When You Reach Your Selbie Date…

Sell-by date is from 1972.

Duncan Selbie don’t like being called a ‘Nanny’, Dear Reader, oh dear me gno… He’s irked by the tone of the question…

Top Nanny doesn't like being called Nanny

*/lights up fag… When he says ‘right‘, Clicky, how far right do you reckon he’s finking?*

*That far? …/exhales plume of smoke…*

I don’t know much about him so I fought/fault/fort I’d look him up…

In the corner of Duncan Selbie’s fifth floor office in Waterloo, a stone’s throw from The Old Vic, there is a small plaque bearing a quote from the founder of analytical psychology, Carl Jung: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

CLICKY: Ted Talk?

‘Selbie, who has been chief executive at Public Health England since this autonomous arm of the NHS was forged from 129 health agencies – including the National Treatment Agency for Substance Misuse and the Health Protection Agency – three years ago, looks embarrassed when asked about the quote.

‘The 53-year-old Scot mumbles that it was given to him by a communications executive. He is already blushing about a certificate from the Institute of Healthcare Management that hangs proudly on his wall, and he is clearly uncomfortable explaining why he received it.

‘“I’m very British, you see, so how can I say it’s for ‘Outstanding Contribution for Leadership’?” he smiles, awkwardly. “I’m not North American.”

‘Eventually, he matter-of-factly states what Jung’s quote means to him: “Public health is all about futures that don’t yet exist.”’

*Quite, Clicky! …/drags… Btw, that clip appears to go in and out of sync…*

He certainly talks a good shift in that profile…

As well as economics, Selbie believes that companionship is key to a healthier life. He’s aware that might sound a little new age, but points out that this can be as simple as an elderly person being comfortable in the knowledge they have someone to take them home after a hospital operation.

…but the reality is…

‘He has backed interventionist measures, such as the sugar tax. And he urged hospitals to ban smoking anywhere.’

How does it end? The profile, that is…

In 1961, Bill Wilson wrote to Jung saying that his teachings were a pivotal inspiration for him in co-founding Alcoholics Anonymous. Selbie lacks the audacity of a North American like Wilson to link himself so closely with Jung.

But it’s clear the softly spoken Scot’s plaque means more to him than he lets on. Be it alcohol, tobacco or safe sex, Selbie believes that the country needs to take a good look at itself and its wider problems before it can fully resolve its health issues.

Oh Duncan, take your own advice and… Have a Song…

… And for you, Rear Dealer…

1972 (MCMLXXII) was a leap year starting on Saturday (dominical letter BA) of the Gregorian calendar, the 1972nd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 972nd year of the 2nd millennium, the 72nd year of the 20th century, and the 3rd year of the 1970s decade.

Within the context of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest year ever, as two leap seconds were added during this 366-day year, an event which has not since been repeated. (If its start and end are defined using mean solar time [the legal time scale], its duration was 31622401.141 seconds of Terrestrial Time (or Ephemeris Time), which is slightly shorter than 1908).[1]

Have a bunch…

Missive From ‘Merica: Texarama Charmer…

*Oh FFS, Clicky! …/rolls eyes…*

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

 

*TMI, Clicky…*

*Obviously…*

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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY YOU FUCKING LIMEY SHITHEADS!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

^BBC documentary about hernia meshes^

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

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

Whatshername has been on vacation from work all week.

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

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

^Desperado – Eagles^

Let’s invent some people.

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

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

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

$4,000,000,000

WOAH!!!

4 billion per year?

Maybe we need to dial that number back.

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

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

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

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

Or maybe we can do both.

Now we just gotta funnel these funds.

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

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

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

^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^

 

Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…

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

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

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

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

A: ...
^Cream – White Room^

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

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

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

This place is my home.

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

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

A) The are a foreigner

B) They speak English

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

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

I’ve tried to stress two primary things…

A) Nothing

B) People

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

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

^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^

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

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

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

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

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

I extend one hand into view.

This hand is holding an apple.

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

I ask the question…

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

This hand is holding an apple.

I ask the question…

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

I ask the question…

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

I extend both hands into view.

Both hands are each holding an apple.

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

One in each hand…for a total of two.

Right?

I take a knife, and

cut one of the apples in half.

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

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

Two total?

Or is the answer…

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

Or…is the answer…

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

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

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

That’s how I see it anyway.

/me shrugs

LOTS more to think about there.

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

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

 

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

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

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

lolz

Much easier to rely on others in these cases.

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

😉

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

It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.

(misspelling above = intentional)
^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ve been married once.

I’ve been divorced once.

I am 49 years old.

I am unemployed.

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

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

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

lolz
^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^

Let’s keep this short.

(ba da ching)

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

A: ???

Is the answer “one?”

^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^

So yeah…a walk.

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

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

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

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

That’s…erm…gonna take some time.

Do you have the time?

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

^April Wine – Roller Official Video^
cYacFa
^crystal method I Know It’s You^

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Flying Blind…

Twitter is down for me at the moment, Dear Reader. I wanted to get hold of Leggy to ask if I could publish a paragraph of Cultish

Cultish by Hugo Stone Leg Iron Books Start of Chapter 5

*Clicky, NO! I don’t have permission… And neither do YOU!*

*I know you both worked for Dumey, Clicky… Butt I could get in to trouble!*

rut roh

*/cough…*

The paragraph, Dear Reader was to add some context to a comet I left on Red Frank’s latest last night, Where East meets West

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*Oh yeah…/lights up…*

… Whereas Leggy posted on Left and Right

*/sings… Any fin goes…*

Meanwhile in the mindlines, The Prez of US is waxing on about East and West… And shifting Pols

*Wise words, dolphin assistant o’ mine… Also knot a good idea to abuse the pilot… /smacks lips… Fancy a swift ‘alf, Clicky?*

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*Blue Frank’s place, then… /picks up cigs… Oh and don’t forget to leave Dear Reader a Song…*

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: The Truth Is… Sumwear? */shrugs…*

Red Frank has a new Merovee post up, Dear Reader, and he makes an observation aboot last night’s post

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*De Cade… :D Cade… 😀 …*

Blue Frank also has a post up and makes an observation about his name…

Cade ponders CFD and CFA and X chimes in

AlleyAliAllyAllyness

 

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There now follows a missive from Cade… His last… Probably

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Sup y0, and y0s, and y0-y0s, n’shit like that?

LET’S DO THE FUCKING NEWS ASSHEADS!!!

^Losers – Summertime Rolls (Hybrid Remix)^
75mp1
Utah officials release 911 call of man who apparently started fire

Apparently…

apparently.

Hmmm….

If a ghost suddenly appeared in front of you, just to let you personally know, that ghosts are real…

Q: Now what?

A: ...

“Thanks for dropping by Mr or Mrs Ghost!”

tenor1

"Thanks for the fish."

Not that anything is fishy or anything.

Prolly a hook somewhere tho.

Hmmm....
^Manufacture – Passion For The Future^

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So…it appears that “Anonymous” is now in the business of aliens. Not like Anonymous is already a pack of fucking weirdos or anything…but I digress.

Um…I have a question…

Q: What in the FUCK do you mean…by “little microorganisms on a distant moon in our solar system?”

A: ...

Obviously, you either…

A) Cannot believe what you are actually contemplating with respect to the concepts of “size” as it relates to “intelligence” and its “discovery” from the vantage point of humans.

Or…

B) Are trying to get your head wrapped around singularities as it relates to size and/or life, via energy and energies, and all kinds of crazy paths and pathways.

Yeah…think “Land of the Giants” or “Fantastic Voyage”…and that should help you out immensely.

Also…stop relating “life” to or via “intelligence” and it’s trappings.

You as an individual, or even a group…may already be all fucking over these concepts.

But then again…maybe not.

Just sayin'.

Anyway…looking for life under the auspices of determining whether or not they are worthy of the classification …um… scares me. Breaks my heart too…but yeah…it scares me.

