You know, Comrades, I already posted one of Phil's videos, I Can Feel It Coming in the Air Tonight. I just thought this expressed my own viewpoint, and, expressed it well.

While going back to YouTube to hear it again, I discovered this:

Phil Collins is a most wonderful Comrade. Truly. I never knew that.

Let's support him.

Pamalinsky wrote:I Can Feel It Coming in the Air Tonight

What is it you can feel in the air tonight, Pamalinsky? Next Tuesday?

HEY! It's Tuesday right now! Ahhh, finally!

Oh... NEXT Tuesday. OK, got it.

Mikhail Lysenkomann wrote:

Pamalinsky wrote:I Can Feel It Coming in the Air Tonight

What is it you can feel in the air tonight, Pamalinsky? Next Tuesday?

HEY! It's Tuesday right now! Ahhh, finally!

Oh... NEXT Tuesday. OK, got it.

You got it, Mikhail! Next Tuesday never comes! That's the whole point! Tuesday is a Progs best friend! It always sound so innocuous. That's so funny! Tuesday is the most lethal day of all! Like I said, it never comes! Ha! Ha! Ha! That's what makes it lethal.

Dearest Friend Comrade Sister Pamalinsky,

Tuesday comes... oh, Tuesday comes... as you say, is NEXT Tuesday that never comes... and it will be lethal, because non-human sentient Comrades and Kommissars seem to have become agitated at huMANist attitude that seems to be prevailing around our beloved Cube... is OK for Dogs... Laika is Hero Friend of People and will always be the best amongst us, but apparently other non-human sentient persons, not so much... You have always been a good friend, Pamalinsky... you and Tovarich Christopher, so next Tuesday, hang red sock on front doorknob... Limo will not come for you. And since Housekeeping does laundry, no one else will have red socks next Monday night... Sister is slightly pissed off, and if firing off a few rounds behind the bunker doesn't get it out of my system... well... Beware Next Tuesday... will be more lethal than most...

Dear Comrades,

I just posted one of the lamest posts I have ever posted. It's embarrassing. I would have deleted it but for the subsequent posts of my esteemed comrades, SMO and Lysenkomann.

I would like to make amends by posting this:

Mark Zuckerberg Says “Love” Will Defeat Islamic State

Well, if we could time travel, and, we're going to do that today, here's what Janis Joplin has to say about Love, specifically the Zuckerberg kind:



She says it good!

Pamalinsky wrote:Dear Comrades,

I just posted one of the lamest posts I have ever posted. It's embarrassing. I would have deleted it but for the subsequent posts of my esteemed comrades, MSO and Lysenkomann.

I would like to make amends by posting this:

Mark Zuckerberg Says “Love” Will Defeat Islamic State

Well, if we could time travel, and, we're going to do that today, here's what Janis Joplin has to say about Love, specifically the Zuckerberg kind:



She says it good!

I've got the perfect thing for Marky Mark!

Wikipedia:
The "halitosis bomb" and "gay bomb" are informal names for two theoretical non-lethal chemical weapons that a United States Air Force research laboratory speculated about producing; the theories involve discharging female sex pheromones over enemy forces in order to make them sexually attracted to each other.

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Zuckerberg is, as Clint Eastwood once put it, a poster boy for a prophylactic.

Sister Massively Opiated wrote:Dearest Friend Comrade Sister Pamalinsky,

[highlight=#ffff00]Tuesday comes... oh, Tuesday comes...[/highlight] as you say, is NEXT Tuesday that never comes... and it will be lethal, because non-human sentient Comrades and Kommissars seem to have become agitated at huMANist attitude that seems to be prevailing around our beloved Cube... is OK for Dogs... Laika is Hero Friend of People and will always be the best amongst us, but apparently other non-human sentient persons, not so much... You have always been a good friend, Pamalinsky... you and Tovarich Christopher, so next Tuesday, [highlight=#ffff00]hang red sock on front doorknob... Limo will not come for you.[/highlight] And since Housekeeping does laundry, no one else will have red socks next Monday night... Sister is slightly pissed off, and if firing off a few rounds behind the bunker doesn't get it out of my system... well... [highlight=#ffff00]Beware Next Tuesday... will be more lethal than most...[/highlight]

Hey SMO, we're ready!
We made our socks REALLY BIG so you don't miss ‘em.
Thanks for the heads up! And we don't mind at all about the limo thing.
We will be enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa. Come join us!

