Missive From ‘Merica: No.85 Part 2 – Eyes Straight Ahead

*Hmm… Quite artistic, Clicky…*

 

 

*Alright! Suit yourself!*

So then, Dear Reader, the second part of Cade’s latest ten page massive missive is now ready for your perusal…

Enjoy! ❤

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WOO HOOOO……..

Oh…

helloooooo there.

That’s prolly how I look when me and my goofy-self is going about my goofy life, doing the goofy shit that I do, in the goofy way in which I do it…

when suddenly…

A GIRL!!!

Oh my.

I only get goofier from there. I mean, not that I take notes on my goofiness and goofy experiences or anything, but I can imagine…yeah…I prolly look something like that when a woman catches my eye.

I’m like….

“LAH…LAH LAH…LAH LAH…LAH TI DUH DAH…..WOAHHHHHH!!!! WTF?!?!?!?!?

I guess I’ve been out of that mode for so long, that I forgot it even existed. Not entirely true, but I devised a method of overcoming wandering eyes when I was in a committed relationship. My method was/is not entirely different from this Buddhist method of dealing with unforeseens, where they teach you to “Acknowledge…then push aside.” My method, was/is…

“Woah…she’s hot…but, oh yeah, I’m married.”

Not “Yeah she’s hot, but I got better”…because that kind of comparative thinking, to me anyway, is destructive. You start to make demands via comparison that are impossible for someone else to achieve. I’m sure, that whoever she is, yeah, she’s prolly a great person. But I don’t know her, and I certainly don’t know a single dynamic about “me + her” and how that would work…so why dwell on shit like that?

If you are unhappy, why make someone else suffer too? Break it off, go elsewhere, and find what it is you seek. Whoever you are with doesn’t have it, so why make them carry that and those burden(s)? It’s your problem after all. It certainly seems to have started there anyway. Food for thought.

^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^

I never regretted being married. Still don’t. I’ve no idea what that would or should change.

I don’t regret “not being able” to have loads of freaky sex with a bunch of different women. I had loads of freaky sex with one particular woman, and there was a hell of a lot more than that. Trying to find something to be angry or bitter or sour about, yeah, there’s a fuckton of that shit too, but I was angry, bitter and sour about it then, so why wouldn’t I be angry, bitter and sour about it now?

I don’t want to “get over” this shit. That’s my toolbox. My tools. How I learn. How I grow. There’s fucktons of shit in the toolbox…

from good…

to bad…

to indifferent…

to whatthefuckever. 

Like a “junk-drawer” in your house. Shit that has no other place due to its specificity and uniqueness, but you certainly can’t throw this shit away. Hence, the junk drawer. Miscellany drawer. Whatever. We all have one. Some have many. But they are always a joy to go through. Especially when looking for that special something, that you cannot remember what it is, but you remember where it is.

/me shrugs
^Meat Beat Manifesto – Prime Audio Soup^

I was just reading CFrank Davis’ latest, and I’ve not read CFrank’s shit in a while. But he raises some interesting points about destinations. Destinations mean pathways. Pathways mean origins. Origins means originators. Originators means followers.

WHEW!!! We covered some ground there, eh? I wonder how we did that? Oh well…it’s unimportant. Our path is laid out before us, and all we need do now…is blaze it.

SMOKE EM IF YA GOT EM!!!

Q: Can you imagine a 10 year old kid reading this bullshit of mine?

A: I can't. But yeah...I can.

At 10 years old, I had been being taught by some of the finest adults that I knew, and they had been teaching me for right at 10 years straight. No breaks, no vacations, and even breaks for vacation were learning experiences laced with requirements and expectations. So yeah…by 10 years old, I was already quite adept to life on Earth/Terra.

I mean, fuckin-a … comparatively … spending 10 years in college means you’ve prolly got a doctorate by now, and have chalked up some impressive post-graduate degrees. But we don’t think in those terms…do we? We need paper. We need papers. We need proof. Acceptable proof.

PAPERS PLEASE!!!

Q: Since when were my parents and relatives and neighbors, their teachings, and their experiences…non-acceptable or not acceptable?

A: ?!¿!?

Must be a “class war” kinda thing or something.

^Röyksopp & Robyn “Monument” (Music Video)^

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I have ironing and washing up to doo now, Dear Reader, on this Sunday afternoon…

*Yeah, something like, Clicky…*

…The third installment of the 85th ‘somethingWhoTFcares’ missive from the Text Us Okie Devil will be along later. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉

 

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Missive From ‘Merica: No.85 Part 1 – Poetry in Motion

Dear Reader, The Okie Devil of Text Us has sent through another missive – the 85th – and at 10 pages, it is his longest yet…

… Fortunately I have time at my disposal today and tomorrow, so I shall split it…

*Ha! That’s right, Clicky… “Size of an elephant!”…*

… And the first part is reproduced for your enjoyment, below… ❤

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I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

Acerbic dreams of wafting arrows

Where did their arcing flights end?

Embedded in tissues, bones and their marrows

We interrupt this system for an important bulletin…

Pull the arrow out, put a bullet in

I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

Acerbic dreams of wafting arrows

Where did their arcing flights end?

Before they’ve even started

Their arcing points, and points of origin?

Replaced by tools that kill before the killing can begin

Just like the rest

No better, no best

Just ends, just endings

No wicked, no rest

 

I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

The number this is…

Is which number is this

Fret not dear Limeys…

I’m not taking the piss

A-T-5 or 8-E-5 or Ate Tea Fyve

Or whatever, or whatever, and all that jive

Still here, still alive

I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

One of many, just like the others

Freshly squeezed from something brewed

Under now kicked off covers.

I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

The structure has crumbled

Has fallen, and falls

Was its source from where stumbled?

Or where ham-handed footing landed?

Wounds salted and sanded

“Perhaps humbled?”…the Earth grumbled.

“Your knee hurt my face, when you landed in that place!”

…says she to me.

I have awoken from a recent slumber

My first instinct?

To bang out this number

Apologies and with love…

Sincerely,

A Snappling, Crackling, Popping, Cranky, Clanky, Tumbler In The Wheel Of Time
^Groove Armada – At The River^

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Doo come back later for more of Cade’s latest missive, Dear Reader and… Have a Song… 😉

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Sophie Sounds Like SoPi

Following on from the last post, Dear Reader, Cade has sent through a missive with diagrams – his diagrams from inside his head – and that are also equations…

kuchi ga sabishii

Since last weekend, I myself have been catching up on the talks by John Lamb Lash on the Sophianic Mysteries…

amaranthine

silentiummaitreya

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HOWDY SASSHAT(S)!!!

