and the rain...how it comes. what the heck is this? if i didn't know better, i'd
say there was a conspiracy to keep me on this 'putre! Well, never=mind. The car vroomed in the morning and took me to werk, which wasn't hard becos the Rain came down in buckets around three.
The green=ghost got a good warshing but she balked at the prospect of taking me home--what a
Woman! So i took my Gilligan=hat and waited for the double-you [it's a bus that sounds like a Warren Zevon song] in the drizzle. Tomorro or the next day i will haf to rescue the ghost for more driving. She's lovely to go when she vrooms up and a pain when she balks--at least the mirror is attached!
Oh yeh! Secrets of the known universe, as promised. Always use Fels=Naphtha soap after yard=werk even 'tho you still get the Poison=Ivy. When in doubt, choose the colour Blue: it goes with everything. Also--use Mathematics and the English language sparingly...apparently no=one in the third or second werld trusts anyone who can talk about fractions in a condescending Saxon accent. There's more, but i have to save something for my TV show.
[billions and billions of galaxies...and we are made of star=stuff -Carl Sagan]
Quod Erat Demonstrandum
a damp yet hopeful slacker signs off