User:2401 PT/Q & A

FAQ's
I have the A, but no one's given me any Q's.

Q: How did come about being so awesome? A: Well, it took a while, but most of it I inherited. Also, Cockney Rhyming slang came in handy.

Q: What's your username mean? A: After 2401 Penitent Tangent, Monitor of Installation 05.

Q: ProperRhombus? WTF? A: Ah, I owe that wonderfully whimsical name to the X-Box Live Random name generator. The best things in life are free...

Q: Why? A: Why Not?

This One is Big.
Me and Digipatd smack talk eachother alot; but it's all in good fun.

Vital Numbers
To know certain numbers would be like standing next to God, a counting God, too busy to stop for war or famine. I'd go out under the night sky to search for Him up there: God counting, next to Orion drawing his bow.

At night I dreamed a constant stream of numbers shooting past my eyes so fast all I could do was whisper as they came. I'd wake up reading the red of my lids, my tongue flapping like ribbon in the wind. I come from a family of counters; my brother had 41 cavities in 20 teeth and he told everyone he met; Grandpa figured his compound daily interest in the den, at dusk, the lights turned off, the ice crackling in his drink; my father hunched over his desk working overtime for his company, using numbers to predict when creatures were going to die.

When I saw the tenth digit added to the giant odometer tracking world population, I wondered what it would take for those wheels to stop and reverse. What monsoon or earthquake could fill graves faster than babies climbed out of wombs? Those vast cemeteries in Queens-- white tablets lined up like dominoes running over hills in perfect rows-- which was higher, the number of the living or the dead? Was it true, what a teacher had said: Get everyone in China to stand on a bucket, jump at exactly the same time and it'd knock us out of orbit? You wouldn't need everyone, just enough, the right number, and if you knew that number, you could point to any skinny kid and say You're the one, you can send us flying. That's all any child wants: to count. That's all I wanted to be, the millionth customer, the billionth burger sold, the one with the foul ball, waving for TV.

End on a High Note.
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