Missive From ‘Merica: By Any Other Name…

Yesterday

Early hours of Monday Gang DM catch up

*That was very early hours of the day before, Clicky… But yeah!*

In the early hours of Monday morning, after spending Sunday evening watching ‘The Mummy’ (spoilers – Set Theories), and ‘Deadpool’ again because… Well, Thoughtful Man and I just love that film

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… I checked into Twitter DMs to find Leggy and Cade had shared some links with Poppy Sweet Pea and me…

*Ah, Matrix Vs Memento, Clicky… Best save that for another post…*

*/chortles…*

*I have GOT to get me a copy of that article about Richard Feynman to read…*

Scoob and Mystery Machine.gif

*/rolls eyes…*

Then much later, Cade made some observations about my LoL post…

Cade mentions Hex Game and Nash to Roob

*Hex… That’s red Vs blue again, Clicky…*

And then this morning, I read a news story about a flower… the oldest flower…

Get On With It

*Okay, okay! Sheesh, Clicky… I’m getting there…*

Catch your breath, Dear Reader, as a roller coaster of a  missive from Cade now follows…

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I'm gonna stumble here
^chicken dance song^

Someone punched me right in the fucking face this morning
^Black Line – SNAP (Official Video)^

Pellagra
Nicotinamide
Leaf Vegetable (Redirected from Green vegetables)
Pregnancy
Morgellons
Spina Bifida
Spontaneous Cerebrospinal Fluid Leak
Occipital Bone
Inhibitory Postsynaptic Potential
Inhibitor of Apoptosis
Bcl-2
Follicular Lymphoma
Inhibitor Cystine Knot
Cystine Knot
Cyclotide
Inhibitor
Freida J. Riley
Morgantown, West Virginia
René-Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle
Indianola, Texas
New Orleans
Movement
Toltec
Toltec Empire
Toltecayotl
Tolterodine
B3 Domain
Vascular Plant
Green Bean
Agave Americana
Agave

So…what’s all this about, you might ask. Welp…it’s about systems that exist outside systems that classify both. I got to watching a documentary about Mound Builders within The United States/North America, and just how desperately some interests in the 19th Century strove to connect those Mound Builders to the Toltecs and Aztecs.

Q: Why would a connection to present residents be avoided, in favor of a connection to extinct societies?

A: Safety in numbers? Even when those numbers are...zero?

That’s just a guess.

^Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius – The Chicken Dance^

Oh…and also, Roob pointed out that Rose was on a rampage over @ CFrank Davis’ blog.

 

Roob draws Cade's Attention to Rose's Roll

So, I being me, went and read what Rose had written about on this textual rampage of hers. I was particularly interested to see if it connected in any way, shape or form to the bullshit I’ve been pondering over the last few days…it didn’t.

BINGO!!!

DIRECT HIT!!!

OR MISS!!!

OR WHATEVER!!!
Connection via disconnect…
or something

Weird how that works, eh? But yeah, Pellagra got me to thinking about corn and corn meal that is used in dog food. That NOW has me thinking about fish food/fish meal like the shit they are feeding Bluefin Tuna in the tuna farms in The Mediterranean. THAT got me to thinking about travel and spin, which got me to thinking about farms and farming, and especially as that relates to modern/industrialized farming.

Q: What is the difference between modern farming in 6,000 BC and modern farming in 2017CE?

A: Is the answer...nothing?

We have more connections to dirt(s) and soil(s) than we prolly give credit for. Prolly why some pregnant women would crave dirt when pregnant. My granny used to specify “cellar dirt”…it had to be cellar dirt.

^Shemian – Happy Swingin` (Free Download)^
Sanxingdui
Hanging Coffins
Bo People (China)
Exonym and Endonym
Loloish Languages
Lachi People
Lachi Language
Tai–Kadai Languages
Kolol, Dashti (Redirected from Kolal-e Bala)
Ola
Casa Linda Estates, Dallas (Redirected from Ola, Texas)
White Rock Lake
White Rock Creek
White Rock

Chronic…alcoholism. Sounds redundant.

^Jacknife Lee – Making Me Money (switch remix)^

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Sustainable and NetZero living.

Sounds unsustainable

Zero-Energy Building (Redirected from Net-zero building)

Yeah…I can nitpick this shit to death. But the concept of someone building something for someone from nothing, that costs nothing and does nothing is kinda right up my alley (no pun intended-ish).

I gotta give some props tho. At least people are trying. Not that I see any issues with Marxist types of thinking as it relates to polar opposites or anything. I mean, do you really understand your own line of thinking via both sides of polar thinking? Because if you do, you are prolly something else entirely, and not one or the other.

These concepts that we base our lives on were so fucking fleeting, that they pretty much only existed in theory at the point of their creation, and that’s the best that they could or will ever be. There’s a freedom in that thought tho. A freedom to grow and change. Maybe that’s why the gods were always a little more patient than we give them credit for in the mythology that surrounds them.

That mythology is a redux…right? Lots of things omitted for time and space constraints?

 There's a poetry to that thought
^Earthship Underground House Tour- Sustainable and Net Zero Living…^

I guess I don’t see how legislation can ever get better if it omits the very people that it is intended to serve. That puts a hell of a strain on the executive and judicial branches irrespective of the type or types of government that utilize these streams.

There’s been some mentions of The Roman Empire here and there, and how this empire never really crumbled or went away. But the Roman Empire was built on something. The nations and empires that Rome conquered were built on something. I get the feeling that rigid and rigidity were not concepts used no matter how long its constituents touted that these empires would last. To me, that’s signal number one as to the battle between rigid rigidity, and fluid rigidity, especially as rigidity pertains to fluidity.

What do I mean by that? 

Welp…ever been hit by a wall of water? No?

Ever belly-flopped into a swimming pool or some other body of water? No?

Ever bumped into someone else? Maybe?

It’s still a body of water. So…in my thinking anyway…Non-Newtonian Fluid(s) takes on a whole new meaning there. Especially as that relates to “the body” along some more mystical lines. Fountain of Youth, water of life, etc.. Lotta energy and energies at work there holding a lot of shit together and keeping other things apart in doing so. I think even that Yahweh-Yoyo mentioned something about dividing the this from the that…but I can’t remember where I read that.

 😉
^deadmau5 – Rio (2017 Edit) [Unreleased]^

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I got to talking to Roob a bit about my immediate thoughts on this Pellagra comment of Rose’s at Frank’s blog, and especially my thoughts as Pellagra relates to Morgellons.

Cade: Yeah. Pellagra. Sounds way familiar. Poor man’s Leprosy.

RooBeeDoo: But curable 😉

Thinking about her statement now, I must wonder…

"yeah...but how many times and/or how often is it curable?"

What really buzzed my head was this thought about Polio and it’s cure. Smallpox and it’s cure. The common-cold and it’s remedies. Shit like that. How long is something considered cured until it is so irrelevant that it is forgotten about completely?

Anthrax is prolly gonna be our best friend along these lines of thinking since Anthrax can sit in the soil for God only knows how long. And yes, I am thinking more along the lines of “untreated soil” here, meaning that nothing is done to soil to attempt to rid that soil of Anthrax and/or the conditions that favor or produce it. Completely eradicate Anthrax on Earth/Terra, and suddenly certain sectors of your bio-weapons divisions are unemployed and the revenue streams they produced are gone. So the question gets kinda simple here for a second, and it pretty much goes straight to but one point…

Q: God…what in the fuck do you want with me?

A: ???

I ain’t even gonna attempt an answer there, and feel like an idiot for even thinking about that question.

^Eisenfunk – Pong^

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The concept of forgetting has been on my mind, but I keep forgetting to bring it up. Especially as this relates to intelligence, and more specifically, Artificial Intelligence. But just this week, there was some news story about some group having to shut down the AI section of it’s whatever for whatever reason(s).

"Hey kid!!! I don't likes the ways you is behavin'!!! You gets a time-out!!!"

