Out of the Blue

You bes about your own. That... is why it's yours. And then as you least expect it something gets added your portly stew. More ammunition. More reason. More confusion. More of what you were hoping for. ...or at least, yes, at least, weren't expecting. Not what you heard? That definitely isn't what I heard. But hey, gold access on your cameo kort isn't really half bad. So what if you cheated to get it. You got it. Right?

 

I hate to be the harbinger of bad news yet to come but... I don't think that's the way it works. Not down here in the works anyway. So forget what might be coming to you. It'll get here before you're ready to wrap it in any case. Even case 0.

I made this.
perfect.

Content

It's all about what you put down. what's inside. Fairly certain about are people these days. On the outside. And I'm thinking to myself... that's nice. Very nice of them. Nice and true. And pleasant. like a pheasant. It not only satisfies the demands... it also satisfies. And for sure when you are shooting poorly and failing miserably it's kind of nice. Of the common sort. So it comes again like it did last year but this time we're ready. There'll be no one to stop us this time.

Jiggity Jig

Come to find, I realized the other day that one's grounds of stompage aren't so much further than just under the hardwood. That is if you're looking down. And through one eye. It makes the field of view smaller and kills your depth perception so you can't tell the difference from the real deal. Which is nice. The real deal is so hard to come by these days. Times are hard. We're recessive. So forget those rubies and put on a nice pair of clogs. They'll get both jobs done faster. Of an un-natural sort. And yet can bet your lunch money on that.
Twice.

Time Will Tell

Things are really not so bad. I've committed no major crimes, had no major successes, dropped no significant putts, shanked no well meaning ball, shot no distant pheasant, ate with no fearsome gnome. You could say it is another day. What is up? What is new with thine self you may be inclined to ask? Well like I was saying... I've finished things, started things, ended things, and given things a try. I've slept a little. I've bought a couple things. I did have a meal or two in there. They were better than some of the other things. I did look around a bit. I've said some things and kept some more things to myself. So... nothing. But I can't really say that everything isn't. Of a sort. Bubble I think. Some one knows. Jones knows some one knows. And the other of the four. Case in point.

Genius in a bottle.

Let It Out

I don't know what you have going on right now but what ever it is... well I guess it might be cool. If so, stick with it. If not? Come join the lemon parade and get some batting practice in. It even tastes good on the inside. BearCat agrees. Besides, it's not like that test of yours is really going to change everything. This, however, may very well possibly could. Like a cabin in your woods or countdowns in your courtyard. But much more like coming home with saucy all over your oncy.

Sometimes It Can't Get Worse

Alright. It could. But it isn't likely. You had some fruit snacks. So they tasted like dirt. They were still fruit snacks. You even got to see some friends. Sure maybe you can only see them and not actually do anything with them but they were there. In the belly of that steel beast. There's even a palm tree. So it happens to look like it's going to die. It hasn't yet. They're even coming again. It may not be ideal but there's no pizza this time, no silence, no white lines, no faking your death. Okay so maybe there wasn't pizza last time either but those other things? Really not there.  Saddle up. Never mind what's coming in a few hours. Just keep on jivin'. You filled your quota anyway. What you don't know might not be up there. What you do know mightn't be either. Here's to not getting your coloreds and whites mixed up. No. Here's to not emptying the contents of an entire pen on that sweet white shirt you just bought. I'm gonna eat some homespun lasagna. I already spent 32 bucks on fresh sole.  These last three minutes are going to be a great day.

Three Years Later

Sometimes these things don't just die off nicely. Like an undamped transient in your transfer function. Positive feedback isn't really what you want in this case. But sometimes your poles are in fact in the right half plane and you know no amount of gain is going to bring your root locus back. But it's raining you say. Yeah. It is. And there're clouds out. Yeah. There are. And apples are still on the trees. Also true. There's thunder too. Don't forget that. I haven't. Fine. Maybe the locus only hits the RHP with too much gain... or not enough...  so in essence what we're dealing with is too much overshoot and possibly a critically damped system. Either way, I'm sure there's a steady state error in there. I'd think about using an integrator but this system saturates far too easily and, as you never really know where you are, wind-up could end up throwing you into a wall. So yes, I have no idea what my phase margin is but by golly Moses at least I know we have crossover.


On the maybe, next year I'll do a spectrum analysis. I could sure use one. Maybe two.

