And if knot? …/blows smoke…*

 

Dis’ney Dali on Wednesday…

“I’ve got something for you,” Thoughtful Man greeted me as I shuffled into the Library, carrying a still dozing Poppy in my arms. “And good morning.”

squint 2

 

*I’ll admit he was surprisingly cheery, Click. Not like him at all*

He was sat at his PC, so I handed the dog off to him and kissed the top of his head, on his Cadfael spot. Thoughtful Man hates that. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

I went and made a coffee whilst waiting for him to answer: Poppy’s frenetic face washing impedes talking when there’s a better than outside chance you’ll be slipped some tongue.

“What have you got for me then?” I asked, plonking my coffee cup on my desk and my arse on my sofa. “Got a rollie?”

Thoughtful Man smiled, lent over and handed me the fag tin. “Did you know Disney made a cartoon with Salvador Dali?”

The six-minute short follows the love story of Chronos and the ill-fated love he has for a mortal woman named Dahlia. The story continues as Dahlia dances through surreal scenery inspired by Dalí’s paintings. There is no dialogue, but the soundtrack includes music by the Mexican composer Armando Dominguez.

The 17 second original footage that is included in the finished product is the segment with the two tortoises (this original footage is referred to in Bette Midler’s host sequence for The Steadfast Tin Soldier in Fantasia 2000, as an “idea that featured baseball as a metaphor for life”).

“Your sister posted it on Facebook this morning. I thought you could write a post about it.”

Squint

*Oh, you wanna believe I squinted at that one, Clicky*

“Write a post? You’re suggesting I write a post?”

Thoughtful Man sighed, “Yes. I am your enabler. I thought you’d find it interesting.” He stopped and gave me his devilish grin. The one with the glint. “And in return, you enable me.”

I knew it

*Yes, your squinting was about to be confirmed, Clicky. And ‘Oww!’*

“I thought I’d go back to bed for a couple of hours.” Thoughtful Man handed Poppy back to me. “She needs to go out for a wee, last night’s washing up is in the sink and downstairs could do with a hoovering.”

He sashayed away, halting only when he reached the Library doorway “Oh and the boys’ll be up soon. They’ll want feeding. Just a couple of hours. Love you.”

I knew it 2

*Clicky… Have a Song*

That Syncing Feeling – Crabby Birthday

My nephew Jake has just returned from a trip to Rome. It was a surprise birthday gift from his girlfriend, Sam. Thoughtful Man and I went there, 25 years ago for our honeymoon.

Jake brought his mum back a gift. Something she would appreciate…

Juju's gift
CLICKY: Florence?

*/squint… Yeah, we know David is in Florence knot Rome, Click. Butt I’m telling the story of my afternoon…*

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“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Mrs Minge…”

I opened the front door a little wider to let Juju in, without letting a very excited Poppy out.

“… Happy birthday to you.” Juju finished her greeting and kissed me on both cheeks.

Our dopey dachshund rolled onto her back, presenting her soft, pink belly and wagged her tail. An arc of pee hit Juju’s shoe.

“Ugh, Mistress Ploppy! Every time!” Juju laughed. I handed her a roll of conveniently place kitchen towel and made for the kitchen. Now, sister just loves to make an entrance but, as far as Princess Poppy is concerned, any accompanying splash is entirely the dog’s prerogative. It is her house, after all.

Later, ensconced in the Library with hot beverages and smokes, we caught up on each other’s news. Juju gave me my birthday cards and told Thoughtful Man and I about Jake and Sam’s recent trip to Rome.

“They loved it. Absolutely, loved it. Did you see what Jake got for me?” Juju handed me her cigarette case and her lighter. “I’d recognise those bollocks anywhere.”

 

“But isn’t David housed in Florence?” I lit a rollie and handed the lighter back. Reluctantly.

Juju smiled. “That’s what I said to Jake.But I don’t care. I love it all the same.”

“Florence? I’m just reading a story about Florence.” Thoughtful Man stirred himself from his computer screen and turned to us. Poppy was laying contentedly across his knees, on her back. He stroked her belly. Bond villain cats have nothing on our girl.

