Now That's A Novel Title

(A work in progress)


Well it might be about the famous flying pig mathematician slash philosopher slash deity slash messiah that once proved π was rational and promptly had all his flight privileges revoked. I can't say. I'll need to slash a few words more and a few more words first; firstly, in the beginning at least; until we know each other better...

Success, like death, marks the end of effort, so enjoy these ongoing failures while they last.

Ideas to flesh out
  • Pikers encounter their first ever planet.
  • Yikes fails at walking on water.
  • Pikers surround the earth.
  • Invention of rain.
  • Pikers evolutionary path.


It seems a violent betrayal, me divulging how I wound up with the manuscript....

But as they now have the destruction order, it will be destroyed, which is why we must work fast... how I came upon the manuscripts. This arising from...

They have survived by journeying through deserted and wayward places, where cobweb is king and no silence goes unheard, to reach us now,...

...but all our directions are blocked... ...they will have it soon...

Between us, differences akimbo, together yet separate we must translate; in threes, as one.

we! what we? you are the narrator/translator! you say what you are translating and then you translate. just provide a little background intro.

Chapter 1

  • time fancier
  • can't speak piccolo
  • test-crash-messiah
  • has a parole officer (crime?)

Yikes was spitting chips when he found out. He had drawn the short straw with a ball point pen only to find out that straws aren't made of ink; and neither are those specks of dust often referred to by the less-enlightened as planets. He was never going to be the Messiah; that was obvious, but partly from pity and partly from more pity, he had been selected to do a trial run on the great one's favourite speck of dust; the earth.

Why on earth? he said, more to himself than to his friends who were out at the time. What have they got wrong this time.

Ironic really, as Yike's take on being a messiah was so flawed that it bordered on being human.

All the better to convince them with. The booming voice of his parole officer filled the room in much the same way as water fills the lungs of a drowning rat; only with less affection. These had been hard times for Yikes; if you can imagine such a thing in the absence of mass and time. Here, everything just is and was and will be all at the same time; being the inoperative word.

The truth is, he was not really cut out for heaven; having once read up on the concept of time; and liking the smell of it. But it was a foreign concept and this meant his interpretations were a little skew whiff. Still, he was never happier than when he was fantasising about a life spent dwelling on the future, reliving the present, and predicting the past; then he felt the kind of bliss you only experience when you get to eat the last piece of chocolate.

But there was literally no time to give the matter the extra consideration it didn't deserve. He would be going to earth as a test-crash dummy for the next messiah. This was lousy work with lousy pay and no super; plus you never knew how the inhabitants would take you.

It wont be a drama trumpeted the parole officer; his hair still damp from Yike's unorthodox practice baptism lesson. Fortunately Yikes was fluent in both trumpet and oboe. Occasionally the parole office would rabbit on in piccolo, but Yike's couldn't understand a note of it, and just nodded where it best seemed appropriate. Incidentally, it was during such a high-pitched diatribe that Yike's had inadvertently volunteered to be a test-crash messiah.

Chapter 2

  • addicted to ozone
  • circular space travelers
  • eat crisps [sic]
  • communicate by bumping
The arrival of the Pikers - mobius strip club - Klein bottle of moonshine - 1st day of creation 3am (GMT+8) with daylight savings on top - disc-shaped free-space travelers - addicted to ozone

The Pikers of Egg Beta III in the constellation of Felix Hash Minor were constrained by space, but not time. These neo-plastic frisbee-shaped creatures [sic] had renounced heaven; not because of some deep theological dispute, but simply because they liked whizzing about in what humans (lacking foresight) had come to refer to as outer space.

They were also very much addicted to the smell of ozone. This is not exactly correct as ozone has no odour unless you add some herbs; the Pikers simply had not realised that the ozone made them smell. No harm done though; they certainly were not the first species to find solace in their own underarms on a hot day.

