Aprils Anticipated Arrival of a (alphabet Associated), ACME ATOMIC ANT ANTHROPOMORPHIC ARMAGEDDON ANDROID

10 years ago this was my first-ish A to Z. A time when I wrote a diary in a rather distinctive style as the eccentric child of cyberspace . . . . . I say first-ish because I did a practice run in March 2012 so I sort of did it twice.

A little Mad but then doing the A to Z can drive a chap mad.

So to the Letter A

An AUTOMATED ALUMINIUM AND ANTIMONY ARTICULATED ARMOUR plated ALBINO ARANEOMORPHAE (SPIDER SORT OF THING) ANDROID eating AUNTIE’S ARMCHAIR during breakfast was ALTOGETHER AVANT-GARDE. Dad ASSEMBLED it from AN ACME ATOMIC ANT ANTHROPOMORPHIC ARMAGEDDON ANDROID self ASSEMBLY kit AND modified it A bit to improve the AESTHETICS.  Being ANTHROPOMORPHIC it had eaten Coco pops AND cream first plus Toast AND ANCHOVIES, ALTHOUGH mum was ANNOYED that it ATE the plates too, but is saves on washing up. AND it read the newspaper, showing some interest in stories on the ABYSSINIAN AIRFORCE, APHIDS in the ALPS AND ALIENS.     

Dad thinks its eaten AN ANTELOPE, AARDVARK AND AN ARMADILLO ALSO….. Well AWESOME, APPARENTLY it uses ANALOGUE Logic AND ASCII to ANALYSE the ATMOSPHERE AND it’s surroundings.

Me AND the dog took ARNOLD AS we have called it (him?) for A walk but it ran AMOK AND ATE the ANTIQUE dealer AND his AIREDALE; the dog and I never liked the AIREDALE it was ALWAYS a bit ALOOF. But we think ARNOLD is AN ANARCHIST.

AT home later mum was reading the instruction manual for the ACME ATOMIC ANT ANTHROPOMORPHIC ARMAGEDDON ANDROID self ASSEMBLY kit AND it didn’t say   ANTHROPOMORPHIC it said ANTHROPOPHAGOUS, so sort of likes human flesh AND APPLE pie (A bit). The Dog has gone “PHEW not dog then”, but mum has insisted ARNOLD the ANDROID ANARCHIST is locked in the ATTIC until we find A large enough AQUARIUM to keep him in. Mum has ALSO told dad that he should take up ALCHEMY next time we get involved in the letter A. 

The infinite space of cyberspace .... And the "A to Z Challenge 2012" a Pre-Amble

I assume that cyberspace is infinite. The dog insists that it is not because it does have a finite capacity but I am not sure he is right. I have tried to see the other side but I couldn’t even with a huge telescope. The dog says I am thinking about it all wrong, and instead of thinking of it as space I need to think of it (cyberspace that is) as a sushi restaurant. Where all the little dishes go round and round and you pull off what you want, so I think the dog is saying that it is like the ancient concept of the universe and it all revolves around me. 

  

Well that’s WELL COOL because I have always been told that if you think of the smallest thing you can think of and then crushed it really really tiny and threw it in the sea, then blind folded a man three weeks later and put him in another part of the world and told him to find the thing you crushed. The chances are he might not. And that tiny crunched object represents the total (that’s everything) of mankind’s achievements in the universe so far. I think some of these megalomaniacal power mad leaders need to remember they are but nothing in the great master plan and an afterlife in the cellar of Napoleon Beelzebub getting sunburnt (sorry burnt) is not worth it.

Anyway cyberspace is different and the dog has explained that quite clearly it revolves around me, it is ironic really because I had salmon for tea too.

At this point I suspect you are wondering what is Rob talking about and so am I, because I did have a point but I got entirely distracted by a tiny tiny crushed item in the sea (mankind); so I will now get to my point. What I was going to say is that I have more than one portal to cyberspace and many of you will be unaware that I have entered a thing called “The A to Z Challenge 2012”  where during April  the idea is to blog based on a letter from the Alphabet each day starting at A and ending at Z. The result of this is my diary might look a bit strange I will give an example below of what might happen on April the 1^st. But it is all part of a competition in which I am a tiny tiny crushed item thrown into the sea

AAAAAAAAAAugghgghgggggghGHHHHHHH ….. Day one

My pet Aardvark Alpha bit Auntie Karen’s Angora Alpine horn case thinking it was a Armadillo. Its mums fault she threw the armadillo toaster at Alpha assuming it was assaulting her angel cake. It was a good angel cake and we all ate it up rather abruptly even the crumbs thrown out for the birds were swiftly consumed by a passing albatross or was it an alpine tern, As it appened Auntie Karen was amused and asked Alpha the Aardvark for an autograph and he was happy to ablige and everyone applauded and said ……. AH




Karen Gomm I assume that you are seeing if I am paying attention to your attention seeking comments and bad spelling! Well you have your answer now Rob!




WELL COOL Auntie Karen welcome to the blog