And this has happened to me.
But WHO CARES? It’s Friday!!! The week’s half over!
Friday on my Mind
Follow the Leader – He’s on a Honda!
I’m old enough to remember people turning their nose up at Japanese cars… I’m also old enough to remember how the first few early adopters that I knew laughing at everyone else because they kept their cars for decades and hundreds of thousands of miles!
I’m worldly enough to have driven in Chinese made cars. People Stateside are probably very dismissive of Chinese cars. Chinese cars 15 years ago – yeah – dismiss them. They were junk. Chinese cars today??? Mmmmm I don’t know. Some of them are pretty nice. Point of fact – no one is going to bother to design a car with obsolete features and functions! If you’re making a car today, you make TODAY’S car.
I’m also very very lucky to know a bunch of people who design cars (as a kid the one thing I always talked about was designing cars! My much younger self would have been well chuffed to know that his older self would know folks who make cars!). These guys are very slick and very sophisticated.
….what does any of this have to do with long-term relationships?
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Channeling Morrissey
I get messages from the beyond. It is always the same sort of thing: I ask “Am I doing the right thing?” And all I ever hear back is laughter.
Stress! It’s What’s For Dinner!
Sometimes it feels like all my kitchen can produce with any consistency is STRESS! Stress sandwiches for lunch and dinner. Stress cakes for breakfast. Bacon and Stress on weekends. For a midnight snack I can sneak into the larder to spread a bit of stress on a pita bread.
I need to lay off all the stress.
I think I’m going to switch back to chocolate!
Ah, the wonders of the English language!
This has been one of my favorite jokes for the past 15 years. Of course – it doesn’t translate into text – it’s a spoken word jam at best.
I’d tell people “you remind me of the riddle of the ass!” …’ you mean “and the two bales of hay”…’ to which I would quickly and deftly reply. “NO – two halves and a hole (whole)!”
… look – I KNOW! I KNOW! I never said I was Noam Chomsky!
(Maybe ONCE I said I was ‘like’ Noam Chomsky…)
Random Stream of Consciousness
I was on the phone with a friend. He’s not a big believer in what I’m doing (that’s a scary proposition because HE is the dreamer and I am usually the practical one!)
This came to me while we were on the phone. He doesn’t know that this is out (not a lot of my friends (none really) ever look at these.)
…he couldn’t understand why a porpoise would be a peristalsis poster animal. I suggested that a penguin would be worse for hygiene reasons. Apparently he didn’t understand why peristalsis needed a spokesperson. That’s a valid point. I’ll get back to you on that later.
I’m sure this has happened – and that’s gross!
Sorry to go for the low hanging fruit, but HEY! I’m human and by that I mean lazy.
… and I’m certain that this sort of thing HAS happened before. (Ewwwwwwwwww!)
Theory of Relativity… no – wait! Relationships!
Relationships and how we see ourselves in relationships are another of science’s great mysteries. In an ideal setting both parties sense the gravity of the situation they are in and respond with parallel or at least symmetrical(ish) actions.
Sometimes however, things go south FAST!
You see a situation and try to find the easiest possible solution; your mate may decide to take a different tact.
For instance – the coffee pot is BROKEN (OH NO!).
Your solution is: go online and order a new pot… spring for overnight shipping.
Your partner may decide that the easiest solution is to move out and keep your record collection.
Oh well.
Long Term Plans
I don’t know about you (how could I?) but I’m constantly stuck in a paradox:
On one hand I try to exist HERE and NOW… in the moment.
On the other hand I have kids and I don’t always feel comfortable asking them to live in the Zen of life – so I plan things out.
To the best of my knowledge and my abilities I don’t feel comfortable making plans that go out beyond the shelf-life of green bananas. Oh well – I suppose to keep both sides of the ledger happy I’ll just let the $h!t hit the fan and then act ‘in the moment’ to see what I can do!
Wish me luck!
This is a test
What if the soliloquy from “On The Waterfront” took place in 2020/2021 – via ZOOM?
Friday is Medical Day
Friday is spent ferrying between doctors; part of my neurotic drive for immortality (“you’ve got ‘Fatalistic Yoga‘ as a legacy! What more could you want???”)
I do in fact want more…
Now we are in the realms of the holistic and the natural -I’ll let you know how it goes in 12 years!
Read morePositive Energy!