Can you imagine how painful wrestling with the construct of forgetting would be? And yeah, I’m talking more from The Creator standpoint along the lines of “The Original Article” and the original concept itself. Prolly why I was so hateful in chastising a programmer who would not condescend to counting to ten for the first time for and/or with any of these “A.I.” creations of theirs. If you don’t love, what in the FUCK are you doing this for?

Anyway, Vertigo and Alzheimer’s are on the agenda, and there are going to be some tie-ins to regret going on there. Even a power plant has breakers and/or circuits that are designed to fail in the event of an overload. I wonder if part of the fault lay in the ability for these circuits to be replaced and breakers reset?

Meh…anyway…yeah…I can imagine that imagining what it is to forget would be a damn rough concept to tangle with from a creative construct standpoint. I can see quite the tango going on there with sanity/insanity/salvation and regret/compunction/empathy. Include some time in there and those constructs don’t seem quite so scary…and at the same time…yeah…much scarier.

^Boy 8 Bit – Fogbank (Jack Beats Remix)^

Oh well…opportunity missed.

Live and learn I guess.

Better luck next time.

Whatever.

^Lady Sovereign – Jigsaw [Remix] Jack Beats^

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Someone made reference to a mention that someone had talked about a certain part of a concept that was mentioned recently somewhere else, they then passed the whatever along to me.

Merovee->The Turing Test->RooBeeDoo->Alice and Bob->Me

Q: Why not Malice and Boo?

A:?¿?

There’s prolly gonna be certain standards that are setup as bait. Disbelievers who don’t necessarily want to believe…they want to see. So yeah…bait. I’m thinking along the lines of “sacred symbols” and “ancient hidden whatever” and shit like that, but it’s also not quite that simple.

I mean yeah, it’s JUST that simple, but there’s more to it as well. Many shapes and forms that are being duplicated/copied or whatever, for whatever reason(s), some under the guise and guises of knowing, and some not so much. What am I rambling about? OK…think of it like this…

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Now…if you wanna use a star shape on some new company and/or product of yours, I would recommend that using the above, even as a model, is prolly not in your best interests. Anything remotely close to that is prolly going to get a legal challenge at some point or points…(ba da ching)…and this legal challenge will come when it is most advantageous and financially viable, for them, to pursue this legal action.

O/T: Anyone else notice that there are three stars there and not one? Which makes four stars really and not three nor one...but...yeah or whatever.
^Rone – Bye Bye Macadam (Official Video)^

Prolly gonna be some bits on founding and foundations here, especially as that relates to the inability of an individual to create their own foundation for their own house/home because of the foundation(s) of another or others.

To relate…if “so-and-so” is “Mr./Mrs. Whoever” in documentation(s) and/or any sort of official communication(s)…but is known around the office as “Douchebag McFuckface”…there’s a problem there. Unless of course your own organization allows and promotes employees to makeup monikers for each other…calling your President/CEO “Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” to their face….for example. But even that doesn’t make it OK…does it? Well…ya gotta get kinda international with your interpretation of slang there. I mean, thinking about it now…”Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” in The UK kinda translates to “GF w/Perks McCigaretteWeirdo”…or thereabouts.

/shrug
^”DIAMONDS” by XORDOX^

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Back on the AI business, there are going to be conservative types (even if those conservatives are liberals in certain aspects) that are going to agree with my child-like approach to creation(s)/creating(s) of this type, and are going to make parent/child connections with respect to the care-levels. But I would caution there. If you start getting all hateful and snotty under the premise of what good parenting is, I’m just gonna reference some trends and trending that you prolly aren’t going to like.

This ain’t about stats…it’s about relationships and relating, and not just/only with relatives. It’s about being nice and being thoughtful. Not all the time…but yeah…all the time. But that’s your choice, not mine. I only work here.

^To Scale: The Solar System^

X: Can you really not remember where you read about this “Yahweh-YoYo”?

Cade: Nope.

X: …

Cade: Cahokia

X: What exactly does that have to do with anything?

Cade: I dunno what it has to do with anything. But I have some ideas as to what it has to do with everything.

X: Sacred Geometry, eh?

Cade: I guess so. Just makes these “extinction level events” that are so goddamn popular within the scientific vernacular make more sense.

Z: You sure about that?

Cade: Well…yeah…to be honest…it does.

X: How exactly?

Cade: Time.

X: …

^MISSIO – Middle Fingers^

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Coupla documentaries here that are pretty damn interesting. The documentary on Jules Verne was more like a 1+ hour commercial for Freemasons and their ideology than it was a documentary about Jules Verne, but it was still interesting. I think I’ve tried to watch the one on Celtic Crosses quite a few times now, but have yet to get through it. I’m currently 36 minutes in, and it’s 2 hours long…

kinda like my penis
^Extraordinary Voyages of Jules Verne: An Odyssey from the Sea to the Air, From the Earth to the Moon^
^The Cross of Thoth – Conspiracy Behind the Cross – Revelation about Forbidden Knowledge – WATCH NOW!^

BOO: When am I going to die?

CADE: Tomorrow.

BOO: Really?

CADE: Yes.

BOO: OK…well…if I’m not dead tomorrow, I’m gonna find you, and we’re gonna have some words.

CADE: Fair enough, but that won’t change my answer.

^Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles^

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Just thinking about the concept of creating competence via incompetence. All that flip-flopping circular logic isn’t nearly as appealing when specificity starts getting specific. Especially as these specificities relate personally, and especially especially as the specificities relate personally via our actions past, present and future.

As a creator, going to be lots of hypocritical types of thinking there as it relates to self-evaluation. When you start thinking about associations and associating…things are going to get all kinds of wack. Especially as you create edifices that are specifically designed to fail, and going to be all kinds of additional thoughts to think about with respect to the hows and whys. In the financial markets, a company designed and created to fail in order to boost profits in a “competitor” which you also own…welp…it ain’t going to affect just and only that end/those ends. Gonna be a lot of ends and ending going on prior to the money shot.

^MYNC Project – Something On Your Mind (Switch Remix)^

So yeah…you create a computer/computer system specifically designed to tell you where the remaining Wonka Golden Ticket is located, then you get pissed off when this system refuses to deliver. I’d say that a rampage is in order.

Have fun
^Simian Mobile Disco – Sleep Deprivation^

If you aren’t giving consideration to existing systems, you’re doing it wrong. Associated systems are just that…even if you specifically disassociate you and your efforts from certain systems. Now you’ve compounded your problem by including it for exclusion. So yeah…loops and loopholes.

It’s like crushing a flower just because you can. Knowing that you can crush this flower, all you have to do is decide what you are going to do and how. That leaves only actually doing it. Been thinking about this a lot lately with respect to Jesus’s/Yeshua’s assertion that if you commit murder in your heart, you’ve committed murder. I understand the concept, but I think there is more about leaving judgement in the hands of the judge in that case, as it relates to the individual. “Murder” is a pretty broad topic considering how narrow the concept itself is.

But who in the fuck wants to sit around and ponder the concept of murder all the time? Ain’t choo got nothing better to do?

Q: Now what?

A: Oh yeah...we had us a flower to crush. Or were we still deciding on whether or not to crush it?
^Dr. John – Right Place Wrong Time^

If the attitudes, modes and methods for “dealing with mental health issues” do not themselves change quickly and radically…welp…there’s a fuckton of irony going on there ain’t there? Same can be said for injury and illness. Lotta wildly varying opinions about time and times all of a sudden like, eh?

Yeah...some funky shit
^Emmanuel Jal – Warchild^
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^LORN – ANVIL [Official Music Video]^

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The first seed plant—the group that includes flowering plants and cone-bearing ones—likely emerged about 320 million years ago, when there were diverse animals on land and at sea, but not yet dinosaurs, mammals or birds.

The oldest-known fossils of flowering plants date from about 140 million years ago—during the age of the dinosaurs which went extinct some 66 million years ago.

Since then, the first flower has evolved into at least 300,0000 species that include almost all plant types used by people for food, medicine and other purposes, said the research team.

Flowering plants represent about 90 percent of all plants on Earth.