This here whatever is gonna be about me. Like…a one-man-band…cept not so much, since RooBeeDoo is also involved in this nonsense

EX: See that image above? That’s SoPi_B01. Contextually, it’s actually SoPi_D01 since it’s the 4th part of a set of equations I’ve been thinking about, but let’s not fixate on the nomenclature(s) and their ordering just yet. Yeah, an equation. That thing above is an equation. There’s numbers and operators in there, ya just gotta look.

Let’s see if I can explain my little hourglass, and how it will hopefully expand a bit on gravity and time, or at least my thoughts on these things. Just keep in mind that I am an untrained and uncertified idiot who tilts heavily towards the dumb end of the spectrum, and this might be kinda fun.

Maybe not.
^One man plays Queen Bohemian Rhapsody^

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Let’s point out the obvious. Does the color/do the colors help? We’re gonna be talking about SoPi, which means we are gonna be talking about Pi, which means that we are gonna be talking rainbows and light at some point, so we’re gonna have to have and think color and colors. You can prolly make out the seven(7)’s and one(1)’s and zero(0)’s quite easily, but you’re gonna have to keep your eyes peeled for embedded shit…

nested shit…
implied shit…

interpretive shit.

Such as…

eleven(11)’s…

equal(s)…

divisor(s)…

additive(s)…

multipliers…

decimals…

letters…
etc…
Yeah...

letters.

Q: Do you see the threes? The fours? The eights? The two’s?

A: No? Lemme see if I can fix that.
^Royksopp – This Space^ f2497-sopi_b03

 

So…

    see the three? We are dealing with Pi, so, we’re gonna need a three(3), right?

There it is.

There’s gonna be an “E” there too. Which means that there is also an “M” in there.

Are you gonna be able to find this shit on your own? Or do I need to point out the two(2)’s in there to help us get to E=MC2?

Can you see the eight(s)? There are at least 5 right in front of you.

7 + 1 = 8.

Make that centerpiece a single one? And the threes on the right and left?

3 + 1 = 4.

3.14

Confused?

Me too.

Hey…I’m making this bullshit up as I go.

/shrug
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

 

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There’s you an eight(8).

Ya gotta keep in mind, that anything and everything that I do is always in motion. Let’s further relate, and that’ll get us to that infinity bit.

^Mrs, Love/You know my name- Disco ruido/the beatles^

 

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There’s a very good reason that “the sands” flow through my hourglass, and not into or of. You may be able to think of a reason or even some reasons as to why I’ve tried to stay outside of the inside. Maybe you can’t. But maybe it’s clear now that I have at least one reason to stay out of the inside. That said, if you as a mathematician or physicist or chemist or whatever, follow that flow, you’ll maybe start to see a shape/some shapes start to develop outside of our focus. Lines, rings, strings, stings, and it’s gonna get bigger and wackier from there.

Just sayin'.
^Cocteau Twins – Suckling the Mender^

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Maybe that’ll help. Maybe not. We are talking primarily about time here, and that’s what I personally think primarily about…time. Time and motion are simultaneous with me. An uneventful event, is still an event. A non-event type of event is still an event. Thinking like this allows me to think about extremely long and extremely short events. It allows me to think about time backwards. It allows me to think about time, backwards and forwards, at the same time. This allows me to think about all kinds of crazy times that are both moving and not moving, and motions that are moving and not moving…

all at the same time. 

Now all we need, is time to describe these times and motions. Assuming anyone is interested. Why you are interested might be important too. Thinking like this is…erm…painful. No other way I can describe it. To relate…I’ll relate something me and Roob talked about the other day.

^Cocteau Twins-A Kissed Out Red Floatboat^

Imagine that you build a machine that levitates something.

Q: What happens, if you turn that machine off, and the object that you levitated, fails to stop levitating?

A: !!!

Yeah. We are on a planet that is spinning. That leaves us with a couple of things to ponder.

Is this object able to be accelerated?
If so, are you sure you want to do that?

What if it keeps accelerating?

Is this object able to accelerate on its own?

May want to stay the fuck away from it.

But what about the rest of the planet? If this thing starts running into shit, it’s eventually going to start tearing the hell out of anything and everything, as well as everyone. Even if it starts to come apart? So what? A grain of sand traveling @ 1,000 mph is going to be fatal, and even if and when that grain of sand comes apart, now we’ve got microscopic shit flying everywhere, on God knows how many trajectories, and all we can pray for, is that this shit somehow achieves escape velocity before it levels the entire planet.

So add this to your list of things to ponder…if this thing can accelerate, it can decelerate.

Q: What if, after you turn your machine off, and this thing continues to levitate, it immediately starts to decelerate?

A: !!!

Yeah…it may appear to the observer, that this thing is accelerating, but it actually isn’t. It’s headed towards zero-speed. A contextual zero-speed within the Earth’s/Terra’ atmosphere is going to be equally deadly.

^Baddiel & Skinner & Lightning Seeds – Three Lions (Football’s Coming Home)^

Let’s take that thought 100,000 years into the future. Our levitated object has long since been smashed into microscopic particles, and this object and these particles has long since destroyed all life and virtually flattened the planet.

Q: What if visitors drop by?

A: !!!

Yeah. We just doomed the fuck out of them too.

So what am I immediately relating all this shit to?

Welp… high-energy machines.

“Microscopic Black Holes” that are being created by these machines.

Maybe it’s time to start working on a de-levitating machine?

Yeah…think about that for a second.

Should work out well, eh?

And I don’t think a machine, that from the start, is built/designed to do both levitate and de-levitate is the/a answer.

Zero...

contextually…

is scary as fuck.

^Homeless Mustard Sings “Creep” GREATEST Cover EVER – @OpieRadio^

Maybe thinking about some of these things, contextually, will help when thinking about Ozone and/or The Ozone Layer. Yeah, gonna have to incorporate the goings on with respect to nuclear testing, HAARP, radio, television, airplanes/aircraft, spacecraft, satellites, mining, drilling, and shit like that. I mean…how long has the power grid and power grids been active on this planet? Non-stop, 24-7, 365/366 for decades? That’s GOT to have an affect.

Effects even. 

