Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tears Of A Petuna

Dearest Diary, today I picked a little petunia.
She had cried for lack of company.
I placed her in a pumpkin patch,
But her constant chatter,
Drove the pumkins round the bend!

Now they cry for lack of sleep.

(Sigh)

Sometimes there’s just no pleasing Mother Nature!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

days of yore part one

I want to break from this jibber jabber for a short time and tell you a bit more about my own dimension. Describing another dimension to someone who knows only what pertains to his/her own dimension can prove tricky at the best of times. How, for example would you describe the colour green to someone who cannot see colour?

Suffice to say the dimension from which I originated differs from your one, yet there are certain elements that transcend both dimensions. So basically we are the very much alike, except for the differences.

One of the elements we share is a passion for telling stories. Ours is a society (for want of a better word) that thrives on the fables and legends of generations past. I have already obtained a copy of "Tales Of A Thousand and One Nights" to take back to my dimension when my mission here has ended, I'm sure it will be well received once the computers have finished translating it.

I am at present scanning the on board computer for a suitable legend from the story tellers of my own dimension. I’ll get back to you soon.

Monday, October 5, 2009

off the radar

"Good news!" as Professor Farnsworth (Futurama ) would say.

I cracked the code mentioned in my previous post concerning the blunder of the geese. From what I believe it was one of those misunderstandings. You'd probably know it better as the opening lyrics from a band called Iron Maiden

"Woe to you oh Earth and sea
For the Devil sends his beast with wroth
For he knows the time is short,
Let him with understanding reckon the number of the beast,
For it is a human number.
Its number is six hundred and sixty six"

After there comes all sorts of screaming and chaos.

I guess it is all a matter of taste. Something resembling an Ageni Spugi Lullaby or even wallpaper music you'd hear at one of their Migraine Headache departments.