Ah, here we are nearing the end of this minor catastrophe. Soon, the little fellows pushing horseshit wheelbarrows will be the only ones remaining of this peculiar parade. And yet we have endured a long run of strangely turned out events. In that manner, the Oz Exception is pretty much a match for the Universe because the cosmos makes as much sense and has zero story arc; according to the James Webb Space Telescope there’s just more and more of the same stuff, farther than any eye can see, or any mind to imagine. And yet there’s that measure of Free Will that allows for unlikely changes….
Gwen and John approached Juan Gee from behind. Both were dressed in Oktoberfest garb, carrying tankards of Faerie Ale, and there was a considerable amount of polka music within the chamber.
“Welcome to the Pushsprings Awards afterparty,” said Juan. Whose voice is an awful lot like that of Truman Capote, which, trust me, takes a bit of getting used to when spoken by a Dinosaur.
Peety and Daisy eschewed their Team GOAT costumes and here clad in dirndl and lederhosen.
“What?” I bellowed across the astral plane. “Whose idea was this? What happened to the giant wizard’s head over the boiling cauldron and the chorus of dancing demons?”
“Oh, they’re all here,” said Penorose, who swooped into view. “It’s just that we got tired of waiting for you to spice up the narrative, so we decided to have a party instead.”
“You know about this, Daisy?”
“Yesly, yes–it was my ideally idea.”
I cast about my mind for better ideas that would not cost me too much effort and came up empty. “All right,” I said, “fill a tankard for me.”
End Partly Party Twenty-Three
Saragun Springs 
Ah Polka and Ale, my sort of party and enhanced with mini goats, dinasaurs, one dimensional pigeons and a witch. What’s not to like. dd
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Yes! The Beer Barrel Polka.
Thank you Diane!
Leila
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Right about space. Absolute speed limit that of light. How about the distance between the light of two flashlights pointing in opposite directions? Quantum entanglement? Can wrap my brain around that stuff.
And now for something silly from Short Humour 2015
Dental hygienist Helen Baron was forty years old, unmarried and childless. She so envied all of her clients who had children. Helen had tried every way she could to get pregnant, but nothing worked.
She became so desperate that she looked up the address of one of her clients who was the single mother of a one year old child, and broke into the house when the mother was gone and kidnapped the kid.
At first she was delighted to finally have her baby, but after the thrill was gone, she started to feel so guilty. At work she spent the day sighing and crying. She worried about the poor mother who was missing her child. After three months she surrendered to the FBI.
Fox Mulder wanted to take over the case because it involved a “sighing flosser”. That’s when everyone learned that Mulder was dyslexic.
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Oh my my oh my…
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