-Mobile continuation from Xanga blog PinkyGuerrero at PinkyGuerrero, Pinky, Janika, this blog is Basically Clueless, ongoing continuation at blog PinkFeldspar, in that order.
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-Personal blog for Janika Banks.
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Monday, December 14, 2020

test post, ignore this

I'm trying to do something and the only way I can see what I'm doing is through two browsers, so ignore this while I play.

Here, enjoy a cookie.

Monday, September 14, 2020

looking glass technology, they say

Almost that time of year again. I got that in 2012 on a camera that had been dropped a few times. I drop my phone all the time now and the pix look fantastic no matter what happens.

You guys need to see this.

Friday, June 26, 2020

virtual minecraft in your house

I had the coolest dream last night.

People in real life could buy minecraft packages that were like pokemon go, like the mobs would show up in small dog size around the house and you could collect them and set up areas around your home with virtual decor that you could construct yourself with this app. It was all the new rage, and everyone was getting it for their kids. (Think Mo Creatures mod.)

In the dream I was a techmod just like I am on server, only instead of policing chat and helping with player issues, I could teleport to app packages that people set up in their homes and help fix the glitches. I helped them figure out how to set up 'claim' areas like in kids' bedrooms to keep the app a little more contained, and I could help them expand claims to other parts of their houses and stuff.

Imagine everything about minecraft build into an app that you could play with virtually in real life. Imagine anchoring  your purchases to 2D and 3D 'claims' that kept out hackers, like when they visit your house they wouldn't be able to make your virtual pets go off claim and stuff.

In the dream I went to at least 4 different virtual claim areas fixing problems, and it was so perfectly meshed between real life and virtual that it was a pleasure doing the work.

I'd love to go into a description, but I'm afraid it would turn into a book because it was so detailed. Just imagine your house literally having virtual pets running around.

Friday, May 22, 2020


So the Washington Post is reminding us there is a cicada eruption coming soon. The snip clicks to source.

To which I replied. This snip will click directly to the site I linked.

Other anons were answering, as well. Here is an example that will click to tweet.

After that I started a new thread. It clicks out.

I shared the cicada site link again and then shared these screenshots, this info can be found on the cicada site, which has loads of info.

Then I added more.

Brood IX is the one coming out in 2020.

Here is the whole image.

It is pertinent to note at this time I had already researched this cicada hatch because Q says nothing is a coincidence.
Q and Cicada, perhaps  May 1, 2020

In that post I wrote this, the screenshot will click to wikipedia.

"For instance, 2 or 3 years ago I was deep digging and wondered if Q either sprang directly from or hijacked the Cicada game." Note this link is different from the wiki link to the screenshot below.

This next comes from another site, click the screenshot to go there.

Then I wrote

"People forget things so quickly, even when they are very smart. As soon as Q established being 17, I instantly thought Cicada.

I don't have the kind of brain that decrypts riddles, but I do see more easily than some others how patterns emerge. I'm very good with patterns.

It's nearly cicada season. Q says it's going to be a hot summer. I live in the heart of midwest cicada country, so I'm very familiar with them. Maybe we should be taking this literally to get some deep dig info."

Again, screenshot takes you to the site.

"See that? Brood IX will hatch this year in states where big bases and alphabet buildings are located."

"17 is a very important number with Q and our current POTUS. One anon was noticing how many family members and past associates had been born on the 17th of their birth months. Things like that.

Maybe we need to learn where these cicada broods are typically located. Looks to me like some agencies will be getting swarmed."

And from there I continue the discussion about how this relates to the black cube, which permeates cultures and corporate logos all over the world. Here is that post again in case you want to check it out. https://pinkfeldspar.blogspot.com/2020/05/q-and-cicada-perhaps.html

After that discussion I continued.

"This is the year that the cabal goes down, per this POTUS administration.

This is the year cicadas swarm the black cube, per symbolism.

Just like in Hunger Games.

They stormed the Capitol.

You can leap to every imagery and pun and take that where you please. I honestly don't know if there is a connection between Q and Cicada, but Q says there are no coincidences.

In the event Brood IX means anything..."

This clicks to a map that you can zoom in on and see the areas better. Check out the towns and stuff. Maybe look up what is in the area on other maps...

Ok, that was the blog post.

