Missive From ‘Merica: ENCORE!!!

A treat for you now, Dear Reader…

*I know! …/claps hands…*

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

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

Was just cruising Craigslist for jobs.

Was just thinking.

I spend $24 a week on snuff/tobacco.

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

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

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

Q: What’s your time worth to you?

A: ?¿?

Q: Since when did my time become your time?

A: ¿?¿

Q: Does that make your time my time?

A: ¿¿¿

Got the time?

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

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

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

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

…full of illegal immigrants,

white trash,

niggers,

terrorists,

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

but not everyone can be you.

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

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

Things change mang and/or mangette.

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

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

…hence

…big mamma called me.

But it gets weird from there.

^The Terminator Theme (1984) Live Cover^

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

Lolz

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

Spitting…for example. Everyone spits at some point.

OH! You don’t?

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

You might wanna read the label, chief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: Sure.

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

CADE: Yesssss….

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

CADE: No. I’m sitting here naked.

MA: …

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

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

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

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

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

MA: They better not be.

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

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

MA: I’M NOT PANICKING!!!

CADE: Whatever you say.

MA: <laughs>

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

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

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

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

CADE: Why is that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^Boston 168 – Oblivion [ODDEVEN004]^

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

1 = 1.

 500,000 = 1.

 73% = 1.

        27% = 1.

       100% = 1.

        1 v 1

Yep...that's all there is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So…my dad is a Leo, mom = Taurus.

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

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

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

Q: I wonder how much information weighs?

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

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

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

MA: You are?!?!?

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

MA: Where are you going?

CADE: West.

MA: Do you have somewhere to go?

CADE: Yeah…west.

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

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

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

CADE: You have?

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: He was a State Trooper as I recall.

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

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

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

^The Prodigy – Funky Shit Perplex Version^

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

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

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

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

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

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

CADE: I remember all of that bickering and fighting.

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

CADE: Wasn’t it like…$1,200? No…wait…

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

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

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

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

MA: That’s still a lot of money.

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

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

MA: You know…she was a “black sheep.”

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

MA: No…she didn’t.

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

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

CADE: A bastard?

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

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

MA: She’s dead now.

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

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

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

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

MA: You know that your aunt is 80 today?

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

MA: She’s 80 today.

CADE: Doesn’t look a day under 130.

MA: <laughs> When have you seen her?

CADE: lolz…20 years ago?

MA: Her husband has Alzheimer’s you know.

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

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

CADE: That’s cool.

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

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

MA: You don’t ever check the web?

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

MA: Oh…they do to care.

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

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

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

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

CADE: Lucky you. Thanks for the compliments mom ❤

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

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

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

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

MA: Can I hug you?

CADE: No.

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

MA: Why is she dropping you off in Gainsville?

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

MA: OK.

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

It was a great time.

I am thankful for it.

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

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

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

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

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

Q: Seeing a trend yet?

A: ?!?!?

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

EX: Do you like to fuck?

Me neither.

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

I’ll try and be good at it.

Hell…we may even like it.

😛

(no promises tho)

^ATTLAS – I Need You More^

Chances.

Chances…and taking them.

What are the odds?

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

50/50 = 1 v 1

Q: Which one do you want?

A: 
^ATTLAS Bloom EP: Overture^

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

Q: Did the urine land where you directed it?

A: ???

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

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

No matter how, you shake and dance…

The last two drops, are going in your pants.

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

^Lane 8 – Fingerprint^

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

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

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

MA: I was a terrible mother.

CADE: Um…no you weren’t.

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

CADE: You aren’t now.

MA: But I was then.

CADE: Then isn’t now.

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

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

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

Whatever works tho.

^Sasha – Rooms^

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

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

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

Not that I've thought about that or anything.

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

I guess it depends on how hungry you are.

Literature.

Litterature.

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

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

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

^Alan Walker – Faded^

cYa | cFa

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

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

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

Fangs For The Mammaries…

This is going to be a post that requires you to employ your own ‘Clicky’, Dear Reader… It starts with a word

wolf (n.) Old English wulf “wolf, wolfish person, devil,” from Proto-Germanic *wulfaz (source also of Old Saxon wulf, Old Norse ulfr, Old Frisian, Dutch, Old High German, German wolf, Gothic wulfs), from PIE root *wlkwo- “wolf” (source also of Sanskrit vrkas, Avestan vehrka-; Albanian ul’k; Old Church Slavonic vluku; Russian volcica; Lithuanian vilkas “wolf;” Old Persian Varkana- “Hyrcania,” district southeast of the Caspian Sea, literally “wolf-land;” probably also Greek lykos, Latin lupus).

This manne can litle skyl … to saue himself harmlesse from the perilous accidentes of this world, keping ye wulf from the doore (as they cal it). [“The Institution of a Gentleman,” 1555]

Probably extinct in England from the end of the 15th century; in Scotland from the early 18th. Wolves as a symbol of lust are ancient, such as Roman slang lupa “whore,” literally “she-wolf” (preserved in Spanish loba, Italian lupa, French louve). The equation of “wolf” and “prostitute, sexually voracious female” persisted into 12c., but by Elizabethan times wolves had become primarily symbolic of male lust. The specific use of wolf for “sexually aggressive male” first recorded 1847; wolf-whistle attested by 1945, American English, at first associated with sailors. The image of a wolf in sheep’s skin is attested from c. 1400. See here for a discussion of “wolf” in Indo-European history. The wolf-spider so called for prowling and leaping on its prey rather than waiting in a web.

…Last night I posted about a certain ‘wolf‘ on MEROVEE

Merovee Twilight Sleep

Some background: last July, the Red Granite Hollywood production company was accused by the DOJ of using $100 million that prosecutors said had been diverted from the 1MDB fund to finance DiCaprio’s 2013 film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” Last October, DiCaprio said he was cooperating with the probe and would return any gifts or donations if they were found to have come from questionable sources.

DiCapRio

…And MJ put up two posts overnight at Blade and Chalice. She’s been to visit the Scopes Trial museum in Dayton, Tennessee:

There’s a specific message for Hugo in Part 2…

House of S-tone, please read this. https://at37.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/137-69-draft/

…Of course I’ve also had sum ideas about 137….

137-maths

…So I was interested to read today that grocery stocks are crashing in the US and Europe…

Whole Foods stock was halted for ‘news pending’… and now we have the answer – Amazon to acquire Whole Foods Market for $42/share in an all-cash transaction valued at ~$13.7b, including Whole Foods Market’s net debt.

…Amazon is one of the FANGs…

A little bit of paranoia is always healthy.

In the 1980s, the totalitarian fear was that some overenthusiastic government agent would go to the library and pull your library card to see if you were reading seditious texts.

Seems a bit quaint now, doesn’t it?

It didn’t at the time.

Of course, the East German Stasi went to those lengths to spy on its citizens, but there was never any real danger of it happening in the US.

Fast forward to today.

  • Facebook knows who your friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances are. It knows what you look like, and what your friends and family look like. It knows what TV shows you watch, what music you listen to, and in all likelihood, your political activities.
  • Amazon is today’s library card—it knows every book you’ve ever ordered, along with more pedestrian purchases like vitamin supplements.
  • Netflix is a database of pretty much every TV show and movie you’ve ever watched.
  • Google has a repository of every Internet search made by every American citizen.

F, A, N, G. What does that spell?

Those four stocks have outperformed over just about any timespan.

Does anyone else find it more than a coincidence that they are also potentially the biggest threat to online privacy?

Like I said, that library card thing seems a bit quaint.

… Library card and groceries… Food for thought…

Also last night, I read Part 5 of a series at The Secret Sun, that seemingly started with a drowning in Wolf River Harbour…

I first began to follow this story when I heard about the drowning death of Jeff Buckley. I’m not sure why but the first thought that came into my head was that it had something to do with Elizabeth Fraser.
I had no idea that all of this had been prophesied for years and years before, in ways that actually give me chills.