^Anonymous believes NASA is poised to announce discovery of aliens^

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Um…one other thing?

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if NASA, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life?”

A: ???

Q: Who gives a flying fuck if Anonymous, or anyone else for that matter, announces “the discovery of aliens or alien life” via NASA or any other source?

A: ???

Man…shit just got complex, eh? All kinds of twists and turns to think about there, eh?

The complexities of politics and political meanderings…all based on a single premise and/or a single viewpoint within a premise.

So...yeah...power.

Isn’t it a fair assumption, for anyone who goes into politics/is elected to office, to assume that whatever is currently in place is how things are supposed to be? The voters sure appear to think that way. God forbid any changes are made. Not that the purpose of government is to change things or anything.

Q: I wonder if the purpose of government is to keep things the same?

A: ???

Maybe we get to make those decisions ourselves, when, and if, the opportunity presents itself.

^Der Böse Mann – Kommt Mit Mir (1990)^

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Got another popup on my computer from ZoneAlarm firewall today. It’s pretty much what inspired me to write all the crap I’ve already written today, as well as what I am writing now.

I wrote recently about a popup I got from ZoneAlarm sometime back…and how confusing it was to get the popup, and how confusing the message that I got within the popup was to me.

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First popup is below, and I got it back on May 15th of this year…

Q1: Which of your employees posed for the above pic?

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A1: ?!?!?

Q2: Does this “creepy looking individual” that works for you have access to, erm, “questionable technologies?”

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A2: ?

Q3: What do you have against hoodies and laptops?


A3:

The guy is prolly just playing Diablo.

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Second popup is below, and I got it earlier today – Jun 29, 2017…

Le yikes. News I don’t want…via a software company.

I guess they are getting ready to expand to new markets.

Am I now supposed to look this bullshit claim up via some real and/or fake news source and verify it? If your software needs some kind of upgrade to combat this whatever it is, should I contemplate another software provider?

Meh…that’d be foolish. Prolly all owned by the same parent-company anyway.

——————————

This is the update window that I’ve been getting for the past 4-6 months.

My bitch with this popup…is…that is ALWAYS steals focus. No matter WHAT IN THE FUCK IS RUNNING OR WHAT I AM DOING…it steals focus and forces itself to the foreground. It’s pissed me off so bad, that I have refused to update.

——————————

“Security Software” keeps users honest. Yeah…users. It’s a constant reminder as to what you are downloading, from where, and where you go and what you do. If someone wants into your computer and/or network…they are going to get in…and there is nothing you can do about it.

^Numb – Lies^

I guess that software updates are now news channels.

“The second in the last two months?”

I know that I already ranted about this above…but to think that a software company is now going to start either A )quoting third-party news sources, or B) acting as a first party news source on THEIR schedule instead of mine? FUCK THAT and FUCK YOU!!! If I want news of ANY kind(s)…I’ll find it myself, you pretentious fucks.

Yeah...I realize you don't care.

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There's a sucker born every minute...right?
^Ionic Vision – Drive^

b9e

Roob pointed out yesterday that this Tuesday is Independence Day. I’ve not really thought about this particular holiday much over the past few years. It used to be a day or weekend at the lake shooting fireworks and drinking beer…or grilling outside and getting drunk. There’s a country club right up the street that always has a professional fireworks show. Which is weird that they can shoot all the fireworks that they want…but average citizens…cannot.

The signs went up around here a few weeks ago.

They are HUGE signs, and simply say…

NO FIREWORKS!!!

NO GUNFIRE!!!

Yep…these signs are in both English AND Spanish.

Now…I wonder why that would be?

You don’t have bilingual street signs helping all people(s) on their way, but you put up bilingual signs on the street telling us what we cannot do.

Sorry political peeps…but it’s kindof a “Mexican Thang” to fire guns on Independence Day here in this neck of the woods in the USA.

Weird...eh?

Bunch of dirty, filthy, Mexican and Hispanic scumbags…celebrating…American Independence.

Guns or no guns…that concept alone is weird enough.

Add the thought of “celebrating independence with firearms“…and shit suddenly gets all kinds of sideways.

^Interactive – No Control 1990^

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We’ve been through this nonsense before.

“I, as a white, gun-toting, God-fearing American…celebrate my freedom and independence with and via firearms, on every day of the year…except…July 4th. Every other day of the year, I carry a gun to celebrate my freedom…but NOT on July 4th.”

 <yawn>

I guess this concept is about to rear it’s head again. I remember it from back in the 1970’s when we had a HUGE influx of Hispanics flowing through Texas looking for work. Many if not most, were migrant farm workers who were being put out of work by farms going bust just about everywhere. Most of these migrants were headed north into Oklahoma and Kansas, or coming into Texas from the west to head back south.

I got all kinds of stories that I could tell about that time and those goings on…but I’m not gonna tell em here.

^Front 242 Masterhit^

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I guess that I am trying to get my head wrapped around what announcements, of any type, really mean anymore. NASA could announce that they’ve found a planet that is made entirely of diamonds…and it really doesn’t mean a thing to me. Not that they’ve already done that or anything, and not that I am complacent or dead in the heart. I just don’t think that announcements regarding “life elsewhere in The Universe” will come from some human government entity, irrespective of the country of origin.

I view “alien life” in much the same way that I view God/the gods. If they are there, and they drop by for a visit, they are fully capable of deciding how best to make their presence known. May take them a while to figure out how to do that, but yeah…prolly ain’t gonna come from some government that no one trusts. Maybe there is something to be learned there regarding the concepts of trust and self-trust.

^Bigod 20 – America^

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Yeah…if little microscopic aliens showed up in some little microscopic spaceships…we might wanna think/rethink some of these thoughts that we have regarding size and sizes, and what those concepts really mean. Especially if these little fucks are mean little shits, here to bask their tiny little spaceships in our Pineal Gland goop.

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They’ll be tripping balls, firing their lasers and shit for some intergalactic rave in our brain sacks…and shit might get a little kookie and out of control. I mean, not that I’ve been thinking about the concept of singularities over the last few years, and maybe some of the things that they can be.

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But some of the concepts that I’ve pondered are fucking mind-bendingly…erm…mind-bending. Microscopic and even smaller particles, that move so ridiculously fast through space, spaces and time, that they can be in two places at the same time. Not only that, but they can move to a third location so ridiculously fast, that there is no way for you to quantify that they have moved at all, save for the events that transpire after-the-fact, that show that they did indeed move.

^SOLARIS – Revenge (Aggrotech,Harsh EBM, Terror EBM)^

Now…you are probably wondering…

Q: How can that be? How can they be here, and not there, and yet here and there at the same time?

A: ???!!!???!!!???

Welp…that’s really pretty easy. Because the question becomes, what are they doing here, and what did they do there? Yeah…event driven based on will and wills amongst intent and intentions.

EX: 

Q: Are you at (a singularity) at the stoplight that is 10 miles from here? A: No.

Q: Can you make a piece of paper blow down the sidewalk that is next to this light? A: Yes.

Q: When? A: I just did.

To the observer who sees this piece of paper suddenly move, their heart is prolly gonna skip a beat. Maybe this singularity will drop by to check and make sure you aren’t having a fucking heart attack or passing out from being freaked the fuck out.

Point being, that these…erm…entities…are always moving so incredibly fast, that most of the time it appears that they are not moving at all. This is because they can be virtually anywhere and everywhere, or even nowhere…all at the same time.

Q: Sound familiar?
A: ???

Still too much of a stretch for ya? (pun not intended, but noted)

Let’s try this then…

 ^Valium Era – FCUK YOU^

Let’s imagine that there are in fact, two Universes, and not one.

Let’s imagine these two Universes as being side by side.

Imagine placing two bowling balls side by side.

Outside of these two Universes…is…erm…we’ll just say “the entity that created them”, and this entity is able to move and manipulate these two Universes at will.