After yesterday’s rant about golf, I know it is possible for people to think I’m a ‘negative’ person. In actuality, I’m not. I’m actually a pretty cheerful person – yes – crappy things happen, but I usually find a way to find the humor in them or find creative solutions.
And I’m fully aware that crappy things happen to other people too. I don’t go around seeking pity.
So, today’s post is a good faith showing that I can be a ‘positive person’ from the outset.
It’s just that simple!
Golf and people who play golf, or worse are GOOD golfers are not to be trusted: they have some deal with the devil that allows them to bask in the glory of the sport while their personal lives seem to cruise control from one success to another. (Hint: that’s how they have time to play the game!)
Their model of achievement in the universe can not be applied to people who are bogged down with changing diapers or building businesses.
(‘But people do business on golf courses!’)
People also do business at Starbucks! And I trust deals that are made over coffee (a fundamental building block of human life) over deals made obsessing about having “skill” as it pertains to knocking something that fits in the palm of your hand into a predetermined hole a mile away!
Cryptic Messages
YOLO
FOMO
Acronyms that are supposed to describe how we feel/act towards things. Maybe it really is as simple as fear and greed? Throw in a dash of ignorance in the fear camp and a splash of arrogance in the greed crew.
What was the computer’s sage advice in that ancient movie with the kid who played games with a government computer : “the only way not to lose is to never play the game”
…how boring! And who likes hyper-moralistic computers anyway???
Dear Dairy (Diary)
In case you couldn’t already tell, my weight is a constant source of interest for me. I keep a few different paper journals of my food intake and my moods and my weight (please note – I don’t take it very seriously because I don’t COMBINE THE THREE!)
One very telling post from the other day read: “I guess chocolate cake is NOT my secret weapon in the war against obesity!”
(Those are kilograms – not pounds! 😦
… and that’s why these glum, portly characters beset my thoughts.
In fairness to myself – I’m not actually that dumb.
(I’m DUBMER!)
Back to the doctors!
More tests and more blood. I think I’ll ask if I’ll be able to play the violin after the blood draw!
I swear I thought this was funny at some point
So, here’s how this works.
I get home from taking my kids to school and having breakfast with my wife… I stare blankly at the walls.
Something funny comes into my mind. Normally I’d just giggle and go back to staring at the walls. Now, thanks to Fatalistic Yoga, I try to visualize that funny notion and make one of these crappy cartoons.
I use Canva – mostly because it is very, very easy. That’s a good thing because I’m not actually too smart – so the easier the better. I create “Volumes” every week and try to produce anywhere from 5 to 10 of these little ditties.
After I stare at these (as opposed to the wall) for a long enough period of time I export them and stick them in a folder.
Every few weeks I go through all of my published posts (like this that you’re looking at now) and all of the scheduled posts and try to create (if you can but believe it) a cohesive flow of images and words…
But I don’t just publish them all at once – no. I schedule them days and even weeks into the future. Monday through Friday at 5:55AM UTC they hit the world!
(what the hell is this madman talking about and WHY is he talking about it?)
What I’m trying to say is, as sad as this is going to sound, there was a moment in my life when the idea of a person with gastrointestinal problems talking to a Scottish doctor (with haggis on his mind) was extremely funny to me.
Now, months later, as I look at this I have to question my own standards.
FYI – if you have the need for a surgeon – go Scottish. It’s a long story… someday I’ll write about it. That will be one of my “The WORST day of the rest of your life” stories.
Liquid Crystal Display?
Sorry, no. Lowest Common Denominator.
Sometimes that’s the limit of my capabilities.
“Keep it Dark”
“I wish that I could really tell you all the things that happen to me, and all that I have seen.”
Realistically – the person who’s story I should tell is my wife’s. About how she met the man of her dreams and how he swept her off her feet with his charm and his romance and wit… how they fell in love and became inseparable (so far I haven’t actually lied yet!)
Then the $h!t hit the fan and she decided to get a job in a highly competitive and almost 99% exclusively male dominated industry and work to the point where she was acclaimed far and wide (still no lies)
But she doesn’t want her story told (in fairness, she’s still sketching out new chapters on a daily basis!) so you’re all stuck with MY lame-ass stories instead.
To ‘Tube’ or not to ‘Tube’ THAT is the question…
Fundamentally I would LOVE to be on YouTube… but what I would LOVE MORE is for someone else to do it for me. I’d script it out and block the scenes and do all that stuff… but I don’t actually want people to see me… or hear my voice.. or know who I am.
