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oh, this post is postponed. apparently i have to play scrabble. now.

Fingers of Grease

Know what's always bugged me? The fact that whales and porpoises have flukes which they move up and down vertically to move in water while fishes seem like they are almost all using their tails in the opposite manner and moving theirs side to side. Unless you are a flounder or some other bottom feeder. But then you know you got your own problems with two eyes on the side of your face and stuff. So lets forget about you freaks for a minute and worry about the whales and teh fishes. Why... oh why do you propel yourselves differently? Plus you whales have those little flipper things. They are kinda weird. IT's like you're waving and flailing about all the time in the water. Makes me worry about you and your ability to fend for yourself and make a proper living under the sea. I guess though the answer lies with Kevin Costner again. It always seems to. Like I watched water world one or maybe more it kinda drug on if you know what i mean for like ever and evar. Anyways I seen the man doing this little swim move where he undulated like a belly dancer on X. It disguisted me... but then it got me to thinkng just now when I was thinking about the little flippers and stuff that maybe whales started out just like he did long ago when the planet was all covered with water after the big noah flood thing and hten whales became masters of swimming like that and gave up their clothes and society and need to walk on land at all and just used their little flippers and big tail just like Kevin did in that movie and that may just explain it all. Doesn't explain about the fishes though. Why did they go off and swish back and forth side to side like. Doesn't make no sense. Unless maybe the earths axis like tilted at some point in the past and the fishes never really caught on... unless you were like an uber smart but really ugly fish like a flounder and then you did and you switched up way way before the rest of them. Being the nerds of the fish world you woulda done that. Maybe though I'm gonna learn you about GPS someday soon with some fishy little brain implaints that are genertically engineered to be wet-wired into your little brains and you'll get really really smart and totaly connnected and have like 100% situational awareness and then you'll rule the fish world beneath the sea and pay me in tribute of degreased fish sticks which wont make my fingers greasy.

Jig

cold. real cold.

a big freaking sterling engine and/or refridgerator in space. so since things get really cold when they go really fast and get far apart, kinda makes meh think about the expansion of hte universe and how it may just turn into a big ice cube in the far distant future. also explains the american revolution. all those british ex-pats getting farther and farther away and diffused from the crown and all, next thing you know they try and have some tea and warm up and find out taxes have done been raised on them. all setting into motion a series of chained effects resulting in a dance of empires through time and space. the dutch on the other hand they figured out how to start a corporation and keep everybody generally at home close and safe and have a stable empire in a different fashion. one doing the salsa the other a jig.

Note to Self

Last weeks altercation with the bread knife has now resulted in a 90% healed index finger.

Due to serrated scarring, several layers of missing epidermis, damage to the dermis and distortion of subcutaneous fatty tissue reliable fingerprinting would appear to be infeasible at this time.

Room with a View

Tis the year of the potato. A legume of largess, bounty and wealth. The type of plant your mom would like you to meet and would be comfortable with your own daughter going out on a date with. Which is to say potatoes are boring. After all who will argue that things which live below ground are generally uninteresting? Names such as russet, gold, and chocolate ginger brown street-cat are used in an effort to enliven and bring a note of hilartity to this otherwise pedestrian vegetable. Please understand I am no potato hater. They have uses such as in french fries, soups, vodkas, breads, vegetable fights, childrens games, accompaniments to meats, pancakes, and such. So yes, it must be granted, that they are indeed versitile. Though I will ask this... when is the last time you added potato flavoring to anything. My beef with potatoes is that I don't believe you've arrived as a foodstuff until you have an artificial flavoring created on your behalf, your hollywood star of fame if you will. Besides, you ever heard of anybody playing for big potatoes?

Magical Xmas Crossing Time

Best use of a Prince album. Evar.

Mens sana in corpore sano

This is funny... ”Place is the greatest thing, as it contains all things”

Sets it's probably not at all like ironic or anything that Set was involved with chaos, storms and the desert. Foundations built on sand

Beneath African Skies

Which part of silence is hard to understand?

The quiet part, or the part where you make up thoughts to fill the void between moments?

To my mind came an unbidden image of something extraordinary. Perhaps world changing. It is a device capable of displaying images. Perhaps scenes, moments, or parts of peoples lives could be displayed. It could be colorful and have sound.

Imagination however is prior art...

... and there is so much more to be done.

Yes, infinite into possibilities collapse, fractals spin into crystal, phi shapes another form, and breath clouds the mirror. Welcome back cosmos.

