My Schrodinger cat is missing.

Gourd, my Schrödinger cat, is missing beyond 24 hours. The last night he slept with me he slept under the covers. I thought he was being a scaredy cat and that was the best way for him to show me I was correct. He generally doesn’t sleep under the covers.

Now, I’m worried about him. He didn’t come in last night and he hasn’t been seen throughout the day.

Here is a picture of him rising to power.

This is a picture taken May 4th, 2018. He’s standing on a Cyberpower UPS that powers our VoIP Line. I assume he’s trying to rise to power. He’s done this several times and I swear when I started he wouldn’t get off the UPS until I took his photo. He kicked the power off several times, so I didn’t want him on it.

For the record, this image contains a recalled Kidde fire extinguisher. The UPS he’s standing on has been serviced by warranty repair. He lives up to being a Schrödinger cat in the images I have captured of him.

Now that he’s missing, I’m worried. He’s an asshole cat, but he’s my dad’s cat and I love him. He wakes me up at night wanting to be petted. It was annoying, but now I’m scared a little.

Gourd, may the force be with you while you’re outside.

I’ll update this when he shows up.

Update 5/17/2018 22:22 ET:

I went outside to smoke a Gold American Spirit and pass along some cosmic faith. I figure maybe he’ll like Gold.

Anyhow, JC came through and played Jonathan Coulton — Take Care of Me. Gourd didn’t show up while hollering his name. I replaced the cat food with fresh and got it out of the rain. It’s hailing today. Maybe he’ll come home when he gets hungry.

Update 5-18-2018 9:30 ET… Gourd is home! He just went on an adventure. He’s never done that before. I hope he doesn’t scare me like that again.

Dictator

The March for Science Parade

Dear US Citizen,

I write here today, April 28th, 2018, to document my recent trip to The March for Science in Cell Phone Alabama. It was two weeks ago, but got rained out and redone as a parade today.

When I left this morning I stopped at Raceway and saw the lady that, last we spoke, I was telling her about a time traveler in Casper, WY. She said since then she has had hernia surgery and was back at work. I purchased Evian Water and Smart Water. I was going to be either Smart or naïve. I’ll have to figure that out later. The price $4.58. She had mentioned likely my shirt, it’s a Venn Diagram of 42. I hand her a five and pay, she gives me $0.42 change. I said Look! And she didn’t recognize it. So I pointed to my shirt and said you gave me 42 Cents! She said it must be a sign, but we don’t know the question? I just said “it’s a Race … Way. ” She laughed and I leave. Whenever I got outside I noticed the Way was missing from the Raceway sign. Sure enough she’s right, it maybe a race, but we have definitely lost out way. It was being shown forth in the Dictation. I was able to write this and can say it actually happened.

I made it to the March for Science at 8:41 AM per my parking receipt. One minute shy of binary life.

My next stop was to get some Rolaids. When people have passed bad energy onto me, I feel a sour stomach. I wasn’t going to have these scientists give me indigestion. I took two when I got them. I did not need anymore for the rest of the parade. Everyone was friendly, but it requires an information transfer to acidify my stomach and that didn’t take place as far as my gut could tell. I was prepared people!

When I arrived at Bienville Square I met with Paul, a man on the streets, that asked to have a cigarette. I told him I only had American Spirits and he said if it had a filter on it, he’d smoke it.  I told him about what I’m doing and we talked about him. His name is backwards, his father has swapped First / Middle name. He went on about the naming of his family and it appeared to me that with a great grandpa named R.A. Literally, R.A, that his family didn’t put much thought in names. But Paul, he’s a good guy. He has a girlfriend in NYC and he had gotten a message from his girlfriend. For some reason he can receive, but not message her back. I don’t know why, but it didn’t even dawn on me until writing this that I could have put my tech support skills to work and help him. Ohh well, I also didn’t crush the aluminum cans here this morning either. He had to leave for the library so he could reply back to his love.