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I dunno about you, Dear Reader, but after that I’m feeling kinda zen

Feynman 137 Flower

Have a Song ❤

 

Doesn’t Matter If…

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Shake Sphere’s Othello has made the news headlines, Dear Reader. Well, it is the silly season

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…A cryptic remark in a freudulent conversation…

black (adj.)Old English blæc “absolutely dark, absorbing all light, the color of soot or coal,” from Proto-Germanic *blakaz “burned” (source also of Old Norse blakkr“dark,” Old High German blah “black,” Swedish bläck “ink,” Dutch blaken “to burn”), from PIE *bhleg- “to burn, gleam, shine, flash” (source also of Greek phlegein “to burn, scorch,” Latin flagrare “to blaze, glow, burn”), from root *bhel- (1) “to shine, flash, burn.”

white (adj.) Old English hwit “bright, radiant; clear, fair,” also as a noun (see separate entry), from Proto-Germanic *hwitaz (source also of Old Saxon and Old Frisian hwit, Old Norse hvitr, Dutch wit, Old High German hwiz, German weiß, Gothic hveits), from PIE *kweid-o-, suffixed form of root *kweit- “white; to shine” (source also of Sanskrit svetah “white;” Old Church Slavonic sviteti “to shine,” svetu “light;” Lithuanian šviesti “to shine,” svaityti “to brighten”). 

*Ah ‘Shining Words‘, Clicky… /thinks… and forwards and backwards…*

The game Reversi was invented in 1883 by either of two Englishmen (each claiming the other a fraud), Lewis Waterman or John W. Mollett (or perhaps earlier by someone else entirely), and gained considerable popularity in England at the end of the nineteenth century. The game’s first reliable mention is in the August twenty-first 1886 edition of The Saturday Review. Later mention includes an 1895 article in The New York Times: “Reversi is something like Go Bang, and is played with 64 pieces.”

In 1893, the German games publisher Ravensburger started producing the game as one of its first titles. Two 18th-century continental European books dealing with a game that may or may not be Reversi are mentioned on page fourteen of the Spring 1989 Othello Quarterly, and there has been speculation, so far without documentation, that the game has older origins.

Let’s go back a bit… to Friday and a DM conversation with Cade about Washington DC…

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening

… Creativity and physics

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 2

snoopy stamps

*Um… Knot that kinda stamps, Clicky…*

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 3

*I was thinking of his “how many apples” example…”

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 4

*Orange (c/o Stephen King via Dick Halloran) is the smell of Shining, Clicky…*

*Clicky, Orange wasn’t used as a colour name until the 1540s…/looks smug…*

Flaming Orange

*/squints… The end of the world as we know it?*

snoopy sticks

*You wanna go? Oh okay… /rolls eyes… I suppose it is getting late…*

Dear Reader, this post is far too long without even being close to being finished. I haven’t touched on Leggy’s one finger apple trick, demonstrated in Frank’s Smoky Drinky bar on Saturday night…

funny mummy

*Or the movie I watched on Sunday night…*

Another time then, Dear Reader. So for now, have a Song…

 

Missile From ‘Merica: Incoming!

BOOM!

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An ultrapowerful, superfast explosion in space is providing new insight into how dying stars turn into black holes.

An international team of researchers looked at a gamma-ray explosion called GRB 160625B that brightened the sky in June 2016. Gamma-ray bursts are among the most powerful explosions in the universe, but they are typically tough to track because they are very short-lived (sometimes lasting just a few milliseconds).

“Gamma-ray bursts are catastrophic events, related to the explosion of massive stars 50 times the size of our sun,” said Eleonora Troja, lead author of the new study and an assistant research scientist in astronomy at University of Maryland. “If you ranked all the explosions in the universe based on their power, gamma-ray bursts would be right behind the Big Bang.”

The Okie Devil shared the above article with me this evening. Only yesterday, Red Frank in MEROVEE included black and white holes in his latest post

A new missive, now, from Cade, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoy exploring it as much as I enjoyed formatting it, and as much as Cade enjoyed writing it… Fuck it! Enjoy! ❤

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Hi & Howdy and all that normal shit.

Let’s get down to bidness.
The only way to do that?
Yeah...a song.

A motherfucking good song for you motherfuckers.

^Cee Lo Green – FUCK YOU^

Cade: Hi!

X: WOAH!!!

Cade: …<disappears in the confusion>

X: Who the hell was THAT?!?!?

Z: Don’t know yet.

A: Didn’t get the opportunity to know.

0: Allow me. Anyone wanna assist?

T: I don’t think so.

B: I’ll help find him.

X: Him? So…you know who it is?

B: I know who it was. Who it IS …once we locate him again, that’s another story.

0: Work on that voice biggie.

X: Workin’ on it.

Cade: Howdy.

X: Oh…it’s you.

Cade: Yep. Thanks for the ride.

X: No problem.

0: I’m gonna disagree on merit seeing as we had to pick up the pieces, but that’s a conversation for another time.

T: I think I’d be willing to join in on that one.

Cade: Thanks.

T: np.

Cade: And thanks for finding me.

B: I found you first.

T: Did not.

B: Did too.

T: Did not.

Cade: Does it matter?

B: Maybe.

T: Agreed.

Cade: Do I need to be here for this?

X: Maybe.

Z: Agreed.

A: Concur.

0: Decidedly undecided <yawn>

Cade: <le yikes>

X: What are you going on about?

Cade: I have no idea. Just taking it as it comes.

X: Been kinda…weird, over the last few days has it?

Cade: Just a shade.

X: Shade is always good in the summertime in Texas.

Cade: Thanks for the rain…it was marvelous.

X: Any…special requests?

T: Just because he made them, doesn’t mean he’ll get them.

Cade: They weren’t for me.

B: Doesn’t matter.

Cade: I can see that.

G: BUT!!! Does that matter?

Cade: Obviously not…but yeah…obviously so.

Z: Now…how exactly can that be?

Cade: It isn’t. Not yet anyway.

A: So…it’ll land somewhere?

Cade: Sure. It came to me, I augmented it, sent it back, so why wouldn’t it land somewhere?

X: So…where we have arrived at is…

Cade: The concept of “something from nothing”.

C: And you would like to augment that with…

Cade: Something from nothing is really something from somewhere.

X: Does it matter from where?

Cade: Sometimes.

A: But you aren’t fond of that principle’s rigid enforcement?

Cade: If it was a question then, and is a question now, why wouldn’t it always be a question.

X: There’s nothing new…it’s just new to you. Is that what you are saying?

Cade: Sorta.

0: Who does that tend to…highlight.

Cade: Whoever is asking the question.

X: Good show.

Cade: Thanks. Every ride is different.

Z: Similar is not always equal to same?

Cade: They’re just basic principles. Not even that really. They’re already rigid, and a fuzzy layer on top of that is just as rigid as anything else.

X: So…focus?

Cade: Sure. But what about need?

B: Maybe that’ll help a bit in determining what is need and what is want.

Cade: It helps me. But I still cannot answer a question that I am not asked.

X: Hmmm. I’ll see what I can do.

Cade: Not necessary, but whatever. Standing by.

X: …

^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Gimme Back My Wig – Montreux 1982^
Steganography

Hmmm…what an interesting…erm…thing.

The wallpaper in “my” bathroom has roses on it. These roses all have eyeballs in them. It’s kinda funny to think about choosing a wallpaper like this for a bathroom, spending all the time and effort that hanging wallpaper requires, and then after some time of sitting on the can and looking at these painted roses, you notice that they are looking back at you while you are peeing and/or taking a dump.

^Lily Allen – Fuck You^

This reminded me of something someone told me when I was younger…

“If it is from the hand of man, there is deception in it.”

And why wouldn’t there be? Ever tried to paint a picture of a rose? Maybe this is why I sometimes hate museums and art galleries. These places are more about what is NOT there, than what IS there.

To relate…take the previous sentence. It contains two words that are textually accentuated…NOT, and IS. I sometimes struggle with this textual formatting, grammatical rules, and acceptable/unacceptable formatting standards… right down to socially fucking acceptable and morally motherfucking ethical means and methods of expression.

I have no problem at all with social graces when navigating your own socializing streams and ponds…but you’re on my ground now. I wonder if that courtesy is returned?

