#it like fucking 9 am in here and maybe 9 pm in usa

[tkblogforfun]

POV: the white wall after the crime scene

and no he wasn't just eating Karkat's pussy-

I realized that shit after looking at it for like 5 seconds

[pr1ncemax]

you know what bothers me most about jurassic world ?

the fact that the whole movie takes place over maybe one day.

like, you expect me to believe the mosasaurs-which were fed multiple times per day large quantities of shark meat-was just suddenly hungry enough to start eating literally anything? pterosaurs and people and then going to so far as to jump out of its pool to grab the indom rex???

The mosa was so overfed, that thing wouldn't have even felt hungry for days. And we see that Gray & Zach sat and saw a feeding before the park was evacuated. So, there's no way that thing was hungry enough. It was so used to being fed, that it wouldn't have gone out of it's way to hunt for at least two days. It was a wild animal, but it still had a feeding schedule, that it was used to. It did tricks. That thing was partially domesticated, it was used to loud noisy humans, like lions in a zoo. It wasn't gonna do shit that fast. Fuck off, movie.

which like, as an aside, is anyone else concerned for that thing's health? Someone did all the math already for how much fish they're feeding the great whites, and like--holy shit this park is expensive. but ignoring that, let's talk about big fishy things. Killer whales need to eat about 150 to 300 pounds of food per day. they weigh about 6,600 – 8,800 lbs. So, every day, they eat roughly 2.28%-3.4% of their weight. A mosasaurs weighed about 15 tons, so roughly they would need somewhere around 600 to 1,020 lbs every day. (Very very rough math here). (Note: Great whites eat . 5 to 3 percent of their body weight every day.) Great whites weigh about 1,500 – 2,400 lbs. They feed a whole great white shark to the mosasaurs?? WHICH, according to the Jurassic website, is EVERY TWO HOURS. HOW MUCH FOOD ARE THEY GIVING THIS THING??? HOW OVERWIGHT IS THE MOSA?? IS THE MOSA OKAY???? No, listen, listen--We don't know the park's operating hours. Basing this mostly on the USA but I assume it'll be similar from my quick look at disney worldwide. But most Zoos run on average from 9am - 4/5pm. Most amusement parks are 10:30 am - 8/9 pm. Disney, the most comparatively similar thing, runs from 9 am - 9pm. We can assume, Jurassic World runs from roughly 9 am, until sometime in the evening between 4-10pm. So, every two hours. Assuming they start on whole hours, not half, the earliest show time would be 10 am, 12 pm, 2 pm, 4 pm, 6 pm, 8 pm. (6 possible feeding times). If we assume, they start on half hours instead: 9:30 am. 11:30 am. 1:30 pm. 3:30 pm. 5:30 pm. 7:30 pm. 8:30 pm. (7 possible feeding times). 4-7 times a day they hold the mosa feeding time. Jurassic World is feeding Mosa somewhere between 6,000-9,600 lbs on the 4-feeding schedule. 10,500-16,800 lbs on the 7-feeding schedule. Which, if they require somewhere under 5% of their body weight per day like an orca, or upwards to 12% like a blue whale? (Which, for the record, is only 3600 lbs of a mosa). This thing is grossly overfed. It's getting fed around 20% to 56% of its body weight. There is no way in HELL I believe that the mosa would be willing to do EXTRA work to get food when it is literally so overweight, so overfed, that thing has not gone more than an hour without food in its entire life. Do NOT tell me that it's believable the mosa would go out of its way to eat the pterosaur or the indom.

[morgoonasstark]

thanks for tagging me @shadyladyperfection

name/nickname: jenna

star sign: taurus

height: 5′8″

time: 12:24 pm, but i wrote this down a few nights ago to type up later

bday: april 21

favorite bands: sleeping at last, panic! at the disco... i’m realizing i primarily listen to solo artists

favorite solo artists: tyler glenn, ariana grande, hozier, halsey

song stuck in my head: waving through a window from dear evan hansen. i know jack shit about the play but spotify recommended some of the tracks to me a few days ago and i vibe with it.

last movie: the parent trap, the one with lindsey lohan

last show: wandavision. it is no secret on my blog that i do not care for wanda at all but WOW this show is good so far.

when did i create this blog: ... i don’t like the answer i have for this. i’ve been on tumblr since 2012. i don’t think this is the same blog i originally created and i’ve taken year-long breaks from the site but either way i’ve been here for too long.

what do i post: just a random assortment of crap honestly. doctor who, mcu, video games. some exmormon stuff that i’m sure nobody follows me for but it’s my blog i do what i want. 

last thing i googled: “when do wandavision episodes release” lol

other blogs: @specialagentsergio for criminal minds and writing

do i get asks: nah

why i chose my url: bc tony calling morgan “morgoona” is just so hecking cute. i used to post so much more marvel before endgame...

following: 335 which sounds like a lot but since i’ve had this blog for so long, i’m sure a lot of them are inactive.

average hours of sleep: about 5 to 7 on work nights bc i regularly make bad decisions about my sleep on those days. on non-work nights, 9 to 10, sometimes even 12.

lucky number: don’t really have one? maybe 21.

instrument: violin. very much a beginner.

what am i wearing: my pajamas. shorts with that little cartoon avengers pattern and a t-shirt.

dream job: if my brain allowed me to retain information in an academic setting, i’d want to go to med school and be an E.R. doctor. as it stands, i’m content with my current job at a residential treatment center.

dream trip: ugh god i want to go so many places; i was born and live on the west coast of the united states and the farthest i’ve ever traveled is fucking indiana lol (a state on the east side of the usa). i really want to go on a tour of europe.

nationality: american

favorite song: mean question, but i guess i’ll go with devil by tyler glenn bc i have a shirt with one of the lyrics on it

last book i read: the camelot betrayal by kiersten white

tags: @sad--gittarius @jamestfortitsoutkirk @bisexualamy @pokemeown @resting-meme-face but no pressure!

