Something Feral

Digging up the flower-beds.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Iä! Iä! Hyperbolic Wharrgarbl!

All elder-being knock-knock jokes aside, I think this modern-geometry class caused more weird dreams than anything else I've had the dubious pleasure of bending my mind around; post-Apocalyptic non-Euclidean dreamscapes are just a tad over (but not incident with) the line.

Regular posting (and sleep-schedules) will resume starting today.


Elle said...

This explains a lot.

Something Feral said...

Or... Does it?

Working on that final exam for a week while reading Patriots to "unwind" wasnt the brightest idea, in hindsight.