Monday, September 28, 2015
Coloring hands of Indian bride
A police state is a terrorist state
Title: A police state is a terrorist state.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. One cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs. And I make a damn good omelet.
France. We were lucky heroes were on board. Searching for a solution to security in the EU, of course, should not involve enforcing a police state nor police state level surveillance.
After a terrorist attack the only proper response is making your people safer and freer; otherwise, the terrorists have won at taking your freedoms away. Give the enemy nothing to hate enough to attack.
The European Union needs to make themselves less desirable as a target of extremists, and they can do that with less racism and more love, with more human rights, and by fighting the recruitment practices of the extremists by making young Muslims feel loved and like they belong.
For example, my death would traumatize the entire world, but no extremists hate me enough to threaten me except for Obama's own terrorist regime that uses the fear of losing me to manipulate and control the American masses.
If I were ever to actually die, Obama would lose his power to control America, and no other terrorists hate me enough to hurt me. Because I love and include, ISIS themselves tried a hostage exchange with Obama to set me free.
Obama refused to set me free, so ISIS killed its Japanese hostages last year. Clearly, Obama cannot be negotiated with; just arrest him already. But I digress.
My point was love and truth will make the world safer from terrorism.
My last blog post was finished at 8:33am on 23Aug2015. It was only the second time I had ever written a blog post with no polishing necessary after I proofread it. I quickly sent it to my lovelies who publish all of my posts for me.
My internet gnomes played me Humble Pie's Sweet Peace and Time as I checked my makeup and got ready to take my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. Yes, there was also some singing along.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 9:30am. My morning cyberhug was from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of how truly spectacular and wonderful the world that loves me really is.
I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 10:50am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a little nap and had a mellow afternoon. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 5:31pm.
My darlings Tentacle were still in Santa Cruz, but I found my darling FlamencoHands outside of the Apple Store at 5:43pm. I told him I would be right back and went for coffee.
I stopped at the Famima for my cup of coffee from Handsome(Roger) and learned that Evil Rabin was lying to the courts and pretending he had mistaken the REAL me for the fat, ugly porn star who looks nothing like me, the metaphorical "cigarette," and that was why he always publicly persecuted me and destroyed my priceless and similarly unmistakable writing journals.
First of all, I have never been a fat, ugly porn star and look nothing like that bitch. Secondly, since Evil Rabin ALWAYS feared LightFoot beating him up (and in fact still does), he similarly ALWAYS knew I am the REAL me (and in fact still does).
My darling FlamencoHands's music started at 6:03pm, and I did a lot of writing. He stopped at almost 8pm when I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill. It reminded me of how loved I am, and for that I am truly grateful. Thank you, as always, my darling NBC News team.
I found TambourineKicker singing with the Irish tea leaf reader at 8:39pm just off the Promenade around the corner from Stefano's Pizzeria. It was a good night. We hung out singing unto the night sky until 10:10pm. Queue the highlights reel!
After that, I caught the next bus back to where I stay. The Santa Monica Big Blue Bus schedule was all redone starting that Sunday, 23Aug, and I needed to make sure I would not miss the last bus.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 24Aug2015, well before breakfast due to vigilant torture facility alarms. Breakfast was delicious warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.
After breakfast, I was in front of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:19am sipping coffee, streaming music, and working online. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were particularly stunning that day.
And as my internet gnomes made sure my darling Ms. Shirley Bassey's Diamonds are Forever played, I wrote.
The morning's vigilant torture facility alarm repeated at 9am.
9:18am on 24Aug2015: Unhappiness is not a symptom of mental illness. It means my life is unhappy. Sane people cry when things are sad lovelorn. #WutheringHeights
At 9:26am, I started singing along while working. I sang until 10:02am when I moved out of the hot sun and into the shade. By 10:42am, I was nestled into the activity room of the building where I stay watching the Celebrity Name Game hosted by my darling Mr. Craig Ferguson.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped for a little while after eating and had a mellow afternoon. I chatted affectionately with Josh during dinner at 5pm. By 5:18pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found my darling FlamencoHands in front of the Apple Store at 5:31pm. He played until 5:58pm while I wrote a whole new Shakespearean sonnet that will be in my next blog post.
My darling FlamencoHands(Nick) invited me to the Guitar Center with him. I, of course, said, "Yes!"