I need to find better hobbies.
The Patron Saint of ?
“One day I’ll be famous. I’ll be proper and picky; go to St Richard so often that I’ll call it St. Ricky!”????
It doesn’t have the same lyrical appeal.
Communication Breakdown
“They say I got brains – but they ain’t doin me no good (I wish they would)… I guess I just wasn’t made for these times.” Brian Wilson
It just seems tougher and tougher to get to ‘that place’ where everything works. So many things are in flux. Time is in flux. Chemicals in flux. Money in flux. Motivation is in flux. Aptitude is in flux. Enjoyment and dread are in flux.
I wonder if the pendulum ever finally sits still or if some other variable comes along to tilt the plane and put it all in flux again.
Oh flux it!
Trifecta!
(EXPLETIVE DELETED)!!! The seal inside the washing machine is mouldy (I don’t even want to think about what the implications are for me underwear.)
The little hatch that releases the detergent packets into the dishwasher doesn’t open during the wash cycle. (Which explains the slow-building gut-wrenching pain that has me sidelined.)
And now the display on the microwave stops for part of the time and flickers for the rest. (I have been using a stop watch to time things that go in for a warm-up.)
Fortunately the gas range top still sparks-up and lights with not much fuss! Good’ole fire ; it hasn’t let us down since the year dot! (What’s the worst thing that can happen?)
🙄
Clinko Di Mayo
Too many Minions in the house still… have to parse out my time better!
May the Fourth Be With You
I hate it when I realize that huge chunks of my life have been spent under the sway of wild misapprehensions. But that seems to be the case more and more.
Star Wars was a great example of that forms. (Caveat – I’ve only seen the first movie (1977) two times. Once was in the theater in 1977 and the other was 3 years ago, also in a theater, but with a full orchestra performing the musical component…I’ve never seen any of the others – I don’t want to ruin the memory of the first one.). When I was 4 it was a story about two robots trapped inside someone else’s fight.
When I was a bit older – 10 – it was a sci-fi movie about intergalactic conflict.
Much later in life it morphed into a story about zen masters who were in touch with a way of seeing and understanding things that transcended what ‘regular’ people tap into on a daily basis… “The Force” was like a SAP track that gave an overlay of detail and nuance that enriched the thoughts of Jedi.
(Then later I tried to mix some of Star Wars and some of Carlos Castaneda to form a grand unified theory of introspection … I’ll get back to that at a later date.)
For now what I’ll say is: what if there were a whole additional layer of information / energy that was right in front of our noses that could tell us so much more about they how and why of the when and where of life… maybe it is there. Maybe we haven’t picked up the scent.
(All that from a move I saw 44 years ago !!)
Simple misunderstanding
One of the most disappointing things that I have to endure is life is when everything goes exactly the way I anticipate it will… but at the wrong time. It usually comes down to a simple misunderstanding; I wasn’t paying attention, so I didn’t realize now was not the ideal juncture in the conversation to: laugh,cry, scream, jump up out of my chair and hoot and holler.
Eventually I’ll ‘get that faculty together’ – to wait patiently and read the signs before turning off the highway.
The Story of my Life
This all started innocently enough. After 10-12 years of deep introspection (and complaining) someone told me that the solution to my problem was to just DO something. Do ANYTHING. Go for a walk. Go for a swim. Volunteer some time at a worthwhile cause that needs your help.
None of those things appealed to me so I decided to start converting some of the weird ideas milling around in my notebooks into these terrible comics.
In a way it doesn’t mean too much for me to say that I know, deep down, that they are not good. The ideas aren’t that bad – I get laughs with them IRL, but artwork is crap like you wouldn’t believe.
After I started compiling some of the hundreds of these little ditties it entered my mind that I could perhaps make more of it than just your standard ‘shouting into an empty room’ blogs that I’ve done before. This time it could be serious ‘… it could be a contender. It could BE somebody!’
… but that would require people like you and I don’t know how to find you. So I pay to place ads to attract clicks and readers (sometimes with hilarious effect! Not everyone is content to just ‘change the channel’ or ‘click elsewhere’. Some folks are really quite (ummmm) ANGRY? That I do this and that they see it.
For this – the last post in the month of April I want to make amends by saying “Sorry”.