[theskygivesmelife]

"I am the master of my fate,"

How ironic that a poem about self control uses this very phrase, whilst ignoring the fact that fate, or destiny actually imply that there can never truly be any control, for all is predetermined from the beginning of time.

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I'd say we don't. Nonexistence is a superior state of existence in my opinion.

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First things first: you don't love me, so stop saying you do. Even if you genuinely believe you do, you'll understand what I mean.

With that said, for the love of God can you stop messaging me? Not on WhatsApp because I will have *deleted* it, and not on Android messages because I can't respond as I don't have any balance. I use my phone only for music or gaming mainly anyway. Speaking of which, I thought I did make it clear that I don't want to talk to you. When was the last time we did talk? Right, your birthday. I don't remember ever being that drained after talking to you. Honestly, it was a pain—was it for you too? I guess that's what happens as one becomes truly apathetic. Seriously, I don't know who you're still trying to contact, but that person's dead. Well, not literally unfortunately, but if you do want to talk to some tired, disillusioned soul I'm still here I guess. As I mentioned, your little I love yous at the end don't really hold, because, you know, you're really just refering to the wrong person. For the record, I've started to think that not only am I incapable of loving, but am also incapable of being loved.

Anyhow, lets just say that if I were Jekyll then I'm Hyde now. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm responding to you. The "fuck her, why give a damn?" voices have been quite loud for some time. Well, I don't think of you all the time, so "fuck the world" might seem more apt as a generalisation. Back to the point: some time ago I'd have actually cared, but I don't give a shit now about anything.

I'll say it now: I don't think it'll ever be a good enough reason for you. I don't think any reason ever will. You'll probably still try to convince me to maintain contact, even though it's so horribly one sided. Well, I just couldn't care less for the most part. It'd probably be good if you wouldn't waste your time on me though. I mean, let's be real. You're not going to get my number once out if this country. Even if you miraculously did, you'd certainly make some replacement friends in college without the downsides that I have, so it'd be pointless. I know you won't listen anyway, and I said that I don't care either. So why am I even trying? I don't know.

If you'll remember I've tried to shut you out multiple times. It's funny now, ~because I feel absolutely nothing now.~ Quite often in the past I'd feel quite regretful or guilty, but now? Heh, just an emotionless robot just moving along now. Going through the motions you know. Still, if there's one thing I should mention, it's that I never lied to you when I said some sentimental crap like caring about you and such. Whoever I was back then, he genuinely ment it. And now, it seems like my wick is shorter than I imagined. It's going to burn up quick. You know what that means? Garima, it means peace at last. So, let me have my time now. I still dream of that little cottage far away, secluded from society. No-one for company. Okay, a cat and a dog. They'll be nice. A drum kit. Video games maybe? What'll I do? Electrician perhaps? Mechanic? Just so long as it isn't a crappy 9-5 job, and actually pays my bills. No people. No friends—do I really have any? No girlfriend—I don't want one (not asexual, but I'm not as horny as you I guess), and I doubt I'm capable of forming a proper relationship anyway. No family—I never had one to begin with. Can you imagine it? All alone and blissful. Just let me be. Please. One way or another, I'm gone. I'm actually feeling sad now typing this, tears in my eyes and all (I haven't cried in forever) but you shouldn't be. You've got a long, long way to go; you'll do well anyway. I don't know what I really was to you, or what I've done to you. I know that I was a hard person to deal with. I can't really list out all the times I've failed you; I hope you will forgive me for them. Believe me when I say that if there was ever I person I really tried to keep happy as often as I could, it was you.

" *Bye, stay healthy and happy* "

I won't—I can't.

Bye.

PS. Nice songs. I still appreciate music I guess, unless it's a really bad day.

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[8/18/2018, 12:03 AM] Prathik: It seems not. Oh well, I was hoping I could talk one last time. Silly of me; you're probably either sleeping or studying for tomorrow's — should I say today's? — test.

[8/18/2018, 12:57 AM] Prathik: You know, I've been thinking: what if I wanted to talk to you one day? Would you then be ready to hold conversation? I think you would, but that doesn't strike me as fair. I mean you say that you'll miss me, but that's something you'll just have to take in your stride. On the contrary, if I miss you, then I try contacting you, and in all likelihood you'll just respond. What do you think?

[8/18/2018, 1:44 AM] Prathik: Maybe you're free tonight? I just want to talk; I don't know what I'm even doing now. Ugh I can't even explain it without sounding like some self pitying shithead. Forget it. I'm sorry

[8/18/2018, 12:42 PM] Prathik: Seriously, the very dynamics of our interactions are messed up. Everything is based on my mood and how I'm feeling. Don't want to talk? No problem! I'll go silent. Depressive episode? No problem! I'll go silent. It's like I can literally choose what and when we get to converse. Tired of our conversations? No problem! I'll just stop talking to you. And all you say is that you'll miss me. Sure, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, but bloody hell — why didn't you ever call me out for my behaviour? Gee, we screwed up...so many flaws and nothing was even done about them.

Yes, I'm ranting. I'll say stupid things, and maybe hurtful things too. If I were completely aware of what it is that sounded like that, then I wouldn't be saying them. Not that it's an excuse for saying anything I shouldn't. You probably shouldn't take anything personally, because in all likelihood, I'll probably just be projecting.

[8/18/2018, 12:52 PM] Prathik: Oh shit, I really need psychological help don't I? Do you think that if I got better, I'd finally stop sabotaging all the relationships I have?

[8/19/2018, 12:19 AM] Prathik: Goodbye

[8/19/2018, 2:25 PM] Prathik: Okay, I'll just leave this here. Just one last thing. I honestly am doubting my mental stability: I'd wager that I'm fairly unstable in general and more so at this point. My mood seems to swing like a fucking pendulum, and for whatever reason, I have and possibly might keep spouting unnecessary shit. So please, just *IGNORE EVERYTHING* I say. *EVERYTHING.* Except this one last message. Please. It's all I ask.