The Secret Sun The Eyesies

That’s a lot of ‘Clicking’ and reading for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll finish up with a snapshot of Red Frank’s MEROVEE post…

Merovee Twilight Sleep The Long Way Round

… And a drawing I created to depict the process of construction logistics for my boss’s book, for the layman (‘Sun’ reader) to understand, showing how employing a logistician on a construction project ensures your mega costly building is achieved on time and budget… And the client at the top who Doo’s knot…

TIT at the top is the client going the long way round

… Alas he didn’t use it…

*Clicky! …/rolls eyes… That Song! …/huffs…*

Enough of this shambles, Dear Reader… Have another…

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Splitting Apols (2)

Following on from yesterday, Dear Reader…

*Don’t mind me saying, Clicky, butt sumtimes… you’re kinda fucking weird…*

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Distracted…I get it.

😛

Part and Particle…I get it.

^The Jacksons – Can You Feel It (Official Music Video HD)^

Got to have a damn good conversation right in the big middle of writing this.

As a result…my brain is siting on empty. Or, emptier. More emptier?

Meh.

Welp…at least we can assume that thicker/better armor = bigger/better bullets.

^Bulletproof Glass vs 60,000 PSI Waterjet^

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Gonna have to summon a story here.

A story from “A Veiled Gazelle: Seeing How To See” by Idries Shah.

The story is called “Four Friends”

If you wanna read it…

If you wanna listen to it…

Anyway…long story short, a Sufi moves to a city to open a school. There are three people in this city who are familiar with this Sufi and his work, they all three desire to be students of this Sufi, and the Sufi employs/enlists all three under the auspices of…

My Critic

My Defender

My Employer

The first two are odd enough, but make sense, when you see and understand the the intentions of the Sufi. However, employing someone to be your employer? That’s kind of a weird thought, eh? Anyway…thinking about this story in terms of today’s world and atmosphere and using the vernacular of this time, the Sufi seems like he’s setting up…a conspiracy…eh?

Or is he a teacher who needs to learn in order to teach those that wish to learn? I mean, how else do you learn to teach? Yep…gotta learn how to learn. So invasive, these students are 😛

^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^

How we apply what we learn seems to be the place where things perpetuate themselves and their eternal via change. Ironic, eh? But not really. I mean…when you learned whatever you learned, there was prolly a change there, yeah? Why would you not expect whatever you learned to change even more when and where you apply it?

And so…percentages suddenly become our friends. But if you really want to jump that train, you’ve got to wrap your head around the concept of gaps and gapping. Some can be bridged, some not. You can do a quick scan back through your own time and get a good bead on what these are rather rapidly. Failed and successful relationships of all kinds in there prolly. Assuming you have been afforded the opportunity that is. Can’t learn much as a corpse in a box.

That said, some gaps cannot nor will not ever be filled. You can prolly relate to this concept as well via the past. But in the percentages model, it always seems to be the one that you think you have a bead on, that causes you to focus on the other end thinking that it can be tamed as well.

EX: 99.9% – 100%. It makes the assumption that you have already correctly calculated the gap to zero(0) on the other end.

The thinking that I’ve been doing lately has me to thinking that neither gap on either end can be accurately calculated. Not in the way and ways it’s being attempted anyway. Lotta folding there that is going twist and create a simultaneousness that suddenly makes discernment as to which end you are at impossible.

Continuing to assume that you remain on the end in which you started is only going to further complicate this confusion. Primarily because, things will begin to simultaneously move so fast and so slow at the same time, that you can no longer discern what is moving and what is not moving.

^The Plimsouls – A Million Miles Away^

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Song of Solomon 3 (ESV)

Song of Solomon 3 (KJV)

Lotta differences in those two versions of the same passage. And speaking of passage and passages, a lot time has transpired and transacted during the passage of time between writings of those two versions.

Are we looking for:

A: similarities?

B: Sameness?

C: Differences?

D: All of the above?

E: All of the above above?

That’s just my thinking tho.

Meh.

Anything that we forgo, tends to create a gap.

Almost sounds like a cog turning about a wheel, that is entangled with the cog and cogs of another wheel, eh?

^The Smiths – These things take time^

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It’s now Wednesday May 31. I started writing this yesterday, but a conversation I had via Twitter kinda drained me, which resulted in me ranting over at Merovee in order to make sense of…fuck it….whatever….I gots no answers.

Yeah…

Someone made an interesting observation on Twitter about a scientist that appears to be “crossing the streams”…if you will. I tried to go to the story, but got the message above.

"The College Fix" ain't working. lolz

Anyway…yeah…it appears that rigidity is rigid. Especially in the application thereof. Or lack of. To think that physical laws do not apply to the physical objects that they describe seems kinda…weird. Prolly why I operate under the assumption that:

A) any scientific law is equally applicable across the board outside of it’s own definitions, and

B) calling anything “law” is foolhardy in and of itself. Including the temporary states of matter is pointless without simultaneously excluding them.

Yeah…both. Forever and always, in all things, both. It’s going to work itself out as to which is contextually applicable at the time of observation.

But to think that this case will ALWAYS be the case, is neglecting the time and times that allowed you to make the observation in the first place. A lack of understanding of time and times as they behave and operate over time. Yes…it’s quite pesky…this little paradigm of paradox that I submit is equally solvable and unsolvable. 😉

I found a different copy of the story BTW.

Have fun.
^Bow Wow Wow – Do You Wanna Hold Me [HD]^

Did you know that if your spelling is so bad, yet you transpose letters in just the right word, at just the right time, you can sometimes stumble across gems?

"submit"

becomes

"sumbit"

I must be thinking about time as it does not relate to the time that I am trying to write about that thought in.

All kinds of mistakes and snafus that wind up teaching us stuff.

^Goldfrapp – Anymore (Official Video)^

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I’m not gonna jump on the “I’ve Been Saying This All Along” bandwagon, primarily because I haven’t been saying this all along. I’ve thought about it quite a bit. I’ve espoused it quite a bit in my own personal life. But you don’t know me do you? How could you know me? I don’t expect you to know me. I’m just a fan in the stands cheering you stupid fucks on. Yeah…both teams. Any team. I don’t care what team you are on nor what you are trying to accomplish…I’m cheering you on. Unless I’m not.

If you weren’t chasing your dreams, our paths would never have crossed…right? Ever stopped to consider the possibility that someone exists for the sole purpose of helping others chase and achieve their dreams? That someone could have a dream, and that dream is to help others dream? We all do that from time to time. Mine is just a little more focused in that area. It helps the sting of “those who can’t do, teach” not burn quite so bad.

^Martin Roth – An Analog Guy In A Digital World^

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I guess this is a short week for those in the civilized and industrial worlds.

I don't work...so every day is Halloween for me.

I noticed in my recent travels that someone pulled this one out of the hat for some odd reason. Prolly all of the AI and robots talk as of late.

I have no interest in the subject of robotics, which is why I neither write nor talk about it.

I have an inlaw that owns a rather successful robotics company tho.

Success…it’s all around us.

Q: Now what?

A: ???
^Röyksopp- Alpha male Wolves clip^

What does having successful relatives have to do with me?

Nothing.

I mean…kinda it does…but not really.

As a matter of fact, it has the effect of compounding the nothingness that I already am.

“Less Than Less Than”…in a comparative contextual kinda way.

Sounds accurate.

/shrug
^The Speakeasy Three – When I Get Low, I Get High – ( Official Video )^

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NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!

I'm thinking about doing that myself.
^the smiths, death of a disco dancer, buik remasters^

X: Where ya gonna go?

Cade: …

X: Sounds risky.

Cade: …

X: You sure you wanna travel this path?

Cade: …

B: Allow me here if I may…maybe a course change is order Captain.

Cade: …

T: I have some thoughts.

Cade: 🙂

X: Broken and melty like an ice-cube fired out of a bazooka towards the sun in the Northern Hemisphere during the month of July.

Cade: Sounds…accurate.

Z: I’m all about accuracy sometimes.

Cade: lolz…sometimes?

Z: 😉

0: No comment.

Cade: rofl…no pointers to be considered there, eh?

0: None.

Cade: OMG! That’s quite enough references to absurdity.

