Velociworld

The Null Set

I was always intrigued in mathematics classes by the concept of the null set. The squiggly, buxom parentheticals (there's a name for them, Lexis-Nexis it for me please) that denote a set, but no fucking values within!

I never understood the concept of the null set. Why do you need a placeholder set with no values? Hell, I have no values, but I don't strut like a peacock with buxom parentheticals strapped to me.

I understood today, however, when V Man got shined for V Day. My buxom parenthetical arms embraced a fucking null set of nothing. Now, I understand the near-tragic accident with Velocidaughter 1 destroyed any semblance of normalcy around the 'hovel today, but I had taken care of business Sunday morning, and after I had seen to the disposal of the Mountaineer I had a nice Valentine display awaiting the arrival of the fambly last night after suturing.

Truth be told, I wasn't entirely ignored. I received a very nice display at work from a Secret Admirer, with pineapples, so I have that going for me. But, as Secret Admirers go, you generally don't want to get on a fucking seesaw with them without a pressure suit and extra oxygen. Launch only meaning a midday repast in Cajun Country.

Shined. I suppose I better get used to it.

P.S. Did I mention my anniversary is in three days? And that I am a cold, vindictive bastard? I am for some reason reminded of Granny Clampett's wedding ring: a piece of pig bone, with gristle for the diamond. I'm sensing anniversary band here. But Billy is off the table. He's in the tribe.

Back to your lives, you rubbernecking popinjays.

P.P.S. I smell nascent Fatalism. Smell it? Like burning tires? Sorry about that.