As with all that have encountered heaven; the ratio of their circumference to their radius was now rational (as all good ratios should be). Each was exactly a metre and a bit in diameter, with both numerator and denominator on speaking terms. A curling antenna at top centre being the only evidence that the mathematical anomaly had been corrected. None objected, as it made communication between them much easier.

The end result of this heavenly endorsement was that when they were rotated clockwise; the sum of their parts was considered to be more or less equal to the number they first thought of. However, when they were rotated anti-clockwise they just threw up a lot. This is the price you pay for having the space, but no time.

In the past, they had communicated by rhythmically bumping into other; think Morse code with a disco beat; the practice of which was frowned upon and had since been deprecated. The philosophers had gone out of their way to hide this practice from the history books; but the geeks (in the absence of a decent social life) had kept it alive.

Due to a shortage of ambulances, they were forced to ambulate by more intuitive means. Recycling warm bodily fluids to their pale underbelly gave them lift, slipstreaming the occasional comet gave them momentum; the curly tail did the rest, which included directional coordination, the proper time to instigate mutual flatulence (for dodging hyper space toll booths), and also letting them know when it was time to eat.

The sole diet of the Pikers was Crisps, or to put it less delicately, their own dead skin, although it was not really dead, as it continued to grow after shedding. Crisps themselves, fed off the vomit of pikers which they found to be scrummy and quite unlike tapioca pudding. This was the sole reason why the discomfort of anti-clockwise navigation still persisted. It was a case of you scratch my back and I'll have yours for dinner. This form of self-sustaining recursive cannibalism kept the Pikers out of hot water and the Crisps out of the frying pan.

History speaks of a time when a coup was attempted by all Crispdom. Its goal was to better their position in the taxonomy of light snack life forms. However, they had to give up in disgust when it was realized that their essential weaponry, the tooth, was going to take at least another two million more nano-pedicures to evolve.

Chapter 3

Soul-merging algorithm - perfection debunked - camel and needle

Heaven and hell are no different. Bliss and misery walk hand in hand and talk foot in mouth without perspiring. No guns aimed across camps; the still light of peace imbibing.

The reborn soul is built from three parts; the original soul, the soul of the three most admired, and the soul of the three most despised. In all cases of course, only the 'good' in each is retained; this lays the groundwork for next growth. All genetic quirks, however, both natured and nurtured, are preserved, and also serve to influence the soul; the rest being left to that most quaint of constraints, the hour glass.

This soul-merge algorithm was ratified by the elders of Babel-Gum on a day without date, in a meeting without minutes, around a rational-pi-shaped table.

The meeting room, also being super-circular, was tracked; the table grooved to fit; the two paired; the meeting spun. All attendees wore musical devices that encouraged foot tapping. The soles of their feet tapped the moving floor; marks were left. At meetings end, patterns were analyzed, patents were pended; copyrights were fringed; bank balances were interested. Here, the creative was constantly put through her paces. There was no rest for the fickle muse.

Above the table hung the pendulum oracle of the camel and the needle proving once and for all that a small enough camel can fit through a large enough needle, provided he is unburdened and she is sharp.

...through the eye of a needle came an unburdened camel...
...foster the notion that the word perfect can only ever be realised as an adverb. This, like a pimple, is self-obvious to the timeless, where there is no such thing as an end result. Basium perfectus; non perfectus basium translated in loose attire approximates to 'Kiss perfectly, for there is no perfect kiss'.

Chapter 4

Peregrim - maths teacher - string - wickets - MCG

On a day ending in 'y' and beginning with sunrise, a class of Year 10 students was scheduled to go on an excursion to the Melbourne Cricket Ground. This was a normal part of the sports curriculum. On this day however, Mr Shagraat, (the second 'a' is silent as in cucumber), their normal sports teacher had come down with a case of lager, and was unable to attend to his duties.

Finding there to be no teacher from the sports contingent available to take over, the duty then fell to geeky science and maths teacher, Mr Perigrim, who, on hearing the news had a sudden rush of nausea, and quickly excused himself in the direction of the staff toilets.

