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Cee Minus Days are Here

Cee (pronounced “see”) is a referent to the type of virus infecting the orb.  We have had enough information.  It is time to ween ourselves and the media off the feeding tube of this ovine teat.  As we are in the days of A.C. it will be hard to explain: as well there is still a substantial part of the vox populi to quote Bob Segarini that have not yet subscribed.

In the olde weekly format, we will have one day in seven on which we hear no Cee News, information, statistics, or rants.  This will prevail for four rotations of the seven-day periods.  Following the four weeks of one Cee Minus days, we will transition into 2 Cee Minus days for the next 4 seven day cycles.

As you can observe, there is a progression here.  If you cannot see this, perhaps you can start at the beginning again and catch up.  Following the second four-week cycle of 2 Cee minus days, we will progress to 3 full Cee Minus days in every seven-day cycle. And as before, it will continue for 4 seven day-cycles.

The weening process has always been hard, and there will be casualties.  Social media will falter and sputter.  News agencies will have to bring back sessions promoted by soap ads.  Pundits will need to finds substantive issues to blather on about.  Politicians will now be able to get back to the job of governing without the incessant daily press conferences.  The masses can get back to work, shopping, dining, and entertainment.

The unemployed and the unemployable can get back to work.  Travel will arise from the miasma.  Your personal and outward demeanor will flourish like a flower in the spring.  Purpose will return to your cognition, allowing creativity and freedom.  The corporate big wigs can move on in confidence that economic growth is here again.

This is a simple program people, get behind it, and move on.  In a mere 200 days, (we will be nearing A.C. 800 then) we can perhaps ring in the new millennium A.C. 1000 completely Cee Minus.

Celebrate the Coffee Caren, it’s a pouring day.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

In the Wet it Get About as Wet as I Can Get

"Now its raining cats and dogs and I can’t stand croaking frogs."  I know it’s a need for the roots, but I don’t gots no roots.  I just want the crisp cool nights and warm days of fall.  Bring on the colour, bring on the leaves.  No bug rakes needed at this juncture.

Weltern movements wishing washing was easier.  It’s not the notion of the motion it’s the Quaking of the quiver.  The hunt should be nigh over and the stores and larder full.  We bliss with behaviours not regulated by the flourish of the shortened days and darker nights.  Fuel Foraging will begin soon, 8 or 9 bushies should do it.  It’s the outside fire that uses up a lot of the fibrous material, no Damper, no Billie to boil.  Those down-under understand.

But the stock of that amber and yellow liquid builds for those relaxing meditative days and nights by the flame.  Insides warmed by that nectar and the outside soothed by the glow of the burn.  Of days in the fine cosmopolis of Hespeler on the Speed we are banned from the burn, but confidence reigns supreme.  Fire it is, by the ice.

Builds in the garage trudge ahead in await of open roads and venues.  I do have an ice option as well.  I may be employed, it may not. No diff to this dude.  I can ride or not in the cold, is a coulda shoulda thing.  Oft presented options for the ride develop and wane. We have been through this season before.

Western norms make this a time for that orange gourd to rear its ugly flavoured head in brews and baked goods.  Be wary my fledglings, it is an abomination.  You can check the Ferris listing in this medium for a factual analysis.  The atomic half-life is eons, tested and proved.  Never eat anything that lasts that long or doesn’t have that colour in nature.

Fortitude is needed to feast one’s way through the cold times.  The vertical descent on slats will resume again this winter.  Steep, Deep, and Trees is the mantra.  Muggles away, and child pollution at a minimum.  Mostly mired in moguls, many miss the serenity and challenge of the aforementioned terrains.

Projects will abound inside through the colder months, however stimulus if brought in from the cold.  That clarity that comes with the dry air cleanses the mind easily.  We have nothing but a large dark coloured bang to thank for the orbs turn and tilt.  The variety in climes as a dream of the imaginary sky friend to some.  Could it be so distinct, could the thought be that clear, the precision alone is startling.

I posit the world spins positively.  The upside of the downside moving up and up side moving down is uplifting.  Only an atom of a chance in hades could bring the primordial soup to this conclusion.

Make it a Scotch Shot Coffee today Clariss.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C.