| I was just playing with that slideshow from yesterday and that's good code. I did a good job on that. And it shows how I spend my time in a productive way. And when I share my findings, it may help others who work with the code. So you can't blame me for hating it when someone else comes along with their hacking software that they got from blowing some nerd and always needs to use my things to show off her talent and intelligence. Why do these frauds always need my music and my poetry and my works of humour to show off and make money? Why does this go on so inhumanly long? Because I need my work for more than showing off and making money, I need it to explain how I've spent my life every day, for years and years, because it took hours and hours of every day to produce. Of course, you'd need to be able to count it all to see for yourself, and that would be impossible from the page I keep getting steered to from Mozilla here. It only shows 108 videos when I am now up to 324 videos. So I'm not feeling very grateful this Christmas. I can't even keep my own music. And why me? Why can't they ever do this to someone else in twenty years? | ||||||||||
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Monday, December 24, 2018
Time for Consideration
Sunday, December 23, 2018
2018 Song Posts
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| Style | Title/Link | Other Data | Date Posted | On Blogger? | Previously Shared? |
| Music | Gr. Moose | Dec 21, 2018 9:36 AM | Not as rehearsal | ||
| Music | Juice | Dec 21, 2018 9:31 AM | Not as rehearsal | ||
| Music | Currents | Dec 20, 2018 12:58 PM | Not as rehearsal | ||
| Music | Denial | Dec 20, 2018 12:55 PM | Yes | Not as rehearsal | |
| Music | Redundant | Dec 19, 2018 11:34 AM | Yes | Not as rehearsal | |
| Music | Simper | Dec 19, 2018 11:30 AM | Yes, this year | Not as rehearsal | |
| 2016 Vlog | Hazy Recollections (Remastered) | Dec 18, 2018 10:08 AM | Yes | Yes, in 2016 | |
| Music | Close Rendezvous | Dec 3, 2018 2:35 PM | Yes | Yes | |
| Music | Flimsy | Oct 25, 2018 8:17 PM | Yes | Unknown | |
| Music | Bird of Prey - Restored Online | Jul 20, 2018 11:26 AM | Yes | Yes, 2010 | |
| Music | Preteen Queen - Restored Online | Jul 19, 2018 1:06 PM | Yes | Yes, in 2010 | |
| Music | Slings and Arrows | Jun 21, 2018 5:04 PM | Yes | Yes, in 2007 | |
| Music | Simper | Jun 10, 2018 12:20 PM | Yes | ||
| Music | Redemption Remix | Apr 16, 2018 12:10 PM | Yes | Yes, in 2007 | |
| Music | Redemption | Apr 10, 2018 3:39 PM | Yes | Yes, in 2007 | |
| Music | Next Best Thing | Feb 24, 2018 6:42 PM | Yes | No | |
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(Legal Note: I did notice black bars across the orange circle on my videos when I checked my slideshow on Firefox this morning. Merry Christmas.) 12:43PM December 23, 2018. Just checking at the library. This program appears to be working well for the moment, at least from here. So, I needed a slideshow chronology for my 2018 music after all, but the songs I posted were mostly of me in the present, playing songs from past years. I also wanted a function that could skip ahead or back in the slideshow to direct user choices. I've never done it before, but I figured it out, as you can hopefully tell by clicking on the above list of my music MP4's from this year. I'll share it here in this blog first, and see if it works okay. I just added Juice and Gr. Moose from the other night. (For HTML programmers:) Normally you can change the source of an iframe or an embed tag by simply referring to the desired URL, but the music URL's I've stacked into my slideshow here are merged in an array. I therefore had to refer to each URL by its position in this array in order to reach this slideshow with my statement. It was also necessary to reset the date and self subtracting/adding index variable, along with the URL, according to each and all clicking options, in order to keep their users from inadvertently upsetting the slideshow's delicate chronology when accessing this new function. Back to everyone, this slide show belongs in my Experiments blog from 2016, but whomever stole it from me six months ago looks smart enough already with all my explanations of my javascript slideshow's logic up to now. And I bet they look talented with those indexes holding those links to all my songs and poems here on Blogger. Pretty evil, especially when the work they're stealing reaches the hearts of the public and tricks them out of their money. I wonder how popular they're going to get from this latest round of my music posts. Now, this is where I have to get funny because I have to explain why I needed to post those last two songs, which I call my psychedelic twins, Juice and Gr. Moose. It's very important that they stay as a pair because they are a binary algorithm which aliens helped me to fine tune into an intergalactic message of peace. By putting it online and beaming it out into space, we will thwart off a takeover by a superior species. They only enslave the assholes. Believe me, that warm, friendly vibe is important. I know they were aliens because they referred to themselves jokingly as 'gods'. They see everything in binary, and that's why we have genders to all life here. Oh yes, they have a French accent, probably appreciating its masculine/feminine noun designations, and a surprising number of them are female and not to be confused with muses. |
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Sunday, December 16, 2018
Take It from Me
