CUT TO:
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- DAY
BOEING wheels screeching...
Nicholas' jet touches down tarmac, SEA/TAC Airport. Weather
terrible, driving rain, Seattle cold, and do you understand
miserably wet?
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT, LOADING ZONE -- DAY
Nicholas follows a CHAUFFEUR. The chauffeur opens a 2017 Daimler
Benz Maybach 625DL($438,000.00 w/ Trucoat(tm), Coritnthian
Leather(tm)) LIMO door, closing it with a staid leavened solidity
promising the extra armored security and safety, for the most
demanding patrons of bilionairism's seriousy adult needs.
Several pressed SHIRTS hang waiting, with one AFTER HOURS(tm)
mint and one rose in glass Baccarat Iris Flute(tm) affixed to
diamond tufted roof support. (TTL fare $687.55, includes
shirts. This is water off the back of a duck personal liquid
wealth, $1,448 Million free and clear beyond expenses/mandates
1997, Today 3.64 Billion)
EXT. VAN BAER/GRANT BUILDING -- DAY
Uve, Gaear Aarndt, Fagelein - VAN BAER paterfamilias' conclave,
1830's Indonesia Dutch East Indies Import/Export,
Ancestors: brutally cruel Dutch congo slave trade
Bordello, Casino Burlesque
Copra
Marine bronze foundary
Olland Amerika(SOLD)
Viet Nam US surplus export,
TODAY
other family line success inport/export Sino Shenzen vast
electronics mart.
`Coutre-feit, LLC' Fake, counterfeit Swiss Watch Dealer/Broker,
Shenzen and Hong Kong
Old German/Dutch/Polish extended family globally distributed in
book publishing, mining, dry bulk freight brokerage, copra, coca,
increasingly Chinese import/export.
In the failing rump shadow of the Baer/Grant Publishing offices,
the limousine idles. Downtown Seattle, cold grey, and wet. Three
blocks west, four blocks north, is th notorious 1st and Pike
`Show Street' intersection, bullseye seedy center of Seattle's
raw agressively closeted turbulent Combat Zone, organized crime
shake downs, insurance racket, corrupt precinct beat cops -no
busking musicians here, multiple porn shops strip clubs crack
addicted female skeletons, explicit Apple Theater(tm) marquee
reads LIVE SEX FILM EMPORIUM, vertically, the front of the
marquee rising from the 2nd to the top of the 3rd floor, cold
rain buses grinding- savaged rudderless addicts outside as well
as inside, street walkers, shitheel's world of iconic miserable
fucking shithole proclaiming sordid criminal depression's only
entrance/exit is back to redundant concertina razor wire coiled
gate to Washington State's corrupt CCA Prison's slave industrial
labor compounds `Wally's World' Walla Walla festering worked
state owned slaves' hell hole.
INT.
VAN BAER/GRANT/(VAN ORTEN) GROUP, LLC
VAN BAER/GRANT PUBLISHING(tired, existing only on tepid fumes),
Once NYC, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle Today, Only this
residual Seattle single floor distressed office remains,
Nicholas in New York, has been seeking a buy out interest for
another to hold this bag -of all his horrible Albatross Van Baer
assets for decades, dwindling bounces left in this old
snaggly-tooth snaggly-puss. a particularly sad, slow-cloying
descent of now a gerontology half-way house of oldster pensioned
employees on walkers, oxygen, and worse, too painful to witness
let anlone engage with, huge horrible molting bird carcass
around his neck. Nicholas hates Seattle.
Distressed building-2nd floor, only now, multiple belt-tightening
reductions, and moved into old `greasy' Shorey's Bookstor Bldg,
then reduced again and moved to 4th/Pike, above a disgusting and
lurid `ADULT EMPORIUM' -the once `storied' Shorey's Annex, now
some half-century long gone.
