Wednesday 5 June 2013

The Micro God of Beaches, ropes and locks

It has been a funny old day, the weather here was very overcast and sort of OK but not like yesterday or tomorrow (I have kicked the weather machines side panel) hot and sunny, and my day has sort of ticked along with the usual quantum physics and woodwork plus the rather more useful lesson of locksmithing,  and the skills of unlocking locks that prefer to remain locked. Of course this is a huge area of expertise because not only does it include the humble padlock but of course there are many unseen mathematical locks, things that appear to be physically locked to something by forces unknown.  

For example Miss I and Mr S have told me that they were unable to collect a huge rope from the beach because if was locked to the beach by fate and the Micro God of Beaches, and apparently it was also very heavy.



But using the great skills of Locksmithing it would be possible to untangle the forces that held the huge rope to the beach and transport it many miles to me, where I would look with wonder upon the huge rope while the massed masses looking would say WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT . . . . . . . . . And I would reply AH?

People do things like this all the time when folk stumble on artefacts of wonder which are of no practical use what so ever, they ask but what do you intend to do with it. But you see this is what makes us humans what we are, the ability to appreciate the great possibilities of completely useless items. Would my diary exist if it was an item of pure functionality with no need for the frivolity of imagination and unpractical reams of gobbledegook, you see my diary is just like this huge monster rope (Note Mr S’s shoes by the rope) of no practical use and frayed at the end. Well when I say of no practical use I lie as it is my long term memory,  well when I say long term I mean more that three days ago.

Farwell rope I hope the world treats you fairly and does not just string you along . . . . . . . . . .HAHAHAHHAH hahah ah ah haah hahha hah ah hahahhahah hahahah hahahahhah ahhah ahahhahahahaha


it’s a joke but Knot a good one  HaAHAHAHAH ah hah ah ah ah ha hah ah hah ah ah ha hah ah ha hah ah ah ah ahha a   



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11 comments:

  1. I am a FRAYED those rope gags were just awful Rob. hahahahahahahahaha

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    1. I know but coming from a man who saw a magic tractor turn into a field all I can say is, pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle pot kettle.

      if there are parts of the world reading this that don't have a pot kettle saying I will look mad.

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  2. Glad you still got your wit........string you along indeed.

    Yvonne.

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    1. I have to thank Miss I for this post really as I had written the first paragraph and was pondering what to say next, when she put the photo up on facebook and it allowed me to continue. Sometimes these Micro Gods work rather well.

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  3. This reminds me that I should recycle my bicycle and start a fresh cycle of buying a bicycle. Its just that its green colored and I have had it for a veRy long rhyme. Almost seeing the word 'thyme' there reminded me that I am almost out of oregano. I buy the freeze dried kind. Just to irritate my oregano I keep it in the refrigerator right neXt to the freezer. That freeze dried oregano is probably thinking, oh, I wanna be back in the freezer, it would be so much like going home. And that is just a tiny bit sad, knowing I could be that mean to my oregano without ever reaLLy knowing for sure if my oregano actuaLLy feels that way, after aLL the good that oregano has done for my soups.

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    1. It was a rather productive day, I did a three dimensional array in Java.

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    2. Hello Mr ESB I hope you are well.... Krakatoa East of Java is one dimension, OK direction but I think it could be both, which just leaves the other two.

      I got my Oregano and Orinoco mixed up so listened to

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozWDPUsJM6Y

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  4. Very poignant. A world without your eccentric diary and without frivolity would be a much sadder world indeed. Practical function doesn't account for everything.

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    1. True words Mr Addman and I am always pleased to see you do your bit back on your own Blog, as they said on that cult TV show many years ago

      "I am not a person I am a number . . . . . . NO hang on, can I phone a friend"

      Words by which I live to this day.

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  5. I am still asking why that man jumped however far he jumped...i mean, to what end? everyone was all 'oooooo' and I was like 'huh?!' anyway, im confused.

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    1. Indeed Miss Kate but he jumped because it was there, much like mountains.

      I am assuming you mean the man off the balloon rather than Bob Beamon who jumped a long way sideways (much harder to do than straight down).

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