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…*

 

 

 

 

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: Have A Tissue For Your Issue

If you hadn’t heard already, there has been an ‘unprecedented‘ global cyber attack reported, Dear Reader…

Hear in the UK, our beloved NHS has been horribly stricken. Apparently, a patch had been released in March…

*Surely it’s just coincidence, Clicky, Leggy publishing Longrider’s novel then… He LOVES the NHS… /squints… It was due to appear in February but was unavoidably delayed…*

Happily not everyone has been infected – a new missive from Cade turned up okay, which Clicky and I are happy to produce for you below. Enjoy! ❤

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Hmmmmm......interesting.
^Rapport follow up, group brain and attention^


So…the above video came up in my suggested videos on YouTube today. I watched it, then re-watched it The second time through however, I only listened to the audio, did not watch the video, and I took notes as to words that caught my attention as she spoke.

Rapport
Most

Engaged

Synchrony

Pronounced

Empathy

Group

Individual

Enhanced

Charm
Charming
Discern
True

Authentic

Phony

Clearly

Neural Entrainment

Attention

In-Synch

Common

Stimulus
Shared Attention
Dynamic

Group Learning

Uniform

Entrainment

Neural Marked

Issue

Engaged

Reality

Online
Offline
Attention Sucking

Observe

Toxic People

Sucking Draining

Force

Force Attention

Lawyer

Police

Energy Body
Distractible
Thought

Food

Nourishment

Feeding

Junk Food

Better Food

Diet

Better Material

Better
Pay
But

That’s quite a list eh? I must be paranoid or something.

BTW, that last word there on the list? I added that one myself. I kept hearing the weaving “but” in most of the thoughts that QoD was expressing, but it was mostly vague. Almost a “non-committal because I am already committed, and am simply looking for means to buttress my own thoughts and conclusions.” Not that there is anything wrong with that, because we all do that. When things “make sense” and “don’t make sense”…we seek. When things “make sense AND don’t make sense” at the same time…we freak. Usually, “the fuck out” is in that second one somewhere along the way.

😉

OH! And if you want definitions…look them up your own damn self.

^Bob Dylan-All Along The Watch Tower Gayageum ver. by Luna^


Now I don’t know that a list like that is any way to start off a Saturday…but…I have nothing better to do…so…I guess in my particular case…yeah. This is a GREAT way to start off this particular Saturday. Maybe not a great way to start off “a” Saturday, but a great way to start off “this” Saturday. Yep…when we get hung up on words, and the specificity, or a specificity of their definitions, I think that thought and language lose some of their flow.

^[1080p] Hero (2004) Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen – Chess Courtyard fight^

Yeah…there are all kinds of ways to “control” your own mind. Sometimes, others can even help in this regard. However, I think it important to point out, that if you want inside someone, Nature appears to have already provided some ports and portals.

EX1: Holding hands with someone on a walk.

EX2: Not holding hands with someone on a walk.

^Kung-Fusão – Melhor Cena^

The above clip is from a movie called Kung Fu Hustle. This particular clip has been dubbed into what another language from the original Chinese. At first glance, I thought it was Spanish. But then I looked again and was like…”That ain’t Spanish. Looks like Portuguese.” Checked on Google, and sure enough…Portuguese. Not that I speak Portuguese, but I grew up with a kid from Venezuela who spoke Spanish, English, and Portuguese. It doesn’t take much to develop an eye for certain languages, nor does it take much to develop an ear for certain languages. All that is missing, with respect to foreign languages and learning them…is application.

EX: The Food Ranger on YouTube. In every video that I watch from this guy, he is CONSTANTLY being complimented by the locals as to how good his Chinese is. He must actually get to use it. Now whodathunk that getting to use what one has learned in some practical way, will encourage us to perfect what we have learned…but also to keep learning/learn more?

Mystery = Mysteriously Mysterious! Next!
^Pantera – Killers^

Kung Fu Hustle
Hero (2002 Film)
Warring States Period
Gayageum
Samguk Sagi
Three Kingdoms of Korea
Manchuria
China (Redirected from People’s Republic of China)
Unitary State
Devolution
Devolution
Devolved
Fiend

Fiend…now THERE’S a word you don’t hear every day. I guess the term “hater” works equally well. But that’s kinda my thinking with respect to definition, definitions and defining things…as it relates to thought and thoughts. Intent. When intentions, non-intentions and unintentional are left out of intent? Pack it up…you are prolly in the wrong camp or “in” the wrong “tent.”

