Land of Diskgrinder

Brass engines conspire, over tricking minutes, since the sixties. To make their own hello world application.

Listening to the shipping forecast on radio 4 at one or more past midnight. The idea that there is an orange glow of sodium bulb out there in a little cabin, held up in surrounding boat, in the black heaving water. The sky battened down with magnitude clouds piled up into the dark (somewhere there's a bone white moon shining nastily). But also that, in this focus storm, there's a chap boiling a kettle for a cup of tea, in the middle of this roiling storm. And only a little pissed off. Because the waves crashing on the deck upset the kettle.

Dictionary of words that don't describe themselves:heterologous. For all words that do: homologous. Which dictionary is heterologous in? I belong to the set of all sets that are not members of themselves. I maybe lonely, can't decide. Clearly I am maths geek Diskgrinder's conjecture #2: there's a number big enough to encode every decision you'll ever make. Add that to your friend's big number Platonic solids, similar to Socratic motions. Both stinky Turing's halting issue was basically not having a pencil to wind the tape back into the cassette Diskgrinder's conjecture: every prime number, more than two, sits in the middle of the sum of two powers Fermat thinks don't add up Also _two_ primes? Like two is an even number, surely that's cheating Mr. Goldbach Conjecture? It's a proof by induction: even numbers are the sum of 2 primes; every unicorn I ask says so; including the first one. That was easy because Goldbach's conj...

No and multiple apologies thereof. I have been spending my creative seed on the Twitter stony ground , wherein I have variously sworn, and sworn off my little ability to create microfiction. Also, typealysed my blog. Apparently I am a "fun doer". Fucking humbug.

So how about I fuck that up too? All I can think is that it would be different flavour. No real choice, then. Keep on keeping on, until stops. Then do something else, equally shite.

Accused of being a thing, I then rebound, and so on.

I used to be Originally uploaded by diskgrinder tag your telly

Got told that three years ago Kept on hanging on Because I thought the five year plan would out It's three years, and I can't wait See you, miss you, bye I'm gone That's enough You told me so

If you're analytic in your nature. If, however, you are a magical thinker, every situation is one to be ignored, and your subconscious will intuit the best way to behave. Clearly that's baldercrap - you abrogate your responsibility, and decide with your deep-time lizard brain, an almond shaped atrophied throwback to our species' billion year back story. Fucking hippy. Think with the lights in your fore-brain, not the soma filter motor neuron. That's a knee-jerk reaction, literally.

My boy.