To Whom It May Concern: In Which A Better Mathematician Is Recommended

I don't suppose that I hold any sway
'Mongst eschatologists, but if I did
This sonnet would go quite far in the way
Of recommending Nemo for the bid
Of doomsday calculator. Here's a guy
Who draws a perfect circle with no tools
Beyond a pen or pencil. You and I
Would need a compass at the least; such fools
As we have no innate grasp of the laws
Of mathematics as our Nemo hath.
With confidence and without any pause
Could we accept this strange, rare artist's math
And plan to board our pets, know what to wear
For Rapture. Hire him that we may prepare!

In Which I Become A (Bad) Remote Viewer...For SCIENCE

Well, "Oh, my SCIENCE" where am I right now?

Says Richard Wiseman each morning at eight

(That's my time in Wyoming; must allow

For time zones. At three GMT he'll wait

For us to make our psychic guesses for

The Twitter-based experiment he's made).

We had a test on Monday, and my score

Was what one might expect; were it a grade

It would be "F." This suits me, yes it does;

I'm skeptical of psychics and their claims.

I worry just a bit, though, that because

I disbelieve, I'm buggering their aims.

I hope indeed that I do not sandbag

The data set. That would be quite a drag.