0: I’m done.

Cade: This is like shooting fish in a barrel.

C: Why would someone shoot fish in a barrel?

Cade: I dunno. How big is the barrel? Can’t you see?

C: Har har.

X: Are you going to invoke size? Or quantity?

Cade: Aren’t they the same?

0: We need a bigger barrel.

Cade: Bigger barrel for bigger fish is indicative of need for a bigger gun.

T: May I suggest…Howitzers?

Cade: Jesus fucking CHRIST!!! What kind of fish are we talking here, and can our lumber industry/industries support such an endeavor?

X: Always a bigger fish.

Cade: I fucking KNEW you were gonna say that!!!

X: 😉

Cade: My comment on Twitter regarding relativity and change was meant to invoke more of a quantity of speed than distance.

X: Why is that?

Cade: Prolly because there was a weird link to something that Roob said in a conversation yesterday.

Z: And what was that, which Roob said, in a conversation, yesterday.

Cade: I can’t remember what she said smartass.

X: …

Cade: She posted a link to a picture of cookies that were shaped like a penguin and a groundhog.

Z: And what did we deduce from that?

Cade: I wound up cruising The LoL’s December archive.

X: Lotta stuff there, eh?

Cade: Yeah. We’ve covered some ground.

X: But…

Cade: It was what was missing.

A: Which is?

Cade: Roob’s writing. I think I’ve run all her readers off.

X: And…

Cade: It bothers me that her part of what we do together is prolly overlooked.

X: And…

Cade: I guess I can see what she does better.

Z: And why is that?

0: Yes…why is that?

Cade: Prolly because I know what I send her vs what she posts.

X: Makes a lot of changes, eh?

Cade: Almost never.

X: Which leads us to…

Cade: She changes a LOT.

T: That makes no sense.

X: Which will bring us to…

Cade: The empty spaces that holograms/templates create…before, during, and after.

X: All at the same time?

Cade: Technically…yeah. It depends on how you look at the time.

A: What about “the before time” portion of that?

Cade: In the context of now, that thought is simultaneously both peaceful and comforting and mind-bendingly scary.

Z: Why is that?

Cade: The thought of having to try and explain it to someone.

X: Explain what?

Cade: Um…time, before time as we know it, via where we know it, as a construct for time as we know it.

X: Yer back to that “prior to now” portion of Big Bang + Big Swirl = Now.

Cade: Vectors and vectoring.

X: Like shooting a bullet with a bullet.

Cade: Lotta symbolism everywhere as to things that were, that are again.

0: And not just from “The Evil Dead Movies” perspective?

Cade: It’s everywhere.

C: What about the symbolism itself?

Cade: Layers and layering. A lot of plans within the plan.

X: But you personally feel that “the planning” aspect is overlooked in the current context.

Cade: Hey…if you can’t get your head wrapped around the concept of “The Alpha And Omega” being a pointer to “the now”…join the fucking club. It’s a difficult concept to ponder.

Z: From which end?

Cade: Yes.

A: Exactly what I was thinking.

Cade: The absent nature of applicability is…erm…unpopular.

X: Ironic.

Cade: Indeed.

0: Indeed, you say? Not gonna read into that one.

Cade: Can’t help but read into it, that doesn’t mean that I have to entertain it.

T: And why would you not want to?

Cade: No idea who is reading this. I only know who has to edit it. 😐

X: She made a reference to Internet Filtering didn’t she?

Cade: Something like that.

X: Care to elaborate?

Cade: OK…take the user name of the following video for example.

Z: Which is what?

Cade: MrOmar Osama

X: And that is related to Mr. Jarred Harris, how?

Cade: Associations.

0: Ironic.

Cade: Very.

X: Associations of what type and types via what sorts of typing methods?

Cade: Negative via Positive/Negative that leads to Negative.

X: I thought that tenets, tomes and edifices were something on which to be clung?

Cade: For how long?

X: Kinda…”leaves people out” don’t it?

Cade: Just a little.

X: Hmmmm….

^Benny Benassi ft. Channing – Come fly away (DJ Winn remix)^

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^Shemian – Happy Swingin` (Radio Edit)^

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*/rolls eyes… Definitely weird…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: The Experiment (Part 3)

The time is now 20.37 on Sunday 28th May 2017. Housework’s dun, cooking’s dun, Parts 1 and 2 are dun… Hears Part 3…

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So you are prolly wondering what in the fuck a $5.00 pot of beans on a stovetop has to do with some multi-billion dollar particle accelerator…and…um…lolz…um…mine was cheaper?

lolz

I guess in Relativistic terms…yeah…they prolly cost about the same amount.

Meh...who cares.
^Peanut Butter Jelly Time with Lyrics!!!^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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Just wondering how you can quantify one thing without taking others into consideration that are equally important in the facilitation of whatever action you are quantifying. You’ve already qualified it, now you are quantifying it, then…what? Aggregating the two?

Qualified + Quantified = Quantiqualified? Or Qualiquantified?

Or Quantiqualaqualaquantified?

Q4ified?

Sounds...timey, with a dimensional aspect or 3.
^Zlad! – Elektronik Supersonik HD BEST QUALITY Remastered Sound^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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Cade: Anything?
X: Nope.
Cade: K cool. Have a great weekend.
X: I ain’t going anywhere.
Cade: Me either.
X: 😐
Cade: lolz
X: …

^Hybrid – If I Survive^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

Roob: Me either-either.

Clicky:

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X: I’m gonna take that back…I do have something.
Cade: Do tell.
X: If I asked you a question…would you answer it?
Cade: I just did.
X: OK…so in theory, we have established a base of trust since you answered and answered honestly.
Cade: Fair enough.
X: What do you hope to achieve from all this?
Cade: As Roob so succinctly pointed out recently…it’s free.
X: Does that absolve you of responsibility?
Cade: Yeah right.
X: There was an allusion to this in that “Watchmen” movie you rewatched recently.
Cade: You are referring to the line “Free is just another word for Socialist.”
X: That’s the one.
Cade: But isn’t that politics? Will and wills operating in realms that they are either uncertain of, or uncertain about?
Z: Keep going…
Cade: So…we fall back on our tenets in the face of change.
X: Fall back?
Cade: Contextually, that would be the preferred nomenclature.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: I assume because free is scary in a number of ways. And “falling-back” requires the freedom to do so, the space to do so, and the area to fall back to. So…a strategic retreat.
X: Strings?
Cade: Sure. But we never stop to consider that “if an apple falls out of the sky when we hunger/are hungry” a need was met.
X: Fair enough.
Cade: Sorry, but there are certain futures that I can handle and certain futures that I cannot.
A: Care to be specific?
Cade: It’s easy to imagine the entire world and everything and everyone in flames. It is difficult to imagine my personal life in flames while the rest of the world spins on unaffected.
X: And yet…
Cade: Both are easy for me to imagine. The latter, in the above example, being the easiest to imagine.
0: Wait a moment here…you just contradicted yourself.
Cade: Not really…because I have no frame of reference with respect to both in one or the other context, when there are really 4 scenarios there…not two.
X: But when you boil it down?
Cade: Only one.
X: And which one is that?
Cade: Mine.
Z: In all contexts?
Cade: Something like that. What other frame of reference do I have?
X: Ooohhh…what ones do you have indeed.
Cade: Only the ones I care to entertain.
Z: And what about all the ones we throw at you that you don’t want to entertain?
Cade: I entertain them on their own merits as best I can. (Preferably, the less the better)
X: Kinda difficult operating in territory you are familiar with and comfortable with, eh?
Cade: Yep. A very comfortable discomfort.
X: …

You came loaded for bear to a fight with Godzilla. Yep…a strategic retreat might be in order, but that doesn’t change your intent nor intentions does it? Because you are gonna return with a bigger goddamn gun. Assuming that the strategic retreat itself works out.

If you want "free"...this is what it costs.
^The Music Of The Little Rascals^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

Footnote: ET wouldn’t turn up like that because physical travel to another world in one lifetime is impossible. E=MC² dictates this reality, but its author Albrecht Einstein believed there was some kind of magnetism-related dimension able to overcome the illusion of separation and distance. As Einstein has yet to be proved wrong about anything, I’ve no desire to argue with the bloke dead or alive.