And not just and only here on Earth/Terra. Magnetism is king with respect to gravity, and you can slice and dice all you want to try and make it not so. But the pressure and pressures of The Universe are equally relief valves and systems as they are pressure valves and systems. That makes me think of the process of Kenosis.

Build you up…tear you down.

Build you up…tear you down.

I dunno.
^The Beatles – Hey Jude^

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OK!!!

Now that the happy stuff is out of the way-ish, let’s take a look at SoPi_A01. That’s the bullshit above. This is how we are going to use Pi and SoPi to curve space.

1 + 8 = 9.

That may not make sense now, seeing as how we have a 180° implied in a 90° radius. But you have to keep something in mind…the back of this is as important as the front.

So…90 + 90 = 180.

Front = 90°

Back = 90°

Front + Back = 180°

And yes, those lines outside are one(1)’s.

We’re going to have 88 iterations between 1° and 1° on each side to start our curve, and our curve will give us motion. Like the first tumbler, or the first “tic” in a clock.

^An..t – Orange Juice^

I’m gonna have to take this to paper to proceed. And I’ve no way of making a video, so it’s gonna have to wait.

😐

Sorry, but I need to talk my way through this. I’m sitting here listening to music, and I’ve got a chorus of shit flying around in my head, so I’ve gotta change gears. I could use a change of beers too. Not that I don’t like Keystone…

I just don't have any.

Thanks to Roob for the song.

^The ultimate BEER SONG (99 bottles – Zane Williams)^

Prolly thinking more about thinking than anything. Teaching. Relating. Learning in any and all cases. I cannot change who I am, but I may be able to change who I’ll be. However, won’t I still be who I am? I guess we’ll see.

Or not.
^Hein Cooper – The Art of Escape^

Meh…yeah…I gotta stop here.

berdahamCade nod to inspiration

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Just thinking, that any time you unwind something, there is going to HAVE to be a simultaneous process that also keeps the wound, wound. More than that, this process will facilitate the need for the process to be able to stop wherever it does.

In the case of light, and especially visible light, maybe this won’t be such a stretch when you think about lasers, and what it takes to create these things, and how these things relate to prisms and rainbows as far as the systems that let us see these things. May also explain a few other things, when you think about these things contextually.

That said, there is going to be times and instances where bonds and relationships are broken or disrupted in ways that we cannot comprehend nor understand. Perhaps even in ways that these bonds cannot be re-connected, and certainly not in the way and ways they were connected previously. So the question is, and remains…

Q: Now what?

A: /me shrugs

I just work here.

^Sigue Sigue Sputnik – Atari Baby^

We know we can get shit wrong, and can afford ourselves the time to do so.

I wonder if we afford ourselves the time to get it correct?

^Cocteau Twins Ella Megalast Burls Forever^
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^You Spin Me Round – Dead Or Alive Tribute Cover – Retrosonica^

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All Fings Being Equal…

Dear Reader…

I started a thread on the 4th April 2014 on a site called Synchromystic Forum, or ‘Sync Miss For Him’ (SMFH) as I call it. The thread was titled ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’. It was an amateur experiment to take the likeness of a diety, using myself as a template, after listening to John Lamb Lash talk about ‘Sophia’s Correction’…

SMFH is gone now and I haven’t sought out John Lamb Lash since I heard that talk, posted by Divine DNA in the Red Universe (that’s MEROVEEsometime in 2013. But I looked him up today and this is what he has to say…

*/:O…Yikes!*

I’m going to listen to this video whilst I write the post below. What follows is kinda like the sorta shambles I would have posted in ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ if SMFH were it still around today…

*Good choice, Clicky… /lights up… To be honest I prefer this track. Loopy sumtimes sings it when he’s gaming…*

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In the world of MRS REGN, RESPIRATION comes after MOVEMENT and before SENSITIVITY, REPRODUCTION (REPRODUCTION - yellow on white is hard to see), EXCRETION, GROWTH AND NUTRITION...

Selfie 1 Cade and Roob saying goodnight

Eye stumbled across an obit in the NY Times last night, or rather very early this morning, Read Dearer. A Russian Ma’at-ish ‘un called Vlad had died on the last day of September, alone at home. By all accounts, he was a bit of a wiz…

What Vlad did

Doctor Vladimir Voevodsky was 51, butt as time in the womb don’t count toward official age, let’s say he was in that sort of age area…51-ish…

Selfie 2 Roob bring Teslas Area 51 and a cigar

That’s me on Merovee earlier

Merovee Hell Shock

…posting news of a company named for another Ma’at-ish-un…

… And a cigar vid? Well, ‘cos the benefits of smoking tobacco seems to be a dirty secret and cigars are expensive… made by hand…

Tesla’s Dirty Secret: It Was Banging Out Parts Of The Model 3 By Hand

Have a cigar…Why knot?

Vlad gave birth

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In algebraic geometry and algebraic topology, a branch of mathematics, A1 homotopy theory is a way to apply the techniques of algebraic topology, specifically homotopy, to algebraic varieties and, more generally, to schemes. The theory is due to Fabien Morel and Vladimir Voevodsky. The underlying idea is that it should be possible to develop a purely algebraic approach to homotopy theory by replacing the unit interval [0, 1], which is not an algebraic variety, with the affine line A1, which is. The theory requires a substantial amount of technique to set up, but has spectacular applications such as Voevodsky’s construction of the derived category of mixed motives and the proof of the Milnor and Bloch-Kato conjectures.

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…Eye woz replying to Jen…

No shit. SHERLOCK

… Who’d posted news of a sleb car and cartoon creators’ twitter convo, and a Song

Selfie 3 Jen suggests breathing two Mark The Beast

… In reply to Clicky posting a tweet id sent out in the Yellow Universe about the reported detection of a spike in radioactivity. Also with a Song

Selfie 4 Clicky posts Roobs tweet two chocolate music

Fast forward to today when French nuclear watchdogISRN reported that another spike in airborne radioactivity has been detected in the air in Western and Central Europe: “Ruthenium-106 has been detected by several European networks involved in the monitoring of atmospheric radioactive contamination, at levels of a few milliBecquerels per cubic meter of air.”

According to IRSN calculations, based on the concentration levels measured in several European countries and on the meteorological conditions of the last few days, the contaminated air could have been generated from southern regions of Ural or located close to those. “IRSN is continuing its investigations to try to confirm the origin of this atmospheric pollution.”

ruthenium (n.)metallic element, 1845, named by Russian chemist Karl Klauss, from a name proposed earlier (1828) in reference to a metal extracted from ores from the Ural Mountains of Russia (see Ruthenian). With metallic element ending -ium.

