Christmas Rhapsody

Nicely done

Not Unleded

Nice little performance of Stairway to Heaven by the Beattnix

Tips and Accusations

The Stone Frog, having evited the chance to speak, rendered himself mute. Forever! Glass tadpoles caper and prance in relief, as Baron Rumfilled flees across the pond.

That is all.

Upon Reflection

Today has been Good, let me count the ways:

The stone frog spoke. While his comments were not, in fact, retarded the community was left scratching its head and questioning its previous fear of the terror that he had threatened to unleash. This is as if an elephant roared of her impending birth, only to squeeze out a mouse.

Space! We have Space!

Discussions with engineers, explanations of my comments, explanations of the deficiencies of my comments, and a momentary relief of the insane level of pressure at an engineering lab, these factors combined to unleash a frenzied bout of creativity. The end result is a sketch that captures the important ideas; contrary to my usual practice, when presenting I do not preface my remarks with the comment "this graphic is far simpler than it appears." In fact, the system lives in an irreducible space of seven dimensions, and the effective solution will require a bit more thought.

This advance is as if a mouse sat quietly, and gave birth to an elephant. If I may say so, it's a bit like the conservation of lithuanians in SP C.

I love this state of affairs: the answer is close, so close that I can taste it, and confidence is high that a reasonable bit of effort will clear up the grungy details.

The next anecdote is rather hard to tell, so let me remark upon the zest:

A friend revealed the design parameters of our next generation product; I was excited because those parameters were ideal for implementing some ideas that I am proposing; he was then excited because he had been lying: the numbers were not design parameters so much as a wish list.

Inadvertently, merely following the logic of my own research, I had already solved all of his outstanding problems.

How often does that happen?

The solution will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Republicans... Feck!

Rudy!