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…*

 

 

 

 

A Dolphin Who?

*Thank you, Clicky…*

*Quite the intronaut, Clicky… not sure about the worms…*

So Dear Reader, in ‘Hang on a Mo (updated)‘, I mentioned that I’d written the Afterword for the new Underdog Anthology

The book is a tasty Easter treat…

*Chocked with stories, not dipped in chocolate, Clicky… You wouldn’t be able to read the words…*

It was surprisingly difficult to find a poem to mutilate this time round. Carroll and Poe had already been abused by Leggy in his previous short story collections…

*The Cleggy and the Cameroid, yes…*

*… And The Gorgon…*

When Legs asked me to pen the Afterword for the first Underdog Anthology, it was quite easy to choose, a) literary giant (duh, Shake Sphere) and b) political subject matter (Brexit, duh da)…

*Also Sonnet 6+6+6 is fairly short, Clicky…*

There are lots of great poets and poems out there, and no end of useless politicians and their fuckwittery to choose from this time… But what to choose, who to choose? I tell you, Dear Reader, I was stumped…*/scratches head…*

Enter Canada

*For fucks sake, Clicky! Canadians wouldn’t even be able to criticize the driving…*

O Canada” (French: Ô Canada) is the national anthem of Canada. The song was originally commissioned by Lieutenant Governor of Quebec Théodore Robitaille for the 1880 Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day ceremony; Calixa Lavallée composed the music, after which, words were written by the poet and judge Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier. The lyrics were originally in French; an English version was created in 1906.

There, a poet, described as such by Wiki… DolphinBasilRuthier... So here is the Afterword poem from Anthology 2, with actions… Then, Dear Reader, have a Song… And don’t forget to buy the book(s)… Available in paperback if you feel the need to burn something after reading 😉

:O Canada! 🤦

:O Canada! 🤦
New home of the Muhammad band!
Politicians love the Islamist sons’ command
Who’s cowering hearts we see compromise
No more to stand strong and free!
On slopes you slide
Oi Canada, we facepalm for thee
God save us from your quisling glee! 🤦
Oy Canada, get off your bended knee 🤦🤦
Oh Canada, get off your bended knee 🤦🤦🤦

A Sirius Discussion About Books and Such

The Underdog and Under-Underdogs have only gone and done it again, Dear Reader…

Underdog Anthology 2

Yep, this time I have two stories included: ‘Morning Run’ (a real short short)…

hot cross buns

*Hot cross buns, Clicky? …/ponders… Hmm, kinda but no, knot really…*

…and ‘The Inchoate Egg’, which is a follow up to ‘Secret Santa‘ and Harry’s horrible Christmas…

*That’s right, Clicky… ;)*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d post one of my stories from Anthology Vol. I, for you today, Dear Reader, so here is ‘Mind The Gap’…

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Amanda woke with a start. She hadn’t meant to sleep on the journey but the warmth of the carriage and soft whine of electrical tracks, coupled with the denseness of the report she’d been reading had lulled her into unwanted sleep.

“That was my foot.” A sharply dressed woman scowled down at her as the wall of bodies pressed together in front, swaying with the motion of the tube train.

Embarrassed, Amanda reached down to retrieve the report that had slipped from her lap. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the reddening dent on the bridge of the woman’s high heeled foot. With a look of disdain, the woman turned her back on Amanda.

The carriage no longer felt pleasantly warm as it had when she took a seat earlier at the start of her journey. It had become uncomfortably hot. Her mouth felt dry and the cloying smell of a dozen different perfumes, cologne and deodorant filled her nose. Amanda stuffed the report into the bag stashed behind her legs and wondered how far she’d travelled. The black tunnel walls rushing past behind her gave no clue and the bobbing heads above obscured her view of any map or sign showing the next station stop.

The tube started to slow. Keen to get out of the stifling heat, Amanda rose, knees audible popping which embarrassed her further. She pushed forward, through the tightly packed commuters, toward the carriage doors, dragging her heavy bag behind her. She thumped the door release to the sound of the bleeps and spilled out, being careful to mind the cavernous gap between carriage and platform that opened up before her. She was glad for the cool rush of wind, as the tube pulled away. It lifted her hair from her face and soothed her flaming cheeks.

Amanda watched the last carriage of the tube train disappear into the tunnel. She wasn’t exactly sure where she was but it couldn’t be too far out of the way judging by the number of passengers dressed for the City on the train. A walk and a frothy coffee would refresh her before the meeting, she decided, as she looked for a sign showing the way out up to the surface.

The platform was completely deserted. In the distance she glimpsed a black sign and gold letters – ‘WAY OUT’. Amanda heaved the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder again and walked briskly toward it. Above the soft hum of the Underground Network, the sound of her clacking heels echoed along the empty platform.

She sighed when she found the exit barred by a rusting metal gate. Amanda rattled it but it was locked. “Hello! Is anybody there?” Silence greeted her call. She rattled it again harder but the gate didn’t budge. Irritated now, she turned and walked back the way she’d come.

It was strange – no station name was displayed and she noticed that there were no posters on the curved wall opposite to the platform. No bright advertisements for holiday destinations, insurance companies or wonder supplements, just the faded outline of where they’d once clung. Amanda gave a gasp as, above her head, the platform lights suddenly flickered.

“Can I help you miss?”

Amanda screamed in surprise at the soft voice behind her. She turned to see a wizened man with a pinched expression looking intently at her.

“Yes!” she replied too loudly. “The exit is locked and I can’t find another one.”

The man continued to stare at her and Amanda felt herself start to redden under his gaze. She felt the need to explain. “I got off here by accident. I don’t even know where here is. Look, is there another way out of here? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to.”

She looked up and down the bleak platform unwilling to meet his piercing blue eyes. The sudden thought that she was alone on a locked and deserted platform, with a strange man invaded her brain. She felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and the weight of her bag dig once more into her shoulder.