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I’ve thought about this certain concept all week, but I figured I would spring something on Roob without her knowledge. I mean…this is supposed to be fun, and she ain’t been writing much, so let’s see how big of an asshole this makes me.

^Wax Trax (Black Box Vol.1) [16]. Ajax – Mind The Gap^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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Been some damn interesting goings on this week.

Kindof a weird observation to make, considering I don’t read/watch/keep up with the news.

Meh…I trust the people that give me my news secondhand. Or thirdhand. Or whateverhand. News is a filtering process of information anyway. God knows how many people this “news” has been through already by the time it hits the headlines. And depending on where you get your news, god only knows how many headlines this headline went through to aggregate their own. Prolly why these news sources are getting so fucking “grabby” with respect to information. Data, and loads of it. Completely devoid of context outside of a singular event that somehow negotiated its way onto your radar. As if there is some hidden something there that will provide some hidden insight into why your personal radar operates the way it does.

WOAH!!! Hit ya with a twist there, eh? Since when is this story about YOU?!?!?!?

Welp…

Q: When did you get involved with it?

A: I bet we can now gather all kinds of data and information about you, and bang out a nice psychological profile that details why you like what you like and do what you do.

Not that it’ll be right or anything.

But close enough is good enough…right?

^Azax – Magick (Official Video)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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K…well…it’s now 11:22 AM…and I guess I’ll spellcheck this and send it over.

Let's see how this goes.
^Nitzer ebb – Hearts And Minds (Mix Hypersonic)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*Clicky! That won’t play for me… /pouts… Can you go get me a version that will… /bats eyelashes… Please?*

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^Devo – Uncontrollable Urge – From Urgh! A Music War HQ^

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Well, there you are Dear Reader… and here I am, and over there somewhere… */pointlessly points…* is Cade. The time is 23:11 on Sunday 28th May 2017 and I hope your day has been as much fun as mine has…

 

*Did you have fun too, Clicky? …/pats snout…*

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Missive From ‘Merica: The Experiment (Part 2)

Bean there? Dun that? Good. This hear is The Experiment Part 2…

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OK!!! So we have reached the specified point at which I stopped writing yesterday, and I’ve now picked up where I left off.

Q: Are we ready to talk about “steady-state(s)?”

A: ?¿?

Q: What about under the pretexts of “change” as it relates to “steady-state(s)?”

A: ¿?¿

That’s what I thought.

^Martin Gore – Featherlight [Kernfusion]^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

Nothing

*/chortles… Oh Clicky!*

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So let’s think about “The Physical Laws”…k?

Now, let’s think about “Evolution”…k?

Now that we have those in mind, let’s think about “The Big Bang”…k?

Got all those?

Good.

So let’s think Carbon and Hydrogen, and lets add “Carbon Dating” in that thought pile…k?

Q: Where is change as it relates to The Universe outside of Science and its Scientific Processes?

A: !!!

Yeah…IT AIN’T FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! !

It’s devoid of save for your own creative processes that further define the original whatever that you saw. As a result, ain’t choo gettin sidetracked?

Yeah…commercialism is gonna be a biggie in a finite life like ours. And just because you are selling under the auspices of “for the future and future generations”…doesn’t mean “the future nor its own generations” are buying it. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that “the call from the future” would prolly be something more akin to…

“HEY!!! PAST!!! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!”

I mean…our past left us the fuck alone…right?

So yeah…the process of change as it relates to changes, as it relates to changing.

^Duran Duran – Girls On Film [DMC Synthminx Remix]^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

Here, Dear Reader, I would like to bring to your attention a instance of our Past of very much NOT leaving us the fuck alone… And it has to do with will…

Cade and Roob convo Friday night

That’s the experience of inhabitants of the Blue (Smoking) Universe…

*Anything more you want to add hear, Clicky?*

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I’m thinking about the movie “There Will Be Blood” with respect to “Infinite Anything” here…and the comment that the character Daniel Plainview made to his right-hand man Fletcher after their Sunday Ranch well comes in…

“What are you looking so miserable about? There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet! No one can get at it except for me.”

So you find your infinite power source, you build your machines to harness it and distribute it…and irrespective of where you think I am going with this…you may or may not be right.

Weird how that works, eh?

Anyway…you got your machine that is going to last forever harnessing forever energy forever. Sounds kinda…”locked in”…eh?

What about the changes outside of this machine?

What about the changes inside of this machine?
Are you sucking?

Or blowing?

Or both?

Or neither?

When and where?

Are you sure that an Electron, is an Electron, is an Electron?

Always and forever?

Yes. I am suggesting that the conditions of the machine and within the machine that harnesses this whatever will actually potentially create a time-rift that is likely to be undetectable and non-discernible. So the question becomes, as time progresses normally outside of this rift, is the non-changing aspect of the machine and its energy/energies having additional unknowable types of affects on this time change?

We are most likely dealing with vacuums if we are talking about energy production/harnessing/creation. And even if we aren’t, we should be, because the transportation/redirection of energy itself is going to require, and vacuums of its own volition and of its own accord…so…yeah. Maybe this Vacuum of Space ain’t really what we think it is.

I still say that with enough speed, I can travel through space with no environmental suit nor supplemental Oxygen, and will be able to breathe just fine. Just gotta think vibration(s) and color(s) and adjust trajectory accordingly. Not that I am willing to test this theory as of yet. 😛

^Charlie Adshead – Havana (Dj Entwan Remix)^

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So thinking about it now…are you sure that you’ve not harnessed a single Electron in a loop, and that Electron is moving both so fast and so slow simultaneously, that it actually gives the appearance of countless numbers of Electrons? Moreover…are you sure that is actually an Electron that you’ve harnessed?

Yes, my thinking varies a little with respect to “Tempo Rare-E States of Matter” in that one particle may behave like a Proton here, and like an Electron there, but the particle in question is actually neither at any of these times. If you keep the paths and pathways that facilitate the observation of these particles and energies in mind? Yeah…I don’t think its such a stretch to think that a Neutrino may sometimes actually behave exactly like a Proton or Electron here and there. That’s what you are looking for right? A Proton or Electron?

So…if a Neutrino needed to transverse your pathway, irrespective of reason, how would this Neutrino achieve this? Mutation? Nah…too close to Fusion, eh? I mean…you’re simultaneously searching for “The Ghost in The Machine” right?

Q: What are you gonna do when you find it?

Q: What are you gonna do when it finds you?

Q: Who found who?

Q: Does it matter?

Yeah…I think there is a lot more to blank spaces than we like to think.

^AFXS – On (Kaiq Remix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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*Again? /snorks…*

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It seems that there are far too many shapes and states to limit and define particles in the way Science is attempting to do so. It prohibits change. Which means it prohibits changing. To me, that says that not only are you attempting to attain destruction? You are also attempting to ensure it. You are attempting to milk that whatever part and particle you are working with, and you are going to entrap it until it no longer exists. Or at least, as best as you can.

Good thing Nature doesn’t work this way, eh? Or at least, keeps the machinery and mechanics that do this within nature far from us. But even that is on a timeline, eh? And who knows where that begins? How it began, how it begins, how it ends, how it ended.

^Ahmet Mecnun – Smell Of Jasmine (Original Mix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

Nothing

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Guess I’ll use Magnetism as my model for freezing time seeing as it is prolly the most active indicator that we have of time, we just haven’t figured out how to read it yet. Prolly because of our reliance on the clock and clocks as we’ve designed them. Which I find weird, since I can think of two times in recent history when time has been adjusted and/or corrected. That doesn’t bode well for Carbon Dating as far as I can tell.

But neither do I think that time is going to be some aggregate of sources of time, primarily because contextualizing context in the way that we do seems to have the effect of removing all context, save for the contextualization mechanism itself. Which is damn weird seeing as how you just put everyone on the same damn timeline that they were already on, and their timeline has absolutely fuckall to do with yours except when they cross.

