Thursday, September 21, 2006


The bee dives right in! Just like the herds of content hungry animal fetishists, jonesing for cute imagery, just gotta keep that media monkey entertained.

Heroically advancing through the avalanching adversity, the entangling entropy, and the dully thundering details of distraction, Modulator works to sooth our feverously hungry need for virtual critter hugs. It will be Friday Ark # 105, solace sweet, and welcome.

And what do we have here? This is a great opening line:

The caudal appendage is a cat's pride.

Carnival of the Cats #131 will be at houseofchaos. I'm so there.

All are on stage. Where are you?

Thursday, September 14, 2006


Sabaki and Tinker keep watch. They are of two minds about Information Theory. Sabaki thinks that Richard Hamming is God - Tinker insists that the Thundering Patriarch of Info is Claude Elwood Shannon.

Find out who is right, this friday, when the Friday Ark # 104 attains some large fraction of speed of flights of feline fancy (and assorted catfood categories) at that look! up in the sky! it's Modulator website thingie.

Menanwhile, within a light cone of intersecting ice creams cults, Carnival of the Cats #130 will be with zero and infinite entropy definitely located at high velocity sitting quietly within the future president and his thoughts, i.e. at Justin's Random Thoughts.

Just saying.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


It's the dog days for the kitties - they've just been lying around like piles of mud, poised uninterestingly, and not even snoring. Sabaki suggested outsourcing and the Forest Spider volunteered to host this Bedlamite Disbursement of Explanatory Factoids, undermining the Will of the Paper, and in Support of Stochastic Capitalization.

(I've been reading Mason & Dixon by Thomas Pynchon, a wildly entertaining romp delving into the Cleaving of the Subjunctive by the Precision Apparati of Astronomy. And seemingly Random Capitalization. I recommend the Book Highly.)

Stepping back into less selfconsciousness, like something more comfortable help yourself to a drink, there's inevitably the sheer exploratory delight to be found in the Friday Ark, this one styled 103, held most regularly in that user friendly space Modulator.

Meanwhile, this week, in the I-never-met-a-U-joint-I-didn-'t-like never-never-land of the Carnival of the Cats, we find (by groping around in the dark little box) why it's #129, perched skillfully within the future of Begin Each Day As If It Were on Purpose.

Hmm, I'm with Poe on this one:

With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion.

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