Morning blogsters:

Beautiful morning here, though the humidity's a bit high for my tastes.  But the humor of fall's in the air running footraces with the green tomatoes and unripened peppers to see which gets there first, maturity, or premature ejaculation.  But the pecan trees out back believe there's a bit of innocence left to be lost yet before the truly cold weather sets in.

It's hard to fool a pecan tree, mostly.

Plodding along here, exploring the histories of red ball hits every way I can think of, but it's slow going.  The human mind's an arrogant place for the soul to reside.  There's a lot of physical baggage to be hauled along, including the sometimes misplaced confidence that any puzzle, once a pattern can be observed, can be solved.

Sometimes the arrogance pays dividends, sometimes not, but there doesn't appear to be any way to know in advance whether it will or not, until the energy of exploration's been expended.

Which is to say, it's slow going, trying to make sense of what those red balls are up to.

But I'd say those of you who are premium members, who also have a good knowledge of how to do database systems ought to be able to figure all this out.  It's just too obvious, if you can get into the mindset that these lotteries are not behaving independently, that there's a fixed system at work.

But, of course, that's crazy talk.  No such thing happening.

Just happens to be what I'm spending my energies sorting through at the moment.  What seems obvious to me is frequently chaos to people who know more about everything.

Jack