The man’s face broken into a grin of yellowing horsey teeth. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He slipped one out and placed it between his lips. “Would you like one?”

Amanda looked on aghast. Smoking wasn’t allowed on the Underground. “No, I don’t smoke and you shouldn’t either.”

The man cupped his hand around the end of the his cigarette and lit it. He blew out a cloud of blue smoke that enveloped them both.”Oh yeah, why’s that then?”

“Because it will kill you.” Any fear she had felt was replaced with anger as she waved the noxious fumes away. “Sorry, can you not do that?”

The man responded with a deeper drag and longer plume of exhaled smoke. He started to laugh which turned into a cough. Amanda moved away. A glob of yellow brown phlegm shot out of his mouth and onto the track.

“You’re disgusting. I’m getting out of here.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked purposefully back toward the locked exit leaving the smoking man behind. She could still hear him laughing and coughing as she neared it. Dropping her bag, she grabbed the bars of the gate and shook them vigorously.

“Help! Can somebody let me out of here?!” Amanda glanced back toward the man but he was gone. As she turned her attention back to the gate, he stood on the other side smiling and winking at her, cigarette clamped between his teeth. His smoke stung her eyes and made her nose itch.

“How?” Amanda tightened her grip on metal bars and shook harder. Rust flakes drifted to the ground. “I demand you let me out of here!”

The smoking man took a final drag and flicked the lit end toward her. The butt brushed the sleeve of her coat and fell, still glowing, to the floor. Deftly, he lit another one.

“Argh! How dare you! Stop it!” She extinguished the dog end angrily under her foot. “Let me out, you horrible little man!”

The smoking man took another puff and looked at her coolly. “This station has been closed for many a year now. Haven’t had a train stop in a while. Generally it’s pretty dead around here.” He chuckled. “I know, perhaps you could walk down the track to the next one.”

Amanda stopped. How long had she been on this god forsaken platform? No other train had stopped or passed since she’d got off. The tunnel entrance yawned behind her.

“No. I have a better idea. Why don’t I ring the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment and smoking illegally?” She bent down and scrambled around her bag, pulling out the heavy report to find her phone. She swiped and prodding the display in dismay; there was no signal.

The smoking man was standing next to her on the platform. He bent down and picked up her report. He brushed the cover with his hand and read the title “Decisive Steps to Ensure a Tobacco-Free Future’. What are they, then?” He opened it and squinted at the words. A roll of ash dropped from his cigarette onto the open pages. He closed it with a thud. “Well, it’s certainly thick” he said appreciatively.

“Give that back!” Amanda yelled. She lurched for her report but he sidestepped her advance and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Her elbow bloomed with pain. “Oww! You bastard, that hurts!”

Nimbly the old man jumped down onto the track, waving the report above his head. With a final, exaggerated cough, he disappeared into the tunnel. “Come and get it.”

“Stop! Give that back to me right now!” She screamed in pain and frustration. The report contained additional handwritten notes; everything she needed it for her meeting and now it had been taken by a nicotine addict. Amanda got to her feet and cradled her arm. Dirt and blood from her grazed palm smeared the sleeve of her coat and she was covered in the stink of smoke.

A sudden rage of righteousness engulfed her. How fucking dare he? How dare he? The filthy smoker had not only caused her pain and humiliatingly stolen her report, but now she was in no fit state for her meeting. No, she would get it back and then she would kick the shit out of him for good measure. She lowered herself down onto the track. How far ahead can he get with those smoke riddled lungs?

Amanda marched into the tunnel but as the suffocating black closed in, her fury and indignation soon turned to fear. What was she doing following this man? She stopped to think. “Did he say trains don’t come through here or stop here?”

In the darkness she heard a gentle cough. “Stop here.” As once again, Amanda felt a breeze lifting the hair from her face and cooling her flaming cheeks.

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Next stop Halloween…

Hell yeah

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤

 

Hang On A Mo… */squints…* (Updated)

The deadline is looming for the Easter Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky…*

… And I have still to finish my second story submission…

*No, Clicky, that’s a different sort of submission…*

*No, knot that kind of sub mission either, Clicky… /tuts… Could you just… /zips lips… just for a mo?*

…Although I have finished writing the Afterword, an opportunity offered to me by Leggy last weekend. You have no idea the sheer amount of poetry I’ve been trawling through this past week…

*Oh, so much Bryon and Shelley, you wouldn’t believe… /rolls eyes…*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a short break and pen a post, as last night, Leggy brought news that Canadian politicians have made a Motion, a move toward the outright banning any criticism of a single, solitary religion…

…Can’t happen? They wouldn’t possibly enact a punishable law against ‘islamophobia’? The answer was supplied to that question by Red Frank

*Literally at the gate… /sigh…*

*/smiles… A Ted talk, perfect…*

*Oh Clicky…*

… Must get back to finishing my short story now, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and… Have a Song… 😉

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UPDATE – MONDAY 27 MARCH 2017

bode (v.) Old English bodian “proclaim, announce; foretell,” from boda “messenger,” probably from Proto-Germanic *budon- (source also of Old Saxon gibod, German gebot, Old Norse boð), from PIE *bheudh- “be aware, make aware” (source also of Sanskrit bodhati “is awake, is watchful, observes,” buddhah “awakened, enlightened;” Old Church Slavonic bljudo “to observe;” Lithuanian budeti “to be awake;” Old Irish buide “contentment, thanks”). As a shortened form of forebode (usually evil), it dates from 1740. Related: Boded; boding.

There’s been a roobery… 😉

According to German media, the stolen coin is the “Big Maple Leaf”, a commemorative piece issued by the Royal Canadian Mint in 2007. The three-centimeter (1.18-inch) thick coin, with a diameter of 53 centimeters (20.9 inches), has a face value of $1 million. By weight alone, however, it would be worth almost $4.5 million at market prices.

