[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.