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From: Physfitfreak <Physfitfreak@gmail.com>
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Subject: Re: A Problem To Solve :-)
Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 18:48:49 -0500
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On 3/10/2024 4:11 PM, Physfitfreak wrote:
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> Farley went back to his table, sat down and took in a deep breath of 
> relief. This crap was at last over.
> 
> Physfit clicked the Thunderbird closed again.
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Now it was really late. Routine sleep-wake pattern meant a lot when he 
lived pretty much a pre-agriculture man's life. The bed was still for no 
reason in the living room. No idea how it got there. It is a very light 
bed by choice. Physfit hated large, heavy beds. He believed such beds 
were only in cro-magnons' minds something desirable. A lingering 
sensation from eons of sleeping inside tight holes in the ice in north 
Europe as neanderthals, and only relatively recently having been fucked 
into cro-magnons by the Iranian explorer men, after stumbling upon such 
ground-meat like huge asses, and out of absolute lack of anything else 
within thousands of miles to fuck.

He took his shoes and clothes off down to only a loose short; quickly 
brushed his teeth with a bit of table salt "toothpaste" and gargled the 
mouth pristine clean. This toothpaste thingy was also another mark of 
cro-magnons. The fucking species itself was for some unknown reason, 
goo-lover. They put goo into their soaps, they rubbed goo over their 
entire bodies, they sold pure goo to rub their hands with; goo in their 
shampoos, goo in their antibiotics, goo before fucking each other's homo 
asses, and goo as the material to wash their teeth with. Nothing simpler 
and better and cleaner and healthier and more natural than a few 
milligrams of salt to use, to wash teeth, and that species _never_ found 
that out. _Will_ never find it out.

He then took the little flashlight with him and went around turning off 
all the lights in the house except the two outside ones for cameras to 
see better, then opened the blinds on the windows so he'd wake up in the 
morning basked in intense sunlight inside the living room. Got to bed, 
touched to check for the mighty 9 mm to see if it was there where it was 
supposed to be, then subtracted the number of curses of the day from 
200, and mentally noted how many curses he was allowed the day after. 
Then, within just a few seconds, he was asleep.

Woke up after intense dreams of eating Long John Silvers fish fillets 
and coleslaw before, while, and after anything he did in that dream, and 
sure enough found the whole living room was filled with sunlight. Cats 
on seeing him awake began moving around saying hi and get vocal and 
active with each other, ready for their food.

As hungry as he felt, if it was the day after yesterday for sure, it 
wouldn't be an eating day for Physfit, so coffee was the maximum he 
could indulge in. Prepared that cheapest fucking coffee he could put his 
hands on in Dallas from Aldi's, "Beaumont Coffee, Classic Roast", which 
had a map of Texas on its lid, and said right there, "Go Texan", 
underneath, which still was potent enough to place the very essence of 
life and the zest for it back in him a 100%. He'd pay for "best" coffee 
in the world, so don't get him wrong, but out of grudge for those crooks 
who quadrupled their prices just to claim theirs were better, he kind of 
proved to himself and them both, that they were mere crooks, by showing 
that the cheapest coffee in the entire world still did exactly what it 
was supposed to do.

Physfit sat down with the cats and began enjoying his cup of coffee. 
Each time he sipped it, it was one seep of coffee he had not bought from 
those motherfuckers, adding to the pleasure in this morning habit of 
his. Two of the cats always competed to be on his lap. It was the turn 
for the white and green tabby one. The one who always looked at him with 
wet eyes and pink eyelids, assertively, as well as interrogatively, 
knowing that she owned him, and letting him know she was happy to be 
with him, but whether it was so for him as well. It sure was, and he 
wouldn't know how to tell her that. He lacked such mastery in expressing 
without words. So she kept asking the same question every time she 
looked at him straight in the eyes. She was allergic to something there 
in the house.

Then on a hunch, Physfit went to the window to check the magic mountain. 
It was there. So everything again became affected by some degree of 
uncertainty. Especially the time. He was so unusually hungry. Was it 
really the day after the night of enjoying that zesty Long John Silver's 
fillets and coleslaw? Could it be a totally different day? Bed was still 
in the living room, so not too much could've passed since.

He began the routine of feeding the cats. That routine was long and 
involved enough to make him tired. Usually needing a 15 or 20-minute 
visit to physics and COLA forums to rest and catch his energy again as 
he let his dick do whatever it wanted there. There was a time that he'd 
get physically active in the house for 4 hours, on weekends, before 
needing any rest, but now at that age, the period had shortened to about 
an hour and a half. This made him visit forums a few times too often per 
day than he _and_ his dick liked.

So he did visit usenet and took a look inside physics, and then COLA 
forums. Same crap going on in both. In physics forum a couple of loonies 
were trying to imitate a human that's actually alive, and in COLA, 
groupies were following Farley this way and that way like little kids, 
struggling to get a response from him. Or coming for Physfit's dick to 
get the links they still painfully missed, after their fuck-ups in the 
manner with which they'd asked for them. What a zoo. He clicked the 
Thunderbird closed, and decided to find out what day it really was.

He checked inside his pants pockets and found the receipt for the Long 
John Silver's. Checked the date on the almost zero charge smartphone 
with the date on the receipt. Four days had passed!...

So no wonder, and what was good about it? He could make another 
excursion to Long John Silver's :-) Which he almost immediately did.

Physfit drove the 7 miles, windows all open, feeling great. Texas could 
beat American homos and smart alecks' "San Francisco" ten times over on 
days like that. Too bad they were rare. And too bad each time they came, 
  people couldn't go outside to enjoy them. They had to be at work. And 
only when the day was over and gone, they'd come out to live with what 
was left of it.

He got there, got his Aspire One mini laptop dedicated to DOS with 
qBASIC on it out of his backpack and fired it on, drove into the 
drive-thru and at the menu board ran the code he'd made to convert 
repeating decimals into reduced fractions, before ordering anything. As 
he looked up to see the menu, he went like,

    "What in the world of the Holy Fucking Penis!" as he slowly scanned 
the board left and right.

All prices were given in continued fractions. He shouted, "FUCK!" and 
turned off and placed his Aspire One mini laptop dedicated to DOS with 
qBASIC on it back inside his backpack, made the order for three fillets, 
then drove to the window.

Same nice girl was at the window, gadget in hand, with "nice" meaning 
fuckworthy. She put some numbers in the gadget and told him, "$15 for 
fillets by themselves, and $22 for same, but as meal." Physfit said, 
"Wasn't it the other night $13 and $18 respectively?" She replied, "This 
is Dallas, and that was the other night."

On taking that relatively brash remark, Physfit told himself, "Hmm.. so 
she's only good for fuck then." He briefly looked forward and then back 
at the clerk and asked how she'd calculated the price. She said the 
number the continued fraction is calculated into was the price of the 
three fillets as meal, and the sum of the numbers that were added to all 
those fractions, from first line down to the last line at the bottom, 
gave the price for the three fillets on their own.

He added a huge side of coleslaw to the order, paid for it and drove 
back home.

On the menu board, how was the price of the three fillets expressed in 
continued fractions?





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