Even though I haven't been participating...well done, crowphoenix =P
So It's Connecting Now
(around the earthly cycle whatever you called it yesterday)
But He said no. I don't know why. He said no then no (and no). He said "No" so many times there was sort of No thing. It was -- I can't describe it. It was just a creature, a No Thing. I patted the No thing there and there and there until it said yes.
Noo. I don't think it said yes
intentionally . It said yes because that's the first thing that comes to mind. Do you want a cola fizzy sweet? Yes. Do you drive cars? Yes. Do you die and come back alive again twice, then die then go to heaven once, then die and go up the karmic ladder several times before dying completely? Yes. So he said yes in that way.
The brick tower had a point (It was made up of bricks, and if you looked at them you would see that they were arranged all typically-brick like, like a grid, but with all the rows messed up and jangled so it doesn't align, it's satisfying when you put it on paper).
The No Thing did not say yes when I asked him that question.
The question went like this. I, for once, thought before thinking. I didn't just spurt out the first thing to come to mind. I did all that abdominal breathing, breath in through nose hmmph hmmph hmmph, -pause - mpmphmpmphmphmphmp -exhale- aaaaaaaaaah. Then I looked at No Thing with my soul all aligned Buddhist-like and asked that question:
"sdfpsdpfsidfoi02r923f2fd?"
Lucky I did the abdominal breathing stuff, otherwise before No Thing answered I would have butt in. I have a habit of butting in, everyone says so. I ask them things like "What do you think of so and so" and they're like "A-" and then I go
"Yes I know but what do you REALLY think," and they're like "Buh" and I slap my hand their knee and go. "Okay. We're two honest people here."
And they're like "Cu-"
And I go "Okay. I don't think I can hack this anymore" and I walk out the door thinking why people just aren't honest and then they think (I KNOW THIS) that I never let them finish. If it were No Thing, before he'd say yes I'd butt in, which is a justified butt-in because he says yes anyway but STILL. I did not butt in and let him answer, and boy, was I thankful for it. So I asked:
"sdfpsdpfsidfoi02r923f2fd?"
And he replied:
"But the thing is."
I was ecstatic. I jumped up and hit the light bulb and smacked it and glass went everywhere, so for the next few days we had to plant encyclopedias all around the bedroom floor and navigate the room by jumping from one to the other. We had "The Dorsling Kindersley Encyclopedia About Animals" on the floor which let us get to the book case, and I jumped on it and fell, and No Thing and I agreed that the encyclopedia did it to us on purpose, because it was jealous that I was looking for other books and that I had used it to step upon. Unfortunately, it ended up cutting its nose to spite its face, because when it tossed me onto the floor like that, I fell onto one of those light bulb shards and cut my hands, and blood went on the book, it was just a little blood but enough blood to stain the "En" and "Pedia" part of the title. So now it was "The Dorsling Kindersley Cyclo About Animals."
Oh, but I am not bitter. I am not a council estate parent. Or, I don't hold grudges because my mind is not built that way. So No Thing and I said to the Dorsling Kindersey Cyclo, "See, you should never do something out of anger, because it'll get you in the end."
We agreed to fix it.
"What do you think a
Cyclo About Animals would be like, No Thing," I asked him.
"Yes," said No Thing.
I sighed and had that teary feeling. Like, you feel you're about to cry but you're not. It's that little itchy sensation above your cheeks. Because it was like we had backtracked. I felt the urge to go back to myself, to interrupt (There was no-one speaking to interrupt at that PRECISE MOMENT, but I entertained the idea of asking a question JUST to interrupt it), but I said no. So I decided that I could not deal with two babies, Cyclo About Animals and No Thing, so No Thing would have to go away.
"Would you get out of my sight and never come back again?" I said.
"Yes," said No Thing andnd tottered out of the room. He poked himself on some glass in the process, and yelped little pain-filled: "Yes" (Which I found embarassing), but I said
"Get out of my sight" and he said yes and quickened the pace.
So I was left with Cyclo About Animals, who was traumatised by the recent argument and I said, "No, No Thing has had his chance. Today is about you." So I thought how we could make Cyclo About Animals what it said on the book, so when the inevitable time came when he has to go to a charity shop that he would be bought, because it must be awful being charity shop books or second hand books which are stained with soup and curry and sauces, giving the phrase 'page-turner' a new meaning because you're speed-reading in order get
away from that potential poo smear in the top right corner. I flicked through Cyclo About Animals and read through the content that was now invalid. It went like this:
Zebras
Zebras are stripy horses that trot along, some stripes are black and zigzaggdical, and some stripes are white and zigzaggdical. They eat grass. For Zebras in media, see The Lion King. The Zebra in The Lion King looks appetising, and has inspired Zebra cuisine in the arctic. Zebra glazed with honey and sprinked all quaint like, sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle nuts -- a favourite in many a! many a! country. Their natural habitat is the plains and the savannah and where all the predators can eat them. Again like Lion King.
"Yeah, it's a pity," I said, shaking my head. "It's a pity all of this is gone to -- BUT! But we'll fix it, Cyclo About Animals. We'll fix it, let's just move to another room."
So we did.