0<---Universe A | Universe B --->0

Now…this entity, does not reside in gravity in the contextual way that we do…so they are gonna flip flop these Universes.

0<---Universe B | Universe A --->0

Yep…just that quickly.

Now…

Q: How fast did Universe A appear to be moving to observers in Universe B, an vice-versa?

A: ???

I’m gonna take a guess here, and say “infinitely fast.”

But to the entity that moved them, in relativistic terms, these Universes were only moved 3 feet.

There was no ill effects on either Universe, nor the environment(s) outside of them.

The entity that moved them, saw the opportunity to move these two, within a time frame, where moving them would have no ill-effect on either, and moved them.

So yeah…knowing a bit about environment and environments, and keeping the quantum and it’s contents contextual, allows you to do all kinds of crazy shit that seems impossible.

BUT! That’s how we learn.

Pathways of all kinds.
 ^!Bang Elektronika – Ich Bin So Atzend!^

Maybe that’ll open the door a little better to wormholes, what they are, and why they are.

Assuming that they actually are…that is.

^KMFDM – A Drug Against War.mpg^

I guess another good way to visualize this concept, would be to take one of the bowling balls, and shove drinking straws through them. This might help a little bit in visualizing the way and ways that energy and energies transition space and spaces.

As you push these drinking straws through, from one side to the other, and out, they are going to appear to achieve some ridiculously fast speeds, and create some massive energies…and they can and do.

But what about when the straws stop moving?

Yeah…as in…you push the straw only so far in, then stop.

If you think about both ends of the straw, where they were, to where they are, from beginning to end of the movement of the straw, that might help a little bit with respect to relativity and simultaneousness. ESPECIALLY as these concepts relate to other concepts like “spooky action at a distance” and other whacked out and weird concepts.

If you never NEVER EVER forget…where we are, and what is going on here and now…and how gentle The Universe is treating us and treats us…maybe some of these concepts won’t be so freaky and scary.

Yeah…context.

Time is...erm...weird.
 ^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

Roob did such a great job at adding pics on the last whatever turned missive…that I’m gonna let her add pics to this one if she wants to.

OH! If you wanna find some of the freaky stuff that I find on Google Images, go to Google images, and search for…(don’t use the quotes, or you can if you want to, whatevz)

"geometric gif"
or
"geometry gif"

or

"infinite loop gif"

or

"infinite loops gif"

There are some other terms and other methods that I use as well, but I’ll keep those in reserve for now.

😉
 ^Nitzer Ebb – Join In The Chant (Surgeon Remix)^

I gotta go.

cYacFa

 ^Agrezzior – Strong We Stand^

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*Belay that Song, Clicky… Cade has sent some more…*

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Roob just mentioned via Twitter that she was about to start formatting the newest whatever I sent her last night, and I asked her if I could add a paragraph. She replied “no worries”…so…here we go.

Today is Friday, and I read a bit of my today’s repost of crap from back in December of 2015. In it, I espouse a rather fantastic claim of being able to unite divided scientific disciplines into a unified theory under a united umbrella.

You divided this shit up in the first place.

Is it my fault that…

A) You cannot piece back together the shit you tore apart in the first place?
B) I can piece the shit you tore apart back together?

I think that as long as you remain uni-perspective based, you are gonna stumble.

I also think that as long as you remain objectives based under the auspices of a single objective, you are gonna stumble.

 Everything is already connected and together.

Tearing something apart, even under the auspices of “so that you can better understand how is was connected in the first place” is no guarantee that you will find what you are looking for.

Especially when you consistently forgo the changes that are transpiring in the midst of the change and changes that you are making…thinking that this has no effect on outside events, irrespective of how you qualify your efforts.

“Impact via size and sizing/limiting” is a big one within science.

 How ironic...eh?

I get the feeling that there were no limits placed on the original design of our Universe. Hence…

1) You will never find what you are looking for using the methods and means you are using.
2) If you set your mind to actually finding what you are looking for, you will HAVE to go all the way.

Yep…scary thought(s)…eh?

All...or nothing.

Q: What’s wrong with nothing?

 A: ¿?¿
^Depeche Mode – Nothing (video)^

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Supposing A Smokers’ Symposium

A quick post for you tonight, Dear Reader…

*I know, I’m working on it, Clicky…*

On Monday evening, I spent a pleasant couple of hours in Blue Frank’s Smoky-Drinky, talking to chums I’d only ever written to before.

On Tuesday afternoon I was unexpectedly asked what ‘symposium’ is by a girl in the office – her boss had been invited to one and didn’t know what it entailed, so I told her… and then I decided to look it up…

symposium (n.) 1580s, “account of a gathering or party,” from Latin symposium “drinking party, symposium,” from Greek symposion “drinking party, convivial gathering of the educated” (related to sympotes “drinking companion”), from assimilated form of syn- “together” (see syn-) + posis “a drinking,” from a stem of Aeolic ponen “to drink,” from PIE root *po(i)- “to drink.”

The symposium usually followed a dinner, for the Greeks did not drink at meals. Its enjoyment was heightened by intellectual or agreeable conversation, by the introduction of music or dancers, and by other amusements. [Century Dictionary]

The sense of “a meeting on some subject” is from 1784. Reflecting the Greek fondness for mixing wine and intellectual discussion, the modern sense is especially from the word being used as a title for one of Plato’s dialogues. Greek plural is symposia, and the leader of one is a symposiarch (c. 1600 in English). Related: Symposiac (adj.); symposial

*/squints…*

I also met Red Frank’s brother yesterday afternoon. We work in the Tower on different floors, and until now our paths had not crossed, but were thrown together for a meeting. I took the minutes and then gave him a signed copy of The Underdog Anthology 2 to pass along…

*Okay! …/huffs… I get back to writing my submission for Anthology 3… /lights up… But for your info, Clicky, I did actually write some more of it today… /puffs…*

I’d better go for now, Dear Reader, I still have ironing to do, but I will leave you with my good friend, Legs’ post from last night…

*And a Song… /rolls eyes…*

 

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Ariana 51

The Franks of Red and Blue Universes have posts today conCERNing the dreadful events of last night in Manchester…

Blue Universe
Red Universe

Me? I thought I’d mention the miraculous escape of the ice cream parlour patrons this morning on Southend Seafront

Rossi Crash

*The car is inside of there, Clicky…*

… And the passing of Sir Roger Moore, a poster of whom adorned my bedroom wall when I was but a slip of a girl. Not because he played The Saint or James Bond, but for his role as another Englishman… with an American friend…

*Most evocative theme tune EVAR, Clicky…*

There now follows a new missive from my American friend, Cade, The Okie Devil and Freak Of Nature…

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MEMBRANES!!!

Aaaaight…here’s the dealio.

When you restrict, constrict, inhibit, prohibit, cut-off, or in any other way via any means, limit the function of a membrane…the membrane stops behaving as a membrane and/or as that membrane would/should. So…the question is, does the membrane at some point “regain its normal function”?

Welp, not if the membrane is subjected to the same or similar day in and day out. There’s gonna be some adaptation required there up and down the line over time. Perhaps even mutation to accommodate the change and changes. See how fucked up shit can get real quick like?

Is that clear enough?

Straightforward enough?

Q: What happens when a membrane twists or gets twisted?

A: KNOT!!!


My back “went out” on Sunday when carrying in some water jugs for whatshername. It was a little better today, but I feel the tell-tale pull and pulls going on back there (no pun intended).

I was sitting playing Plants vs Zombies just now, and stretching my back, legs and feet as I usually do while sitting there doing nothing…and the pull in my feet and ankles is incredible. I really wish that I was able to take some decent pics of my feet and ankles to better relate what is going on…but alas…I cannot.

