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I would like to point out that no mention of the bullet point form topics was mentioned.
I’m glad I remembered the title because there was lemon cake and … well.. Lemon cake. The origin story of lemon cake for me, goes all the way back to when I never learned gradients. Lemon cake was always just awesome. Those that I might grade as very different qualities today were ignored as a young child not having a lot of conversations with my parents. My Mom did make a special lemon pound cake. It was a delicious solid pound cake, not quite dry, but not really moist. It wasn’t bread. These really are not lemon cakes. They’re oversized… oh. What do you call those ..

ah, not important.

I love pound cake more than lemon cake really, My Mother made a pound cake and the lemon was great. and then she drizzled a thick golden yellow semi solidifying icing sludge. The top of the cake looked like the gutter at the end of our driveway. As I think back, my memory has adjusted so that the yellows were very similar. Our eyes do this, but in this instance, the unreliable colour memory match was secondary to the verification his story is true.

Crap.  I’ve done it again.  I’ve time travelled.

You have not time travelled you nitwit.

Nitwit. Cool. I think that’s worth 5 points, isn’t it? Yes, although technically a few countries use it but only because we conquered everyone who used the term imbecile or fool.

Oh that’s horrible. You know you would have slaughtered most of them even if they’d agreed to say nitwit.

Anyway – shut up about that. You sounded in real distress… (pointing with a look he knows)  And shut up about I can’t hear. I know how our fucking universe works Ranj… and … I’m … telling you. I’ve been here before. I know what is going to happen next.

… heavy sigh. And of course, this happens now… as you’ve just … started writing fiction.

I was never writing fiction. I’m writing scripts written as if I were living now in the character. In fact, I am not writing scripts. I am transcribing. These are the transcripts of the all mighty NOW.

What did you just do?  What did you say – -argh – type, whatever they’re calling our consciousness now. Did you just create a new expression for God that suits your own needs?  Did you just —

STOP. Don’t start getting in the territory where we both realize your argument is silly but you still need to defend your belief in the story, in order to get the bake sale and charity car wash money that pays for Ron’s son to be in the Special Olympics.

Now listen. Arrrrrr I hear the bell.

I told you. Everybody hates that fucking service bell.

What?

Those bells. Those shrill silver dome things you click once to assure your service technician arrives in a bad, suddenly disturbed mood. I hate that bell. It os one of those noises that seem to travel just a teeny bit faster than the others, slicing the air.

Whoa.  I don’t hate bells at all.

… oh.  That never occurred to me. My fear of being started is based on the sources of such startles as a younger child, probably between birth and age 5 – or so. I will credit the wording I use is all that I can remember of the idea. Base core memories are observed and burned in the first five years. Do your best to have them learn that the lies they’ve been getting in trouble for are meaningless to the discovery of the lies your parents tell, and laugh.

Hey man. You need a Snickers.  You’re starting to sound like the toaster.

I had toast this morning.

the buzzer goes off to the side. A slight murmur of the small crowd in attendance was almost perfectly in unison with their expressions of; oh fuck I thought we’d gotten rid of that buzzer gag.

No.  Side betting is the new culture in a word where nobody wanted to work, so nobody has to. We all make money betting on what other people will decide, thus making the pressure far greater than ever on those of us who can’t decide.

Ah yes… but we have you covered.

Do you pay for me?

ha ha… not what I meant and you know it. You also know it pisses me of that I do in fact pay for everyone like you. I live in Canada.

Just be thankful the Orange ones don’t get in.

What?

There are more of you?

Nevermind.


Let me explain how I went back in time.

I knoooow.

You do?

Yes.

You’ve just been shitting me this whole time?  Do you know how?

How what? How I went back in tiiiime?

Nooooo… You didn’t.  We were pranking.  You guys call it PUNKE’D I think.

I’m pretty sure we all try really hard to call it absolutely anything else..

But this is not a prank.  It’s another glitch in this universe.

Raj you keep trying to get us to believe in some crazy theory.

No. I am asking that you consider yours is a similar but different crazy theory.

The Gre–

No. I stop you.

What?  Really? You think you can stop me? It’s my quote and I like to use it when it seems fitting.

I’m older than you. I remember when I first understood the difference between … well let’s just say, the longer you’re here, the more loops you get to learn from.

I’m telling you.  I skipped a loop.  I looped back.

I can prove it.

Well, of course, we need to see proof of this magical power. How?

I want you to stay silent. Don’t respond, ok? oh wait.. You can say ok that you understand by then wait.

I think I remember this prank Raj. You just ignore it and then in an hour you call back and when I answer you sound electrocuted.

