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[timk]

waiting for request of fossilized monkey poo... somehow think it's gonna come up hahaha

 

[pdib]

Hey Pdib,

Will this fit? It's 6" long, 1.75" thick, 2.5" wide
Fossilized walrus tusk

Edit: It fits!

I'm willing to try it if you are, VH.

 

[pdib]

<--- List #13!!!


That could be your stage name....

Not to fossilized monkey POO on your parade, good Rictic . . . .. . mine says #14. (hope I didn't mislead*)


(don't matter anyway . . . . .. from this far out they look like they're standing right on top of each other)






*addit: I think we started talking . . . . time passed . .. . others committed . . . . and then you (like, next morning or something).

 

[Xobeloot]

waiting for request of fossilized monkey poo... somehow think it's gonna come up hahaha

Fossilized poo is actually cheaper than ancient wood...

Hmmm... Coprolite Oliver...




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[Xobeloot]

It's past midnight... So here is my pony. Notice the pile of poo.... In 10,000 years it will become coprolite...

Goodnight world


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[MasterofNone]

Sleep well sweet monkey.


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[Rictic]

Not to fossilized monkey POO on your parade, good Rictic . . . .. . mine says #14. (hope I didn't mislead*)


(don't matter anyway . . . . .. from this far out they look like they're standing right on top of each other)






*addit: I think we started talking . . . . time passed . .. . others committed . . . . and then you (like, next morning or something).

Damnit... I wasn't subtle enough... #Inceptionisdifficult

 

[onjre]

Oh! I caught up again! That only took a week...

 

[pdib]

OK! No more talking until everybody catches up!



except for this . . . . .. . . . .

They all agreed that I could not be produced according to the regular laws of nature, because I was not framed with a capacity of preserving my life, either by swiftness, or climbing of trees, or digging holes in the earth. They observed by my teeth, which they viewed with great exactness, that I was a carnivorous animal; yet most quadrupeds being an overmatch for me, and field mice, with some others, too nimble, they could not imagine how I should be able to support myself, unless I fed upon snails and other insects, which they offered, by many learned arguments, to evince that I could not possibly do. One of these virtuosi seemed to think that I might be an embryo, or abortive birth. But this opinion was rejected by the other two, who observed my limbs to be perfect and finished; and that I had lived several years, as it was manifest from my beard, the stumps whereof they plainly discovered through a magnifying glass. They would not allow me to be a dwarf, because my littleness was beyond all degrees of comparison; for the queen’s favourite dwarf, the smallest ever known in that kingdom, was near thirty feet high. After much debate, they concluded unanimously, that I was only relplum scalcath, which is interpreted literally lusus naturae; [freak of nature] a determination exactly agreeable to the modern philosophy of Europe, whose professors, disdaining the old evasion of occult causes, whereby the followers of Aristotle endeavoured in vain to disguise their ignorance, have invented this wonderful solution of all difficulties, to the unspeakable advancement of human knowledge.

and this . . . . . ..

Towards the end of November, during a thaw, at nine o'clock one morning, a train on the Warsaw and Petersburg railway was approaching the latter city at full speed. The morning was so damp and misty that it was only with great difficulty that the day succeeded in breaking; and it was impossible to distinguish anything more than a few yards away from the carriage windows.
Some of the passengers by this particular train were returning from abroad; but the third-class carriages were the best filled, chiefly with insignificant persons of various occupations and degrees, picked up at the different stations nearer town. All of them seemed weary, and most of them had sleepy eyes and a shivering expression, while their complexions generally appeared to have taken on the colour of the fog outside.
When day dawned, two passengers in one of the third-class carriages found themselves opposite each other. Both were young fellows, both were rather poorly dressed, both had remarkable faces, and both were evidently anxious to start a conversation. If they had but known why, at this particular moment, they were both remarkable persons, they would undoubtedly have wondered at the strange chance which had set them down opposite to one another in a third-class carriage of the Warsaw Railway Company.
One of them was a young fellow of about twenty-seven, not tall, with black curling hair, and small, grey, fiery eyes. His nose was broad and flat, and he had high cheek bones; his thin lips were constantly compressed into an impudent, ironical—it might almost be called a malicious—smile; but his forehead was high and well formed, and atoned for a good deal of the ugliness of the lower part of his face. A special feature of this physiognomy was its death-like pallor, which gave to the whole man an indescribably emaciated appearance in spite of his hard look, and at the same time a sort of passionate and suffering expression which did not harmonize with his impudent, sarcastic smile and keen, self-satisfied bearing. He wore a large fur—or rather astrachan—overcoat, which had kept him warm all night, while his neighbour had been obliged to bear the full severity of a Russian November night entirely unprepared. His wide sleeveless mantle with a large cape to it—the sort of cloak one sees upon travellers during the winter months in Switzerland or North Italy—was by no means adapted to the long cold journey through Russia, from Eydkuhnen to St. Petersburg.
The wearer of this cloak was a young fellow, also of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age, slightly above the middle height, very fair, with a thin, pointed and very light coloured beard; his eyes were large and blue, and had an intent look about them, yet that heavy expression which some people affirm to be a peculiarity as well as evidence, of an epileptic subject. His face was decidedly a pleasant one for all that; refined, but quite colourless, except for the circumstance that at this moment it was blue with cold. He held a bundle made up of an old faded silk handkerchief that apparently contained all his travelling wardrobe, and wore thick shoes and gaiters, his whole appearance being very un-Russian.

 

[Aal_]

This thread is tiring. In a good way of course ...... or not.....

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[Megan Kogijiki Ratchford]

Okay, you can't post that without sources! Is the second one Nabokov?

 

[glassgal]

Okay, you can't post that without sources! Is the second one Nabokov?

My guess is Dostoevsky - the idiot... LOL!

 

[Megan Kogijiki Ratchford]

My guess is Dostoevsky - the idiot... LOL!

Oh too true!

 

[timk]

OK! No more talking until everybody catches up!



except for this . . . . .. . . . .



and this . . . . . ..

That's one of them there fancy books huh?

 

[timk]

Google says......

Gulliver's Travels and The Idiot haha ya I cheated

 

[MamaTried]

Gulliver's Travels and the Idiot

 

[onjre]

OK! No more talking until everybody catches up!



except for this . . . . .. . . . .



and this . . . . . ..

Oh I got the second one! The first not so much...

 

[glassgal]

They are both books that are satirical comments on the man's state of existential dilemma. The first, Swift's Gulliver Travels is more a political satire, but that particular part is about how alien man can be perceived.

The 3rd part could be a paragraph from Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land (The Idiot is about this christ-like guy, complete with ...... and madonna).

I think pdib is not making mods but doing belly button contemplation of his reason for existing. That or he's hitting male menopause.

 

[onjre]

By the way, I was liking all the mechanical switch talk. When I started reading this thread I was sure dibi just filled it with magic dust and monkey poo. It turns out that's what a spring is...

What if you had a wedge shaped piece of copper, stainless whatever connected to the bottom of the button that, when pressed, wedges between two contact leaves... The leaves would have some flexibility allowing the metal to rub a little bit each time the button is pressed. This would keep the contact clean.

 

[pdib]

By the way, I was liking all the mechanical switch talk. When I started reading this thread I was sure dibi just filled it with magic dust and monkey poo. It turns out that's what a spring is...

What if you had a wedge shaped piece of copper, stainless whatever connected to the bottom of the button that, when pressed, wedges between two contact leaves... The leaves would have some flexibility allowing the metal to rub a little bit each time the button is pressed. This would keep the contact clean.

I call for napkin sketch . .. .