Comments on: The Opinions of an Alzheimer ridden Mathematician http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/ Baboon Logic - It's Godel proof! Mon, 14 Jun 2010 11:32:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Incorrigible Introvert http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/comment-page-1/#comment-43180 Incorrigible Introvert Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:22:35 +0000 http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/#comment-43180 Ah, I was the one at the receiving end! :) I have sometimes talked to blank chat windows. Once for over an hour! But never got blocked. :) Ah, I was the one at the receiving end! :)

I have sometimes talked to blank chat windows. Once for over an hour! But never got blocked. :)

]]> By: Anonick http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/comment-page-1/#comment-43173 Anonick Thu, 16 Oct 2008 13:14:14 +0000 http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/#comment-43173 Very nice. So did you get blocked or not? Very nice. So did you get blocked or not?

]]> By: jamminella http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/comment-page-1/#comment-5219 jamminella Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:45:28 +0000 http://baboonlogic.com/2007/06/29/the-opinions-of-an-alzheimer-ridden-mathematician/#comment-5219 At this time of year I always say Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly -- A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By a sky Palely and flamily Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes Dulled to a halt under bowlers. O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers At this time of year I always say

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly —

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers

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