Recently I have received instructions from The Adept Zondor, King of the Dwarf People of Mnomomopolous, advising me to safeguard my psychic powers. I must admit, my psychic powers have mysteriously been on the wane lately. The Adept Zondor told me of a conspiracy by unknown paranormal Cosmic entities are determined to suck up all the paranormal energy in the universe to increase their own metaphysical powers.
Actually, I did have a premonition about this situation. It wa
It seems from this that all lucky numbers are odd numbers, which I suppose is logical, as luck is an odd concept. Plus, anything that survives in this world must be lucky.
As to The numbers that didn't survive, evidently it's their own fault for being lazy no good slackers.
Definition: To build the lucky number sequence, start with natural numbers. Delete every second number, leaving 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 21, ... . The second number remaining is 3, so delete ev
InterGalacticNews: Today the Zarvorians have barred the Galian Slime Eel species from entering their Sovereignty. President Slovigard stated, “We have enough slime on our planet already. Their religion rejects our God, The Divine Ogilvy, Who every civilized being knows is the only True God of the Universe. And besides, these creatures scare little children with their outlandish dress and appalling eating habits.”
Odd this comes just as Trump’s immigration ban is ordered. There are some s
Our friends from the Galaxy in general, Zarkor and Zerak, have been celebrating Christmas, an obscure Earth holiday.
Zarkor especially is interested in our obscure galactic species. Of course, he considers us an inferior species, as he considers all life-forms except his own as inferior. I think he is only insecure in this sense, having been born a poor orphan. He means well.
Thing is, he got to liking Earth punk music on a random fly-by looking for an adventure. This
Oh Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life to the world
I come to you as one of your many children.
I am small and weak
I need your strength and your wisdom.
May I walk in beauty.
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things that you have made
And my ears flock to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you have ta
I’ve been considering writing another story. Thing is, I haven’t finished two stories I started months ago. I just haven’t felt like writing, been doing other things lately, plus, my mind hasn’t been in the right place. This means my brain hasn’t been wanting to function as a creative writer.
The brain’s been needing some time off for a while. I can tell when my brain feels overworked and wants to shut down. I can tell this because it just shuts down one day all by itself and refuses to
I thought I'd put another one of these short Z&Z Adventures here again, since nobody views them on Youtube (I can't imagine why not). Well, almost nobody views there here, either. But anyway... Zarkor and Zerak are in their den in their Lightship having a little conversation, Zarkor reminiscing about past events...
Well, my Space Alien pals, Zarkor and Zerak, are at it again, they’ve been talked into making an infomercial by Uncle Zebon. Now, Uncle Zebon is basically a well-meaning life-form, except for his penchant for various dubious enterprises he’s usually promoting around the Galaxy.
When asked his legitimate means of support, Uncle Zebon will reply he’s in the import-export business. We all know what that means. At any rate, here’s a video of his infamous Informercial with poor Zarkor and Ze
More Random Stupid Stuff
Firstly, I'd like to say that you can skip the first several paragraphs below if you want to. They're not too interesting. I didn't get very enthusiastic about writing this entry until about then. Then I started to have some pretty good ideas. I even put a star (*) next to the part where it gets interesting. Interesting to me, anyway.
Also, I hope all this that follows isn't too long. Once I start writing I usually don't know when to stop. If you scroll down and think
I haven’t blogged here for a while, (except for The Subconscious Mind thing) if anyone’s noticed or cared. This is mainly because I’ve been resting my brain, fragile thing that it is. I know very well the signs of impending implosion, so I always stop before its too late. Too late doesn’t mean exactly becoming catatonic, but I just have to relax and not think too much.
I have to rest because I don’t’ want to reach the point of no return. I’ve almost reached the dreaded point of no return severa
I must first say that this is not a serious dissertation. Serious dissertations put people off. No one wants to read anything that's too serious. Especially if the writer goes into minute details. Only obsessive people like reading minute details about some subject. I'm not obsessive about anything, so I always leave the minute details out. I figure that way the reader has room to use his/her own imagination about stuff I leave out, or if the reader is obsessive, he/she can put in their own minu
I haven't commented about anything in a long time so I thought I'd post this Commentary. It's just more rubbish from me, of course, but I hope it's also entertaining to read. I also think there is some truth in it, maybe an uncomfortable truth, though saying something has some truth in it usually puts people off. I mean, who wants to hear the truth? Nobody.
