Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes - Once Saved, Always Saved

Crumby, look at this flyer we received today.

No!!!! I'm too aggravated to look at a flyer, Rayetta.

Now Crumby, come on, you know you want to have a look. You'll like this flyer. Come on, be a good boy and have a look. It's put out by some of your former co-religionists.

Lemme see then. Whoa!!!! Holy cow!!!! Jeez Louise!!!! Now they are going with themes. Yikes!!!!

See, I foretold you'd like this flyer Crumby. It is very interesting, don't you think?

Yepper. Er, Rayetta, I need to keep this flyer and study it. Can I have this copy?

Certainly Crumby. Bye now.

Bye Rayetta.

Rayetta sashays off again.

Whoa! What's that saguaro cactus mean? Do they have a saguaro cactus in addition to the award winning longhorns?

But now, onward from this comparably interesting distraction to aggravations, beginning with the least aggravating and progressing to the most aggravating.

I finally got back to Cetus the Sea Monster, Kracken, Whale, Leviathan, Newt, Snake, Octopus, Shark, Squid, Sting Ray, Lizard or Nudibranch; whatever Cetus may be taxonomically speaking, last night. The taxonomic confusion over Cetus is undoubtedly contributing to my own telescopery troubles with Cetus. However, some progress was made last night as I can now find Beta Cetus, by myself. Many might ridicule this progress, but I consider this progress, good progress.

Then there's the water sprinkler depicted virtually here somewhere. My bosom companion, Ray, got that water sprinkler as a door prize at some hootenanny he attended. You may be able to see that it is sprinkling up a storm just like it's supposed to. Watch out Raymone, the lens is getting wet!!!! But the second time I tried to use this dang sprinkler, it didn't sprinkle a drop. Apparently, about a million fire ants had taken up residence in the dang hose the sprinkler got attached to the second time. All the fire ants wound up mashed and mangled against the screen which keeps fire ants from going smoothly through the sprinker. I had to take it all apart to discover those drowned, mashed and mangled fire ants. So if your sprinkler stops working, check it for fire ants.

And what about my present and Galileo Gravitator. Well the offending vendor is way off my preferred list and the order has been cancelled. An alternative vendor has been selected and the alternative vendor assures that my present and Galileo Gravitator has already been mailed.

Finally, the fourth aggravation, that's four, for the Crumby Ovate. That 5mm Ortho arrived in the mail today. Remember, the 5mm University Optics Japanese Orthoscopic eyepiece that was all set to complete my set of genuine Japanese orthos, insuring my everlasting naked celestial body viewing pleasure. Guess what? It's not a University Optics made in Japan Ortho, it's a dang Orion ortho, made in China. Now I have had to contact that vendor also. I am getting out of the world wide vending environment. That environment is mucho jumbo anus jambo. Too aggravating!!!!
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Later that night. Lleu Llaw Guffes and the Crumby Ovate are holding discourse between the barns, hidden by the stygian darkness.

So Lleu Llaw, I go into the book store to avoid all the noise pollution for a while and also because its about time for the new editions of all the astronomy magazines to be out.

Did you purchase the astronomy magazines Crumby, and bring them hence to the CB? I'd like to peruse them, so perchance I might discover more of the nature of the objects that I am steadying the great red tube in pursuit of.

Yeah, yeah, Lleu Llaw, there may be a couple of them around you can look at. But generally I just read the interesting articles in the different magazines at the book store. They have the bookstores fixed up really nice so you can sit down in a nice chair and read all the magazines and nobody cares so long as you don't call a lot of attention to yourself. You just musn't talk to yourself out loud or holler, maybe. Anyway, I'm standing there at the astronomy magazine section picking out a few of the magazines to take along to a nice comfortable chair, when lo and behold this especially husky, scantily clad lady sidles right up to the magazine rack a couple of magazine rows down from where I am keenly focused on the different astronomy magazines.

How scantily clad are we talking about, Crumby?

Well that's hard to say Lleu Llaw, because if she had been less husky, it might have appeared like she had more on. Let's just say that plenty of her was out in the open. Plus, since I was relying entirely on averted vision to observe her, my judgements on the various covered and uncovered spatial relations may not be all that reliable. But she was real dang big and husky and primarily naked.

Do you think she could tote the Newt by herself Crumby? Was she that husky?

Maybe Lleu Llaw. Yep probably, because the husky or stout, whichever, may be mighty strong from just toting themselves around. Anyway, I was observing her as I said before with averted vision, which, as you know yourself, is often keener than regular vision, when I espied that she had a great many tattoos.

How many did she have Crumby?

I already said Lleu Llaw, a great many. Jeez Louise! Lleu Llaw do you want to hear the story or do you want to interrupt me every two seconds?

Whichever Crumby.

What?

Please continue with your interesting story Crumby.

All righty then. Anyway, I'm sort of staring at the stout, nearly naked lady with averted vision when I notice that she has a tattoo of another naked lady tatooed right up on her own naked self.

Whoa! Heavens to Mergatroid! Where was that tattoo located exactly Crumby?

I can't remember Lleu Llaw. It was on her left shoulder or maybe above her left ample bosom or somewhere like that.

You don't remember where the other naked lady was tattooed Crumby?

Dang it. No, Lleu Llaw I don't recollect. It doesn't make any difference to the story anyway, Lleu Llaw.

Well don't get mad Crumby. I was just curious. I myself would have probably remembered the exact location easily enough.

Right! Listen Lleu Llaw, yer really pissing me off. Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?

Course I do, Crumby.

All righty then. So I'm staring at this naked lady tattoo and I start to surmise, that naked lady depicted as a tattoo on the stout lady may be the most beautiful virtual naked lady I have ever observed in my long experience with suchlike. And I can't stop staring at it, with averted vision, of course, because this is all happening in my regular bookstore and I don't want to create a disturbance in my regular bookstore for Goddess Sakes, and get myself thrown out.

So then what happened Crumby?

Well, sadly, the stout lady suddenly wandered off taking that most beautiful of virtual naked lady images along with herself, and alas, I fear I shall never see that particular loveliest virtual lady ever again.

Did you buy any astronomy magazines, Crumby?

Sigh, noper.