Dearest Sister Comrade Pamalinsky,

I apologize for my grumpiness. Weapons harness has been rubbing my pectoral fin the wrong way, and weather has not been good for maneuvers. But I took my meds and went to the range and worked it out... Always helps. And thank you for the offer of cocoa but dolphins are lactose intolerant. Also, do not worry about posts. We are all idiots for our beloved Cube, just not always that useful. As for FB and Mr. Zuckerberg, I would urge everyone to watch interesting documentary on who is being banned and censored on FB, called Facebookistan. Also looks at data privacy and monetization of personal data mined from the site, as well as data used by site that infringes on privacy in way that endangers some users. Is why I have never used my real name on site, and will never post certain things. Is quite unnerving. In any case, Mr. Zuckerberg must have interesting anatomy because I am sure if we pulled down his pants and looked at his ass, we would find another face, not to mention that is breathing anatomy clearly allows him to suck and blow at the same time, and even dolphins have trouble pulling that off, in spite of our blowholes. I am sure he is an alien.

Be well, Comrade Sister,
kiss kiss!!!
SMO

Sister Massively Opiated wrote:Dearest Sister Comrade Pamalinsky,

I apologize for my grumpiness. Weapons harness has been rubbing my pectoral fin the wrong way, and weather has not been good for maneuvers. But I took my meds and [highlight=#ffff00]went to the range and worked it out... Always helps[/highlight]. And thank you for the offer of cocoa but dolphins are lactose intolerant. Also, do not worry about posts. We are all idiots for our beloved Cube, just not always that useful. As for FB and Mr. Zuckerberg, I would urge everyone to watch interesting documentary on who is being banned and censored on FB, called Facebookistan. Also looks at data privacy and monetization of personal data mined from the site, as well as data used by site that infringes on privacy in way that endangers some users. Is why I have never used my real name on site, and will never post certain things. Is quite unnerving. In any case, Mr. Zuckerberg must have interesting anatomy because I am sure if we pulled down his pants and looked at his ass, we would find another face, not to mention that is breathing anatomy clearly allows him to suck and blow at the same time, and even dolphins have trouble pulling that off, in spite of our blowholes. I am sure he is an alien.

Be well, Comrade Sister,
kiss kiss!!!
SMO

Damn, Sista Massa!

I just love the way you express your willingness to “blow off steam.” Yeah, shooting off a bunch of rounds in the back yard berm is an excellent way.

I, however, as a true Prog, prefer to recycle. That is, I like to take tons of glass, especially beer bottles (because I hate beer), out to the North Forty, ala Father Prog Theocritis, and smash them into the huge boulder that was left there in homage to the nasty Rethuglicans!

Yeah! That makes me feel REAL! (Otherwise, I feel so absolutely unreal) What's a Prog to do?

Major huggies and kissies!

(If some of you Progs have a problem with that, deal with it!) Just kidding, we're just having fun.
No "safe rooms" allowed on the Cube!

Dearest Comrade Sister Pamalinksy,

At last job with robotics firm, before.... well... another life, another body... Anyhoo, as only female working having to liaise with automotive engineers, who can be real pricks and are always underestimating female intelligence, if I was having a particularly frustrating day and needed to just get some of the shit out of my system, I would take my cricket bat - a gift from the millwrights for my birthday one year - and go down to shop and I would find large, triple-ply waxed corrugated cardboard box... very strong... and drag it out to loading dock, and then beat the living shit out of it until I was sure it was completely dead... and then everything would be right in the world, although the millwrights wouldn't look me in the eye for the rest of the day, which I never understood because they were the one's who gave me the cricket bat to begin with... Ahhh.... had such nice balance... different striking surfaces, and so different wind resistance.. could bash, could cut... So much nicer and precise than baseball bat... and very satisfying way to avoid murder charges... So I understand, really... I do... and back then, recycling would not take waxed cardboard, so again, not guilt...

Now that I think of it, I really should dig out my cricket bat... for just those moments...

Big Hugs Back Atcha!
SMO

PS... I believe you and Pinkie and I are due for girls spa day... you and she can have your feet fingers painted, and I will have a soothing fluke massage... We have much to catch up on, yes? And I have been promising Chicken Sushi that I would take her for her first spa day, as she has reached an important milestone in her young life, at her last birthday.

Sister Massively Opiated wrote:Dearest Sister Comrade Pamalinsky,

I apologize for my grumpiness. Weapons harness has been rubbing my pectoral fin the wrong way, and weather has not been good for maneuvers. But I took my meds and went to the range and worked it out... Always helps. And thank you for the offer of cocoa but dolphins are lactose intolerant. Also, do not worry about posts. We are all idiots for our beloved Cube, just not always that useful. [highlight=#ffff00]As for FB and Mr. Zuckerberg, I would urge everyone to watch interesting documentary on who is being banned and censored on FB, called Facebookistan. [/highlight]Also looks at data privacy and monetization of personal data mined from the site, as well as data used by site that infringes on privacy in way that endangers some users. Is why I have never used my real name on site, and will never post certain things. Is quite unnerving. In any case, Mr. Zuckerberg must have interesting anatomy because I am sure if we pulled down his pants and looked at his ass, we would find another face, not to mention that is breathing anatomy clearly allows him to suck and blow at the same time, and even dolphins have trouble pulling that off, in spite of our blowholes. I am sure he is an alien.

