Wavy Gravy

Q: Why do mathmaticians like national parks?

A: Because of the natural logs



Punchline: "The natural logarithm, formerly known as the hyperbolic logarithm is the logarithm to the base of e, where e is an irrational constant approximately equal to 2.718281828" -wik

PS watch this video: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VE1HvMadQOI

Democratic Republic of Fu Manchu

Kirsten got a bluetooth this weekend.

Tinsil played a good show at Hanads'. For the most part I think everything is going well. Besides that I might be in debt with Eastern a substantial amount now.

Habitat 67 Montreal

Today is particularily grey. I'm at work writing this; looking out the window is a nice thing. My life is starting to seem like a giant routine. School tommorow, which I am doing well in, positively in that respect. I have been listening to Erik Satie.

Erik Satie Igniting a Canon

Franz Kafka wrote a letter to his father which was never read by him.

Kafka




Coolsville.

Inspection Direction

I'm Cavity Free

Parma Heights

I looked through my writing. Here is a story I wrote when I was seven.

mr cool

'97

By: Zane Myers

Mr. Cool and his assistant Sweeet Mon were two people in the show biz. Mr. Cool was well to do with his own li'l show called: Sunglass Showdown, which was an extremely irritating little show about it's title sunglasses. One way to recogmize Mr. Cool was to see how obsessed he was with sunglasses. Although you may be thinking "What the Heck is this guy writing about," I have a story behind all this. My name is Belah-Boo, and I hate sun glasses!!!?

"Smiles, fetch me my sun glass-protective spray!" I said. Sir Smiles is my assistant, and cook, because everything I cook, I cook incorrectly. He is also my assistant, because he's always got something up his sleeve, and he's good with these kind of...assingments.

"Um, didn't you just use some?" He says back to me.

"Of course but I forgot to spray under my armpits!"

"whatever," smiles replies.

I got in my Bug with the word "Sunglasstink" on the side. Sir Smiles came in with the spray. I sprayed it under my arm pits, sighed, and threw the bottle out the window.

"Code Vroom-Vroom?" Smiles asked?

"code Vroom-Vroom." I confirmed Then I put the pedal to the metal, goin' from 0 to 60 mph in less than thirty seconds.

When we arrived at the Cu-el theature, I got out of the car and took my trustees' shotgun, While smies took his 5gauge Then we snuck into the back entrance. We were in luck. Mr Cool was polishing his third favorite pair of sunglasses, (he has a lot of sunglasses), when We stepped in and said "You're Under arrest!"

Mr. Cool remained cool while he turned around and smiled.

"No, you are," he said.

Then, his assistant Sweeet Mon stepped in and- ruined the story by offering cookies and milk awy to everybody, While Mr. Cool escaped. 

"Belah-Boo get over here!" Sir Smiles is saying to me.

Anyways, I suppose my story was rather dull, and short, and had weird names, it was still a story.

So, as I said, I do have astory behind this.