Where did the Week Go?
I don't know, but I'm glad it's in the books.
when I lose track of time and space, I'm prone to getting a little paranoid,
thinking shit I shouldn't be thinking.
Enjoy your weekend.
Two little angels recently lost their status as alter boys when they decided to fill their censer burners with some old fashioned bud, swinging 'em to and fro as they moved among the congregation. I'm just hoping it wasn't ragweed, and that maybe some of the Sunday church goers actually met God for the first time. As funny as this story is, I do have to burst your bubble and point out it just ain't true, never happened, and the two boys still got their heavenly status, but it's one of those things, if I had thought of when I was a kid, I would of done it, because I believe in people getting close to God.
As someone who has spent the majority of their working class life in Facility Maintenance and Housekeeping, I always thought my job was safe from automation. Like how is anyone going to come up with a robot to do what I do? Well, my bad, cuz apparently Walmart has! Rather they've contracted with a company to robotically clean their floors. Like self checkouts ain't bad enough! Pretty quick here, the only real humans working at WalMart are going to be the old people that wanna see your receipt when you leave. You know, as I think about it, I think WalMart is pulling a quick one. I'm thinking half their customers are robots. Think about it. You build a robot to shop at your store. That has to be profitable.
What you believe
What you think
What you know
Unless you’ve happened
Along some great truth
You’d care to share
All you got
Is what you’ve
All profound truths
That pale in comparison
to thought, to knowledge
to action, to compassion
Truth from someone
who has never ventured
from their safety
from their warmth
from their family
yet in their world
They know the world
as it is.
I'm not surprised people went nuts when a local Cheesecake factory offered up 40,000 free slices of cheesecake for their 40th anniversary. What does surprises me is that the factory still hasn't offered me a job as Chief Taster in Charge because I make the meanest, bestus, tastiest cheesecake there is, to melt in your mouth, delighting your senses in ways unimagined. I spend hours, most of the time just after you beat the sugar and eggs in, tasting the mixture, loading my forefinger numerous times, to insure texture, taste and creaminess to satisfy the needs of ones desire. I take my cheesecake seriously, and I think people appreciate that, and when I show up at a friends door to offer up my Christmas Cheesecake as a gift, the delight is worth every finger load of fatness.
and I'll be watching the upcoming documentary, Bob Lazar: Area 51 and Flying Saucers. Why? Simply because the guy has a damn interesting story, and he's been awfully quiet the last twenty years or so. Hell, I thought he'd died or something, thinking perhaps he even got abducted, but not by aliens. I can slice a cake, and all the pieces ain't the same size, and when it comes to cover ups, conspiracies and general weirdness, Bob gets a pretty good sized piece of that cake, because when the government claims ol' Bob never did top secret shit for them, 'ol Bob manages to prove them wrong with certifiable evidence that makes me eek out a wtf. I don't know what the truth is when it comes to Bob Lazars tale, but there's certainly a lot of breadcrumbs there to lead one along their way to whatever truth one wants to find.
Just ain't no denying it. You want news that supports your opinion. I'm not going to delve into why that is, but I'd guess it's because it makes you right, and people like to be right. Nothing wrong with being right, except when you're wrong, and refuse to believe it. That said, I'd like to point out how all this 'Fake News' started, with some battered and broken construction worker, looking for a better life. The Internet's a wonderful place , more so if you're willing to toss morals and ethics aside, because there's an audience out there for you. And what that says about all of us, I'll leave to you.
With all the pieces laying around,
why is life so redundant?
God speaks to all, many hear, one acts.
There exists in every person the potential to do great harm and most people find that potential because it’s easier to find and execute than to find the potential to do good.
Keep the people fed with bread and they’ll catch you stealing them blind. Put a steak on their table, and they won’t care.
Social Commentary is an act of subterfuge that will destroy our civilization, but it just also happens to be a good thing.
Back in 1872, the Mary Celeste was found drifting, her crew of 10 no where to be seen, and the only lifeboat was missing. Abducted by aliens, Pirates, Mutiny, did the crew get sloshed on the cargo of alcohol and get swept overboard? Who knows? The case of the Mary Celeste is just one of those enduring mysteries that people keep trying to solve, and Anne MacGregors take on what happened is just as valid as any other. In fact, it kind of makes sense, given that the only way a crew would abandon their ship in the middle of the ocean is if they thought they were sinking, especially if there was an island in sight. Don't you think though, someone would have bothered to check out the island for survivors? Unless the lifeboat became a death boat! Me? I'm good with the abduction theory, especially if any of the caskets of booze were missing.
The Illusion of Perception
Good lord, Almighty! I'd like to say I watched this video, and now I've got my perceptions of reality all sorted out, but the truth is, it's all just one big illusion. Like many, I can't wrap my mind around the concept of space/time, and how it effects our reality. I got lost at causality, meaning causes and effects, or better, everything that happens has a cause, as a starting point for objective realty. What I get is causality creates a sense of time, making me, and probably you, if you're not an illusion, a geometric object in space time. Now, if you've understood one word I've wrote, you're an observer, moving at a different speed than I am, and probably have a different take on this.
When I look in the mirror, I don't see an old man, but I often wonder how others see me, probably grey, and decrepit, and OK, maybe old. So it's good to know research has figured out there's two aging processes, chronological and biological. I want you to know that I might be old, according to the clock, but my bodies telling me I'm a young stud of 16, except for the days my body groans, creaks like a wood floor, and I gotta piss every five minutes. Those days are getting a lot more frequent, and that's when I gotta find a mirror to make sure I'm still 16. Hmmmm, maybe there's a third aging process, one that's called the 'lying to yourself' bullshit process. But damn, I'm still having fun.
As a Father, with a son who has some serious mental health issues, I don't like reading that there's been five deaths here in my neighborhood, because police don't know how to respond to people with mental health issues. I get the issues the police have, you're facing a person who's acting weird, probably threatening, might have a knife, or gun in hand, others might be in danger. I keep coming back to my son, he's a big guy, has a habit of being unkept, and he has his moods, Christ does he have his moods. That said, he doesn't have a violent bone in his body. He's been lucky in that the police he's encountered, and there's been a couple of times, have realized his state of mind, and solved the problems through talking with him. I do fear the time he comes across an officer who isn't invested in talking the situation through, but there is hope, there is recognition that police officers need better training in dealing with mental health crisis, and some Departments have started that training. But damn, it's just outright horrifying to think of a situation gone wrong. It's not a 2am knock I'll want to answer.