I feel like a giant when I whizz off of outhouse rock and it has a ziip sound when it returns home after cuddling my deft fingers; that's the sound my boom-a-rang makes when I flip it in the air and catch it. An abo made it for me many years ago when I visited the Outback. This flier is about four feet long from one end to the center and were you to measure it straight,it would come out about eight feet in length give or take. I once observed a couple of the abos get upset with one another, which is rare, but these two were pros with the boomarang. It was a very short dispute; one walked away with a limp and the other got burried. All in all, they are a gentle race of people just don't get their g-string in a twist and be the trouble maker!

 Thinking about whizzing---somehow, the Ohio programmers appear to be doing this with our number calculations of late. Time to go ancient and dig out my abacus plus a few other things that will allow us to think as they do(if that's what they do).  What's amiss is the super-randomness that doesn't exhist. This comment is always a tipoff to changes that are occuring as I peck on my keyboard. The other members of our group are now believers and listen to my rantings because I have placed the problems square in front where they can't miss and now they begin to see what is disturbing this old goat. A lottery game that has a trip sequence will hit that or those toggle switches and go off into the wild blue yonder, throwing carefully prepared programs out of whack. This isn't too awful bad but the trick is to have an idea of what the digits will come back as. I am halfway adaquate with this hard earned knowledge and no, I don't know it all, yet! Well, it's time to stop woolgathering and lubericate the greymatter.

Teufellj...