| [FsPhantom] Diary of FsPhantom Updated/Posted: 2002-05-26 21:50:35 |
| This is the personal space of Fs~Phantom on Userfriendly, for all that you can call it personal or space, because it's just a few bytes of rambling info on no real topics whatsoever, except perhaps information that undoubtedly would not be interesting to someone like you, who probably has nothing to do with me, but might, because I know a lot of people on the internet and you might be one of them (strange though it seems), despite the fact that I've left a wake of devestation behind me a mile long (although the term mile is horribly inaccurate in this case, considering that all we're talking about is ones and zeros (and possibly the occasional 3.14)), which in itself is an interesting story which started one day which I've forgotten and continued until today, not that the term "day" has any meaning either considering that time is merely a measurement of events passing, well, not so much passing as going by in a manner which we can relate to passing, although how we relate such a thing nobody knows, despite the fact that there have been so many different discussions on the subject of Life, the Universe, and Everything, (which, as well as being the entirety of things existing (although exist is a word which also holds no special meaning), is a very interesting and humerous book by the late Douglas Adams) and the majority of scholars in the world has contemplated it, a coincidence which can only be attributed to a type of mindset among the scientific and philosophical community, not that community has any meaning either, other than a group of things in a certain place; that is to say, a certain area of space/time which exists (sort of) at a particular set of coordinates from the unknown center of the universe itself, although it could be deduced that the center of the universe is this planet (egostical, isn't it), and that all objects branch out from it, much like a budding flower or growing tree, despite the fact that the universe as we know it is not made of wood, but rather an amalgamation of substances, notably caffeine, which as it happens is the key topic of what I'm about to say: My current project is currently to create a type of coffee which would please even Pitr, a coffee which does not merely pour but actually drips from a cup suspended in midair (such as we see it), at a relativistic angle of approximately 90 degrees from the vertical angle, when the cup is half full, although how I would be able to pour the coffee from the pot to the cup is beyond me, not to mention the problems involved from coffeepots melting and the actual drip process, as well as the large amount of coffee processed for the purpose of this experiment, which I'm sure would bankrupt me and make wealthy very many farmers in South America, whom were undoubtedly in abject poverty based on the fact that in South America there was, rather is, quite an amazingly low standard of living, despite the fact that they produce so much of the world's, well, produce, particularly coffee and certain types of herbs which only grow in such a climate, although I'm unsure of what exactly that climate would be, possibly a rainforest which, through certain circumstances (mostly relating to human deforestation and clearing) would be largely fertile and barren of life, allowing there to be rich crops for many decades, but afterwards turning the entire area to desert, and eventually killing off the entire human population (and other populations), and then plunging the entire world into a cold dead freeze, which would make things quite difficult indeed for life itself, until life developed once more below the surface of ice, which in fact occurred several billion years ago by my reckoning (although years make little point when there's no life to measure them), and will eventually form into quite an advanced civilization before the earth hits the sun, which should be quite a spectactular blaze for all those involved, before they're blasted into oblivion by the intense heat, which should instantly zonk (for lack of a better word) them into their component molecules, which after a few more billion years (after the sun burns out and goes nova) might even become life itself again, in an endless circle, kind of like this never-ending sentence, which I feel I should end sometime soon but probably will never get to doing, mainly because of the problems involved in ending a sentence of this length without making it seem like a run-on, and yet still holding some form of coherent rambling mixed with a bit of rave and an ounce of Pitr-Cola, which, by the way, makes for an extremely philosophical drink, and is quite useful for those philosophers who are on the verge of finding what Deep Thought was talking about all that time ago, and what the exact meaning of 42 is (although I feel it's just a number), and finally putting to peace everything except this endless sentence, which I feel I will put an end to as soon as I find the period key on this keyboard: I think it's next to the comma, on the other side of the slash, and below the semicolon, and will immediately attempt to press it. |
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