In the Hall of the Mountain King

Multi-faceted jeweled crowns could turn into quite the rave.

Last night whilst visiting Nuthank in his dimly lit mountain hall a chance alignment of crown, and laser pointer occurred.

Ok, not chance. It happened to be brought there as a result of a traumatic incident involving a Siamese, a game of chase the dot, and the desire to avoid the situation again. The idea was to merely leave said laser pointer in some non-descript location maybe under a doilie.

Instead a full out rave was fomented. Chance brought the laser into contact with finger, chance brought the beam in contact with the crown jewels. The rest they say is history.

Inspired dancing can and does take place when an enraged feline attacks the sovereign crotch regions. The laser on the faceted crown, that was a by product.

Rime

Missing in most treatise is the concept of uni-lateral understanding. With scant exception efforts are made to bring disparate areas into concordance. Notable exceptions include cell-phone legal agreements, memorandum of understanding, religion, non-disclosure agreements and end-user-license agreements. Astute readers will immediately notice that many of these explicitly decree themselves to be agreements. The implication of course being that they are in fact two equal partners reaching a common area of understanding. This may indeed be true in both television and children's fables. However, being the consummate exemplar I shall refrain from stating so with any amount of clarity. Rather, I shall let French Fries illustrate by example (and to whom I would like to take a moment to offer my personal thanks for enjoyment of your tasty goodness). There is no binding agreement between French Fries and their consumer. Indeed I may love, hate, or be ambivalent in my opinions as to their taste. However, the fries get no voice in their enjoyment. They are simply experienced. It is indeed a one-sided deal. Namely, with the clear victor in the agreement being myself. It could therefore be posited that eating Fries, and by extension, eating is an uni-lateral agreement between yourself and food with you the food eater as the prime benefactor in the arrangement. Before you the reader make the logical leap to include the manifest universe, religion, politics, relationships and indeed all experiences in this allegorical bucket of fries it should be pointed out that as you are reading this both you and I are experiencing a temporally disconnected moment of both understanding and discordance. Undoubtedly, the world, the sun, and the universe all are unilaterally going to continue to go about their business of turning, burning and expanding regardless of your opinion on the matter. To which I would like to leave you with one question. In a post modern, narcissistic, self-relative world of manifest outward experience to whom does the rather unenviable task of converting fryer grease into bio-fuels fall?

Viscous Air

Outside every good airplane is a big cliff. Like a really really big one. the kind which is so high you dont think you are high anymore. cept you really are very high, hypoxic really. kinda turns into a hypnotic little trance as you fall through the blackness. what really is bad though is all the light pollution. like sodium is lighting up so much of our skies its like walmart and mcdonalds teamed up with starbucks to deliver diguisting not really light but light light to the corner of your block, or favorite treehouse at the end of the back 40. like that but different. but not all that different. not different like what happens when you start to think about randy quade showing up riding in a red flyer wagon to deliver your milk and paper at 5.30 in the morning. different like what happens when you start to wonder about what is different. like how shades of green start to look green and stuff. next thing happens all the plants look green and pretty much the same. uniform like. then the suburbs pop-up, your cars and trucks start taste a bit weird, as they are no longer made out of stainless steel and lack that really crisp lovely tang of metal. that kind of uniform. army, collective, swarm-like wierd, were everything tastes like tasty wheat. nearly good, but not nearly good enough. then you end up watching instead of living. kinda like plato's cave smacking you down when you headed to the snack-bar and ended up with tasty wheat and no idea where your seat was and then you head back outside and see a whole swarm of furry little lemmings heading right for the cliff, in a furry little cascade of self-locomoted masturbatory conformity. kinda. it could be a lot like that. or not. so next time you all pick up a box of lightbulbs make sure they don't come with strings attached.

TLD... R

Backflow and fibre traces. Skein a world, an organism, a reality.
Octet buckets collecting a digital rain. 63.225.#.#

PHontonic Shredder

Now could be like a big focal point consuming all within itself.

Like the future is incoming photons while the past is the other side
of the funnel... where energy is converted into matter and past time
as we see it.

Like wonder what happens when a photon strikes your retina. That energy
fires up some synaptic pathway after being converted to chemical versions
of Mercury.

More than that though, is light emittance tied to time and space? If it's
really dark is there nothing. Would explain why everybody is so afraid of
the dark.

Daedalus and the Temple of the Seven Lights of the Earth

Cliffs are large and dangerous. So are big towers and additionally,
large edifices of knowledge. Conversely stupidity knows no bounds.
Inversely knowledge knows no stupidity. Or at least pretends not to.