^Queen – Live Aid 1985 – Full Concert (7/13/85)^


Anything going on in the world?

What about your world? Anything going on there?

Same shit?

Now that’s just a bad attitude. SURELY there is SOMETHING that is going on in your life that is specific to your life and your life alone. I mean…not alone…unless you are alone…but yeah…or something. Know what I mean? No? Me neither.

Wanna fuck?
^Queen & David Bowie – Under Pressure (Classic Queen Mix)^

I watched a movie called “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” yesterday. I had seen it before, but I tried to give it a better watch yesterday. I didn’t like it the first time I saw it, but I also didn’t NOT like it the first time I saw it. Too much punching, too many bullets and too many explosions.

That said, there were some interesting thoughts in the film, and they address some interesting topics. I fucking LOVED the first Captain America film, and thought it was very well done. Not that I am a chest-thumping patriot. But yeah, I am kinda patriotic in my own weird way. Being a patriot usually means you have to go out and fight, maim or kill. I’m not big on any of those things, because attaining freedom by taking it from someone else just kinda…gnaws at me. It has a ring of a temporary nature that smacks too much of Karma, and I hate the concept of Karma because there is no escaping bad nor good once you’ve done one or the other. At least as I understand the concept of Karma anyway.

But yeah, in this Winter Soldier movie, what really stands out to me is the simple premise of areas of operation and modes of operation. If you operate in a realm of deception, um…yeah…deception is the name of the game. Duh? Why would you be motherfucking SHOCKED that you are being deceived, even if you are attempting to not be deceived? Either way, you are still operating in the realm and realms of deception…so “all bets are off” and “game-on”…seem to both be equally applicable at the same time for all time within that realm and realms. Attempting to not be deceived is an exercise in futility, because in order to learn how not to be deceived, you must learn how to deceive. How else would you know? I mean…if you want to not be cheated at cards, you gotta learn how people cheat.

Fuck that noise…I’ll take willful ignorance in certain realms any day of the week over the alternative.

^Mr Sam featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw – Split (Official Music Video)^


It’s not like I’m buying a car every day of the week. So…is it any wonder that “The Old Tricks Are the Best Tricks?” So now that we’ve wandered back into the realm of “intents and intentions”…erm…wanna fuck? I mean, not really, but maybe. Ya know…whatever you wanna do. I know what I wanna do, I just don’t know what you wanna do, nor how that pertains to me. Which means that I don’t know how that pertains to us. Does it pertain to us? Or you? Or me? Or we? Since when?

Yep…a little confusion will tend to clear things right up.

Guess it’s about time to talk about gain and loss eh?

Gain

Gain
Loss

Loss

That wasn’t such a long walk…was it?

^Fluke – Slid (Glid)^

Lossy
Lossy Compression (Redirected from Lossy)
Compression
Compression
Brainwash
Brainwashing (Redirected from Brainwash)
Locale
Locale
Pointless Topology (Redirected from Locale theory)
Domino Theory
Domino Theory
Szczecin
Trieste
Shithole
Shithole

OK…so learning ain’t always so boring afterall. In the Wiktionary definition for “shithole”…there was an example of usage as follows…

“That hotel we stayed at in New York was an absolute shithole; no wonder it only cost $12 per night.”

lolz

$12 a night? What did you expect? The Ritz?

^Fluke Slid^

Q: If something is known, how did it come to be known?

A: Is the answer..."Via the Unknown?"

Doesn’t that mean that the unknown will always be the known unknown? Or does that mean that the unknown will always be the unknown? I mean, the known via the unknown still seems to retain the quality and qualities of “known” and “unknown” right? So that leave but context and contextual to define which is which and when.

Really folks….a lot of the psychological and philosophical meandering is only going to get us so far. Not that these kinds of thoughts and thinking should be eliminated, but since when is elimination on the table, so to speak? Even elimination is contextual. And you can only go so far before you begin to realize that everything that you have done, was, and is, for self and self alone.

And now…we can add all the good shit back and leave the motherfucking ego alone. I mean…not like…”totally alone”…but yeah…alone.

^The Chemical Brothers – Denmark^


Let’s see what is going on in “The Synchrosphere”, eh?

  • The chucklehead(s) at iAhuasca have mentioned something about “The Shining” being played forwards and backwards at the same time somewhere in Chicago later this month.
  • Someone has died according to the knucklehead at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round.
  • The chucklehead(s) at Twilight Language have declared some kind of Yankee and Cowboy war…whatever in the fuck that is.
  • The chuckelhead(s) over at Merovee are talking about God only knows what.
  • The chucklehead(s) over at SyncBookRadio are doing whatever it is that they do.
  • The chucklehead(s) over at Tek-Gnostics are talking archaeology.
  • The chucklehead over at The Secret Sun is talking about Paganism or something.