“A massive sink hole opened up there this morning. Swallowed up a bunch of cars.”

Florence Sync hole

“Blimey!” I woke my PC from it’s snooze and opened a new page to look for myself. I’d been tweeting before Juju’s arrival.

“OMG! Is that the time?” Juju clocked the time onscreen and eased herself off the library sofa. “I’ve got to go and get something for Jake and Sam tea. Give the boys a kiss from me.”

Poppy and I saw her to the door just as two shadows loomed large through the glass. The boys were indeed home from school.

“Happy Birthday, mum.” Louis smiled broadly as he handed me a bunch of flowers. “The card is from my friends.”

Card from school

I turned it over.

Birthday message from Loopy's friends

I read the card out loud. “‘Dear Louis’ Ma. Thanks for giving birth to such an amazing friend. From Callum, the llama you adopted.’ That’s very sweet. And you went the extra mile in Design and Technology as well. Well done.”

Thoughtful Man joined us in the hallway and scooped up a hyper Poppy so she could give Juju a thorough goodbye lick. Juju hates that more than the wet shoes welcome, as Thoughtful Man is well aware.”They wanted to surprise you for your birthday. They swore me to secrecy. I gave them a fiver.”

“We only spent £2.50.” Kit Kat whispered solemnly in my ear and patted his jacket pocket. His favourite lesson is Business and Finance. He loped off to raid the fridge.

We said our goodbyes and Juju made her escape from Poppy’s sloppy farewell kisses. Loopy went to look for a vase for the flowers and Thoughtful Man went looking for Kit Kat to get his £2.50 change. Poppy and I returned to the library sofa.

Juju had forgotten to pick up her cigarette case. I opened it and found a lone rollie and a promotion card she’d picked up from her recent trip to New York.

Juju rollie case

I examined the back of the card. “goUndergroundforlunch.com.” Curious, I opened another page on my PC and typed in the address.

Better being Underground

 

I smoked Juju last rollie and smiled.

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Birthday flowers

*Pretty. Okay, Clicky. Let’s finish up this birthday with a Song.*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soupy Shoe Smiley Shamble

For her upcoming trip to New York, Sister Juju has bought herself a pair of shoes.

Shoe 2

*’Converse’, Clicky… adjective or verb?*

converse (adj.) “exact opposite,” 1560s, from Latin conversus “turn around,” past participle of convertere “to turn about” (see convert). Originally mathematical. The noun is attested from 1550s in mathematics. Related: Conversely.

converse (v.) “to communicate (with),” 1590s; earlier “to move about, live, dwell” (mid-14c.), from Old French converser “to talk” (12c.), from Latin conversari (see conversation). Related: Conversed; conversing.

Shoe 1

*Both! /Claps hands… Okay you start*

Black star White star

*Black star, white star?… /thinks… Oh, David Bowie!*

 

*That reminds me, the smiley face badge – Thoughtful Man and I watched ‘Watchmen’ the night before last. Now that was extremely dark… I feel-good romp if ever I saw one.*

*DB’s first hit song, but you really don’t have to slow down on my account, Clicky. Cheek!*

David Bowie smoking

*Yes, he smoked. Do you know, some fuckwits believe that was what killed David Bowie? Even though he’d done their ‘right thing’ and given up.*

Black lung lie

*Painted black on the inside… well, that’s the world we live under now, Clicky… he did rather predict it…*

“Actually, I want to say a few things on the album.

“Like, ‘Right’ is putting a positive drone over. People forget what the sound of Man’s instinct is – it’s a drone, a mantra. And people, say: ‘Why are so many things popular that just drone on and on’. But that’s the point really. It reaches a particular vibration, not necessarily a musical level.”

And that’s what ‘Right’ is…

“Oh, alright … let’s talk about the rest of the album. Very decadent this is [laughs]. ‘Somebody Up There Likes Me‘ is a ‘Watch out mate, Hitler’s on his way back’… it’s your rock and roll sociological bit.