I mean yeah, not always…but basically. I’m not ready for fields just yet, even tho I’m dancing all around them.

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

‘Shut Up’… Seems the perfect time to end Part 2 of The Experiment, Dear Reader…

… Besides, I’ve got some housework to do and the tea to make. Part 3 will follow later. The time is 17:56 on Whitsun Sunday 28th May 2017… Time for a Song…

 

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Missive From ‘Merica: The Experiment (Part 1)

Sumthing a little different today, Dear Reader. A missive from The Okie Devil butt… you’ll C…

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Happy Saturday Douchebags!!!

Happy Saturday Scumbags!!!

Happy Saturday Trashbags!!!

Happy Saturday Shitbags!!!

Happy Saturday Bagbags!!!
Happy Saturday *bags!!!
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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*Oi! Stop laughing. This isn’t funny… /scans down… Fuck! He’s put these in throughout, Clicky… /:O… And it’s another nine pager…*

*Knot at all, Clicky… /sniffs… Well, we’ll see… Shall we? *

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I wrote most (meaning most all of what I wrote yesterday) of the shit below yesterday…

so some of this shit may appear to be out of synch…

and it is…

but not really…

no one is reading it anyway…so…meh.

It's 09:01 AM on Saturday 27 May 2017.

Just in case you were w(o/a)ndering.

^Depeche Mode – So Much Love (Neverdogs Bootleg)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

It now 11.02 on Sunday morning, Dear Reader, and I have just got up. I wrote something in this space last night but lost it because the updated WordPress editing function is supposed to save automatically… And IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!

*Knot helping, Clicky… /grimace… It saved my first inclusion but for the rest? …/sigh… I’m gonna have to start all over again…*

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Made a big pot of beans yesterday at the request of whatshername since she sucks at it. Mainly because she wants to assemble ingredients, throw them together, then forget them until they are done. But beans require thoughtful attention for the first hour of cooking, and especially the first 30 minutes until the temperatures have stabilized somewhat. The second hour or so, you can check them about every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure that they are not sticking to the bottom of the pot, and freeing those beans that have begun to do so in order to keep them from burning.

^No Mana feat. Zashanell – Clear (REZZ Remix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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At one point yesterday, I had to turn the heat down quickly for a moment because some of the beans had begun to stick to the bottom, meaning that the greases and oils from the sausage had not began to release into the water in sufficient quantities as of yet to order mingle with the beans and

A) help them keep from sticking to anything, and

B) mingle their flavor with the beans.

But as I did this, I noticed a huge puff of steam arise from the water that was not yet boiling. In amazement, I turned the heat back to full…and the steam stopped. Turned the heat back down, the steam appeared again. It got me to thinking about transition(s) and stimuli from a point of perceived instability. I mean…that is the point of boiling water…right?

To create an instability? 

However, I began thinking about the videos I’ve seen of throwing pans of boiling water into the air when the temperatures are at or near sub-zero, and how some of that water will turn to steam and some to ice. This got me to thinking about relationships.

Q: Is it possible, that Richard Bach’s postulation that “Like Seeks Like” is applicable here?

A: ...

I think it is.

^No Mana Strobe Remix^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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Course, ya gotta keep in mind that I operate under a paradoxical modus operandi of age and ages and aging. Meaning that I do not hold to the notion that all particles of the same type are the same. Or as I word it…Similar <> Same.

(Similar != Same if you are a pretentious uber-nerd)

Meaning, that as change changes within that pot of beans, stability is sought via similarness in a changing environment. Yes, I am suggesting that even in the most extreme of conditions, that stability is the name of the game, even when and where none appear to exist. Why? Simple…will.

^REZZ – Cryptic^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

In mathematics, stability theory addresses the stability of solutions of differential equations and of trajectories of dynamical systems under small perturbations of initial conditions. The heat equation, for example, is a stable partial differential equation because small perturbations of initial data lead to small variations in temperature at a later time as a result of the maximum principle. In partial differential equations one may measure the distances between functions using Lp norms or the sup norm, while in differential geometry one may measure the distance between spaces using the Gromov–Hausdorff distance.

*Thank you, Clicky, butt I’m flying blind… I need another cup of coffee and a smoke…*

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If this Universe that we live in, was not built to accommodate our will and wills, then how in the fuck do you propose that it works at all? Meaning, how can it function? How can it change?

Yep, I’m suggesting that there are streams to accommodate our will under given sets of circumstances. Seems simple when worded like that, eh? You can pound and pull metals into plates and wires, but what about the system and systems that facilitate the pounding and pulling of that matter? Yeah…yer really gonna shit when I submit that “normal matter” is in fact this “dark matter” that is being searched for. Or at least, “regular matter” is some of it.

(dark matter)
^deadmau5 – Snowcone^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

It is now 11.41 on Sunday morning and I have remembered what I’d started inserting into this missive last night before the save fuck up. Cade had sent me a DM…

Cade and Roob convo before Doctor Who episode

… This was before I watched the latest episode of Doctor Who…

…with a dwarf thrown in for good measure.

*Thanks Sweetie…*

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So how’s it going? Not so well after that shitty opening bunch of nonsensical bullshit about beans and physics? Welp…it is Friday…so…yeah or something. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend here in the USA. Memorial Day is Monday so a lot of people will be off work that day/3-day weekend. Whatshername is taking the kids camping somewhere down near Austin on Sunday. I guess I’ll watch porn and masturbate since I’ll be here alone.

^Dillon Francis – Say Less feat. G-Eazy (Eptic Remix)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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We’re talking about the co-mingling of fluids in different states within a certain context. Fluids, liquids, gases AND solids that they are themselves in states of transition…which to me makes them fluids and/or fluidic. We are talking about the reconstitution of water/liquid/fluids into dry beans/beans here, since they have had their water removed …so…keep that in mind.

Am I suggesting that “steam seeks steam” in this context?

Yep.

Am I suggesting that “colder fluids seek colder fluids” in this context?

Yep.

Am I suggesting that “hotter fluids seek hotter fluids” in this context?

Yep.

Q: But why?

A: To better know how to distribute themselves contextually.

We are talking about a whole here. A whole bunch of wholes within a whole of wholes whose purpose is not only transition, but also transitioning during that transition. Gotta keep the transitions prior to the transition in mind here…otherwise…we might get lost. Afterall, if these transitions were irrelevant, then why did they happen at all? I mean, I intentionally purchased dried beans for a reason.

^Kaskade & Skrillex – Lick It (Official Video)^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

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WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE!!! YOU AREN'T ABOUT TO SUGGEST THAT "A PARTICLE'S AGE" HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HOW A PARTICULAR POT OF BEANS BOILS/COOKS ARE YOU?!?!?!?!

Yep.

Especially when you stop and consider the aggregation that takes place in our world of today. In a particular frozen dinner, you may have ingredients from all over the world in the same nest of frozen broccoli, lumped into that one corner of your microwave-safe disposable tray.

I mean…if soil and soils where a particular something is grown is unimportant, irrelevant and/or negligible…then…

Q: Can you explain French wines to me?

A: ¿?¿

Everything is important.

It’s the importance that we put on things that tends to be wishy-washy.

^No Mana – Fade^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*/thinks… maybe some words, Clicky…*

wishy-washy (adj.)1690s, “feeble or poor in quality,” reduplication of washy “thin, watery.” Meaning “vacillating” first recorded 1873.

vacillate (v.) 1590s, “to sway unsteadily,” from Latin vacillatus, past participle of vacillare “sway to and fro; hesitate” (see vacillation). Meaning “to waver between two opinions or courses” is recorded from 1620s. Related: Vacillated; vacillates; vacillating.

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Due to my cooking interests/interest in cooking, I leaned at a pretty young age that something magical takes place within the pan at a certain point. I learned this through cooking one of our staples in this area…Chicken Fried Steak. The fried dough portion of this dish goes through an amazing transformation at some point, and that point is a point of heating that rides the cusp of burning.