Be well, Comrade Sister,
kiss kiss!!!
SMO

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Bless the Danes for making this:



There's something that I've read that describes Facebook: "If the 'product' is free, then you are the product." I've never gotten an account and I never will. I read stories of people who quit Facebook, how their mental states and lives in general became so much better afterwards, and I'm glad that I don't have an account. People get addicted to it in the same way people get addicted to PCP or Heroin but nobody stops them. People interpret something as petty as a deletion of friendship, which is a simple value in a server, as an actual loss of friendship in the real world. It's a sad thing.

Sister Massively Opiated wrote:Dearest Comrade Sister Pamalinksy,

At last job with robotics firm, before.... well... another life, another body... Anyhoo, as only female working having to liaise with automotive engineers, who can be real pricks and are always underestimating female intelligence, if I was having a particularly frustrating day and needed to just get some of the shit out of my system, I would take my cricket bat - a gift from the millwrights for my birthday one year - and go down to shop and I would find large, triple-ply waxed corrugated cardboard box... very strong... and drag it out to loading dock, and then beat the living shit out of it until I was sure it was completely dead... and then everything would be right in the world, although the millwrights wouldn't look me in the eye for the rest of the day, which I never understood because they were the one's who gave me the cricket bat to begin with... Ahhh.... had such nice balance... different striking surfaces, and so different wind resistance.. could bash, could cut... So much nicer and precise than baseball bat... and very satisfying way to avoid murder charges... So I understand, really... I do... and back then, recycling would not take waxed cardboard, so again, not guilt...

Now that I think of it, I really should dig out my cricket bat... for just those moments...

Big Hugs Back Atcha!
SMO

[highlight=#ffff00]PS... I believe you and Pinkie and I are due for girls spa day... you and she can have your feet fingers painted, and I will have a soothing fluke massage... We have much to catch up on, yes? And I have been promising Chicken Sushi that I would take her for her first spa day, as she has reached an important milestone in her young life, at her last birthday.

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[highlight=#ffff00][highlight=#ffffff]We are experiencing a power outage here in Indiana, due to high winds, so I don't know how long this message will last. I got 18 percent memory left.

I'm not so sure Pinkie respects me that much, SMO. But, I do have some concern about her not appearing much lately. I have great respect for her and hope she is O.K.

I would absolutely love a Spa Day with both of you, even though I hate Spas. That would mean so much to me and enable me to love Spas.

For some reason, I can't undo the yellow backcolor. Maybe it's due to our power thing. I dunno.

Regardless, I'll get back to you later.

Love,
Pammie


edit: Ha! Power back! Fixed it!
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People get addicted to it in the same way people get addicted to PCP or Heroin but nobody stops them. People interpret something as petty as a deletion of friendship, which is a simple value in a server, as an actual loss of friendship in the real world. It's a sad thing.

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Sad but true... Well spoken. The only true analysis of Facebook was made by south park:

YOU HAVE ZERO FRIENDS

great episode!

Minitrue wrote:

People get addicted to it in the same way people get addicted to PCP or Heroin but nobody stops them. People interpret something as petty as a deletion of friendship, which is a simple value in a server, as an actual loss of friendship in the real world. It's a sad thing.

Sad but true... Well spoken. The only true analysis of Facebook was made by south park:

YOU HAVE ZERO FRIENDS

great episode!

Bravo, Minitrue! Bravo!

Comradette Sister Massively Opiated,

It has been bust here in Pyongyang, what with the big Nodong developments and whatnot. My studies in socialist engineering seem to be bearing fruit. It is hard work, but the sweat of my brow, underarm, and inner groin areas are watering the fertile fields of Communism for imminent reaping.

"Are you busy, Comrade Tovarich?" juche.
"Yes, for Dear Leader!" I che.

You would not believe how well that pun was received by the comradettes of the Yorokobi-gumi. Some visiting Cuban guests were less amused, but while North Korean juche has universal appeal, North Korean humor does not translate quite as well, regrettably.

That is not to say true juche is a laughing matter, of course.

But speaking of proletarian pleasures, I saw you made mention of sucking and blowing. It is a well-guarded privilege of we more equal comrades Pyongyang that that soju-powered Suck and Blow is all the proletarian rage in inner and outer Party circles. Some have criticized Party members' Suck and Blow consumption at capitalist-pig levels, at which an intoxicated comrade sees boozy circles and thus almost loses sight of the Revealed Proletarian Truth of Juche. However, the masses are still the masses, whether they Suck or Blow, a self-evident Truth.

Bravo, Comrade Friend Tovarich (wait... is that tautological?)