Shhhh

Don’t SHHHHHH

Shhhh the shhhus — Her hands go up to each side with a flair to silence everyone.

Wait…. Wait…. I travelled back in time, and I did it from here. I happen to know the next thing will be my own words from before, continued in the same format that I recognize.  Wait.  Shhh. “I was amazed this year to disco–

I was amazed this year to discover that … click click I could swap out the new USB without that waiting period the nerds keep telling you could be as bad as somebody stealing your computer.

(He wants to speak more, but she grabs him and runs out the door)

Strangely, without anybody really noticing the incongruity, Ranj pops his head up from the back and yells, we tried to explain having your laptop stolen is way-way worse. How could you not understand that?

We stop for a moment, and Raj cocks his head slightly like a dog does when it’s curious. I open my mouth to say something but realize there is no way to come out of that alive if by chance he thinks I’m relating dogs to — argh.

oh no!

What?

We might just have changed history!?!?  Oh shit.

what?  What?  You are nuts. You know you’re just tripping right?  You didn’t time travel.

but… there was more!  Quite a bit more.. I think.

More what?

Well… we started talking, and so the NOW went down our stream instead of the one it was destined to —

you know how I feel about destiny?

No I don’t.  What? Why would you say I know how you feel about destin–

“You are my density.”

Ha. 15 points setup and risky joke that ends up being a mild irritation if you’re wrong.

However – di you realize I’m talking about time travel. Makes the joke double point payoff.

I believe we could be in… well… I guess we’ll never know, I mean it was only a 15-second difference at most. I stalled your NOW and changed 15 seconds.
Big Deal.

Just then a construction beam from the ceiling swings down and slices his head off.

How long was that?

26 Seconds.

Then it was his time to go.

I have an idea.

Well, do we want those 15 seconds back?  We’ve already compensated our schedules and changed our watches. NOW doesn’t stop when you have to tie a lace.

But I have an idea.

Ok.. You might not love this next part.

Ok. Wha do yo–

SHHH.  (The look)  SHH

Silence.

The second set of silence, although there was no way for humans to see they were clearly separate.

pause

Ranj has one of those accents that we used to be allowed to laugh at because they can be hilariously funny at times. I get it. I understand that we need to be nicer to each other because apparently, words hurt way more than sticks and stones.  It should have been tanks and bombs can break our bones, but you better believe you’re going to be grateful you get to hear those words nagging you ass to get the clothes out of the dryer.

pause pause

Oh.  I guess that’s it.

Well, that was hardly 15 seconds just now.

Yes it was

no it wasn’t

yes it was.

Well this isn’t an argument.

DING – I’m sorry. The five minutes are up.

DING?!?!  Where did you get that bell?  Why on earth would you have the exact bell I just finished describing is on the shelf in my bedroom in hell… and the subway that runs between the bathroom and my bed isn’t actually as loud as you might expect, well I guess really it probably is loud but everything is so loud it kind of just all hums after a while. It’s the vibration that drives me nuts. They picked a good hell for me.

I thought vibrations was kind of your thing.

This vibration makes the bell fall at random and unpre… at completely random times. I just higher each new time because now I’m awake. I don’t like fireworks, backfires, forward fire, yappy dogs that don’t know the door makes that noise all day.

We are probably alike in how we react to some things in life, and even in how we react to a startle may have similarities, but for me, the noise usually has the additional side effect of wiping my memory clear.  I will often stand wherever I was when the noise broke my stream. To be fair, you’ll quickly learn as you read my style, I tend to forget my place a lot these days. Most humorously, in the continuous examples that virtually every single blog post in this collection starts off with an idea not even remotely related to the title.

You might be mistaking the quirkiness of my titles and judging it either fail or a genius with the incorrect data. Yes…

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oh crap.

now what? I thought we fixed it. We’re back. It was one paragraph.  Two sentences.

so what’s the problem now? Can you finish the ending up?  That’s your other speciality right?  Did you say you have a mental storage of all the commonly interchangeable sentence ends that are not commital?

Oh God. Do I sound like that?  It does sound like me.

Once you explained you add more stones to the yellow brick road so it winds and you have longer to think up the best ending.

That doesn’t sound like me.

It sounds like a student of your teachings making it my own.

Retell the stories.

Together they say; Things that go without saying need to be said more often.

Do you hit the t hard in often?

ok.  so we’re good?

Well…

The shushes.

Yes. You were being cheeky.  You won’t like this my Captain. Shush.

Right.

So where are they?

I’m sure they’re up there. They were ages ago,

Were they?