There is a chemical transformation that takes place in the pan, where the dynamics of the taste of the dough + seasonings changes radically. An intensifying of a taste that was barely audible previously. Peppers and Salts go from “meh” to “WOAH!!!” real fucking quick in the pan.

That is why, when you make the gravy after cooking the steaks, you leave all the leavins’ that have flaked off in the oil/grease, and they themselves flavor the gravy. This is why I personally use garlic salt and not plain salt in my Chicken Fried Steak. It makes the salt/salty taste…breathe, when you eat it. Almost a minty taste where there is none. That’s the garlic at work with the salt when cooked to a “just damn near burnt” state.

That’s why the colors of the dough are not, and should not be uniform. Some parts will remain almost as white as the flour used when you started, and the colors will cascade through the browns to almost black in some points. These black chunks, are the most brittle, but most tasty, and are opposed, offset and augmented by the deeper browns, who are in turn augmented by the lighter browns and off-whites.

Takes a long time, and a lot of screwups to learn to cook well.

^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^

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Roob: anything you wanna add here…feel free. (no pressure) 😛

*Well I am now, Clicky… I’ve never eaten chicken fried steak… Sounds delish…*

*Okay, let’s stop for lunch and we’ll pick this up again later in Part 2, Clicky…*

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Missive From ‘Merica: HBD RBD2!

I woke this morning, Dear Reader, to find Juju had posted birthday wishes to me on Arse-about-Face Book…

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Question from Thoughtful Man: “Who’s the bloke?” (said with squint).

Answer: OMG! Look how skinny I was. That’s Michael Crawford…

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*No, knot that one, Clicky…*

…He was a very funny colleague of mine from John Lewis, who took a leap of faith and became a stand up comedian.

Question from Kit Kat: “Why have you got a black spot on your forehead?”

Answer: It’s the photo, darling. I’ve got blue eyes in my copy… I coloured them in myself.

Blue eyed shining Roo

Question from Loopy: “Do you know where my shoes are?”

Answer: Where did you leave them, sweetie? …/sigh…

I also got a missive from Cade, set out below, and when I got to work, I got a bunch of cards and a bunch of flowers. I took in cake. The cake was extremely well received.

Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy The Okie Devil’s latest, Dear Reader, and will catch you at the bottom ❤

*******

Sup bitches?

I don’t have much to say today.

But I have a lot of time to say it in, and a lot of words to say it with…

and so…

…let us commence to silently conversing amongst ourselves, eh?

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!

^The Final Cut – I Believe In You (1992)^

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A lot of this not much that I’m thinking about, is actually…not much. Haven’t talked about a lot of this stuff in a long time, and the few people that I’ve tried to talk about this shit with were always like…

“DUDE!!! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!”

And there was another segment that was always suggesting that thinking about such things was foolish and dangerous, and I should try to think about not thinking about it.

😐

Not that I don’t have the ability to focus, because I do possess that ability. I just tend to drift wherever I drift, and have learned to accept this defect as an ability….a gift. Mainly because of the places that it takes me. Lotta nothing there, and a lotta nothing in between, but that’s kinda the point. Fill in the blanks, create more blanks. This usually results in a lot of blank stares.

Not that I am the only one with this ability, as I see people just like me/people who think like me virtually everywhere. I see it in pictures, I see it in film, I see it in text/books, I see it in conversations. But even the weirdos hate talking about this shit, even with other weirdos. Not me tho. I love talking about it. I don’t care who. If they are listening and are interested, they’ll start talking at some point.

Anyway, I didn’t talk about much anymore after hooking up with whatshername. It takes a lot of time to think about some of these things, and even longer to talk about it. Whatshername has an interest in some of the same things. But it was clear rather early on, that even her interests in these things varied wildly and radically from mine. Mainly…her dogma was/is…

“It’s OK if I have supernatural abilities and/or super-powers, as long as I am the only one that has them.”

Very revealing.

<le yikes>
^The Final Cut – Broken^

“Do I know you?”

Weird thought, eh?

Sure…it’s a strange question to ask a stranger.

But as I think about it now, the thought behind such a question is even…stranger.

Even stranger to ask a stranger if they know what you know you don’t know.

Or is that really where you wanted to go/what you wanted to know?

Or do you want to know if this stranger presents a danger…to you?

And what about “you?” What are you going to do?

If this stranger presents a danger…do you…introduce them to your shoe?

Via kick? Or is it thrown? Who is this life that you now own?

Where springs this knowing of the unknown?

Via 1’s via 2’s, interaction? Interacting? Do I choose?

But what if you lose?

Perhaps it would be better…to introduce your…shoes.

They are yours, afterall…custom made just for yoose.

This way…no win, no lose.

If that is what yoose so choose to doos anyhoos.

^The Pixies Hang wire live 1990^
(above song is via/per request-ish type suggestion)

X: What are you doing?

Cade: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

X: I’m gonna chunk your ass out into space, wrap you around a black hole a few times…and THEN…I’m gonna get REALLY creative.

Cade: lolz…do tell?

X: No. It would spoil the surprise.

Cade: Thanks?

X: You’re welcome.

Cade: 🙂

X: 😉

Cade; Ya know…if you wanted to say something…you coulda just said so.

X: Where’s the fun in that?

0: Yeah, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the creativity in that?

Cade: I wasn’t trying to be procedural…nor even trying to establish procedures.

Z: And yet…that’s exactly what will happen.

Cade: Sounds fair, and I get that. But I only know what I know.

B: Are you saying, that this “challenge/response” is somehow…”ingrained” in you?

Cade: Well…isn’t it?

X: I’ll ask the questions around here pal.

Cade: lolz…k. lol

0: And…”make the statements.” 😉

Cade: Obviously. So…

X: Procedures and protocols.

Cade: Lemme guess…”you designed them.”

Z: Something like that.

A: I had a hand in it as well.

Cade: Well…BY ALL FUCKING MEANS!!! Don’t tell me what they are!!!

X: Sounds like a plan.

Cade: 😀

X: …

0: …bbl…

^The Judy’s – “Joey the Mechanical Boy” (1981)^

I’m easily distracted.

What about you?

You easily distracted?

Maybe “the distracted” is the problem and not “the distraction.”

Mass layoffs…I suggest them.

Problem(s) = SOLVED! Next!
^Cocteau Twins – Cherry-Coloured Funk (piano cover)^

Hmmm…I notice that Jennyburger made a video.

I know nothing about any of that crap she is talking about.

But to be fair, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Sooo……um…..yeah.

No idea what any of that means.

I do know that my younger sister dated JFK Jr. for a while.

Seems that JFK Jr. had trouble with an aircraft as well at some point.

But…all things being equal, nothing really unusual about people dying in and around aircraft.

Nor anywhere else for that matter.

/me shrugs
^Time Traveling Rockefellers – Death of Richard Rockefeller 2014 Part I^

Q: What did the inner epidermis say to the ingrown hair?

A: What are you doing in hair?
^True Facts About The Armadillo^

pgavd4s

 

Mine Kafon Drone
Demining
Land Mine
Eindhoven
Droog (Company)
Tactical
Military Tactics
Tractics
Wargaming
War Game
Tactical Voting
United States Presidential Election, 1992
James Stockdale
Citizenship
Resident
Residency (Medicine)
Northwestern Department of Emergency Medicine-Rotations by Year
Yale Residency Training Programs-Rotation Schedule
Stratego
Toy Soldier
Joe Toye
William Guarnere
Foy, Belgium
Norman Dike
Peter O’Meara
Strange
The Stranger
Strange
Stranger
St. Ranger, eh? Must be on some kind of crusade for sainthood.
^The Judy’s ‘Wilma A Go Go’^
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en-
Entelechy
Schema
Schema
Danger
Danger

I had no intention of writing anything this morning, but that’s pretty much how it always starts. One wrong turn to the correct wrong place can send my mind spinning. Not that I have anything particularly interesting to say…but they are my thoughts. You ain’t gotta read em’. It’s your time. You know how best to spend it. But this latest whatever has me thinking about “public.”

Meaning: I wonder what was going on in that area where the US recently dropped a MOAB, and I wonder what was going on at the time it was dropped?