[8/19/2018, 2:54 PM] Prathik: I'm also not going to be using WhatsApp anymore — no point now right? — so I guess you'll be spared if having to reply to anything.

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[8/8/2018, 10:24 PM] Prathik: Bloody hell, always nice to me even though I don't deserve it. Can't just go study like you ought to or talk to anyone else? You've got tons of friends after all. Perhaps one day they'll give you a consolation prize saying "good effort; hard luck" and maybe then you'll see how you're just wasting your time. Whatever. It's not like I can control you or force you to behave in a certain manner. Stupid world. Just leave me be

[8/8/2018, 10:52 PM] Prathik: I don't even know why you don't give in. I mean, what am I to you? Some depressed idiot that makes you feel better about yourself? I don't think that's the narrative you've sold to me, so that's probably not the reason.

It's kinda like you're an ant running against the wind. Not any wind, though, just that which is being blown by some sadistic little kid. It keeps running into it. Over and over it tries and fails. The wind keeps pushing it back, but the ant doesn't see how futile it's attempts are. It doesn't see that despite the fact that it keeps trying, nothing's going to change. It has so many other avenues of exploration, ones that would certainly lead to a great reception from the colony, but oh no. The ant keeps running, hoping that the resistance will decrease. Eventually the boy just blows harder, and the ant flies away and lands on its back. (Good thing it has an exoskeleton.) Only then does it see how pointless its efforts were, and that they were better off invested somewhere else.

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You know how people throw that fucking annoying platitude around? That things will get better? Doesn't happen. It's no different in its progression from a physical illness, and once you go beyond a certain stage you're only living on fumes at that point. Limited time. But it'll get better they say. Fucking hell, it can also get worse, but who's willing to actually concede that bleak truth?

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Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm just getting worse mentally. I mean, I set the suicide date for when I'm 25. It's only kept dropping. I started considering pushing it to college years, and now I'm genuinely pondering whether I should just drop out of college like when I'm 19 or so and be done with it — at least I won't have to wonder about how you'll come meet me in USA lol. I'm also drawing more blanks in tests. It's not like I don't know, it's just making me more and more anxious. Like the psychology UT we had just some time ago. I left 12 marks because it seemed to easy to be true and I thought I was wrong. I got 17.5 . And meeting people, ugh. Worse than ever. Sure I'm introverted, but at this rate I'm practically going to become a hermit. My ability to function like a sane person is waning, and it's actually quite clear. It's makes me awe struck and horrified at the same time seeing how someone is so capable of self sabotage. Yeah, I don't think I was made for this world. Just one big mistake that hasn't been taken care of yet.

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Oh, if you haven't listened to it already, you really should listen to Heroes by David Bowie. Please do, if you haven't yet. Just this one song.

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[6/28/2018, 12:13 AM] Prathik: I love you.

[6/28/2018, 12:14 AM] Prathik: ^ I just felt like saying that.

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You don't get it. I don't know for sure that you like talking to me. Yes, you've said so so many times that I've lost track. I'd be lying if I said that it were enough to convince me. It isn't; you can't do anything to change my perception of myself, and sometimes I'll project, being the idiot I am after all. There's never going to be a time when I can the voice that says you're you're just using me for some kicks or something to shut up. That doubt will never go, and every time you say something like that, I'll make sure to interpret it as evidence that even you don't care, that you just let your guard down. You can't ever really make me satisfied or happy, so don't throw away any more of your time actually trying to justify anything. If you know that what you've done is fine, then it's fine.

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[6/12/2018, 8:51 PM] Prathik: Speaking of which, it's interesting that you brought up the fact that our relationship is dysfunctional. Not that I really addressed it well when you originally meantioned it. It does make me wonder, are the dynamics of the way we interact with each other actually healthy? Perhaps we're just fucking each other in the ass and not even realising it? While it's a possibility that I consider, you should know that I don't think the second one is too probable. All the same, it's bothersome enough to actually consider pondering over. Funny, though, how I've just turned a blind eye to it; best relationship you've had you say. Pretty much the same for me, I suppose that's why I've not considered anything that suggests contrary to that opinion.

You know, we never did our cliched apologies. I'm not sure what exactly to apologise for; however, I don't have any qualms admitting that I did fuck up. I'm not sure it makes any sense to apologise for going silent for a month. Honestly, while I did miss you, I'm not sure of how much I actually regret it. Heck, if I hadn't misunderstood your message and not responded... Moreover, what's the point of saying sorry for something I've done multiple times and might do again anyway? It probably does defeat the purpose of it. I do regret making you angry though. I'm not too proud of getting you pissed off, I honestly am sorry about that. That conversation just didn't go the way I'd have liked it to I guess...

[6/12/2018, 8:53 PM] Prathik: Also, is it just me or have things between us changed? I mean, the one month silence probably did more harm than good. It'd have probably been better had I never done anything, or had not stupidly misinterpreted what you said and stayed silent after all. I don't know, I'm not saying it has anything to do with you anyway. I know who's responsible if something is wrong after all.

[6/12/2018, 10:04 PM] Prathik: Oh, today I mixed NaOH with NH4Br, boiled it and inhaled it. I also had to do some speaking for a group activity in English, and I didn't really fuck it up at all or get shaky knees

Just saying. Anyway, which Tapasya acquaintances are you still in touch with?

[6/12/2018, 10:42 PM] Prathik: Oh look, they just killed off net neutrality in USA. Fucking Ajit Pai. As if he didn't have an incredibly punchable face to begin with.

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[6/10/2018, 10:05 AM] Prathik: If you say so. Read at your own inconvenience.

Since I'm idiotic enough, I decided to read more of the dude's articles. Lost a ton of brain cells. Also, don't read the comments. Nutty, the lot of them.