The Bode Museum, located on the German capital’s UNESCO-listed Museum Island, houses one of the world’s biggest coin collections. The holding includes 102,000 coins from ancient Greece and about 50,000 Roman coins.

Spokesman Stefen Petersen said thieves apparently entered through a window about 3:30 a.m. Monday, broke into a cabinet where the “Big Maple Leaf” coin was kept, and escaped with it before police arrived.

German police said on Twitter that the robbers likely used a ladder found at a nearby rail track to break into the museum at around 3:30 am. Suburban rail traffic was interrupted as investigators combed the area for clues. The police did not comment on how the thieves managed to cart the extremely heavy “pet rock” out of the museum without being spotted or triggering any alarms.

“The heather-encrusted Headlands, veiled in a fog as thick as as smoke in a crowded pub, hunched precariously over the moors”.

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Have a Song…

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over…

Wednesday Evening

“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me.  He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.

“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.

He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”

“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”

Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.

“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”

He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”

“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.

Saturday Night

I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀

“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”

I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…

*Heh Heh Heh…*

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It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!

Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.

^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^

There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.

And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.

Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!

^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^


Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.

But if you will also notice...

All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.

That's what I'm seeing anyway.
^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^


How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.

The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.

Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
  • One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
  • Lift passes.
  • Skis/boots/poles.
  • Warm clothes.
  • Money to facilitate the above.

TA DA!!!

Simple.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^


As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.

So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.

Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).

So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of

“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”

Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…

Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”

Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.

There’s always a better way.

These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.

Q: Now what?

A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^

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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*

Cade… Have a Song 😉

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Y’all Ready For This?

Apols, Dear Reader but eyes elsewhere, head stuck a in story for The Underdog Anthology Vol. 2. Story numero uno has been written, submitted and accepted for inclusion by The Underdog *…/Whoops loudly…*

 …But the deadline has been shortened for story number two. That is where I’m at. To cover my embarrassment at not posting for a whole week, Cade the Okie Devil has graciously stepped in and provided The LoL with another stimulating missive to keep us all enthralled…

… Hold on to your hats, chaps… It’s a doozy… *Hit it, Clicky!*

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D_ERF. WEAR_DAT_AT_B_AT?

TRANSLATION: The Earth. Where Is It/Where Is It At/Where is that at, at?

The easy answer is “here.”
But you are there, and I am here.
So yeah, it can be, and is, here and there at the same time.
Here and here…even.

^Alex Gaudino & Shena – Watch Out HD^

So…there was a little girl walking home from school one day, when a boy stopped her, and told her…
“I’ll pay you a nickle to climb that telephone pole.”
She agreed, climbed the telephone pole, he paid her the nickle, and she went home. Upon arriving home, she told her mother…
“MOM! A boy from school paid me a nickle to climb a telephone pole!”
Here mother told her sternly…
“Don’t you know that he only did that so he could see your panties?!?!?”
So the next day, the little girl is walking home from school again, the little boy stops her again, and again…offers her a nickle to climb the telephone pole. When the little girl arrives home, she tells her mother, that the little boy paid her another nickle to climb the telephone pole.
Her mother shouts at her angrily…
“DIDN’T I TELL YOU YESTERDAY THAT HE ONLY DOES THAT TO SEE YOUR PANTIES?!?!?!”
The little girl responds…
“Yeah. But I tricked him. I didn’t wear any panties to school today.”
^DyE – Fantasy – Official Video^

OK…so…ur asking yorselfies…”wut duh FUK iz dat awl aboots?”


Welp…the short is…a song.

^Pet Shop Boys – Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) (Version 2) (HD)^

More on that, would be and is…some thoughts from Hugo’s Probe as to my comment about viewing The United States as anything but “The Land of Opportunity” in my life.

^Psychedelic Trance 2016 / 2017 Mix part 7 [Festivals / Hoop Dance / Belly Dance]^

The long would be…or might be…maybe a question from The Whatever However Hotline.

Q: Cade, What is your fascination with Nitrogen?

A: Welp…”The Bends” would be the short of that, with maybe a note and a nod to pressure(s) and bone(s)….and maybe even a question of my own. So yeah…Leukemia. And Cancer(s).

Q: Why is Nitrogen so “stable?”

A: ?¿?

So let’s think about that a bit, and make an assumption that Nitrogen, is anything but stable. Why and how? Easy…

TEMPO_RARE-E_STATES_UV_MATTER.

As I was writing that little play on words, I debated on using “OF” or “UV” there, as I have previously used both. But thinking about Nitrogen under pressure in aircraft tires, and thinking about energy/energies and spin(s) with respect to temperature(s) and light, and the direction and directions of aircraft tire rotation(s) as they are retracted into and/or extended out of an aircraft…welp…there’s a lot to think about there when you start to factor in the outside and inside air/airs and gasses. Because we have a lot of shit in motion…and I ain’t just talking about the status of the lavs on the aircraft. So let’s cut to the chase…and get right to “the answer(s).”

A: Negligible.

When, where, for how long, and why. And let’s go ahead and introduce that peskiest of interrogatives…”if.”

^Aurora covers Massive Attack ‘Teardrop’ for triple j’s Like A Version^

X: Did you just shush me?
Cade: No. But I will if you don’t be quiet.
X: …

I’m actually laughing like a hyena at that one. I try to weave humor into my writing when and where I can. But the problem with me writing at all…is that I don’t want to be writing at all. Why? Because I doubt myself. As the character “Al Swearengen” from the HBO series “Deadwood” would say…

“I work better closer in.”

Except when dealing with…erm…I honestly do not know how to say this without sounding like a fucking egotistical asshole…so I’ll just say it…

“Except dealing with those things, which most people that I have encountered in my life, have no interest in whatsoever.”

The kinds of things that, when you try and talk to others about? They look at you like you are a fucking alien, and then tend to follow that up with “What in the FUCK planet are you from?”

There is no answer to that. And only because the conversation stops there.

