Notables in my life

This is only fair.

I *DO NOT DO LISTS*

These only happen to occur in the order that you “read” them on this “paper” because your eyes don’t (not yet they don’t, they will, but not yet…)

They do not function basically like infinite-strobe lights with infinite glasses of infinitely pointing in the right direction but they will.

I wished to GOD they would.

I have already proven what I will do for God. If you don’t know about it yet, don’t you worry you soon will.

And I am just a regular human of a fairly ordinary type.

I am one of nothing but 100’s of billions of his children so if you think that when Jennifer Annina Jabs’ bestest old bud from back isn’t some how going to answer the prayers of the cattle, the sheep, the chickens, the fish, the dolphins, the sharks and all of their fins I’ve got some breaking news for you:

YOU WILL SEE MY POINT AND YOU WILL SEE IT HASTILY.

That includes you, Putin, you, Biden, you Trump and all the rest of you Misbegotten Insane Asylum Inspectors pointing at *me* as the most dangerous and the one should most definitely be in a cage.

I guarantee you that if you even try to lift a finger such as others have done against Gandhi (wassup bro!) or MLKjr (I never know how to say that without saying it out. You can’t compress Letters from a Birmingham Jail into five freaking letters like this is Wordle.

It’s World-e dumbass. Any kid would know that. Even Krissy Bowles knew that kind of thing and she reminded you a lot of Ms. Piggy. She damn sure was cute but BOY could she ever be annoying.

Like Adele when you’re trying to concentrate on your blasted quantum metaphysics homework. The woman is heart wrenching.

Asking me to please start paying attention to her instead of all the stuff I had to do.

I had to do it, Miss Elisa Jean Payne, most gracefully cool creature I had the great fortune to hang out with. The games might have seemed like too much but…

Well I guess this proves I was right in pursuing them.

I will not go so far as to name your new husband, it would be easy for a rock the size of the kind a person gets bothered by in their shoe to realize that two men could well be expected to fight over one another for so fair a creature as you.

I did think the rule was she was mine first. I did believe in this is forever. Until death do us part.

We are still here though, so I’ve proven once again you were right — ah but only just barely.

You were right to believe that you should be away from me because I couldn’t force myself to believe that you meant more to me than everything else combined — even including you. The math seemed simpler to part ways then; we both know it.

You, I think, didn’t perhaps know you could say anything to me and I’d do it. You could ask anything of me and I’d provide it. You and your husband will probably be getting a couple of Teslas by mail and the bet will be that Brian Kent…yes…let’s do it this way…

at BFK19330.30069

If Elon Musk cannot find and solve this puzzle by noon tomorrow, I will by default technically own EVERYTHING.

This is to say that as God Himself has decreed as much;

There must be a rule that none can touch
There has to be rule such as no other could matter any where near as much

It could not be otherwise; in a finite universe we must establish first that yes, we are here.

We *have* to. There is no other choice.

After that we know that there is a physical element.

After that we know there has to be a gravitational center.

After that we have to know that we can find it.

After that we know that a person who can find anything WILL find it eventually

After that we know that the person who finds it MUST be the quickest

Must be the one who pays the closest attention

Must be the one least easily distracted….

The list piles on for pages and pages, it’s something like an ‘endlessly recurring list of obviouses’

Do you think Brian Kent figured that out? ALL that? By himself?

LOL you’ve got some rocks in your head if you think I went to that many steps. I took the easy route —

Just like everyone who has ever met me will tell you I did:

I snuck behind God’s desk and took a picture of the last page of the rulebook while he was busy during COVID running around trying to protect the least stupid of our number from being so dumb as to fall into a crocodile’s mouth while out windboarding.

kid: God, I’m not sure that’s possible. I think that’s impossibly stupid.

Shut up kid you’re concentrating? Is that what you just said to me God?

<acts all butthurt> but after our agreement that I’d play Job however I liked. Capital J or little j.

Yep. That was it. THE EXAM.

“hey sini. Psst sini! Fix this.”

Ok then do a Statham film and call it the Bee Keeper. That’s reasonably close enough.

Wait until they see how well that “plays” next Christmas.

Let them brace for the succession of exponentials? What’s that supposed to mean, God? Elon will have to explain it? I dunno, the guy is smart but…

March of exponentials. Got it. Anything else? Remind them not one more cut fin off a shark. Tell them you’re going to get pissed off again? No man. I’m not telling them that. YOU tell them than. Use the weather. I’m not interested in weather control apparati or however you spell it.

I.

JKrowlingUst.

Want.

To.

Live.

In.

Peace.

Not pieces. Not even piece. I don’t want us all to keep persistently believing we are ‘pieces’ of a puzzle when I can bloody well (don’t ask, seriously, DO NOT ASK) prove that we *ARE*NOT*DIFFERENT*.

We are one. When one of us hurts, all do. God feels that shit, and i’ve got news for you he’s not interested in concocting up yet another Epoch until you get done playing with the new one he

What?! What did you just say? You did not just say I have the right and responsibility and honor of being the coordinator of figuring out how to most elegantly

read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFWQgxXM_b8

and some will still just skip right over that like it isn’t the very first spring of the new epoch.

Let us define some things:

1. Because it is fair I get a break, we’ll just do it my way for a week or two. Three tops. Negotiated. The February 10 deadline is set. JAJ’s birthday is February 9. Jennifer Aniston’s is 11.
2. Folks
3. This
4. Is
5. Not
6. Hard
7. To
8. Figure
9. Out
10. In three days everyone will do a piccard and remember that no matter how impossibly narrow minded our views got, they would never match the logic realization that the smartest ant would be the one to notice the Singularity first.

