Monday, November 13, 2017

bargain basement 65' yacht prices

Arguably the least offensive thing a person can say is nothing.

The least offensive person may argue that a thing is nothing.

Nothing is offensive, a least person arguably can say.

An arguable person is offensive, says nothing.

Person nothing arguable.

Nothing.

Monday, November 06, 2017

banter about the bay view

So I'm reading this book called 'Radical Honesty' and one of the middle chapters in the book is about anger.

I do not get angry. Really.

The chapter had some really interesting things to say about it, but I couldn't find that any of it would apply to me.

Anyhow, it is 23h25 as I write this sentence and I am sleepy. I ought to go to sleep.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Blanket statement about blankets

I have composed exactly zero limericks in the last eleventeen minutes. Two more times than zero is at least the number of pie plates that were used as biplanes in a race to capture catheters named Cathy. Left handed microscopes are numbered alphabetically when being used as a pilot light to prevent nothing from not happening. A leftist branded a template much like a covalent bond smears political figures for having not picked up their canine pet defecation. All drones flying between 80m and 190m should be painted invisible and turned noiseless so as to placate the dirigibles that once, filled with helium, could masquerade as a spleen.

Getting dealt double jacks in your first hand is reminiscient of a windy day where blackberry cheesecake gets ridden over by a row of cement trucks all painted orange with black spots. Bowling sideways doesn't always make Hank pleased with the colour of sock he picked out on the day he turned twenty-three years old. Fortunately, he got over it.

In all honesty these posts give me the joy of stringing words together that do not usually go together. I like string, though I do find it hard to push.

Monday, October 30, 2017

when baking cookies in the dryer lint trap

The city I live in has decided to mechanize the compost retrieval and so it has designated only two dates for leaf bag retrieval during the fall. The first of these was today.

So; this past weekend I raked five bags of leaves.

Previous to that; I used a mulcher to mulch the equivalent of three bags into the compost bin that the mechanized truck lifts robotically. A week from today is another regular pick up, so only mechanized, and then the week after is the second and last extra bag leaf pick up. So, this coming weekend I'll only rake/mulch the amount of leaves that corresponds to my city provided compost bin and then the weekend after I'll be raking the entirety of my front and back lawn.

Hopefully the weather cooperates; raking the leaves on rainy days doesn't work very well as the leaf bags end up getting extremely heavy due to all of the water absorbed by the leaves.

Given impending life changes this may be the last fall I do this.

Time will tell what will happen next.

Fall 2017 Leaf Bag Count: 8 bags.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

When the door knob knocks exactly zero times

Amazingly, I become the winner of two section V1 tickets to see the Als play tomorrow. This was due to being a volunteer at my church's annual bazaar. At a little after 7AM this morning I was there, with three or four others, principally preparing the chili, but later, helping with soup, hotdogs, chips and drinks to sell to the visitors to the bazaar. I also took on most of the dishwashing using the church's recently acquired commercial dishwasher. A parishioner has season's tickets and for whatever reason was unable to attend the game tomorrow, so volunteers at the event were asked if they wanted in, to pay 5$ per chance to win; so I put in 10$ for two chances, and I ended up winning.

I've asked around and there were no takers for someone to go with me; then I asked V-8 and she is now excited to go with me to the game tomorrow. It looks to be a great day as it will be clear and warming up to about 20C. Very unseasonably warm for this time of year. So, good weather to spend the afternoon at an outdoor stadium.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

like a roasted lemon

It is very much unlike the dissuasion of someone; picking away at the edges, counting the minutes as they pass.

Ensuring there is sufficient elbow room, trying harder to make it simpler, easier, briefer; these are the goals.

Throw a bunch of calamities into a blender; mix it with F-sharps and perspective lessons; out will come the spot.

To be thrown off the range is dissimilar from being deranged. Or is it.

Mellifluously screaming from the bottom of her gut; the inebriated unicorn cried foul when she found she was losing the chess match against a thumbtack posing as a third degree burn.

It is just the surface; that thing over there that was scratched.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

when gardening is like a cloud

So, if NAFTA fails; this will mean something to someone.

If my shoelaces comprise all of the lichen that are acutely aware of the next Halloween, all will be put asunder.

The myopically deranged neolithic scientist denied the dingbats the right to vote at the next syncopatic election.

That all people who live in the south-eastern quarter of Des Moines eat Cheerios on Tuesdays whose date numbers are prime numbers, would make jealous the caveats that are used by feline elocutionists.

Don't think twice about something thought should be thought of over night.

Monday, October 09, 2017

when rendering the red

The flagship dirigible sank westwards while the witch, casting a spell on the underlings, would vanquish each moth ball like a kettle fiddles with the drain.

The setting sun, behind the clouds, makes no one notice how photogenic the ceiling would have been had it not been covered with moss. A fledgling photographer, attempting to capture the sunset through the clouds, failed to notice the moss covered ceiling. There is no antidote to not noticing.

A dancing sepulchre, avoiding life like her death depended on it, spent grief like a teenaged canine slobbers over a ketchup stained iguana. Be aware that not all invocations can be compared to weary idiosyncrasies.

Creating a celebration out of fictitious holidays becomes the hobby of those who can't get enough of high frequency socialization. Others have hobbies of building clocks or memorizing the uses of molybdenum. By design, my select list of hobbies includes little to no lint.

If A1 and B1 get added into C1, you might have an inclination as to what software could be in use. If you have no inclination, this would indicate you are level. If you have a strong inclination then you can probably figure out what's going on in D1 and J23. If you still don't have an idea what software this might be.

The ambient quotient suffered as the night light faded into dawn. There is something about brightness that gives light. I should know.

Friday, October 06, 2017

soon enough, or later?

There are ballistical challenges that plague the iron clad neophytes. That lethargy and decisions that are on the side would make elephantine reactions to pervasively idiomatic expressions would lay a layer of derision so plagued with calamity, that the sentients would bow to a blotched canopy of evasiveness. If vision becomes blocked, unblock it.

Thursday, October 05, 2017

behaving like a lamp post

The left most of the highest; let them be.

Send it twice. Do not bark, meow or woof.

Sleep like the lichen. Bake like the oven. Placate like the plaque.

When the disingenuous try to sell you a garment; make sure it fits.

A rose by any other colour is not a number, nor a flavour of wrist watch.

Getting derailed by your own thoughts is a sign you have lost control of your mind. This may not be a bad thing, depending on the situation.

I counted exactly zero albatrosses when I checked the inside of my left sock before I put it on this morning. This is the same count I received when I checked yesterday.

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

when dreams are made of doughnut holes

I have remembered my dreams, the last few mornings.

I can't recall them now; though, I do remember remembering them.

I do not know what has changed to make it so that I have begun to remember them a little more often.

I have not really changed my diet or sleeping habits.

Maybe this is what happens to people when they reach 16,177 days old.