… In fact, Leggy and eye had been ruminating on the reason behind the spike

Selfie 5 Leggy and Roob discuss uses of Ruthenium

source

*Data detecting Wall? …/ 😀 …Elementary, my dear Clicky! …/pats snout…*

Vlad The Translator

…Eye won’t leave out the final segment of last night’s MEROVEE conversation, Rear Dealer…

Selfie 6 Jen smiles A Void disdains and Clicky cruises by with Harvey trumps Trump

The prominent, and now radioactive Hollywood producer, famous for such Oscar winners as “The English Patient” and “Shakespeare in Love,” took a leave of absence from his production company following the New York Times article on Thursday.

…What’s this, the NYTimes? And Harvey, as we gno, was also a humongous hurricane in August, a storm that devastated parts of Texas… The State were my chum Cade, The Okie Devil, currently resides…

*”Calm before the storm”, eh? You know what Clicky, I don’t understand the thinking behind academia and media leaders… /lights up…. Ya know, EXPERTS attacking Trump so much? He’s vain; it’s his flaw butt they’re driving him into the arms of the those who CAN-KNOT call him anything butt “SIR!” to his face… /smokes… Ore “YESSIR!” …/slurps covfefe…*

*Exactly… /sighs…*

…Perhaps that was the calm before this morning’s ‘Tweetstorm‘ from the Dez-Rez-Prez…

In Early Tweetstorm, Trump Praises WaPo, Slams NBC And “Late Night Comedians”, Reaches Out To Schumer

…Equal Time…

…Time Is Money…

…Can’t Buy Me Love…

Vlad liked to Click

*Spend a Penny? See a Penny? …/thinks… Penis meteor than the words? … Penny drops? …/stubs butt… Whoa… /look sup… Damn! That’s a big post… /sucks teeth… Better get a Song to fin-ish, Clicky…*

Well, that was a very interesting talk from John Lamb Lash, Dear Reader. Yes, very interesting indeed… Have a Song… 😉

 

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*Thanks! …/blows kiss… Another?*

*…/rolls eyes…*

‘Morning Run’ – An Underdog Anthology Tale

Dear Reader, the next volume of the Underdog Anthology – Treeskull Stories – is on track to be published for Halloween…

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This time I have contributed one story and the Afterword, as well as providing copy editing services to Leggy. This is a pleasure, not a chore, as I get to read the fabulous contributions from the other authors first. And for free…

*Clicky, that’s free knot three…*

*/rolls eyes…*

In anticipation of publication, I thought I’d share one of my stories from Anthology 2 with you, Dear Reader. So here is ‘Morning Run’ for your entertainment… Enjoy! 😀

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MORNING RUN

By Roo B. Doo

Gasping with pain, Marcus pulled the graffiti daubed door open and peered into the murk inside. The hinges squealed their resistance in the spring morning that should have been filled with birdsong but was disquietingly absent. He sniffed in disgust at the dank gloominess but the room appeared empty, and Marcus was more than happy about that – the thought of defecating anywhere other than his own bathroom filled him with dread but he doubted he would be able to sprint back home in time. As if in agreement, his stomach growled noisily.

Usually Marcus picked up the pace when he ran past the public toilets on his early morning jog through the park. The low, stone structure, vividly tagged in garish painted symbols, sat at the far point of his circuit. Set back from the path and surrounded by shady trees, it had an air of quiet menace in its seedy isolation, a haven for druggies and vandals, pervs too no doubt. Today, however, a crunching gut spasm had assailed Marcus as he approached the building. He’d pulled up sharply, clutching his stomach at the sudden crippling pain.

Marcus swore at himself for thinking he could just run off the sluggishness he’d felt at the previous night’s overindulgence at the local curry house. And the beery one at the pub beforehand. For months he’d been on a strict diet regime in training for the London Marathon. It was just rotten timing that his best friend Craig had chosen Easter, the weekend before, to get married. As Best Man there was no way Marcus could miss the stag night, and a stag is a stag – there’s no point going if you didn’t stagger a bit as a result. It would be his only blow out and, besides, he’d have a whole week to recover before the big race.

Although his guts were wildly churning, Marcus remained reluctant to go inside. He was okay pissing in public toilets but shitting was another matter. He couldn’t stand the thought of exposing his backside to where other naked backsides had rubbed or smeared, nor the thought of anyone listening in, passively participating and passing judgement on the size of his bowel.

He briefly squatted down in the doorway to scan for the feet of hidden stall occupants, and instantly regretted it. The pressure inside him moved and there was an audible glug! Marcus tensed his arsehole; it felt like a splenetic Vesuvius ready to blow its top. With a final nervous glance behind to make sure nobody was about to follow him in, Marcus stepped inside.

The gloom deepened as the main door swung closed behind him with a creaking thump. Now the eerie silence was broken by a leaking tap’s plink, plink, plink from the wash basin to his left, accompanied by the continued rumble from his guts. There were three toilet stalls in front of him and he made for the nearest, dodging the dirty puddles strewn with litter, tugging urgently at the drawstring on his shorts. Marcus was determined to spend as little time in the place as possible.

The cubicle door swung open at his touch, revealing a filthy, shit filled toilet. A worn and dirty trainer, half submerged among the turds, listed near the top of the bowl. He moved on to the next but that too was blocked. Fresh beads of sweat prickled Marcus’ brow, his dread intensified – if the last one was in as bad a condition he didn’t know what he would do. However, the last stall at least looked relatively clean and it had a lock on the door. Bonus! Marcus thought as he whipped down his shorts, sank onto the toilet seat with a resounding thump and let go.

He braced his hands against the cubicle walls to hold himself up as he felt the world cascading out of his arse, before splashing back to soak his crack and balls. Both relief at the release and cold revulsion washed through Marcus, as his breath rasped with every squeeze.

“Arghhh!” he screamed aloud as his gut achingly contracted again, but by now Marcus cared little if anyone was there to hear him; he just had to get it all out.

He closed his eyes and swore again at his stupidity. He just had to play the big man, didn’t he? Buying another round of beers, choosing the hottest and spiciest dishes on the menu, followed by shots, lots of shots. True, it had been a hell of a fun evening but, by God, he was regretting his decisions now. Not to mention Craig’s wedding was later that day; he only hoped he would have sufficient time to recover before then. With a grimace, Marcus resolved to take a double dose of imodium and have a shower as soon as he got home.