Next that showed up was Truman. Truman was a conservative, Christian, confederate flag loving Republican that voted for Donald Trump. He had told me that he remembered me from last year and how it wasn’t cool that I grabbed the mic last year. I explained I made every effort not too. I emailed, spoke to the organizers twice before, and waited until the end before going for the mic. He felt content in that answer. So we went on to talk about my purpose. I explained that I’m doing an elaborate physics experiment and that a new field of science needs to be created to explain it. I am working with a real physicist (Finally!) and the name of that new field would likely be Metaphysical Quantum Mechanics. Truman took 45 minutes to get to Bienville Square and clocked 12.8 mph on his way here. He also showed off the charging capability of his solar-powered cell phone charger. He was at 88%. I high-fived him and told him let’s go to the future and then proceeded to tell him my favorite coincidence. Truman said I was much cooler than he initially thought.

Truman told me he was named after the President by the same name. I thought that was so cool. He was the only one on a bicycle and when the parade started he got to the front of it. I couldn’t image a better metaphor for a incidence of that kind. A US President was in a special vehicle, that no one else had, and was heading OUR Parade! Truman was definitely a coincidence in my book.

What’s remarkable here is the transition from me having an interaction with a homeless man with no meaningful name to a President Truman that ended up heading the parade.

There was a lady scientists there with 70,000 year old wood just ten miles off from Orange Beach. I wasn’t going to go touch it when she offered it up to the crowd, but I decided with Orange Beach being involved, The Dictator might as well touch old wood. Can’t hurt. So I touched it, so delicate and light. I got to hold really old wood — Neat!

Truman was a joy to talk too. Part of our conversation involved ways I can improve my message. He said I should lose weight. People will listen to someone that looks healthy. Truman is right, I do need to lose weight. I told him I live in the fattest state in the union, Mississippi. But I have also made many sacrifices in the exercise of science. It’s just hard to lose weight as a … Dictator. I’m try to be neutral in everyway possibly and part of that means not trying very hard at consuming the proper food. I eat what’s available, and what’s available isn’t healthy. If I’m going to lose weight, it means my family and friends all need to change our availability of healthy food. For the record, as of my last Doctor’s appointment I was 342 (42!) and my cholesterol was 228 (My area code!).

I took a break from writing and this song hit me in the feels — I Fight Dragons, the Near Future X. Fightin on.

I tried to speak to everyone I could, I saw a group gather after the parade and I went to sit next to them. One lady engaged me and I explained how I’m trying to give away domains to help people speak their own minds, it’s also an elaborate lifelong physics experiment that’s been in play since Labor day 2004. My physicist, I finally got the help from one, suggests that a new field of science needs to be created to understand my idea, the best likely name of that new field would be Metaphysical Quantum Mechanics. She said it was interesting and wished me luck. She did say it was a complex endeavor– I disagree, the basics are I’m offering up free Trump related domains, good or bad, and I am trying to find those people out of the 320 Million in America to help.

I did make efforts to speak to Angela (real name), she’s a science advocate and March for Science organizer. I told her I was actually doing a very good thing and that this is an elaborate physics experiment. I expected to be asked a follow up question, but I got “Thank you for keeping us informed.” I respond “That’s as far as this is going? Okay.” She didn’t respond, so I walked around more and spoke to people at the various booths setup. I have met many “Angels” in the past, people that felt like mirror images of people I wanted to help. They don’t normally have angel in their name though. Per the Dictation, Angela must be an Angel, just one that disagrees with me. Stubborn scientist. I might not be as educated as her, but I know science when I see it right in front of me. I found her again and got some stickers from a booth, then followed up with telling her about needing a new field of science – Metaphysical Quantum Mechanics. I can’t recall the response, if any.

Once the parade was over I put my sign and stickers in the car and walked over to Spot of Tea. They had an hour wait for food and I thanked her. She apologized and I explained your business is doing good, don’t apologize. I’ll eat elsewhere. I went to Hero’s and got a recommendation from the waitress. A Reuben with Chicken Noodle soup with an Abita Amber to drink. We agreed it sounded weird together — Chicken Noodle and a Reuben –, but she assured me it’d be good. I mean to tell you, Hero’s Chicken Noodle soup is the best Chicken Noodle soup I’ve ever eaten. A fellow next to me had asked about my chicken noodle soup and I asked if he’d like some. He said sure, so I add a cup to my check and he got the chicken noodle. We both were in agreement it was good. His likely more so since it was free. Free food always seems to taste better.

