TWEET TWEET

A LITTLE RED BIRDIE'S FLUTTERED ALONG TO GIVE ME SOME NEWS! IT SEEMS ALL ISN'T WELL WITH OUR GOOD FRIEND SNORE DE BLISS' CONDITION. THIS BEHAVIOR, TOO, IS SIMPLY INEXCUSABLE! SO SPONTANEOUS, SO SENTIMENTAL, SO SILLY. WILL IT END SUITABLY FOR THE AUDIENCE? OF COURSE, FOR YOU MUST BE ENTERTAINED IF THIS CHARADE IS TO CONTINUE! BUT WITH WHOM WILL LADY LUCK THROW IN HER LOT? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!

...THAT'S JUST TOO ABRUPT AN ENDING. YOU'VE BEEN SUCH WONDERFUL DISCIPLES SO FAR, ADHERING TO MY PRONOUNCEMENTS WITH THE GREATEST DEGREE OF OBEDIENCE YOU CAN MUSTER, AND FOR THAT I'LL GIVE YOU A TEASER OF SORTS. NOT AN GLANCE AHEAD, OH NO. A BRAIN TEASER, WITH A TIE-IN TO YOUR COMRADE'S FUTURE LONGEVITY.

FIND AS MANY RED LETTERS AS YOU CAN HIGHLIGHTED IN MY POSTS BETWEEN THIS ONE AND THE LAST TIME I PONTIFICATED. USING THESE LETTERS, CONSTRUCT SOME FANCY WORDS. FOR EVERY 7-LETTER WORD YOU MAKE WITHOUT REPEATING A CONSONANT OR VOWEL IN THE WORD, YOU'LL SUBTRACT FIFTEEN MINUTES OF TIME FROM MR. BLISS' EXTENDED VISIT TO MY KINGDOM TONIGHT. FOR EVERY 7 LETTER OR LESS WORD YOU RECALL AND POST WHICH RELATES TO SLEEPING CONDITIONS AND FOLLOWS THE ABOVE, YOU WILL SUBTRACT THIRTY MINUTES OF TIME FROM HIS VOYAGE THROUGH THE DREAM SCAPE. HE'LL BE LOUNGING IN A BED, SERENELY SNOOZING FOR A WHILE - HOW TIRING ALL-NIGHT DRIVES TO SAN FRANCISCO CAN BE FOR SUCH A BURDENED SOUL.

I'LL START OFF, TO HELP RATTLE THOSE ATROPHYING MINDS OF YOURS INTO ACTION, WITH THE WORD APNEA. NOW, THERE ARE ONLY 47 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES LEFT ON THE DREAMER'S BUSY SCHEDULE TO WHITTLE AWAY. GET TO WORK, YOUNG SCHOLARS. I EXPECT QUITE THE VOCABULARY LIST WHEN I RETURN.

THE OBELISK