He shifted his position as the stinging flow turned into a trickle, releasing a waft of putridity that made him recoil and hold his nose. Reaching for the toilet roll he found the holder sheathed only with an empty cardboard tube. He slapped at it angrily and looked around but there was nothing else to clean himself up with. Sighing loudly, Marcus pulled off his outer vest top, balled it up and started to wipe his backside. It was one of his favourites but he would have to leave it – there was no way he was carrying it back home.

Feeling drained, Marcus stood up and pulled hard on the toilet chain, eager to flush the contents of his bowels away, but the only thing it made was an empty clank. He pulled again and again. Nothing. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Marcus peered into the toilet bowl as he pulled up his shorts. Shit splattered the inside and dribbled down into a dark brown pool of his slurry. He had to get out there fast before anyone else came by. Flinging the balled vest top to the floor he turned to leave.

The lock on the door refused to budge. Marcus rattled it hard but it was stuck fast. He tried ramming the door open with his shoulder before remembering that it swung inwards. He kicked at it in frustration but the door remained firmly closed.

“What the fuck?!”

Plop… The sound came from behind him. Plop… plop.

Marcus turned around slowly to see movement in the bowl. The shit pool bubbled and burst like the hot mud springs he’d seen once before whilst on holiday in New Zealand. He stood there transfixed as more and more bubbles broke through the surface. Plop pop plop…

A slimy brown finger poked up suddenly, followed by another. Marcus flattened himself against the door, staring aghast as a hand emerged from the mess, fingertips feeling out, looking for purchase on the porcelain. A second hand shot up and gripped the edge of the toilet seat, pulling, heaving first a shoulder and then an oozing head up and out of the bowl.

Eyes wide with horror and disbelief, Marcus turned and hammered at the door, frantically grabbing at the lock. “LET ME OUT!”

A horrendous sucking sound caused Marcus to turn around again and he screamed to see the abomination now had a torso, rippling turds for muscles. A fat, pink worm poked out of the head, like an obscene tongue, tasting the air. Reaching out with dripping hands, the detestation gave Marcus a shit-eating grin before emitting a thunderous burp, sending a foul spray of ordure with a stench like an eyeful of needles.

Marcus screamed again and dropped to the filthy, wet floor, squirming in a frenetic attempt to escape from under the door. He kicked out as slimy hands grabbed at his legs and he felt a squelching slap on the back of his thigh. With an almighty heave, he pulled himself free of the gap and out.

Howling in terror, Marcus picked himself up and ran.

*******

Dogma Shit Demon

*Alright! Sheesh… I’m new to this writing lark, Clicky, let alone horror fiction…*

*Well, let’s hope so, eh?*

So, if you’re in need of a book of short stories for toilet reading this Halloween, Dear Reader, I highly recommend you try ‘Underdog Anthology III’ from Leg Iron Books

Missive From ‘Merica: Shape, Rattle & Roll!

Dear Reader, a new missive from The Okie Devil has arrived…

*No shit, Clicky! I had one of those when I was a little kid!*

*Damn! I could really go for a double cheeseburger right now… /salivates… Or a Whopper! …/drools…*

… Enjoy Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. I’m off for to get something to eat. See you at the bottom ❤

*******

Hi.

Let’s see how and where this goes.

I’ve grown fat, out-of-shape, out-of-practice, disconnected, irrelevant, and prolly a bunch of other bad stuff too.

     Let’s see how and where this goes.

Hi.

^Cocteau Twins ~ Fotzepolitic^

I wonder where we learn how to solve problems? Any place or places we might think of as a model? I saw a Tweet yesterday where someone was apparently wishing that…

“all Trump supporters were six feet in the ground”

…whatever that means. I just tried to find said Tweet, but I could not. Maybe they deleted it. Anyway…yeah…

Q: How do we learn, and from where do we learn it?

A: Wherever we do?

So…how do we learn? Or is that important at all? Are we too focused on where we learn it from? Don’t think so? Me either.

Q: Can you name the top 10 colleges/universities you want/wanted to go to and/or that you would send your children to and/or would recommend to another to send their children to?

A: What am I saying here? You wouldn't "send" your children anywhere. You'd let them choose. Right? I mean, it's their life...ain't it?

Hands on here, hands off there.

Hands on there, hands off here.

Time can fuck with your head if you let it.

^”Saudade” cover by Halls Of The Machine^
Anyone else ever get "rainbow vision"?

I used to get it all the time when I was a kid. Lots of times this would happen around the time that I was having a migraine. And I used to have some doozy migraine headaches. But sometimes, this “rainbow vision” would just…happen, with no other phenomena nor more relatable states to attach it to as a symptom. My parents always told me…

“you’re crazy!”

or

“you’re just seeing things!”

…which tended to make the fact that “I was seeing things”…worse. It was scary.

Sometimes the rainbows would be so bad that I couldn’t see at all. I mean, I could see the rainbows, but they so filled my vision that the rainbows were all I could see. Everything else was just…silhouettes…shadows…penciled outlines…floating or darting in a sea of white. These rainbows were crazy too. All kinds of crazy shapes, all intermingled and intermingling. Flowing. Moving. Not pulsing per se, although they did sometimes have flickers or waggles trailing or leading a directional change.

Why do I mention this? Well…it started happening again recently. Kinda scared me a bit a coupla nights ago, because it go so bad…I couldn’t see. I’d say that it concerned me more than scared me, but there’s a coupla reasons for that.

1) It’s happened before/I have experience with both

A) the experience of it, and

B) the experiencing of it, and

C) the experience of experiencing it, and

D) the experience of trying to relate it to another/others who cannot relate to it, and possibly even don’t want to relate to it due to all kinds of mitigating factors.

2) I’ve had so many issues over the last 10 years that pretty much anything and/or everything that happens? Yep, doesn’t surprise me much at all.

^Fotzepolitic – Majestic Masses^

I’ve not thought of it in a long time. No reason to. It stopped happening, and it happened so long ago, under circumstances that are also long since gone-ish. So…why is it suddenly happening again?

HEY!!!

They've got this thing called "The Internet" these days!!! 

LET’S CHECK IT OUT!!!

Floaters, Flashing lights, Rainbows, Abnormal Color Vision

WOAH!! Thank God for Google suggestions, eh? This just came up, while using the Google Search Box to format some text/remove the formatting of text, and it suggested something I wouldn’t have thought of.