^CAMPFIRE COOKING IN THE WILD – ALASKA^

So looking at the image above, and thinking about velocity and acceleration...

Q: What is the opposite of Acceleration?

A: ??? I dunno either. ???

Q: What is the opposite of Velocity?

A: Philosoraptor?

Alright…so lets think of Velocity and Acceleration together as VA/AV and AV/VA instead of their individual components.

Q 01: What is balance?
Q 02: When is balance?
Q 03: What is balance and when?
Q 04: When is balance and what?

If you’ve already answered this/these questions in previous findings, then why are they no longer relevant? When are they no longer relevant? Why are they, suddenly…relevant?

The best I got to answer that?

Yep.

You guessed it…time.

^Grimes – Oblivion^

DUDE! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE….TIME, tIME, tiME, timE, time?!?!?!?

Because I think it important to consider the fact that time was a consideration upon creation.

I include it.

It’s included.

Why do you leave it out?

When something is created, if time is not a consideration, from…to…and through…I’m betting you are gonna see some gaps there.

When?

Irony much?
^Eric Prydz – Call On Me (Original Mix)^


So yeahVA/AV + AV/VA = Wobble. (base)

(VA/AV + AV/VA) + (AV/VA + VA/AV)
+
(AV/VA + VA/AV) + (VA/AV + AV/VA)
=
[(VA/AV + AV/VA) + (AV/VA + VA/AV)] + [(AV/VA + VA/AV) + (VA/AV + AV/VA)]
=
Time

Time for each, time from each.

If you assume, that an Oxygen atom on Earth/Terra is always going to be identical, to an Oxygen atom on Mars or some other planet or solar body…you just negated the entirety of existence.

Exist-Tense.

Time is important.

Friction, is also important.

So maybe if you think about creation and destruction as ongoing? It’ll be easier to understand why “The Big Bang” is still happening, and the role of “The Big Swirl” within “The Big Bang” and vice versa.

Life…might help out there as to how destruction works within the construct of creation, and how the two are separate, and yet the same, at different places, at different times.

I mean…if you are destroying…for the sake of creation…didn’t you just find what you were looking for?

Meaning: The conditions that existed right after “The Big Bang?”

Two Words: Red Shift/Blue Shift
^Why Are We Here? – Episode 1 – Red vs. Blue Season 1^

Are you crazy? Just a suggestion…but if you are completely nuts in a sane world, and want to be sane yourself?

Surround yourself with crazy shit.

Not that it’ll make you sane or anything according to “the sane people” who keep telling you that you are insane…but it may help you.

And what is…”crazy stuff”…you might ask.

      Welp…think of it like this.

Yer feeling crazy right?

You’re wanting to feel sane right?

Sane <> Pain.
Pain <> Sane.

It’s a good place to start anyway.

I mean…you are hurting already right?

And others are telling you that you are hurting them by not being normal and/or sane?

Welp…I’m not in the habit of dictating morals. There are enough motherfuckers on this planet that already have a monopoly on that shit, and then some.

However…taking a moment or two, to discern for yourself, what you consider “sane” and “insane” might just help.

See how crazy that can get all of sudden?

You would be surrounding yourself, with the same shit you are prolly already surrounded by.

So yeah…maybe not trying to be “the bigger person” or “the better person”…and maybe just be yourself. It ain’t easy, I’m aware of that…but what I don’t know is you and your personal situation. And more than that, I never can if you are no longer with us.

Take that for what it’s worth, because I’m not on some quest to get to know every single motherfucker on this planet.

But I do have a desire to reach out as best I can, and meet the need and needs that are unmet, even if that is just to say “Howdy! I’m listening.”

^Ohgr – Lusid^

Yeah…I’m not much to look at…so…listening…I’m good at it. Or at least, I strive to be. I guess one of the problems that I face, is when someone asks me a question that can be answered with a pretty succinct, generally accepted type of answer. My goal is to know how to custom tailor that answer specifically for you and your needs. That’s a toughie. Prolly why cliches are so popular. Time is important anyway, and we never have enough of it. So the cliches tell us anyway. But I guess it’s kinda like being given a single seed to start a new life. When we are thinking in terms of “BUT…I Want A Garden!!!” …taking to time to explain things like…”But I just gave you one”…and then taking the time to explain the hows and whys. How that plant will grow, how it will mature, and how it itself will produce even more seeds. You can then take those seeds, and begin your garden.

Funny…”can’t see the forest for the trees?”

“Can’t see the garden for the seeds?”

Or something…???

I dunno…I guess my point is, that when someone sees something in their mind, and have a desire to pursue that dream, I guess I get lost trying to understand how someone does not work with that dream even tho it may not be our dream. I guess I’m thinking of my role as “a child then” and “a parent now” in that, I only want to do the best that I can to help my children understand how important it is to me that they always be themselves. That they belong to themselves, and always have.

So yeah…if anyone is wondering what the point of me writing all of this nonsense is? Welp, when you are told time again that “you prolly ain’t gonna make it this time”…and then at some point you are like…”wow…shit just got real…I better prepare”…and that’s what I am trying to do. Leaving something for my children, and even whatshername, and anyone else who might find any of this shit helpful…a trail. Yes…it’s my trail. But I have figured out a thing or two in my life, that others found helpful for them, that I custom tailored to work in my life, all from that original seed, that grew and produced much more than I ever would have imagined.

My goal is to pass that on.

DIY->PIO

Do It Yourself…Pass It On

^ohGr – Pissage^


I’ve had some comments to the effect of “your stuff is difficult to read.”

I’ve thought about that quite a bit.

I guess maybe because most who read this shit, may not think that I am actually this hard on myself. But I am. Internally? It’s brutal. A bloodbath.

But that keeps me straight. It reminds me of what I want to be…and what I do not want to be…all at the same time.

