Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Awright, ya wanna hear how today sucked?
1) I woke up from a nightmare in which I had bought a plane ticket to Croquet that I couldn't pay for, but before I could see anyone or have any fun, this evil Ben Closs-like mean jock Johnny started chasing me around with a machete, trying to kill me. I barely escaped.
2) I made a fool outta myself in math class
3) I get an email from Bigfork saying they can't find a drummer or a clarinettist or a trombonist, and I doubt that they want *me* sitting in the pit by myself, so I might be out of a job this summer
4) My first practica whined and moaned and threatened to bring the wrath of their seminar tutor down on me if I didn't let them out to listen to the Wednesday afternoon lecture -- 2nd week in a row!
5) I had to cancel my second practica to go to the housing lottery.
6) I waited there for an hour, until they ran out of rooms. None left for me.
7) Someone sharked all the real milk and a carton and a half of soymilk out of the refrigerator, so we had to have water and cookies for Storytellers.
8) Something that doesn't bear mentioning, but irks me fiercely anyway.
9) A guy on the Opera Punks list insulted Boris Christoff
10) My room's still dirty, and I don't want to read Adam Smith.
{sigh}
Water Polo was lovely, anyway...
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03:37:43 AM,Thursday 26 April 2001
"In every Magnet the total quantity of Magnetism (reckoned algebraically) is zero." Because new poles are formed every time a magnet is divided, it is assumed magnetic lines of force, unlike electrical lines of force, do not terminate but form closed loops. Therefore the magnetic flux over an enclosed space is always zero, that is, each flux line that enters an enclosed space must also leave it, or put another way, there are no sources or sinks for magnetic lines of force...
or to put it another way...
OUT POPPED AN EMU!!!
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03:24:02 AM,Thursday 26 April 2001
C'est de la tête aux pieds un homme tout mystère,
Qui vous jette en passant un coup d'œil égaré,
Et, sans aucune affaire, est toujours affairé.
Tout ce qu'il vous débite en grimaces abonde;
À force de façons, il assomme le monde;
Sans cesse il a, tout bas, pour rompre l'entretien,
Un secret à vous dire, et ce secret n'est rien;
De la moindre vétille il fait une merveille,
Et jusques au bonjour, il dit tout à l'oreille.
Timante? He is, from head to toe, the Man of Many Mysteries;
He'll catch your eye -- and yank it -- 'till you come to hear his Histories.
But though he has no business, he's the busiest man around
All told with faces better seen upon a basset hound
By sheerest force of foppishness, he bores the whole damn world
He'll whisper a conspiracy, but once his tongue's unfurled,
The secret's not a secret -- it's a Nothing! now you'll hear
The piddliest fluff kicked up into a fuss to last a year
And up including "hi there," he'll be hissing in your ear.
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02:48:17 AM,Thursday 26 April 2001
I really wouldn't mind. Seriously.
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01:23:50 AM,Thursday 26 April 2001
I got all sorts of crazy thoughts and secrets that I wouldn't put on my bloglet in a million million years... but I wonder if they come out, anyway. Hm. Awright, chaps, if you can find the week I was most screwed up and miserable and overwhelmed and cataclysmically unhappy of my bloglets -- to make it fair, I'll tell you that it was an aftershock of an unblogletted original cataclysm, and that it occured after I moved to m14m.net -- email me to guess, and I'll give you a prize if you're right. I'm curious whether... hm.
(Oh, p.s., this contest not open to relatives or employees of Mirabai Knight, Inc. This means you, mater.)
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08:59:12 PM,Tuesday 24 April 2001
Yeah! Yeah! Sweet! I want one!!!
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05:57:07 PM,Tuesday 24 April 2001
Could this be my grandfather? I've never heard of William being spelled by that, but two other passengers, Eugenio and Enrico, left from Naples on the same day; they were both little boys, though. What do you think, daddy, is it him?
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