[6/10/2018, 11:00 AM] Prathik: "The power of propaganda always surprises me. Only 30 years ago, homosexuality was almost universally condemned, and now it’s accepted in half the world and half the States. Clearly, the natural position worldwide is that homosexuality is a disorder, and should be condemned. The problem is, we lost the youth. Somehow, homosexual advocates were able to brainwash and indoctrinate them into accepting it. If you talk to anyone my age, they believe that homosexuality poses no health risks (homosexuals have a 5 times higher chance of getting HIV) and that they are born as homosexuals (despite no scientific evidence.) IMO this is a result of two things: homosexual propaganda (esp. through the internet) and the collapse of the traditional marriage model. The parents simply haven’t taught their children about Christianity and thus they are easy prey for the homosexual movement.

Honestly, I am very pessimistic and I feel that it’s only going to get worse as time goes on. More and more ‘Christians’ are accepting this behavior day by day and it’s heartbreaking."

Has to be the most ironic things I've ever read. Talks about propaganda and indoctrination, but completely turns a blind eye to how he's become what he is.

[6/10/2018, 6:29 PM] Prathik: And now, I've realised that I could have actually spent my time better by talking to you on the phone as you suggested. Not that I studied one bit as I planned to do.

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[6/9/2018, 1:56 AM] Garima Joshi: Bye now, love you.

[6/9/2018, 1:57 AM] Prathik: Bye. Love you.

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if I could really recover from the depressed, socially anxious, and suicidal person I am today, believe me I'd let you know immediately. I promise.

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[3/20/2018, 3:01 AM] Garima Joshi: I know you said you were tired. Thanks for sticking around. Always great talking to you.

[3/20/2018, 3:02 AM] Prathik: It's always fun talking to you. So.. yeah. Do we say goodnight or goodmorning at this point?

[3/20/2018, 3:03 AM] Prathik: Yeah. Stay safe in Delhi will you? Bye.

[3/20/2018, 3:04 AM] Garima Joshi: I'll try, I'll try.

Have a good day (today)

Bye, love you.

[3/20/2018, 3:06 AM] Prathik: I thought you said cheesy stuff were grossing you out...

I'm sorry, did I sound a little overprotective?

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Garima Joshi: Okay Patrick I love you v much but I'll find you a wife tomorrow, for now you need those 2 hours 58 minutes of beauty sleep to rope in all those women

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Prathik: Lulz. Fine. Love you too.

[rockettcnovak]

Tag Meme

Get to know me! Tagged by (Hey I wasn’t even tagged by anybody, this was just in my like folder and I assumed its because I wanted to do it)

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better.

1. Nicknames: Rae, Rocky, and Clay 2. Gender: female 3. Star sign: Scorpio 4. Height: 5′8″ 5. Time: 6:21 PM 6. Birthday: October 25th 7. Favourite bands: MCR, Placebo, The Eagles, Senses Fail. etc. 8. Favourite solo artist: PelleK 9. Song stuck in my head: The Only Medicine - Scary Kids Scaring Kids 10. Last movie watched: Spiderman: Homecoming 11. Last show watched: Vampire Knight (I’m rewatching it though i also watched it when I was 11) 12. When did I create my blog: I don’t remember like 5 years ago.  13. What do I post: memes 14. Last thing I googled: “Does Yen show up in Blood & Wine” (v important to me tbh) 15. Do you have other blogs: yeah, I have 3 that i use. This is actually a sideblog of @castielpondered which is my main blog, but she’s real fancy and old. 16. Do you get asks: not really 17. Why did you choose your url: That’s my fucking name, I’m not a creative genius.  18. Following: 502 19. Followers: idk, on this blog? Maybe 300 tbh/ 20. Favourite colours: grey, then blue.  21. Average hours of sleep: 3-4 (this is what my fitbit tells me.  22. Lucky number: 17 23. Instruments?: I played the clarinet and the trombone in school, then I took violin lessons for like 5 years.  24. What am I wearing: A totoro t-shirt and a tennis skort I had since i played tennis in middle school. 25. How many blankets I sleep with: there are three blankets on my bed, but i only use one. 26. Dream job: I WANT TO BE A WRITER.  27. Dream trip: I really wanna go to Ireland.  28. Favourite food: I like mashed potatoes. 29. Nationality: Born and raised on the east coast of the USA 30. Favourite song now: Round Here - Counting Crows

I’m not gonna tag 20 people. I’m gonna tag @julianjoystark @ahoy-spudnik and @dunsparcee cause y’all are babes. 

[shwarthog]

Okay, so how should I begin this?

I’ve never been blogging, like ever, yet I feel like I need to put all that’s going on in my head in words, just to have something left maybe? Or maybe because my thoughts have been such a shitstorm recently that I need to crystallize them, to put some order and shape back in my life.

So, I guess it begins with a departure. I left my hometown for a four months internship in Denmark, in the very nice small city of Aarhus. I don’t really know what to expect. Maybe I should try to stop expecting stuff to happen, just to be more open minded, and less disappointed.

I’ve only been here for three days but those days have been so crazy that I lost track of time. I arrived on the 27th at 9 pm, and basically a few moments after my arrival I found my roomies preparing for what seemed to be the party of the year. A teacher I met earlier in the bus from the airport had already told me a bit about that but I wasn’t really expecting to go for long. But holy cow, we woke up at 4 am to get there and have a spot. It really was more of a festival than a party.

They call it kapsejlads and it’s pure madness. Thousands of students on the shores of a lake in the campus, partying for a whole 24h or more. It really felt like what Woodstock would have been like, maybe a little colder and with fewer superstars though.

It had been a while since I had not drunk that much, I think I blacked out for like 4 or 5 hours. But it was really fun, I met so much fun and friendly people! From Italy, Spain, Mexico, Netherlands, USA, France and a lot of others. But still, even if I was having fun my mind kept wandering, 

Can I really be happy here?

How can I put the past away?

How the fuck am I supposed to move forward when there’s so much I’m attached to; when every memory is pulling me back?

There are so many things going on in my life at the same time and I feel so lost. So stranded and astray. So far from everything I knew. I guess it’s normal to be homesick but still. It’s a terrible feeling, I hope I will move on quickly. I hope I won’t become obsessed with what I wanted to get away from just because now I miss it.

