Greetings Earthlings,
I have crossed the depths of space in my tinfoil ship driven by a great porpoise (who goes by the name of Trevor the Pretty Awesome) to “talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings.”
My constant companion has been my co-pilot Hans Solo. I fear this long, long journey has taken its toll on him. He has grown strangely quiet of late and seems to have shrunk to less than a foot long and turned to plastic (a lesser known side effect of near-light speed travel). He also appears to be missing his trousers and, horror of horrors, his wedding tackle. Princess Leia is in for a disappointment. The royal line will be sadly short.
On my interstellar journey from my home planet of Febfastia I have pondered such questions as “If pods are for peas why aren’t dolphins green and round?” Or why the gods or science decided that the brussel sprout was a good idea. And what on earth is the point of the mosquito? And are Tony Abbott’s ears real and if so can he fly? What is so important about string that people keep asking how long it is? And most important of all, if sense is so common why does dumb keep winning hand’s down?
I bring answers as well as questions. Do shoes have soles you ask? Of course they do – they are in touch with their inner fish.
And you can stop looking for black holes – they’re all around you. After all what is a black hole but something that sucks everything into, even time itself, and gives nothing back? You invented them years ago and called them committees.
But I digress. Trevor tells me not to forget my porpoise. If you wish to make a difference and bring peas to the dolphins please visit:
http://www.febfastfundraising.com.au/chris_jones_3
Nanu nanu.
So long and thanks for all the fish.
Bartislaartfast(Senior Porpoise Wrangler)
I have crossed the depths of space in my tinfoil ship driven by a great porpoise (who goes by the name of Trevor the Pretty Awesome) to “talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings.”
My constant companion has been my co-pilot Hans Solo. I fear this long, long journey has taken its toll on him. He has grown strangely quiet of late and seems to have shrunk to less than a foot long and turned to plastic (a lesser known side effect of near-light speed travel). He also appears to be missing his trousers and, horror of horrors, his wedding tackle. Princess Leia is in for a disappointment. The royal line will be sadly short.
On my interstellar journey from my home planet of Febfastia I have pondered such questions as “If pods are for peas why aren’t dolphins green and round?” Or why the gods or science decided that the brussel sprout was a good idea. And what on earth is the point of the mosquito? And are Tony Abbott’s ears real and if so can he fly? What is so important about string that people keep asking how long it is? And most important of all, if sense is so common why does dumb keep winning hand’s down?
I bring answers as well as questions. Do shoes have soles you ask? Of course they do – they are in touch with their inner fish.
And you can stop looking for black holes – they’re all around you. After all what is a black hole but something that sucks everything into, even time itself, and gives nothing back? You invented them years ago and called them committees.
But I digress. Trevor tells me not to forget my porpoise. If you wish to make a difference and bring peas to the dolphins please visit:
http://www.febfastfundraising.com.au/chris_jones_3
Nanu nanu.
So long and thanks for all the fish.
Bartislaartfast(Senior Porpoise Wrangler)