Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 12, 2018

I try to always be propode myself.

Did this post late or something? It’s weird to come in here late morning like this and not see at least a couple dozen comments.

I’m all at sea over that question.

Re: explanation for weird shelf-like bust line of the dress – useful for catching falling food, dentures and false eyeballs.

I took an antipode antidote. I won’t tell you where I had to stick it.

Here’s a fun, interactive antipodes map! https://www.antipodesmap.com/

Like Steve Bannon Predicting The Me Too “Anti-Patriarchy Movement Will Undo 10,000 Years Of Recorded History”, its just another hollow statement from a hollow person.

Methinks KC’s antipode may just be where Maylaysian Flight 370 went down. Where in the world is everybody?

Myself, I’m anathema.

For years people worried about a nuclear reactor runaway melting through the ground and going all the way to China. It would go to the Pacific Ocean, not China, so all we’d have to worry about would be irradiated salmon and a lot of steam. Actually, it would end up at the center of the earth, a friendly place, because the center of the earth is chock full of uranium heating stuff up and making continents drift. It would be like a flea peeing into a giant water tank.

Her continental shelf shifted.

Could be worse, often it just drops off.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

The National Helium Reserve, also known as the Federal Helium Reserve, is a strategic reserve of the United States holding over 1 billion cubic meters (109 m3) of helium gas. The helium is stored at the Cliffside Storage Facility about 12 miles (19 km) northwest of Amarillo, Texas, in a natural geologic gas storage formation, the Bush Dome reservoir. The reserve was established with the enactment of the Helium Act of 1925. The strategic supply provisioned the noble gas for airships, and in the 1950s became an important source of coolant during the Cold War and Space Race.

But I think my antipode is the Southeast Indian Ridge. They just had a 4.9 quake two days ago, concurrent with sp-spi spi-tooey. I reserve the right to be horribly incorrect.

Ooh, baby, when I see your face!…

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel the sky tumbling down

Iles de la Désolation? Ile Amsterdam?

Keter, Malkuth; Malkuth, Keter.

Her dark, black, blank interior oozed forth from cranial orifices, and, lo!, she spoke. The Oracle of Kansas City, Wizard of Wichita, Lame Queen of Lawrence (do not fall off the cliff), Filibustering Friend of the Flatlands, and High Priestess of the Wheat Worker Cult, delivered a mote of wisdom, exactly opposite her plain podes, the fruited plain! “Somewhere in the South Indian Ocean”! (Yes, like Flight 370; probably just a coincidence—but who really knows? Who really knows what Sr. Teresa of the Perpetual Lame is capable of conjuring?)

I’ll stop digging to China.