Sex and the numbers? That why you're reading this, amigo?
There isn't any. At least so far as I've been able to discover, there isn't. But I hang out over on the metaphysical side of the forum street. Might be that over there with the rocket scientists, the adders and subtractors, the wheel-dealers, maybe they've found it, but they're keeping it a secret.
Closest I've ever heard of anyone getting that far away was an apocryphal story in the '50s about a floor-show in Ciudad Juarez with a woman and a jackass. Which isn't getting a lot closer to sex with numbers, but it's still far enough away from sex with people of your own species to give pause.
So. Wossname, BigLoooser's system is loose on the world. I went there and couldn't make heads or tails of how to get it to go beyond the number 31, along with some other shortcomings in my intellectualness allowing me to get filthy rich from his method and pretend I'm the hmmmm King of Sheba, Nero, Michael Wossname Jackson, whatever the football player's name was who cut his Goldilox wife's head almost off and got away with it, lots of others I'm not going to be able to imitate and maybe REALLY get my life all bolloxed up. Too bad.
Anyway, I've got my Powerball tickets for tonight, came home and began working on the drawing for the 13th. Discovered to my horror that it looks as though the numbers I picked for the draw tonight stand a lot more terribler probability of hitting on Wednesday. At least that was my initial once over-lightly appraisal of the number/draw date/which-draw-of-the-month-it-is combo.
This business of thinking 2-3 draws in advance is a thing that needs a lot of work and understanding. I'm obviously not there yet.
Windy outdoors. Spend quite a while getting my windchimes to collide with one another without going that extra mile and tangling up all hell to breakfast. Not sure whether it was a success. 60 degrees outside with a 90 mile an hour wind gives a wind chill factor of roughly 34 degrees below zero, plus/minus 3.92 degrees, depending on the gusts.
If I had a kite I think I'd go fly it. But failing that, I thinks I might just go fly the llama next door.