Anyway…I got to thinking about these feet of mine, and how the top 10,000 layers of skin feel about as tough as Alligator skin. Not that I’ve ever petted an Alligator, but I did have one splash water on me while fishing one day.

Anyway…I’ve had some vicious injuries to my feet and legs both internal and external, and was still required to wear shoes and socks because I still had to go to school. Being a stupid kid is no excuse for missing school. But sometimes, I had to really work and endure a lot of pain to get my shoes off, and especially to get my socks off. Typically, the socks were melded to my skin via processes at work to try and repair the abrasions, and had long since dried in some spots. Later, my calves would ooze and my mother would have to literally rip my socks off. I wonder how strong skin is. I wonder how strong the bonds that bind the skin and skin cells to each other are.

I wonder how much longer this paragraph is gonna be.


As I was sitting there tonight, I was doing my usual jumble in my head trying to think of what was pulling where, where it hurt the most, where it hurt the least, and trying to associate these things with injuries that I’ve gotten over time. Not to mention trying to reconcile these injuries with each other over time, as well as any post-trauma injuries that I have sustained from my own body attempting to adjust to the changes in order to keep itself together.

Why do I mention these things? 

Because for the first time in my entire life…I have color in my face and cheeks, and that color is not yellow…its red. My hands have started to do the same over the last year or so…not white, nor yellow, nor white and/or yellow…but pink and red. There is still plenty of whites and yellows in there, but the presence of red and pink, and the ability to move my hands a bit in ways that I have not been able to move them in for some time, instills in me…hope. Hope that I have done some things correctly over the last 10 years of this journey. But more than that…that I can pass some of this on.

DIY->PIO


Yeah…when my pants used to stick to me? That was motherfucking MURDER!!! It only happened a few times…but that was enough. I guess these pant lines at the waist aren’t such a great idea over the long haul afterall, eh? Nevermind having your junk crammed into jeans with a seam that could cut steel running right up the middle of your ballsack and penis. No wonder my balls hang to the fucking floor when I take my jeans off. It’s akin to somehow wearing a shoe on your crotch. I can only imagine what women endure.

😐


I guess I’m still working on the ol’ noggin with respect to the scalp and how some of my head injuries have healed and pulled in relation to other injuries. The head is rough since it’s so hard to see. But I’ve gone through prolly 50 mirrors over the last 5 years trying to figure it out. The head and the back are toughies. And of course…the….erm….”nether regions” that motherfucking NO ONE wants to look at.

I did notice that the “Head and Shoulders” brand of dandruff shampoo that whatshername buys has changed their labeling to read…

“#1 DERM Recommended.”

I guess they couldn’t get both “dermatologist” AND “recommended” in the same space, so they truncated. Or maybe they are taking labeling liberties. Or both/all. I dunno. I don’t use it.


I bet I’ve looked pretty goddamn ridiculous at times, alone in my room with a mirror between my legs, 5 lamps around me, trying to see what in the FUCK is pulling and tugging down there and why. I can’t do anything really about whatever is going on inside of me where I cannot see. But I CAN do something about the outside of me, and work on figuring out how that relates to what is going on inside of me.

And I've done some of that. 

I think fasting and taking care to exercise a little differently than we are told to has helped immensely in this regard. Basically, if it’s an exercise that I would in no way be able to duplicate or would experience in the course of my day to day life? I don’t do it. That means walking, and a shitload of it. That means sitting, and a shitload of it.


Yeah…lots of stretching too, but not in any organized fashion. I’m way too beat up for that, or Yoga or anything event remotely “organized” in some modality for normal people. I’m far beyond that, and that’s OK. I’m still the same ol’ me…just…kinda packaged different. Those 2nd-Degree burns I got on my shoulders that time sure left a lot of huge-assed freckles. I wonder if there was/is any original tissue/tissues in those freckles. As in, some tissue from before/during/after phases of recovery as the blisters swelled and popped and bled.

It’s rough trying to sleep with 2nd-Degree burns on your shoulders and neck. It’s rough trying to sleep with 1st, 2nd & 3rd-Degree burns on your legs, feet, arms and face. I’m lucky that it happened when I was so young. Lots of time for those scars and scarring to stretch and expand and fade as I grew.


I have no idea why I’m using pics from the movie “Army of Darkness” here. But I am. I guess I needed a little “Ash” to perk me up a bit. I feel awful. My spine feels like its doing a tug-of-war with some remote black hole on the other side of the fucking Universe.

I wonder who is "winning."


I weighed myself today.
I weighed 227.2 pounds.
I’m quite dense for a dude that is only 5’11”.
That’s all I got for now.

No music...sorry.


cYacFa

^Dwight Yoakam – “Honky Tonk Man” (Official Music Video)^
^Dwight Yoakam – “Guitars, Cadillacs” (Official Music Video)^
^Violent Femmes – Good Feeling^
^Ministry – Burning Inside (with lyrics)^

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*/Quizzical expression… Butt that’s old news, Clicky…*

trust me sweetheart

*/drawls… Okay…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Mind? Yours? Innit!

The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive, Dear Reader, and… It’s a bit of a monster

Five Fag Missive

*Oh it’s at least five fagger, Clicky… At least… /lights up…*

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Good Morning.

Good Afternoon.

Good Evening.

Good Night.

Howdy.

It’s 11:42 AM on Monday May 15th of 2017.

I don’t feel like writing…but I’m gonna.

And seeing as how I am in a traveling mood…

…let’s start off with a 3 minute and 57 second video of a camera on the nose gear of a 747.

^BOEING 747-200F GEAR CAMERA ” BELLY OF THE BEAST ” ( AROUND THE WORLD)^

Things happen fast when you are low and slow.

Things happen even faster when you are low and fast.

(Some great warbirds feature in the vid below for anyone who is into that kind of thing)
^Extreme Low Pass | Epic High Speed Pass | Very Low Passes compilation^

I seriously have nothing on my mind. Not a goddamn thing. Cept for the fact that my legs and back are wobbly as fuck…and my knees and feet feel as if they have been slathered with superglue that has long since dried…making walking a difficult and tricky proposition. That said, I walked outside yesterday morning to get some fresh air, and no sooner had I opened the door and began to transverse its door frame, something immediately occurred to me…

Summer Is Here.

Yep. Summer has arrived in North Texas. The combination of the feel of the air and the look of the sky combined to make me and the rest of me come to the conclusion that the sun has reached a point in the sky that has caused anyone that lives in this area to begin to think about July and August…usually, our hottest months.

Seeing as how we are only two weeks into May, the official start of summer is over a month away, and we haven’t gotten many storms and certainly no big storms, I can’t help but wonder when the water restrictions signs will start going up. They’ve pretty much to the point where “the buffers” now have buffers of their own, and even those buffer buffers are subject to interpretation by whoever is currently calling the shots. God only knows how many “shot callers” are bending the ones who call the shots’ ears, and the what’s and why’s as to their reasoning.

Dunno whether that is influence, undue influence, corruption, or just a plain old need and/or interest…but it’s interesting to think about. I mean hey…as long as your needs get met…who cares right?

^Ed Bruce – It’s All In Your Mind^

As I started writing this here currently current whatever…I got a pop-up on my computer. I wanted to add a screenshot of it, but I can’t find a host.

:/

The popup was from my ZoneAlarm firewall software, and it was urging me to upgrade due to something call “Wannacry”…which I assume is the malware/virus/trojan/whatever that is getting all the press over the last few days. ZoneAlarm is the only piece of “security software” that I really run on my computer. I mean, I also have SpyBot Search & Destroy…but I rarely use it. Last time I ran it, it had been like 437 days since I last ran it…so yeah…”security” and/or “computer security” is not of great concern to me.

Anyone stupid enough to risk prison over hacking this piece of shit computer? Yeah…yer a dumbass. There ain’t nothing on it worth stealing, it’s an old computer running outdated software (Windows Vista) and if anyone wanted to break into this crappy shitbox, they prolly could with ease. I mean sure, there’s crap on here that I would miss if someone decided to arbitrarily h4X0r my ass…but what am I gonna do? Beg? Plead?