^Soundgarden – Big Dumb Sex [Studio Version]^

I’m really not an angry person. I’m not mad either. Not a rager.

I am WAY motherfucking past all those things.

I am a fully functioning, walking, talking ball of fury.

That’s why I’m almost always happy and abhor violence.

Maybe trying to placate rage and anger, luring it out into the open via some goofy channels, all so that you can slay these things, is part of the problem.

^Kelis – Milkshake^

Roob kinda mentioned something along these lines via some YouTube clips from a sitcom called Frasier. She mentioned that Niles, Frasier’s brother, is a Jungian, and Frasier is a Freudian.

I have no problem with these concepts tangling and being at odds with each other. But at some points, they have to shake hands. That’s where I live.

I find both types of thinking fascinating, but both omit people like me. It’s like the pyramids at Giza. There are three of them. The Trinity. There are three of them (plus or minus a few other players). Disagreement seems to be necessary most of the time.

What I don’t understand, is this…erm…”concept of compromise” we’ll call it. It’s defined by the Left and Right, but the fucks in the middle don’t get a voice in that choice. You fucks are under the impression that we in the middle want you assholes to kill each other so that we can win without firing a shot. Welp, that don’t sound too bad with respect to “no shots fired”…but that’s why I am, where I am in the first place.

I’m sick of your violence – the Left is just as violent and bloodthirsty as the Right. I can accept that, and I have accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that I am a product of both sides, therefore I have just as much potential as the rest of you fucks.

Just like everyone else.

Make yourself better. 

Leave me the fuck alone.

^Fuck You-Sleeping With Sirens Cover (Punk Goes Pop)^

I re-watched the film, below, yesterday. I’ve seen it before, and it is a beautiful look at, and into, our world and worlds. But it really got me to thinking about privacy.

Me and Roob got to chatting a bit today about that concept, and something she mentioned about privacy recently really got my head to buzzing. Not to mention that weird ass-article that LegIron recently wrote about “the mark of the beast“. Not that I would ever expect any clarity out of that topic since it’s a fucking nightmare of a concept to ponder, but I’m really wondering about those “freedoms we take for granted”, that are only popular when someone is yelling at you about what an ungrateful little shit you are.

Anyway, lots of brief glimpses into some worlds within our world in the movie below. It’s quite a beautiful watch of a film. Especially when you consider that it was made 25 years ago.

^Baraka – 1992 [ Documentary ]^

More than 300 data reels, some from Apollo-Era missions, were discovered in a deceased Pennsylvania man’s basement, FOIA documents reveal.

Isn’t this an old story? I mean…yeah…we’re talking about old shit from the faked Apollo Moon landings being found in some dead dude’s basement…but like…old. The story is dated “Jul 18 2017, 1:18pm” and says that this shit was found back in December of 2015, but I seem to recall similar stories that are much older than that. Anyway, what kinda struck me was these pictures of this equipment and their “condition.”

Q: I wonder what condition they would be in at the bottom of some landfill?

A: a) worse, b) better, c) irrelevant, d) fill in the blank, e) all of the above.

Anyway, point being, the government has no money to expend on keeping shit like this, no matter how historical it may be considered. I mean, do you REALLY think, that someone at NASA in 1969 was thinking about the historical significance of Eugene Krantz’s ashtray in July of 1969? I mean yeah, someone prolly was…but that shit gets expensive over time. And real estate prices being what they are…  Pfffft… We don’t have the space to dedicate 10 square feet to house someone’s ashtray in some display in some museum. Ironic…eh?

^Fuck This Shit I’m Out^
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.

Feel free to follow that rabbit hole as deep as you want. But just keep in mind that when you find the end, yeah, you’ll be there too, and may even be the only person there…so…whatever.

Just sayin' 

And…thinking about it now…I think I’ve said this before. But…whatever. You fucks repeat yourselves. And some of your fucks repeat yourselves too. Those who repeat themselves are doomed to repeat it, or something like that. Lemme work on it and I’ll get back to ya.

^Why you asking all them questions (Song only No intro)^

While we are waiting to listen to the next song, that you may or may not be listening to…lets do something I normally don’t do. Wait…if I normally do something…does that normalize what I do?

That's a creepy thought, eh? 

Especially when you make the loop from good to evil and back to good that leads right back to evil. Not implying that good normalizes evil or vice versa…that concept is already about as concrete as you can get.

That leaves only the verbs to define, as they apply to the nouns. I mean, as it applies to application. You get new eggs in, and expect them to absorb at the same rate as you.

Kinda...dicey...ain't it? 

I mean, how many people that you consider as ‘wise’ do you have in your life? I’m not talking smart as much as wise. I can memorize the whole goddamn Bible, which might make me smart, but it doesn’t make me wise. Gotta get out and skin my knees a bit in order to turn those smarts into wisdom.

So…patience.

Or patients?

Or both?
When?

You got the time for that kind of trouble and troubles?

I do.

But that’s my problem…not yours.

^Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B. (Official)^

Southend United trio are doubts for Brighton friendly.

The headline/text to the link that I clicked on via a story about “Plonkers” read…

“Blues Trio are doubts for Brighton friendly”

Hmmm…two headlines for the price of one. Or maybe there is a distorted echo in here or something.

Bait and switch could be cited here.

Doubletalk as well.

But then, the banner at the bottom of the page instructing me to turn my adblocker off?

Q: Since when do you get to tell me how I choose to surf the web?

A: ???

So I guess we are all fucking over the topic of metrics and aggregation… So, penny pinching. Being frugal. Responsible accounting? Or being accountable?

Welp…what put you into a position to announce your intentions of “being responsible”? Irresponsibility? Is this how we deal with guilt? I mean, thinking about it in the terms that I am, with respect to shared responsibility, guilt and accountability, I’m all for it. Spread it thin and wide so it’s not quite so damn painful.

But it seems to me that the pain was already there, so you can spread it as wide as you want…mass is mass…right? Which is going to lead us right back to what got us into this mess in the first place because we are still thinking in the same mode and modalities via a different application and/or applications.

There are many paths, but only one certainty, and even that one single certainty is uncertain. I dunno bout choo…but that speaks motherfucking VOLUMES to me.

^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Hideaway/Rude Mood – Montreux 1982^

Then there is this gem…

Hunting knife found in bush

Q: Where else would “a hunting knife” be found, other than “the bush”?

A: ???

Sounds like there has been “a knife crackdown” in Essex as of late…so…yeah…good job. I guess hunting has been outlawed. Now go find the murderous bastard who put it under that bush. That should lead you to where they bought it, which should in turn lead you to who the retailer got it from.

Before long, you should be able to track down who made it, which should also lead to who provided the machinery and materials to make such a knife. This should help you track down who sold the land to this knife manufacturer, as well as who transported the materials hither and yon.

This should lead to the real culprit, which will help us define the intentions of all involved, up to, and including yourself, and who gave you this job and/or assignment.

Or did you take it upon yourself?
^Riak – How you want me to^

Have I run everyone off? Or are you still reading? Oh…you were just contemplating stopping reading? Welp…just remember this before you bail on me.

My oldest son will be 22 in a few months. If he is going to make it into Harvard by the age of 40, I have to start saving some money NOW!!! There can be no delay in starting to save some money. I don’t think he’d be willing to wait for Harvard until the age of 50. He’d prolly want to go to some second-rate school like MIT or Stanford or UNT. Not that he’s expressed an interest in music or anything, but he is a damn fine bass player and he’s gotten phenomenal on the guitar as well.

BUT HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT GOING TO HELP MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?

No university is going to accept some saggy old 45+ year old granny if my oldest can’t get into school until he’s 50!!! Plus…there’s another kid waiting to go to school after him and her.

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU STOP READING THIS?!?!?!?

I’m revoking your membership.

Leave and never return.

Effective immediately… after a few more paragraphs or so.

^Churchill – Change^

I try to keep my mind off the cryptic shit. It’s like trying to find a box, just so you can open it, and you have no fucking clue what is in that box. Now, let’s reverse that. What was so interesting about the chase? Did you know any-fucking-thing during any of that time? Oh yeah…we’re back to A->B | B->A types of thinking. Sounds like a road to hell and back.