And I’m not saying that all of my bullshit is anything particularly extraordinary. But we seem to live in a world that is failure based, based on, failure at the end.

I flipped that.

I assume that everything that I do will be judged as a failure, and on occasion, I am pleasantly surprised.

Plan For The Worst…Hope For The Best.

We’ll know when and if we know…ya know?

^Benny Benassi – Satisfaction^

Once something is eliminated…now what are you planning on doing? I mean, have you really considered what you have waded through to isolate a certain something, just to eliminate that certain something that you are certain is the cause of all of your woes? What is that certain something connected to, and what is connected to it?

I’ve proposed some ideas about “hugging your fear” instead of trying to isolate and eliminate it. I mean, if it’s afraid, why not try and console it? Threaten to drive it to McDonalds and drown it with a chocolate shake. Take it on vacation and threaten to feed it to the sharks. Take it to the local amusement park and scare the shit out of it on some rides that you would never have previously even considered riding. You know you better than anyone…why wouldn’t you know your fear as well as anything else? Just temper that with “a trip to Fantasy Island always ends with a return to reality.” BUT!!! Aren’t we always glad to be home after being away? We tend to sink into our favorite chair or couch or bed and tell ourselves that the only thing better than being home?

I can’t wait to do that again.

What you do from there? Meh…maybe it’ll all work out.

^Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Official Video1080p H 264 AAC^


So yeah…orbital dynamics/orbital mechanics, I’ve been meaning to think about them a little bit more, but…I keep swirling around this Nitrogen business, and I cannot figure out why. So thinking about things that cause fear, and the things that are connected to that fear, ever thought that maybe…just maybe…you were able to find that whatever it is kind of path of things connected to that fear which allowed you to isolate that thing that is causing your fear? And that maybe…just maybe…it was like a fuckton of signs pointing to “HERE!!!”…but not in the way that you might think? I mean…if you show up loaded for bear…how do you think that fear is gonna respond? Just keep “the rule of corners and cornered” in mind, and you might wanna “get a bigger boat”…if for no other reason…than to get your ass outta there double-quick. Maybe offer that fear a ride while you are at it.

^Tove Lo – Habits (Stay High) – Hippie Sabotage Remix^


I guess that I’ve tried a great deal to think about “aliens” and “alien visitation” a little bit differently than such encounters tend to be/have been postulated…whether those are defined as “good” or “bad.” Because, what about “Encounters of the 0th Kind?” No fireworks, no mass landings, no warfare, no big production, no covert undercover bullshit, no conspiracy(s)…because it’s completely unnecessary. We didn’t come here to steal your kidneys and sell them on E-Bay so we can afford gas for the trip home. We didn’t come here to suck your brain juices. We came here, because you were on the way to where we were going. We had no idea you were here.

Even if they were on their way to kick the fuck out of some other planet/civilization, they encountered us on the way, because they were “taking the short path by going the long way around”*…and whadda ya know…

“look down there Zorbap17!!! There’s life on that planet!”

Let’s stop in and see whazzup! I mean really…how would that go down? Even for a species that was well versed in The Universe, and Universal travels and traveling. It seems to me that “out of the way backwaters like Earth/Terra” would be a “WOAH FUCK MAN!!! WE GOTTA STOP!!! UNCHARTED TERRITORIES!!! UNKNOWNS ABOUND!!!”

To me, that would make the story of “The Annunaki…traveling The Universe…in search of Monoatomic Gold” story make a little more sense. That “The Gold” that they were/are looking for? Welp…I cannot speak for them because I do not know them, their purpose(s), nor even if they exist. But I would think that “their purpose” would be better stated as “their purpose = their purposes.” I mean…doesn’t that resonate with a species of life that we are just getting to know?

Yeah…us.

We’re finally meeting ourselves coming and going, in a world that is getting bigger and bigger all the time, even tho the planet itself it staying the same size. Or thereabouts…let’s not nitpick here. There’s plenty of time for that.

Hopefully.
^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

**taking the short path by going the long way around

As mentioned in the previous paragraph, “the long way around” is still going to be an “A to B” type of journey. We’re just gonna skip most of that by going around. These paths and pathways make sense in my head, because I can see them by using my special blend of a curved space model. It uses what is there, instead of trying to manipulate what is there in any type of folds or folding. I mean, isn’t the best part of a journey getting there? All the way. There and back, and all points in-between. Helps make the ending of the movie “Contact” make more sense to me. Especially…”The Chair.” Almost as if, the entirety of the design of this system was, and is, to isolate uniqueness, so that those needs can be met in the most…erm…gentle ways possible…without even asking.

Meaning: How secure are these entities that are coming? How paranoid are they? Any additions or modifications to the original design might be indicative. I mean…the were able to figure out the designs, they were able to build the machine, they put someone in it and sent it through…”what changes did they make?” 😉

Maybe that’s why “modifications” weren’t addressed at all.

The need unmet…met.

Nice to meet you.

^Desire – Under Your Spell^


So yeah…maybe if we add some things together, monitor those dynamics, while also monitoring the individual dynamics…it’ll give us a better idea of what we are looking for and why. Because projecting, analysis and probability are only gonna get us as far as they do. Gotta keep it real. So…don’t forget time and times yeah? Many more lifeforms here than just humans.

If they are in our care…why are they in our care?

If they aren’t in our care…why aren’t they in our care?

I dunno. Do you?
^Yelle – A Cause Des Garcons^

The above image got me to thinking.

Q: If all of your simulations run in one direction (the existing one)…why are you not including the inverse? The reverse? What about the inverse of reverse, and the reverse of inverse?

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

Perspective. That means scope within a particular frame of reference. Directions and/or directional. If we aren’t running these “projections” from at least, the four cardinal points, in all directions? How close are we really? I mean, if some of the biggies that you are chasing are polar flip, weather patterns, and orbital dynamics of all kinds of solar bodies…what are you omitting and why? I’m sorry, but within the scope of concepts such as “The Big Bang?” Remove one single particle from that…whatever…and all of a sudden…everything changes.