After leaving Heros I headed home, but decided to make a pit stop at American Lube Fast. I arrived at 1:51 PM (In my universe, 151 is a diagnostic test code). I pulled in and I nearly failed the test by rubbing up against the edge of the bottomed out floor. I didn’t fall in, but man am I stupid sometimes. I got new wipers and Sunoco Ultra Synthetic oil. As I was leaving, the manager with the name of a CEO, told me he won’t see me next time as he was leaving for better work and more pay. I wished him luck and thanked him. I’m glad he’s moving on to better things. He’s done my oil change several times. I just hope his replacement is just as competent.

So that was my day. The Dictator was in a parade with the President in the pursuit of science. Concentrated coincidences happen people. Coincidences are some kind of junction point in the fabric of the cosmos. Just how long will it take you to realize it?

On another front, my Schrödinger Cat, Gourd, has been being a jerk lately. A little over a week ago, a mama feral cat had kittens under our shed. I decided the least I can do is put out food for her so her babies can be healthy and they have a fighting chance. For the first few days this was fine, but Gourd has wanted to spend more time outside. I was fine with this — the asshole of a cat can spend more time outside instead of waking me up in the middle of the night wanting petting. What I did not anticipate is that he’s guarding the porch and is likely preventing mama cat from getting any food. I left it on the porch so it wouldn’t get wet — it was meant for her, not Gourd! That’s just how things roll around here with a Schrödinger Cat.

That’s a wrap.

The Dictator

PS: Here is Gourd on the toilet. He’s been running off a feral mama cat I was trying to feed — you know, while she’s being a mommy to her kittens.

Women’s March

Last updated 1/21/2018 8:06 PM ET, not actively writing, but not finished either.

The start of the Women’s March since had many coincidences. I’ll list my favorites at the end since they aren’t the focus of this article.

Google Music “Getting Lucky” set Miracle (USA Extended Mix) by Cascada as the defining music and I thought it was pretty much an accurate statement. I’m going to need a miracle to pull off getting anyone to understand me. I’ve going to admit to targeting Progressives and Liberals more so than other groups. That’s the bulk of the March for Science people and this Women’s March. I haven’t been to a Pro Trump rally yet, but if I don’t get any of these domains moving and in use I’ll start showing up at Pro Trump rallies. Maybe they’ll be more accepting and willing to speak to me. After all, they do have a sense of seeing the future better than democrats, otherwise gerrymandering wouldn’t be so sophisticated.

When I got there, I thought we’d be marching at noon. I didn’t realize there was a speaker rally ahead of time. I had initially wanted to get started at solar noon. I thought it’d be a good time to start as it would have been the exact one year anniversary to my inauguration. At 12:11 PM CT the March had not started. So that was a non-starter.

Several people spoke to me. The first being older lady wanting to take my picture with sign. I have one picture of me at the March, provided by a friend. Here it is

Dictator at Women’s March New Orleans, LA 2018

Several people took my picture. A few asked me what my sign meant and I tried to explain “Free Speech” being Domains that I own and intend to give away. I believe it only “clicked” with two people, but I hope more realize it in hindsight. I’ve looked online for my sign and me; I tried really hard to get caught by as many cameras as I could. However, just like March for Science, I’m sure I had a certain level of invisibility over me while I marched. Time will tell if I show up on social media. I didn’t see any Mainstream Media. Last time, at the March for Science, I only found one image of me and it was at the forty-two second mark on a video made by WKRG in Mobile, Alabama. Douglas Adams, come through for me again, am I right?

Just before the March got started I decided to sit down and chill for a few minutes. I sat down and I’ll be darned if I don’t have a garment failure on my new pair of Dockers. The crotch just ripped right open. Afterwards I went to the porta-potty and checked. Luckily, I had blue underwear on under my black pants. Maybe no one will notice. I did have a spare pair of pants out in the car, but felt okay going along with the failed pair of pants. The March was about to start and I couldn’t be late to it.

During the March a homeless person was on the sidelines with a sign asking for money. I stopped and came over to him. Told him I normally only feed people, but I was in a March and could only financially help him. So I gave him the first bill I came across, a twenty, to him. He was grateful and I got back into the March. I couldn’t let him go ignored.