Q: If the road leads to and from hell, what was the point of origin?

A: ?¿?
^The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]^

I like music.

It makes my nipples hard.

I hope that appeals to you.
If not, maybe the following song will help with the nightmares.
Maybe not.
^Portugal. The Man – “Feel It Still” (Official Video)^

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Not trying to brainwash you. Not trying to braindirty you either. I mean…you wanted to know about this shit. Or at least, you wanted to know about the shit that you didn’t already know. What in the fuck makes you think that I know it?

I get the feeling that there is a flame that burns so fucking hot, that it makes the hottest of hells seem like ice. Yeah…I’m talking a hot that makes the highest heat that Kelvin can measure look like the far right end of a decimal with a shitload of zeros in front of it. And it’s tiny. And I do mean tiny.

How tiny? 

Imagine the entirety of existence that we can imagine being the distance between your two hands placed about two feet apart in front of you. Now, place a single atom of Hydrogen in the middle of that space. Now…we are going to spread your hands from one side of The Universe to the other, and while we are doing this, we are going to shrink this single atom of Hydrogen to scale. Yeah…the further your hands move apart, the smaller this single atom gets, and it will never grow larger than it’s original size when you started at two feet apart. By the time that your hands reach the opposite sides of The Universe, this single particle is so absolutely tiny, that it could never be found, and there is only one in the entirety of existence.

^Raise A Little Hell – Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band^

Imagine looking for a single grain of sand located somewhere in the entirety Universe. By comparison, in what I described above, you’d be lucky to have a particle so large to seek.

The question remains...what are you really after? 

Don’t discount yourself or sell yourself short. If you are able to do that (stop discounting yourself) maybe some of the dynamics of things that I think that science is about to start stumbling across won’t be so damn scary as to their uniqueness. Especially as these dynamics and differences relate to sameness. Gotta keep in mind that you guys and gals within these high towers of science are going to be alone in your wonder and amazement much, if not most, of the time.

We plebs aren’t allowed access to your ivory towers of knowledge, and even if you grant access, would anyone even show up? You’ve been pricks and snobs within a system that allows it for a long time. You have nothing to deliver. You’re gonna have to face that at some point. Maybe if you’d stop trying to deliver something, we’d all get along a shade better.

It’s a tough row to hoe…no doubting that. But more of the same is…well…more of the same, just more of it. More of more means less than you might think.

^Shakey Graves – Late July^

We’re here…and so is everything else. You can’t give me what I already have. So…if you are going to now compare what you have with what I have, as some measure of success, think about that tiny particle.

If we both had to work together to find it, in order to resolve our differences in a less-standard manner… Welp, comparisons like that aren’t going to help us in that regard, because it distances us, and makes our objective more distant still.

^CONTROLLED BLEEDING – The Fodder Song^
I wonder if water can burn?

X: Why on Earth would you wonder something like that?

Cade: I dunno. I thought that was the point of wondering?

X: <grumble>

0: He has a point.

Cade: Bait…not taken.

0: I meant you dummy.

Cade: I remain skeptical.

Z: Skeptics never get anywhere.

Cade: Shut up.

Z: Now that was just uncalled for.

Cade: I was just minding my own business…wondering if water would burn.

X: Speak of burning water, and it shall appear.

Cade: FUCKING ROFL!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?

X: Saw it on a bathroom wall.

Cade: Ay yi yi…I don’t want to know.

X: Ever peed fire?

Cade: Wait…I can’t wonder about burning water…and YOU want to discuss VD?

X: Not really…I was just wondering if you’ve ever peed fire.

T: I can’t wait to hear this.

Cade: I had a case of “Honeymooner’s Disease” once.

0: Men don’t get Honeymooner’s Disease”.

Cade: Welp…they did back in 1986.

X: Having a lot of sex were you?

Cade: Um…yeah. Me and my girlfriend at the time were going at it quite a bit for a coupla weeks there.

X: Think there was more to that infection than just loads of unprotected sex over a two week period?

Cade: Welp, I have had a few nasty injuries to my junk, and I have a rather small urethra on a rather unimpressively sized penis…so…I think the doctor was correct. He sure seemed to think he was correct.

X: Didn’t feel…”complete”…this infection…is that what you are saying?

Cade: Yep. Like it was just…not very far in. Reminded me of some injuries that I have had that have made me pee blood or just bleed from my penis.

Z: What I want to know…is why are you talking about this at all?

Cade: I dunno…it just…came up.

Z: Bah…Humbug…Duh…Ching.

X: Pfftt…

0: Antibiotics. You were headed to antibiotics.

Cade: She had her body chemistry, I had mine. We were fucking like rabbits daily for weeks.

X: She had no issues?

Cade: Not until I asked.

X: Ouch. That had to hurt.

Cade: Yeah. Tried to be tactful, but…no real way to be tactful about that.

X: …

Cade: I just asked…it was all I could do.

Honeymoon Cystitis

Urinary Tract Infection

So yeah…burning water. One more reason to not fuck me, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever. I’m all used up and tainted by foreign vaginas, and God only knows who they’ve been fucking.

Or whatever.
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^

At some point…we all become an old dishrag.

All washed up.

The plates are looking clean tho.

I used plenty of soap.

Enjoy your dinner.

^Shakey Graves – Roll the Bones – Audiotree Live^

 

However high and big you get, it WILL crumble. Don’t think so?

Q: Did it come from pieces?

A: !!!?¿?¿?!!!

Yeah…that’s what I thought.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Hustler^
cYacFa
^A Split•Second – Colonial Discharge^

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Zen Pencils Feynman 66

Box of Mystery…

Upon arriving home from work earlier, I found I’d had an unexpected delivery, Dear Reader…

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*What? No, not a baby, Clicky! How the fuck d’ya arrive at baby?*

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*No, I know how to arrive at a baby, Clicky… /splutters… Just shut up will ya and let me tell the story…*

…A care package had come in the post from my good friend Poppy Sweet Pea…

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*/sings… Sweet peas are made of these… /shakes head… Clicky! What’s with you tonight? Got fun up your ‘ole tonight or sumfing?*

… A neatly packed cardboard box that Loopy had helpfully opened. It was filled with good things – homemade ‘Bounty’ bars, German nougat, treats for the pup, South Korean face masks, a *cries with laughter* cup 

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*… cuddly toy… NO! Clicky, not a cuddly toy, for goodness sake…*

… And some heavenly scented bath wotsits, one in the shape of Dave

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*Yeah, it’s a good story… Like the rest of the tales in The Underdog Anthology…*

“Oh my god,” I said biting into a properly sized chocolate and coconut sweetie. “This is delicious! I’m gonna have to make something now to send back.”

Thoughtful Man laughed. The idea must have tickle him because he carried on laughing.

Loopy, who’d been hovering around the box of goodies, gingerly sniffed at the smelly flamingo – he’s at that awkward teenage, allergic-to-baths stage. “You can always make her a sandwich,” he suggested helpfully.

“A sandwich? I can’t make her a sandwich!”

“Oh,” Loopy said dropping the flamingo back in the box. “Well, can you make me one?”

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*I’ll have to think of sumfing, Clicky…*

I am now going to try out one of the face masks, Dear Reader, so I’ll CYA…

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*Or sooner…*

… Have a Song… 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Sunday Swagger

The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive for us, Dear Reader. He started it on Monday but only finished it yesterday, and now hear today…

Enjoy! 😀

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Sup y0?!?!?!?

Today is Saturday.
Yesterday was Friday.                                 Tomorrow is Sunday.

I started writing this last Monday.
Last Monday was July 17th.

Today is July 22nd.

The year…is 2017CE

CE stands for “Constipated Enema.”

Not really.
^Kelly’s Heroes – Theme Song HD (Burning Bridges)^

This video below? Yeah, this is what happens when you start explaining. It gets worse when you start explaining yourself. Before you know it, your are explaining your explanation(s) to those who requested the explanation in the first place.

