Duck, Duck, Ghoti

Dearest Mr. Perrault,

First let me say that I’m huge fan of your work. I’ve been reading and enjoying your tales since I was a wee thing. And I must tell you these days, my life seems to unfold as a tale fantastical to rival any told by your dear Mother Goose. And speaking of goosed, I also have to say I myself am feeling as though I’m in involved in some sort of cosmic game of duck, duck, goose or probably far more aptly—duck, duck, ghoti.

But let me see if I might properly explain.

The weirdness began on Saturday as this latest round of solar flares and CMEs were brewing here in our solar system.

Saturday I headed out to Leesburg to give a massage to the partner of a lovely gentleman who is a professional peer of my cousin. She ever so sweetly provided a word of mouth recommendation when he mentioned he was looking for someone to provide a birthday massage for his partner. While I didn’t realize it when I checked the hits to the biddy-biddy-blog that morning, there was one that was sticky with quantum threads to the aforementioned activity later that day.

When I checked the hits to the b-b-blog that morning before heading out to Leesburg, I noticed there was one at 08:16:00 the result of a rather odd keyword combination—one I’ve seen before—”hubba hubba”. While I chuckled at the sight of the words, I didn’t explore much further as I was pressed for time and needed to get out the door on time and on the road to my appointment.

It was after I arrived home, I discovered the rather curious quantum connection between the keywords and the day’s events.

After returning from Leesburg, I decided to do a quick look-see to the b-b-blog stats and examine the keyword hit from earlier a little more closely as I waited for my pizza to be delivered. When I did an IP search of the hit I discovered it had come from a suburb of Tampa, FL—Temple Terrace. I didn’t think much of it. However, when I plugged the GPS coordinates into g-maps the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

The hit came from a residence on Linda Street. The car that’s parked smack dab and right out in front of the house? A silver RAV4 that’s identical to the one I bought that originated in FL!

It was about that moment, I began to think the spooks may be once again sniffing my line. However, it was three days later, I became nearly sure.

Yesterday evening I once again received a hit to the b-b-blog with the keyword hit “hubba hubba”. Upon seeing this particular hit I thought to myself, quite out loud, “WTF?” However, it was after doing the IP look up and plugging in the GPS coordinates that I once again heard the theme from The Twilight Zone cue up from an unknown source (as often does happen in my life on more than one occasion).

Why did I suddenly hear TTZ theme? The area of South Carolina from where the hit originated is a town known as Goose Creek. The area of Leesburg I was in just three days prior in my loverly Silver RAV? Goose Creek! And what’s next to this town? Naval Weapons Station Charleston which houses the Strategic Weapons Facility. Can you say spook city?

And it gets even weirder. When I zoomed in on the house from where the hit originated, it has a flag pole in front of it. There was one flag on the pole that caught my attention, that of the USMC.

I had a gentleman over this evening for a little fun. I’ve been talking with him for a few days via email. As we were talking what did I discover about him? But that he’d been in the service. Which one? The Marines!

I nearly fell out of the bed from stifling my laughter when he told me this.

If all of this isn’t weird enough, I made an unrelated discovery last evening that’s nearly as strange.

For whatever reason, I once again found myself doing google searches related to MMRFRO. In doing so, I discovered that he’d written a weird and random “review” for a compact fluorescent light bulb that he’d purchased from Amazon. Of course, my first thought was who the fuck writes a review about CFLs? But after a moment of considering the source, I realized it’s just the kind of thing he’d do. He really is that odd.

Once I recovered from the initial bemusement of this finding, a little something, something bubbled up from my subcon. There was an email sent to a VP at my company late last year ostensibly outing me as Satan. One of the more cryptic parts of that email was a statement that claimed I use “cakes and grapes and light bulbs” as part of whatever juju I’m supposedly slamming on my co-workers.

I’ve always wondered if there might be some connection between MMRFRO and that email given it was sent shortly after I’d sent him a card in the mail. While there may not be any real time physical connection between the two. It certainly appears there’s some kind of crazy virtual/quantum/collective conscious connection with the two things.

Just not sure the consciousness of whom or what it might be.

I read the most interesting fact earlier. It appears CMEs can affect one’s mood. I had to chuckle when I read this as I’ve been highly irritable the past several days, and couldn’t quite put my finger on what the cause. Now I know. Another thing I’ve read/heard is that the electromagnetic energy also affects manifestation. It’s supposed to increase manifesting energy, thereby increasing one’s abilities to manifest. Which  means of course one has to be very careful about their thoughts and what they put out to the universe, eh?

Guess I best watch myself the next couple of days.

Please give my regards to Mr. Einstein.