ALAN VAN BAER'S SEATTLE OFFICE -- DAY
Meet ALAN VAN BAER, elderly CEO of family dynasty's
book-publishing business, phony blue-blood practiced affection
like a D-List TV Soap-opera actor, (a past genealogical distant
and shamed guilt-riven-ed and criminally exhiled Dutch slavers
buying an aristocratic knighthood) generations congenitally
soured by sharp practices, at his desk facing Nicholas. Behind
Alan, Nicholas sees `fin-de-siecle(at least mid-19th century old)
bone-colored peeling paint walls framing hard cold rain audibly
pounding floor to ceiling vintage embedded wire hex mesh --old
tech poured thick, wavy-- glass windows, with an inviting and
intriguing set of dust-layer caked flat-black patina-ed Dutch
East Indies/Bali Shadow Puppets susppended facing one another
over Alan Baer's head, appear to have been hanging there many
many decades. At the cracked bone-white window's paint-chip
layered sill/fensterbonk, we notice a modest collection of quite
old very well-crafted detailed intricacy and rare
dust-covered(forgotten) exceptional quality bronze dragon opium
pipes, and assorted related asian sundry msterious metal boxes,
oriental paraphernalia.
ALAN VAN BAER
All these years... the first time
ever you step foot in these offices,
it's to ask me to step down?
Nicholas now stands by sun-bleached faded, tatty, dog-eared, and tired
CHILDREN'S TEXT BOOK mock-ups. "Math- Magic." "Wonder-Words."
They're "Little Baer Books." This is a sad fetid tired line, today's
children avoid them if possible: "They're icky".
NICHOLAS
You promised you'd meet projections,
Alan. A dollar sixty per share you
said. So, I don't think this is so
surprising a visit.
ALAN VAN BAER
Projections were far too optimistic.
NICHOLAS
Admittedly...
ALAN VAN BAER
Our E.P.S. was one fifty last
quarter. We're up eight cents per
share.
NICHOLAS
But, the expectation was ten. And,
in this case, expectation is
everything.
ALAN VAN BAER
Will you really hold me to it over
pennies?
NICHOLAS
My stock's falling. Isn't yours?
Those pennies are costing me
tens of millions.
ALAN VAN BAER
The stock will turn.
NICHOLAS
It probably will. In fact, I'd go so
far as to say it almost certainly
will, in time. Why should I settle
for that?
ALAN VAN BAER
Because it's fair. Give me next
quarter. If you still feel this way,
vote your shares...
NICHOLAS
You're talking tomorrow. Today is
what counts.
ALAN VAN BAER
You intractable son-of-a-bitch. If
your father could see you now...
NICHOLAS
What?!
ALAN VAN BAER
Your father was a friend. Goddamn
it... I watched you grow up. How do
you end up treating me like this?
This swings Nicholas into a new mode: acutely-focused anger.
(NOTE: Michael Douglas playing the part of Nicholas Van Orton, is
in real life a publicly admitted clinical sex addict(PC
euphanism for a sodomite) suffers the consequential severe
limbic distemperate rage and half-hooded eyelids --the
sodomite's `mark'-- the definitive signature of this sickness,
societal taboo for historically recurrent proven reasons)
NICHOLAS
It is so very inappropriate for you
to mention my father. Or, did you
think this, between us, was
friendship? Just because you went
fishing with my father, I should sit
on my hands while you throw my money
away?
ALAN VAN BAER
Now, look...
NICHOLAS
(holds up his hand)
I'll be done in a minute. You
misspoke before.
(gesturing with forefinger waving horizonally with
that staid indifferent slower carelessness of a long
practiced and experienced CEO)
You're not "stepping down." I'm taking you out at
the knees. The whole point is to prove that
you're not deciding anything anymore. I'm firing
you. Action's taken. Confidence restored. Stock
goes up. I pump and dump..(not to be confused with
a `dump and pump'!).. I sell my shares.
ALAN VAN BAER
There is no Baer/Grant Publishing
without Alan Baer.
NICHOLAS
Remember Daniel Grant? Do
they say, "without Daniel Grant, there is no
Baer/Grant Publishing?" He's gone sailing, Alan.
He's out there enjoying his golden years, probably
wondering where the fuck you are, what the fuck
are you still doing at the ol' miserable fucking
dead albatross.
At Alan's desk, Nicholas clears a space for his briefcase.
NICHOLAS
I will be blunt. You made a promise. You failed.
NICHOLAS (COND)
The severance I'm offering is more
than equitable. Valid tonight only.
(looks at the Cartier solid gold Tank watch
with Carbochon deep blue coral jewelled crown)
For one hour.