Man…talk about the blind leading the blind.

Which reminds me…when are we sighted gonna stop being such insensitive pricks to blind people?

Prolly never.

😐

^Mavic Pro flying near Airplanes | Most Illegal Drone Video on Youtube?^

Speaking of airplanes, have you ever been flying along in an airplane, and suddenly wondered…

“Gee. I wonder what would happen if a nuke went off right below our airplane?”

Welp…wonder no more.

^Atomic Effects on Drone Aircraft in Flight^

Yeah…there’s a great deal of comfort in knowing that others have stumbled and bumbled though their lives so that I don’t have to stumble though mine. And the people that have REALLY screwed up in a public way according to public opinion… Yeah, they take a lot of heat so that the smaller screwups don’t have to.

EX: Hitler invading Russia, Stalin signing the Non-Aggression Pact, Brittany Spears shaving her head…things like that.

SAY!!! That reminds me. Wanna see just how easy the concept of “dividing by zero” really is?

^Deadly Disaster at Work !!! Epic Fail Compilation Part 10^

Yeah…dividing by zero is not really much of a challenge at all.

Take something…remove everything…FIN!!!

But adding 1?

Yeah…now there’s a challenge.

Take something…add everything else…woah nelly.

^The Bangles – Hazy Shade of Winter^

Jeremy Corbyn is a plonker, and I can prove it.

Proof Set A of AB

Cade asks for insult Roob says plonker

Proof Set B of AB

I think that pretty much says it all.
^Autograph – Turn up the Radio^

X: You’re gonna try and make this one “fun” are you?

Cade: I try to make all of these whatevers fun.

X: What is the significance of “The Number 67”?

T: Inside dummy. Inside.

Cade: I’ll work on it.

T: How bout you Google it asshat.

Cade: lolz…k.

Cade: Purdue is a well known University.

Z: And that helps you…how…exactly?

Cade: Noted.

Z: WHAT?!?!?

Cade: I’ve had a nagging thought about the pertinence of the concept of University as it relates to worth and value, especially seeing the trouble and troubles of cost and costs.

Z: Oh. Why didn’t you shorten that previous sentence?

Cade: I dunno.

X: Where were we going with this?

Cade: Like I know?

X: Good point.

0: I would like to…

Cade: OH!!! LOOK WHO IT IS!!!

0: Meaning?

Cade: You’ve been awful quiet lately. I’ve not been sure how to interpret that.

0: I’m always there when it matters.

Cade: True enough, fair enough, and other…stuff like that…or something.

0: I was not there when you learned how to write.

Cade: Saucy as ever I see. 🙂

0: 😉

X: So yeah…the number 67…or in this particular case…67′.

Cade: 1967…the year I was born.

B: Been watching a lot of war documentaries this week?

Cade: Hey…I went the entire week without dipping snuff.

X: Your “smoking friends” are gonna dump you like a bad habit if you quit completely.

Cade: That would be ironic.

B: Doesn’t say much about the person and or persons…does it?

Cade: We aren’t what we do, we are who we are…but that’s just my thinking.

B: Leaves a whole lot out doesn’t it?

Cade: Yeah. A path amongst pathways.

0: Why would someone travel a path of convenience amongst a pathway of pathways?

Cade: Path of least resistance?

Z: But you don’t buy that.

A: If I may…you are STILL harping in that head of yours about profiles and profiling.

Cade: I feel an odd safety in your making that particular observation.

A: And why would that be?

Cade: Probably the assumption that a pathway is set…once set, and once set…always set.

A: You don’t feel that accommodations for the freedom of chance could be made in advance?

Cade: Sure it can. Break time, lunch time, arrive time, leave time, leisure time, sleep time, freaky sex time, ad-infinitum.

A: But “the important stuff” will always happen as planned?

Cade: “As planned” seems like a stretch.

A: But…

Cade: BUT!!! Military planners will tell you that 10% effectiveness of a battle plan is usually 100% successful.

A: And what is the goal?

Cade: 12%.

X: 2% can make the difference?

Cade: Was Caen eventually taken?

X: Monty had a tough nut to crack.

Cade: I doubt even Patton would have said differently.

X: But you don’t know.

Cade: I can only guess. Caen was on the eastern side of the line.

Z: But east was the objective…was it not?

Cade: From British and American perspectives…yes.

A: So it’s not a matter of “where were they”…as much as it was a matter of “when were they”…is that a fair assumption?

Cade: Yes. But even those two merge at times.

X: So…the goal is eventually achieved, irrespective of when.

Cade: To say that the lessons of warfare are not great teachers is foolish.

X: And yet…

B: You still refuse to read “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.

Cade: Yes.

Z: You might be missing some gems.

Cade: So…this is a case of “would you rather be the recipient of the first bullet fired in a war, or be the recipient of the last bullet fired in a war?”

X: We’ll go with that because it illustrates a good point.

Cade: Diplomacy makes too many assumptions via self.

T: WOAH!!! WHAT?!?!?!?

Cade: Just because you personally would accept a deal that you have crafted, does not make it in any way, shape or form appealing to whoever you are “offering” it to.

X: You are thinking about that TV series Taboo with Tom Hardy.

Cade: Same shit. “This should really interest so-and-so” types of thinking. It makes entirely too many assumptions about an unknown via an unknown.

Z: And people get…twisty?

Cade: That’s an assumption based on a known.

X: BOOYAH!!!

Cade: …

X: Hmmmm….

Cade: Sorry…I don’t see it, and even if I do, it’s going to be fleeting.

G: Are you sure about that?

Cade: No.

G: Good answer.

Cade: …

^REZZ x knodis – Premonition^

“On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”

Movie = Fight Club

There is a lot of room for misinterpretation in that sentence. No matter how poignant or pertinent an observation is, now, you have to apply it. Something that I see that gets missed right off the bat? Everything before. As in, now, and everything that led to now, and certainly the now that allowed you to meander across this astute observation.

EX: There is nothing wise about love.

And so, a decision was made at some point, to choose love over whatever other options may have been available at the time. So yeah…the bit above about “proving Jeremy Corbyn is a plonker”, all it takes is time. If you look for something, you will find it.

Q: What did you find within yourself?

A: ?¿?

Q: When?

A: ¿?¿

Yeah…that’s the thing with audit-trails and accounting – it’s about what you miss. Even when if you try and make it about what you don’t miss…it’s still all about what you miss.

/me shrugs
^Rezz – Lucifer [NEST054]^

You have a map that leads to El Dorado. Now…all you have to do…is walk that path.

No room for choice and choices there, eh?

Yer prolly gonna have to stop and piss at some point. You may even need to eat along the way. Which means you are gonna have to crap at some point.

Anyone bring any toilet paper? 

Have you contemplated how in the flying FUCK you intend on hauling tons of one of the heaviest elements known out of that jungle you barely survived walking though, carrying nothing but your own fat ass? Yeah, considerations to be considered there.

Take for example the following video about the search for a sunken WWII Japanese submarine called I-52. Sub I-52 was sunk in The Atlantic Ocean. It was carrying 500 tons of cargo from Japan to Germany. Two tons of which…was gold.

Hmmm…now why on EARTH would someone want to find a sunken Japanese submarine carrying 2 tons of gold? Granted that this search was done back in the mid-1990’s…but a quick search shows that gold is currently going for $1,255.80 per ounce as of July 22, 2017CE. Nevermind the historical significance of these particular bars themselves, which have been sitting 3 miles down on the bottom of the ocean floor since WWII.

32,000 ounces in a ton.
32,000 x 2 tons = 64,000 ounces

64,000 ounces x $1,255.80 = $80,371,000.00

Q: I wonder if there were any skeletons?

A: ...
^Search for the Submarine I 52 (Full Documentary) ||NatGeo||^
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SO!!! Anti…Foaming…Agent…eh? Hey, no one says you have to buy the shit. You ARE the consumer afterall. Don’t buy it…simple. No, don’t lead a goddamn rebellion and/or crusade. Just…don’t participate. Problem solved. One less to worry about. The message will be received. May take some time…trickle-down being what it is…but they will get the message. You may even know some of “them” in that “they” when you get there.

