They'd spotted the "break".
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Posted:Sep 13, 2023 5:19 am
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They'd gone over the chart meticulously and decided that was the point where it had happened.
You know it wasn't like they'd fumbled or dropped the baton but more like they'd thrown it over a neighbors fence.
It was tragic affair I've never quite come to terms with, that of my brother continuing on with the families long and eventful history despite him being a "ringin' ,different father.
People around had found my history and they found I liked a joke and their faces would light up just seeing me in expectation of the light I would shine on something and bring out the folly of life.
Folly was my game and all the influences were all dead set against me making a go of it.
That's how I found the Steampunks, they were somehow stuck between 18th century science, artistic endeavor and sheer bloody minded steadfastly ignoring that a perfectly functioning world already existed out there ,that didn't require any kinda steamy slanted modification at all.
But exist they did, and we exchanged ideas and dialogue,each defending our right to be independent and individual of the norm.
To me it was a world of leftovers, a cornucopia of ill fitting bits that had no right to be tried to join to anything.
Just let take it take its course in a "nihilist abnegation" or some such resolution that needs no exploration.
They wanted my opinion of the Philadelphia experiment and I had several ideas as to what occurred.
It was that technically that a craft could become invisible to an instruments function or eyes and achieve this only to be misinterpreted by someone reading the report and we'd file it this way to gain a response.
From the top, "what the hell are you guys doing down there?"
I thought it was a puppet show and you only had to spot the strings.
Unless the story was written in your favor the strings would be working against you.
You had to make the strings work for you. Then even if you spent your life as high as a kite as long as you had those strings in your favor you could knock out a chord or two on your guitar and never have to clock in to a real job ever.
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Forever Autumn
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Posted:Sep 12, 2023 5:05 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2023 6:36 pm 14984 Views
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sound and a view of the heavens from above the clouds. A view from space after distant years imagining how that would look. We're growing up fast now. When will the soldiers duty end?
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touched
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Posted:Sep 11, 2023 10:21 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2023 3:27 pm 10658 Views
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Continuing with my trying to link chess and life I played level two on one user and it had a simple feelgood aspect to it.
It tested your observational skills and the opponents pieces were left on their own unprotected.
You felt "touched' and life would roll on to your undeniable win.
But level six was different and it was a well tuned army, a barrage of finely tuned soldiers and Napoleonic battle plan that advanced towards you.
Life seemed rigged to get me.
I had to drop back to the basics and get them straight in my mind and everything else would work out.
The basics? Breed and prove to my siblings that I'm an idiot!
The way it had been done throughout my family tree.
But had my father taken it too far this time?
I mean there was being an idiot and all out "losing the plot" like he seemed to have done.
My brother wasn't his but he denied it and I heard him in an argument with my mother steadfastly defending 'my' brother as his own.
But we were like "chalk and cheese" barely the same color and one being too unpalatable too taste.
Not to mention that I was full of emotions and life and I'd never seen him even laugh.
Only in a crocodile tear way that made him look like a human fraud.
Just a robot.
Definitely not in keeping with the family traditions of hilarity and stupidity.
But it was a complete new direction, and maybe he'd go on that uturn and teach his offspring that life was about making every second pay and living an emotionless productive existence.
He was good at chess too but didn't read much, not fun stuff anyway and he had no connection with my distant writing ancestor.
I'd meditate and slip back into her time and see the old monuments that she saw and maybe even felt that place beacon me to visit it.
All I had to do was show the proof that we were connected to sway the living population and visit one of those cherished stone places and recite her poetry and all would make sense.
We'd be jolly in a tavern making up for lost time, getting to know each other.
There's even a strong possibility that I am that person, haven taken my soul on a traverse through the garden of time to again ply my trade in a future landscape.
But this one was darker perhaps, full of portents and a religious reckoning and people pointed at the doom that accompanied the end times.
Horses would be let loose to give the rider freedom to pursue an evil quarry.
But I hadn't stuck around for that and now I had more pressing concerns. I'd struck a time loop and been given a free ride to way back further than I intended and being the intrepid time explorer I was I would not be content with that. So I decided to risk upsetting the space time continuum again by taking a small leap into the future.
It seemed to be a more comforting way to travel too as even God moved his spirits that way. I'd never heard of a spirit showing up claiming to have come back from that time.
Was that a limitation that even God had to adhere to?
I wondered about that as I set the spinning blades in motion and soon an arc surrounded the craft shielding it from the tenuous borders that existed.
This was a sliding place, the home of inter-dimensional travelers, who'd rightfully won their place to use it.