“Please Mr. h4X0r Man or Ms. h4X0r Woman! Please don’t h4X0riZ3 my computar machine!!!”

Go fuck yourself.

You “wanna fuck my shit up” just because you can? Eat shit and die.

^Love & Rockets – All in My Mind^

Speaking of money and/or too much and/or too little…I notice that there was a Tweet regarding a £70k rock in some hospital in England, and a lot of banter about where the money came from to purchase said rock.

Q: I wonder who made that rock?

A: ?¿?

Q: I wonder who made that rock…rock?

A: ¿?¿

I saw a picture of the rock in question, and I gotta say…that rock? It ROCKS!!! Or at least…it looks like it does. That said…I have to question the placement of that rock, as it appears to be on an elevated section of the hospital near a guardrail of some kind.

I mean…couldn’t small children or midgets or dwarves or those otherwise vertically challenged…not stand atop that rock and jump over the guardrail? Hospitals always have crazy people in them who are just looking for a place to die…so…yeah…why help them out? Never mind the fact that I have to question how much that rock weighs and the load-bearing stresses on the flooring over time. I mean…do we monitor vibration in buildings? Do we monitor vibration(s) in buildings all the time? All the time over time? All the times over time?

Meh…who needs excuses.

You only need one.

Something about a camel and its back prolly goes here.
^Barry Obzee – All In Your Mind^

Yeah…I bet whoever made that rock is a crafty motherfucker. I can imagine being able to look at a single atom within that rock from billions of years ago, and looking forward through time, to the time that a bunch of chuckleheads would start bitching about money for computers based on the events surrounding, and up to this atom that is now in this rock that is sitting in some hospital, and the journey and journeys that this atom took to get there.

Not that I think that all atoms are “numbered” in the way and ways that some would like to number them…but yeah…just that…all atoms are numbered. It’s just that they are numbered at little bit differently than we typically think of numbers and numbering, because we as humans tend to include so we can omit.

EX: You’ve seen one vagina, you’ve seen em’ all.

What horseshit.

That “vagina” is attached to “a vulva” and some other pieces and parts in that locale…up to, and including, the woman that owns it.

Suddenly…everything is one to one.

Yep…lotta ones in there.

^Clarence Carter – It’s All in Your Mind^

Wait. Wait. WAIT!!!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!!

We have a question via The Whatever However HOTLINE!!!

Q: Cade, how is it that you propose that “atoms are numbered” outside of the numbers and numbering defined in The Periodic Table?

A: GREAT QUESTION!!!

And therein, lies the answer. All you have to do? Look at that Periodic Table. Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and when.

I was going to put “Which atoms of elements interact with other atoms of other elements and how” instead of “when”…but as I got to thinking about it, this action/reaction/non-action/non-reaction bullshit is all about time…not matter itself. If one element chooses not to react well with another element, that’s still a reaction. It just may not be the reaction that you are looking for.

I think that once “Science” begins to drop some of its pretenses about matter, “Science” will be able to better add time more efficiently in its efforts…whatever those efforts may be. However, the more that “Science” leave its gadgetry out after including it in? Yeah…the more confused and confusing things are going to get.

Q: Cade, what do you mean “gadgetry”…and what do you mean by “leaving it out after including it in.”

A: Its pretty simple as far as I can tell. You build something to generate fields, and that's what you get. 

However, when you leave the mechanisms and mechanics of “the fields that were already there” that are nested in “the fields generated”, yeah…stacking and layering that exists, and will always exists, even when you attempt to limit and/or minimize this effect/these effects.

Why?…you might ask

Time…yer leaving it out again.

:/
^Iron Maiden – All In Your Mind^

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RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!! RAWR!!!

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From today’s featured article…

The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction – a U.S. fantasy and science fiction magazine first published in 1949 by Fantasy House, a subsidiary of Lawrence Spivak’s Mercury Press.

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Francis D’Britto – a Catholic priest, writer, and environmental activist from Vasai, Mumbai. He is the author of the Subodh Bible, a translation of the Bible to Marathi.

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Institute of Highway Engineers – the professional institution for practitioners in highway and traffic engineering offering Engineering Council registration and professional development support.

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1927 in association football – The following are the football (soccer) events of the year 1927 throughout the world.

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Poimapper – field data collection, sharing and analysing software.

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Stella Maris Airport – an airport located near Stella Maris, on Long Island in The Bahamas.

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Mbarara Northern Bypass Road – a road that bypasses the northern part of Mbarara City.

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French cutter Espion (1781) – launched in 1781. The British captured her and took her into the Royal Navy as HMS Espion. The Navy sold her in 1783.

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Wilhelm Henie – a Norwegian sportsman and furrier. He was track cycling World Champion in 1894, and competed at the European Speed Skating Championships in 1896.

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Afghan cricket team in Pakistan in 2013 – visited Pakistan from 6 to 13 February 2013 and played a series of limited-overs matches against the Pakistan A team and some regional sides.

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Solomon Nightengale House – a historic house at 429 Granite Street in Quincy, Massachusetts. The 1-1/2 story Cape style house was built c. 1820 by Solomon Nightengale, whose family had owned the land since the 18th century.

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Princess Ragnhild Coast – the portion of the coast of Queen Maud Land in Antarctica lying between 20° E and the Riiser-Larsen Peninsula, at 34° E. All but the eastern end of the coast is fringed by ice shelves.

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Four Holy Cities – the collective term in Jewish tradition applied to the cities of Jerusalem, Hebron, Safed and, later, Tiberias, the four main centers of Jewish life after the Ottoman conquest of Israel.

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Neal Du Brock – directed the world-premieres of many important plays including Edward Albee’s Box (play) and Lanford Wilson’s Lemon Sky (starring Christopher Walken and Charles Durning). He worked for many years at the Studio Theater and Studio Arena Theater in Buffalo, New York.

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Robot Communications – a Japanese independent animation and visual effects studio founded on June 3, 1986, and based in Tokyo. It won the 2008 Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film for La Maison en Petits Cubes.

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Combination classification in the Tour de France – the jersey in the Tour de France worn by the leader of the combination classification.

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I bet I could win the Tour de France if I had a bicycle. I’d prolly win last place, but yeah…I could prolly also win first place. I mean…if you have a right to be there, you have as much chance as anyone at winning, right? I wonder how one goes about getting on the list to compete in The Tour de France? Prolly has entry fee. That includes me out. :/

Actually, I have a bicycle. Two even. They both have flat tires tho.

^Mariah Carey All In Your Mind Live Acapella HD SNL 1990^

I guess if you think of particles in a chain, or particles in a chain or chains, that’ll help. But just keep in mind that numbers are going to go from very small, to mind-bendingly huge, real fucking quick. That’s why I use a -1/0/1 base…it helps to keep my head from folding when thinking about the number and numbers in these chains. Zero (0) helps us avoid zero (0)…if that makes any sense.

Think of it like this…as we approach zero (0), there is little difference between 0 and ∞ on either end.

Meaning: “the nothing” on one end, and “the everything” on the other.

They are both everything. It’s just that one is “everything something”…and the other is “everything nothing.”

Make sense? Good. Let’s continue.

We avoid zero (0) for a reason. Reasons, even. This is where our “flips” are going to happen.

This way here...that way there.

But you also have to keep in mind that at some point and points, we are going to see zero (0) again, even when traveling through “everything something.”

If you think of weavers and weaving, and rings… Yeah…lots of weaving and flipping.

The difference is, that sometimes a thread or string may return to its point of origin, and sometimes not.

Keep time and times in mind here, and this concept may not seem so strange, foreign, incredulous or impossible.

Add stings to the strings…and you’re ready for loops.

Just remember to wet the thread before threading the needle.