^Nicky Romero – Toulouse^

I have no idea why this next one caught my eye (other than the obvious) but it did catch my eye, and I watched the whole thing yesterday. It’s a beautifully shot movie. The filmmaker makes some extremely astute observations about empire during the course of the movie.

Of all goddamn things, it made me think of some of my professors in college. Yeah…empire is empire. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. And I’m not attempting to be clever with a reference to Bigfoot there. But I am thinking about my DC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my AC Circuits professor. I am thinking about my Avionics professor. I am thinking about my English Literature professor. These people are very real. They are not some name that can be researched and located via tenure at some local shithole of a college.

I mean…yeah…you could look up that information if you wanted…but what does that tell you? That they exist? That they existed? I see my DC Circuits professor marching around the room talking enthusiastically in a very exited and vigorous fashion about the utter boredom that is Ohm’s Law and Coulomb’s Law.

Q: What do you see?

A: ¿¿¿

Better stated…

Q: Who do you see?

A: ¿¿¿
^NEW BIGFOOT DOCUMENTARY – Wildman: My Search For Sasquatch (Full Movie)^

Weirdos. Non-conformists. We just want shit to return to normal.

If shit like below, sprang and spawned from normalcy, then I would say that a return to insanity that is normalcy is akin to asking for more of the same.

Weird.
^ODDBALL THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO^

Yeah…if normalcy spawns war and chaos…does that imply that chaos spawns normalcy?

Pretty straightforward, eh?

Welp…I guess it’s this “return” business, or the notion of “returning” in the middle of the storm. Lots can prolly be said about the search for sanity via leaps and bounds. So I guess we need to discuss levels and leveling, and especially as that relates to involvement.

Step 1: Are you involved?

That wasn’t such a long walk now was it? But the topic of levels of removal within levels of removal are going to come up…so let’s ask a different question.

Step 2: Are you involved?

OH! You think that is the same question? Welp, you forgot time again. It was asked at different times under different auspices, so how can it be the same question? Yeah, vagaries can be powerful tools when fishing for information and/or farming information. Which I guess will bring us to framing information. Formatting.

Reichstag Fire

Jabłonków Incident

So now that we are more proximate to the goings on, we can incorporate spin, spins and spinning into our thoughts. Especially taking relativity into consideration with respect to proximities. Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.

^BLACK GRAPE – KELLY’S HEROES (THE MILKY BAR KID REMIX)^

Let’s think about that last statement a shade more.

Along a long enough line, all distances are equal.

A Line.

A Segment.

A Section.

A Distance.

A Life.

Anyone else seeing the embedded “B” in those equations?

A Being.

Does that help?

A->B

Being A.

B->A

Does that help for the return trip?

Hey…all this shit is likely old hat to many. But it’s new to me, I just stumble across it. I personally balance myself out with “there is nothing new under the sun” kinds of opposing viewpoints. Helps keep me unbalanced. Yeah…my personal “balance” is “imbalance.” I excel when I am disoriented and completely out of sorts. This would be classified as my happy and/or quirky side. When I start figuring shit out in my serious mode via my more recognizable serious side? People tend not to like me very much.

Q: I wonder why that is?

A: I have some thoughts.
^Bassheads – Is There Anybody Out There?^

But what has been burning my brain this week, other than a lack of nicotine, is the thought that a rigidity becomes it’s own destructor. What do I mean by that? Saying a something.

EX: I Love You. This measure is established under the auspices of NOT saying it…as in…when someone does NOT say it. When what is said or not said becomes important? Especially as an edifice, welp…it was established under the pretenses of the chaos and destruction that is failure. So who failed who and when? So yeah…when did the concept of love leave that equation?

Sorry, but there is something eerily hollow about the pretenses that would establish such a foundation. Such as, my constantly waxing poetic about the mechanics of relationships as it pertains to ethics. I have no desire to establish anything. But that’s a trap isn’t it? That’s what I’ll be told.

So…are we spinning? Yeah, an acquired personal imbalance has better helped me to acclimate to the naturally occurring balance and imbalance that make up our Universe. The rest of the bullshit is political musings and amusements for those with nothing better to do I guess. If I was meant to find The Halls of Valhala…I’ll find them.

/me shrugs
^Robin Thicke (feat. T.I.+ Pharrel vs Rolling Stones (mashup by MadMixMustang)^

Q: Since when are you NOT part of my life?

A: Only you can answer this.
^Prince Honky Tonk Woman YouTube^

Anything else that anyone wants to talk about? HEY! Lemme message Roob real quick and see if she has anything.

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Cade asks Roob for the topic at hand

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I like legs. But that is more related to my lust for females. So…let’s talk about something else.

Body Proportions

Women with the ‘perfect pair of legs’ share their secrets

So…I could try and make some female knees weak here by saying something clever like…

“I could travel the length of your legs forever, and never tire of their mysteries”

…but I’m not going to.

There is always something new to be found. And I’m not talking about cancerous tumors and/or razor bumps and/or new varicose veins and/or callouses and shit like that. But with respect to distances and distances traveled, there’s something to be said about such finds, eh?

Is it what you found?

Or that you found it?

Or both?

Or where?

As in…who else was there?

Prolly some other shit in there to consider as well. Such as in the case of a new relationship, a woman is prolly well aware of her “faults” and “shortcomings” as it relates to whatever self-stylized version of perfection they as an individual have adopted. But I just got here. Yeah…I had no idea that was there. Gotta cut me a little slack…k?

I found you interesting enough to find those interesting things that prolly you and only you know about. Which means you found me interesting enough to allow me to surf those otherwise uncharted and unknown beaches. Yeah…yer an ocean baby. And ocean and all of it’s parts. You are to me anyway.

^Melleefresh & Deadmau5 – Hey Baby (Original Mix)^

 

COMEDY BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!

(Irony interrupts comedy break)

Tetraphenylphosphonium Chloride

Solvent (Redirected from Organic solvent)

K…now you can watch the comedy break video below.

^Funny Sleeping Wake up Scary Pranks Compilation 2017 fails sleep people Try Not To Laugh Challenge^

Temperature
Cold
Heat
Temperate Climate
Moderate
Boredom
Attention
Wind
Saffron
Safflower

Don’t ask. I mean you can…but no one really ever asks me anything. So yeah, ask away.

^Yello – Limbo (Official Video)^

If ever there was a list of shit to say that will NOT get you laid…I’ve just about perfected it. Not my intent nor my intentions, but I do seek honesty. I seek to be honest. If I recoil in horror because your breath smells as if you’ve been chewing rotten fish flavored bubble gum…I’m prolly gonna mention it. Maybe we should kiss while I have a giant wad of tobacco in my mouth and the evils will offset. Or you can just take a drink of my spit cup. Gotta think of myself in the event that whatever is generating that smell is communicable/contagious.

lolz

Which reminds me…I’ve been thinking about girl spit and that ‘girl spit smell’ a lot lately. You know that lingering smell of girl saliva after a lengthy smooching session? Yeah. Not so bad. But then again girls always smell nice. Even when they are wearing perfume.

Speaking of women…this young lady came up in conversation in a round about way today.

Julia Sawalha

Musta been that comment I made earlier in the week about Saffron being the most expensive thing known to mankind.

^Peaches – Fuck the Pain Away^

I’ve run longer than expected. But then again, I wouldn’t have imagined that Roob would suggest something so pertinent to my interests. Maybe she’s just trying to get me used to the fact that I am in fact, single, and that at some point I may bump into a female who is interested in me.

That possibility still confounds me.

I was in for the long haul.

I just…had no idea that “the long haul” would end with me still breathing.

/me shrugs
^Pussy Riot – Make America Great Again^
cYacFa
^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

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*Really? …/stares… That’s what you got from that?*

200w

*Okay, okay, Clicky… I’m making dinner, alright?!*

Spice to See Ya, To See Ya…

Earlier this week a 5 year old girl made the news after her father told of how she’d fallen foul of local government enforcers in Tower Hamlets…

A five-year-old girl was left in tears after being fined £150 for running a stall selling cups of homemade lemonade to passersby.