Maybe hundreds of millions of years of playing by the book went by before they'd discovered the short cuts that proved there was another way to interact with the 'unexplainable phenomena'?
Had aliens ever learned to explain time properly?
That time was just a facade?
You could waste your life unless you did something about it.
But they we're heroic too and no doubt it was dangerous too and tombs would dot the last habitable places to give credance to those who'd dared to take that step into the unknown. You'd gone where no God could help you ,or even keep up with you.
To any onlookers it was no more than a disappearing "Zip" and it was that instant propulsion that made it work.
The only way to jump through the pages of time.
Now a new place stretched to the horizon and I wondered how my distant aunt would use her words on this one. 
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Secret science.
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Posted:Sep 9, 2023 5:35 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2023 3:27 pm 11307 Views
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The problem with the Earth was that once the Feminists found the gap between girls and boys intelligence had grown it became necessary to push the advantage as much as they could, so girls only schools were funded to that cause.
Girls had to be trained with discipline so they could chose appropriate breeding partners.
They were given tips on how to spot boys who were suitable and "easy pickings" just begging to get their little hearts broken.
And pay up without question for all the entitled ladies needs.
Don't forget that once upon a time in the wild, sheep could look after themselves, and it was how they were trained that made them vulnerable.
So over time the boys became vulnerable and stupid like sheep and girls would group together and laugh at them.
Now that reminds me of another point.
I left school at 14 to find a job not knowing anything of use from my schooling to apply to the real World.
The foreman was very outspoken but he did like a laugh and we kind of jelled.
I remember him telling me I looked like I knew everything but I knew nothing. Just an empty shelf.
I didn't disagree with what he said, just assuming a lot of things worked that way.
Like the cover of a book without the story written yet. Or a willingness to laugh before any good jokes were known.
So maybe I would learn stuff and one day rightfully own my learned countenance.
I think I could even pass as God's patriarch, wise in the good books teachings. I read much of it and this angered my father and he went on wild excessive rants about how I'd fail against errrr not quite sure what he meant, but I would reach a perilous and very apt ending.
He said his father was an idiot and for that matter they ,my entire heritage were all idiots. Even my father was an idiot and it stayed with me his erroneous description as how the crown on a belt pulley worked to hold its flat belt on.
He thought that it tried to creep to the lowest points at the sides and got stuck in the middle. Later I learned as to how the pulley spokes were angled to allow the rotation and load to strengthen the spokes also protecting them from the cast metal cooling after casting.
A whole plethora of numbers and facts became entrenched in my brain and when I took up with the steam punks I could freely chat on the technical stuff that interested us.
We'd traipsed around the old battlefields of Europe looking for the fanatical Nazi inventions we'd heard rumor of.
No stone whether of science fact or magic was left unturned. I found I had a knack at delving into crop circles and it was once at a fabled monument awaiting the shortest day that I met Lulu.
Not the singer but she could surely sing and she lightened everyone's heart with her Irish ballads and praise.
I was into finding the spiritual connection between those places of stone and Lulu told me I'm one of the old souls who'd put them here.
Had toiled for many moons to bring those stones all the way to here.
The ensemble put me on a rock and gave me a cheer and a toast and I told them a story about Boudica the warrior queen who'd fought the Romans.
It was amazing to me that simple things I'd stored behind my serious countenance would prove useful.
I had an English writer in my family tree and one day when I'd attained some mastery over the language I'd read it as the icing on the cake.
Or cringe turning my gaze away from it in disgust.
But back to my current peril and I was sure I'd missed the time period I was after and had drifted too far south like an early gold laden trade ship ready to swap gold by weight for the precious spices.
Maybe dried vanilla beans.
It was the same unerring themes that dogged those keen on travel. As being once an army reserve they'd teach us to join the road where it was obvious we had to go only left or right.
I'd used that many times myself too since then wandering a fine land in search of Opal.
Stones that were once seen as cursed and wouldn't be allowed on the ship were now tolerated and sought for good purpose.
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Missing components.
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Posted:Sep 8, 2023 8:51 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2023 12:52 pm 9615 Views
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In the same way that XX chromosomes deliver an advantage over XY chromosomes we see that physiological differences point to a window of advantage that can also be psychological.
It reminds me of the Veritasium principle where an object can be propelled by the wind to travel faster than the wind powering it.
Though not by a demonstration of the scientific principle itself but by the fact that only female minds understand and can explain it.
One male professor idiotically announced that it was impossible and put a ten thousand dollar bet on it.
So males are missing the plot and it is the chemically induced disadvantage that leaves their heads spinning.