God, Ethical Behavior and Friends
Now we all know that God doesn’t like us very much. This has been proven to me many times in my life, an
So I’ve been re-writing my fiction and putting them in my other two Blogs, for what they're worth. Nobody comments on Blogs here, not even me usually, though I do read them. Maybe not having comments is a good thing, as if someone did comment on my stuff, well…
I think Blogs are mostly read by Guests around here, which is great, and whoever reads my rubbish, I appreciate the views I get. See, Guests can’t comment. The other thing is, probably any Members who do read my junk probably come here a
To my dear little kitten who died this morning. I had every hope for her, as she ate yesterday evening, drank some milk and crawled up onto my lap to sleep for a while before I went to bed. She seemed to be getting better, but alas, she passed too soon into a better kitty-land where she is now healthy and happy, playing with her new friends and perhaps remembering me with some affection.
It comforts me some that one day her mama, who she loved as all children love their mothers, will join her,
Delusions and the Next Thing
I said somewhere in the past that I think the less I write here the more popular my blog would be. The logic being, people would have less of my rubbish to read, so that would encourage them to come here more often. I think I've been proven right in this. I haven't written anything for a while, and my views have gone up, up and up.
This is rather satisfying for me. Not that my happiness depends on the number of views I get here, but that it shows I was right. I li
The British mathematician G.H. Hardy went to a hospital to visit the Indian mathematician Srinivasa Ramanujan: Hardy reported, “I had ridden in taxi cab number 1729, and remarked that the number seemed to me rather a dull one." "No," Ramanujan replied, "it is a very interesting number; it is the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways."
Other properties of 1729:
1729 is also the third Carmichael number and the first absolute Euler pseudoprime. It is also a s
Dreams and Proper Behavior
Last night I had a dream of cats using unusual transportation devices. I can't quite remember what these devices were, though. Of course, we all know that in our waking reality cats generally use small bicycles to get around. That's not news or worth dreaming about. If I dreamed about cats bicycling down the sidewalk in front of my house, as they usually do, that dream would disappoint me. Who wants to dream about the ordinary? Nobody. Because ordinary is not interes
This blog entry may seem somewhat disjointed, but I'm tired of trying to smooth it out as best I can, so I'll just leave it as it is. It's kind of long, too, but I think it's relevant in its own way, so I haven't cut anything out to make it shorter.
PSI and PTIO
I think most people follow the Philosophy of Self-Importance (PSI). You may or may not have heard of this Philosophy, but you most likely have witnessed its results.
The major aspect of this Philosophy is that whatever someone is doin
Complications, Entropy, Perspective, Nice Views, Ornaments and Reliefs
I was thinking of what kinds of pictures people have hanging on their walls, if any. I think most people have pretty pictures on their walls, and not much great art. Great art is too hard to look at, I think.
It's a lot easier on the eye to look at something simple, like a pretty picture. Some artistic masterpieces are too difficult to understand. If there's some Van Gogh or Picasso or something hanging on some wall, it wil
Fate and Uncertainty
(This is a really long entry, and I apologize for this, but it's what I wrote and I can't help it. I'd like to write really short entries that pack a punch, but feel that would be short changing anyone who reads this stuff, in a way. I like short blog entries myself, and if I came across a really long one like this, in all honesty I'd just skip it. I'm too old so I don't have much time left anyway on stupid stuff. This paragraph is way too long in itself, by the way, so if
Trying To Write Something Boring
I going to try and write something really boring in this entry. Or write about something boring. I'm not sure which.
I originally though about writing about how I don't like cheese. But now I've decided, after considerable thought, not to write about how I don't like cheese. That would be too interesting.
Then I thought about writing about standing somewhere and staring at concrete for an hour. That sounds boring, but after say thirty minutes it could actually
I Write Something Positive About People
Since I've been kind of negative about we human beings lately, I thought I'd say something positive about us here. There are a lot of good things to say about people. I could say a lot of good things about myself, for example. I'm kind to animals, for one thing. I have some cats that I'm real nice to. I feed them and pet them, I take them to the vet when they're sick. I talk to them and even made a place where they can go outside and come back in again a
My Brain and Me
I do have a brain, but I’m not sure of what use it has been so far. I think it’s not been a very successful brain and I kind of feel sorry for it. It’s up here working away, but I’m somewhat disappointed at the results. It hasn’t made me rich, it hasn’t created anything exceptional, and it’s sometimes confused as to what action it should take next, and it hasn’t helped me much sorting out relationships with other brains.
It has its likes, but most of those that it enjoys are us
Well, I’m changing my blog system. Instead of one blog with everything helter-skelter piled up everywhere in it, I will now have three blogs. One for stories, one for Zarkor and Zerak stories and one for general commentary. (My old blog will disappear.)
This general commentary blog will eventually be full of stuff – as will the others - mostly useless rubbish I admit – but that’s mostly what I have to offer.
I only have one entry here so far, I’m still going over the others, but they’ll be