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    On a recent thread Doozer posted some poetry. Why I normally loath poetry I found this a bit inspired. I am now suggesting that Doozer should now be required to post a new poem at least once a week to remain on the forum.

    What say yee!
    The shortest distance between two points is a circle of infinite diameter.

    Bluewater Model Engineering Society at https://sites.google.com/site/bluewatermes/

  • #2
    I agree with this. And it better be good.
    Hobbyist: someone who makes something sound harder than it is.
    Professional: someone who cant afford to be a hobbyist.

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    • #3
      I like this post!
      "Let me recommend the best medicine in the
      world: a long journey, at a mild season, through a pleasant
      country, in easy stages."
      ~ James Madison

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      • #4
        How soon until this thread devolves into requests that it be closed?

        oops did I just jinx it
        Hobbyist: someone who makes something sound harder than it is.
        Professional: someone who cant afford to be a hobbyist.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by doctordoctor View Post
          How soon until this thread devolves into requests that it be closed?

          oops did I just jinx it
          Is your post counter corrupt... I just noticed your on 484 , having joined a month ago.

          Thats a prolific rate of posting if accurate.

          Rob

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          • #6
            Originally posted by MrSleepy View Post
            Is your post counter corrupt... I just noticed your on 484 , having joined a month ago.

            Thats a prolific rate of posting if accurate.

            Rob
            I don't see how he or dr phil gets anything done posting so much, but that's their business not mine. Real doctors now are supposed to see 6 patients an hour maybe they post 6 times an hour?
            "Let me recommend the best medicine in the
            world: a long journey, at a mild season, through a pleasant
            country, in easy stages."
            ~ James Madison

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            • #7
              You want poetry, I made up this one for my B&D, single cup coffee maker. Not the kind that uses those insanely expensive, one use, mini cups; the kind where you place a filter in it and spoon your ground coffee into the filter.

              Water, filter, coffee, cup,
              Close the lid and start it up,
              Add your sweetener fore it steams,
              For the coffee of your dreams.
              And when the brewing tis complete,
              Add your creamer or drink it neat.

              I made that up after the second or third time that I made a cup of coffee without the cup. It doesn't work well without the water or coffee either. Simple instructions for simple minds. And I haven't treated the counter top to a cup of coffee since.
              Paul A.

              Make it fit.
              You can't win and there is a penalty for trying!

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              • #8
                Originally posted by doctordoctor View Post
                How soon until this thread devolves into requests that it be closed?
                It involves a human writing/typing/speaking words, and words are offensive, so I demand that it be closed immediately.

                jk.
                "I am, and ever will be, a white-socks, pocket-protector, nerdy engineer -- born under the second law of thermodynamics, steeped in the steam tables, in love with free-body diagrams, transformed by Laplace, and propelled by compressible flow."

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Paul Alciatore View Post
                  You want poetry, I made up this one for my B&D, single cup coffee maker. Not the kind that uses those insanely expensive, one use, mini cups; the kind where you place a filter in it and spoon your ground coffee into the filter.

                  Water, filter, coffee, cup,
                  Close the lid and start it up,
                  Add your sweetener fore it steams,
                  For the coffee of your dreams.
                  And when the brewing tis complete,
                  Add your creamer or drink it neat.

                  I made that up after the second or third time that I made a cup of coffee without the cup. It doesn't work well without the water or coffee either. Simple instructions for simple minds. And I haven't treated the counter top to a cup of coffee since.
                  I like it! Your talents are clearly wasted here Wouldn't it be neat if appliance manuals come in poetry form? They'd be so much more interesting that the ones they have now, might actually read them for once.

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                  • #10
                    I remember having a go at being poetic in school, enforced I might add, when handing it in for marking I got it back with a comment that it was probably the first example of Vogon poetry on earth, the reference was to the hit hikers guide to the galaxy by mr Douglas Addams, how insulting, but true
                    Mark

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                    • #11
                      Matt
                      All instruction are in poetry

                      just in Chinese
                      George from Conyers Ga.
                      Remember
                      The early bird gets the worm, BUT it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

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                      • #12
                        Thank you much guys,
                        something about that thread struck me in the mood.
                        Evenings I often sit at this, my 21 century window on the world.
                        Prophets from the past could not even configure that which allows
                        us to put ourselves into the aether. One might observe we have
                        created an assembled consciousness of human capacities, much
                        akin to the operations of the Borg of Star Trek fame. My porthole
                        allows me to see what the cantankerous Brits are up to, which
                        way the Coriolis effect has things spinning down under, when the
                        sheep are sheered in the fatherland, and what old iron is being
                        passed around the beloved rust belt. It is also a masquerade
                        party, where everyone has a pen name. Some find it fashionable
                        to show up under cloak, and some find solace in the shield that
                        allows them to be the invincible matador that they could never be,
                        without the curtain of the mighty and powerful Oz. As to the
                        theatrics of the thespian character Doozer, mine is a name from
                        the creator of many marionettes. My namesake is a little green man
                        that adorns a crimson brodie helmet. He cooks raphanus sativus
                        in his cauldron to create crystalline tinker toys of which he constructs
                        marvelous structures, only to have his masterpieces eaten by more
                        dominant herbivores. Doozer's do, and so do I. It was contrived as
                        a moniker by my peers, and seemed so appropriate in it's application
                        that by some I am only known as Doozer, and introduced at social
                        events as such. Mine is a cloak not to allow cower in the twilight, but
                        one meant to pose interrogative synoptics to the passers by. The
                        pause to consider the uncommon conundrum almost always leads
                        to engagement, which is my social way to sort out those who share
                        common curiosities. For those who know me, the enigma has revealed
                        it's prime numbers. For others, I am pentagonal peg in the barn beam.
                        But my window on the world has so many colors, more than any of
                        you could dream of seeing. I must make progress every hour, every
                        day, and every year to uncover the mysteries of my universe. Every
                        interaction is just another stroke of the tumblers closer to the universal
                        key fitting the lock that has been closed since the beginning of time as
                        we conceive it. I do believe that itself is another clue. Time as we conceive
                        it is the mystery and the solution. Scientists have identified this as the
                        source of the hum. We don't exist. We just think we do. The universe just
                        provides us with too much evidence to make us believe that we do. But I
                        know better. As we come closer to finding the engine room, the light bulb
                        will be broken, to prevent the works being relieved. This is why some are
                        afraid of the light. They don't know why, but it keeps them away. Others
                        seek the light, but don't know what it is capable of doing. They just seek a
                        different way, a way away from mediocrity. But I know about the light and
                        why I should only come so close. We all give in one day, and make like the
                        moths we have seen do the same. I have a few things to do before then.
                        I think most of you all do too. Let's continue our quests and be kind to
                        out fellows along the way.
                        --Doozer
                        DZER

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                        • #13
                          Doozer, you must go through a lot of keyboards. What brands have passed your severe-duty testing?

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                          • #14
                            Probably an I-phone app (speech to text)

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                            • #15
                              This Luddite has a flip phone and refuses to text message.
                              (FWIW, text is a noun, not a verb.)
                              -D
                              DZER

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