Found Object

it's not 10-17

Once I found a note that said, "Congratulations on completing your elocution lessons." Not too mysterious. Then, I found a log-book from a radio operator that went up to December 7th when Pearl Harbor got bombed, and the log-book said there was a lot of radio silence for a while after that. Also, I found a really old book in Italian on wine-making. But that thing does sort of make you wonder about Joe Valentine. Also, about who he's not so well-known as.

I found a piece of paper on a beach once, that simply said "You have won!" It was written in pen, on lined paper, sun-washed. I still wonder just what it is I had won that day. Occasionally, it makes me slightly sad.

i would collect abandoned shopping lists

I found a pair of glasses. I put them on and I could see perfectly.

I realized that I had found my own glasses, and that I had found them in my own house.

i found something.. in my belly button.

Posthumous, did the spontaneous revelation of hitherto-unsuspected facts cause you suddenly to go mad with the unwanted burden of knowledge? Are you writing us from the asylum?

Because that would be great.

Well, the e-mail address explains a lot. All of those Linux guys are always looking for a new kernel.

So did anyone email him?

He sounds too paranoid already; if people e-mail him, his head might explode!

If you've seen even one issue of zirealism, it's obvious that Posthumous is insane.

I'd say that posthumous is perceptive and insightful, whereas those who don't appreciate him are obtuse.

Well everyone who likes him are ACUTE.

why thankeww! ah hain't been a-called acute in yaars...

Me, I'm not acute; I'm chronic.

That means that Annna is a perfect ninety degrees.

Going out on a limb here, but I'd say Annna's probably measured in radians.

Flatland comes to mind, where people had angles, the more angles the better.

What should we say?

Disregard the stalker unless they seem that they're going to go real-time, and that we have the ultimate Linux kernel?

ask him if he's related to Joe Christmas...

I am writing from the asylum of my own mind

whatever happened to knifekitten?

was a fad, my man. We've all worked hard, but it shows: we're past Knifekitten now. This is much more interesting anyhow.

In college I put sign on my dorm-room door that said "This is the place." It made for some interesting drop-ins.

knifekitten's just hiding... he'll be back... you'll see!