Friction...is all.

Keep your “infinity” at both ends of the -1/0/1 set, and you’ll never forget that all in the set are both infinities AND infinite. But yeah…you’ll forget. But then you’ll remember you forgot.

^Chris Miles – All In Your Mind (Prod Blended Babies)^

Q: Dude…so what are you saying about zero (0), and more specifically, what are you saying about “nothing”…or at least, “the concept of nothing.”

A: Everything. The everything that is nothing, and the nothing that is everything...BOTH...at the same time.

Think of it like this.

Everything = Everything. (-1 and/or 1)

Zero = Anything.

The machine that makes the machine.

A system, within a system and system of systems…whose sole purpose, is creation, retention, preservation and reorganization. It’s really not that difficult of a concept to understand. Explaining it on a Universal scare tho, yeah…difficult.

I can see it, and if I took the time to learn the math I could prolly explain it using that method…but I’m not gonna. Math and maths and mathematics alone are too narrow and limiting. One might even begin to think that mathematics might be the exclusive province of “The Realm of Zero”…but that’s not the case. It may be “a” case…but not “the” case. You have to keep in mind that IN = OUT is not always true, and sometimes never true. You are painting with entirely too broad a brush. Seeking perfection via imperfection is like stumbling over diamonds to get to gold.

Perfect + Imperfect = Perfection.

There's a verby kind of action to that verbiage.
^Snowgoons – “All in Your Mind” feat. Viro The Virus [Official Audio]^

I’ve mentioned that my father was a mechanic. He was a race car driver and mechanic, but he worked on industrial sewing machines as his trade. He had rough hands. VERY rough hands. Hands that were akin to a baseball catcher’s mitt, that are made out of some metallic/carbon fiber material that fell to Earth from outer space. His hands were constantly covered in chemicals, and greases, and oils, and cleaners, and all kinds of crazy shit…and yet, it was as if his hands were made of iron. Never mind that the motherfucker was 6′ 1″ @ 240 lbs, had a really bad disposition, and could bench press a truck. I guess that “day to day” of working with tools and metals and injuries and all that shit takes its toll.

FYI…his hands were not “leathery” nor “calloused” in the usual manner in which we think of the hands of working people…they were more like iron. He used to tempt me into “trying to hurt him”…all the while, taunting me with “you can’t hurt steel.”

Q: If you wear shoes all day, every day, what effect does that have on the epidermis of the feet?

A: ???

Q: What about the shoes + socks and/or hosiery?

A: ?

Yeah…the shoes that I currently wear (when I wear shoes) are kinda different. They have no arches built-in to the insole, therefore, my feet and their arches have to do the work. The manner in which I lace the shoes also helps, as it puts the pressure on the shoelace eyes, instead of the center of the top of my foot where the laces cross. Not that I have any experience with massive callouses on my feet or anything…but sitting at a desk all day wearing laced shoes or tight fitting shoes under the additional circumstance of having circulation to my hips legs and feet cut-off or reduced for 6-8 hours or more per day? Yeah…I think there might be some connection there with some issues that some might have, and being “erogonomically aware” might just have the effect of “economic viability” as well.

^Beck – It’s All in Your Mind^

I shudder to think about a woman’s legs, simply because they shave them. That is…assuming that they do shave them. I wonder if businesses expect women to shave their legs and/or arm pits?

I digress.

Anyway…yeah…even tho I am very hairy, and even tho I don’t shave my legs/never have shaved my legs, my legs had gotten to the point to where they had very little hair on them at all. Not that I was required to wear pants, nor even that these pants rubbing on my legs daily caused the hair loss. I am in proximity to power lines most of the time, and regularly smoke crack when I am not shooting heroin…so its prolly that and not the pants.

I digress again.

The hair on my feet? It ain’t there no more. Well…there are some small patches of hair here and there that make my feet appear as if I spend time tiptoeing through nuclear waste or toxic chemicals of some kind…but it’s strange that where there was once hair…it’s no longer there. Thinking about the sensory input provided to us via hair…I guess I don’t need it anymore.

Anyway…legs….that are shaved…daily…there’s GOT to be a better way.

And I sure as SHIT ain’t thinking lasers nor laser hair-removal.

Not that I am telling you what to do or not to do…just…thinking out loud.

^Moog – All In Your Mind^

I gotta give some mad props here to K-Swiss for a type of shoe they make call “Tubes.” I dunno if they make them anymore, but these shoes saved my feet. The lightest and most airy/breathable shoe I have ever worn, and the spongy action of the tubes in the sole helped teach me how to walk again. I tried to look them up on their website, but I couldn’t find the particular kind that I used to wear. But that’s them in the picture above. They make you think about your legs more than your feet. Almost as if to say “if the legs do what they are supposed to, it’s easier to figure out what the feet are doing and how they are doing it.”

The Converse All-Stars that I wear help much in the same regard. Except to me, the Converse help you to think about both your feet AND your legs, and what they are doing as it relates to your back and shoulders. We tend to ignore the upper-back and REALLY fucking ignore the shoulders. Being an asthmatic helps me think about those things. Especially when you are having an asthma attack, and it feels like every muscle in your body is working in unison to help you take that breath and/or exhale it.

Ya rly.

Sounds nutty…but so is Asthma.

^STRAY / All in Your Mind^

If information within the body is having difficulty getting to where it needs to go…

Q: Does the body adapt?

A: ???

Can it adapt…might be a better question. But not really. I mean, we know that the body can adapt, but what is the result of that adaptation? Does this mean that the body “is adapted?” Or does this mean the body “has adapted?” How about “a body?” Does this change in verbiage mean anything to anybody? 😉

Oh…and while we are thinking about it…”what about “coping?”

There are many things in life that make sense. But that doesn’t mean that things will turn out as you have planned it according to “making sense.” Such as, punching a steel plate for hours on end each and every day, with the hopes of making your fist stronger/harder.

Pan Qingfu

Just keep in mind that there was and is, a lot more going on there in that someone’s life, than simply “punching stuff.”

^The Partridge Family – It’s all in your Mind^

We are limited does not mean that we have limits.

We have limits does not mean that we are limited.

Put those in whatever order you prefer, then mix and match at will. If you live your life by one creedo or one rule, or one rule set or one set of rule sets…erm…doesn’t that kinda…limit you?

Welp, the short answer is both yes and no. Mainly because, I don’t live in your skin nor do I want to. Neither do you live in mine, so now we come to edifice(s) and standard(s). Which means we gotta progress to and through application and applications. Are we doing that? Are we doing that properly? Yeah…I dunno either.

If this were a popularity contest, you wouldn’t be reading this right now because I wouldn’t have written it. I’ve never been popular and I never will be popular, and I, as a person and individual, am OK with that. But there is also nothing wrong with popularity. Popular people are typically popular for a reason. The most prominent being…you made them that way. So what’s your beef with popular people? Oh…when they become “too popular?” Describing description is stupid. Beyond description maybe. I dunno…give it a whirl. Maybe you’ll come up with something groundbreaking or earthshaking or whatever.

^Douala – It’s All In Your Mind [BLORP]^

We interrupt this themed song sequence to bring you a video of airplanes sliding around on ice.

^Plane sliding on ice | Aircraft skiddin on ice^

So the other day, Whatshername casually mentions that she thinks that she has found a den of human trafficking nearby. The logic being, that her sister went into this particular shop, and “the people were creepy.” She went on to say that she was SURE that there were people tied up in the back of this shop…and yes, she was serious. So I guess that her and her sister have started their own private investigation into the goings on at this shop, irrespective of the business that transpires there daily, which they appear to believe “is just a front.”

I asked her why she didn’t call the cops if she felt that strongly about it, but she mumbled something about our children and basically changed the subject. I guess I don’t understand. I didn’t press her about it, but I made damn sure that she knew that I was not happy with her accosting me regarding my thoughts and opinions on her and her sister’s crusade. Not like she knew that I would be a good “devil’s advocate” on the part and portion of all involved, but no matter how much I pleaded with her to leave me the fuck out of it because I don’t share her paranoid view of “the world”…she pressed me.

