The Unfortunate News About Quippled

On some forgotten date in the 20 aughts I was trying to log into this blog and had some problem whereupon I needed to create a new identity - couldn't use my Quantom Qurkington one... I had recently had neck surgery for a ruptured disk, and for the first time in my life I felt somewhat crippled. I thought maybe life was laughing at me and it was supposed to be funny, so I decided to marry the words 'quip', for a humorous observation, with 'crippled', which was my concurrent state of body, and use the portmanteau 'quippled' as my new moniker. My well thought out, maybe for 10 or 15 seconds, decision might be considered an assertion that I was going to laugh at whatever crap got thrown my way, or well, maybe I'm misremembering, but nevertheless that's pretty much the birth story for quippled. Just in case anybody ever asks.

Unfortunately, on this date, December 18, 2021, quippled has disappeared magically from the planet. Not only has he disappeared but most evidence that he ever was on this planet has disappeared as well. The only thing that remains is his work. The universe and blogspot have decided it should show my former moniker, humble, Quantom Q., as the author of all of quippled's posts. I'm not sure if that's fair, it certainly isn't honest, and at minimum needs to be recognized as a mistake. I'll blame the robot for the mistake so maybe I won't need to be held culpable...

It was an innocent mistake. I was looking at some of quippled's posts, noticed a typo, and decided I should fix it. The problem of course was that I hadn't logged in for years and years. Blogspot had mutated into some appendage of Google, and though it appears I may've been able to log in using my google account, I wasn't sure. I had different notes on how to login, and well, long story short, ended up clicking 'forgot password' and got a link sent to my google account (if only I'd used that first...). The problem arose when I finally did log in and the robot that greeted me mistook me for Quantom Q., or recognized me as him. A persona that I have not been for probably 15 years, and now, suddenly, wham!, QQ replaces q. It wasn't like the robot said, "Hello Mr Q., it's been a long time..." I wasn't even aware of the mistake until I refreshed one of quippled's posts and saw QQ listed as the author. I checked another, and another, and well, all of of quippled's posts were now being shown as authored by Quantom Q. Blast the robot for making such a stupid mistake, but I'm not sure there's anything that can be done, other than memorializing the fact that another earthly mistake has been made. I, now forever or until whenever, as Quantom Qurkington attest that the wondrous works for which I am being credited, were in fact the product of a poster named quippled. He should not so easily be forgotten.

The Thief of My Childhood

This in general is a movie with a lot of great banter.  When Abu meets his djinn and asks for his 2nd wish, well, I wish I had the energy to copy it all here; but this I couldn't pass up:

Djinn:  And the tongue of a liar!  But he who would steal the all seeing eye from the very brow of the goddess must be neither a thief or a braggart but a hero!

The djinn did a very good job of delivering this line.  Oh, I should say, the movie is The (wonderful) Thief of Baghdad. 

The Gleam In The Eye

In the gleam of an eye,

You think you espy,

A reflection of sky,

Or perhaps the lamp on the table.

But from time to time

I think you might find,

The sparkle that lies in the depth of the eye,

Is something transcendent;

A thought or a love;

A moment of this;

A thought made of this....

Of course it's so hard to tell;

Because then this is gone,

And all that you're left is the wonder:

What was that light there reflecting?

Uber Alle

Uber alle ich war nichts
Si tu veux,
J'etais rien,
Je n'ai chose a dire a ca;
Parc'qu'sur' toute,
J'etais rien.
Toute en suite
J'en ai plus
Uber alle ich war vraiment nichts.

Gonna Be A Goner

Gonna be a goner
That's assured.
Gonna be going,
Then'll be gone.

Gonna be a goner.
Not absurd.
All are
Or will be.

Gonna be a goner
Don't look pale.
That's the wind
That fills the sails.

Gonna be a goner,
When I grow old,
Or when I was younger.
Heaven knows.

Another Year

Another year has disappeared,
And presumably a century of million lives;
The population clock
Indicates there are 7 billion and more alive,
My calculation is,
1/70th of us have died,
Therefore a century of million lives
Have found their ends in 2012.
Per the population growth,
I'm sure,
'13 will harvest more...
Guess the number, and you win the jelly beans;
Or is it, Guess the jelly beans, and you will win the number?
Another year has disappeared,
There is no denying, so why bother lying?

The Emptiness of the Long Distance Tunnel

Play dead.


My idea is that life is just a non-euclidean tunnel through a euclidean space;
Well, one, of course, that's warped.


I'm generally coming to the conclusion that the tunnel's likely to end at dead rock.
i.e.:  there's no way out except the way you came in, for the mountain is bigger than me..


Play dead.