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BTW – starting in May I’m doubling down on a more coordinated attack through FB and IG to get even MORE people angry with me. Sorry for that too.
For those of you who actually click the “Like” button (there are a few of you!) I want you to know you’ve made a happy man VERY old. Thank you. If I hadn’t taken the ‘Price on Wilson’ I’d do something nice for each and every single one of you… well all three of you.
Drop me a line – this isn’t the product of a nameless/faceless corporation or sophisticated computer simulator. It’s just me, Mario.
Cheapest to Deliver
One of my ‘Minions’ is home this week, so I haven’t got a ton of time. Let me look in the fridge and see what I can re-heat…
(That’s awful…)
(it even looks like crap…)
Werewolves of London!
Call me weird but I don’t really mind giving blood or blood tests. That wasn’t always the case, and like a lot of other people I’ve found myself in some scenarios where it wasn’t really an option. In those ‘back to the wall’ moments you start to appreciate how (when we succumb to the red flashing “PANIC” signs in our minds) we can make more out of things than they really are.
That said – I’ve had a few blood tests that were pretty grizzly. Once a nurse didn’t want to put on a pair of rubber gloves to draw my blood. I indicated that it was NOT NORMAL to do that. She indicated to me that in her country it would be considered rude for her to wear gloves because it would insinuate that the patient was ‘dirty’… I was finally able to get her into a set of gloves and everything went just fine.
Another time I was flanked by a whole team of nurses who had no idea what they were doing. They couldn’t get a drop of blood out of either forearm or inner elbow… the most senior nurse among them came up with a rather ingenious (and by that I mean so utterly bizarre that looking back on it I can’t believe I actually agreed to play along!):
– I had to lay down on a gurney
– then they inserted the needle part into the top of my hand (that hurt!) and got me to
– flop my arm over the side of the gurney WHILE
– one nurse massaged the blood from my shoulder down to my elbow AND
– another nurse massaged the blood from my elbow down to my hand!
I only needed to give seven (7!!!!!) vials of blood that day!
Two weeks ago I needed to give another five vials of blood. The nurse told me to stop looking at the needle. I said “But I’m not scared of the needle!” That’s when she indicated to me that it made HER nervous!
Stolen from Stanley
I make it a point to rewatch a collection of Kubrick movies at least once a year. “The Shining”, “2001”, “Dr Strangelove”, (sometimes, but not always) “Barry Lyndon” and “Eyes Wide Shut”,
I don’t always watch them in conventional ways. For the last four or five years I’ve made it a point to sit down and ‘look at them’ with no sound. It allows me to focus on how each scene develops and how each frame of film is (well) framed. I look at all kinds of details and try to figure out if Mr. Kubrick did little things intentionally or benefited from the occasional fluke (like the arrangements of the cans and boxes in the storage room in “The Shining”… did he REALLY arrange all of those? I don’t know if he could/would. They say YES – he was totally committed to the smallest details… did he keep a journal or a record saying he did? If he did, I’d love to read it.)
Anyway – this is an adaptation of a scene from “Eyes Wide Shut”. It isn’t just a filthy movie – it is a visually fascinating movie too! What does it mean? I don’t know. Sometimes I’m close to figuring it out and then it goes. Then again I’m sure there have been moments while on long, long walks when I understood EXACTLY what “Tales From Topographic Oceans” by “YES” was supposed to be about… and that meaning too left my brain as soon as I got to where I was going at the time.
This isn’t funny at all
This isn’t funny at all. It isn’t really meant to be funny though. For some reason it popped into my head that if you write an a and an e with the correct font you could make an ambigram out of the term “eds spa”. That interested me.
I’m completely fascinated by palindromes and anagrams. I am constantly forming anagrams out of words I see written down or on signs and I’m always on the lookout for palindromes in car registrations, serial numbers on bank notes or any strings of numbers that I see. I have a spreadsheet that is constantly generating prime-number palindromes out of factors of one of the addresses in “The Untouchables” (I’m not making this up. I don’t have the creative bandwidth to fabricate something so bizarre and so boring.)
I’ll go back to dreaming up the plot to another story…
If your name is “Ed” and you run a spa, consider this for your logo. You can have it for free (just give me credit when people ask where you came up with it.)
Why Can’t We Be Friends?
