Rainbows Reflected in the Oily Spot on the Countertop the Night After
So,
glaikery and I have a mutual friend, a rather clever math/physics double major honors type, whom we shall call Locke. She is a bit brilliant, a total psychopath, and utterly high-strung, so naturally, being slightly devious, I tend to, ummm, encourage her to blow her top entirely. Upon occasion.
Anyway, Locke's math professor this year is apparently extremely good, because everyone she knows has been hearing about his awesomeness all year, to the exclusion of basically all else (except for, you know, math). Mostly what we know about him is that he's slightly evil, likes math, and eats spaghetti once a week, but we have all heard all of these things an astonishing number of times.
Naturally, when everything that one hears from a very talkative friend is about a specific individual, one does begin to suspect certain facts, especially when said individual happens to be recorded as having a great interest in one's friend (for instance, Locke has recently gone on a math field trip to...somewhere or other, courtesy of Spaghetti Professor's request). Suspicious? Well, I think so.
So, clearly my fellow co-conspirator and I were forced to take action to help unite our dear friend with her even dearer Spaghetti Professor, and since Spaghetti Professor was not available for comment, well.....
Rainbows Reflected in the Oily Spot on the Countertop the Night After
My dearest sine wave, with amplitude fair,
And curvaceous domain, and a good range:
I adore your delightfully long hair,
Which, like spaghetti, I wish to arrange
In saucy spirals and forkable styles
Upon your lovely conic-shaped head.
Though it will result in ethics trials,
I want you at once, right here in my bed.
I can't live without your Star Trek data,
So: see me, and I'll measure your theta.
----S. P.
p.s. I have a trigonometric phallus.
Evil? Well, I don't think so!
glaikery and I have a mutual friend, a rather clever math/physics double major honors type, whom we shall call Locke. She is a bit brilliant, a total psychopath, and utterly high-strung, so naturally, being slightly devious, I tend to, ummm, encourage her to blow her top entirely. Upon occasion.
Anyway, Locke's math professor this year is apparently extremely good, because everyone she knows has been hearing about his awesomeness all year, to the exclusion of basically all else (except for, you know, math). Mostly what we know about him is that he's slightly evil, likes math, and eats spaghetti once a week, but we have all heard all of these things an astonishing number of times.
Naturally, when everything that one hears from a very talkative friend is about a specific individual, one does begin to suspect certain facts, especially when said individual happens to be recorded as having a great interest in one's friend (for instance, Locke has recently gone on a math field trip to...somewhere or other, courtesy of Spaghetti Professor's request). Suspicious? Well, I think so.
So, clearly my fellow co-conspirator and I were forced to take action to help unite our dear friend with her even dearer Spaghetti Professor, and since Spaghetti Professor was not available for comment, well.....
Rainbows Reflected in the Oily Spot on the Countertop the Night After
My dearest sine wave, with amplitude fair,
And curvaceous domain, and a good range:
I adore your delightfully long hair,
Which, like spaghetti, I wish to arrange
In saucy spirals and forkable styles
Upon your lovely conic-shaped head.
Though it will result in ethics trials,
I want you at once, right here in my bed.
I can't live without your Star Trek data,
So: see me, and I'll measure your theta.
----S. P.
p.s. I have a trigonometric phallus.
Evil? Well, I don't think so!