But usually they grow out of it but the damage has already been done and the space time continuum doesn't allow for any reversal to correct it.
The males had no idea that a big part of their counter consciousness was missing which led to males fighting each other over being such idiots.
It was a losing race and the genetics responsible weren't able to change as the males behaviors were being monitored.
The simpler male minds invented computer logic too as it was no more complicated that an abacus, moving one piece at a time, but at the speed of an electric circuit.
Einstein failed in domestic life and skulked away to his maths theories to restore himself.
But the mysterious sigma males had their own agenda, and took a no hold bared approach to dealing with the 'spurious' demands of the over lording phenomena that was present.
I took a look around the forest and it was truly beautiful.
Plants had no reason to defend themselves with toxins here and they grew well in the lush conditions.
I could comfortably live out my life here in those warm sunny conditions.
The sound of the water tumbling down a rocky piece was truly captivating.
I wondered what this place was and what purpose it had.
Maybe it was a heavenly place put aside for the chosen, but I had snuck in ahead of time.
I remembered traveling to such a beautiful place in my youth and felt overjoyed at finding it.
My mind seemed to want to recapture those spirited moments I'd once felt.
I spent the beautiful afternoon meditating to my music playing through my headphones then I gathered some wood to make a fire with.
Then as darkness descended the heavens showed themselves and the timelessness of everything occurred to me. 
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AI, still a dream, but it will unlock the minds potential.
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Posted:Sep 8, 2023 5:04 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2023 3:18 pm 9196 Views
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Natural diversity will play a hand too and the interaction between AI and humans will enslave some but enrich others.
Now phenomena beyond our understanding is being experienced across the globe. Glowing lights and electromagnetic fields are springing from nowhere and what are the aliens up to?
It was joining the Seampunks that got me my start in time and dimension travel and opened up a window of many possible ways to utilize what was available.
One such thing was the Oomaru rocks and particles and their discovery and tracking by satellite, and then it could clearly be seen how those minerals had reached the Earth from another Star system.
A star system much different to ours though as the Oomeru rocks showed.
It was easy to track their passage across the globe and a fair chunk of it landed on land that now has the Skinwalker ranch sitting on top of it.
The aliens equipment spotted it and found the tunnels dug by ancient alien miners who took some of it away.
But the material was also present in the Bermuda triangle and in the Bimini area and through Venezuela.
It was once used by the Atlantis physicists to produce light and it had other properties too.
A simple farmer had collected rocks to build his house in Venezuela and unknowingly picked up the green stones and built them into the walls of his house and strange things began to happen.
The farmers vitality increased and his body resisted aging but no one suspected the rocks of doing that.
It was the Steampunks who figured it out and went there and searched for the rocks and brought some back to study.
They concluded that Oomeru was a double star with one being a dwarf star that was extremely dense and had properties that our solar system did not have by its own making but we have been peppered by rocks from that source for as many billions of years as our planet and neighbors have been here.
It was the quantum powers of the unusual material that worked in odd ways and it had infused the rock it had come into contact with the ability to reach beyond our dimension.
It was at the heart of my time machine and once energized it created a protecting shield that meant it could go anywhere as it was in another dimension.
And as I sped through the warped space and time I saw what could be the very heart of creation.
It was a reddish glow spurioplankton particles that I'd entered like a catheter pushed through a vein.
I had a destruct button on the joystick attached to a hydrogen bomb and it was my plan to blow up God and bring freedom to every living thing.
But I missed my chance and had passed through the zone to see the sky ahead taking shape.
If my calculation were correct I would be back to where human life had begun on this planet.
The machine and I broke through into a blue sky and I checked to see that I was in flight mode and I looked around for somewhere to put the machine down.
A river view opened up in between the dense forest foliage and I thought I could land there okay.
The dials on the machine came to a stop as I did and the dials showed that I'd come a prodigious long way back through time.
The sound of the stream chattering away as it meandered through the rocks brought back my focus and I sat back for coffee and took a nibble of the cookies Clara had given to me just before I left.
She was a wonderful person and I felt a heartfelt fondness for her.
But being a scientist I'd learned to ignore such influences.
I wasn't all that sold on the whole living thing because I saw that I was trapped in a primitive being.
Trapped in a cell, in both terms of the word.
Now it was a solitary confinement cell as there was no sound of any life here. Only the wind in the trees could be heard.
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hard time getting into titties?
