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Oh, my. This was all I could utter, as I stared at the pile of cheese laid out in front of me. Cheese, as you very well know, is a rare substance, and is currently worth more than gold.

apology

The previous posting was uncalled for and redundant. The author apologizes for the lack of entertainment that arose from the incident. However, in as such you may be entertained by this post, which would not have occurred without the first.

bill

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George nerdificial logirithm instead of cheeseilicious o my goodness feline foe fingleberry phi pi theta orangitangilic mathematicist rotunga rotunda tortuga amaryoo doodle cow store stone hedge instead omega sindareto rimbotra rotrutunga rotusalmarzo es tonto domingo instead robot rolli ging o mi bueness instead of off offer offering offering of cheese instead.

Frank was born. He grew up. He went to college. He bought a house. He bought a chair. Frank sat. He ate cheese. He wrote a thesis on cheese. He tested cheese. He made a household product out of cheese. He became rich. He donated money to a cheese test grant. He was married. He had four children. His four children got married. He bought a new house. He had seventeen grandchildren. Frank died.

forget about it.

Frank was glad and mad at the same time. He had the power to feel emotions.

The plan was simple: take the beast to a field and release it. Still, something lingered in my heart. The beast represented all that I held sacred, my beliefs, my trusts, and my desires. As I pondered the events of the last several months, I realize that the beast was myself. I had better start at the beginning, in the laboratory...

Research papers are the fun. Well, not exactly. It seems that every time I have a paper to write, I make elequent plans to "write it all on saturday from 8 a.m to 8 p.m." I then spend the first day lamenting the paper and just slacking off. Anyway, good evening and good luck to all you future activitums.