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Below, memories of October 2016, just before the big Blue Rodeo show: I just can't help turning the odd humorous phrase here and there. Keep an eye on the Lie Guy with this one. A couple hundred of his offences are already listed below. Sunday's a good day to address my most faithful readers. My recently shared plan of suicide might disturb them, so I thought I should speak a little about how God fits into it for me. I'd rather not kill myself just yet, but I must tell you that it is becoming more and more desirable to me. From 2007 to 2010, unaware that thousands of posts had been stolen from my Google account, I was unaffected by their passing into the hands of countless frauds. Out of sight was out of pain. Now that most of those works have been restored here and they're all being torn to pieces again, I'm feeling the abuse. It seems inevitable that this constant pain, a kind of pressing heartache, will eventually drive me to the act. Being so close to my grave has made me very spiritual, so I have my Maker on my mind. I'm even careful to keep my thoughts as clean as possible. There's just one more thing I'd like to say on this topic now. It was provoked by the attitudes of certain trespassers of my copyrights and has to do with God's disagreements with humanity. I feel it necessary to remind the faithful of a scriptural lesson that is getting demolished by modern broadcasting and its parade of frauds with my work. It boils down to God doesn't think like we do. Three important examples of this are with appearances, riches, and heaven. God was clearly more impressed with a common carpenter's son than he was with the emperor of Rome because God sees beyond appearances into the truth of a person, which exists purely in actions. This was why Christ instructed to 'give no thought to what you should wear.' It won't help you ultimately. A beautiful business suit, which I'd love to put on, is no substitute for beautiful actions. TV commercials seem to say the very opposite: the clothes make the man. You might think a woman is beautiful at first sight, but you'd soon change your mind about her if she betrayed you. God would see past her appearance, straight through to her treachery, from a safe distance. God is repulsed by material riches. We associate such riches with success, but God, besides being infinitely more impressive, sees them as a barrier to salvation. The physical comfort they offer is limited by our term of existence as physical beings, and threatens to betray the spiritual, immortal part of us. Here Christ is quoted as saying of the doomed rich, 'you have had your easy life.' I enjoy TV shows about rich people, like Columbo. They have more things, which makes them more interesting to watch. Still, we must be careful not to covet their possessions. My last point, about heaven, has to do with its location. Humans are inclined to think of heaven as a shining palace in the clouds when it is not. God's heaven is a place of the heart. We will never find it by any expedition, method of analysis, or signing of a recording contract, but only by embracing our noblest feelings. (When I do this, I tend to produce my most pleasing works of music, poetry, comedy, and art.) Christ spoke in parables, in order to appeal directly to the hearts of his flock and bypass their heads. It was the only way that God's Kingdom could accurately be described. And what are we losing, as our science grows and grows, and its rationality blinds us from such places that exist in feeling rather than thought? Nor does Satan's hell exist here, but more likely in a dimension where stolen music and plagiarized comedy are extracted by live vivisection with no anaesthesia. Hey, the only limit is your own imagination! I've never been very comfortable in this world, since I've never had much money, and it's troubling to learn how casual the rape of my music and comedy has become as a way of showering heartless frauds with comforts and leaving me in the cold. It's the kind of true story that belongs in a scripture, a classic pitting of good against evil, but look at how it gets ripped apart when I try to share it on Blogger and YouTube. Well, however much the government and big business must hate my faith in God, it has preserved me up to this point, so that I may share as much soul protecting truth with you as possible. If only they knew how technological my conversion was, how powerless I was against it; it might give my account more credence, or at least make it more understandable. I'm up to Season Seven of Ancient Aliens, my inspiration for comedy sketches like the Observatory and I Know All About It. This is a very interesting show when it discusses the paranormal experiences of outstanding people from the past, like Abraham Lincoln's. And was Hitler a contactee? Anti-Semites from space? Who'd have thought the hate spread that far in only 2000 light-years? And did ET's help Von Braun with his V-2's? They must have wanted to wipe out England before Doctor Who could get there. Anyway, people are more inclined to believe that such extraordinary things happen to outstanding people, as with Lincoln or Hitler, but when broadcasters constantly diminish the image of an otherwise outstanding person, it makes his encounter with the phenomenal less believable by making him appear too ordinary for it. Watch out for my deceptive appearance, which is far more their creation than mine in your eyes. If aliens are involved in this, it's an experiment. Maybe they want to compare the frauds' success