. . . being a conversation sliced in half . . .
It's my standard nonsense, which means: Superb!
Speaking of earthquakes, we had one last Friday.
You sort of hear them in the distance: like a wind blowing through the trees, a truck passing on the highway... or artillery, which we also have in these parts. And then everything shakes.
It's sort of fun, actually.
Breaks up the day.
Are you calling me weird?
Nor as I personally like to think of myself, as eccentric?
But simply weird?
Well, that is, for lack of a better word, sort of weird...
I used to like Tweety Bird a whole heck of a lot. I guess I must have liked the way he antagonized Sylvester. But these days I'm more partial to the Tasmanian Devil.
Some things are best left unanswered.
Like the capitol of Bolivia.
Figure that one out and who knows where it might lead.
If you ask me, it sounds like something you'd catch from drinking stagnant pond water.
And yes, I do believe you did... just ask me.
I do believe you would like Crystal Harmonics.
My fingers would get tired from all the typing trying to explain, but suffice to say, it would take plenty of those big wordies, too. And though I'm sure I'd be selling the philosophy short, I believe the gist of it all is that within Bowling the secrets of the universe are therewith contained and explained.
How many bowling pins?
How many triangles do they form?
Coincidence? I think, NOT!
The whole is, indeed, greater than the sum of its parts.
Fun with Numbers
Somebody did but forget to check their math!
25^3 = 15
625 x 6 = 93
750 + 20 = 93
770 / 2 = 46
885 + 26 = 46,911
So, way off!
Oh? Wait a second.
3 x 6
I guess maybe you're right at that.
No! Wait! That still isn't correct!
Not nearly enough "!!" in the answer, I'd say.
The proper way to go about solving this is:
(2 to the 4) (3 to the 2) 5
Or as I like to say:
Which, of course, goes a long way towards explaining why the Seven Ten Split is so revered in bowling circles.
PDQ: Pretty Darn Quick
Yeah, that was like the only abbreviation we had when I was a kid.
Might I compliment you on your laugh.
You have a fine future as an evil genius ahead of you.
I was thinking about wearing my beaten-up old-straw hat: the one that when I'm wearing it, folks tend to call me Jed Clampett ala The Beverly Hillbillies. But opted for a vintage 'Ike' jacket instead, and pretended I was an officer on leave during WWII.
I'd send you pictures, but I don't think cameras were invented yet back then. Besides, it's all Top Secret, Hush Hush, on a need to know only basis.
Nothing is ever equal.
Nothing is ever the same.
Nothing is ever as it seems.
Or maybe we should just shorten that to nothing is... and leave it at that.
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