Almost Died

The other day I was attempting to mind the business of mine self alone but found that to be completely improbable. I couldn't just let it go. Sitting around in your mind for that long takes its toll. So instead I decided to jump in, in opposition of merely watching from above. I mean who wants to spectate anyway? I understand that some people think it's just as good but it canty be. you will realize one day that indeed it is not. And of course here comes the 747. Fancy them apples. Still I did had done a good deal more fun than you might think. I'm not sorry at all. Yet thinking it over now...  I realize that I...

No. And I didn't have to think about it. It's truth. Be careful what you light son.

Get Offended

Because chances are I like her better than you. Get in a tithy. You big sithy. You've got a lisp after all. You can't beat this. You can't have this. That's right. So don't even try.

It Could Happen to You

Especially when wet. I prayed for rain. It came. So I went to meet it. You think it be a coincidence. Oh friend you think too much. It couldn't have been better if it was hail. Imagine yourself. Soaked to a bike. Going ever so wetly over the beat. To the beat. Double time. You won't need to bring a drink. Or any crackers. Not even a hunting license. Just a pair of short riders. You'll find all the cabbage you could want. Maybe bring a jacket for style. And if you really want a friend buy one. Just get out there and all your dreams will come true. It happens.

Shoot.

Just because you couldn't do it then doesn't mean you can't do it now. Take chuck for example. Always in a book. Always sending something small. But when push came to shove it didn't go anywhere. No, of a sudden it was left south side near the body centered cubic in the scandinavian section. Löfgren maybe. Maybe not. So again. Nothing happened that time. Neither did your forty third shot. Or even the next twenty nine pulls. So has anything changed? Not so much. At least not in a functional direction. Too much juice? Not enough air? That's usually the way things go after running for a severy miles in the bush. Like trying to get sixteen all by yourself. Likely those assumptions are correct. But sometimes I just have a feeling that all things need a rest. Even your couch. Please your couch. Let tomorrow have a shot at something. Just don't point it at your face while troubleshooting; getting things working just isn't the same. Even if the words are.

The Same Thing Really

I met a farmer the other day that had three head of cattle stuck in a ditch a little down the lane. I myself happened to be on my way toward several meetings of import on the council of relations between sundry nations. The field was open and I thought it not possible that any ditch did in fact run through the area that was in connection with the farmer. Surprisingly he did not try to assure that such was the case. I decided to investigate.

As I left, thinking that maybe I would find a penny or to on the way to ease the thought of missing the council, I walked upon a small bunny. Now as I have many times warned others of furry woodlanders I thought it strange that I should engage the rodent in conversation. I did. and I did. He turned out to be in connection with a party of south trodding equestrians who were without purse or scrip and stood in need of a meal. However, at the time of nearest approach of the cony I found none. So I continued on not wanting to increase the chance of catching a disease or other ailment. On second glance about my person there appeared two upstanding citizens that brought me to the town square of which I sought in my journeyings. Western United and its inhabitants had a peculiar glare that they always passed upon you. There appeared as it were not a cloud in their lonely abode. Nor had one come in over a fifteen year. Locksley they were a band. So I continued south crossing main street twice to avoid those seeking wares. Aware.

I don't seem to remember much after that. Whether I was attacked or abucted I really can't remember nor surmise bu this much I do know. The taste of pizza was bitter in my mouth when I came to. Having tried before and since I can't relate the exact state of space I was in. It's good in a box. With a fox. Trying on some socks. Near the docks. So I decided that I might as well forget what I had already forgotten and get on with life. Life? No. But at least grab myself an sandwich or something. Possibly a nap. For all I know the man had a hard day to. Probably 'cause people keep sticking it to him. So early? Late? It's like those dang notes. You decide. Or you.

Note to Self

6/25/09

Yes. There is something wrong. I've been wanting some lawn ornaments for the past little while. I was thinking a man drop kicking a badger. In bronze. Bronze is pretty cool stuff. It's the jazz you really need to dip your favorite things in. From shoes and legos to scoops and prize pennies. It's better than... a lot of stuff. So now you might be wondering why all this has surfaced now? Well, it's hotter than a chimp outside. I just try to remind myself that it's winter somewhere right now. Isn't that pleasant? Now I know that Big Time is thinking no, but maybe that's just because she's got a kid on the way.