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 ! "

Experimenting w/Roman Numerals Day EX-VEE-EYE

Update on Hadron Collider Calamity !



Breathing a temporary sigh of relief , it seems we are all still here in one piece at this moment in time , unless we are existing in an alternate universe as a joke or something . Still , the stock market seems to have taken a huge hit as rumours of our demise are overstated , yet still undetermined , and hackers are now in control of the collider because scientists had pirated 60,000 computers to evaluate the results of the atoms and protons and such colliding willy-nilly into each other and the on/off switch is seemingly stuck and no one can figure out which plug needs to be pulled to turn it off since there are a lot of plugs all strung out over the entire countryside into every house within a thousand kilometer radius . It is a mess .



Until the data is compiled and decoded and analyzed within a petabyte , we will not be sure if we still exist in or not ... considering the mountain of data still to be dissected , we will probably not know for certain for a week or a month ; until then live your life like it's your last day on Earth .



Toodles .

Experimenting with Roman numerals , day XIV .

Do Over !

Tomorrow is the day that civilization has been working its way toward for a good many years .
I think the troglodytes may have supposed it , or dreamed it . Their dreams were probably what did them in ... once they figured out the uselessness of it all they all sat down around the fire and smoked funny plants until the neanderthals came in and stole all their stuff and that was that .
So what. Probably not the way it all went down ...

Back to tomorrow , in Switzerland , home of whom is arguably the greatest tennis player that ever lived . In several billion years the new universe will have no inkling of tennis or Switzerland or the greatest last latest super collider in the world , a world which no longer exists and in fact maybe never even did !

Hold onto your socks ! Oops , they no longer exist .

So here's the proof that we humans on the planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy are the most advanced civilization in the universe or anywhere conceivable or for that matter inconceivable :
We have created the fantastic Super Collider .
Of course , we aren't the first .
This is a scenario that has been played out , maybe , several dozen times , perhaps even several million times , and God is just waiting for us to flip that switch ... again .

The Large Hadron Collider (LCR) outside of Geneva is , after decades and billions of dollars , ready to heat up and reveal all of the mysteries of the universe . Scientists believe that by bouncing protons into each other at the speed of light that they will recreate the big bang and find out what the stars are made of , what is dark matter , what is the meaning of life , how is Brittany Spears possible ? You know , all the really big questions .

Some people , important people , think that this experiment will actually create mini black holes that will swallow up Europe , oh well , and then everything else in the vicinity ; meaning you and me and even the entire Beatles' catalogue . All of our stuff ! Egad .

Other important people say 'Bumpkiss' . Apparently they are the more important people because the experiment is going to go off without a hitch . Are we doomed ? Most say 'no' .

Ha !

Here's how it will go down : When Peter Higgs throws the switch tomorrow the protons will in a split nano second or even maybe probably much much less then that squirt around the 27 km circular track buried under Switzerland and will in fact accurately recreate the big bang . It will be spectacular ... only God and his posse will witness it ... as every particle everywhere on Earth and the universe is sucked back into one tiny little speck of nothing that will hover like an irritable itch for an instant then in an impossibly magnificent spasm explode and create a whole new expanding universe .

And that is how it goes ; every time a civilization becomes advanced enough to create a really cool super collider , it decides to use it and doing so destroys itself by recreating itself . Weird .

We have basically created a big reset button .

Experimenting with Roman numerals , day Xiii

The best bit of writing so far today ... author unknown :

... surgically repaired left big toe .

5 words strung magically to form a wonderfully scintillating sentence ! Enjoy the day .

Experimenting with Roman numerals , day V+V+double I

The following is a review on the soon released movie from Flex-I-ped Pictures , Mister Pill .

Warren Warmong’s view on selfishness is complete in this , his masterpiece breakthrough movie , that no other construct on it is required . It is a done deal . The movie is Mister Pill and it is Warmong’s first full length directorial effort .