And this chucklehead right here is talking about whatever in the fuck it is that I am talking about.

What a pack of fucking weirdos.
^Chemical Brothers – Under the Influence^


It appears that some things are going wrong in the world.

LET’S WATCH IT AS IT HAPPENS!!!

^FAILS Compilation || March 2017 || MonthlyFails^

And here’s that The Food Ranger dude that speaks such good Chinese. I dunno how this skinny fuck doesn’t weigh two tons with all of the food that he eats. Prolly those Canadian genes.

^BEST Street Food in China | PLUMP and DEEP Tandoori Bao’s on the Silk Road!^


I guess I may as well and see what The Slow Mo Guys are up to.

1 Trampoline + 1 Ladder + 1,000 Mousetraps + 1 Dan.

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

^Diving into 1000 Mousetraps in 4K Slow Motion – The Slow Mo Guys^

Fuck it. Here’s some more cool slo mo shit.

^Best Slow Motion Videos 2017^

And, I guess since I am surfing YouTube because I am bored…I may as well see what Thor is up to and/or has on his mind.

^A Giant Wave of Gas explodes from a Galaxy center?^


Thor mentioned filters. Is that like straining? Like as in, with a strainer? I get it. I understand it. When playing or recording music, there is all kinds of shit that needs to be filtered. Kinda like that noisy-assed broadcast that CFrankDavis was on the other day. Some filters or filtering could have probably helped with some of the noise.

BUT!

Therein lies the problem. If something exists, there is a reason for it. The primary reason being “YOU ARE MAKING NOISE YOU STUPID FUCKS!!!” So, the question becomes…

Q: Which noise do you want to hear, and which noise do you not want to hear?

A: FILTERS!!!

Filter out what you do not want to hear. Leave in what you do. However, when we cruise around reading and listening to others’ bullshit. Ya gotta rely on yourself in these cases. Gotta become, and be, your own filter and filtering mechanism. I do this all the time. If I start reading something, and it makes no sense, or seems that someone is being intentionally vague? Yep…I bail. Sometimes I will stick around and try and figure out what someone is being vague about, which may reveal as to why…but again, you are your own best judge. You prolly have the bestest best interests for yourself that are more betterer than any other person or group on Earth/Terra has when it comes to you.

But...that's for you to decide 😉
^RENEGADE SOUNDWAVE – CAN’T GET USED TO LOSING YOU (1989)^


My knees are on fire. They look like someone took a metal file to them in an attempt to grind them down, but they feel like they are on fire. A lot of pulling and stretching. A lot of bleeding and oozing. I would imagine that the shower the other night did some major damage in that regard. Not that I am allergic to water…but I AM allergic to some of the shit in water. Chlorine and me don’t work well together. It turns my skin into something that I would imagine is akin to Lot’s Wife.

Which, speaking of…the amount of salt in my skin has been something I have been wondering about quite a bit. Afterall, when I used to mow the yard or perform some other strenuous activity that made me sweat profusely? Yep…my shirt after it dried? Yeah…it looked tie-dyed. Just the color white, but it blended nicely with whatever color shirt I was wearing. I wonder if there is a pattern there. And by that I mean, a pattern within when and where we sweat/where we sweat from? Especially if you are an older someone that has been wearing antiperspirant for years. I watched a video recently that said that “The odor that is produced by underarm sweat, is actually bacteria poop from bacteria that live under your arms.”

Q: What if you wear antiperspirant or deodorant? What does that bacteria poop smell like now? Or are they all dead because they can’t smell there own poop anymore, so they swim around in it because they don’t know good from bad anymore.

A: ???

I mean…our shit stinks right? Well…some of us anyway. Can’t we say that this is nature’s way of telling us to “leave this shit alone?” Or maybe nature’s way of telling us to take care with our proximity to this mass of last-night’s dinner or whatever?

^Depeche Mode – I Feel You (Renegade Soundwave Afghan Surgery Mix)^

I’m not trying to imply that certain chemical products are causing and/or facilitating the cause of certain diseases and cancers and whatnot. But there is a process and processing with respect to heat exchange and the chemical and physical reactions that generate them. But I can’t help but think about the movie “Aliens” here with respect to observation and intent. When the Colonial Marines first go into the Atmosphere Processor after locating all of the colonist’s surgically implanted Personal Data Transmitters, and Sigorney Weaver’s character Ripley makes the following observation right in the big middle of the storm…

Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why?
Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They’re right under the primary heat exchangers.
Lieutenant Gorman: So?
Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won’t they rupture the cooling system?
Burke: [interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she’s absolutely right.
Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you’re talkin’ about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos.
Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!