Anyway, this is going nowhere, but still, words are the only way I have to vent what I feel and calm down. It also feels weird to think that people I don’t know might read that, or that nobody ever might read that...

Back to Denmark!

It looks like I brought some sunshine when I arrived and it feels really nice, because the weather here can be really terrible, and it changes so quickly!

So, this has to end somewhere, I’ll be beginning my internship tomorrow, I hope everything will be fine. The engineering school building looks amazing in pictures, I wonder how it will be when I’ll see it with my own eyes.

Until next time humans!

Shwarthog

[shreyasken]

The Fallback

As usual, Apu woke up at 6:45 am. He checked his phone and realised that this is the first out of the three alarms he schedules on a weekday. One at 6:45 am, next at 7, and the last one at 7:15. 7:15 - that is the deadline for him to get up, otherwise he will be late for gym.

He pressed the snooze button and drifted back to sleep, thinking he will get up with the next alarm. He does as well. 7 am - good time to wake up. He got out of the bed, and folded his quilt. Then he held the loft, and pushed his body forward. The folding and the stretching are important to him. They lighten him up; motivate him for his next routine.

Thereafter, he brushed his teeth and undressed. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, assured that yes, he is losing weight. He wore a light tee and basketball shorts, and walked towards the kitchen. Eating some dry fruits, he contemplated on getting a cup of black coffee. 'Caffeine early in the morning gives you an adrenaline kick, and makes you work harder than expected at the gym' - he had read somewhere. He decided against it, and started walking to the gym.

On one of these routine days, he correlated this walk to various sequences of a regular movie. Starting at his apartment - calm, peaceful, birds chirping around. Then a left turn, and here comes the butchers’ lane. The whole lane is lined up with meat selling shops (full of hues and cries of the animals) and garbage. These animals in the cages, as a collective, do not have an emotion. Some of them are not anticipating anything, as they do not know how a free animal’s life is supposed to be. But some of them have caught a glimpse of their friends getting cut into pieces, and are worried if today is their day. The shop owners do not sympathize with these animals. They are fresh, happy, and are looking forward to the day with a cup of tea in their hands. The sentiment of this road (according to Apu’s the-trip-to-gym-resembles-a-movie) is chaos, confusion and tension. This lane leads to the main road, wherein many humans appear. They are waiting at the bus stop, driving their cars, or are running towards their workplaces. This road represents the movie's high-paced climax, involving a million sidekicks of the villain and the hero, who tears every obstacle apart and reaches to his destination (in this case the gym). The gym, located in a quiet area, represents the end of the movie - beautiful scenery, happy people, and a better future. 

However, understand that Apu does not go through the whole emotional cycle everyday. This was a one-off thought. On a regular day, he plugs in his earphones and listens to his three favorite songs - ‘Alright’ by Kendrick Lamar, ‘Run the Jewels’ by Run the Jewels, and ‘These Walls’ again by Lamar. You might think that he listens to these high-energy songs to prepare himself for the gym, but that’s not the case. They do not affect him. Lately, nothing affects him at all, and that is what he has been aiming for from a long time.

The gym session is exhaustive and dreadful. In Apu's head it is a drag, but he tries to be optimistic about it. Apu is not a healthy guy, so he wears out in the first 20 minutes. The remaining 40-50 minutes is just pushing himself till the workout regime ends. The best thing to come out of the gym for Apu is going back home, looking at himself in the mirror again, and drinking his protein shake.

He then gets ready for work, and reaches office by 9:45. The 15 minutes early arrival is to eat breakfast at the office pantry. Work is good - Apu enjoys what he does, and gives in a 100%. He speaks to his colleagues politely, and keeps everything organised. His work, demanding and challenging, takes up around sixty percent of his work hours. The rest of his workday is spent in different activities - stalking people on social media, observing his females colleagues, and thinking about what would happen if he quit today.

People at his office start heading home at 6 sharp. Apu heads a vertical at the company, and has eight people working under him - young kids, fresh out of college. He does not want to portray himself as a strict superior, more of a ‘chill boss’ vibe. He never instructs the kids to stay back and work overtime, overachieve their targets. Everyone heads out of the office, except a few people including him. He reads, browses the Internet, and checks if there is any new email in his work folder to respond to.

Back home at 7:30 pm, he lies down on his bed for a while. The same questions cloud his head.

What the hell did I do all day today? Total waste!

Why am I doing this to myself?

Am I happy living this life?

Should I find a girl for myself? Life would be way more cheerful then. 

Maybe I need to relax. It’s just a matter of time. I will get into that business school I applied at, and then America! 

Let’s calm ourselves down. No need to find a girl for yourself. You are happy living alone. You love solitude.

Concentrate on 3 things right now - health, work, and dating. And B-school. Yes, 4 things.

9 pm. Wow, I wasted over ninety fucking minutes on these thoughts! Seriously need to get a life.

Dinner is another time consuming activity. Not having a cook makes things a little difficult for him. Either order some food, or eat some oats. Let’s order some food. I have eaten enough oats.

By 10:30 pm, Apu is ready to sleep. A good night’s sleep is necessary for him to perform at gym the next day.

Very important to go to the gym.

But he stays up till 11 pm, reading a book. This year he has promised himself to read two books a month - a whopping twenty-four books in the whole year! He is a bit behind schedule, but that’s ok. The trilogy is taking a bit of time, and maybe he can count it as three books instead of one.

What a beautiful fuckin’ life.  

** 

“Hey man! Come for dinner tonight. Birthday was on Tuesday, so thought will throw a party tonight.”

“Perfect! Will be there!”

Wow, he turned 28 this year! Time flies fast! I remember meeting this dude when we were 15 or something.

Yes, time flies fast. Look at Apu himself – He had the whole plan chalked out. Get out of college, work for two years, then write the management examination. Go to the best business school, work at a consulting firm for some time, and then move to the USA with wifey and kids. Though, things did not exactly move this way. He went through a boring desk job for 4 years. In this tenure he wrote the management examination twice, and failed every time. His girlfriend broke up with him because of his desk job and the delay in the career move. He quit shortly after, and moved to a small company. He and his girlfriend got back together for sometime, but broke up again.

