Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXIV

…in my defense , I did not see it coming . First was one thing , just going along , minding myself , nothing further than one step then another , and so it happened : the occurrence . Whose fault , doesn’t matter ; you will worry and fret , feel bad . They’ll say , hey , one of things , not your fault . Maybe , but one second the world is good , everything is moving along ; the next out of the blue everything is changed -- different . How can one second , one misstep , one look away matter so completely ? The birds don’t mind , the traffic won’t stop , disease and famine and the moon won’t deviate its orbit , nor will the planets or the suns or the universe …it is life what is life what’s it matter who knows nobody .
You see , i am already thinking about new additions to the garden , next year . On my roof i have meticulously spelled out : "Aliens Welcome , Bring Cookies". Because guests always feel better when they don't come in empty handed . Or gadgets would be nice if they don't bake . Laser beams or fancy intergalatic beverages are always good ... but really , how many Goofluvian Batmaster Drips can you keep in your cupboard ... just one shot and you have to use up all your vacation time just to pry yourself off the ceiling ... i still have the popcorn-spray imprints from the last time . What i really need are some glow-globes for my garden ; they would look nice by the purple smoke tree , the one that Meister Phlintmatrix brought from Z-9 eleven last spring . The tree is really doing well , other then that incident on Independence Day when it ended up competing with the city fireworks and burnt down all the houses on the other side of the street .

Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XX@2(add ONE)

So, the day is here , that special day Thanksgiving , when we all thank the indigenous peoples of our land , the Indians , who have graciously given us the turkey and pop corn . Without all the good stuff we have been given , surely our species would have perished from the earth altogether . And from the noble Indian , we gained our love of feathers , which we wear often upon our head . I am wearing my feather today . It tickles my nose , i believe i need to iron it , or starch it ... my feather droopeth . And from the great Indian we have marshmallow jello , it is good to see the marshmallows in the translucent green wiggly foods ... we all love the jello , but did you know that the ever-lovin' Indian also cooked a translucent salmon that was green , and beaver cakes , that were de-boned ? It's all good ... and of course the All knowing Indian was firstly from the planets that orbited The Great Sun , you know , the bigger sun outside of our solar system , that the interstellar Indian traveled from for many moons to reach our sun and give our puny race stuffing and raisins and other tasty goods . So give thanks , especially to our fore feathered friends , and wear your feather in fond remembrance of their greatness ... woo hoo hoo ! Thank you much !

Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXII

Nothing nothing nothing nothing if repeated enough times is no longer random but meaningless . In the long long long sequence of Pi how many times in a row is one digit repeated ? If ‘nothing’ could be substituted for the number 8 , how many times could the word ( nothing , corresponding to ’8’ --does that make sense ? -- ) be repeated in one sequence ? Actually , seeing as I have no idea what I’m talking about , and don’t care and neither does anybody else , what does it matter ( question mark ) .

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On to more important things ….
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There are rubber thingies on the desk , in a sealed plastic bag . I do not know what they belong to . Also there is Scotch tape , several paper clips -- some of the spiral variety -- ear buds , 3 pens and 2 pencils , Webster’s Thesaurus , a couple dozen shiny picture hanging nails , several dice of all colors and sides , a glass’ case -- empty -- a be-noted and torn piece of scrap paper , a stack of CD-R’s , an extra button sleeve complete with the extra button , and dust .
No money . That’s a shame ; I could use the money ; everything else is crap .

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It is almost 3 . I have been awake now for 11 hours . I think it is about time for a nap . I spent twenty three dollars ( and change , add some zeroes ) this afternoon . Money well spent ? Only time will tell . There is a broken Zune also , in its box .
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I have a Kleenex and lint in my pocket . My nose is a bit runny . It has been very cold this week . Unseasonably cold . This blog entry is way too revealing . Everything from here on will be a lie .
My dog is chewing on my running shoe . Stop it , Sam , bad dog . That shoe has more then 600 miles on it . The other one has about the same , maybe less because I like to hop on one leg occasionally for a few miles to fight boredom . I belong to a skipping club . Next week is the 10K Skip for Arthritis Skip . For 25 dollars you get to skip with a bunch of other skippers and get a T-shirt . And there’s milk and cookies afterwards . And Gatorade and a banana .
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Jelly Donut .
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A glass of orange juice every day cancels out all the bad stuff you do . You can smoke a pack a day and have twelve Twinkies plus drink a glass of orange juice and you will live to be a hundred and eleven . The cigarettes have to be Marlboro Box Sea-kelps . I prefer the one hundreds . And Twinkies is a euphemism for …ahem . You know . The orange juice is really OJ . Really -- I’m not kidding . But who wants to live that long anyway . Unless of course you can skip right up until the end ; then sign me up .
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And have Twinkies . Ahem .
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These spiral paper clips are really kind of neat … and they work just fine . That part was true .

