A poem for all (I think that you have never got, A poem as lovely as this zot)

me | 09/24/2005 | Creeper, as told to Joyce Killmore-Trolles

[creeperdavis]

A poem

[NicknamedBob]

Lunar Launch (Return to Earth)

All of the primary tasks have been completed. The crew agrees that a month or a year would not be sufficient to do everything that they might want to do, but they are all in agreement that it is time to go. It would not be wise to begin running short on needed supplies, such as food and air. All equipment is fastened in its proper place. Doorways, cabinet hatches and airlocks are all dogged tight. Material samples are put away in their proper containers. Right?

The Command Lunar Module, with its attached four shuttle/thrusters, remains perched directly over the Utility Module, which will be remaining behind on the Moon. The spider robots are secured in their charging sconces as the Utility Module is placed in standby status. The shuttle/thrusters are canted outward, to deflect the direct thrust away from the Utility Module.

At the given instant, the thrusters fire, and synchronize their output, ramping up to what would be an ear-shattering noise, if there were any air to carry the sound. The Command Lunar Module and thruster package leap off the surface of the Moon like a bottle rocket, soaring upward at a rapid pace. For a few minutes the people aboard feel more normal gravity, and regretfully consider what they will have to face when they arrive at Earth.

Swiftly they climb, gaining the proper altitude in short order, and the thrust is suspended. In fact, everything is suspended, for the craft is now in free fall. Blithe assurances that everything was properly secured are shown to be the hollow utterances of a lax crew. More free fall maneuvering is practiced as small bits of debris, and some larger pieces of equipment, are chased down and secured.

During this time, the Lunar Orbital Module has been adroitly maneuvering to a position just in front of the command Lunar Module. They dock together with the CLM now occupying the vacant center of the LOM, creating what looks like a fat hubcap. The four shuttle/thrusters of the landing configuration are now articulated outward to the periphery of the LOM, where they are engaged by a track mechanism that brings them into alignment with the others. The return vehicle is now ready to leave its polar lunar orbit and return to Earth.

On the far side of the Moon, at precisely the correct moment, the thrusters fire to add to their orbital velocity enough momentum to carry them back toward Earth. The reappearance of Earth in the viewing monitors as the craft comes out from behind the Moon is greeted with cheers from the crew, (and from watchers on Earth,) after a successful engine firing. They are on their way home!

[Do not dub me shapka broham]

momgoes2colege

Hunh?

[Tax-chick]

Very technical.

[NicknamedBob]

You didn't know that we of the Undead Thread had sent an expedition to the Moon?

Boy! Where have you been?

[Zavien Doombringer]

HOLY CRAP!!!

Now that's a Zot!

[Do not dub me shapka broham]

http://harrietmiers.blogspot.com/

[sweetliberty]

Alrighty then. That was not at all the mental image I was getting. On a thread such as this it could of meant....well, anything, to someone who doesn't know.

[Tax-chick]

I've decided that the entire concept of Harriet Miers is Boring Beyond Belief.

[Do not dub me shapka broham]

Reminds me of rice cakes.

:7)

[Delta 21]

Too bad no one will ever believe that this is all in the master plan of "W" under the extreemly superb tutelage of Mr. Rove.

The Vast Right Wing Conspiracy never sleeps!

[Dead Corpse]

They are on their way home!

Awww... man...

Do we HAVE too?

[Dead Corpse]

loquacious. Example: See NicknamedBob

I am Locutus of Bob...

Persistance is futile...

[cyborg]

LOL

[Dead Corpse]

I've decided that the entire concept of Harriet Miers is Boring Beyond Belief.

No longer an issue. Withdrawn.

[Dead Corpse]

Hiya cyborg.

[cyborg]

How've you been DC? I'm working a lot these days. Day off today and the nice weather outside means I'll not be checking out the Harriet Miers news too much.

[Dead Corpse]

Been doing good. WAtching my daughter grow. Working my butt off otherwise.

News schmooz. It'll all start up again with the next pick/issue.

[Dead Corpse]

We may need to bring some of these with us next time...

[Not A Snowbird]

Is Susan Estrich clinically insane?

Good call to put the tools down while listening to Susan Estrich. I have no proof, but I'm fairly certain her voice leads to cancer in lab rats and causes heavy machinery to operate on its own.

[Tax-chick]

Well, of course. Once I've made a ruling of Boring Beyond Belief, it's all over. :-).