Amplified and heterodyned gravitonic waves from a giant Black Hole, in a far-off galaxy, https://www.msn.com/en-ca/kids/science/oldest-quasar-and-supermassive-black-hole-discovered-in-the-distant-universe/ar-BB1cLUOj?li=AAggFp5 produced an inversion in space-time which resulted in a reversal of publishing my T and U blogposts. (Definitely not my confusion and lousy memory.) Here’s what you missed, two weeks ago.
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her
a low stool; footstool.
Eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, who sat down beside her and said, “What’s in the bowl, bitch?”
She tossed her tousled tresses, and said, “It’s getting too damned crowded in here! I’m going outside for some fresh air. She trekked her pert little tush outside, and plunked it down on a
a tuft or clump of growing grass or the like.
She said, “And it ain’t curds and whey! Who the Hell eats curds and whey, anymore?? Effete vegans, and twee guys with man-buns??! (Speaking of which – Has anyone seen that horrible Uber Eats commercial, with the male(?) gymnast?? I don’t have to ask, but I do try to tell him, to turn down the GAY a notch.) This, and a beer, is the “Breakfast of Champions.” This, with a beer poured over it, is the breakfast of champions. This is my namesake cereal, the one that Quaker named after me, ‘cause I’m so cute and well-rounded – Muffets.”
So, when I say that I ate a muffet, it’s not like Little Hot Welding Rod Little Red Riding Hood. She was on her way to Granny’s, through the deep, dark forest, when a big, bad wolf jumped out and said, “I’m going to eat you.” Red replied, “Eat, eat, eat! Doesn’t anybody screw anymore?”
So, don’t screw around. Stop back in a couple of days. If I’ve finished my cereal, there’s a good chance that I might have something almost significant to say. 🙄