with my own. Maybe it's an important experiment, and they need me to survive to get on the stage so that they can complete their analysis. Maybe they'll be extremely cross with anyone who drives me to suicide before that can happen. I wouldn't want those powerful entities pissed off at me, boy. I have only passing complaints about financial difficulties because I don't expect being rich to solve all my problems. If anything, the great wealth of some of the offenders in this case against me and my work shows just how inadequate earthly riches are when it comes to delivering true happiness. If they were happy with their fortunes, they'd have left me alone on the web with my beautiful songs and blogs, with no credit card and no commercials on my page. As for my suicide, should it come to pass, it will make no sense to your rational mind. I only hope it will be acceptable to your heart. |
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Saturday, December 15, 2018
Why Stars Go to Hell
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A lot of people are looking forward to meeting their favourite stars in Heaven, but they might be in for a surprise when they see who those stars really are. The Heaven-on-Earth offered to stars in this crime culture of ours is truly evil. There's even a physically invasive component to it that must be a government secret. And they don't let you have this Heaven of theirs unless you trade your soul for it. This is probably done voluntarily by most, but in my case they tried to impose it on me in 2011, when I still had a lot of old music unclaimed and a thousand or so comedy blogs to rewrite. The condition of my stardom was the trading of my soul in the form of Nickleback with Fool's Paradise and Nonchalant, Seal with Bad News and Beguiled, Blue Rodeo with Mischief and Close Rendezvous, plus TV shows like Saturday Night Live, Ellen, the Simpsons, and others, with all the comedy sketches in my blogs as listed below in my Copyright Offenders index, all of which have come to light since 2011. As long as these vast portions of my music and comedy remained in the hands of frauds, the industry was willing to support my bid for success in 2011. How generous of them. And see how they've withdrawn their support since I rewrote and reclaimed all these old works? If I want my soul, I must sacrifice my success in the industry. In 2011, that boy who mocked me as I walked by him yesterday was only about two. Look at the world he's growing up in. I believe in my soul. I've had very convincing dreams to assure me of its existence. I've witnessed firsthand the suicide of an artist, one who showed me the way to salvation. The very sidewalk wept for him when he died. Anyway, I would never trade my soul for anything, and that seems to be my barrier to success in this world. Now my life is being made unlivable by constant fraud with my music and comedy combined with the neglect of authorities who are supposed to protect me. God knows that I'm being crucified here and that crucifixion kills. He will not blame me for my suicide, since I would be very happy to live my life under less excruciating conditions. The blood that broadcasters and stars and certain police and certain lawyers and certain politicians are bidding for will pass onto their hands, where it will stay until their final judgment. Until I put a stop to it by killing myself, I feel myself being torn to shreds by the countless violations of my work here on Google, but I must endure. The only thing I have to worry about is making sure I've done all I can to champion the truth before I go. That's why I'm trying to register my songs now. I'd like to register all of them over the next year or two. If they want to speed up my suicide, just get them to reject my registration. With that last hope of leaving an accurate account of my life gone, there will be nothing left for me to live for, and God will understand. I've also found a place where I might be able to register my poems and comedy scripts. And I'd like to post my frameset containing all my blogs somewhere outside of Blogger. My posts are getting destroyed here. Once these things are done, if no one still wants to help me, I will be free to grant the industry's wish for my blood. To give you an example of how truth is getting destroyed here, I've been informed that readers are viewing my 'chrono-dave.blogspot' link through an encrypted outside connection. After I struggle to organize a chronology of my videos to explain my argument, the last thing I want is to be blocked from what outside readers see when they view the page. So I had a peek at my home files of this blog to give you the tally of videos which should be listed there. For 2018, there should be 60 videos with 2 not yet added from yesterday. 2017 has 17 videos. 2016 has 34 videos. 2015 has 13 videos. 2014 has 41 videos. 2013 has 28 videos. 2012 has 19 videos. 2011 has 59 videos. And 2010 has 55 videos. The total comes to 326, which is about ten over what I have on YouTube because of the erasing and reposting of ten or twelve songs from the last eight years, which called for their double mention in my chronology. Is that how many are visible through this -uh - 'encrypted' link? I seriously doubt it. And don't bother calling the cops. But I can make them come for one thing, right, cops? When I put the note on my door, it will say, NOW THE POLICE WILL COME. The smell will tell my co-tenants the rest. I'll leave my door unlocked. |
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