Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, And, after the soft ascent, Thrust out our heads above the branches To wonder at the unfailing stars. Out of confusion, as the way is, And the wonder, that man knows, Out of the chaos would come bliss. That, then, is loveliness, we said, Children in wonder watching the stars, Is the aim and the end. Being but men, we walked into the trees. — Dylan Thomas

They was apprehended with their pants down by the selfies they took at the end of their tether when they barely could consummate a simple handshake. The beans said it was astrooloogically impossible for the house to take a loss, but there he was, a paulbearer at his own funeral. He died with his boots on of idiopathic uncertainty compounded with Doctor Brain’s diarrhea.

So an Embryo, being freed from that vegetable life which it enjoyed in the mother’s womb, obtains another more perfect life, by its birth and coming into the light of the world.

They wasn’t sure what to make of themselves. They’d been inflated with self esteem but no overflow valve. Any idiot could see they were living in a fantasy world of their own makings.

But they had seminal endearing properties. Two bits on the barrelhead. Time for cheese and crackers.

The old lady was sawing logs when I hit the sack, fit as a fiddle and twice as sound.

These are the nights when a man falls on his way to the woodshed and they find him in the spring.

The days when a woman stirs in the kitchen and the creature comes out the lagoon. Loud in his hosannas and so help me god all fish hooks.

It is little now remembered that the professor who discovered how to traffic in consciousness, and opened a loophole in the Peter Principal leading to panics in futures, was also the author of Idiot’s Guide to Cosmic Rays. Upon acceptance of the Nobel Prize in home economics, he cursed to the depths of depressions all the gods but the sun god.

This research was originally pubished as “Anal leakage caused by synthetic lard,” in the Journal of Bygone Days, by Machamo de Assis.

“I’d really like to get into your head.” That famous phrase from the work that earned Putin Plutinio the Nobel Prize in 1952 was analyzed by a team from the Fermi Institute; their conclusions were inconclusive, so the results were never published. But in 1976 a doctoral student at the Sorbonne stumbled upon the unpublished analysis. The upshot was earthshattering.

xppq is a tool which transforms an XML file to another XML file, following directives inserted directly in the source XML file. This directives allow to handle macros, to affect value to variables and to test their values, to include files… In a glance, xppq aims to be to XML what cpp is to C/C++.

Download xppq at the Free Software Directory and packages of the Epeios XML preprocessor (XPPq) at q37.info.

Hans Brinkner going on his sabbatical to study up for the priesthood. He hoped to get his hands on some of those nuns in all their budding beatitudes. “I’ll dictate the sermon on the mount, ex post facto,” he said in gest.

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I missed my sailing and had the wind knocked out of me. I missed my calling and lost all my cattle. I missed my departure but I’ll catch it on the reruns. I missed my water, I had something on the brain. I missed my class, but came in the middle. My second cousin once removed never reappeared.

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