I had intended to March with my friend Nicole, but we could never find each other and we apparently both had delayed text messages so I gave up and we marched separately. I started coming to terms with not seeing Nicole any during the March. Just as that thought appeared in my head, Nicole popped up next to me! We startled each other actually. She took a lot of pictures and had left her sign behind. I’m glad she came, as she was the only person I knew at the March. When we got towards the end of the March and was rallying around the Pavillion at Duncan Plaza Nicole decided to split. I on the other hand had more to do.

After the March I knew I had to get these citizens to come across and understand what I was doing. So I marched around Duncan Plaza and stopped for anyone that seemed the least bit interested. Three young ladies pointed at me and said “That’s him!” and wanted to get a picture of me. Not with me, just of me. I hope they check out the site and come to read this and share what I’m doing. That tickled me. Another lady called me over, but followed up with “Oh, I thought you were a good guy”. I explained I’m trying to help people speak their own minds and she nodded me away.

I sat down for a bit on the lawn and was approached by an advocate against the Bayou Bridge Pipeline. I heard her arguments and they were quite sound to me. We should be weaning ourselves off oil by building renewable energy infrastructure rather than additional fossil fuel infrastructure. Regardless of what you think, there can only be a finite amount of fossil fuels in Earth’s crust so we might as well gradually convert now and think about generations down the road. I took a button from her and a pamphlet. The button is now on my sun bleached jacket that I love so much.

The next person to approach me was a lady from Planned Parenthood. She told me about what’s happening in Louisiana and the other Gulf States in regards to Planned Parenthood funding and the services they offer to women. She sounded so scripted, but I let her finish and then she asked me for a donation. Unfortunately she only took debit / credit card. I had cashed out $200 spending money for spending and was only going to spend from that allotment. I apologized that I couldn’t donate.

Right after that happened, a black guy in a red shirt came over to me asking for cancer. I offered him an American Spirit Blue and joked I was literally smoking the American Spirit. I haven’t smoked since Christmas, but did smoke three cigarettes to steady my nerves during the event. This black guy, Robert, explains to me he’s homeless and he was curious what Donald Trump did to make all these women’s angry. I asked him if he was serious and he had replied that he did not watch any TV. So I told him that Donald Trump grabs women by the pussy. He seriously had not heard about the Access Hollywood / Billy Bush video. Anyhow, he agreed they should be angry. We settled into smoking cancer together and he asked if he could hold onto two bucks. I seriously asked him if he had intended to give it back and he said no, he’d actually be keeping it. I gave him the two bucks while Planned Parenthood lady was still there. She thanks me for my time and moved onto ask others for money. Maybe the homeless should start accepting credit cards. It appeared to be working well for her.

Robert told me that his mother was a mathematician at Cape Kennedy Florida. I thought that was pretty cool. I may have just met a descendant of one of the people referenced in “Hidden Figures”. We were both practically invisible so that seemed like a great coincidental title. He showed me a Biloxi Lighthouse bracelet he had while talking about where he’s from. I told him about the angels that showed up randomly a while back at the Biloxi Lighthouse. Robert was my unknown angel at the Women’s March.

I told him I had to get my sign seen so we parted ways and I marched around the others still at the rally after the marchers had left. Hoping to get more response. I may have gotten a nod or two, but no one else engaged with me. One lady in very colorful pants did tell me my sign was ambiguous about whether it was anti or pro Donald Trump. I can understand that, because it was kinda meant that way. I want to be as fair to all sides as possible and it needed to be a well made sign built to march with at any kind of March. I spent close to $100 making this sign and a backup, so yeah, it’s ambidextrous.

With my feeling that this rally had run it’s course, the rain started moments later. Just a sprinkle, enough to close out the rest of the crowd. It was when the music was about to get started after the speakers were finished. The vast majority of the crowd dispersed and I started my way to the car. It stopped raining when I got about half way to my car. Very polite weather, thank you mother nature.

That’s the end of the March. I got a bite to eat at the casino buffet and checked my luck. I have a theory about luck and Harrah’s New Orleans doesn’t qualify under my interpretation of luck. I can’t do my next test of luck for a while, so I only threw away a little cash gambling casino only because I could since the March didn’t cost me much.

Hindsight… I used a walking dead blanket to cover my backup “free speech to half sign” in my car. It has a picture of Rick holding a gun. Had things gone wildly different if would have been a punny find for someone.