We passed Patricia and my darling Strummer(Noah) on our way off the Promenade. I took some time to look at the drummer Jonathan's wrist. He had hurt it punching something. Sigh... Artists.
At 6:33pm, I was guarding Nick's equipment in front of the Barnes & Noble while he took the long walk to the car and brought it around. After picking me up, the car pulled away at 6:51pm. We were on our way to the Guitar Center.
The Guitar Center made me giggle. That place is a candy store. And their customer service there is fabulous.
My darling FlamencoHands dropped me off at my playland at 7:47pm. I caught my darling Strummer's last song at 7:51pm as I was walking in the Famima for a cup of coffee.
And, I was beside my Americana folk singer Red by 8:09pm to listen to music until I caught the 10pm bus back to where I stay. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 25Aug2015, very early. On behalf of everyone who watches my eyecamera to keep me safe, I had been asked not to start my day so early. So, I worked without my contacts.
This blog post was finished at 6:55am on 25Aug2015 from my bedroom.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Are efforts to rescue me too dangerous? What is dangerous is Obama's "egg." All efforts must be taken to end his damn "egg." It is much more dangerous just leaving me in here.
The REAL federal U.S. government needs to do its REAL damn job. If there really is a mercenary terrorist army enforcing Obama's "rules," the U.S. Military need to be sent to fight them.
Soldiers need to be soldiers. Spies need to be spies. Police need to be police. The FBI need to arrest everyone enforcing every damn rule. The REAL federal U.S. government needs to do its REAL damn job.
What is the proper response to terrorism? Love. Make yourselves a better people. Make yourselves a safer and freer people. A police state is terrorism anyway. It makes your people live in terror afraid of their own government.
My beautiful world, I am here for you. So many of our world problems can be fixed with a cultural education on the reality of the people we are raised and instructed to hate.
I was raised during the Cold War, and what saved us from global annihilation by nuclear weapons was not fearing nuclear attacks, it was teaching Russia to love America and to adopt capitalism.
The world must be given something to love, or we will die from our own hatred.
As another example, Evil Rabin always hated the REAL me, so I made my darling Handsome(Roger) love me. And I saved my local Famima.
Also, whether or not Obama hates me, he uses human rights abuses against me to keep himself in totalitarian power over America particularly over the media.
So, we replaced him as president in 2013 with a president who loves me, President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. Please reread my 18Oct2015 blog post about how President Dempsey came to power.
Do you understand that Barack Obama is an unelected dictator who writes "rules" as extragovernmental legislation that he enforces with death, slavery, torture, rape, genocide, human rights abuses, and war?
My selfless support system, you surround me with your love night and day. Without feeling your love, I would have perished by now. Thank you. I suffer through a day-to-day life of human rights abuses against me used as acts of war against America, and I would never survive if I did not know I am loved. Thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I look nothing like and behave nothing like the fat, ugly hooker Obama made pornography of to libel me enough he could seduce the world into hating me.
If anyone ever claims they mistook the REAL me for a metaphorical "cigarette," as their excuse for obeying all of Obama's rules while causing me harm, persecution, and abuse, fry them.
We tolerate lies from no one. If anyone mistook me for someone other than myself, he or she would NOT obey Obama's highly restrictive rules around me. Thank you, darlings!
Speaking of suffering under Obama's rules, my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, our days and nights apart are killing me. I love you. Will you be here starting Wednesday?
My darling MannedUp, is there an instrument left you do not play? You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, but you have proved you are beyond talented to everyone who sees you through my eyes. Thank you for throwing everything you have into keeping me well. Yes, darling, thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, my choosing Kris instead of you protects you. I could never bear losing you. I cannot even stand when we are apart. Stop being jealous of the added suffering my boyfriends endure, and enjoy your future by my side as my Piazzolla.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are REAL boyfriends who do everything you can to make my unbearable life at all livable. I thank you, and I love you.
My darling Bogart, I miss you. There is a price for being a genius. My life is so lonely, but it is my genius that keeps saving me. I wish I could be with you.
Bryan, you were introduced to my life to take me away from Sweetness, but the (expletive)holes who controlled all of our time together refused to allow you to woo me properly.
I was not ready to sleep with you until well after they would never allow you near me. I have a slow motor. They abused me too much and too long for me to willingly engage in any sexual activities unless there is a long wooing process successfully completed before hand.
