red shift
The x-mas weirdness diminishes as it recedes, red-shifting as distance and speed increases. Why is there a tree in my living room?
Today I leapt out of bed at the crack of noon, to greet the new day, start afresh, etc. Wandered down to Beano, seeking victuals* for my sustenance. *Indeed I feel that hot chocolate from Beano qualifies as food. It should have it's own food group. Three portions a day should suffice.
I parked in a different area, as the usual street was over-parked. After several tentative steps in the generally correct direction, I noticed a few red droplets on the sidewalk. Perhaps someone's nose bleed? They were spaced a couple feet apart; plip plip plip. Further along, the few became the many as the droplets closed in on each other, and now appeared every few inches. With minimal deduction, I concluded that the spacing change was due to a velocity change. The bleeder was slowing down. I soon found where the bleeder stopped walking, readily evident by the hundreds of drops of blood.. on a corner. Perhaps he wondered which road to take, here at this crossroads. Apparently he chose the same direction as I now took. The trail of blood soon resumed it's broader spacing. And broader yet, as the drops became so far apart they were hard to find. And yet they were more splashed than before. The bleeder was running! He ran across the side street. Was someone chasing? His pace slowed again, reduced to a stagger. Weaving from side to side as he slowly bled his way down the street. Was he looking over his shoulder?
Probably just a drunk with a nose bleed.
I lost the trail near Beano (due to a lack of trying) and entered for my liquid breakfast. ahhh. How long can a man survive on hot chocolate alone? Would whipped cream and sprinkles add years?
e9
ps.. check out the link. You can get british people to say naughty things... always funny
http://www.research.att.com/projects/tts/demo.html
Today I leapt out of bed at the crack of noon, to greet the new day, start afresh, etc. Wandered down to Beano, seeking victuals* for my sustenance. *Indeed I feel that hot chocolate from Beano qualifies as food. It should have it's own food group. Three portions a day should suffice.
I parked in a different area, as the usual street was over-parked. After several tentative steps in the generally correct direction, I noticed a few red droplets on the sidewalk. Perhaps someone's nose bleed? They were spaced a couple feet apart; plip plip plip. Further along, the few became the many as the droplets closed in on each other, and now appeared every few inches. With minimal deduction, I concluded that the spacing change was due to a velocity change. The bleeder was slowing down. I soon found where the bleeder stopped walking, readily evident by the hundreds of drops of blood.. on a corner. Perhaps he wondered which road to take, here at this crossroads. Apparently he chose the same direction as I now took. The trail of blood soon resumed it's broader spacing. And broader yet, as the drops became so far apart they were hard to find. And yet they were more splashed than before. The bleeder was running! He ran across the side street. Was someone chasing? His pace slowed again, reduced to a stagger. Weaving from side to side as he slowly bled his way down the street. Was he looking over his shoulder?
Probably just a drunk with a nose bleed.
I lost the trail near Beano (due to a lack of trying) and entered for my liquid breakfast. ahhh. How long can a man survive on hot chocolate alone? Would whipped cream and sprinkles add years?
e9
ps.. check out the link. You can get british people to say naughty things... always funny
http://www.research.att.com/projects/tts/demo.html