So…using your own models and modeling of “If so-and-so wasn’t here, we wouldn’t be here either”…um…I gotta question what you are chasing and why? Simply because if you are chasing “the all”…yeah…that’s prolly the 98+% of The Universe that science qualifies as “missing.” Are you really gonna be happy with a model that “describes everything”…based on 2%? Because 2%? That’s some skim fucking milk.

^Crystal Castles ‘BAPTISM’ //official video^


I guess that what I am thinking, is that you can come to me with Jesus’s cellphone number, and tell me that it was detected on a printout after running a certain test at Fermi Labs, then rerun at the LHC, and that you are certain that your results are certain because of this.

Q: What about my children? What about yours? What about everyone else’s children?

A/Q/A/Q: ???

Don’t you think that they are gonna have questions down the road? Are we prepared to help them in the here and now, by trying to ask some “negligible” types of questions and trying to get some answers for them? Our “negligible” may be paramount to them.

Just askin.                      Just sayin.

Whatevz.

/me shrugs
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


I’m just saying, that even tho over the last few days, two of my children have complemented me on my teaching methods, and I have no idea what prompted these “revelations.” They were/are startling. And I feel that tho I have done the best that I can, that there is more to be done.

Time.

That’s it. It’s that simple to me.

As long as we have time, we have everything.

As long as we have time, we can have anything.

Up to, and including, time.

X: Speaking of time…what happened?
Cade: You mean…”The Flying Spaghetti Monster?”
X: Yeah! I used to be all buff and stuff like that.
Cade: Talk to Leo da Vinci. Maybe he set the bar a little too high.
X: He didn’t smoke grass.
Cade: Coulda fooled me.
X: How would you know?
Cade; rofl…I don’t fucking know. It sounded good at the time.
X: Flying Spaghetti Monster…
Cade: No comment. I think it’s funny. Kinda…indicative of the confusion level/levels.
X: Join the club.
Cade: Thanks…but…no thanks.
X: …
^DyE – Hole In Ocean – Video^

.Meh.

c|Y|a
c|F|a

^Grimes – Kill V. Maim^

*******

*Yes, Clicky, I’m still working on it…*

*/squints… Possibly… /thinks… Thanks Clicky! Tell you what, why don’t finish with Loop’s latest favourite Song… /pats snout… You’re really very helpful…*

Missive From ‘Merica : A Seismic Vermiform

Good News, Dear Reader! There will be an Underdog Easter Anthology.

Bad News, Dear Reader! I will be submitting a story or two… 😉

*/chortles… I can’t believe The Blocked Dwarf thought I was a bloke either, Clicky…*

Extra Good News!

Cade has sent us another missive…

*Okay then, Clicky, I’ll leave this in your capable, um, fins… /picks up lighter… I’m off to go do some work on my first story… /sighs… It needs sumthing… Oh and don’t forget to end on a Song… /pats snout…*

Dear Reader, Enjoy! ❤

*******


!!!HOWDY DIRTBAG ASSHOLES!!!

^I Wanted Be^

Cade: So…where do we start?
X: …
0: I dunno. Where do you want to start?
Z: Don’t start with me.
Cade: K. We’ll start there.
T: Where?
Cade: There?
B: Which one.
Cade: I don’t fucking know…pick one!
B: <closes eyes and points randomly, while covering eyes with other hand>
Cade: BINGO!!! Nice choice. (What is it btw?)
B: THERE!
Cade: Ah. Siriusly?
X: Maybe.
0: May I?
Cade: May you what?
0: Choose.
Cade: Ain’t nothing stopping ya.
0: <imitates “B” while restraining smirk>
Cade: AH HA! South! The Stars in the Southern Sky eh?
Z: Isn’t that a line from a song or something?
Cade: You mean…you don’t know?
Z: You coulda just…played along.
Cade: “There…are stars…in the southern sky.”
X: Who sung that?
Cade: The group “Alabama?”
T: And how do you know that?
Cade: I was born in part of “Redneck Central?”
0: Go ahead and mention the rest of “the sky.”
Cade: K…um…aren’t there stars every fucking where?
X: Haven’t looked lately.
Cade: Your 360°/360°/360°/Times-Times-Times + Time goggles malfunctioning?
X: Yeah. Googling me a new pair right now.
Cade: Why not just have the old pair repaired?
X: Hadn’t thought of that.
Cade: I dunno…your choice mang/mangette or whatever. Maybe it’s time for a new pair.
X: …
Cade: lolz…sry…just…dunno what to say here.
Z: How’d that “paper signing” go today?
Cade: Well. The Notary was nice, no fees, in and out.
A: Kinda like…
Z: …your marriage?
Cade: Not really. We talked a bit before hand. We’re good.
X: …
Cade: Yep. The end…it’s always…whatever it is.
X: The start of something new?
Cade: I dunno. I mean…yeah…but I have no idea what that is.
Z: …I might…have…some ideas.
Cade: Cool. Can’t wait to hear them.
Z: Oh yeah you can.
Cade: lolz…sounds…ominous.
Z: Not meant that way….maybe. 😉
Cade: Good enough.
Z: …
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
Cade: So now what?
X: You aren’t gonna make this “an all conversation(s) post” are you?
Cade: Thought about it…but now? No. I remembered what Roob does to these things, and I don’t want her to have to spend a month of her time editing some mental masturbation exercise of mine, just because it sounded like a good idea.
X: Do you need a paper towel?
Cade: It would appear not.
X: I meant…for the tears.
Cade: Those will come when, and if, they come.
X: …
Z: Don’t look at me for answers.
Cade: Just thought I would give everyone/anyone a chance at that one.
0: I’ll bite.
Cade: 😉…well played.
0: Thank you.
T: I have a question.
Cade: Shoot.
T: Do you really think that people who read this, think…that you actually cry?
Cade: You mean, over the divorce?
T: Yep.
Cade: I’m just talking. Not asking anyone to believe anything.
X: Realness?
Cade: It’s as good as anything I guess.
Z: You figure…
Cade: …I figure if I’m honest inwardly, I can be honest outwardly.
X: Reduces the chance of judgements?
Cade: Maybe. I’ve just thought of it like that. But…it sounds…sound.
Z: If someone needed to hear anything that you had to say…
Cade: …that’s…pretty good actually. Maybe…
B: An…essence…of…synchronicity.
Cade: The ID, and the EGO…in action.
X: You got it.
Z: Sounds…close enough anyway.
0: I’m…not so…sure.
Cade: And why would you be…”sure.”
0: Wanna test that?
Cade: Maybe.
0: hmmmm….
X: What was that movie that you just watched?
L: It was called “Constantine.”
Cade: Correct.
K: And wasn’t he in a comic book that you read?
Cade: Swamp Thing.
K: Ah yes…that’s the one. Your daughter checked that out from the library correct?
Cade: If memory serves. (which…it does)
0: Correct on all counts.
Cade: Wow. 1…by my count anyway.
Z: HALT!
Cade: Fair enough.
0: …
^Pryda – Melo (Original Mix)^