But I did go back in time! I swear.

Yeah, I know. It happens all the time when you sit in that chair. When Alice walks by, it sparks and wiggles just enough that you don’t notice but you start reading a paragraph previous.

oh.

Well, that makes sense.

Well… yeah. MOre sense than going back in time.

It’s not that crazy. Hold on. Be fair. None of us is prepared to learn whatever we learn that is beyond our version of possible. Admit it. Not one of you is going to just accept it.  Look how hard it is to get idiots to stop believing your guy can walk on water and – get this – I said he was the son of God and they bought it but.

but?

But then I said.. he IS God.

Wait, what?  The son of God is God?

Hold on a second.  What is happening here?

oh my god. Why is everything such drama with you? What? Nothing is happening… well, except that beam that chopped off his head right in front of us.

You don’t notice anything?

When did we become Gods?

What do you mean?

Well, a moment ago I was alone… and then you came at me.

I didn’t come at you.

No, but you did come out of nowhere.

Everywhere is out of nowhere.

Wait.  Really?  We’re Gods?

Oh.  Huh.  I never really noticed before but everything makes a lot more sense. How long have we been gods? I seriously don’t remember anything before waking up on the couch just now when you dinged.. when you make that memory shatter my joy. It was either just now, and a million years ago. We were not counting the time between till the third one.

Did you say you don’t remember anything before waking up just now?

Yeah. It’ll come back I’m sure. I bet I could ride a ronkle like I did when I was 5.

No.  You don’t understand. None of us do. We all just woke up. No memory.

Wait… really?  Everyone?

Well, how do you know we’re Gods?

(waves arm, explosion, planet and industrialization)  I’ve been doing that for about 20 minutes. It’s great fun, and then Donny has created this galaxy with two suns that doesn’t quite work, so he destroys every galaxy I create. It seemed appropriate for the metaphor.

So maybe this is how Gods start. BAM here you are sucked in. Start making what you need.  Maybe God was Adam. Maybe he made Eve out of his rib. Then he says, I will treat you right, but you must remain loyal to me. She says; well of course God. I am loyal to you.

God and his sib-wing companion live for quite some time in paradise. You might confuse the workers in the garden with migrant workers, but the actual truth is, the colour of human’s skin is actually directly related to where on the globe they evolved to best suit the temperatures and conditions of the sun.

So who are you?  Who’s THE God?  Is it Mom?

Who Who Who… What?  No.  This is before that. When there were Gods for everything.  Leanard Pilksmith is the god of Hershey’s Walnut kisses.

OoOoOOoo… so close.

That’s what I said. I said, Jeff will say you were close.  He loves the regular Hershey’s kisses.

Oh.  By the way. The shushes were all shushed and accounted for?

How do you know? Did you go look? We’re not supposed to read back you know.

I didn’t. I just know.

You just know. I bet.

I am the God of WordPress.

It all makes sense now.

Doesn’t it?

No. Not at all. God of WordPress doesn’t get sarcasm.

They never invented literary sarcasm. It was always hidden so the dumb people would learn the totally opposite wrong facts.

Do you know that when they first started to give black people the right to vote, West Virginia passed a law all radio and TV ads had to give polling information in a sarcastic tone, using extremely obvious incorrect answers.

What? I don’t believe that for an instant.

You’re right. It was fake news.

Of course, it was.

It was actually Florida.

Well, that I can believe.

blackout.

End of Part 1

Sunday Feb 18th 2018

 

Wait, what? Shocking Realizations

Doesn’t it bother anyone else that an apple with a bit out of it is the symbol for betrayal, evil, and the creation of hell.

Oh yeah, and a computer company.

 

Point form open window, but the dog looks at my hand

idea: reset the … brain apparently.  (edit. If I can figure out how to get every new blog post to use the Divi, then I can actually accumulate the post it notes on the side.

 

I smile at how sneaky the…

Blog therapy, video therapy, fame therapy, pizza therapy.

There will be a lot of invisible pauses I think.I will get into a grove at some point. I think I will side withe the defence and apologize for being too intence, and …

Wel, I’ve tried I think 5 escorts in my entire life at varying costs, quite frequently when I could certain;ly not afford it.

 

One story I do remember… Well Appaerntly not. You see, I have an ear pice to the van out that window but he stopped talking to me.


the fight so far… The loop I am living now, long past the point where I switched to actually being a drug user. I heard some say that I can’t be sure if I’m an addict until I try to quit. Till then, I assume it won’t be a problem.

—One battle they don’t teach you in drug education….. Ok, it’s likie that eh? Third day blogs are babble.


