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Originally Posted by GeoffC

Ah, but you've forgotten the obvious,

Pfft. It's like watching an uppity student explain to the inventor how the investor's machine works without ever listening or even taking off the rocker cover to look inside.

As Arbiter of Reality, let me state, categorically, and throughout every last nook and cranny of the Prime Zero Moment that is the one moment of Reality: you are wrong.

There are parties (plural). Take this as a given tenet of Partyology within the conceptual possibility of your chronologically-constrained mind. Disagreement or alternate theorising merely makes you look petulant.

You don't want to look petulant, do you, Geoff?

in your insistence on dividing and multiplying by zero. There is an infinite number of zeros in the Universe and even more beyond that. But is zero a 'prime' number - yeh, nay..

Zero is the prime number and the Prime Moment. There are Parties. The utter absence of relevant content to your theorising, the nullity of it, may explain why when you divide it all up you get your "divide by zero" error.

Your brilliant rhetoric, like most at parties, will , I'm sure, draw a riveted (sometimes literally: see Taylor and Nate) and fascinated audience at its existentialist post-modernistic, high-fallutin'ly, entertaininngly, humorous irrelevance, but its distraction from the procurement and preparation for the next party is doing very little to enable perfection of my placement of yourself at Yvan's Infinite Table. You're definitely looking at a Taylor-Adrian split, with a possible facement of Nate. I would suggest that your lack of simian robustness or automatonic exoskeletal impermeability would require a somewhat dangerous tipple of Zany Carters for a soft and squishy homo sapiens to obtain safe levels of Future Memory Resistance. What with the recent icecream requests, the Mind through which displaced attendance occurs could reach an error threshold (still at acceptable levels) that may even have that whole Oortwhale/Irukandji event a definite possibility for yourself.

Trouser-leg mathematics is so last/next/this year in its application to non-number party theory of the alternative reality which this Lounge and the party exists.

Oh, sweety, sweety, sweety. Although a distraction, my tolerance for your theorising has remained within acceptable bounds of choler due to its entertaining nature. It's like watching a relatively smart child try to perform brain surgery on a Neutron Star Sentience without any implements or prior knowledge of cosmology. I can admire and enjoy the intellectual development, though the potential for inadvertent self-harm in the attempt requires a reallocation of my concentration to ensure your safety that I find it difficult to lend at the moment.

However, to presume to impinge any kind of perjorative judgement against my mastery of the Structure of Fashion Dynamics as they relate to and form Reality is to place a step ever closer to the brink and trip into the ravenous hunger of the exo-Universal Betwixtworld, a dark place completely unsuited to meatbags (Cthulhu has a cottage there, by the Silly String Sea).

The day that I allow a temporal carbon-base like yourself to critique my intrinsic and fundamental sense of Fashion Dynamics will be the day that I open the Betwixtworld up to satiate its hunger on Reality.

Consider this a friendly...suggestion. There are far far worse things than winding up in the belly of an Oortwhale trying to keep ones head above the excruciating anger of a swarming school of angry Dark Matter Irukandji. One would naturally hope your presumptuous and unfair effrontery does not set you a course down a trouser-leg into those blacker-than-black consequences of ultimate undesire.

What, then, of the skirt (or even the kilt Scot/Maori)...stick that in your gibbon-theory and swing yourself across the rafters holding together the planetary web... Ice Cream comes at a premium and, in anycase, it does not travel well between dimensions to or fro from/to this multi-party that is really the same party...

"Gibbon-theory"? You did notice that, unlike yourself, I do not hold "theories", but arbite realities, didn't you? That's no "theory" in the rafters, but an actual, real-life, gibbon (somewhat embellished and uplifted physically and mentally through his travels through innumerable Reality Distortion Fields and Mind). His invisibility has no concurrence with the inertial swing of his inadvertent violence, and he has a particularly strong bugbear about being referred to as "a theory".

"Planetary web"...ahh, well, perhaps this "planetary" focus explains things. Within the relative nanoscule scale of "planets", the scope of your "theorising" is probably most brilliant. I'm sure you'll be most entertaining at the Party.

btw, I've sold 83.5 tickets to it, so far, this party that is, not the next or the previous. shall we offer a prize in a raffle...

Hmm, a scalper at an invite-only party. I am not displeased; it adds to your charm (matters above notwithstanding). There will be a meat-raffle, of course. I have yet to determine what I mean by "meat-raffle", and I am currently in consultation with Cthulhu and PETA.

I hope this has cleared things up, Geoff.

Remember, and I brook no further argument:

- there are Parties
- your theorising is entertaining, though incorrect
- I am Arbiter of Reality - everything is whatever I say it is
- don't question my Fashion Dynamics Sense....ever!
- bring a friend

Cheers,
Marc