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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (51007)	5/23/2000 6:24:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I was upstairs? And I remembered numbers, for some reason. And then ~ no ~ it was girls I remembered. And THEN, I remembered numbers. Oh yah ~ I need think up a name for my spouse. To use. Here. (Not in real life.) Then I thought, well ask the people on rambi to keep their eyes open ~ they know her, after all ~ and that to complete the project and cement interest, I could offer sexual favors, from me, for a bonus. Incentive. This is a thing to do, in Responsible Mode. So then I thought about girls, and boy I would like one of them, anyone, to win; and I thought then about numbers, and remembered a girl 5,10,15 ~ and I thought what happened to her? Wasn't she just around? (This is all true; like duh. This is the actual glimpse into the mind.) I walked thru the closet and looked out the window and IT HIT ME! Wow! Connection! SHE'S A POST NUMBER!!! I thought, crap, you're never going to get posts. I knew that, because this remembering thing, way too late, is all I remember, over and over. The only difference was this time, I thought ahead to a number. Unique twist. Should/could affect the whole process, like a broken arm. But not really. Doesn't affect it at all. There IS no process. Forgetting is not something you "DO." I'm going to stand by that postulate. Maxim. Whatever. I forget. A really stong thing, in mathematics. So, I thought, that smartass Lather has already been down here and got that post while I was away. Or asleep; same thing. And I actually got a little angry at myself, while I was descending the stairs. Not at Lather; you can't blame the termite. Then I got down here, luckily intact, and that post is still years away. Crap. This grubbing takes way too much. It's for Strange people. A person, a reasonable person, could be doing something else. Well; off to the mechanic's. Really. Norton thinks it's a plug. Rrrrrright.