It is a little known fact that in his school years Mr Perigrim was always picked last on the sports team. This had irked him, but he kept it hidden by deriving the quadratic formula in his head. One day a new student arrived at school. His name was Felix Lake which was unfortunate, as everyone just called him Flake. Nobody really paid that much attention to him, but it was a pivotal moment in the life of Grant Perigrim the day when Felix Lake was picked last on the sports team for rugby.

For the first time in his lack lustre sporting career, Grant played rugby like a man possessed, surprising teacher and team mates alike. But no one was surprised when he came off second best tring to tackle Kyle Black (Thud to all his cowering friends). When Grant finally came to, he was grinning from ear to ear. Even after Felix Lake contracted some rare skin disease and had to be home-schooled, Grant was never again picked last in sport.

Five minutes later Mr Peregrim emerged from the staff toilets looking much better; in fact you could almost see a gleam in his pasty pixel-ridden eyes. He announced that he needed to get some materials for the journey, and vanished for another another five minutes or so.

And so it came to pass that Mr Perigrim took a class of P/E students to the Melbourne Cricket Ground. The event was sedate enough; a typical guided tour ensued. Mr Perigrim jotted down the dimension of the oval and did a quick tango with his pocket calculator. When they finally stepped out onto the field itself, Mr Peregrim could almost hear the crowd roar, but it was only the ground keeper who had been experimenting with a new allergy medication.

When they reached the centre of the ground, Mr Peregrim asked the students to divide themselves into two teams.


Chapter 5

transportation mechanism - heat swirling - navigation tail - know knowledge of planets ...and a phantom feed factor of five fifty five (PFF-555)

The Pikers, having garnished a decent bit of momentum off Halley's comet, pitched their discoidal frames towards Helios...

Chapter n; n > 6

character (narrator) introduced, discovery of data, and subsequent translation,...

Chapter n + i; i > 0

I come to you; my feet have too; my knees still warm from pickling glue, having ascended this photograph of a cliff face using this etching of facelift; hence the squint; as one does when one is trying to apply for makeup pay by the light of a passing glue factory. Ye goons! Someone has spike milliganed me drink! I told you I was sick!

[A bunch of chapters here be me hearties.]

But this time around we are ordered to destroy it; a hard duty, but to be honoured in full faith.

Who are these guys? soldiers? faithful servants? of who? tradition? law? faith? was not heading this way.
[Here be more chapterinos me leprous bilge rats from Plethora!]

In January 2017, somewhere off the coast of the Isle of Plaque, a salmon tanker en route to Dirk Bogarde Island encountered a school of jellyfish that, from their frenetic...

The captain, a man hardened by years of drinking quick-dry cement, was taking stock cubes from the galley and using them to test his latest stacking algorithm.

a revolutionary new way of stacking...

Set up scene...translation begins...
[Ahoy! There be Chapter Island up ahead me captain!]

Chapter n + j; j > i

The original taxonomy was lost long ago.

Deviations from the original are many. Factions, agendas and other human follies all conspire to thwart and mutate the truth. The worst damage was done by the Knights of the Blessed Order of Burning Toast. Although well renowned for their charitable works, their belief system had spun out of control when an ink stain resulted in frog-licking being introduced as a penance for some of the minor sins, in particular A, E and F-sharp minor sins.

Merry times ensued. Many invisible entities were serenaded, and gladly returned the compliment...

Details of merry frog-licking times.

This is a bit bollocky as there is either no truth; or if there were a truth, it could not be thwarted. we can play both sides of this.

Within a year a new canon was released. Truth had been divided into three, and each piece secretly relocated as follows. One was...

Context? Examples?
[Open another barrel of chapter rum.]

So what is the connection between π being irrational and pigs once being able to fly?

  • research flying pigs
  • research π as a rational number
  • connect the two
  • llamas
  • invisible ink recipes
  • raisins
  • accidental errors in translations

Llamas are related to pigs - both ungulate about the place - llamas are furry. 'llama' has a superfluous letter in it which, like pi, is irrational - llamas and pigs - llamas and flight - flying circles - Mony the llama's slipped discus - pigtails - spirals - braiding

...the following extract from his...