So much of the social order has been turned on its head recently. Relationships with family and friends and even the relationship with school – not just the people or the classes but also the institution. To know you’ve taken part in something, that you’ve written your name and your chapter in a longer work…
…yeah – what if your school is using you? What if your school is the one friend that fishes for compliments? What if it was using you for money?
WHAT IF school didn’t really see you as a student and instead saw you as just a ‘friend’?
Just another way that life can twist around on the vine and rot instead of ripen.
Existential Threats
Don’t laugh yet.
The last car I had was actually pretty nice. I got it as a consolation from a mechanic who blew-up my other car (that’s a long story and I’ll probably share it soon.)
Anyway – the transmission ‘failed’ one afternoon will getting on the highway. I took it to the guy who sold it to me. He scanned the door with his phone and told me to go to the manufacturer … “they won’t charge you!”
I went to the blue-oval company and they told me that they knew what the problem was. They would fix it in a day.
A day later I went back to collect the car and asked what they did to fix the car. In essence they changed the batteries! Something to do with an overly complicated transmission and a tired battery. Once the battery was changed ($317.00!) my free of charge service was complete.
Next time I’m going to try to reboot the car first.
BTW – for those of you who are interested – I’m also building a footprint on instagram. You can find me at (wait for it!) : Fatalistic_Yoga
Not very imaginative – I know.
Homage to Homer
I’ve been talking about how large superheroes loom in my childish mind. Another figure that had a huge impact on how I act is Homer Simpson. After I did this I realized that I was treading on Matt Groening’s turf. Sorry dude. Smell ya later!
Back to humor.
Do you think people who work in nuclear power plants have any fun? I can see how it might be a tad stressful. But then again it might inspire some gallows-humor.
I used to run a pricing model that was used to value a very large portfolio of derivative securities. That was pretty stressful. We used to have fun – but it was very stressful. True story: we used to take Imodium pills before pricing cycles so that we wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom.
… but we WOULD air-drum along to Rush and Tool.
Saab Owners
I used to work for a guy who I won’t name. He was a pain in the a$$! He would call me into his office and give me “special projects”:
“…call my lawyer and have my will changed so that it specifies which months of the year each of my children can wear my wristwatches…”
“…call XYZ movers and tell them that I want them to move all of the watercolors from the first floor to the second floor and all of the watercolors from the second floor to the third floor. Then put all the watercolors from the third floor in storage until next year..” (What about the Acrylics?) [Look of disgust and finger pointing out of the office (my cue to leave)]
Another memorable one:
”Call the people that service my Saab. Tell them that I want them to find a way to optimize how the windshield washer spray hits the windshield so that it is an even amount…”
(this time I pushed back): ‘Ydnar – they already did that!’
”Did they? When?”
’When they designed and built the car; its a Saab! It wasn’t designed by 14 year-old kids goofing around with pens and pencils… they are Swedes! They are engineering fanatics!’
”… you had better be right!”
maybe I was/maybe I wasn’t but I didn’t have to humiliate myself to call Saab and ask them to recalibrate his windshield washers!
Great News! I’m the new Usain Bolt!
I saw this and had a giggle.
I agree in principle – but the reality feels so very different.
Time Guys
Those of you who know me know that I’m perplexed by time. I’ve always been confused by it or in awe of it.
There IS time. Obviously – we experience it. We even witness it. But there is a whole other way of looking at time that renders it totally false. (“This guy is an idiot! I can’t believe I subject myself to this humiliation!”… sorry – that was an extract of my wife’s diary. … I meant to indicate that you think I’m full of $h!t. Opinions differ! So do the number of days in the month of February!)
If you’ve ever met me one of the first things that will draw your attention away from my bear-like proportions are the number of watches I’m wearing at any given time. Always at least one. Generally two. Not strange for three. Four? Sure! Five has been done, as has six. Six was the practical limit.
When asked why I wear so many watches I always say the same thing: ‘they all do different things’… and technically they do. I try to synchronize them but after a few hours they are all back to doing their own things.
If I were to try to synchronize my watch(es) adequately it would take an eternity. Literally.
More of the human side of superheroes
Back to superheroes. I really did love them when I was a child. I remember that I had a really cool toy once: It was a Batman that had a parachute attached to it. You could pull back on the hard-plastic Batman and send him flying into the air and then watch him float down.
I used to fire this guy off of the roof of our house and watch him go up what seemed hundreds of feet… and then float down (realistically it was more like 20 feet- but hey!). Sometimes he had a load of ants taped to his belt… because THEY wanted to experience the exhilaration of flight too (don’t they?)
