hi.
still in the u.k. i’m in this hotel with a bed suspended from the ceiling which looks terrific and is very fancy and contemporary, but whenever anyone walks on the floor above mine the bed bounces and vibrates.
i guess the designers reach was longer than their grasp.
or vice versa. i always get that wrong.
like ‘its a dog eat dog world’ or vice versa.
do dogs eat each other? i think not. they bite each other. but i don’t imagine that they actually eat each other. some sort of canine-code prevents them from doing so.
can anyone think of a number (apart from 36) where multiplying the two integers in the number yield the number divided by two(i.e-18), and where adding the two integers yield the same number as when the two integers of its half are added(i.e-3+6=9, 1+8=9)together?
i’ve quite possibly used the word ‘integer’ incorrectly in the last sentences.
it’s been a long while since i’ve taken a math class. 18 years to be exact.
ha ha. the plot thickens. i’m just one big numerological conundrum. an enigma wrapped in a riddle. i believe that i’m quoting austin powers there.
i actually spoke to mike meyers and it was all i could do to not yell out ‘the piper is dooon!’ if you’ve seen ‘honey i married an axe murderer’ you know of what i speak.
the scottish-pipes versions of ‘do ya think i’m sexy’ is outstanding.
time to go take a trendy bath in my trendy bathtub made out of trendy steel.
i’m not mocking. i like it. at least the bathtub doesn’t bounce.
don’t get me wrong. this room is lovely. giant windows overlooking a park.
cool staircase. i just wish the fucking bed didn’t bounce at 8 a.m.
have a nice day.
i hope that moby.com is up and running.
if you’re reading this then i’ll assume that it is. up and running.
-moby