Hello. My name is Orange Jeff, and I live in an alternate universe which exists on computers interconnected world wide on the Internet.

 


Dear person of the future. I occasionally get some of my frustrations in life out of mt systemby ending myself notes from the past..

I want

 

 


Hello I am going to tell my story changing the names. I am looking for a long term relastionship with Somebody as great as … well, no. I was about the say Rosanne. She was the one who ran that house… but she yelled.

Next.

 

A NEW TASK.

Some ofmy fears. My reactions to things are quite frequently either not what you’re expecting, or a moment later when you’re not ready. This LBM


I am in search of the right woman. It would be so much easier if she were searching for me too, because it’s just not working for me. For my dating life in this new world is futile and really very bad for my up hill batle to stay confident about who I am. It’ still way to easy to.

Here is the problem. Whoa.  That isn’t right. ok… we’ll edit this all out right?

random guilt.

The thoughts are not sticking arond very long tonight. My o face is just me saying o tonight and I want to finish most sentences about 5 words in, max.


I have been trying to write something great in the big white box we now use to impress our mate. Opening line jokes had a very brief period where over the top bad could sometimes just squeak in as the opener and then you can denounce or cheer that team or side or which ever one she smiles at.

The next day’s blog doesn’t matchup to my memory of the night before. I’m moving on.

 

 

 

SUPERPOWER

SUPERPOWER

If you believe that the story is the only prize. The story is all. The storyeller are the winners.

If you believe in the story, then there is little difference between good and bad. If you understand the power of creating your own stories, then any situation no longer has a happy ending or a horrid ending. Both have a good story.  To anyone who didn’t share the NOW, the story is what survives… and you get to tell it, not only to anyone who’ll listen, but you get to tell the story to yourself.

Understanding the story gives you a superpower. If all outcomes are equal, and the reward is the gift of something new to share. As a bonus it also gives you the power to ignore this, and just say you understand.  hehehe.

 


 

I am an idiot. Make fun of me at my own expence

I am an idiot. Make fun of me at my own expence

I don’t feel high, but I’ve made a few high stoner type blunders today.

Correcting people using the wrong YOU’RE. An Opinion.

I understand we’re not perfect. I make a lot of errors when I type that I often ask you to excuse. I even have a gigantic blog that I announce is not proofread and is filled with many atrocious errors. Some are caused by actual spelling errors, while others may be typing errors or hilariously unpredictable word predictions that keyboard makes. I am still perplexed by how amazing auto correction be one minute, and then the next it is swapping of the word sins with flashlight.  Sins.. spelled correctly is swapped out for another word that isn’t 4 letters and doesn’t start with an S… and then later I’ll type glightwriter and it won’t know all it needs is a T instead of a G.

However, there are some errors that are not the fault of the computer, and really are not spelling errors. I will admit I don’t fully get the effect/affect differences but I learned the big three pretty long ago. The ones that people will correct you on.

The theres, the twos and the right your.

To say it offends me when I see the wrong your somewhere isn’t quite true. That word almost has a new meaning as the default position for attention seeking emotional people that need you to know they so strongly disagree with whatever it is today that they choose to say they are offended, which in most cases is ridiculous.

However, having said that, seeing the wrong your is my top beef, because it tells me you just don’t care. As forgiving, I am with the idea that it’s OK to not care. You can talk all day long about how many fucks you have to give about anything. However, as I age I discovered the second level of not caring. It becomes a part of your story in my universe… and you are OK with not caring about that either.

That is a superpower I’m still learning, and can’t fully comprehend. I use similar logic with the two levels of racism. I am fine if people want to live their lives with the first belief they were taught, and not upgrade. If you learned to hate black people and fear foreigners, I’m OK with that. But the second level is, you should at least be self-aware to know that you’re not in the majority and that sharing those feelings openly with pride is what shocks me.

It’s OK to be wrong or ignorant in this world today. You might actually be with the majority on some opinions and views, but I have a problem with people who take pride in their ignorance even after demonstrating awareness of those views being wrong. I lose respect for people who respond to a YOU’RE correction with anything that shows they know there are two yours but continue to use the wrong one.

With the three theirs and three two, I’ll let pass. The reason I hate the your confusion is because you SHOULD know it because they are not two versions of your at all. Unlike their and there, your is a word, and you’re is two words, contracted. You should not have to ask Google or a smart friend like you might with THEIR… You should know that you’re even SOUNDS different… Argh.