Not her fault. She was not happy. I am taking too much time in moving up the corporate ladder.

Actually, the corporate ladder is fine. The ‘ladder of life’ would be a better description. Yes, I am taking a lot of time moving up the ladder of life.

People won’t wait for me. I need to make things happen. I need discipline, focus, and determination.

And hence, the rigorous schedule. 

At the dinner, Apu is cheerful. It’s been long since he met his friends who live in this part of the city. I should meet these guys often. We have seen so much together.

The friend initiates some small talk. “So how is it going? Work and life? All good?”

“Yeah, all ok.” Apu talks about his work. Then he mentions his daily schedule - how he is an early riser, and manages working out before work. He also talks about his personal life and the creative habits he is into post work hours.

“Wow. You get free by 7? That is unbelievable. I get done with work by 10, sometimes even 10:30!"

“Me too!” said the girl sitting next to him. The pretty one. 

“Yeah man. I have never seen the city at 10 actually. You know how it is at Investment Banking. I have a lot on my plate, so I usually get out of office around 11!” said the fat guy with the spectacles. 

“Hmm. Yes, I have some liberties. It is easy to finish work and get out of office early. Though my last job was tough - just like you guys.” Apu says. 

He realised he should not have said this. Why am I justifying? It is good to get free early and go home. Do something productive, creative. Why do not people understand that?  

Or is it? Maybe my job is not that great! What am I doing anyway? The company does not even make a difference in the lives of more than 50 people on this planet. Wow, I am clearly not doing enough.

Apu books a cab and goes back home, a bit remorseful about the whole evening. The cab driver was listening to some Hindi radio channel.

"Can you turn the volume down a bit?" Apu asks the driver. 

"Oh, sure sir." The music almost fades out.

The next morning, the first alarm buzzes. Fuck it.  

Then the next one goes abuzz. Oh c’mon ! Just let me sleep. 

The third one. Just shut the fuck up. I can miss the gym at least a day in the whole week.

First of the many to come.

[stone-man-warrior]

February 12, 2021: 4:21 pm:

https://www.cbs.com/shows/the-takeout/

https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1360306116685565954

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_Garrett

All signs point to The Takeout.

Major Elliot Garret, CBS news Chief Washington Correspondent.

The hostess with the mostess.

Bring him some Krispy Kreme’s, my treat.

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4:38 pm:

The record will show that a small airplane buzzed low and slow over my house at 4:38 pm.

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4:52 pm:

For those keeping score, I am winning.

https://www.premierguitar.com/articles/31382-mesaboogie-bandlander-50-100---winter-gear-slam-21?goal=0_93db14e670-536d3a40aa-65512397&mc_cid=536d3a40aa&mc_eid=941be062ce

Mesa Engineering: Badlander 50:

Made in USA at the World Wide Arm Wrestling Championship HQ City, Petaluma California.

When the terror takes over, they always go straight to the very best, first.

Mesa Engineering, World’s Premier Amplification Manufacturer.

Made in USA, by Canadian terror soldiers.

I like that Badlander 50.

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5:52 pm:

Here, you can watch and listen to two Canadian terror soldiers, Brad the Guitologist of YouTube fame, and Jeff Kiesel of Kiesel Guitars, as they use coded language on Google/YouTube to explain to other terror soldiers the intricate details of how US Citizen, disabled Medicare, Social Security beneficiaries make good targets for many reasons. They openly talk about “Partner Production”, forced experimental surgery on US disabled citizens, with use of Music Industry terminology as a shell basis for the terror language about kidnap and murder of US Citzen disabled people, the income that such people have, and how such Social Security income can be perpetuated after the victims are killed. They talk about a lot more than that with their coded language.

Kiesel has sent me two exploding guitars in my lifetime to my knowledge, and I suspect he sent others that were stolen in transit, and exploded when others in my neighborhood opened the case.

I may have been wrong when I reported that Mark Kiesel exploded along with Donald Trump at the Fred Meyer Gas Station on January 6, 2021, it looks as though I got Mark and Jeff Kiesel mixed up in my memory, so, that man I saw at the Fred Meyer Gas Station was more likely to have been Jeff Kiesel who exploded in a white bus when Donald Trump who was with him, and some others in the bus, opened the guitar case the Kiesel was going to send to me.

The Bus exploded out front of the Grants Pass Oregon Department of Motor Vehicles on Beacon Drive.

When US national Security is done jacking off, and wants to know more, I can say a lot more about Kiesel Guitars, Donald Trump, Fred Meyer, where the C-4 comes from, and a lot about kidnapped US Citizens of all backgrounds who are kidnapped and used as experimental amputation and plastic surgery victims and kept as pets by SAG members.

Until then, you can learn a lot by watching all of the Brad the Guitologist YouTube presentations to learn how to use music industry terms as basis for saying Canadian terror marching orders from Google/YouTube.

The way you can know that Kiesel Guitars are tools of terror soldiers, where buying one will be followed by an assassin, is to see that Kiesel Guitars are sold only factory direct. That is a common formula for terror take out of many “Businesses”. And, see that they make very pretty guitars, is bait, shiny, like a fish lure, and, especially, see that Kiesel makes weird, 8 string, and 9 string, maybe 10 string guitars at their shop, that tells musicians who are in the know about terror takeover to stay away from Kiesel to avoid confusion. The guitars are only a front for mass murder there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00ReU6IGACo

https://www.youtube.com/c/BradLinzyTheGuitologist/videos

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6:22 pm:

https://twitter.com/Pontifex/status/1360204506743545865

The progression of Pope Tweets is a online Vatican request to purchase or otherwise obtain military grade arms.