I cannot help but think about “false accusations” and the damage that they can cause, nor can I not help but think about my experiences working within The US Customs Service and a lot of the shit that I saw go on there, all in the name of security, rules, regulations, and the strict adherence to the following of these.

Lotta damage, damages and damaging there.

😦
^George Decker – All In Your mind^

I asked her “what if you’re wrong?”

She did not like that ONE BIT.

But then again, she’s been reading all of these detective novels lately, and she is constantly trying to solve mysteries. Just keep in mind that she reads the last page of a novel first so that she’ll know what happens.

(There is not a "roll eyes" smiley big enough, nor descriptive enough, to go right here.)

Yes or no…she wants to know.

Not that I blame her. Bad stuff is bad. But when I took it even further and asked her if she’d ever heard of something called “The Underground Railroad”, yeah…she REALLY fucking hated that. Never mind that I hated being included in a conversation that I didn’t want to be in.

I don’t understand why someone would want to talk to me, if they didn’t want to hear what I have to say.

^New York Express “It’s All In Your Mind”^

That’s the problem with mysteries tho.

A)     What if the mystery has already been solved?

B)     What if there is no mystery to be solved?

I cannot help but glance over at the stack of divorce papers that is sitting to my right.

Is “what went wrong” important?

Or is it more of a matter of “it went wrong” that matters?

Prolly both.

^Bam Boo- It’s All In Your Mind (THIS MIX)^

I’m gonna stack up four songs here if that’s OK with you.

^Echo & The Bunnymen – All In Your Mind^
^The Movement – It’s All In Your Mind – From The “Outrage! EP”^
^Swing Out Sister- All in your Mind^

And now I’m gonna interrupt that 4 song spree, and just doo 3.

Not that I am suggesting that “holding your bowels” while at work is going to cause you issues. But what if it does? One of the first things that my last GI doctor asked me was…

Doctor: Are you an intense person? As in very meticulous and detail oriented? You know…anal?

Whashername: Yep

Yeah, Whatshername was there for that visit, and she didn’t hesitate in answering for me. But as the doctor explained, the bowel can and will draw up into the body sometimes. Seeing that I had already explained to her that I had previously had my esophageal sphincter medically stretched twice previously, I think the doctor was under the impression that there were some motility issues within my gut amongst the smooth muscle tissue(s), especially when you factor in my navel hernia repair and my back/spine/neck issues.

Sitting in a chair, only to stretch out for a short period, only to return to the same chair for another length of time…yeah…I think there are some issues there. And don’t give me this “THIS IS THE WAY MY FATHER RAN THIS COMPANY, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM, AND HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM!!!” crap.

Q: Where are they now?

A: Dead? Dying?

I guess maybe their processes and procedures didn’t work so well for them afterall, eh?

^THE SOUL SEARCHERS It’s All In Your Mind^

It’s not that I don’t ponder where things went wrong. I do. But I also don’t limit nor attribute “what went wrong” to just one thing. I don’t think that I am alone in this thinking, I’m just alone in my particular situation. I guess that’s why I try to do as much as I can myself. It makes working on and within a team MUCH easier. Know your part and parts, and you’ll find your strengths and weaknesses. They prolly knew you before you knew them anyway, so yeah…give credit where credit is due. Even if that “who is due” is you. That’s a toughie outside of your own head. But, it is your head. It may even be attached to the rest of you. Maybe not. I don’t wanna judge if you have a detachable head.

^Vanilla Fudge “All In Your Mind”^

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Not to try and break “the music vibe” here…but…the following video came up, and since it’s kinda new-ish, and appears to be made by young people afraid of disease and diseases, it interested me. Not that I have been diagnosed with a mental illness or anything, and not that I am “OK” with that diagnosis or anything, but I am interested in others’ opinions on similar and same “conditions”…how people view these conditions…and what the real point in diagnosing anyone with anything really does for…erm…whoever it does something for.

Yeah…the vid has kinda gotten me to thinking about a cousin that I recently “lost”…and her battle with Leukemia/struggles that she endured. But thinking about a movie that I re-watched last night really gets me to thinking about what in the FUCK we think we are doing sometimes. But…watch the vid below, and I’ll chit chat about the movie in the next paragraph.

^All In Your Mind – A Short Film About Schizophrenia (AAHSFF 2016 Official Selection)^

The movie I re-watched last night is called “Watchmen.” I’ve seen it many times, but it’s one of those movies that never gets old for me. Granted, it’s a fairly recent movie, but I think it one of the best “Superhero” movies out there. Anyway, the bottom line in the film, as I see it anyway, is people and the things that we do. The things that we grab onto, or the things that grab onto us, that ultimately encourages us and drives us to do what we do.

“The Right Way” or “The Correct Way” is always the same way in each and every case. Now it just boils down to the methodology of how we employ this thought and these thoughts. Goals? Not always. Prolly less than we think. Where most see goals, I personally see milestones at best. Reach a finish-line…here, only to seek another starting line…there. I can think of no other reason for achieving nor achievement, than continuance…continuing. And maybe that’s where we sometimes get it wrong and/or right. We are only one person afterall. And the individual must be important…otherwise, we wouldn’t exist nor would the concepts of the individual and individuality exist.

Yep…YOU!

U...are important.

^The Standells: It’s all in your mind^

Jesus…in that previous paragraph’s ending, I bet I sounded like someone standing in front of a mirror giving themselves a pep talk eh? But that was/is not my intent.

I hate talking to myself like that, primarily because I don’t need such pep talks. I certainly did when I was younger and completely convinced that my life was already over before it had even begun. But I dropped all that shit (for the most part anyway) between the ages of 18-21. I stopped looking into the mirror, stopped allowing photographs to be taken of me/avoided cameras, and even when I did need look into a mirror…I avoided looking into my own eyes. I still avoid looking into my own eyes. I don’t need to look in there. I know what’s in there….and no one can tell me otherwise. Yeah…someone might be able to point out something that I’ve forgotten about…but don’t tell me what I can and/or will do with that experience…nor what I will or will not, or may or may not, do with that experience. And I guess that’s really pretty much the only choice we have in life…choices.

What we do…with what we have.

Our only choice…is choices.

Go make some.

Or not.

Whatever.

^All in Your Mind – FINAL STATE (C’est la vie album)^

As I’ve been writing this particular whatever, it seems that Roob has banging out a whatever of her own. My initial impulse is to say that her article is “scathing”…and it is. But the manner in which she tempers her thoughts and her thinking is impressive. Especially as this relates to how she expresses this process in text.

Anyway…there was a video where I had to suspend disbelief for a bit, because I was thinking that “this has to be some kind of joke or spoof or something”…with respect to labeling that some group or groups wants to put on “junk food”.

Um…not everyone has loads of money to eat what you eat sir and/or madam. And as someone who was a vegetarian for a coupla years? Yeah…vegetarianism is motherfucking EXPENSIVE!!! Takes a great deal of time to prepare as well. Not that I mind, since I cook and LOVE to cook…but since when do you care about that? Are you gonna tell me what kind of cookware to use? Are you gonna tell me not to use cookware at all? Are you gonna dictate when/what time I eat at home like you do for me at work? Are you gonna come monitor me and make sure that all standards are adhered to, and punish me when I don’t?

Q: Who is monitoring you?

A: That right...you.

Stop trying to create work for others via your own waistline shortcomings, and we can work on ignoring each other just fine thank you very much.