So yeah…it’s 15:09PM here in this part of the world, and I just got back from the bank where I signed the proper papers from the divorce decree, and had them notarized.

I had some really bad dreams last night. I don’t usually talk about my dreams, but in this one of many that I had last night, I was being controlled against my will…and there was nothing that I could do about it. I won’t go into the details, but it involved being pushed into a jet engine intake, while the engine was running, and then that jet engine was then swallowed by a black hole. All of time and space was already distorted and warping, and was further warping as the jet engine both started to tear my body apart, as it itself was in turn torn apart by the black hole.

However, I was not afraid.

I was angry…furious…even. There was nothing that I could do to stop the unseen force who held me in place until the jet engine started to devour me, nor was there anything that I could do to keep the engine from either devouring me…nor to prevent the jet engine itself from being devoured by the black hole. Matter bent and warped as my fury soared in rebellion against any and all forces that had forced me to be where I did not want to be. But I was at peace. Even in my fury at it’s most furious…I was at peace. None of the forces that sought to destroy me succeeded…and they themselves were consumed by their own purpose and purposes, and I saved by mine. And what purpose and purposes were those of mine which saved me?

No purpose. No purposes.
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^

I can still see the colors that were painted on the jet engine swirling and melding together, as the jet engine’s own power was overcome by an even greater force and forces of the black hole. Almost as if that “unseen force” that had originally forced me into that particular position, was stronger still than even the black hole itself. And that…for whatever reason…this was no more than a test of my resolve.

Q: Am I really ready to stare down the bull again, and why?

A: I have no answer for this, other than perhaps…”because it needs to be done.”

As to the hows and whys? Not important to me, unless and until it is. When and if that time comes, I want to be myself…period. That’s what I would think…that tests and testing would and or should, be all about. A selfish selfless act. But it must…be real.

^Mango + Kazusa – Asphalt Lines (Original Mix)^


So I got into a discussion over at Hugo’s blog because I felt it necessary, and it appears that so did they. With respect to myself…I find it ironic that someone has to tell another…”I usually don’t talk.” Because if you read any of my bullshit, you’re prolly operating under the assumption that I never shut the fuck up.

Well…partially…you’d be right. I almost never shutup in my own head. Lotta shit swirling around in there. Stormy…even.

X: …dunno if I’d go so far as to say that there is anything at all up there…but…proceed…

Lolz…anyway…yeah….it keeps me sane.

Yep…you heard that correctly…it keeps me sane.

I’ve tried meditation. And sometimes, I can do it quasi-OK. But we ask a lot of ourselves in our times. We always tell ourselves that “5 minutes is not enough” or “we gotta try harder to do more”…and others are sometimes more than happy to oblige us with additional inspiration urgings, suggestions and caveats. And not that suggestions are a bad thing. Just…don’t get pissed at me because I ain’t doing my shit…your way. You wanna advise? Do it with me. Then we can watch each other’s techniques in a more practical way, and see what works, what doesn’t and why. Maybe even make some modifications to your and/or my techniques as we see fit…together.

^Stress (Original)^

So yeah…after some lengthy exchanges…I arrived at this…

Q: What is the source of my inspiration?

A: *.*

Or…all. Some things we may need more inspiration than others to stay away from. Such as, staying away from the movie “Jaws” for at least 6-months prior to planning a vacation to the beach. Or avoiding the movie “Titanic” just prior to sailing on a 7 day/6 night cruise of the North Atlantic. However, you might want to consider making a point in watching the movie “Airplane” just prior to heading out to the airport to get on an airplane these days. It may be educational in dealing with the circus you will participate in prior to the aircraft’s takeoff.

^The Shapeshifters – Lola’s Theme (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
Trombiculidae
How to Prevent and Treat Chigger Bites
Louse
Finnegans Wake
Model Organism
Head Louse
Body Louse
Crab Louse
Parasitism (Redirected from Parasite)
Parasitic Castration
Gonad
Crus of Clitoris
Erectile Tissue
Autonomic Nervous System
Reflex
Golgi Tendon Reflex
Stretch Reflex
Jaw Jerk Reflex
Pharyngeal Reflex (Redirected from Gag Reflex)
Sensory Neuron
Proprioception
Muscle Spindle
Synapse

So yeah…the bullshit about heat conducting materials in my previous whatever really has had my mind spinning. Not only thinking about body temperature regulation, but also the fact that since many of these heat conducting materials are crystalline, they prolly also conduct electricity in ways that we may not be aware of yet. And thinking about that even further, what about these metallic and or all metal or even resin-based composites that may not have much if any crystalline components… but they, thanks to scientific discovery and changes in manufacturing…have crystalline structures? I mean…do ya think that sometimes…just maybe…that even nature herself get’s a little…confused as to how to handle a pathway that appears to be there…but isn’t?