The schoolgirl was accused of trading without a licence by a council enforcement officer last Saturday, her father, Andre Spicer, said. The officer issued a fixed penalty notice demanding the sum – or £90 if the family agreed to pay promptly.

“She was very upset and had to watch Brave a few times to calm down,” he said.

After public outcry, the council rescinded the fine…

A Tower Hamlets council spokesperson said: “We are very sorry that this has happened. We expect our enforcement officers to show common sense, and to use their powers sensibly. This clearly did not happen.

“The fine will be cancelled immediately and we have contacted Prof Spicer and his daughter to apologise.”

And perhaps with all the recent acid incidents, there is an impetus for ‘inadequate busybodies’ to crack down indiscriminately

Across the Atlantic another, more famous, Spicer made an announcement yesterday

White House press secretary Sean Spicer has moved to minimise talk of divisions within the Trump administration after announcing his resignation.

Mr Spicer is reportedly stepping down because he is unhappy with President Donald Trump’s appointment of a new communications director.

But he told Fox News he had “no regrets” about his six-month stint.

Wall Street financier Anthony Scaramucci has been picked for the role that Mr Spicer had partially filled.

Of course, the former White House Press Secretary was fatally wounded early in his tenure, from a savage blow landed by a fat bottom girl…

grocer (n.)early 15c. (mid-13c. as a surname), “wholesale dealer, one who buys and sells in gross,” corrupted spelling of Anglo-French grosser, Old French grossier, from Medieval Latin grossarius “wholesaler,” literally “dealer in quantity” (source also of Spanish grosero, Italian grosseiro), from Late Latin grossus“coarse (of food), great, gross” (see gross (adj.)). Sense of “a merchant selling individual items of food” is 16c.; in Middle English this was a spicer.

As for spice…

spice (n.) c. 1200, “something added to food or drink to enhance the flavor, vegetable substance aromatic or pungent to the taste,” also “a spice used as a medication or an alchemical ingredient,” from Old French espice (Modern French épice), from Late Latin species (plural) “spices, goods, wares,” in classical Latin “kind, sort” (see species). From c. 1300 as “an aromatic spice,” also “spices as commodities;” from early 14c. as “a spice-bearing plant.” Figurative sense of “attractive or enjoyable variation” is from 13c.; that of “slight touch or trace of something” is recorded from 1530s. Meaning “specimen, sample” is from 1790. Early druggists recognized four “types” of spices: saffron, clove, cinnamon, nutmeg.

Seems like it should be 5, so to end this post, Dear Reader, a treat sent to me this week by my favourite Ginger… Have a Song 😉

 

 

In The Mood…

I’ve been working up to penning some short stories for the next Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader, due out for Halloween. Writing horror doesn’t come easy for me, so today I dipped into The Articles of Dume (written by my good friend the Doctor), during my lunch break, for instruction and inspiration…

*Fuck! I hope it doesn’t take forever, Clicky, the submission deadline is the end of September…*

Anyhoo… I thought I’d post the last of my three stories, but the first that I wrote, for Volume 1. The other two can be found here and here

*Not yet, Clicky, but I’m trying…*

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Succulent Sardines

by Roo B. Doo

During daylight the faded grandeur was all too apparent but in the evening the flickering lamplight transformed the interior of Crossgate House into a Gothic nightmare.

‘Well, this is spooky as hell,’ Helena whispered to herself as she lightly skipped up the stairs toward the darkness of the top floor.

Paul was up there, waiting. All she had to do was find his champagne glass and then they would have a few precious minutes to indulge in the most dangerous aspect of their relationship – risky sex. Helena shivered at the prospect and wondered at the audacity of the man the financial media blithely referred to as ‘Golden Sacks’. Getting your rocks off during a game of Sardines at the company’s weekend retreat, was the epitome of risk-taking.

Helena paused as she reached the landing to duck under the heavy, velvet rope barrier and sign firmly stating, ‘STRICTLY OUT OF BOUNDS’. Big bucks can buy use of historical dumps with disturbing histories, but some areas remained firmly off limits. Especially to drunken financiers with little understanding of the meaning of priceless.

She risked a look over the handrail, Helena but couldn’t detect anybody else on stairs; the sound of muffled laughter in the distance below confirmed that only she and Paul were in his part of the house. The rest of the party were searching for him elsewhere. Only she knew where he’d be hiding in a ‘fuck ugly, black wardrobe’ that he’d discovered whilst snooping about earlier.

Slipping her phone from pocket, Helena shone its bluish white light down either side of a corridor until she spotted a fluted glass on a side table beside a heavy, wooden door. The champagne bubbles inside danced and popped as she approached. Helena downed it in one and gripping the cold brass door handle. Part of her hoped it was locked – they had been told these doors were locked – but it swung open effortlessly under her touch. With a final quick glance back the way she’d come, Helena quietly slipped inside the room beyond.

“Paul?” she hissed as she scoured the room for a glimpse of him. “Paul? Where are you? This must be the most stupidest idea you’ve had yet.”

Helena put down the glass and lifted her phone again to take in the dust sheet covered contents of the room. Along the back wall she spotted a large, black wardrobe. Creeping forward, she could make out grotesque figures carved ornately into the pitch coloured wood. Helena grimaced; the wardrobe was indeed very ugly.

“Paul, let me in,” Helena whispered urgently. She flinched from touching the door knob, a carved fist clutching a human heart. Closer still, the carvings appeared to cavort in the cold blue light streaming from her phone.

“We don’t have long. Fuck! It’s doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know you’ll be hiding exactly where you not allowed to. It won’t take those drongos long to figure it out. Let me in.”

There was a metallic click and the wardrobe door noiselessly and smoothly swung open. Helena sharply stepped inside and her lover closed the door behind her.

“You’re a bloody nightmare, this place is creepy.” Helena lent up and pressed her lips against Paul’s neck as he ran his hands down her back. She felt his fingers dig into her arse cheeks pulling closer toward him. “But, I can feel that you’re already hard. That should save some time.”

Helena slid to her knees and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Within moments she’d freed his throbbing cock from it’s rich trappings and greedily began to suck. After a while Paul sighed.

“You’re a wicked child. So, you liked my game suggestion? No, don’t stop.”

Helena redoubled her efforts. In the oppressive darkness, the sound of her slurping suddenly filled her with disgust. This felt like a risk too far, she decided. She wanted to get it over and she didn’t want her attentions reciprocated.

“You really are very good. He’s hopelessly wrong about the most important things, but he’s quite right about you.”

Helena paused and looked up into the blackness. “Who’s quite right?” Her stomach made a queasy roll. “Paul, I’m not feeling too good. Can we stop?”

“Him. Your banker boss.”

Helena stopped and leant back, putting distance between herself and Paul’s engorged penis. The curve of an expensive leather shoe press into her inner thigh as she sat back. Reaching between her legs, Helena groped the familiar texture of Paul’s exquisitely tailored trousers. Shoe and fabric where linked by a cold, bony ankle encased in a silk sock.

“No, don’t scream. Not yet. And no stopping. Please continue.”

With a cruel yank of her hair, Paul pulled Helena back into a pleasing position. He pumped her head back and forth, pinioning her head in his hands.

“They won’t be able to hear you scream in any event. None of you heard his shrieks earlier,” he grunted and sped up. “Two hundred hungry years of solitude. You know, I was beginning to think nobody was left alive out there.”

Helena gagged at the forced pressure in her mouth. Bewildered tears ran from her bulging eyes. Please let someone come quickly, she thought as she succumbed to the darkness.

“As. You. Wish.”

Paul groaned long and loud as Helena’s body slumped onto him. He cocked his head at the sound of someone smashing the champagne glass in the outer room. Heaving Helena’s unconscious body away from him, Paul licked his lips and grinned.

“Yes, you’re very good and we will do that again. But for now, best to make space for the others. Now, I think it’s my time to gobble.”

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Right then. I’d better get on with it and get down to writing…

*/puffs out cheeks and blows… Got a suitable Song to finish with Clicky?*