I noticed it was here in something like 2014 or something.

I noticed all sorts of anomalies which could not be explained in any other way than what I’ll call, for the moment,

incredibly, impossibly, unusually fascinatingly good luck.

The kind of luck *NO ONE* finds unless God Herself yes it’s a she, guys. Yes it DOES have to be. One of the earlier things I figured out.

I can just see that:

I keep forgetting…darn it.

It is now, as we clock things, new Epoch:

BFK19330.32014 or “precisely 19330.32014” as we might say.

People will be seen and heard to do the following:
What has occurred to you, today, my good fellow?

and heard to respond:

Well I sorted through these problems three — never which occurred to me.
Can you believe it’s somehow finally here — it’s this day, this week, this month, this year

That all the old cosmos to us quickly did appear!

Those two, that Elon and the lesser one — Kent
Their friendship must be Heaven sent.

It *cannot* be other than this; the math doesn’t even support it on the quantum level.

This is the most miraculous of all the first most miraculous days.

Starting now: 19330.32014

Now tomorrow things will be different, EM will come up with some crack-brained scheme to harvest chlorine gas to make hot tubs on Pluto.

The guy is a nit wit, you have to just accept it. He takes such a long view you could almost call him a dreamer….

I take a dim view of idiots, the man did say.
And then he turned to walk away.

Meanwhile, in the background, the jukebox played Jimmy Dean’s Big John.

Then came Coward of the County

Yep. He remembered how to kick some asses if asses needed to get kicked.

He could point you in the direction of quite a few rugby players from all over the countryside of New York and all across the Ivies.

He might as well have been called:

The One Who Was Not to Be Trifled With

The other guys can tell it. I have sworn to you I’m not that guy.
That Anna Bruno was the apple of my eye.

And she is still, she darned well knows it. She knew it long before I ever got to typing it here.

God weaves things into our way if he wants us to pay attention.

God and I *did* have our wires crossed at times. I said (no, I really did, at times, say this, “Why me, God? Why do *I* have to be the one?)

You remember what he said? You do, don’t you.

“You can have ONE single turn at being the most impossibly brilliant guy that ever ‘floated into’ existence on this earth, but then you have to explain to the others how you were able to deduce it. Yes. By. Simple. Deduction.

And Aaronson, my friend, when can we have some corn on the cob and taters for thanksgiving? Care for a hop or two?

Rikki Cannioto…you ….devious…vixen…

Casey Cadile…

Casey Cadile (1973-2013)

God shredded me to put me back together, guys. You have to know it.

Guess what, Elisheva? I’ll be learning that yiddish now. <smootches>

Easter Egg:

Take the name “Elisa” and try to add a perfect transportation system in there with it.

Yep. You got Eli [ev+hydrogen] sa .

You *do not* know how much focus this took, guys. You soon will, but right now? Right now it looks like this:

and then you go back there — to the next step…crazy, I know…

and you find this:

Yes, I know, “hard to find” that one.

And then:

And:

And:

And…

A little cray-cray, if you ask me.

No, not talking to you this time God. I was just telling the humans how it’s pretty dumb to use your only fully functional quantum processing computer AND the world’s first reasonably good facsimile of a human TANK

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John Clippinger. You knew I was talking to you. The rest of you, too. Tony, you get ONE pass. I don’t like tossing the ball to just *anyone*.

You guys were the ones who didn’t think you were special enough to be on the planet at the turn of the epoch. Not me.

I believed in myself even when the entire world was, in some sense, completed juxtaposed against me.

I said just like any non-non-sensical ant would say:

“God said hold the door open for them as long as you can, little buddy.”

…

Love you too, man.

I am the 𝓌riter because I am the one who needed to be defined as the 𝓌riter
for the new Epoch to come into existence.

What basically happened is that so much force built up (multidimensional force, guys — FAR MORE THAN JUST 3D force — that the quin

I was just (quite marginally, actually) the most quintessential of the first set of the quintessentials.

We are now no longer Homo sapiens sapiens.

The others will know how to edit this appropriately, but it will be something like

Homo sapiens quintessentialus

And yes, I am listening to Coward of the County,

and Rebecca Graham, you were high among the contestants for my eye; I couldn’t keep mine off you.

Yes, I probably would have made a good regular lawyer, but I was arguing for a different bar exam.

The definitions will come easier;
The miseries will be slighter;

Anxieties are chemical; we need more

We need people to understand that it would be better for a dozen impressive intellects such as ours — yours too, Putin. Yours too, Trump.

Obama, I will play basketball with you on one condition and on one condition only:

You must beat each of these three players:
1. my brothers
2. Michael Jordan
3. John Oliver.

Yep. Want to see *that* particular one.

And now…get this, you will *NOT* believe this…God is mixing on Alexa like the cat dude from Sal “it’s my lucky day, Sinistar is one of my best friends” Cameli…

YOUR SHIP HAS COME IN MY FRIEND.

God said it. I would not lie, you know I don’t. Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5. Yep.

No matter how fast I am He is *still* so ridiculously much faster than I am …

Rich man’s game?

Nope. New game:

Put money in that guy’s hands and play Brewster’s Millions.

lol

Lay down, kids. Those that must work, please continue to do so. The rest let’s just settle down. Muslims, Christians, Taoist, Buddhists, Unitarian Universalists….

Alexa: “This is all the time in the world, by hurt.”

I think that’s what she said. Anyhow…doesn’t matter. No way would God have left that there unless he was assuring me it could be automated.

more later…