Yep…I think that sometimes, in some cases…it might just be that goddamn easy.

Now…for the hard part.

Not that we are trying to eradicate aliens or anything.

^DEPECHE MODE———-LIE TO ME dark version^


My “finding a job” or “finding gainful employment” isn’t as easy as me simply getting up off my fat lazy ass and going to look for a job. There are considerations. And I don’t expect someone else/an employer to have to make special exceptions for me. Once you start that, all of sudden EVERYONE is an exception or wants exceptions, and no work is gonna get done if we travel that path. I mean, if you don’t want the job, there’s always someone willing to do it…right? Isn’t this how The Union Busters and/or Union Busting works when it works. Heh heh…”Union Busting Works”…that’s funny. I bet that is a bumper-sticker or T-shirt somewhere.

Meh…ownership is a tricky topic anyway.

It’s not my fault that you or your family got there first.

/me shrugs
^Depeche Mode – Nothing [Justin Strauss Mix]^

It’s taken me a long time to grow the balls to start talking about some of my physical problems publicly like this. I mean…no one in my family wants to hear about it…so…why would anyone else wanna hear about it?

A: The Need Unmet.

I realize that anyone who reads my bullshit, prolly hasn’t read it all. Therefore, I don’t expect you to know every fucking detail about me and my life. And to the contrary, there is much about my life that I would prefer not to talk about at all. However, if that’s what I have to do in order to get my story out and/or get what I have found out to someone who might need it? So be it. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life, and some not so much. Lotta pain and pains involved.

But things like this not only teaches one to be thankful, it also teaches one to be mindful. Mindful of change and changes, and how these change and changes relate to time and times and I breeze through time. A lot of connections to be made here and there. And when coincidence that you know never was coincidence to begin with…turns into shouted screams from The Universe and or wherever in the fuck it originates? Yeah…you’ve gotten my attention. You’ve had it for some time now.

But for now...I wait.
^Sterling Angel – Betrayal (Original mix)^

 cYacFa
^New Order vs Depeche Mode vs Daft Punk – (Sterbinszky and Coddie Mashup)^

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In the Pink

Reading Signs: Jews and Dotes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am sorry for any offence caused.”

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

… a man pushing a wheelchair…

… and a cat…

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

*/rolls eyes…*

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

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

*/sneers… Hateful sign…*

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Lettuce Begin, By Gum…

Terrible news, Dear Reader. The UK’s ‘healthy eaters’ are in ‘crisis’ due to poor weather conditions in southern Europe, the poor souls…

*An iceberg meltdown, Clicky?*

A Birmingham man is selling 12 lettuce on Gumtree for an eye-watering £50 – as he tells shoppers: “Beat the supermarket rationing”.

The seller, identified only as Dave, gave his location as Acocks Green.

And his sales pitch made it clear he had hiked the price to take advantage of the rationing introduced by superstores after supplies from southern Europe were hit by floods, snow and storms.

*Hurricanes hardly ever happen in Brum either, Clicky… I wonder if Dave’s produce is home/allotment grown…*

Yesterday, Red Frank’s post was titled ‘Riders On The Storm’…

merovee-riders-on-the-storm

… And I posted a reply to A Void last night, that breaks taboo

roobee-bring-a-cock-to-the-party

*Yep, fires cock…*

chinese-year-of-fire-rooster-2017

*/grins… By gum! 2017 is the Year of the Fire Cock…*

 

According to Chinese astrology, the year of one’s birth sign is the most unlucky year in the 12-year cycle.

