Sunday, March 19, 2006

68 92 12 63, 125

While having a typical Sunday walk on the Baltic Sea, I bumbed into some red plastic balls. I followed the line of the balls into the small island.

Wait, what is that? A hutch?

It is the lost children!
"Count the lost numbers!", they shouted.

I saw an old transmitter in the woods.

Which were the lost numbers?

Let's try 13 x 13 x 13 x 13,5 x 13 x 13,75 x 13 =
68 921 263, 125

Doesn't make any sense.
Weren't the lost numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42?

Oh why, oh why did I sleep during my maths lessons?
[Oh, I didn't. I was thinking how nicely tanned some teenage twat was.]

What if I divide the numbers?

68 921 263, 125 / 4 8 15 16 23 42 = 0,01431.

Blimey, it was this close to be 3,141!
[Well, the same numbers anyway.]

Now it is just zero, nought, nothing; as useless as this whole post.
Oh wait, it must be my IQ.
And it will be the Finland's final points in the Eurovision Song Contest 2006.


tiina said...

Hard rock hallelujah!
Should you go and sleep sometimes?

Dave said...

Given your last few posts, I'm beginning to think that everything you write is a subtle reference to something else (song, film, etc).

So when you post something that seems totally nonesensical, I'll just assume it's a homage to a TV programme that I've never seen, and won't worry about what kind of drugs are available to pass the long nights in Finland.

taigathefox said...

Dear Dave, it's my turn to be ill this week, so I'm on drugs at the moment. [Don't worry, it's just Panadol :)]

taigathefox said...

Tiina, it really is horrible. Well, at least bit different, if being polite.

Just googled the lyrics:
"Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
Or the one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to ..."

Dave said...

Get well soon.