A nothingburger mogul and a broken blog
Shattered on September 27, 2026.
You… need the whips and the furs? Well, so do I.
It was nearing completion—the highly secretive Great Catch-Up. This twaddle right here was twickled out yesterday! It was the nearest twaddle I had twickled in months! In months!! The nearest to now! Right now. No, not right now—maybe later. I’m busy eating another stick of butter.
This very much echoes the region of critical slowing down present in a dynamical system after its equilibrium states have disappeared due to a change in the system (a bifurcation).
Thursday—a good day. My nothingburger mogul neighbor offered me some parnfest-flaster noodles to sample. They tasted like old tires drowned in cheap catsup and spiced with dish soap. I politely told him and asked for more. He gave me another batch. The second batch at least tasted like new tires. I ate them greedily. I wondered how the man had made a billion dollars hawking nothingburgers when his tire & soap noodles were so much better.
Friday—a bad day. Returning to my computering room after a vigorous bout of ribbitting and mooing with my huzzey-muffet, I sat down at my blog to twickle out another entry. But I tripped on the goat’s nest of extension cords under my desk, pumbled bloudly, and knocked my blog over with my nose. The window was open and out my blog went. It shattered into a million pieces on the steps below.
You… need the whips and the furs? Well, so do I.