Kaleidoscope vision/flashing shapes and patterns sight impairment

So…pretty sure I’m not pregnant. Nor do I appear to be in any immediate danger of a situation developing that could cause me concern over becoming pregnant.

 So...dehydration? 

I could go for some sweaty dehydrating activities, but that could result in pregnancy…so I better take a rain-check.

(ba da ching)

Um…where was I? Oh yeah…here alone…typing. I better go jerk-off real quick…BRB.

^Dawn of the Great Eastern Sun – COURSE OF EMPIRE^

Dehydration. Is that a “system-wide” issue? Or can it be localized? I mean…if you sit on your foot, or lean on your arm, shit goes numb, right? So…can we assume that Ergonomics might be of interest here? Maybe even Kinesiology? That means engineering.

I wonder who is driving this train?
^Course of Empire – Automatic Writing #17^

Wait a fucking SECOND here…

Distorted Vision

“This is generally a normal process, although it may happen abnormally early in cases of high nearsightedness or trauma.”

Generally a normal process results in something that is labeled as “distorted”? You just nullified growth and/or change…

Or am I overreacting? 

Being unreasonably passionate, and being that we are on the subject…

Since when is General Lee considered normal? 

I thought he was an evil racist pig, in an evil racist empire, doing evil racist things, in an EVIL RACIST world?

I express, therefore, I clam.
^Course of Empire – Infested^
Google Search = Why do people in england not like francis drake?

10 Things You May Not Know About Francis Drake

So…not much there other than…

“He began his career as a slave trader”

…and I don’t think that’s it, so let’s onward.

Sir Francis Drake

“Edmund Drake was a Protestant”

…surely THAT can’t be it. Things keep pointing towards a certain direction tho. That “Protestant” kinda helps with the compass in that regard.

Bloody Flux

Dysentery

So…they put him in his armor, placed the whole kit and kaboodle in a lead lined coffin, buried him at sea, and…

divers and explorers are,

and have been,

looking for it ever since?

Escherichia Coli

Bacillus (Shape)

That gets me to thinking about geometry a bit, and how “we in our modern world” sometimes use these shapes.

EX: Today, I saw a Tweet about some new technology that allows for veins to be found using Infrared Light. Odd that when I clicked the “watch this video on YouTube” link, it didn’t take me to that particular video, and the video was nowhere to be found on that channel. So, I searched Google for it.

Interesting note: That channel on YouTube? It’s called…Mashable.

Hmmm...
^VeinViewer IV Video^

So Roob just posted some new shiznit, and it’s a good thing that she did. I might have gotten off-track otherwise. Plus, all this bullshit is giving me a motherfucking headache.

Migraine

Ebers Papyrus

Dracunculiasis

BOOM!!!

“Wrap the emerging end of the worm around a stick and slowly pull it out. 3,500 years later, this remains the standard treatment.”

There’s more to this. Faint and distant, but also clear in many ways. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it does to me. Prolly something that I mentioned to Roob recently about…

“The gods burrowing their way through time”

…is ringing some bells. And what I meant by that was time itself. Yeah…that time.

The Time. 

The time that is time and makes time. Not that any alarm bells are ringing nor should they be. But yes, there is an ominous tone in there. Someone needs help. Someone needs help from us, and we aren’t giving it. Could be a number of reasons for this, and some grace may lay within the fact that, should God/the gods exist, they prolly are quite patient.

Until they aren't anymore. 

But, what the fuck do I know. Meh.

^The Prodigy – Jericho^

That does get me to thinking a bit about something tho. Were “Doomsday” real, would we be disappointed were it to not to appear?

lolz...dis-appointed.

DATE WITH DOOMSDAY = RESCHEDULED!!!

I guess that’s why I kinda think that “the countdown clock” is always at zero(0). Always has been, always will be. But why wouldn’t it be? That’s where we’re headed…right? So…that’s all that matters. Some seem to think that way all the time…so let’s take that thought a step further.

"The countdown clock" is always at one(1).

So…1-0

I personally keep mine at 1-0-1. A countdown will always start to count up again. Unless time stops completely. Which…yeah…that’s really what happens at zero(0) and is good reason to stay away from it. And I don’t use “it” lightly there. In my mind, “it” is the simultaneousness of end and/or beginning, depending on which end you are currently looking at, for, or chasing for whatever reason. If you start to get your head wrapped around it, they are both the same thing at the same time? Yeah…that’s why you have no clue what in the fuck you are looking at.

Q: What have we forgotten?

A1: Time

A2: Observer(s)

That means perspective. Which means perspectives. I mean, you’re intending on sharing what you find…right?

Find the beginning, and you will find the end.

Find the end? Welllllll…ya gotta keep in mind where we are in time. We’re neither here nor there. We’re right in the big middle of both. If you also keep in mind that I personally am thinking about this shit from more of a scientific viewpoint, with respect to time and times and less of a religious manner of thinking. I dunno…I’ve got nothing to sell here. Make up your own fucking mind.

^The Chemical Brothers – Go^

HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!

Q: Cade, what exactly do you mean by “the gods burrowing through time”? It sounds insulting.

A: WOAH FUCKING NELLY!!! A question AND an observation!!! 

That’s a first. But lemme get on with this…if “the micro” is unimportant…why are we tinkering there? EVERYTHING is important in some way shape or form, otherwise, it wouldn’t be here.

WOAH!!! A SECOND QUESTION!!!

Q: Cade, what if something is “here”, just to give us something to do?

A: Well, if you think in less singular terms in that regard, maybe that will be indicative of where we sometimes fail, and where we sometime succeed. 

Gotta keep times in mind here. Just because something “is gone” doesn’t mean that it is gone, nor gone forever. I mean, you remember it…right? Prolly others do to? Prolly been some hen-scratching etched out here and there about whatever it is? Maybe this is why “book burnings” are so popular sometimes. We don’t care what it is, we just want it motherfucking out of our heads.

^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^

For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

2 Corinthians 12: 8,9

It’s raining here. Been raining most of the day. The thunder started only a few minutes ago.

Thorn in the Flesh

A bit early perhaps…but…meh. The Christmas decorations will start appearing in stores very soon.

^Cocteau Twins – Winter Wonderland (New Video)^

I dunno mangs and mangettes…this shit is confusing. Especially when people seem to be crossing this and that and everything else, which is understandable, and certainly much more understandable than when it’s opposite show’s its face. Yeah, those who try and unwind the winders. I mean, hell, I even understand that.