Prolly just a bunch of filthy terrorists sitting in a mud and rock hut in the middle of fucking nowhere, planning their next terrorist attack.

Q: How many plans does “The West” have?

A: ...?...¿...?...

Q: How much planning does “The West” do?

A: ...¿...?...¿...

Q: Are these “plans” and “planning” correct?

A: ó¿ó
^The Judy’s – You Never Call Me^

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Restitution

There is no way out of this web.

Just sayin’.

^Opposite Day – Carrots – 23 July 2016 – Sidewinder, Austin TX^

There’s a theme of “separation” that I’ve been noticing here and there lately. Many times, I have noticed that this concept of separation has been introduced under the auspices of “augmentation.” Especially augmentation via a separate separation that is…erm…either hidden, ignored, inconsequential, or maybe even just missed entirely. Yeah…a process and or action that is easily dismissable.

EX: At Merovee the other day, a commenter called RAGNAROK made a comment under a comment that I had made.

So yeah…augmentation of separation.

Sounds like “installing an uninstaller.”

Or an “engaging a disengager.”

Or “initiating a shutdown sequence.”

To me, this is a metaphor for “the present” or “present time.” That something that is so simultaneous with past and future, that we are able to stroll right through all three at the same time by simply existing. Prolly why we miss so much both while it’s happening AND when it’s gone. And yet…we do that “missing” from the present time which we are also missing. Prolly why we love order, concrete and rigidity so much. Regarding matter and motion…it seems to me that focus on one or the other can help us with both. Even if that means “staying the fuck out of it.”

Frees up choice to do some choozin.
^Megafauna – “Haunted Factory” [Music Video]^

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How distant does distant need to be, in order to be qualified as “distant?”

I mean, who steps right the fuck up to take ownership of a mine or landmine?

Are people lining up to say…”OH! That mine? That’s mine!”

Your money paid for it…right?

   Your needs required it.

Your government commissioned it.

Your companies designed and built it.

            Your needs required it again.

Your soldiers deployed and planted them where needed.

Q: Now what?

A: Is the answer..."Pack it in, pack it out?" Or is it more along the lines of "garbage in, garbage out?"

Where is all of this garbage coming from?

So yeah…”Spooky Action At A Distance.”

“Distance”…is relative.

Yeah…I dunno either.

I gots no answers.
^Clockwork Radio – Fever^
A: Everything is related to everything. I guess it's kindof a matter of when, and who is looking.
^Purson – Leaning On A Bear (Official Video)^

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I went outside to check the spider web on the front porch. My oldest is in the living room playing some old-assed video game on the Playstation 2, and my daughter was in the kitchen cooking her some lunch. VERY bright day…no clouds…cool and windy…blue sky filled with cottony tufts floating everywhere from the Cottonwood trees.

The spider is gone, but the web is still there. I asked my daughter to grab her camera, but she said she dropped it and broke it.

Cade: That sucks. You need to see this web…it would make a great picture…it’s full of cotton.

Elder Son: It’s cotton the web?

Cade: wah…wah…wah…nice one! lolz

Seeking meaning means finding it where you find it, and not necessarily where you think you should find it. That’s just been my experience tho. Not that I was questioned this week about “being contradictory” or anything. But I am contradictory, and I’m OK with that. It allows me to grow as far as I can tell. Not that I’ve grown any according to those that know me, as I still seem to be stuck at those errors in time that cannot be erased. Or is it that someone chooses not to erase them. Not that I favor erasing as it has a tendency to create gaps in knowing that create gaps in learning that create gaps in…wait….where was I going with this?

Oh yeah...nowhere in particular.
^Spiders – Shake Electric^

X: Are you conCERNed about all of this CERN innuendo?

Cade: A little.

T: Why?

Cade: My role.

T: Which is what?

Cade: …

0: That’s what I thought. You have no role and/or don’t know what it is.

Cade: I’m included for some reason, and that’s enough for me.

Z: Don’t you think that…”you outta know?”

Cade: /me shrugs

X: What about when you do know?

A: Assuming that you ever do know…

Cade: I dunno. How could I possibly know what I should know about what I don’t know when I don’t know it and may never know it?

X: Good point.

Cade: I don’t mind thinking about thinking.

X: You mean…THIN KING?

Cade: I guess so. It is pretty thin afterall.

X: So you are saying…what…exactly?

0: He wants to talk about membranes…is that it?

T: Give the boy a chance here.

B: …

Cade: lolz…thanks.

B: No problem. 😉

Cade: I did talk about membranes. In the previous whatever, and talked a bit more about them with Roob last night.

X: And what was said exactly?

Cade: She can post the convo if she wants, but it was basically that “membranes create/accommodate/facilitate motion.”

X: What about prohibition?

Cade: No thanks. I like drinking thank you very much.

X: No…you like to get slobbering drunk.

Cade: Why drink except to get drunk. Some of that stuff, if not most, tastes like shit

0: And how would you know what shit tastes like?

Cade: Via smell?

X: Now what on EARTH would smell have to do with taste and/or membranes?

Z: I wanna hear this…

Cade: Welp…if membranes aren’t allowed to function as designed, they forget.

X: Forget?

0: FORGET?!?!?

T: FORGET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Cade: How else can information be stored?

X: Oh my! You just opened a can of wormy let out cat bags there buddy.

Cade: lolz…”Wormy, Let-Out-Cat-Bags?” lolz

X: I like the way I said it better….but keep going.

Cade: OK…”wormy.”

A: As-in…”squigly.”

Cade: So…information exchange?

X: You got it! Keep going…

Cade: So…information preservation?

Z: Now we’re rollin’.

Cade: So…information exchange under the auspices and/or principles of information preservation?

X: All at the same time.

Cade: You had me at hello. I’ve been floored by some of the concepts that we’ve explored over the magnificence of the human body and/or as it pertains to life. But I still wonder about “answers to be had.”

0: You had me at had via “answers.”

Cade: Yep. There is much less standardization to be had here. Especially as how “standardization” relates to “standard.”

X: What’s with all the accentuation?

Z: Been wondering that myself.

Cade: Clarity. I guess anyway.

T: Guessing is unacceptable, and yet, many times the best we can do. Is that what you are saying?

Cade: Not that I like leading questions…but yeah.

X: Any why don’t you like leading questions?

B: Because he can both see where they are leading, and not see where they are leading, all at the same time.

X: Confusion?

Cade: Nope. That type of thinking is pretty clear to me. It’s the struggle of “cleverness via the moment” that dictates the victor.

X: And you think that moment or these moments, aren’t part of the path?

Cade: Sure they are. Just…prolly not “my” path.

Z: Meaning…”the path of preferred travel, by you, according to you.”

Cade: Something like that.

Z: Hmmmmm…..

X: Hmmmmm indeed.

0: I reluctantly agree.

Cade: Gee…thanks. :/

X: …

^Ruby the Hatchet: Vast Acid (Official)^

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So…if I transition to sitting down in a chair from a standing position…

Q: Are the membranes in my body working to prevent my blood and guts from falling out?

A: There are no answers to be had here, as too many questions have been omitted in favor of the one above.

So yeah…this precipice that you are trying to summit has already been reached. The question is…

Q: What are you reaching for now?

A: /?|¿|?\
^Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell – Nightmare (OFFICIAL)^

I struggle with the concept of “known” or “already known”…I really do. But the saving grace for me is knowing…not known. When discovery is forsaken for knowing…what are our options? Teaching?

BULLSHIT!!!

You, as a bitter bored and burned-out knowitall, are going to walk into a classroom, and expect to inspire wonder amongst the wanderers? Good fucking luck, and have fun spending your paycheck.

Sorry, but even a copy is original.

^BLACK MIRRORS – Funky Queen (Official Video) | Napalm Records^

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Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…
Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

...and they all lived happily ever after.

Cept for everyone that died.

And anyone that got butthurt and is still whining about it.

Or the ones we didn’t write about because we didn’t have enough time to include them due to previous obligations and/or contractual restraints and publishing deadlines.