The Twitter feed malfunctioned when I went to read the Pontifex account and presented that photo of “The Hanging Gardens of Babylon“ there. That photo is a part of today’s Trump Impeachment hearing, in a number of extremely complex ways that US national security is simply not interested in learning, they absolutely refuse to do their jobs, and are allowing ... assisting hard core mass murders who took over US Government, the current US Congress and President is who I mean when I say hard core mass murderers, to continue to kill and replace the population.

This is in response to the Pontifex request for conventional military weaponry: Melania is open for business, again.

https://twitter.com/thehill/status/1360356524531601418

Those drapes where the gold is showing through, is another piece to the “Hanging Gardens of Babylon“ terror comm.

What that is, the “Hanging Gardens of Babylon” is usually Nancy Pelosi’s nick name when money, or goods, or services are requested by terror operatives, she becomes the “Hanging Gardens of Babylon“, as the “Speaker” who is doing the babbling. This time is different, Melania seems  to have taken on the role of the arms dealer, while the senate hearings are the “Babylon“, they just keep talking about bullshit that does not matter and won‘t make any difference ever, while all eyes are fixed on the the bullshit hearing distraction, meanwhile, a Biblical Sized set of terror events are taking place in the shadows, behind closed doors, probably in the same building where the bullshit hearing is being done.

Those gold hanging portions of draperies in the Senate hearing room, combined with the Twitter glitch that made that add come up with that gal in the bikini, means all systems are GO!. the Pieces, two of them for a Hanging Gardens Terror scenario, are all present and accounted for. There is a ton of other comm from the hearing that goes with this Vatican request for US Military conventional weaponry where Melania Trump has set up a “Pop-Up” arms vending kiosk, right there at the Capitol Building, not Mar-a-lago.

US national security personnel will likely be told some other bullshit, and they will be the ones that make the arrangements for the delivery of the tanks, airplanes, boats, big guns and bullets that will be taken to places that suit the Vatican, British, and Hollywood terror leadership.

This is not the first time the “Hanging Gardens of Babylon” has been used for supplying the Canadian/British/Vatican terror army with US Military equipment from the US Fake Congress and Office of (SAG) President at the White House.

Read carefully:

The people who are occupying the US Government are terrorists who took over, they are draining all of the US Military equipment out of US Possession, and into the hands of terror army platoons elsewhere, and within USA for use later on against the remaining population, and against other nations for Global Domination Under the Cross, Vatican/Britain rule, and Screen Actor Guild leadership who will become what they call themselves as “The Master Race” who train and command many custom surgically altered slave people to serve the needs of the terror leadership. That is what the “Partner Production“ has been for, to do experimental surgeries for the surgeons to learn what limits there are to crafting custom tailored human beings to use as slaves.

Do a search for: “US Military equipment on a train“ to see a small glimpse of the truth, the amount of equipment being sent away is enormous, and what you will find is only what people were able to see and film, a small percentage of what really is happening is shown.

Say Bye-Bye.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGp6AmhUv4g

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Military leaders convention Q & A from reporters:

☺ “I have a question for the Admiral of the Pacific Fleet, US navy”

☻ “I am the Admiral of the Pacific Fleet, what is your question?”

☺ “Admiral, I need to know who you take your orders from“

☻ “Military commanders take their orders from the Commander in Chief, who rely’s on US Congress to make military decisions”

☺ “Who would take your orders from in event that Congress and White House were hijacked, and the people there have been fooling everyone, and then you were made aware of that, that all of government was fake, and was fooling every one?“

☻ “I take my orders from the Commander in Chief”

☺ “You don‘t understand the question... in event that you learned that the Commander in Chief was a false president, then, who would you take your orders from?”

☻ “I would adhere to my duty to take orders from the Office of the President, the Commander in Chief”

We are all fucked because there are no rules anymore.

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8:52 pm:

Local Conditions:

40 degrees (F) and drizzle. Absence of wind.

new terror assassins team at 445 Jackpine, looks like a group of four so far. They are associated with Chartrand 376 Jackpine, and with US Postal Service terror cell. That group is likely to be the source of some new and different computer hacking I experienced today.

My guess is Vintage King Audio terror associates is also nearby. VKA and the US Postal Service are key players in “Partner Production”. The USPS is known as “The Stork” because part of the mail carrier’s normal daily routine as a terror army operative is to bring small kidnapped children to the Seventh Day Adventist nannies who raise them as disposable terror soldiers for doing the more dangerous attack and spy work for the Canadian terror army under Screen Actor Guild command hidden in Twitter news stories and in email promotions from the music industry. I suspect the new terror pansies at 445 Jackpine are hear in response to enlightened email I sent to Vintage King Audio in anticipation of luring some hard core murderous terror soldiers to my home, so that I can defend myself, and in doing so, perhaps gain attention from real national security personnel, so that maybe they will help me to regain some freedom, and interview me about what I have learned about global terrorism over the course of my lifetime, and mostly over the past twenty years or so here in Oregon.

The email I sent to Vintage King Audio was such that it should have produced a quick response, and indeed there are signs of such a response, so, all I need to do, is wait for the pansies at 445 Jackpine to make their move. They are likely to play the “Friendly new neighbor routine” where someone comes over to say they moved into the neighborhood, and brings some baked goods, while asking for some kind of item, tool, container, or other thing in return. They attack while the victim is looking for the thing they say they need.

Deadmotherfuckerswaitingtohappen are at 445 Jackpine, in league with whoever is occupying the Chartrand terror cell at 376 currently, as all of the Chartrand’s have been dead for more than six months, yet all of their belongings and vehicles remain at 376, and other people are always there watching, spying, and continuously scheming to try to kill me, while keeping me imprisoned inside of my home.

I suspect Portland Postal Police could be the terror cell at 445 Jackpine, there is one who goes by the name Officer Goonze, hence, the “Goonze Squad” name given to the Portland Postal Police.

“Lick it, stamp it, send it” is their motto.

The grey Mazda Oregon License 098 MDE I think it was, that was at 520 Jackpine, the people that had hopped the fence and stayed there for only one day, with big dogs, is no longer there at 520 Jackpine, and the place once again looks deserted as it normally does until new assassins come to occupy that for attack at my house, happens about one day per week, I don’t often get a chance to see their vehicles though.