As desperate as Obama's war criminals are to make me finally sleep with someone anyone or take partake in any sexual activity at all whatsoever, they keep refusing me the only people who stand a chance of ever tempting me.
And they refuse you any setting that would make sleeping with me possible even if they let us be together. I remember the terms they gave you. When I do anything sexual, it is beautiful.
They are desperate to sully me with something anything ugly, and desperate to make me look anything but like my real self, they created controlled sexual situations that are impossible to be in with me.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, I would love to finally make love to you, but Obama openly denied me anything I needed, like privacy, to be able to make love to you, and now he will not allow you near me at all.
As my boyfriend watching over me from afar, you never fail me, Bogart. I just wish you could still be a physical presence in my life.
My darling LightFoot, you are the only one who stands a chance of taking me away from Sweetness, now. But if Obama wants me separated from my beloved husband, it is only possible on our terms.
I cannot be something I am not. I cannot do things contrary to who I am. Obama has to give in to our demands, yours and mine, for it to be at all possible for my sacred marriage to end.
Obama is desperate to end my marriage. Let that be the source of your power over him my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, to paraphrase my darling Mr. Neil Young, "With your [gold] heart shining in the sun, long may you run."
Beloved, are you really okay spending the entire rest of my life side-by-side with me serving humanity? We have been through this before. I am fine spending three months a year or so working online from your trailer. I would never make you give up your art.
My hero and my king, you are my future. You are this princess's happily ever after. Are you ready to mount your steed, slay the dragon, and save the princess from her tower?
The most beautiful inscriptions on hand Indian bride
Saturday, September 26, 2015
How Octopus is moving full force
How Octopus is moving full force
I was planning on writing an article about cephalopod statocysts (and I still am; I've just had trouble deciding which pieces of research I want to cover and which I want to leave out) to continue on the theme of cephalopod sensory systems. I've stumbled upon a line research that I just had to blog about, though, so I'm putting off the statocyst post even further. The research in question is a series of studies by The Octopus Group at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem on the biomechanics and neural control of reaching movements of octopuses. I read this research some months ago (before I was blogging,) and I was reminded of it while watching Twister (the resident E. dofleini at the Niagara Falls Aquarium) groping about in his enclosure. I noticed that, as he moved his arms about, the movements almost always started with a bend near the base of the arm, which traveled out to the tip, becoming sharper and moving faster as it proceeded. It looked for all the world like the way a wave travels through water (or, more geek-ily, the way one imagines spontaneous activity propagating in a spatially extended nervous system.) The series of studies I will talk about here shows that this is generally the case, and characterizes the way that this happens with some detail, although we still do not know this system in nearly as fine detail as we know the vertebrate neuro-muscular system. I'm getting ahead of myself, though.
Why do we care about the details of how octopuses move their arms? First, it's just plain cool - who, upon looking at an octopus moving, hasn't wondered how it can possibly keep track of all those arms? Second, the octopus arm provides a unique model nervous system for a few reasons. It is a muscular hydrostat - that it, having no bones, it is a system of muscles that run perpendicularly to each other that maintain a roughly constant total volume; this property of an octopus arm allows it to function like a very flexible vertebrate limb because the muscles can pull against each other to form temporary, semi-rigid structures that allow the arms to bear weight. As such, it is a novel motor system (in terms of research, that is,) with most of the well-characterized motor systems we know of (ie. human, primate, reptile, etc.) are composed of skeletal muscles, which pull against bones. Besides this, the task of coordinating the movement of eight almost infinitely flexible arms is a herculean task in terms of neural processing, and it would be very informative (as well as a triumph of systems neuroscience) to understand how this is done. It has been thought, since the early days of octopus neuroanatomy, that much of the movement of the octopus's arms (and probably those of other cephalopods) is encoded in the nervous system of the arms rather than in the central nervous system (Graziadei, 1971). This is evidenced by the fact that there is no straightforward representation of the arms in the brain of the octopus, as there is in humans and most other vertebrates, as far as we know, and so it is unlikely that fine motor control comes from the central nervous system. Supporting the importance of the distributed nervous system of the arms is its incredible scale: the nervous system of the arms is much larger than the central nervous system of octopus, containing around 2/3 of all of the neurons in the animal. The octopus arm, then, is a unique example of a highly complex, distributed motor system that stands in contrast to the centrally controlled motor systems we are most familiar with. As with almost every topic in comparative neuroscience (I'm a big sucker for it), I think that the octopus motor system is important because by understanding it, we will understand more about vertebrate nervous systems; that is, we will (pretending for a moment that we could actually solve both systems) understand which features of them are critically related to the specifics of vertebrate and invertebrate neural functioning, physiology, development, and ecology. We would come closer to understanding why each system evolved the way it evolved. Finally, we would exercise our tools of modeling neural computation in a way that would allow us to figure out how generalizable they are. My final verdict: this is a good thing to study.