Now let's get back to twitter. Very shortly after I started my new thread about the Washington Post announcing cicadas, another user started a new thread with my own thread starter. The snip is too large to get the timestamp, but this clicks over so you can see it if you want.

I was very surprised. Anyone who follows me on blogs knows that I don't handle interaction very well even when it's 100% positive because I'm a super reclusive aspienado, and that is why there are very rarely comments on my blogs, even with comments open. I'm a lurker supporter, I don't require anyone's acknowledgement or validation, and I just keep blogging anyway, so I had to wrap my head around this.

I took a deep breath and responded.

This is the screenshot in the pic. I got it from an image search, and it links back to a tweet. Click the image to see the tweet.

And here is that tweet with a timestamp, in case it ever disappears.

And then I added this tweet.

And that is pertinent because it's this screenshot, which clicks to the site.

There was no response to that, so I let it go and went to bed.

This morning I decided to own asking the question.

And now I'm going to make a suggestion.

It's time. We need to start asking POTUS who Q is. We need to trend the question as hard as we trended other things lately. We need to make the world see we are asking the question so they will join in and ask the question so that millions and millions of use are asking


Friday, March 6, 2020

come with me now

Aaaaand I have abruptly leapt to another blog, so perhaps this whole rough year is over now and I can move forward. It was just a really really hard year. Glad I'm past all that now.

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

the organ maintaining hull integrity so I stay healthy

One of my physical therapists let me know I have really young skin for my age and had a hard time believing I went through a body-wrecking self destructive heavy alcohol and more stage, to the point of kicking off a nasty autoimmune flare that lasted a few years.

I absolutely do not take my health for granted. I certainly haven't earned the good fortune of not looking my age.

The divergent nature of living for decades in loads of pain and stress and looking younger than my age the entire time only means I don't have the audacity to be vain. I do try to keep up being clean and pleasant to behold, but I honesty fail spectacularly in any fashion sense.

Inside my head none of any of that exists. I know the truths I live with.

"So you'd rather die than give up the man who tried to kill you?"
Sadly, yes, but love had nothing to do with it. I've often wondered how many other children he went on to rape over the years after I hid ours away from him.

"You were the one time that I let love weaken me, and I want you around as a constant reminder to never make that mistake again."
Very literally played that out myself, just didn't announce it. Sometimes I wonder if my psychologist ever figured that out. Just because one answer comes out of my mouth doesnt mean all the rest of me feel that way.

I could look like a Shar Pei and it wouldn't change my life inside my head.

I can't even begin to describe how boring my life is now compared to before. It saves my wretched soul from rotting in prison or in the ground.

I never look in the mirror.


Nevermind, there's no way I'm going to power through, so back to 1-1-1 while the taper stalls. The suckage in my arm is pretty real again.

My house smells like the salmon I cooked last night. Windows open, beautiful day.

Remember I had chopped my hair into an accidental John Wick? It's long enough to hold a French braid now, thank goodness. I'm just not cute with jaw length hair.

Dang it, accidentally pre-published. Oh, well. Gonna keep going.

Went completely off track at the psychologist. I really need to get back to listing topics of things I want to work on. It occurred to me driving away that 13 years ago my original intent was to be able to talk to people better, and that the last time we met I announced I don't want to talk to anyone any more at all. And he's the only person I talk to about stuff that really concerns me.

I have a family. I do have a few friends on this earth. I still feel empty inside. And I'm not sure I care that much any more about that.

If this is all in my head, if my life really is made for lurker games and shadows behind the scenes, if there really are strangers that reach out and check on me when people I love walk on by, then maybe, just maybe, this whole covert war thing validates the dream I had as a very young child (possibly 3 or 4) that I was a man with an important secret job and I was killed by an explosion, and I came back to finish what I was doing then.

I've joked around about people nearly and sometimes actually dying around me any time I really do get to work, and the first thing I thought per that pinky blog post I made today was possibly I got nudged about a threat to the ONE person I really talk to. If that's the case, do I withdraw, like I did from everyone else? Or do I weigh the current situation and continue?

I will never really have what I want in this life. I've accepted that. Friends came and went. Loved ones are far away or on very different mind planets. Sometimes I want to dwell.  Sometimes I can't feel anything else. So I live in my head.

Aspienado is rattling the bars.