This toy was taken away from me and thrown in the trash by my mother. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to fire it into the back of the head of the person standing in front of us as we waited to pay for my older-brother’s reading glasses. 45 years later and I can still remember that feeling of being totally frustrated. Oh well.
Fast forward 19 years and I was applying for a job at a major international money manager. I had just read that it was important to look professional and to collect business cards from all of the people you speak to on an interview so could send them handwritten notes. The chap that interviewed me must have been the guy I hit with the Batman ‘slingshot’ because when I asked for his business card he said “Just address all of your correspondence to “Mr. Luthor”…”
I didn’t get that job. Probably because Lex never got my handwritten note.
Onward and upward!
Don’t Give Up… really. Don’t
I love instagram – I get come ons for all kinds of crap. Most of it I buy if I think I can get it delivered quickly.
The iPhone apps I’m always dubious about. There is one app that says that it will tell you exactly how many miles to walk to get to your optimal weight… isn’t there a formula that will tell you that at a certain age/weight/height you need to walk X number of miles to burn Y number of calories and that it needs to net to something like 500 calories a day to equate to one pound per week…???
Anyway – I never by those apps. Partly because I’m a notorious know-it-all. Partly because I’m a cheapskate. And I partly don’t buy those apps because I’m afraid that when I plug in all my particulars it will tell me that I just need to give-up and let nature take its course (which is a polite way of saying “people will throw enough stuff at me so I retire back to my cave and make more of these stupid comics!)
I need a standing ovation!
I need a standing ovation!
I remember my first week of school… we had a pep rally where we were encouraged to shout out what we were feeling. Then we were encouraged to stand-up and shout “I NEED A STANDING OVATION!”
30 years later I still need a standing ovation. Sometimes I need a standing ovation “in the face… with a folding chair”.
I really wish I could help you, but I have a sandwich to finish
When I was a kid I was crazy for superheroes – Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, Popeye… not so much Aquaman. Back then they just seemed cool because they could do things that I couldn’t.
Re-engaging with these folks later in life as my kids develop relationships with superheroes I find myself liking them for different reasons; mostly I see them not because of the things that they can do that I can’t but rather for the things that they go through that they can’t escape… just like us.
But what if superheroes were jerks???
I developed this idea a long time ago sitting at my desk at work. My boss (should I use his real name???) “yroT” was talking to me about how when things go to $h!t it always requires a ‘superhero’ to come to the rescue (instead of people just pulling their weight (mine was very high then too!) so that these issues wouldn’t constantly take us by surprise.
Anyway – Superman always saves the day. Batman always outsmarts the Joker. YroT had another superpower: he was painstakingly methodical and willing to dedicate as much time as necessary to find the root causes of problems and train people to not make those mistakes again.
What did YOU do this weekend?
I know a great number of people who ‘live for the weekend’. It is a great feeling when that whistle blows and you are free to do what you want to do. Maybe that’s the first time all week that you get to be the real ‘you’?
What if the real you is a monster? Parts of the real “me” are not monstrous. (Maybe the tension created in the typical work setting is a necessary evil!) When you don’t have any boundaries stopping you from going over the line, you go over the line!
These days I try as hard as possible to NOT be a monstrous person. I’m keenly aware of what I eat (and that’s not a small feat!). I meditate – sometimes I meditate myself to sleep. Most importantly – I’m aware of all of the things that tempt me over the line and I avoid them like the plague!
One of my favorite jokes of all time.
It has always been my belief that there is nothing sweeter than someone else’s birthday cake; not because the flavors are anything special, but rather because it signifies that ‘so and so’ is one year older while you are the same age.
Sorry – I’m petty.
Have a butcher’s
This is an old joke that I told so long ago I don’t think we had paper and pencil to write it down initially!
The nature of it is people with Cockney accents.
Someday I’ll do a cartoon in Yorkshire dialect.
Shadows Taller Than Our Souls
Point
Line
Shape
Figure
…?
One dimensional objects have no mass so – they cast no shadows.
Two dimensional objects also have no mass – still no shadows.
Three dimensional objects cast Two dimensional shadows!
Four dimensional objects would therefore cast … Three dimensional shadows????
The moral to the story is don’t goof around in front of a particle accelerator.
To The Spanner Born 