Ma and I are freaking pissed off because Benoit Mandelbrot, who coined the term fractal, died last week at the age of 85. Ma is pissed and I’m so sad my side hurts from all the sobbing. The dog, who barks when we say Brot, is sad. He won’t even eat Beggin’ strips or real bacon. Even Amanda B. is sad and she’s not even good at math. She doesn’t even know what the square root of pi is. Hell, Amanda B. thinks a square root is a root that’s squared. Anyway, the inventor of fractal geometry is dead and we’re all sad. Sad of all the death and sad about all the smart people who die who we know should live forever because they’re supermen and superwomen. Ma’s sad cause of all the dumb people like ma and me and Sarah Palin who run around with foot in mouth disease. Our Mather, who makes art in heaven, Halloween is just around the corner. Please, welcome Mr. Mandelbrot into your apocalypse. Ma and I will donate our underwear and ticket to your realm if you grant this one wish. We love you, Mr. Mandelbrot. We will honor you every time ma throws up broccoli. We will whisper your name after each snowflake falls. We will think of your when our therapist tries to trick us with your Mandelbrot blob. Ta tah!
Kisses. Big Hug.