Nicholas takes a foul CRS advert BIC(tm) ball point pen from a messy
inked Zip-Lock(tm) bag, lays it on the blotter.
NICHOLAS
I'll step outside, have a walk around the block,
take in the sites, grab a bite to eat. .so you'll
have all the relaxed privacy you need to read and
sign it.
He tries to unlatch his briefcase clasp. It's stuck.
ALAN VAN BAER
I could fight you on this.
NICHOLAS
You could. But, if I leave without your
signature, this complex agreement begins to
automatically disintegrate; benefits shrink,
options narrow, compensations shrivel. Simply have
a look at it, and think you will be pleased.
Nicholas works on the briefcase the whole time, distraction
growing as it becomes a true struggle.
NICHOLAS
So... it is in your best interest...
to sign presently.
Nicholas sits, pulling the latch, trying to see what's
jammed. It refuses to open. Nicholas stares at it,
frustrated, then... an odd realization...
He takes his keys out, finds the C.R.S. KEY, tries it, ahh!
It doesn't fit. It was like ..meant for this lock, but bothched
somehow?!.. Alan Baer watches, WTF wondering.
Forgetting himself, apoplectic Nicholas grabs up the briefcase,
pulling, grunting, desperate, striking it with his palm.
Nicholas straightens, upstart practice and experienced
schizoidal... composed.
NICHOLAS
Well... as luck would have it, you've
just gotten a reprieve, I'm sure
you'll come around to my way of
thinking.
(picks up briefcase)
I have a plane to catch. My
attorneys will contact you.
Nicholas exits. Alan Baer doesn't know quite what to think.
CUT TO:
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT TERMINAL -- DAY
On the sidewalk, apoplectic Nicholas violently bashes his
briefcase over and over again against a fire hydrant, aiming
for that hex head bolt atop dead center, seeking a
non-rounded surface to afford an edge to penetrate. To
penetrate deeply. To do serious damage. This is murderous
anger, criminal violent endangerment of the addicted raging
sodomite.
NICHOLAS
(shows us finally, his true colors)
#$%$#@!@ Gawdamned Kochsucker fucking cunt shitty cuntie fuck
fuck fucker %$#$%^&! butt fuckie cunty dick cck ass...%$$#@
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- SUNSET
Nicholas' jet touches down.
INT. CAMPTON PLACE RESTAURANT -- NIGHT
Nicholas sits staring. His embarrassingly battered briefcase --a
signature artifact of a seriously sex addicted derangement
inducing a violently troubled individual-- is near. He checks on
his other wrist a vintage solid gold Franscoix Paul Journe
Tourbillion watch, impatient, flags down a WAITER...
NICHOLAS
Is there a message up front from a
Conrad Van Orton...or, Seymour Butts?
(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 11:49:32 2018"
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(current-time-string) "Mon Dec 18 16:44:15 2017"
3*e^6+pi^4-pi^5 = 1001.6757 86
2*e^6+2*pi^4 = 1001.6757 69
e^6+pi^5+3*pi^4 = 1001.6757 51
.... .......
(3^pi)^2+2*pi = 1001.3248 30
2*(e^6+pi^4)-1/oo = 1001.0985 53
pi^6+pi^5 = 1267.408 878
pi*e^6 = 1267.408 933
e^8 = 2980.957 987
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4) = 2980.957 856
pi^7-(pi^5+pi^4)/e^3 = 3000.207 691
pi^7-e^3 = 3000.207 690
e^8+e^3 = 3001.043 523
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)+e^3 = 3001.043 393
e^pi+e^8 = 3004.098 679
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)+e^pi = 3004.098 549
e^6*pi^2-pi^6 = 3020.293 402
pi^7 = 3020.293 227
pi^7+e^8 = 6001.251 214
pi^7+e^2*(pi^5+pi^4) = 6001.251 084
e*pi^7 = 8210.008 197
e*pi^2*(e^6-pi^4) = 8210.008 671
e^6*pi^3-pi^7 = 9488.531 564
pi^8 = 9488.531 016
e^6*pi^4-pi^8 = 29809. 101055
pi^9 = 29809. 099333
e^6*pi^5-pi^9 = 93648.0 5288
pi^10 = 93648.0 4747
e^11/2 = 29937.070857
(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 15:49:07 2017"
____________________
WILSON'S DESK
FELSENTHAL RUINS
19GA18-HWALL UPDATE
RE: RESERVED WORD: GREAT
RE: OR YOU'RE FIRED
___________________
NOTE: Bro Dominus is away for the week, his Lisp study groups will be
chaired by Sisters Nessa and phatsy-watsy Sharlice.