Large dangerous cliffs are intrinsic drivers. Someone will jump. Well,
after climbing up them. So like you got yourself this really big and
wonderful tower which takes the place of a natural cliff... as no natural
cliffs are in the vicinity and you're bored and/or looking to kil yourself
or impress chicks. So now you need yourself a big tower. No worries, you'll
just make one. Not a big deal really. The big deal is then climbing up
the thing and jumping off.

So maybe you make yourself some nice wings. Or maybe you just continue
following the ass of the little rodent in front of you and just try and
make that leap of faith and transmigrate from being a lemming into being some
kind of bird like creature which looks suspiciously like a lemming. Either
way though my guess is it's not going to end well. Unless you're a scavenger
looking for a tasty, tenderized meal. It's not all bad for you though, you
at least are getting to be a team player and participant in the wheel of
life. Chirp, squawk, and babble your way on little campers.

L>oading Symbols

We do what we can because we must.

Your symbol table may be loaded with evil or good.

We're out of beta, we're releasing on time.

Your jump and branch may leap to address misaligned.

There is research still to be done.

Your stack is close to overflowing.

And there is now no telling where it is all going to end.

Pogo stick

IZA one-legged chair a pogo stick? How about in zero-g?

Fundamental Answers to fundamental questions.

Kinda. Allot of its totally bollux. Unless you enjoy re-decorating after each crusade rolls through and destroys all your lovely architecture.

Latibær

Armageddon has arrived. Dear lord, why did I visit Iceland and enjoy your soothing blue lagoon filled with pleasantly warm healing waters? It was to eat whale. That's why. Now you are having your revenge. First you sent manga and kotaku in the form on digital demon enhanced ninjas to appear insides of mine house and attack me like Cato. Despite it all it wasn't something which impressed me much. it was strange and all weird and maybe illegial in countries with children... but now. Now. Now, now now... you've had to gene splice morgan spurlock and paul rubens and those freaky jelly filled primus clowns and their damn beaver into a frankenstien horror of epic proportions in order to fill my head and haunt me. I liked you more when you were tooling around masquerading as Woden. Ragnorok was nice. Predicable and final, epic, good and evil and such. Quite nice. Now what you got going on? A teenie fattie mocking crusader who frolicks with some scary scary clowns. Guess the other stuff wasn't really working out and hell on earth was the backup plan, huh? Wait. I bets you are just tricking me and the next Tanuk video is coming out next week and we'll be good friends again. Though this time I'm not going to lie and get you out of taking the blame for having Van Gogh's or anybody else's ear hacked off. You'll have to own up to it, since you just HAD to put them there in the first place.

Holmes

Sometimes you eat the duck, and sometimes the duck eats you. Though I think it's the year of the phoenix or something like that. So your chances of being eaten by a duck are pretty slim. Not as slim as say running into a vermillion colored horseless carriage driven by Nestor Holmes. Granted, stranger things have happened. So next year sometime the word garage will be superseded. I have a carriage house in my backward. It's also a garage. Someday it'll be an ecohaus or some whacked out fuzzy new hardcore retro name for a place to park your car which is not your car.

Then again maybe I'm off here and we'll simply keep making bigger vehicles until we reach the point where everyone drives an RV like a royal coachman to work so that they don't feel cramped and lost without the most valued possessions conveyed within. That solves the naming problem quite nicely. Also the problem of property tax. Though I supposed local government won't be too keen on letting RV park everywhere without getting there cut. This is really why you're starting to see the backlash against wal-mart. You see, if they really hold to their word and you get free parking in any parking lot at any wal-mart, what you've really got is your own tax-free zone, spread across the country. Not that I'm proposing freedom loving individuals run out buy and RV and start spending all their free times living in wal-mart parking lots. Not at all.

I wonder where you'd register to vote? Guess it doesn't matter much. The board of directors aren't really beholden to voters, just shareholders. Well, goodnight sweet democracy. Good morning corporate america.

Save Now

Buy now, it's on sale. In fact, if you can see it, you can buy it. For a limited time of course. Then it'll be marked down and resold at a discount by a tiered wholesaler. By then, it's cheaper. Not as cool though. Synchopat. Welcome to the intrinsic world of the real. Where purchases are little snow-globes holding your essence, experience and life in statis, stasis, status, untill you'all get bored and throw it away and save more by buying. Offing with a koan. If you take a picture of a shopper, is there a soul left to steal?