Ponders spate of washing machine episodes

wonders if there is a quantum washing machine effect

considers that there must be.

else synchronicity is too much of a coincidence to explain historical events

wanders off to find old copper and hand wringer

wanders off and finds oneself going bald so sings:' I'm going to wash that hair right out of this man.....'

admits sorrow on rereading to check for errorrrrs

<wonders if treehouse washing machine (THWM) is where all the lost socks rematerialise?>

only the lonely!

Rereads last posting in thread:

Is infected with song going something like this (don't you all hate that phrase? If it is something like itself then it is itself. Bugger identity theory!)

Where have all the left socks gone?????
Long time missing
where have all the left socks gone
a long long time ago

Where have all the lost socks gone
gone to the T H WM
when will we ever learn
when will we ever learn.......

[A new earworm - two threads with one post. Beat that!!!!]

<returns from vacation>

<suggests that people look up Twinoo on a noted search engine>

<goes back to daily stress>

<returns to find left foot bare>

<leaves to look for left sock>

<bangs bare toes on washing machine on the way out>

<very nearly screams>



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/07/2011 10:10AM by Marit.

<unloads THWM and pegs contents out on washing line>

<sees line full load of odd socks>

<wonders where all the even socks are>

Had a disturbing moment of odd socks and Georg Cantor.

If we line up the odd socks with the line of numbers of all socks we can easily prove that there will be at some time an infinite number of odd socks in the universe.

Add to this that in an infinite multiverse this will already have happened.

So, where did all the right foot socks come from?

Are we being innocuously invaded by beings from some place outside the multiverse?

And will there be room for chocolate, pies and Battenberg cake?

wander about outside the perimeter fence wondering how ro gain admittance.

Recall wondrous tales of allotments full of chocolate pumpkins, golden spiral staircases to an attic full of pies marked "s" , adjective mines and art deco sandwich makers and I can't get in .Help me find the remit or I will surely die here on the outside .Bumps into another lost soul. Alas and lack a day.

<ties rope to sturdy branch>

<ties piece of pie marked with an "S" to other end of rope>

<throws end of rope with pie attached over fence>

<hopes bait works>

Bumps into out of date pie which already have in collection. Give it to a lost soul. Throws rope back over perimeter fence. Immediately realises mistake. Look through keyhole in gate and see a discarded pickle jar.

<Lays out tartan picnic rug under tree>

<sets down freshly baked spiced date pie - marked with a "S">

<pulls sole and spinach pie from picnic hamper - labelled "S" for identification purposes>

<sits back and waits friends>

Remembering empty pickle jar hastens to secret store and choose Bertie Botts every flavour picallilli. Lobs jar over fence to attract attention of lonely picknicker. Realise it is the one with an accusatory label vis; "What have you done with Violet Moon?" Hide.

Oooh Aaar me hearties, swash me buckles, shiver me timbers and pieces of eight:

[www.talklikeapirate.com]

<Spend considerable amount of time outside the perimeter fence explaining to Speckles that it would be utterly wrong to re-enter the Treehouse by the Triumphant Arch as, despite a very lengthy absence, we have utterly failed to return with either Violet Moon or Battenburg cake.>

<Realise Speckles is absolutely not listening and has started yet another monologue about his outstanding performance in Hamlet.>

<Prise Old Boiler away from the keyhole and lift latch to side gate.>

<Settle gratefully on the tartan rug beside a mercifully speechless CR and reflect that four months of Speckle's lengthy reminiscences, is four months more than anybody could reasonably be expected to endure.>

Has pondered on what 'being outside the fence' means.

Has contemplated theory that universe is infinite but bounded

If so then we are all outside the fence

wanders off to create snake pie which will be marked by 'sssssss'



reedited to get my 'Rs' into gear.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/28/2011 03:35AM by bunyip.

<Offers Geg pie and tea>

<Hands Geg Piccallilli, points out label>

<Enjoys pie, enjoys tea, is very upset to be blamed for inexplicable loss of VM>
<Recognises hand writing on jar and lobs it over Perimeter fence in general direction of OB.>
< Shows CR lovely collection of even socks found on travels>

<Eyes last pie nervously as CR seems to be looking hungry again.>
<Consults Treehouse map looking for the "front page", the last known sighting of VM who is bound to have cake.>