 

chinese-year-of-wooden-sheep-2015

*Fuck! That would explain why 2015 was a disaster of a year for me, Clicky…*

One of the many names I answer to, Dear Reader, is ‘Lettuce’…

lettucesoapfromitaly_zps410df37c

… My sister’s BFF bestowed the name upon me in 1985 – she considers me a hippie…

davy-monkee-shoot-from-the-hippie

*Shoots from the hippie, Clicky? /rolls eyes… 2016 was the year of the Monkee… /smiles ruefully… It had it’s moments but, to be fair, that wasn’t as brilliant a year for me either…*

*Hmm… Nice syncing with the lyrics, Click, but kinda glum… Come on, buck us up and give us another…*

*/taps foot… Much better… /:D… Jenny Us pick…*

And so, Dear Reader, to the rest of 2017… The year of the fired up Roobster 😉

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Update: The MEROVEE post ‘Riders On The Storm’ has disappeared. Red Frank has reposted it but the comments on his original article have now gone…

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*No… No, you got that from Wikipedia, Clicky… It says ‘any use’…*

*No idea, Clicky… /scratches head…*

Omen Shnomen… */shrugs…*

previously-at-the-lol
CLICKY: Step Outside Snow Den

This time last year, Dear Reader, I was still embarked on a ‘Pointless Exercise‘. I’ve not touched on the show since but it remains a treasure trove of synchronicity, wrapped up in the innocent garb of an amusing teatime TV quiz show…

*George Michael, who recently died, Clicky… Where are you going with this? …/furrows brow…*

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*Okay… Red Frank’s MEROVEE post… You’re not being rude are you? …/squint…*

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*Ah! Yes, apparently MRS REIGN is a fan of ‘Pointless’… Clever, Clicky… /rubs snout… No, don’t pout… Of course I had faith in where you were taking me… /glances away…*

Armstrong later corroborated the source in a Radio Times interview, where he said a Palace insider affirmed that Pointless was indeed on Her Majesty’s TV viewing schedule.

It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever see The Queen make a guest appearance on the show herself. However, it may make other fans of it rather chuffed to know that they can count on the Head of the Commonwealth amongst their ranks.

Armstrong, Dear Reader, the name Armstrong occurs twice in the Pointless sync I am about to relay…

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*/thinks… From my interview with ‘Cultish‘ author, Hugo Stone?

*/grins… Yeah, Hugo… He’s involved in my Pointless sync as well, Clicky…  /continues grinning…

So, on Thursday evening Thoughtful Man and I were watching a back episode of ‘Pointless‘. It was in the ‘head-to-head’ round when the subject of Royalty came up, as it occasionally does…

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It wasn’t Damien of ‘The Omen‘ fame of course, but Viscount Linley, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, a.k.a. David Armstrong-Jones…

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… Who’s father died the very next day…

*No… /rolls eyes… Yes, that’s Doctor Who as a ‘father’ but that’s not ‘Who’s father’, Clicky… /shakes head…*

… I mentioned Lord Snowdon’s passing to Hugo in conversation on Friday evening, but only after he sent me a news story about ‘Road Rage‘. It was unsolicited – I hadn’t told him of the silly Pointless answer I’d given the night before…

*/sings… You give me road rage… Love that strong Welsh accent, Clicky… Hey! Snowdon is in Wales… /smiles…*

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*/gasps… OMG! Clicky, the brilliant sci fi book I’m currently proofing for Leggy… You are so clever! …/holds out arms… Come here, you impossible creature…/rubs snout…*

Dear Reader, I hope you have enjoyed this pointless sync at the LoL. I’m off to continue my reading, so if you have any questions or observations, please avail yourself of the comment section, below…

Oh yes… And have a Song ❤

 

 

 

 

 

2017: Whiz You Were Here…

Thoughtful Man and I were just settling down to watch the latest episode of ‘Sherlock‘ yesterday evening when my iPad pinged to let me know that I’d received an email…

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“Don’t,” Thoughtful Man told me rather tetchily – we’d waited a long time for the resumption of Sherlock and he didn’t want anything interrupting the next couple of hours.

I looked anyway. “Oh My God! It’s a email from Whizzie!” I squealed with delight.

Thoughtful Man harrumphed but as the show had yet to start, it was in a more conciliatory manner. “Oh yes, how is she?” he asked.

“She’s okay,” I said quickly scanning the email. “Her family’s okay. Blimey, her mum and dad are still going.” Whizzie is my oldest friend, although we hadn’t been in contact for a good number of years; her parents were elderly then.

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“Shush. It’s starting,” Thoughtful Man said turning his attention back to the TV screen.

I didn’t need the recap so continued to read Whizzie’s email and then decided to sneak a quick Twitter DM off to Hugo…

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I chortled at the mention of ‘lolly’…

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… That got me particularly evil squint from Thoughtful Man. I put the iPad down guiltily and gave my attention to the show. Synchronicity be damned – I, too, had been eagerly awaiting the return of the great detective…

*Oh, Clicky, did you have to?*

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*/rolls eyes… I’d better get started on my email reply… Where to start…*