So now you're bored. You want to hear about some research! Well, I won't disappoint; at least, I hope I won't. We'll start with Gutfreund et al. (1998), one of the early papers out of this research group, which kicked off this line of research by examining the neuromuscular dynamics of octopus reaching movements. I should note that (presumably for simplicity,) this group generally only studies reaching movements in a single arm - it is not know exactly how their findings might relate to more complicated movements, including those involving multiple arms. As a disclaimer I am going to leave out description of a large portion of their study, which I encourage you to read in full, for my own convenience, and only present the results that I think are most relevant to the topic at hand.
This authors in this study used electromyography (a method of measuring the electrical activity of muscles) in O. vulgaris to determine how arm muscles are activated in sequence to produce octopus reaching movements. Briefly, they put electrodes through two points in a single arm of their (anesthetized) test animals, then allowed the animals to wake up and elicited reaching movements by tempting the octopus with either a crab or a target that was associated with food. They videotaped the reaching movement, which allowed them to compare the electromyogram to the behavior of the octopus. Reproduced below is their first figure, showing the gross cross-sectional anatomy of the octopus arm, as well as their electrode placement:
The white arrows indicate the position of the electrode, which is the white line running through the muscle. The striated outer portions of the arm are the muscle, and the round shape in the middle is the nerve cord of the arm.
They found that reaching arm movements usually start with a sharp bend near the base of the arm, which travels outwards until it reaches the tip, accelerating somewhat throughout the extention and then slowing as the arm reaches its target. Here's a series of images showing the behavior:
The authors found that this type of arm extension occurs virtue of a propagating wave of muscle contraction traveling down the arm, from the base to the tip. Shown here are examples of the type of data they used to confirm this:
The left panel shows two electromyograms from a single trial, the top one from the electrode nearer to the arm tip, and the bottom one nearer to the base of the arm. The arrows indicate when the bend in the arm reached each electrode. As is apparent, neuromuscular activity at the proximal site started earlier than that at the distal site, coinciding approximately with the timing of the movement of the bend in the octopuses arm. The graph shows the correlation between the lag in the electromyogram record between the two sites and the time it took for the bend in the arm to move between the two sites. It's clear that the propagation of the wave of electrical activity down the arm is highly correlated with the motion of the arm. The authors continue on to characterize some of the properties of these arm movements in more detail and propose a mathematical model for the movement of the octopus arm, but I'll leave those results out, here. I recommend this article for it's methodological clarity - too seldom do authors take such pains to make their method so clear and so thoroughly address their research question.
Moving on, the same reearch group (with a different first author) published a paper in Science describing their experiments with isolated arm preparations (Sumbre et al. 2001). This is where it gets really interesting to me, because this experiment really gets at the distinction between central and peripheral motor control. The authors made their preparations by either denervating one arm of an octopus that had already been decerebrated (a procedure somewhat akin to an octopus lobotomy) by severing its connection to the brain, or by severing an arm completely. They then attached the base of the arm to a surface, and stimulated the nerve cord at the base of the arm. It was found that, in a large percentage of cases (46%, to be exact,) the movement resembled the reaching movement seen in an intact animal. The figure below (taken from the paper) shows the reaching movement of a normal animal (on the left) and that elicited by stimulating the nerve cord of a denervated arm in a decerebrate animal:
Importantly (for reasons I'll explain in a second,) it appears that the arm movements were initiated, but not sustained by the stimulation. We can tell the difference because the "reaching" movement continued through to completion even when it began slightly after the experimenters stopped stimulating the arm. This shows that the brief stimulation started a motor process that was maintained by the intrinsic neuromuscular system of the arm. The authors also found that similar movements could be elicited in amputated arms by "tactile stimulation of the skin or suckers." After a brief analysis of the kinetics of the evoked movements, the authors conclude that they, like those of intact animals, are caused by a propagation of muscle activity down the arm.