What I don’t understand? The violence. The force.

But I even understand that. 

Tho’ we are talking here…aren’t we? We’re not out marching in the streets en masse to demand this or demand that…are we? Can you unmix mixed paint(s)? Can you undraw a portrait? Can you unflow a river or unfill a sea? Can you unbreathe a breath or unbeat a heartbeat? See how easy it is to start to snake down the path of “ways to overcome via any and all means”? You can kill, you can dam, you can drain, you can burn, and you can prohibit, but on the whole, what have you done?

 Why? 

Only you can answers these questions. We all have dark spaces. Irrespective of whether or not we should have these spaces? They’re there. The light that illuminates them will dim, will darken, and will eventually cease.

I work well in the dark.

Do you?

Really?

Then what’s with the light?

^Elvis Presley – Rubberneckin’ (Official Music Video)^

Lessee…where was I…oh yeah…trying to figure out why my skin falls off by the bucket-load. But equally interesting is why it didn’t fall of for long periods of my life. Oh yeah…shampoos and soaps prolly had something to do with keeping that shit under control. Cause if there’s anything that needs to be under control, it’s us.

 Or something. I dunno what that means either. 

But yeah, I am and have been thinking about the cost of prohibiting our bodies from trying to do what they’re trying to do. I mean…you really don’t expect the power grid to be here years from now do you? Certainly not as it exists today. We’re getting something wrong somewhere. So where is it? Lurking in the realms of the “negligible”? That cannot be. Anything you can see or comprehend cannot be negligible…can it?

Which, speaking of can it and canning it, I mentioned something on my own blog recently about canning, and that got me to thinking about standards and standardizations, which got me to thinking about…wait a second here….surely this industrialization shit can’t last much longer…can it?

har har har
^David Bowie ~ Fame 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^

What I was thinking about specifically, was milk. We put a lot of pressure on these dairy-cows to produce a lot of milk. That got me to thinking about fats and oils, cold-pressing, friction and heat, which got me to thinking about these vacuum systems that we use to “harvest” the milk from these cows. Surely that can’t be good. All those rapid pressure changes, over and over, day after day? There HAS to be some ergonomics types of shit going on there that we’ve not previously considered.

“If you keep picking at that, it’s never gonna heal.”

^Cocteau Twins – How to Bring a Blush to the Snow^

This got me to thinking about bras, which got me to thinking about boobies, and I went and jerked-off while thinking of boobies. I then got to thinking about boo bees, and got to thinking about heat and temperature regulation “at room temperature”, which, for us, is 98.6°F – if I am doing my calculations correctly – so that got me to thinking about hormone production. But I keep…fucking…winding-up back at…is steel.

Namely, stainless steel. 

This shit don’t breathe well, and certainly not easily, nor is it as easy to clean as its name suggests. So…with that in mind, and considering some of its properties, why WOULDN’T stainless steel be a motherfucking magnet for all kinds of microbial life? Now…if that don’t get you to thinking about shape and shapes, I dunno what will. So let’s talk rabbits, and chasing them.

If you have a shotgun, you don’t need to chase rabbits.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^COCTEAU TWINS Frou – frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires^

What does steel contain?

Iron, and lots of it. 

Science tells us that “heavy shit” can only be produced in stars since it requires a fuckton of pressure to create these elements. O RLY?!?!?

Then what in the FUCK is it doing here? 

Oh…coalescing dust from exploded stars? Um…you are really gonna try and get me to sign off on, a star that is traveling God-knows how fast through our own galaxy, explodes at God-only knows what kinds of velocities…and yet…this shit somehow just…hangs around the point of nova? And more than that…the shit hangs around so fucking long, that it re-coalesces and does it again?

What have we omitted? 

Those that don’t. I mean, if we are plummeting through space, is it any wonder why someone might be able to see how a star could collect fucktons of “fuel” over trillions of years without missing a beat, nor really even losing any mass? Maybe it’s the particular trajectory and path that it is on that makes these types of stars so “special” in the way that we like to think about things. Maybe there’s an impeller and propeller type of dynamic that sometimes happens due to…oh say…relative proximation of forms and bodies containing…oh…something like…forms and bodies.

Q: Will that maybe help you with finding “earth-like” planets in your search and searches?

A: I dunno either.

Just a suggestion.

^Wings ~ Listen To What The Man Said 1975 Disco Purrfection Version^

HEY!!! I LIKE RAMBLING!!! CREATES HOLES IN MY GAPS IN THINKING!!!

So shutup or something 😛

Where was I…OH! I was in the zone.

(ba da ching)

There was a story that I stumbled across recently that had an image of a water-droplet hovering a needle…while in space…at the ISS. So that got me to thinking about its relative distance to and from Earth/Terra. That got me to thinking about…um…high explosives. Yeah…up in the kiloton and megaton range, and “atmospheric” testing.

Q: Which part of our atmosphere, is Terra Firma, not a part of?

A: The atmosphere itself? K...then remove it. Won't the structure and structures crumble?

I’m just wondering about the high-altitude atmospheric testing that has taken place. Nevermind the holes themselves, what I am thinking about, is all that shit that these detonations pushed out of the way. Nevermind the chemical and molecular/atomic and smaller reactions that happened up in an area/environment that we know absolutely fuckall about. And now, we are smearing layer after layer of all kinds of pollution and pollutants in the air that originated from underground. Yeah, under that layer that we just 86’d to see what was a part of what and where and when.

^Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis Jr ~ You Don’t Have To Be A Star 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^

Did you ever have a lawn that you got to burn the dry grass in the late-winter/early-spring? I wonder if that heat creates like…a vacuous kind of action, and has a drawing-up and/or out kind of effect on the soil(s)?

Just thinking out loud. 

Was watching a documentary on pre-Columbus America recently, and they were talking about the Native American peoples that used to burn the grasslands so that they would grow grasses and plants that attracted game. And they also talked about The Anasazi.

Anasazi

Ancestral Puebloans

Hey…if we ain’t talking people while talking all this other bullshit? Then what in the FUCK are we talking for? What are we even talking about?

