De-Contexting Expansion

More Walla Walla linguistics in the news this week as wacky outbreaks of what could only call uproarious hijinks take off on their own and get up to mischief, maybe. 'Twas the purpose, anyhow, somehow, weirdo. A watched pot never stirs and somehow boils anyway. Whatever. WWZD? Study the ecosystem, of course, orienteering the linguistic terrain, playing with the wildlife of d'evo-lution, borne of cartoon logic, as it is. This is, in fact to be the subject of a future blather by Professor Prattle of Nowhere Normal School in our twin city, Nowhere, Texas; "The Origin and Effect of Cartoons (somethingorother) Human Consciousness: This Shit is Real", which is expected to be so funny as to be dangerous. Really dangerous. Like, Prattle is serious but you could just die laughing, even if he weren't wearing that pinz-nez. Dude. Really. Somebody needs humor lessons. Or I need humor lessons. I hope I don't, because that's not a good spot to be in right about now. There are all sorts of codes intersecting of their own abides and ends. Also, what if everyone collectively lost cell service? That would be one wack joke. It's gotten way too easy. To get a virulent case of the heebie jeebies. There are dimensions to the linguistics. Even the medium jumps under the fingertips, but somehow nobody even attempts to see it, which is the trickster's delight. It's an Exxxxxcellent time for a ... Developing. Oh, gosh. Not to giddy one'sself up overmuch is usually a good strateeegical maneuver. Back up to Dobbs level, or something. It's about being memory. It's really about being memory. It really is. It's a very odd terrain. Think in implications in dimensions. This is all composed by a person well-known to be a goofball.