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Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXI

It has been established through the exertions of others I might add that commas are really not ever needed and that with a series of connector words and or full stops an author could essentially write an entire novel without ever using one . A comma I mean .

Froget your English teacher and so what if you occasionally misspell a word as long as everyone knows what you’re trying to say why sweat a couple misplaced letters. Commas appear to be a preference and not the rule or so I have read .

Actually every country has its own punctuation rules and every author has his or her own interpretation so there that’s my story and I’m sticking to it . The more famous an author you are the more quirky you are allowed to be although the critics may disagree . So what if they argue for one point or the other it is really only the readers that count and of course the dollars they will shell out for a favorite author’s new novel .

That is all I have to say about that and I sincerely hope that you all have a groovy day or night whichever applies best to your circumstance . Toodles .

Did Andy Warhol (spellcheck wants to make him a warthog) ever do a series on punctuation ?

I guess the lowly semi-colon isn’t as exciting as a soup can .

Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XX .

Faces , and the faces that the faces wear . It’s a put on . In this new world , this future age , we can carry extra faces and around every corner we can open our face bag and exchange one face for another . Look , up the street is a man who’s face doesn’t match his gait . It is a wonky and aimless way he ambles in and amongst the crowd , while his face is confident and goal orientated . We meet , and we trade legs . Now our legs match our faces . Today is Tuesday , I think my old Tuesday face no longer reflects my modern Tuesday sensibility , so I’m going to the face store , Faces , for a one of those popular faddish faces . And a cappuccino . Face you later .

Experimenting with Roman Numerals , What the heck Day am i on now ?XIIX or something ?

Berries : Look , don't eat .

Today’s Seldom Horoscope and Not News for the Faint of Heart & Please ignore this DRIVEL !

Great news , sprouts : tonight you’ll be getting a little wiggle room as Saturn and 2/3’s of his moons are slathered in sublime equilibrium with the revised magnetic poles of the new Geo-Confabulation engine at Port Monsnouts in San Puerto .

And that of course means that now , for a limited time only , you can drill through shale with a calibrated yellowwood bit . Also , brown is a good color for the week and your fancy keyword -- good for establishing contacts and super great deals -- is : Full Moon . And to elaborate , Miss Woody Smithhelper is engaged to be married to … an ancient Warthog manager a.k.a. editor of Feed Yourself with a Spoon and also without a doubt the finest man ever to turn Playdough into a fantastic Thanksgiving side dish . Recipes available through his blog and Facebook account ; avoid staring directly at pixilated images of Mr. Booph . That’s his name .

Only confirmed spies (all confirmed spies log on for a superior key word ) have a better key word this period and it is “ ************** ” , pronounced with a Cuban accent and slight genuflect . For lizards a change of color from scarlet to umber on the palms and lower squeltch is mandatory .

From the land of the Bass-Ackward Lizard People I have collected some beans in my pocket ; into each has been carved with Chinese characters the twelve monuments of Peru , and a senator’s mailing address complete with a portrait of his wife making bunny ears with Crisp , the Hawaiian spokes-hare of Kellogg’s Salty Chocolaty Breakfast Crisps , sold only in the UK .

Major dos : Do drink 8 ounces of water and swallow one pill ; do nod at passing soaker-headers ; do ignore preening beavers .

Major don’ts : Don’t make planetary purchases or drive fast into cones or cone-headed citizens . If you must smoke then only smoke left handed underwater and snorkel less . Smoke Trees are exempt ; as are their cleaning-gnomes .

Also , tomorrow is another day , confirmed by NASA engineers .

Fire !

Searching for a new Roman Numeral TTYQWERTY

Forget the day , as it’s a fly-by , a song on the wind , blown hither and yon from lips to the monarch’s parcel route , shrouded by wispy cloud matter into the jet stream over hills into valleys and out into the warm breath of the gulf .


The immortal bug croons on a waft of melancholy and drifts into through and around space , or the atmosphere , like a lollygagger out of control … a habitual lackadaisical dunderhead … a flower sniffing hobo set adrift on the seas of fate high and high on life .


No such nonsense , just a penchant for a sweet bouquet and so ends this flight of fancy , for the winged are as we are and pulled by the gravity of existence into the depths of our surroundings … engulfed by life and beleaguered by a tendency to feed and survive .


So feed , on cake , and burst free . Fly , fly , fly .

Roman numerals , blah blah blah . Whatever .

"I'm convinced that time travel is impossible.

"If it were , then everything would be different ; better .

"... but maybe time travel would just screw things up more . Every time the traveler tried to fix something it , he would just screw something else up .

"Actually , i'm convinced that time travel is possible , and is actually going on ! "