Makropoulos's birthday

(click on this cake for a fabulous website for Children's Cakes!)

`/.

So, it's true --

Makropoulos had her birthday,

about a week ago.

I almost didn't tell you,

because,

well, 

being 425

is a bit embarrassing.

Hell, that means

you don't even need to use 

single years to count your age:

you could use

1/4 centuries.

Seriously.

Using QtCs

the time period by which folks like me can most efficiently

remember our ages,

I am

17 QtCs

old.

Now, I'll tell ya,

that sounds a hell of a lot better than

admitting to

425 years.

From this point on,

I'm 17 QtCs old,

old.

Now, if you determine my age in a system

by which

I could divide my age

by 50 year periods,

well,

those being

HfCs,

well, 

I'm

8 1/2 HfCs.

Of course, 

I could just go to a system

whereby

I count by

centuries,

and then I'm a mere

4 CNTRs,

because a 1/4 CNTRs

isn't worth 

counting.

In that case,

I'm really

in my infancy,

and have every right

to act like a child.

Right?

~/. >

On my birthday

eve,

I did a channelling,

and boy,

was it nuts.

I can't even begin

to explain it.

So I'm not going to post it.

Or. . . . .

. . . . . . . maybe

I'm going to post it

after I post 

this one.

Because it's

absolutely

unexpected and illogical.

gooo figure

we're talking:

A chic who says

she's 425 years old,

and

she channels,

and she's saying

it's absolutely illogical.

Well, the whole damned thing

is absolutely

illogical

which is why

I fight with it:

this ability

to give my body

and my head

over

to some other entity -- not me.

( examiner.com )

Please believe me:

I am good.

Utterly good.

No other force

can channel

through me

except a good force.

I have that

on God's word,

in God's name.

That's the truth.

. . . and . . .

I'm 425 years old

this week.