At first , it is hard for us to understand what is so bad about Mister Pill , played by newcomer Harmon Puiser ; but the fearful glances of his staff at the office start us to wondering . At his Spartan home, a dark empty place , the staff of one is seen sitting stiffly in a white kitchen -- the only room of the house with any light and any furnishings .

His all consuming selfishness is displayed in an extremely anal means when he puts out a birdfeeder and sits with a glass of wine to watch the birds flock in and feed . The trees on the property are set well away from the high walls and every season as the trees grow higher , the wall is stacked higher to stop the neighbors from enjoying their loveliness . Finished with his glass , Pill collects the remaining bird seed and hides it away . If he isn’t around to watch the pretty songbirds then they won’t be allowed to eat the seed that he provides .

When Pill holds on office party , a troupe of children from the neighborhood , held to bay outside of a tall block wall , are employed to bring couches and stuffed chairs out of a spacious dance hall . The same hall that is only ever used by the lord of the manor . He hires a girl just for the evening that the hall is empty of chairs and with a stool and a set of glasses and a pitcher of water -- brought in by the lone servant who is then dismissed for the night (presumably so she cannot have the opportunity to enjoy any of the opulent furnishings) -- the two spend a short evening dancing , sipping at water , and we never see if anything further happens . But we do see the woman leaving ; is it early morning before the sun is up or late evening with a backdrop of streetlamps thronged by gnats ? Flipping through a stack of bills , she doesn’t appear overjoyed by the amount of the payoff and turns to knock angrily at the front door , but thinks better of it and storms off . Her employer , pimp? , probably will learn of it .

We gradually begin to piece together the story of a selfish man who has driven every person that loved him -- he has loved no one -- away by his pettiness . His office staff is ever rotating , but he is fine with that because it keeps the payroll low . His longtime assistant is a pudgy little man who has no life and suffers through the long days for little pay . But the work is not demanding , his boss rarely speaks to him but leaves post-it notes almost everywhere . Murly , the assistant , picks up a lean envelope of twenties every Friday and spends his weekend at the bowling alley , where he leisurely bowls game after game and downs one mug of beer after another for hours at a time . He is friendly with everyone he crosses but never has a meaningful conversation . He eyes the other patrons , makes an effort with the snack bar girls , but always bowls solo and leaves the alley alone . We wonder if he saves enough money out of the envelope for rent or sustenance for the following week .

The director , Warmong , shoots the scenes in a very muted tone , almost black and white , and from a low position , especially when Mister Pill is the subject . The sets are nothing special . They are extreme boredom . Even when Pill allows his house to be comfortable it is not inviting . Pill is filmed from the angle of a chair sitter while the office staff lingering with glasses of champagne is filmed from behind a lofty staircase or a chandelier . The furnishing is deeply colored and stands out garishly to the blank walls and pale wooden trim of the grand staircase where Mister Pill spends much of his time sipping a glass of something he has poured for himself from a hidden reservoir .

The ending is fast and unforgiving , but we aren’t really surprised , just shaken by the violence and then saddened for the players that are left behind to live with their preordained actions . No court could find them innocent , even if justice was undoubtedly served .
Warmong has a style reminiscent of the old French masters , from the odd angles to the restless postures and lone performances . Very rarely are two actors seen on screen together -- everybody seems to be alone , especially in the presence of Pill . He seems to separate everyone from himself and the force emanates from his person and affects everything and everyone around him . Even at the dinner table everything seems to stand alone . Nothing ever touches . The dance scene may be the only exception (other than the ending ), and it is by contrast a stark visual moment ; almost glutinous .

If this is any indication of Warren Warmong’s movie prowess , then I am looking forward to his next effort , but hoping for a more lively and engaging story . While this movie is thoughtful and very well acted and filmed , it left me wanting for a ending just a bit less despairing . Walking out of the theatre into the bright afternoon was a contradiction that took a few moments to get my head around … immediately I ducked into a neighboring coffee shop and sought the darkest corner so I could slowly warm to the optimism that the day promised . Better to see this one as a matinee , folks , then to leave the theatre dark and cold and shivering in the car on the way home , even when the night is warm and muggy .