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Posted:Sep 7, 2023 3:13 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 2:38 pm 8472 Views
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Maybe English sex could be for you. The English are so quirky and if you're down the pub you may hear a tatter bout trouble and strife, or stiff as a brick or "I lent her me bike" (gave her a ride). She's a bike. Everyone's ridden her. Trying to frame a joke here and if you gave her two wheels she'd be a bike. Riding everyone. So an Italian saying is if you put wheels on her she'd be a wheel barrow. But I guess it came out wrong. So his straight face and explanations, trying to recover without knowing where the problem was just made it better.  The straight man doesn't get his own joke!
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Only Marmots.
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Posted:Sep 4, 2023 9:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2023 11:37 pm 7991 Views
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Only Marmots today.
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Who is this 'Joker'?
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Posted:Sep 2, 2023 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2023 12:12 pm 6166 Views
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Harley knew a thing or two about the low life that roamed the streets, and as grounded as she was she needed more.
And a little protection wouldn't go astray either.
The Joker had an air of mystery about him and it was wise to not get on his bad side.
With the Jokers protection Harley was free to wander around town and do some shopping to make her life and apartment more livable.
So what that she'd joined up with a bad guy.Now that's the only type there was.
If you wanted to find a good one you'd be best to look in a book as in real life they just didn't roll off the production line anymore.
What kind of demented soul would seek love from the Joker?
It was doing a dance with the Devil and after he'd done his work he'd cut your lifeless body down and weigh up the fact that he hadn't achieved anything.
Even bringing the Whole of Gotham city down on its knees wasn't enough to raise a spirit of empathy within him.
Girls started it by selectively breeding with the garbage after falling way short of enticing a Chad.
Chad's were on a higher level and rarely seen as they moved secretly and gave tips of money and advice to every ear that seemed to need it.
I still wondered about the World I'd left behind and what had happened to it.
Maybe the remaining species would fight each other vying for dominance.
The rules never changed.
And in that forlorn state of mind I pushed the control lever forward and the blades of the 'ascentron' began whizzing ,picking up speed and power to enable the ascent across time and dimensional boundaries.
It would be a thrilling ride anyway, no matter where I turned up.
It occurred to me too that as dark as the philosophers words were, a glimmer of hope was somehow always sought.
A glimmer of hope was what drew me on. To get to the bottom of where all the troubles came from, and do away with them, if my weapon was up to the job!
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Fed up with 'Chicken brains' ?
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Posted:Sep 1, 2023 1:12 pm
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2023 5:59 pm 6505 Views
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That was the problem, that by breeding with the lower class of morons the girls had got simple minded bonking machines, but they couldn't provide any worthwhile mental stimulation.
Not the kind a girl needs and the 'Chads' were a hard nut to crack.
Chads were in control of their vulnerabilities, and wouldn't let you in and that was infuriating.
But chase them they did and their frustration was plain to see.
Even if they could get a from one they'd wind up a 'sigma' who didn't give a 'rats ass' about your conniving and controlling mental complexities.
That's where Sucker punch came in and it dealt the blow that shook women to the core.
Now the intellectual types justly resided on their pedestals of gold.
They were rare and the girls realized that they'd taken a turn in the wrong direction and that the world needed more people who could think desperately.
They'd created a zombie cult that drank treated girls like shit, fucked and stole sports cars they'd street race before they'd burn them.
To them the whole equation was simple, and the controllers had no answer to it.
Seeing the rightful citizens protesting for change was pitiful as they knew nothing would come of it.
And meanwhile their daughters were getting fucked up by the mob.
Yes life was "Sucker punch!" .
Get what you can before they lobotomize you !
I'd fallen into a crowd of steampunks and that's where I began to learn about the functions of time and the 'others' who were looking on from another dimension.
You could join them if you smart enough to 'crack the code' and escape the chains that held you.
Reality once grasped showed the Earth to be at the very lowest level where 'Mad max' characters would fight it out to make it to the next level.
On a different level it was the nerds who'd put their own take on it.
They put a plan in place that dealt a blow in the gender wars and they'd monopolize the system in their favor.
And it was easy as the girls by creating that class of imbeciles had left them wide open to be financially abused and controlled.
The fury the controlling feminists felt was palpable.
The monster they'd created would surely attract God's ire.
Like a Trojan they'd come, waiting for night to fall before emerging from their hiding place with double edged swords in hand.
If they watched Sucker Punch and understood it, the pieces would all fall neatly into place and soon they'd meet their fate, the same in the movie and the iron gates of hell would close them in to a scene of darkened skies and vultures.
And from the desolation, a memory of warning would be all that lasted and in time those wounds would heal enough for another chance to be given.
A petulant seed would flourish in a new dawn and once again strangers would chose the paths they'd follow.
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