“And ‘Across The Universe‘, which was a flower power sort of thing John Lennon wrote. I always thought it was fabulous, but very watery in the original, and I hammered the hell out of it. Not many people like it. I like it a lot and I think I sing very well at end of it.

“People say I used John Lennon on the track … but let me tell you … no one uses John Lennon. John just came and played on it. He was lovely.

“‘Can You Hear Me‘ was written for somebody but I’m not telling you who it is. That is a real love song. I kid you not. And the end of the thing is ‘Fame‘ which was more or less sung about what we’re doing now.”

*Back to the other side of Juju’s shoes, Clicky? Yes, well currently things are looking rather ‘in the soup‘ /titter… *

Bowie Warhol
Clicky for a Song

*That’s right, David Bowie portrayed Andy Warhol in ‘Basquiat‘… sounds like ferocious biscuit, if you ask me 😉 *

 

Shoe 3
Clicky for final shamble thought

😀

Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 1.6

Sew… Solomon was a busted flush; how ’bout Foggy*raises eyebrow… Arty, Click… shall we get on with it?*

*******

AA: Er, Carl! Very warm… Listen, we have reality show royalty, hear…

7. Reality Show Royalty hear

CARL: Thank you.

7.1 Mouth scratch

7.2 Royal wave

7.3 Mixing ingredients

AA: Did you-did you keep it?

CARL: It died. It didn’t even make it to the airport, mate.

AA: Oh really?

CARL: No.

*AA chuckles*

CARL: No, I wasn’t even allowed thro’ customs with it.

AA: Ahh… Now, Carl. Back to-back to you p-former car-ear, you obviously, if you can just remember back b4… er the jungle.

*CARL goes to speak, AA continues over him*

AA: Only the most successful Superbike champion… Of. All. Time.

CARL: Yeah, I can just about remember that… I’ve had a few crashes, a few bangs on the head but I can just about remember that. I used to race motorbikes…

AA Watts the-watts the fastest you’ve ever been on a bike?

7.4 Long straights

CARL: But nowadays the guys are up to two hundred and 15 now, sew you gno *nods appreciatively*

7.5 Millimeter turns

7.6 Points out style

AA: Ah now, Carl. This board *waves at bored* It’s all got a lot easier now, thanks to Solomon.

SOLOMON: *laughs out loud*

3 Bored

3.1 Let's see if Tina Turner is right

*scoreboard descends from 100*

AA: It is right…

*CARL mouths ‘come on-come-on’ repeatedly*

*Scoreboard points level thumps*

AA: 38.

3.2 38 degrees

1.OZ on Tina Turner

 

 

 

 

Apols! A quick and dirty shambles…

Clicky! You’ll never guess what just happened on Merovee

Merovee 2

Hugo just called me ‘divine’. Clicky…

Hugo calls Roobee Divine

There are so many syncs with this story, Clicky…

Okay, we’ll list them…

Doll

Virgil Doll

That right, Clicky, on Saturday you posted a photo of my Thunderbirds Virgil doll. Quite why you decided to arrange it like a cock and balls is beyond me…

Joe L brings up Richard Doll's Bet

Ah yes, Richard (Dick) Doll… darling of the Tobacco Controllers, friend of industry

Roobee and Dick Doll both had smoking bets

Of course D = Door… lol 😀

Raindog

roobeedoo

That’s me online, my avatar, a dog called Roobeedoo2. And, Click, Rain sounds like reign sounds like rein sounds like REGN… and that’s MRS to you…

Shall we move on…?

Dolphin

Came with the Library. Now wears trousers.
Came with the Library. Now wears trousers.

That’s you, Clicky, helpful assistant. Now that’s 3 syncs with Hugo’s story. but I’d really like 4 for a condor

Condor means scoring four under par (−4). This is the lowest individual hole score ever made. A condor would be a hole-in-one on a par-five (typically by cutting over a dogleg corner).

come on, Clicky, think…

Weiwei

ai weiwei sunflower seeds

My Ai WeiWei sunflower seeds! Clicky, how clever… OMG! Is that the time? Clickstar, have a Song…