When a robot's sent to serve a lowly human,
It takes so little thought to fill each whim -
His capacities and general acumen
Are wasted on intelligence so dim.
A brain size of a planet's not an asset
When your master any sign of reason shuns
A difference so vast one can't surpass it -
Ah, a robot's lot is not a happy one.
Oh, when a golden-hearted spaceship's to be run, to be run,
Then a robot's lot is not a happy one.
There's this pain all down the diodes in my flank, see,
Which nobody ever bothered to repair;
Oh, I'm just a robot - there's no need to thank me:
"Marvin! Do this, pick that up, stand over there."
I can't even have a pleasant conversation -
When I tried, the ship committed suicide.
Set to mindless tasks so far beneath my station,
"Life! Don't talk to me 'bout life,"'s my anguished cry.
Oh, when a golden-hearted spaceship's to be run, to be run,
Then a robot's lot is not a happy one.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Marvin's Lot Is Not a Happy One...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Weather Update
If this continues much longer, I'm going to start looking for someone building a really big boat.
Could be worse, I suppose. It could be...um, never mind.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Fairly obvious, in retrospect...
Why you shouldn't mix Gilbert & Sullivan and Princess Bride:
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I'm called Princess Buttercup, soon to be Florin's Queen,
Though I could never tell why -
Prince Humperdinck hates me - ah, poor Princess Buttercup,
Soon to be murdered am I!
I was dragged into danger by three deadly strangers,
And some shrieking eels tried to chomp -
But then - inconceivably! - Man in Black rescued me,
And carried me into the Swamp.
We faced perils dire, from Snow Sand to fire,
And ROUS's defied;
We lived - were elated, but Humperdinck waited,
In the Count's machine Westley has died.
But he's my dear Westley, and I am his Buttercup,
And our love will not fade away -
I betrayed him and shunned him; though it may have stunned him,
He'll save me from my wedding day!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Changing times
Usually I find retronyms amusing, as well as an interesting indication of how culture changes over time. However, I just found an unexpected one based on the cis/trans organic chemistry terms, used to describe bonds on the same side or opposite sides, respectively, of a double bond. I must say, it would not have occurred to me to describe myself as cisgendered...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Heeeere, Clio!
Some fortunate people are visited by the Muse.
So why do I have to chase her down and beat every sentence out of her with a giant stick?
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
And once again...
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Ready...aim...fire!
I vote for officially canonizing Darwin as Patron Saint of Stupidity. No real reason, but he seems to be well on the way there already.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
I have decided.
Wyoming weather is not only sentient, but actively malicious. And really enjoys April Fools' Day.
This morning, it was somewhat cool, but not too bad. By noon, it was actually a pretty nice day - sunny and warm enough to go without a coat.
An hour later, it was snowing. A blizzard of huge flakes.
Wonderful Wyoming...
UPDATE: Now it's bright and sunny again.
UPDATE: Now it's snowing and sunny. This is capricious, even for Wyo.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Rain check, please!
It is nearly April, it's supposed to be spring! What is with all this snow?
They say Wyoming has four seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction. Still, I'm getting tired of getting a cold snowy blast to the face every time I step outside.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Once again...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
For those of you
...who have yet to fill your Weird Music Quota for the day:
The Hallelujah Chorus...kind of.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
R. I. P.
50 years ago today...
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.
---Don McLean, "American Pie"
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
That's a Kitty!
When a paw hits your eye and you see stars go by,
That's a kitty.
When you feel claws dig in and you see feline grin,
That's a kitty.
Cat will purr at discomfiture 'til you grab her fur
And fling her through the ceiling.
Cat will play, always in the way, scorning your dismay,
And your days slyly stealing.
When you wake up in fear with a yowl in your ear,
That's a kitty.
When you dance down the hall trying hard not to fall,
That's a cat.
When you feel trembling but there's no earthquake
shaking the city
Just a cat in your lap, purring in her cat-nap...
That's a kitty!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
What to do...
When you have too much time on your hands:
You're never too old to play with your food, kids!