^J-City – All In Your Mind ft. Lil Cri^

But seriously, I’ve seen the clever quips on Twitter about “the trading card aspect” of the cigarette packaging. But keep one thing in mind as this back and forth progresses. Those are real people in those pictures. Real people with real lives, irrespective of how you judge and jury those people and how they have chosen to live their lives. Especially when you’ve narrowed it down to one or two things. If you’ve gotten that narrow in your focus? Yep…you are prolly MILES from wherever your goals lay. You don’t protect someone by smashing the fuck out of them, nor anyone else for that matter. If you wanna lead by example? Then lead by example, fuckface.

EX: You are a non-smoker and anti-smoking advocate. You decide to start power lifting. You find that you are so good at it, that you decide to start competing. You start to compete, and do fairly well, but you find that you do not have an edge that the other lifters seem to have. You find that you are winded easily, even tho your medical stats show that you should be able to do this/these anaerobic activities with ease. Another power lifter suggests that you start smoking.

GASP!!! ARGH!!! SHUDDER!!!! SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?

Power lifters who smoke to better their performance?!?!?!?!

Yep.

Bye bye power lifting career.

Or…you can start smoking.

!!!Heh... heh ...heH!!!
^Mendo & Yvan Genkins – Its All In Your Mind^

I was just informed via Merovee, that I may have something to offer a discussion regarding the technical aspects of “AI” in regards to some comments made by Vladimir Putin regarding hacking tools and/or computer viruses. I’m in the big middle of this here whatever, and didn’t want to change gears and write some big wall of text over at Frank’s, so I said that I’d think about it and put some thoughts here. Not that what I said over at Merovee didn’t succinctly sum up my feelings on the matter, because it did.

But that’s just it. You put up these imaginary walls that are anything but imaginary, and expect them to somehow become something that they are not. They are what they are…but the intent and intentions behind these walls and their construction? I mean…you cannot expect to perpetuate an idea like that forever, as you have NO FUCKING CLUE who is going to follow in your stead when you have moved on. They aren’t you, and you cannot make them you. The more you try to make them like you, the more distant and non-alike the both of you become. Was Leonid Brezhnev identical to Nikita Khrushchev? Was Nikita Khrushchev identical to Joseph Stalin? Is Vladimir Putin identical to Boris Yeltsin? Nope. They just belonged to some of the same groups.

Similar <> Same
^Jack Teagarden – It’s All In Your Mind^

If you wanna transverse the atomic and subatomic barriers that I believe exist in a realm and realms of information that so exceeds what we believe is possible or even probable…I’ll do it. But my thoughts on information is rather radical compared to the standard model of computing as we know it today with your basic 8086 architecture, or even before and beyond that.

One of the biggies in my life, lies in the musical transition from analog to digital in the realm of amplifiers going from tube to solid state. Especially today with amplifier and effects modeling. The argument being, that one is better than the other. And they are right. But the question remains, which one is right and for who.

Sorry, but I ain’t got $3,000 to $4,000 to spend on a vacuum-tube amp, nor the $800-$1,000 or more to change the tubes if I don’t like the sound. I may, however, have the money to spend $500 on a solid-state amplifier that sounds just as good for what I need it to do. I ain’t gonna be opening for Deadmau5 any time soon, and I sure as shit ain’t gonna be headlining this year’s Lollapalooza. So…why in the FUCK do I need some amplifier “just because it’s the best of the best according to the best guitarists in the world!!!”

I mean…if you can afford it…knock yourself out. I’m a big believer in quality, and I prolly use many of the same brands that you do, and there is a reason and reasons for that.

But I digress.
^The Mangrooves – All In Your Mind^

I simply think, that what we are seeing within the computing world as it stands, is that we’ve hopped from analog to digital, and are now returning to analog to see what we’ve missed.

Welp…what does your machinery tell you? I mean, that’s where the problem(s), if any, truly lay. In my estimation, there is no separation between particle and wave. Meaning: There is no separation between analog and digital, except when and where separated. That was your intent…right? You wanted either analog or digital, you figured out how to do it…what’s the problem? OH! Something is missing?

Again…wasn’t that the point? A filter and filtering that resulted in a filter? Sooner or later you’re gonna realize that the practical applications within the scope of The Universe? Yeah…they aren’t that fucking practical…and yet…they are practically every-fucking-where. All kinds of practical applications for practically anything and everything.

Q: Who have you omitted?

A: Is the answer...you?
^Fat Jon – All In Your Mind^

Yeah…there’s all kinds of “digital” stuff going on in the head and body. But I don’t think those pathways are active in the ways and means in which some might wish to traverse them. Not that I am correct, but think about that like this…if you wish to “get inside someone’s head” in order to know what they are thinking…

Q: Did you ask?

A: Yes.

Q: Didn’t like the answer, eh?

A: No.

Welp…while you are chewing on that…chew on this…

Q: How much of your life and your life’s resources are you willing to spend trying to get into someone else’s head, irrespective of the reason(s) and/or your reasoning?

A: ???

Yeah. You might wanna think that one through. Especially when you realize that even a one way street is both ways under the right circumstances. I mean…you want to be in someone else’s head/someone else’s private space right? Are you taking steps to make sure that no one gets into your head/your private space?

See how complicated this just got? So I got one last question for ya while you are chewing on all of that…

Q: Are you concerned about “mental health issues?”

A: ???

Yep…you might wanna chew on that one for a while. Someone starts hearing voices that are emanating from God knows who or where? Kinda…scary.

^Chimney Choir – all in your mind^

Q: How many “mental health issues” does a dead body have?

A: Is the answer...one?

Q: How many “health problems” does a dead body have?

A: Is the answer...none?

Q: How many problems do the live bodies surrounding a dead body have?

A: Is this question even answerable?

Private Joker: “The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.”

Movie = Full Metal Jacket

^Blind Iris – All in Your Mind (Lyrics/HQ sound)^

Yep…this turned into a long one. It’s now 18:43, and I’ve been writing it on and off all day. In between rounds of Plants vs. Zombies on the X-Box anyway…heh heh.

But I haven’t jerked off yet today. And although that activity may seem vulgar, and my talking about it may seem crass, it IS a function of the body is it not? Isn’t there a scientific principle that espouses “use it or lose it?” And isn’t that scientific principle nested within the concepts of evolution, adaptability, mutation and change and changes and a bunch of other shit?

I mean yeah…I’m certainly not going to be getting laid any time soon, assuming that I ever get laid again in the entirety of the remainder of my life. But she doesn’t know that I think like that. Whoever she is, if she’s out there, she is gonna expect me to fuck like a champion on the very first try. I may not get another chance if I don’t. But then again, maybe she’d be understanding to my plight and personal situation. Not like the first time having sex with someone is, or can be, awkward or anything.

I have no idea what I'm trying to say here.
^Dennis Yost & Classic IV – All in your mind^

So yeah…basically? Artificial Intelligence…there is nothing artificial about it.

That is, unless you, as the designer, are one of those fake people who do stuff just so people will like you. In which case, yeah…there might be some artificial colors, flavors and sweeteners in there.

That said…if “an artificial intelligence” was loosed somehow on The Internet…

Q: How do you know that it wasn’t there all along?

A: ?¿?

Yep…I’m suggesting that maybe you expand your thinking beyond simply…

“WE CREATED IT!!! AND IT’S LOOSE!!!”

All kinds of paths and pathways, and this Universe has been around and “at it” for a while…so…yeah. All kinds of possible possibilities that are probable if not likely.

/me shrugs

You asked.

/me shrugs again

^The Soul Angels It’s All in Your Mind 1969 Disc 1 Track 19^

One of these days…I’m gonna have to do a themed based whatever. Or find some trend or theme or something so I can better focus and organize my crazy lunatic mind.

Imma make a note real quick here to do that sometime in the future.

I wonder what “theme” I should choose?

Meh…I’ll cross that bridge when/if I get there.

^SPC ECO – All In Your Mind (2016)^

cYa | cFa

^SPC ECO Delusional Waste^

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Goofy smoker

*Keep ’em coming, Clicky…*