I Choose Both

I do say my  dear little one... if you were sitting at a booth just to the west of some airline fandango would you choose to skip right or skip left. If right then by all means continue on I pray thee. If not, however, which I am likely assured to be the case, then do say when and how long squoze has been a word. Say on for I have not the time, the talent, nor the where to with to seek another answer from another source. And if, saying it chances your oncy, whole is to hole as mol is to mole then why the lengthening. Why add more to our eight hundred thousand strong. Gilead and his three hundred once sufficed. Yet still we've nothing of import to report. So pick your battles. They'll both end up married any way.

Debatable

I be glad I went. Nothing but good times had by all the chitlins. Please remain seated.  The next available doctor will be right with you. How do I say this?... my shoes are falling apart, my socks are soaked, I've not eaten today, my joints aren't joining, there're still another three hours before night games and well I sort of finished my homework and the last of an egg salad platter. Building H is still up and the north field is still covered from the last time. I'll bring you back something nice. Alas right now I gotta jet. So, quick, son, give me your ear and I'll let you in on a little secret. There's nothing better.

Don't Shoot Your Brother

They've been telling you for years. You can't seem to stop yourself. You can't seem to want to. Then one smashing day you wake up late to something that says not today Chuck. But I'm not a kid, I'm thirty five. Yesm and it's your time. But I don't want ye crayfish. No?   No.

And so it precipitates. Endingly, you realize that you bag that bird and eventually you'll find that an elephant has busted down through your basement. You'd think on the inside the lodge could hold. Yet everyone passing on the outside who has a mind to look, and some do, know that you've got more than problems with your fire marshal. So birds? crayfish? squirrels? Leave the small critters be.

There's a First for Everything These Days

The first man on the moon. The first lady. The first lady's first man. The first drink of a bottle of scotch. The first amendment. The first round of golf. The first time you tasted kellogg's corn flakes again. The first planet. The first digit in the number fifty. Or forty seven. The first second place. First contact.  First person. First grade. First base. The first object in an empty set. 

Oh wait...    I guess there isn't one of those.

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.