Just sayin.
^The Judys – Grass is Greener^


But but but…Cade…you uppity asshole…that is the whole point! Energy and energies are directed to and around these things! It helps to conduct heat and electricity better?

O RLY!

Trying to … speed things up … by slowing them down?

Bernoulli’s Principle on the micro level and/or a more finite understanding of how it works/how to harness/manipulate it?

Hmmm…so…efficiency, at the expense of efficiency?

Where do that lectricty and heats goes?

    Away?

Where…specifically?

Cause that don’t sound like balance to me. And I’ve seen both balance and imbalance in the micro and macro…and when and where balance and imbalance are out of whack…and it ain’t pretty. As a matter of fact…it’s confusing as shit. You begin to think that you are seeing things that you in fact, are not seeing.

BOLD! You might say.

Not really.

Think membranes and veils? And suddenly, you’ll maybe be able to see why you are seeing what you are seeing, and why you are not seeing what you are not seeing.

EX: My assertion that protons are NOT in fact, colliding at all. That the energy and energies that you are seeing, are actually a coalescing of energy and energies, that have been coming together for a very long time, in anticipation of the goings on at accelerators, colliders, and in other forms of nuclear and microscopic testing that is currently going on in all kinds of places.

^Ministry – You Know What You Are^

Tachyons? Traveling backwards in time? But what about…when they are going forwards in time? Ever think about that? Impossible? Why? They have but one constant state…change. They do not work alone. I mean…how else would something be able to travel backwards in time? And to bend your brain a little further…what if they travel not only backwards in time, but also forwards in time, and even…forwards and backwards in time, both at the same time…from right fucking here in the present. Speed…it ain’t just an illegal different form/formula of caffeine. And jokes and joking aside…it ain’t what you think it is. At least, not only that.

^Gold Panda – You^


BTW, I need a car. I want you to give me yours. I’ll be over 5 minutes ago to pick it up.

Just kidding.

You prolly drive a sucky car.

I don’t drive a sucky car.

I don’t own a car at all.

But prolly, neither do you.

Prolly a lease.

Q: Where in the fuck do all of these lease cars go after sitting on these vast lots in the middle of nowhere for God knows how long?

A: ¿Charity?

^Clams Casino – I’m God R.I.P David Higgs^

I know…I’m just bitter and angry because I went and signed the divorce papers today.

Yep.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Fun.: We Are Young ft. Janelle Monáe [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

AH HA!!! A question for me via the Whatever However Hotline!!! And this one is coming from…the future!!!

Q: So Cade, if you are so hip to these particles and matter and energy, and the time and times that they operate from, to, in, and through…how come you cannot see the future?

A: I can.

Yep..srsly…or ya rly…or whatever floats yer boat.

However, I have no interest in the future. Not in the way that most want to see it. I am MUCH more interested in the past, than I am the future. I don’t think that the past repeats itself like most seem to equate the future. I think the future is just as fuzzy as the past can be. But there is prolly some rhyme and reason to that. I mean…assuming that there is rhyme and/or reason to anything. But yeah…the past…fuzzier than even the future. Helps keep “the future” more in the “a future” kinda mode. Which helps “the past” be “a past” and/or…”a past” be “the past.” I am of the opinion that we tend to be VERY harsh and willy-nilly with the past…cavalier even. And yet, the past is, and/or at least…can be…very fucking clear. So long as no one is constantly fucking with it by trouncing “was” with “is.” The past and the future are delicate things that are always static and always in motion, both at the same time…that we stumble over and around in the present.

Weird eh?
^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^

vv4mtfs

I dunno mang and/or mangette…I’m just brainstorming. I’ve thought about a lot of this shit for a very long time, and I’m trying my best to learn how to write about some of these things. I’m not under the impression that we are on the wrong path. Just not doubting that we are getting some things wrong, up to and including, not even considering the things that we are getting right when we are getting something wrong. But…your focus is yours. You wanna march and yell…march and yell. Hell…it can’t hurt if you aren’t trying to hurt anyone. But I don’t see the logic in trouncing someone because you are afraid they might trounce you if you don’t trounce them first, nor do I see the logic in completely replacing the whatever you just replaced for being non-representative of you. Because you are forgetting something and or someone. I have no idea what that might be tho.

Maybe you can figure it out.

Maybe I can help.

Maybe not. 

But helping would be my hope.

^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^

No..I cannot really see the future in the way that most perceive the future.

My crystal balls and wizard cloak/hat are still on back order.

meh

/me shrugs

But even without them, I’ve been known to have my moments.

Don’t we all?

^Mister Lies – False Astronomy (Official Video)^


Maybe there is a practical answer for practically everything.

Afterall, isn’t practicality subjective?

Not like we are motherfucking SURROUNDED with practical demonstrations of practically everything.

I’ve seen one or two practical demonstrations within nature as well.

But practically both of those were done by humans.

😉
^Blockhead – The Music Scene – Official Video [HD]^


I’m almost completely partially officially divorced.

<golf clap>

Everything is a process.

    Everything is a process.

 Everything is a process.

     …End of Line.

^Concrete Walls by Fever Ray lyrics^
Cade: Anything else?
Z: Nope.
X: Nope.
A: Nope.
0: …
Cade: lolz…that may or may not be able to be considered “a nope” from “0” as well.
0: Nope.
Cade: lol…asshole.
0: Nope.
Cade: K…fair enough.
T: Whadda ya want from me?
Cade: …
B: …
Cade: Good enough, close enough, or…whatevz.
X: You sound a little…lost.
Cade: I’m good.
T: No you aren’t.
Cade: Fair enough.
^Foetus – Wash It All Off^


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^NONONO – Pumpin Blood (Official Video)^

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