I heard one gun shot in the distance from the direction of Grants Pass Community Church just one minute after passing by the cameras that are pointing at my driveway at Monroe’s terror cell. The cameras are everywhere, as I take a walk, I pass by where the terror bastards know where I am, and when I am there, and that is the time they begin their offensive attacking, County Sheriff is always on call to do the necessary frame work, replacement terror soldier plant, and the dirty job of paper work.

I took this photo on February 3, 2021. There, on that stump, on that thin pole at the top of it, is a camera. I am standing on my driveway near my driveway gate, that camera is fixed on the place where I walk, and is where I need to park to open and close the gate when I drive through there. That wire fence is the fence line that separates my property from where Monroe’s took over the property at 434 Jackpine about five years ago.

I have some other pictures I tried to send to my email, but the terror bastards have my phone hijacked, and the photo won‘t send until I kill the son of bitch at 445 Jackpine, then, it will send.

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10:01 pm:

Another short walk outside, and that’s one down. Three to go at 445.

They have accomplices stationed at Strong’s at 3747 Russell Road it looks like, there is a dead terror soldier evac happening now somewhere near 598 Jackpine, Manning terror cell, could be at 600 Jackpine Taylor terror cell.

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10:29 pm:

Two more pictures taken on February 3, 2021. This is another angle of that same camera pointing at me for murder hit information as I walk by on my driveway, there is nothing else for that camera to see, it’s pointing at me all of the time, and that is only one of many such cameras pointed at me from many places at Monroe’s. I think the cameras they use for trying to kill me were sent to me by potentially helpful people who don‘t understand that I am the last remaining US Citizen for hundreds of miles around, the terror army is not going to allow me to get anything in the mail or by other delivery other than a bill for electricity, insurance, mortgage, phone or internet service. They certainly will never allow me to get any packages in the mail.

This one is a telescope on a tripod. That too, is pointed right at me when I take a walk or drive somewhere, it looks like it has a camera attached to the side where the viewing scope is at. That telescope has been pointed at me for a long time, from different places, they move that one around from time to time.

Please send help.

There are no public safety persons in Oregon.

All of the citizens have been killed and replaced with terror soldiers from Canada, some US Citizens may be held captive as slaves.

There is no more US national guard, they too were all killed and replaced long ago.

There are no medical services for US Citizens, so, if you do come to help, you need to bring your own hospital.

Please send US Military. There are approximately 50,000 armed terror soldiers in Josephine county. About 75,000 in Jackson county. About 25,000 in Douglass county, and about 25,000 more in Klamath county. Those are conservative estimates.

Be prepared for a verity of poison gasses, armed people who conceal small weapons, swords, nitrous oxide and other “Boutique” airborne gasses that make you sick, unable to defend.

Be prepared for an army that looks like white Christian church goers, married “Mating Pairs” of terror soldiers mostly from Quebec Canada, are bi-lingual French and English, most are illiterate, cannot read English, have “British Still” custom education, is all backwards and alternate English language use.

Please send help.

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February 13, 2021: 1:13 pm: Extra:

https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1360622398098309123

Reuters UK requests more BBC information about the “Hanging Gardens of Babylon“ US Military Arms arrangement where the US Shill government does not “sell” arms to Vatican/British terror forces, but rather “hands them over, up the command chain“ because that is what they are there in the US Government to achieve.

So, by request:

“Hanging Gardens of Babylon” terror comm turns into a “Chest of Drawers” after the transfer of the military equipment is complete, for communication purposes.

“Chest of Drawers”:

“Birds of a Feather, Flock to Heather”

She’s dead though, so, that is an old saying for terror comm, is obsolete.

When Tom Fitton Jehovah’s Witness is involved in the comm, “Chest of Drawers” looks more like this:

All is symbolic, and is dependent on the intended recipient of the terror comm.

One man‘s gun is another man‘s bullet, when real terror speaks.

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February 13, 2021: 1:44 pm:

“Time Warp Terror”

What we are seeing on Twitter and presented on all of the news media everywhere about US Government activities, such as the fake impeachment, is all old news that never really happened.

Think about this:

When an author writes a book, it can take many years to complete the book, then get a publisher, then make changes the publisher demands in order that they will print to book.

Also, when musicians write music, the songs are often ten years old before they are ever recorded and made available to purchase.

Those ideas can help you understand that the reality of news media, is all fake, old, and augmented.

That Hanging Gardens of Babylon arms arrangement is old, has been done before with the very same video presentations at the same fake impeachment in 2008 on Beta Twitter, a time before Twitter was made publicly available, but was presented all on fast forward in Oregon, about ten years worth of Twitter time line played out over about a two year time frame.

All of the people we are currently seeing as US Congress, are all either much older than is shown, and are somewhere other than at the US Capitol, or, have died of old age by now.

The scenes are all pre-fabricated to produce some kind of result in real-time, with use of Time Warp of old video made possible by the skills and expertise of Screen Actor Guild and the complex experience of the SAG Writers Guild, in association to the worlds leading cryptographers at GCHQ SIS MI6 Britain.

The pre-fabricated videos work to produce the desired results, while also making enough questionable activity at US Capitol to draw in investigative people there. I suspect there are some wicked traps set up at the US Capitol for capturing those who might go there looking for answers.

Whatever the case is, the videos are all fake, are old, been done before, will work again later. They produce desired results for SAG/Britain.

The people involved don’t do what they do for money. Rather, they are all protected, they are all safe, and they all live comfortably while they are killing everyone, so, a money trail to find the leaders is not going to work, could find the terror army, but not the leaders with following a money trail.

This is the prize they are working to gain control of:

All of it.

That, and everyone, and everything on it, is the prize.

That is why they do what they do without much money involvement to follow to find the leadership, although astronomical amounts of money change hands to achieve the goal, it’s all done in ways that are made to look legit.