^Andrea True Connection ~ More, More, More 1976 Disco Purrfection Version^

We in-terra-upt this disruption for an important-ish messyage…

Amanuensis
Secretary
Minutes
Court Reporter
Stenotype
Real-Time Transcription
Broadcasting
T-Shirt
Jersey (Fabric)
Channel Islands
Bailiwick of Guernsey
Privy Council of the United Kingdom
Privy
Outhouse
Deadly
Lethality (Redirected from Deadliness)

I’ll stop right there, since someone recently put something on my radar regarding some dude that lived somewhere at some time, and said something at some point to the effect of…

“The dose makes the poison”

The Dose Makes The Poison

Roob is gonna have to edit this nonsense, and being that it’s my first in a while that we’ll do together…I’ll wrap it up.

^Röyksopp – Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^

How can my testicles/scrotum properly and accurately regulate temperature(s) and/or pressure(s), when my junk is all crammed together into an inefficiency apartment, and I’m required to sit all day or do repetitive motions all day or whatever? Makes me think about clothing(s) of all kinds.

I can see why women like wearing thongs so much, cause there ain’t much there. Not that I am willing to start wearing underwear again in a thong configuration. My junk is too tiny/I couldn’t make a thong work. I did wear bikini-briefs for a while. Can’t wear regular-briefs at all, and can’t wear boxers all the time. Boxer briefs were pretty awesome when they finally started making those, but even that gets irritating.

So yeah…erm…testicular and glandular issues/irregularities and hormonal issues. I mean sure, my penis is kinda small, but I need it, and it’s neighbors. I dunno why, but I do. I think all that shit has more than one function or something.

^Goldfrapp – Systemagic (Official Video)^

We back on good speaking terms?

K cool.

I gotta run.

^Vitalic – Poison Lips (TRUE FULL HD)^

Entoptic Phenomenon
Facsimile
Purkinje Images
Image Scanner
Eye Tracking (Redirected from Eye tracker)
DNA Microarray
Gaze-Contingency Paradigm
Biochip
Eye Movement
Bioterrorism
Saccade
Biological Warfare
Frontal Eye Fields
Customary International Law
Supplementary Eye Field
Jurist
Salience (Neuroscience)
Legal Profession
Perception
Jurisdiction (Area)
Illusion
Jurisdiction
Depth Perception
Authority
Subjective Constancy
Deity
Sensation (Psychology)
Incorporeality
Psychophysics
Action at a Distance
What I did there...do you see it?

X Marks The Spot.

K…I really gotta go now.

^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^

cYacFa

^J. Cole – She Knows ft. Amber Coffman, Cults^

*******

*/furrows brow… Yeah, when Cade mentions junk, he’s not talking about food, Clicky…*

Have a pleasant evening, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😉

Oh Snap!

*Okay, Clicky… Let’s go there… /pats snout…*

Click

snap (v.) 1520s, of animals, “to make a quick bite,” from snap (n.). Meaning “to break suddenly or sharply” is first recorded c. 1600; the mental sense is from 1970s. Meaning “come into place with a snap” is from 1793. Meaning “take a photograph” is from 1890. U.S. football sense first recorded 1887. Related: Snappedsnapping. To snap the fingers is from 1670s. Phrase snap out of it recorded by 1907. Snapping turtle is attested from 1784. Snap-brim (adj.) in reference to a type of hat is from 1928.

So, Dear Reader, on Sunday night there was a mass shooting. From the Mandalay hotel, in Las Vegas, on the Strip. You may have seen it reported on Mainstream Media news. Blue Universe Frank, today, had a question about it’s length…

Why did it take police 72 minutes to locate the shooter? And why was his location only identified by a smoke alarm?

… And also wondered about the inexplicable warning given to concert goers beforehand…

One woman, who was at the Route 91 music event, claimed an unidentified woman had told other concert-goers they were “all going to die” after pushing her way to the front of the venue.

… Witch brings me to Red Frank. I wrote about a peculiar incident on MEROVEE last time at the LoL…

*That site is a bit like a house… a public house… /thinks… If Frank’s Red, Clicky, and a Leo, does that make Merovee the ‘Red Lion’? …/ponders and lights up…*

… After the argy-bargy with Goro on Thursday and Friday, Frank published a new post on Saturday… Re Member… No doubt referring to membership, a requirement for participation on Goro’s STR site…

Merovee Re Member

*Re: Member? …/puffs some more…*

… And then another on Sunday afternoon…

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*Oh yeah! …/stubs butt…*

Merovee Walls

…In which he stripped off and displayed his member…

pen is lighter

 

*/coughs uncontrollably…*

If you want to see for yourself – WARNING: could lead to impression or depression – you’ll just have to go visit MEROVEE, Dear Reader. And doo peruse the comments. For instance, TNT pointed out that on Friday, Blunder Boris of the Foreign Office made a right Johnson of himself…on camera…

TNT Brings Johnson Mandalay Caine and Connery

Coincidence? The MEROVEE post was published before the shooting started in Las Vegas…

Clicky Triggers

*Oh yeah… /lights up and rolls eyes…*

… by Stephen Paddock…

mini-horse-moving-backwards

snap (n.) late 15c., “quick, sudden bite or cut,” from Dutch or Low German snappen “to snap,” probably related to Middle Low German or Middle Dutch snavel “bill, beak,” from West Germanic *snu-, an imitative root forming words having to do with the nose (see snout).

As an adjective from 1790. Commonly used to indicate instantaneous action, as in snap judgment (1841). Sense of “quick movement” is first recorded 1630s; that of “something easily done” is 1877. Meaning “brief or sudden spell” of weather (usually cold) is from 1740. Meaning “catch or fastener that closes with a snapping sound” is from 1815. The card game name is attested from 1881, from a call used in the game. Meaning “a snap-shot” is from 1894. U.S. football sense is from 1912, earlier snap-back (1880), which also was a name for the center position. Snap, Crackle and Pop, cartoon characters associated with Kellogg breakfast cereal Rice Krispies, are from 1940.

Over at 0 ‘Edge we learn that the investigating police are still clueless as to the motive of a killer with 42 guns. As indeed are his family…

Eric Paddock, who lives in Orlando, Florida, said he was stunned to learn his brother was responsible, insisting that he must’ve “snapped.”

“We’re still just completely befuddled. Dumbstruck.”

snap-change-gif-250x250

*Quite so, Clicky, he appears to have been a lone wolf… /drags…*

*What did the Daleks unleash with their science fiction eh, Clicky? …/chuckles and smokes some more…*

Any hoo! Red Frank has a new post up…

Merovee The Strip

… And there’s bound to be lots more new stuff going on there. Clicky and I shall end this post here with a Song…

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*/stubs butt… Oh go on then, Clicky. Go get another one… /pats snout…*

… Or two 😉