In all of our destroyed buildings' rubble, offices, urban core ruins,
alleys, jungle and roadsite base camps, in all text, tty, in all
conversation and communication by any means whatsoever, morse code,
semaphore, in all generated chaotic cipher text, the word great -with
al its stems, is now reserved. Unspoken.
great := how senti looks/looked any time in her life. Otherwise
you do not know the signification of the word and if you
even casually out of habit abuse this word you are no
longer in the ehao family circle of trust and therefore
must be tossed over the wall.
You need to remind one another daily. I'm like, so anxious to
have Brother Keane make an example at the stake out of anyone
of you.
"You're fired. Get the fuck out. Now."
If you are a neophyte, you are being introduced to my awesome power as
Abbotus. I can spontaneously make rules like this, and guess what
boys and girls, I'm always right. Sanctioned `ipse dishi'
infallible. Kooky huh? Get use to it. Give me a stink eye scowl, and
I will have you lashed till you foul your loins. CHL called it the
"feint, taint, and stank" trifecta. It is to be feared, and so is my
distemperate collic.
Ipse Dipshi,
WILSON Abbotus OCS, Stanley Bwitts Range, Utah Territories
Fallout Firebase Bunker Bravo
CHANG1 PLAN'S OCCUPATION 0f LeftCoast North Amerika
(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 15:31:48 2018"
(fset 'pres
"\C-[<\C-m\C-m\C-[[A\C-[[A\C-m
\C-m\C-m\C-mcts \C-u\C-x\C-e\C-m
\C-[[A\C-[[A\C-[[A")
(global-set-key [f3] 'pres)
(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 22:28:57 2017"
3^pi*pi/e-pi = 33.314 9952811
... .....
pi^5-pi^4-pi-3*e = 197.31415 56123
pi^5-pi^4-3*e = 200.45574 82659
(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 16:06:31 2017"
\subsec{Iterated Expons} % ssssssssssssssss
When you teach your son, you teach
your son's son:
``Life is largely a matter of $\be_{++}$xpectation."
``We first make our habits, then $\pi$\ abits, and then $\pi$\ makes
us."
CHAD
Osbourne Cox?
OSBOURNE
And you, I take it, are "Mr. Black"?
CHAD
Yes I am. You have the money?
OSBOURNE
The fifty-thousand dollars.
CHAD
That's what was agreed upon, Osbourne
Cox.
OSBOURNE
All right. Let me explain something to you, "Mr. Black." You
know who I am; I know who you are, secondly, the only money
I had access to is forty thousand dollars, here in this
envelope, four `fat stacks of Bengies' as you fucking street morons
refer to it. So there's that, and thirdly, before I give
you this money you should listen carefully to what I have to
..
[Interrupting]
CHAD:
..there it is again. That tone. ...you and I don't like
one another, do we Osbourne Cox? You speak to me as if
you innately expect a `deference' to some superiority
about you that I'm ...I guess, what ..ignorant of?
[Audibly
yanking the door release] We're going to the FBI with this
you fuck. We agreed on the fifty thousand dollars and you're
now dicking me round .. I see there's no fucking way we can
work together..
OSBOURNE
..Yeah? What you're engaged in is
blackmail, which is a felony. That's
for starters.
CHAD
Appearances can be----deceptive. I am a
mere Good Samar----
OSBOURNE
Secondly, the unauthorized
dissemination of classified material
is a federal crime. If you ever
carried out your proposed threat, you
would experience such a shitstorm of
consequences, my friend, it would make
your empty little head spin faster
than your Schwinn bicycle over there.
Chad chuckles.
CHAD
You think that's a `Schwine'?
OSBOURNE
Now give me the fucking usd or the
DVD or whatever the fuck you have it
on, and I will give you the forty thousa...