However, I must enter a mental debate every time I see it wrong because it can be a real error and you’re not ignorant… I just have a hard time comprehending the mindset that they know, but they don’t care. It’s just a typo, but one that I can almost equate to wearing a Cocaine T-Shirt to a job interview. Even if you understand it’s wrong, you don’t understand that other people will judge you without guilt or delay that you …

I’m going to stop.  I lost my mojo when the computer did something and my attention was diverted. The previous paragraph was started almost an hour ago. I’m only finishing now because it deserved an end… but in truth, I don’t have an end.

This is an example of a new word which has evolved this decade. One I was reluctant to use initially but then gave it.  Sometimes it’s just enough to say;

I CAN’T EVEN

Just know, when you use the wrong your, you gain a few demerit points in my memory profile of you. If you tell me you don’t care, you gain a few more. If you tell me it doesn’t matter, you will probably start a conversation… Even if you don’t have esteem issues and are self confident, how other people see you is important. IT is so easy to not be noticed.

End.

Not satisfying.

 

It happend this night. I switched

It happend this night. I switched

I was about ti wrute a new blog post this Tu

Restart. I had the auto correct settings slightly wrong. I’m happy with my choice to change my own normal. I both love and hate change depending on how much notice I have. I can not however livecwithout change.

The greatest stories of our life begin with change. Your universe expands.

Let’s get serious.

I need help, and I honestly think, for the right person with the right smile that changes me and … I lost the word.

No. I delayed long enough for the original thought to flow down my stream and now I have to decide. I want to tell the one I can share in public.

Fuck. That sent shivers. I will not share this on the public blog without edits.

Idea. I will edit all these and for a book forward with propped edits to make it less maniac, maniac at your door, because she’s dancing like she’s never danced before. However the first draft of always be available forces change one as an according option.

Ding.

I am getting excited that a small trickle of people have seen this blog.

Stop.

I insist on sticking to the titiliar topic. I only learned that word recently. It scored two points for a word I’ll use, and 2 bonus points because it has to in it and people will smile when they hear it. Some words get points just because they’re fun to say or flash memory to sex.

The old ha ha… He said Uranus humour.

Snapback.

This is an historic moment. I have been impressed with my last cool gadget buy from China back when I was carefree and wanted things. It was a cheap windows 8 tablet that could dual boot in old Android.

I loved it, and promptly upgraded to windows 10 with a 128gb memory card back when it was free. The tablet worked fantastic and never gave me issue, except some internet connection issues that were common among these China cheapie. My first try buy failed in 3 weeks. This was my second try. I think 199. Maybe I lost $220

I love it.

I looked at the Android boot and it was old ugly icons that reminded me of my first 49 China Cherokee tablets. I never went back to Android because I already had my phone and the Nexus 7 in my bed  this tablet was iPad size, but thin and light.

So what changed? I opened my blog page in chrome and started to blog. I have actually cool Bluetooth keyboard I could easily buy and resell or just review. It’s special.

I looked down. It had not capitalized my sentence. It had not fixed anything. It highlighted the words it could recognize as wrong but some were just not in the database. I sighed. Oh yeah.

Just then it hits me. I’m not using windows as much as Android. Ding… I think, I can make that ugly Android look modern I get. I downloaded the new Google now launcher, and essentials. This tablet is amazing in bed. I can use the fantastic Gboard keyboard with Google search and bitmoji built right in. It’s way faster than WordPress was on thereunder 10 OS.

I also have the hard keyboard. If I look, I may even mirror my Samsung here.

 

 

 

Memento Blogging

I just realized my Blog is like the movie Memento. It can be read backwards, and you learn what everything means in reverse, eventually. Imagine if I wrote it as a book, but one that was designed and styled to be read backwards. You start at age 100 with the current blog, and it reads backwards. Nothing makes sense until you read more.

 

 

Eric the half a bee.

Eric the half a bee.

As I was falling asleep with my mouth slightly open because if the congestion when I heard a bee. I can’t be sure that it was Abby, but it was certainly louder than an average fly. It might have been an above-average fly. I’ve seen some really big flies over the past few years. Not science fiction horror movie big like the spiders, but the flies that would have made the football teams in fly world.

I listened for a while as it buzzed around making that strange sound that insects make as they jig Jag back and forth in different directions. It seemed to be staying in the air longer than I expected, has insects often fly from place to place but never for very long in the air. As Time passed, I started to think, maybe it’s not a fly. Or Abby. Maybe it’s some electrical sound that I haven’t heard before. It almost sounds like a man shaving his beard at 3 a.m.

Then suddenly I realized. It must be the lady upstairs using her vibrator.

I was able to fall asleep without the fear of an insect in my mouth.

 

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