"So, what would Cyclo About Animals contain. In one sense," And I bit my lip and giggled -- yes,
giggled to myself because I was being all logical and making sense for once. In column A and column B and all of that, oh, look at me. "In one sense, Cyclo could be considered (look at me using long words) a shortened colloqialificationised version of Encylopedia. So the silver lining is that you can still contain your encyclopedia stuff, but we'd just have to colloquialify it. Right."
So I went into the cupboard and got out all my pens and tippex, and opened Cyclo About Animals, and went to the Zebra page again. I added a few 'yo's' there (They eat yo yo grass. For Zebras in yo yo media see yo yo The Lion King. Zebra glazed with yo yo honey and sprinked all quaint like, sprinkle sprinkle yo yo nuts). I dropped a few bras' "Ze delicacy" and a few "Zes" Bra glazed with honey. Then I slapped myelf in the face (and got tip-ex all over it) because I could have went for the Northerner thing. Because they're always talking about up north and.
Put t'table on t'market. Don't cross t'zebra crossing until you're sure that t'driver has seen you. Otherwise you're gonna be run over like t'zebra that was there in t'first place.
But Cyclo About Animals didn't like it. He said,
"Yeaaas, but...you seee, and. Weelll. As an encyclopedia I considered myself educated and such things of that matter, etcetera, shifting the paradigm, video games have much worse stories than the worst novel or television show, etc, so I do not like that slant you have taken"
"Mm," I said. Abdominal breathing. Hmmmmmmmm. Hooooooooo. Hmmmmmm. Hooooo.
"So fix me in some other way."
What? As if I owed him this! I had been enduring the pain from the splinter all this time. The nerve! Hmmmmmm. Hoooooo. I got up and went for my plan B which I had ALL this time. I went in the cupboard and got out all the stuffed animals that I had rolled around with as a child, and arranged them in a circle.
"This would be a Cyclo of animals, maybe?" I said. DK's Cyclo of Animals looked at the animals in a circle and said, "So?"
I looked at the circle of animal toys. Fluffy the Hen. Gertrude the Cheetah. Obifame Onukawunde the Spider. Zhang Xi the Alligator. Husam Khan the Kangaroo. I saw his point. But then! Cycle! Cyclo! I did the circle motion again, but quicker!
"The Earth doesn't spin that fast," said DK. "And cycle is not
cyclo."
"Cyclone then," I said. I tried to move the animals in a circle, by shifting one left a bit, then the other next to it. You know.
oo
o o
o o
oo
And with the arrows in that direction. But I couldn't do it nearly as fast enough as to make a cyclone.
"Cyclone! But -- yes, I know what you're going to say. Cyclo, not Cyclo. But but, Cyclo is like a shorter colloquiaszislised version of Cyclone!"
I picked up Obifame Onukawunde the Spider and said one 'yo' before coming to my senses and putting him down
very quickly.
I was well and truly stumped.
"Well?" said Cyclo of Animals. "Quick, I am having an existential crisis! Who Am I, Where Am I! Hurry! What have you got?"
The pain of the glass shard did not compare to the pain I was feeling now. I looked at Cyclo and said, "No Thing."
"Yes?"
No Thing came through the window -- oh, you should have seen how happy he was. That kind of -- it's just happiness, you know. That inner, scrunchy gajooly, inner gagaga I want to just spray it out of my soul-pores happiness. And you know what? So was I.
"No Thing!" I said, standing alert. "Do you have the solution to Cyclo's problem?"
"YES." said No Thing, and then paused for a second. He grabbed a marker, glanced at the
oo
o o
o o
oo
formation of animal toys, then added ps on the end of Cyclo on Dorsling Kindersley's Cyclo of Animals. Then opened the book and scribbled one eye out of each animals and many many eyes on some insects -- which was uncomfortable because I have an insect phobia but I got through it through abnominal exercises. Then we got to the Zebra page aain which was difficult because the photo was taken of just one side. We were gonna skip it, then Cyclo of Animals said,
"My readers are very skeptical -- have discerning eyes. I can see a lot of mail being sent to the publishers pointing out that a page of encyclopedia has somehow slipped into this book of Cyclos that they spent a hundred pounds on. And debate and furore is good, but I'd rather it be over the in-depth information found in my insides. The Cyclo part, basically."
"Yes," said No Thing. So No Thing wrote this:
Another tip was added that if you speak to zebras you have to stand adjacent. Like rabbits -- they can't look straight forward! Rabbits and other animals with eyes at the side of their heads have three heads. The blank head, which is the one without an eye, which is the one we look at by default. But it's useless unless you can telepathically communicate with the rabbit! That's why the rabbit is puffing its nose up and down because the receive signal is set to ON, but most people can't send telepathic waves, you see.
The rabbit's thinking
"Receiving! Receiving! I'm not getting an-- receiving! Receiving! Oh, is that Receiving! Receiving"
Then it gets so frustrated that it turns around and splashes its number one in your face.
(So on a day to day basis, stand in front of its left head and right head)
I was so pleased with Cyclo that I almost lost myself in joy. But both joy and misjoy are suffering, so I did abdominal breathing again, and I had done it so many times that I was able to look into myself. Then having looked in myself, I looked out again at No Thing and smiled. So I asked:
"dsfsdf9sd-fgi-rt23r23?"
"Yes," said No Thing. And I smiled at him, and I Knew.