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

[calrighty]

Sleep well...I shall persevere.....for a few minutes, anyway.

[Darksheare]

Thanks.
Have a good evening.

[calrighty]

YOO too monswar!

[Conservomax]

I remember this thread from last month. What has the discussion morphed into?

(Believe it or not I can't read 8000+ posts).

Or is it 1000 tiny discussions blended into one.

BTW did the poet ever confront whomever he was gunning for?

[NicknamedBob]

"What has the discussion morphed into? "

Well, aside from the normal exchanges about cats and other animals, among other things we went to the Moon and returned. (Moon Launch | Lunar Launch)

"(Believe it or not I can't read 8000+ posts)."

That's what you get for skipping class. Besides, we're now onto about one hundred and thirty-eight thousand posts, if you start at the actual beginning, with the founding troll, jjfate. Here is the Last Post of the Original Undead Thread.

" ... did the poet ever confront whomever he was gunning for?"

No. He stood stuned at the microphone until he was hooked off the stage, but we have plenty of poets...

Graphic from St.Louie1

How to be Uppity

Jump up at the crack of dawn, and jump into your pants,
Shake out the wrinkles and your sleep with a merry wake-up dance.
Zip up your trousers with a smile, and with a bit of care.
Your uppity ability must need be guarded there.

Sunny up your breakfast and then just shake a leg or two,
The world outside is waiting to be shaken up by you.
Be up for all the downers who have come to plague your life,
And don’t forget to save some up to please your loving wife.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . July 28, 2004
© 2004

Graphic from St.Louie1

How to be Uppity

Jump up at the crack of dawn, and jump into your pants,
Shake out the wrinkles and your sleep with a merry wake-up dance.
Zip up your trousers with a smile, and with a bit of care.
Your uppity ability must need be guarded there.

Sunny up your breakfast and then just shake a leg or two,
The world outside is waiting to be shaken up by you.
Be up for all the downers who have come to plague your life,
And don’t forget to save some up to please your loving wife.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . July 28, 2004
© 2004

[NicknamedBob]

Speaking of returns...

Across the Northern Pacific, people on a thousand islands look up to see a celestial apparition, a fiery streak across the heavens that rivals the approaching morning sunlight.

Burning through the atmosphere, and slowing as it descends, it fills the sky with a very distant rumble, coming long after it has disappeared from view.

But just North of the Equator, and a little over a thousand miles West of the International Date Line, it makes a more commanding spectacle. Riding an octet of ravaging pillars of fire, the apparition descends slowly to the surface of the ocean. Its fiery roman candles tilting outward at the last minute to avoid touching the cold water.

Almost empty by now of reaction mass, the squat, flattened shape comes to rest easily on the surface of the sea, floating serenely in the sudden silence as the fires of its rockets are quenched. The Lunar Expedition has returned.

A flotilla of vessels, and barges and tugs, set out to join the strange craft and to welcome it home. This, after all, is just the beginning.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Over already?

[NicknamedBob]

"Over already?"

Yep. The longer trip will be in December, but you can sit in on the robot controls if you miss the Moon.

We still have quite a lot of work to do there, for those who can stand the slow pace.

While we're still on the "Poet" thread, I should re-post the ...

Song of the Spider Robot

I have some work to do up here. You folks who live down there,
Would not enjoy the job conditions, first of all, no air!
I don’t seem to mind it though, at least I will not rust,
The lack of food would be a little problem too, I trust?

I’ve got my Momma Moonworm. She suckles me at night,
And solar cells can feed me ‘til the sun is out of sight.
It is the cold I run from, and you would too, you know,
My padding made of CO2 won’t work when it is snow!

I have my brother robots, to help me with the work,
They simply do not know the concept you call “shirk.”
And they’ll be there to lend a “hand,” if I perchance to fall,
And they’ll relay the message when our “Mother” starts to call.

It is a good life, by and large, we’ve got the stuff we need.
We are your colony on the Moon. We are your working “seed.”
We’ll set the catapult up right, and send the things we make,
Jump up and join us, won’t you please? You’re needed for Heaven’s Sake!

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . August 14, 2005

[Tax-chick]

Riding an octet of ravaging pillars of fire,

Vivid!

[NicknamedBob]

I think I'm going to have my work cut out for me when I have to describe the launching of the castle on its way to Mars!

[Tax-chick]

I'm sure you'll have fun.

[King Prout]

brand, bullet weight, type of weapon?
indoor or outdoor?
if it is a semiauto, closely examine the magazine spring for wear, weakness, or rust
if revolver, check cylinder operation for positive rotation and locking in correct index for firing.

[Dead Corpse]

Poetic robots? 3 Laws Safe I take it?

Ok... So.... now... re-fit. Inspect. Reload. Make up the last minute preps and tech changes.

[Darksheare]

Ruger 10/22.
Ammo is Remington thunderbolts.
The rounds are 40 grains.
Outdoor range, no wind, high ladybug content though.
Brand new magazines.

Rounds were bought in 98.
*snicker*

[NicknamedBob]

"... high ladybug content though ..."

Jeez, guy. You ought to have better sense than to shoot through a crowd of critters whose bodies are shaped like steel pots.

No wonder you're getting ricochets.

[Darksheare]

Well.. I dunno if the coning was due to hitting roughly 30 ladybugs in flight or old powder.
Some of the shots didn't feel right, kinda sluggish and soft.

And then there were the ladybugs flying around and landing on everything.

[NicknamedBob]

"3 Laws Safe I take it?"

I've been thinking about Asimov's Three Laws. (Not as much as he did, most likely.)

I don't see how you can make it work.

Robots don't obey laws, they obey programming. For our spider robots, the question doesn't even come up. At the moment, they don't even have enough brainpower to download a game scenario.

They are remote actuators and that's all. We have to control them from here, speed of light delay and all. Torturous.

For my fictional robot creations, the question was more of motivations. What motivates a robot? (Other than electricity.)

I gave mine the equivalent of childlike curiosity, and an interest in human behavior. I'm still watching to see how it works out.

But it's definitely not like Hollywood's version of a robot.

[Dead Corpse]

Bet on powder. Old rounds are ok for plinking, but don't expect stellar accuracy either.

Ruger Ranch Rifle? Not exactly a long, high accuracy barrel length there. 4" at 100 yards sounds like a combo of factors but probably not just Lady Bugs.

Buy some new ammo and try it again...

[Darksheare]

Ruger 10/22, small .22lr carbine that with good brand new ammo gives good accuracy out to 300 feet normally.
Some of the shots seemed soft, the puny kick of the 10/22 seemed even punier on those.
They were off by as much as three inches at most.
But the rounds that still had oomph to them were dead on out to 300 feet.
(Range is a small range.)

Pretty much I figure I will have ot burn up the remaining 250 rounds and buy new ammo.
Especially since the rounds have been sitting since 1998.
(Had a heck of a time finding a range.)

[Darksheare]

Egads those ladybugs.
Looking out over the range was like looking oito a room and watching thousands of dust motes swirling in a sunbeam.
Only these were bugs outdoors.
And there were thousands of them at least.

Guy at the booth next to me went "Augh!" and looked at the end of his scope, ladybug had crawled into his field of view.