Pig flying is irrational
π (pronounced pie) is irrational 
π  = pig - g
pig = π  + g
 = 2(pig - g) 
 = 2(π  + g) - g) 
 = 2(pig - g^2) 
π = pig - g^2 
  g = g^2 
	g = 0 or 1 or -1 for (R)
Oh Eureka stockade! Pig tails!
I talk to the trees. 
That's why they put me away...
[Avast and aarrgh and all that! ready the chapter anchor ye two legged vermin!]

Chapter 2n + 3; n > n - 1

When Yikes first turned water into wine, it was really just to liven up the place. The usual melancholy that accompanied the tail end of a three day fast was high, and since water was permitted as a beverage, Yikes believed a derivative would also.

In the reverent carousing that ensued, many came forward to recite verses from the sermon on the precipice, and to rededicate their life savings to the poor. Revelry ensued; angels were sighted and cited; blessings were given; many were healed of diseases they did not know they had; the usual stuff.

It did end rather tragically though. Three days of not eating washed down with holy water wine will do that to you. None survived, bar Yikes. In his case all the wine had seeped out through an incompletely sealed wound in his right side. Yikes received another sainthood for this, and was given permission never to return.

Yikes had been blessed with this skill by virtue of his strong stance against the great evil that had encompassed the abbey. The last straw for Yikes had been the inclusion of dirges with a back beat into the Book of Common Hymns, Prayers and Household Hints, even though the offending tunes were hidden in the Appendix and scribed using an invisible ink. (This was especially difficult since the ink was in an invisible ink bottle as well.)

The invisible quill used is lost (on its way) to Antiquity. Or is it?

It was all a bit of a rort really. The elders had realised that they had not used up their yearly quota of sainthoods, and were wary of ecumenical budget cuts should they have any left over at next solstice. Many dubious saints were ordained during this period, right up until it was agreed that all sainthoods were issued from a global pool, ... Even Abacus the Lesser But Not By Much had felt compelled to support this ordinance.

So Yikes had prevailed and an appendectomy was performed; first on him, and then the hymnal.

Appendectomy for Dummies? Details of surgical procedures?

It was not until later that rumours began surfacing from the floor below that Yike's religious fervour in this case was driven by the fact that he danced like a white boy. He really had no ear for music, having lopped both off accidentally during a close shave with a blunt razorback.

Unbeknownst to the spellchecker on duty, some wine had spilled to the floor and some small stones had been turned into raisins...

Who is the spellchecker, and what was his part in the spelling of 'unbeknownst'.
[hoist the jolly chapter ye bloated sons of rotting snot!]
Quiz? What does/could it stand for. Why?

... always choosing his second love over his first. And he knew he was doing it, but he couldn't stop himself...

the butler?

Chapter 2n + 4; n > n/π

Yikes liked to fish. But he did not like to touch fish. He loved casting; he loved the physics involved. He loved the nibbling and the hooking. When reeling in a catch he felt he was water skiing. But once landed he really would prefer there were mechanisms in place to deal with the arrival, for this part was like flushing the toilet to him.

Chapter 2b or not 2b

Pending an inquest...

Chapter 3 & 6 pence

Pending an update...

Phrases: Cabbages of Dyslexica

Chapter 50 - n

Impending doom...

Chapter 51 - n

The sun had drained all the rivers. Cracked beds crying for SPF-45 and sizeable dollops of aloe vera. The rains had gone and taken all the rainbows with them, leaving at least two pots of gold at large. Somewhere over some rainbow God was building a sauna.

Rounding to the nearest Tuesday or new moon is also recommended. The proof is left as an exercise to the reader. (Hint: pi is irrational)

Test cases, proof, examples...

Under the leadership Theo de ...

Many believe the current taxonomy bears little or no resemblance to the original.


[eligible] Scribble in back cover section