I’ve been contacted my Meta of SC. She is in dire need of an apparel make-over redundancy. She tells me, yet I am skeptical, of Luscious the Dammit Goat’s apparent fabric destruction. The Dammit Goat has been with us for over ten years and while we adore her, the wave of wanton destruction must cease.
Mama Lard gave me permission to tell MMG about the possibility of retrofitting some draperies — creating lovely ball gowns in the Carol Burnett-style. Heavy enough to stand firm and not be gone with the winds of hurricane force. For me? I need some drawers. Mama Lard says not until winter but waiting is a painful opportunity.
Today work on the Fluxus Phonographical Time Transporter continues. I managed to recapitulate a small spider but no progress with the larger items — the kitchen table is still here. This is no laughing matter. There may be laughing cows, yes, but no laughing goats. Check these goat trauma stats. Everyone this Goat Fluxus is a figment of my imagination. Everyone else will tell you I have no imagination. Meanwhile, thousands of children needlessly suffer goat trauma and here you are, reading this and not doing anything about it.
Back to work on the FPTT. While relaxing here with my Dammit Goat Peril Suggestions, forty-five premium dialogs have cascaded thusly, reducing the formula by η over ± accumulating the flux to θ≈.
