Dear Lott of Oxford,
We humbly exhort you to gather up your family, the Godzdogz, and the last ten righteous folk. You're standing in the way of the brimstone.
a shepherd in exile
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
If you didn't hear me come in, it's because my steps were muffled by the dust.
Dear Belfry,
Where are you? It's getting so that you might think this place were haunted by real bats, not just the pseudonymous kind. Really, if you can't think of some nifty math or other stuff to blog about, we might have to fall-back on that original conceit behind this here --- er ---- whattkhaview. And that means I have to come up with people to write to, and people to pretend to be and all that; of which you will remember what a pain it got to be the first time around, yes? Well, perhaps it'll be fun.
Anyways, get over that cold/depression/choleric and come back, soon, you hear?
Sincerely,
you-know-who
Where are you? It's getting so that you might think this place were haunted by real bats, not just the pseudonymous kind. Really, if you can't think of some nifty math or other stuff to blog about, we might have to fall-back on that original conceit behind this here --- er ---- whattkhaview. And that means I have to come up with people to write to, and people to pretend to be and all that; of which you will remember what a pain it got to be the first time around, yes? Well, perhaps it'll be fun.
Anyways, get over that cold/depression/choleric and come back, soon, you hear?
Sincerely,
you-know-who
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