Ok we know what you are thinking, no, that isn’t what we are talking about. Unclench your intestines and pay attention. Does anyone know what is happening, can we prove what is happening? NO. But this is getting to be like a bad Seinfeld episode. We know someone is watching, but do they know we know? If they know, how do they know we know? How do we know they know that we know? How often do you hear watchers say we are glad that you are watching? Do you ever hear them say we might get it wrong, but we are going to watch anyway? When you are watching, what do you watch? When do you watch and what do you see happening? Is it meh, oh, ok, we saw this coming, and we are going to keep on watching to see if it gets better. Is it something that can get better or are we waiting with bated breath? Who might change their mind, go the other way, go both ways, get stuck, accidentally go whoops, we made a mistake. How do we fix this? Can we watch them try to fix it, or do the numbers show its fixable, but we need to find a solution. If the solution is due to a technical glitch, its fixable, you might get a blank screen for a while; or things may show things doing strange. We know, define strange exactly. No, it’s not Charlie Harper doing strange. We know that isn’t happening. What if things are the result of interference, ahem, Donald, is that you? What if you are watching and the information does not compute or go through? You need to give it a technical high colonic. It is one that crosses both eyes and offers a breath mint in the am. It has been known to happen without warning. Now, are we talking about the crossed eyes or the breath mint in the morning?
What is the difference you ask? Glad to have you, sit down and Bertha will explain it all. The watcher is watching for the glitch that catches you off guard, that you do not see coming. It is the moment when you think you are somewhere in the cosmos, doing your thang, and suddenly you are met with …..exactly. You wake up and find a black screen. Nobody is there, but you know they are watching. Techs are on call trying to undo the glitch that caused the whoops moment, with the other side asking what just happened? Bert, I am getting nothing, what just happened? Bert is looking at you with crossed eyes from his high colonic looking puzzled. Nada, zip, no idea, no communicato, nothing is going through. That is a technical glitch. It is not a watch, it is a glitch. It is all circuits are busy, please call back when sanity has been restored. It is not an I am pissed as hell and am done glitch. No, that is a whole nuther animal. That is the one that comes from the monthly “get the hell out,” cover your ass until the meds kick in….glitch.
Ok, so the watchers are watching these glitches, with varied resources, trying to find the crossed wires that have caused the glitch. The viewer in the meantime is sitting back, biting his nails wondering if his channel will come back or if it is gone forever. A few clues it will be back…take notes, sheep hate to repeat themselves. Your first clue it is there, under your nose, but showing up in drag as a transgendered sheep. It is watching you as you watch it, not knowing you have no idea what the hell is going on. The second clue, it is using sign language, in sheep speak. The viewer is still not recognizing the signal. The sheep is doing the macarena trying to get you to see under the dress. What do sheep need to give the slap upside the head? In some cases, apparently so.
Now, the watcher is watching the sheep do the macarena, wondering if that is just something that happens when wires get snipped, crossed, or if it is a means to watch what the sheep is watching? Is there a tell? If there is a tell, is it enough to get rid of the glitch? You never know what the watcher is looking for or at. Big brother has perfected the art of watching. Bertha has mastered the art of watching, long ago. She likes to watch.
Ok so we gave you two. The third tell is silence. No speech, nothing written, sent, just ….silence. No feedback whatsoever. The wires are fixable. You will get your picture back, the sound might come off like Christina Aguilara, but you know you got it back, forever is the deal.
If it’s not coming back, the color will be off, there will be lots of noise, You will notice you get zapped with a power surge. They can be nasty, they sneak up on you and then before you can say shag me sailor, you are caught . You don’t want the zap. Donald this is for you too. Donald is busy looking at Putin and Benny asking now what?
The watchers are waiting ready to pounce on the glitches. One by one, they are looking at the numbers, are they going up or down? If they are going down, who is doing the doing? If you see them flipping around like a flounder, you can assume some are still undecided and can’t decide who to choose. Um Vagina, its simple, he is not the Messiah, and NO he will not fix your toilet. He won’t lower your taxes, grocery prices, gas prices, but he will raise your rent prices to insane amounts. Your three times salary won’t be enough to cover his economy. If they are still flip flopping, just take those segments out of the voting. That isn’t a glitch, that is a choice. You might not get the results right away, it could take a while. But do not give up. Do not walk away saying it left. No, it might be waiting for something having nothing to do with this at all. Isn’t it strange? No strange left at least two weeks ago. This is the result of a technical error that is waiting to be fixed.
Now watchers, we are watching, we are listening, and we are looking for objects that seem close, but are actually far away. So far, no intruders, we still have Bertha doing the macarena, and puppy humping squash, but have faith, one of them will catch something. Something will come into focus, you will get your result, stay positive. Unclench your intestines, these things take time. Strange is not on the menu. There are no third or fourth parties having a party line.
That is what you call a watcher watching a watchee, who does not know we are watching the watchee, or the watcher. We will swap your flip flopping halibut for a potential trans sheep. No tartar sauce does not come with it. The sheep says it wants Tacos on the sofa. It wants tacos or to be doing the sheep taco style? We are not sure, but it is better than crabs. Nobody wants crabs on any sofa. Oy, Keep the faith, it’s not over until Bertha sings.
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