No matter... one can't have enough actual friends, and I am glad to hear you are safe in Pyongyang. Just keep your head down... it is a bitch to land the Tupolev... anywhere, except on the main concourse, and that's just too open. I'm not saying dolphins can't suck and blow... it just takes a hell of a lot of concentration, and we get a bit dizzy because we can't echo-locate when we're doing it... But Mr. Zuckerberg... definitely an alien...

Comrade Sister Pamalinsky, and Comradew Stierlitz and Minitrue...

Thank you, thank you, Comrade Stierlitz, for finding this documentary and posting the link to it. It is the aggregation of data that people don't seem to know they are giving FB, but which they nevertheless, seem able to grab, and the way that they use it, once it is aggregated, that is frightening, as well as the young man in the documentary that sues them and eventually wins, and the sheer amount of data they have collected on him over the course of his use of FB to stay in touch with family and friends. It has ramifications for what FB Europe, which is based in Ireland, can transfer to FB North America, and the privacy laws they are breaking. It doesn't matter what you delete from FB - they keep it even if it isn't there for you to see. And yes, I have friends who seem somewhat addicted to it and whose lives seem to revolve around it at times, which is precisely why I unplug regularly, and I've never used FB under my own name, and only close friends can see anything, not that there's anything to see. I won't post pictures, which if they aren't geo-tagged, they tag it with the the data where it was uploaded. The people who are banned from using it are the very people the Mr. Zuckerberg claims to want to empower, and who actually need a place where they can have a voice... and the notion that they could simply build a website in place of their presence on FB is absurd, because they wouldn't remotely have the connectedness that FB has cultivated. I could go on and on, but I really think if people simply watched the documentary, it says what needs to be said.

Yes Pamalinsky... The weather seems to be insane everywhere lately. We were firmly in the grip of spring only a week ago, and now we are having below freezing temperatures, and wet snow, which will freeze overnight and create an ice rink, and the windchill will make it feel -15Cº... and the air pressure has been going up very high, and then dropping quickly, which is painful. And we had some extreme thunderstorms only last week and high winds, taking down trees and knocking out power for a while... and now parts of slightly north of us are experiencing flooding. It has been an unpleasant winter, and spring last year was all over the place but ultimately very late, and it seems we are going to have a similar spring this year. Even the wind gusting past my apartment drops the air pressure briefly, and I can feel in in my joints just before I hear it, and where my back is most seriously fractured, and all the tiny pieces of tail bone are grinding together. My arthritis and nerve issues are just very irritated from the constant changes, though I'll be able to fall asleep soon, after about 2 1/2 days, and that will help. And if I can start putting on some weight, it will help to have a bit more padding over some areas. I'm sorry. I shouldn't complain.

In any case, I should probably try to eat something and get some sleep, but it's nice to be back and see so many old friends. I may take a few days off between visits, but I will be back more now, I think. I have some work to do to get those pictures back up where they belong, in some of our classic threads... the Burqa Barn.... Iran's Next Top Model... The Polar Bear documentary... The Goremans... And all the Dummies books... so many pictures to sift through and put where they belong. But it will be good to go through so much of the Historical Current Truth, and revisit some of those wonderful threads with so many brilliant contributions and contributors playing off each other. And it will be nice to read some of Papa Theo's more genius riff's. I think that may have been part of why I have been away. I miss him so very much, and getting my morning email updates from him. I have no one else to make really bad quantum physics puns with that I could hardly believe we could keep up sometimes. I sometimes picture a bereft and disheveled Bruno stumbling around the compound in his spangly Speedo and Christian Louboutin's, ankles turning as he wobbles along, and his make-up running along with his nose. Papa Theo was such a strong voice that even his imaginary companions are somehow still real. Mostly, I miss his ability to metaphorically kick me in the ass when I needed it. He was so good at putting things in perspective.

But I am sure that Commissarka Pinkie respects you a great deal. Without getting into the whole Sestra thing, when I was first honoured by the boys and let into their clubhouse, it was something I was proud of, but it was nice when there was finally a fellow Commissarka around. And you have always been one of us, though I think you must believe you have the right and grab hold of your place here... stop doubting. Jump in with both feet, and don't second guess yourself. Nuff said.

Okie Doke... Time for Meds, Get Feds, and Beds... If I can get to sleep without the pressure dropping too much more, I might actually get more than a couple hours, and that would be a thing of beauty. I think I'll be putting my headphones on, though, given how much the wind is picking up and banging the vents around on the roof... Boom, boom, boom... Oh dear... Justin Trudeau is speaking about his participation in a Nuclear Summit. We may just as well all give up now... Yeah... ready for sleep.

But I'll be back.

Dearest Sista Massively Opiated,

Are you watching the current GOP convention? I've noticed a bit of a lull in the Cube input. They are all watching and hoping for a better better better life.

I have to admit. I'm doing the same thing.

Sleep well, my darling girl!