I was just up from a dead sleep, yeowling in arthritis pain, which unglued my face so I could see to get the windows and doors closed before the dawn low was gone, when I came over to my computer to make something shut up so I could pull myself together, and, lo, and, behold, the algorithm was blinking at me big as heck.
I found a channel with lots of my heroes on it, chief among them being Fletcher Prouty — who Donald Sutherland played so well — and John Trudell and John Judge. Don’t let your descendants remain ignorant of those three men. PLEASE.
I gotta have some coffee and reboot, but I also gotta catch some of the goodies that motherfucking math of the eschaton pulled up for my eyeprints.
Might’z well do it in front of you.
Oh, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Freakin’ arthritis.
Hold please.
the nines 