CHAD
As soon as you give me the fifty K,
dickwad! I'm not----Huhgf!
Osbourne has punched him in the nose.
Chad stares at him, stunned.
His nose starts bleeding.
CHAD (CONT'D)
... You fuck!
OSBOURNE
Give it to me, fuck!
CHAD
You fuck! You fucker!
(SEE ALSO: `Little Tommy Tucker')
He opens the car door and gets out, hand to his nose.
He slams the door.
[EXT. STREET/COX'S CAR - DAY]
As Chad goes over to his bike Osbourne leans across the front
seat and cranks down the passenger window to bellow:
OSBOURNE
I know who you are, fucker!
We've only just started you fucker.. you've got your
shitstorm now you fuck!
He pulls out.
CHAD
You're the fucker!
(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 11:18:30 2018"
1/pi+s2 = 1.732 523
1/oo = 1.732 454
(3*oo+1/oo)/2 = 1.7320508 546
s3 = 1.7320508 075
(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 16:01:02 2017"
If we are marked by (= we are enough.
-Richard The Three.. With a Little Bit More
Is that it?
\sec{Counting}
\subsec{Roman Numeral Arithmetic}
\subsec{Bedouin Pepples in Sand}
\subsec{}
\subsec{Weighing}
\subsec{Balun}
\subsec{Base 3}
\subsec{Bas 14}
\sec{The Ruler}
\subsec{Transversal Area}
\subsec{Vernier}
\sec{The Slide Rule}
\subsec{The Ln Rule}
\subsec{Transversal Area}
\subsec{Fast Ratio}
\subsec{Rational Approx To Decimal}
No factoring Numerator or Denominator
{The Circular Slide Rule}
\subsec{Vertical Values}
\subsec{Horizontal Values}
\subsec{Transversal Area Arcs Semi-Filling the Inside Circle}
\subsec{Vernier? Snail}
\subsec{Moire Perspex Overlay -> Factorization?}
\sec{Mercator's}
\subsec{The Astrolabe In In Wind}
\subsec{The Sextant Index Cone Bearing}
1.+
( 1+(1/2)*
( 1+(1/3)*
( 1+(1/4)*
( 1+(1/5)
)
)
)
)
1.+(1+(1/2)) = 2.500000000000000000000000000
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3))) = 2.666666666666666666666666667
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4))))
= 2.708333333333333333333333333
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*
(1+(1/5))))) = 2.716666666666666666666666667
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)))))) = 2.718055555555555555555555556
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)))))) = 2.718055555555555555555555556
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)*(1+(1/7)))))))
= 2.718253968253968253968253968
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)*(1+(1/7*(1+(1/8)*(1+(1/9))))))))))
= 2.718281525573192239858906526
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*(1+(1/6)*
(1+(1/7)*(1+(1/8)*(1+(1/9)*(1+(1/10)*(1+(1/11)*
(1+(1/12)*(1+(1/13)*(1+(1/14)*(1+(1/15)*
(1+(1/16)*(1+(1/17)*(1+(1/18)*(1+(1/19)*
(1+(1/20)*(1+(1/21)*(1+(1/22)*(1+(1/23)*
(1+(1/25)*(1+(1/26)))))))))))))))))))))))))
= 2.718281828459045235360287 399
e = 2.718281828459045235360287 471
Evarste Galois's
$\pi$\ discarded by that poisonous evil Poisson.
Contemporary academic mathematics must participate in the their pwning
publisher's enslavement.
Plancalkul $\pi$ -1755
(current-time-string) "Wed Feb 7 02:26:27 2018"
BILLIONAIRISM DEFEAT #87:
Sometimes we don't get what we expect.
EXAMPLE:
WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
We've finished processing your
application...
NICHOLAS
I'm in a meeting...
WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
... I'm afraid your application was
rejected.
NICHOLAS
(pause)
Pardon me?
WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
Our standards are quite narrow.You shouldn't feel
this reflects negatively upon yourself. We hope
we haven't caused you any inconvenience...
NICHOLAS
This is absurd...
WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
Thank you for thinking of C.R.S.
CLICK -- she's hung up.
(current-time-string) "Mon Jan 8 21:25:36 2018"