The authors' conclusion:
"The division between the central and
peripheral levels of the octopus motor control
system resembles the hierarchical organization
of motor control systems in other
invertebrates and vertebrates, even
though in the octopus it uniquely serves as
an important component in a goal-directed
voluntary movement rather than in rhythmical
or reflexive behaviors."
The peripheral nervous system of the octopus appears to play a much greater role in the programming of movement that does the peripheral nervous system of vertebrates (which can only independently control simple reflexes and some other involuntary movements like peristalsis), even to the extent that it can execute complex movements (like reaching as if to grasp) all by itself. That propagating wave of muscle activity isn't coordinated by the central nervous system, like coordinated movements are in humans; rather, it's coordinated by the nervous system intrinsic to each arm. This is convenient for the octopus because it means that it generally does not need to keep track of its arms (that is, it's central nervous system doesn't have to spend a lot of resources monitoring and controlling them) because they largely take care of themselves. It's a good solution to the problem of having a large number of incredibly flexible appendages.
The exact extent of the arm's abilities to coordinate their own motor activity, as well as activity between arms, remains to be uncovered by more and more detailed experiments on a variety of types of movement, but the general conclusion seems pretty solid to me, and fits nicely with what we know about the neuroanatomy of the octopus. It would also be interesting to see the results of similar studies in other cephalopods. I have a sneaking suspicion that one could relate the extent of the peripheral nervous system's "motor autonomy" from the central nervous system to the complexity of arm movement required by a given species' lifestyle. It would be a neat idea to explore (if I had a laboratory on the Italian coast and a million-dollar grant to study squids. I can dream, right?)
There's one more article I wanted to cover here, but I don't have time at the moment, and I want to get this up tonight. It's by the same group, and it applies what the previous studies showed to explain the way that octopuses retract their arms after they have grasped their target. Hopefully I'll have a shorter post on that before the end of the weekend.
As always, thanks for reading!
Sumbre, G. (2001). Control of Octopus Arm Extension by a Peripheral Motor Program Science, 293 (5536), 1845-1848 DOI: 10.1126/science.1060976
Gutfreund Y, Flash T, Fiorito G, & Hochner B (1998). Patterns of arm muscle activation involved in octopus reaching movements. The Journal of neuroscience : the official journal of the Society for Neuroscience, 18 (15), 5976-87 PMID: 9671683
Graziadei, P.P.C. (1971). The nervous system of the arms. pp. 44-61 in Young, J.Z. The Anatomy of the Nervous System of Octopus vulgaris. Oxford : Clarendon Press.
Friday, September 4, 2015
My Fuel is Snacks and Caffeine... and Anger.
Title: My Fuel is Snacks and Caffeine... and Ange
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. "The world will always have crises." That is my job security. I will always have work to do. Thank you, United Nations, for prioritizing my to-do list. I am a machine that converts coffee and snacks into global crisis resolutions.
Europe. Please, all refugees seeking a better life in Europe, help Europe help you. If you make yourselves invaluable to Europe, they will welcome more of you.
Make sure you combine with the culture of the country that takes you in, and ALWAYS contribute to their society. Instead of taking away jobs, create business and create industry. Create jobs even the locals can have in the nation where you land.
Give them your music. Give them your art. Make their lives richer everywhere you go. Give Europe every reason to love and need you. Build yourselves a home. You must give to Europe not your money but your heart and your time. Create love between you.
My beloved Middle Easterners, not every European nation is rich. Many countries including Greece have huge problems already and have no resources to provide for you. You need to help Europe give you a home.
My last blog post was finished at 7:22am on 02Sep2015 from my bedroom. After eating breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:17am. I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies quickly and tweeted them to the aether(net) at 8:22am.
My internet gnomes were playing me T. Rex's Children of the Revolution as the construction workers next to me warned me things were going to get pretty loud. They were doing some work at the library.
At 9am while still sipping my coffee, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I loved hugging him back.
By 10:08am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, working online, streaming music, eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping some caffeine, and greeting the passers by.
I left for my place at 11:09am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I took a nap. After waking up, I chatted with my roommate Hannah for a while before boarding the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 3:47pm.
