Blog post # 194:
(194 = 2*97.)
(Sorry about the pretentious blog-title.)
Algorithmic Eclipse
Perfumed Fire
Formulae Of Shadows
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Anagrams:
Thoughtful Arts
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A Truthful Ghost
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Thoughts = Hot Thugs
(This one is for the OCDers out there.)
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The Very Meaning
=
Everything, Amen
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Stupid jokes!
(Some of these I may have heard before.)
How do they know the moon is made of green cheese?...
Because of its cre-SCENT!...
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Why are hermaphrodites smarter than the rest of us?...
Because they are andro-GENIUS!...
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What kind of animal doctor only treats white-skinned pets?...
The veterin-Aryan!...
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What is in baby brains?
New-rons!...
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Why was the philosopher thrown in the mental hospital?...
He was considering suicide! (among other topics)
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Okay, enough of that crap. Let's have some poll results!
Question:
Which number should finish this number poem?
"1 - 3 - 5 - 2 - 4 - 6 - 12 - 1 - 2 - 3 -..."
There were 7 votes total.
The winner, 6, received 3 votes. (One of those votes was mine.)
A close second was 7, with 2 votes.
0 and 4 each received 1 vote.
1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 9 each received no votes.
Thanks for playing.
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No poetry today! Yay!
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Leroy
Monday, May 30, 2011
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