To those who claim to speak for the anonymous

Casual rule: if you're going to set both sides against the middle, don't announce your plans.

You know, like groups that stake claims for terrorist acts - only the officially-approved terrorist groups are going to get credit.

Can someone take over this species for a while?  Running the parallel universe of a blog is pretentiously limiting.

You'd think that seven billion different personalities (based off a small set of personality/cultural types) would be enough to keep me entertained.

Instead, like the way I figured out how to create, using standard test forms, unique tests for every student in my classes, having fun watching students try to cheat off one another and failing because they did not know that the set and/or order of questions was different (one of my favourite tricks was putting a "not" in the middle of some students' true/false questions and not others), I have found that, creating a bunch of these parallel blogs across the Internet, with paragraphs rearranged and sentence structure/logic tailored to subcultures/languages, the pebbles in the pond are creating a stone island and artificial reefs.

Too bad the environment is too hot to produce a new tropical paradise in the tropics.  Canadian beaches are cheap and ready for reef development if you don't mind winters that are still a little cold today.

I stir the pot after computing all the possible chemical interactions, allowing for random changes due to quantum effects I don't measure.

If you're going to buy a laptop computer in which the memory (HD/SSD) has been wiped clean, don't go around asking strangers about installing your own illegal copy of an OS - you stand out like a sour gumball.

Can I talk about what you can't see or face the facts there's not a language that'll explain to our combination of states of energy what states of energy are really all about?

Welcome to "The Right Is Priced!"

Generations from now, when these bones are dust, ashes from the funeral pyre of a great leader will fan the lanes of corduroy lines that shifting bands of air pressure we call wind have found.

Archaeologists will analyse tubes of Bob Barker shaving cream as well preserved as any aged starlet.

Laser-guided golf balls will make holes-in-one par.

Sport coats will sport tissue box dispensers with pockets for recycling composters bearing posters of sports stars sportingly tearing tissues while pushing envelopes across finish lines.

Legislators will debate humour in the first degree.

Hotel and house cleaners will host hotelier house guests with names like Jose de Jesus Rodriguez, may he rest in peace.

Stacked rows of rowers and bikers will replace horsepower as horsepower for long-distance haulers when switchgrass is no longer cost-effective fodder for fuel-starved iron horses.

A strawberry picker attracts magnates like magnets.

Lithuania petitions the U.S. not to abolish the apparent population redistribution sewn into social security payments for expats populating lithe housing estates.

Stonecutters slice off their spite to face their noses.

The price of eggs in China is no yolk.

Swiss yodelers form barbershop quartets in Peruvian Thai bazaars Bavarian-style.

Bizarre though it may be, Byzantine Ovaltine cup sales extrude Trudy's trunks through troughs to take microfiber development to new peaks in valleys.

A missile silo becomes a home for war orphans.

Bald female board members make bold statements.

That's tomorrow's news today. Now, back to yesterday again once more.