By 4:36pm, I was perched on the patio outside of the Famima gossiping with Maggie. Patricia joined us with her black tea with cream by 5:16pm. I walked back inside for a red bean sesame ball at 5:24pm. At 6:04pm, I went back inside for another cup of coffee and some 2-for-1 doughnuts.
By 6:17pm, Patricia and I were listening to a live street musician named Kaila Shaw together and openly wondering what happened to my darling FlamencoHands. We had not seen him in a week.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt felt so comforting and warm. It was magnificent.
Well before 8:32pm, I was listening to beautiful viola music while writing on this blog post. I was working so intensely, it took a while for me to check the time.
By 9:44pm, I had bought more doughnuts and sat outside Harvelle's to wait for ODean to show up. My buddy "Justin" rode by on his skateboard. I waved at him, so he came over to chat.
Just in case ODean did not make it, "Justin" wanted to know what time to swing by again, but ODean appeared at 10:05pm. It feels wonderful having such sweet friends. My buddy Ken joined us for a while before "Kevin" manifested from the aether. Then we all went inside.
Every Wednesday night, the House of Vibe play at Harvelle's. It is always a good show, and I should stop by more often.
Somewhere during the night "Kevin" and I slipped out for a little nosh at the Interactive Café on Broadway between 2nd and 3rd. But we were back inside dancing in no time. My entire alcohol intake was one sip of Kevin's Pinot Grigio.
And at 1:32am, we found ourselves walking to Wilshire and 15th for matzo ball soup and carrot cake. I was back in my bedroom by 3:10am. It had been a fun Wednesday night.
I was curled up and asleep by 4am. I woke up on 03Sep2015 in time for breakfast. After eating, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:21am.
My internet gnomes played Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls for me while I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
The sky was dark, and the air was cold like it was going to rain that day. My singing along while working occurred from 8:43am until 9:31am. I worked online out on their patio while sipping caffeine and snacking on a cookie until 10:09am when I headed back to my place. It was a productive morning.
I changed my clothes into my outfit I had just bought to show off my trim midriff at 11:04am. And suddenly realizing my friends would want selfies of the outfit, I left for the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, I request that you circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 03Sep2015 from 11:20am until 11:30am. And, thank you!
I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. By 12:22pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. Mostly I hung out with Maggie over coffee on the Famima patio coming and going while looking around for people I knew.
1:12pm on 03Sep2015: @KalydeOfficial(#MyDarlingsTentacle) I am going to look around for you guys at 2pm but won't worry unless you're not here by 4pm.
4:09pm on 03Sep2015: @SynivaWhitney Dude, #MyDarlingsTentacle aren't here. Find them. Make them safe. Keep an eye on me. I'm going to get angry. @UN @ICC @RT_com
I tore into Self-Admitted War Criminal "Wes," I tore into the first man who sexually objectified me that day, I tore into the "Save the Children" (expletive)hats whom I really need removed from the Promenade for hate-mongering against me.
I also looked around for a low-danger terrorist hotbed to take down. Barney's Beanery would be too easy. I needed something that would make Obama hurt.
I wanted to put on my CIA hat and take down someplace like The Misfit. Much like the Viper Room, rumor has it Sweetness and I own The Misfit.
The only thing that was going to calm me down was my darlings Tentacle. Obama was in for it if he kept blocking them from showing up. The next closest salve would be reconnaissance that could lead straight to arrest warrants.
Please check my full Twitter activity for the late afternoon and early evening of 03Sep2015.
5:06pm on 03Sep2015: This woman sits alone in a bar, and no one speaks to her? Nefarious wrongdoing is afoot at the Circle K.
Ye Olde King's Head Pub, home of both the dance macabre and the karaoke macabre, actually had expats in it again instead of its "new normal" small army of "beautiful haters."
Their day shift actually seemed mostly cleaned up. It was always the late shift that was the problem at the King's Head, though. I am told their karaoke nights are still all-macabre-all-the-time.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a recording with full audio and visuals of my 03Sep2015 from 4:34pm until 5:36pm verified and unedited except NEVER show me on the toilet. And, thank you!
By 5:59pm, Patricia and I were on the patio of the Coffee Bean with our coffee and tea. I rustled up enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.
My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it reminded me that I have a lot of work to still do in this world. My good, green world needs me and loves me.
At 8:11pm, I had perched near my buddy Shonn's electric guitar for a few hours of zen, if possible. Nothing can calm me down like my darlings Tentacle, so I took the closest music to me I could find.