Pray for a sequel and maybe we’ll get to them in the next iteration.

Prolly doesn’t bode well for them tho because of the carnage in the first story.

Meh…fuckit. They’re all dead and/or gone…who cares.

^IMMORTAL (Official) – “ALL SHALL FALL” music video HD^

HEY! Speaking of Black Metal, I noticed yesterday that Vegan Black Metal Chef has a new vid. It’s pretty fucking funny, and features Michael Winslow. I guess that explains all the sound effects in the vid.

Michael Winslow

Mike’s mom’s name is Verdie. Verdie appears to mean “faith.”

^Vegan Black Metal Chef Episode 21: Breakfast Massacre^

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What’s the big deal with eggs and shit coming out of the same hole in chickens? They aren’t coming out at the same time. And even if they are, you ain’t gotta eat either one of them…so…yeah…chicken for dinner instead of eggs. My pee and spoo come out of the same hole. Just some creative piping and tubing going on there for reasons of simplicity. My penis seems to know when it’s doing one or the other, and sometimes even I know when my penis is doing one or the other. By comparison…all my stupid heart does is pump blood, and that’s the only thing it can do. No wonder it’s worthless.

^1 in 10 Women Have “The Missed Disease”^

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So…is “prevalence” what we need to be focused on? Or is focus and focusing still our problem? And what’s with this “we” shit all of sudden? That’s guys voice in the video above is similar to every other narrated video that I see on YouTube these days. I guess advertising is king on YouTube anymore, and as a result, the prevalence of similarity is very prevalent within a working model that has proven results. It sounds like the accentuation used in “happy stories” on the news amongst the mainstream media sources on broadcast television. Anyway…since Endometriosis has to do with membranes, let’s talk about it!

Endometriosis!!! We talked about it!!! TA-DA!!!

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^alt-J – Adeline (Official Audio)^

As I got to looking at the picture of those Mine Kafon Drones, I notice that the flat parts on the outside have a centerpiece that makes those plate looking things on the end appear like a bullet casing’s rim and the primer. This got me to thinking about inspiration and sources of inspiration, which got me to thinking about legacy.

The Middle-East…for example…what is “The West’s” legacy with respect to The Middle-East? Bomb shrapnel and bullet casings? As I read the Wikipedia article as to the creator’s inspiration for these anti-landmine drones, I pictured kids out walking and observing what they see. Just about anything and everything that they encounter…they are prolly going to studiously examine. I would imagine that casings are everywhere over there, so I see a kid sticking a stick inside of a bullet casing, then sticking many sticks inside of many bullet casings, tinkering with those and organizing them into shapes…and VOILA!!!

Mine Kafon Drones. 

Not that this is how this is how the designer came up with the design. But I’ve done my share of exploring and digging in the dirt and other places, and have happened upon a lot of crazy shit during those explorations. To me, the only thing crazier than the shit that people come up with, is their willingness to later toss that same something out irrespective of the reason and/or reasons.

^True Facts About The CuttleFish^

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Not to get the fossil-fuel fed reciprocating engine horsepower too far ahead of the shopping cart here, but there are only 7 shopping months left until Christmas.

^Cocteau Twins – Plain Tiger^

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When I was around 22/23, I developed a feasible method of teleportation. It scared me. Mainly because I developed this model and system under the auspices of making surgery as we know it obsolete.

In: As-Is

Out: Sans-whatever need be removed (Tumors, for example).

Lots of other things to think about here, more than just “removing a problem.” Reorganization, for one. Yep…taking the “problem tissue” and reorganizing it at the molecular/atomic/sub-atomic levels so that there is no loss in mass in the person. My thinking being, there is always going to be an issue with gain, loss and even no gain/no loss.

The more I thought about ways to bastardize this system, the more scary that these scenarios became. Such as…

1. Not removing anything, and intentionally distorting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.

2. Not removing anything, and intentionally inserting something so as to cause an issue in the person once through.

And on and on. Gotta keep in mind that at the time, which was around 1990/1991, the computing power that I was thinking about/required for just the mass of an individual was staggering to think about. I was using a Tandy 1000 8086 with a 30 megabyte hard drive at that time just to run Cakewalk 1.0 for music, and that computer barely did that. Nevermind the abstract required in this teleportation situation…e.g. the soul, the spirit, consciousness, the pieces and part of the individual beyond simply “the body.”

This got me thinking about behavioral, and how to leave this out of the process. But it was impossible to think about. You CAN’T leave that out. Even if you address it for purposes of how to omit it, it’s all or nothing. Behavioral modification is a real possibility, and not just from the perspective of the trip through itself when everything goes exactly perfectly according to plan. Because a trip like that is going to have the effect of changing the person who traverses it, and there is no “finite” nor “negligible” when thinking like this. Otherwise, how do you accurate think about it? We’re talking about everything…right?

^The Final Cut – Primal Understanding^

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Now we gotta talk about the space and spaces in between. And not just and only the space and spaces in between here and there, but also the spaces and spaces that LEAD to the space and spaces between here and there. Lotta here’s and there’s to consider. I mean, you have no fucking clue who is gonna walk through your door nor when. Nevermind all of the passengers that a person brings with them. But that should help with the space and spaces that I am considering. Because suddenly…you went from one passenger, to countless passengers aboard a passenger of passageways, that will now be a passenger and passengers among a passageway of passageways.

WHEW!!! 

Yeah…lots to think about there. Not that “normal” space travel is by any means easy. Because we are basically talking about the same thing via different methods that really don’t differ that much.

SAY WHAT?!?!?! YOU'RE SAYING THERE IS LITTLE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ROCKET-POWERED SPACEFLIGHT AND TELEPORTATION?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Yep.

^The Final Cut – A Dance for the Saints^

Prolly a lot of people will dismiss much of that thinking with regards to space as excessive. Possibly even unnecessary and/or irrelevant. Which, if that’s true, I guess my Social Security Number doesn’t mean jack shit. Nor my work record. Nor my immunization records. Nor any other records and record keeping.

Or is that really how we view the future from the past via the present? A bunch of blips and markers that have been subjugated to all kinds of reviews that have been reviewed and classified according to other similar results in order to quantify and classify as to the lowest common denominator for a given situation?  Taking a chance at nulling out chance under the banner of order? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for order. Especially when it’s right and I don’t have to go back through the drive-thru or go inside because it’s wrong. And stop being so goddamn skimpy with the ketchup while yer at it. It’s damn near $10.00 for a McMeal these days. Surely you can spring for a little ketchup.

^The Final Cut – U.F.O.T.M.^

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No spaces there eh? Not even at the drive-thru…before, during or after.

Spondylolysis

No spaces nor gaps there either.

^Foetus – “White Knuckles” (1980)^

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Speaking of spaces…owl ears, owl eyes, owl feathers, owl design, etc..

Owl get right to it.
^True Facts About The Owl^

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I ain’t gonna tell you what to do or not to do. You wanna spend your time wrangling with this shit? Knock yerself out. It’s your time. I’ll help all I can, and I am willing to do that and will help in any way that I can. But if it comes down to a trust pissing contest? Welp…when? Meaning, when do I need to break your trust in order to be untrustworthy? Seems to me that if you are assured that I will break your trust at some point, I never did anything to earn your trust in the first place, nor could I ever earn your trust, so I’m pretty much off the hook from the onset since I had no say in the matter.

100% of my truths are true.

100% of my lies are true. I mean…untrue. I mean untruthful. I mean, it’s true that my lies are true and truthful/are truly lies…or something.

I guess truth ain’t so hard to find afterall.

Q: Did you stumble?

A: Prolly some truth in there then, irrespective of how you answered.

I guess we’ll be needing facts now.

Now we just gotta work on those trust issues.

Or…you can work on the by yourself.

Whatever.

^Concrete Blonde – Joey HQ^

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Must be something important there.

My suggestion? Use them a while, then over the shoulder.

Buncha worthless fucking junkies feeding junk into themselves via junk from a junky country.

^Ministry – “Over The Shoulder” (Official Music Video)^

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^Extreme Low Level Flight^

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