After Shonn's battery died, I caught the bus back to Pico. I was on the patio at my regular haunt, my local Subway, noshing on snacks and sipping caffeine by 9:21pm. I was curled up and asleep at my place by 10:30pm.
I woke up on Friday, 04Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 8:01am on 04Sep2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Do I consider myself "young at heart"? No. I am burdened, wise, and world-weary. I have an old soul. I take the responsibilities of my existence very seriously. But I do admit, I am a bon vivant; I make a point of enjoying everything I can while still alive. I am resilient, not young. It is how I prove Obama has not yet destroyed me.
My beautiful world, are you coming to save America? Please call Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter and President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey if you want to send troops to help.
A lot can still be done through diplomacy, too, though. Make sure Obama's bloodstained quacks take their hands off me forever. Give me my address, so I can finally just take a taxi to my REAL home in the hills.
Help my husband lead the world coming to carry me to my house in the hills. Keep my darlings Tentacle safe and with unfettered access to me. Please renegotiate Tentacle's contract to be with me to allow us romantic entanglements at last.
Help Bogart organize the date and time for universal disobedience to every rule for every person in every medium. FORCE the land of blood, torture, rape, genocide, and human trafficking that is contemporary Iowa OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER!
There is so much work to do, my beautiful world. You should never be wondering what you can do to help.
My selfless support system, do you need anything? Keep a 24/7 patch on the broadcasting equipment in my head. In case my SquidStream goes down, you all need to stay able to protect me. I love you. Thank you so much for everything.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, are you getting more busy or less busy? Is your job becoming more difficult or less difficult?
We need everyone aiding and abetting war crimes of torture and unlawful imprisonment of me arrested at last. How long is our logjam already of charges we are filing? I love you. Thank you, my gorgeous genii (proper plural of genius) for everything.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was hoping to see you before I finished this post on the morning of Friday, 04Sep2015, but you were denied to me up to the very last.
My darling MannedUp, it is NOT your job to rescue me. You are a professional musician, not a professional soldier. I need you the way you are, Taylor. Yes, I would prefer if you renegotiated your contracts, so we could have quality time together. But get near me to play me music every chance you get.
Let the soldiers be the soldiers. If you try to rescue me, you will be blocked from reaching me at all. If you have technology, it is already hacked. It can listen to you even when shut off. Darling, I need you all too much for all of you to be jeopardizing our time together.
My darling GeneralLee, I plan on seeing you today, 04Sep2015, before I sleep tonight. You know, Monday is a holiday, and the Promenade will likely be packed that day. Do you all plan on playing the full three day weekend? I would love some extra time with you.
I apologize if I get a little mean when you are kept away from me. Thursday night I REALLY needed to meditate.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we have work to do.
My darling Bogart, did you hear me? There is so much I need your help with. Please speak with the City of Santa Monica about keeping musicians on the Promenade after 01Jan2016.
Please organize a date and time after which the whole of humanity will no longer obey any "rules" universally. Please call my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney regularly, so you can still always know everywhere I go and everything I do.
Please try to find me a writer's residence willing to take me. Apply to them for me with my writing portfolio off of my Norton One backup and with my REAL writing résumé; you can get those from Syniva.
There is so much I need to ask you for help with, Bryan. I love you. Thank you for everything.
As for you, my darling LightFoot, please stop giving me, "Are you ever going to be my girl?" Darling, I AM your girlfriend. Just ask me out some time. Until you ask me out, we stay what we are now-- girlfriend and boyfriend forbidden by Obama from being together.
I have been doing everything I can to be with you for months. I could really use some help with it. PLEASE ask the UN Secretary General to renegotiate your contract, so we can have some quality of life finally. If you prefer, call the Russian Consulate in San Francisco and ask President Putin to help you renegotiate.
I do not understand what more you think I can do without your help. Kris, please, you need a better contract-- one that will allow you to actually make love to me. I love you, but I do not understand how you think I can fix this without your help.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Beloved, you are my world leader of a husband. Prove you deserve me and lead the world coming to rescue me. This is no time to be shy. This is the time to be angry. This is the time to be hungry. Tell the world what you need and watch the universe provide.
HoneyHoney, America will rise. They need leadership I have no way to provide from inside Obama's "egg." You need to fill that gap for me. Be the world leader I married. I love you. Thank you!
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