Rumble, rumbleCould it be that Archimandrite has started to attempt a novel? Indeed it could. It will be vast and glorious, and have steam trains in it.
In other news, the weather is a bit warmer. It is now above freezing.
Spider Romance
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The KrakenIn Skaggerak, North of the Skaw, Deep in the Baltic's sea-bed murk, From sailors' talk and Nordic lore The ruminating Kraken lurks.The Kraken
Once he lived by Solway Firth And gnawed the Giant's Causeway Rocks; 'Twas he produced the silty earth That filters through the Stranraer docks.
And once he dwelt among the floes That shatter in Norwegian fjords; He feasted on Sea Serpents' roes With Njord his only overlord.
But agéd now, in Skagerrak He makes his home where he was spawned; He ponders deep amidst the black, Digesting krill and Balti
by ~Archimandrite
How to win at life by logicHow to win at roulette by probabilistic analysisHow to win at life by logic
Roulette wheels have a very low house margin. This is to attract the punters, who remain under the illusion that they have a good chance of winning. The large volume of punters thus attracted ensures that the takings remain large.
In European casinos, for every 37 games, you can expect to win once, but the house margin means that you are only paid back 35 times your stake. Those who do not apply their minds to the problem might conclude that each punter is doomed, overall, to lose their money little by little.
However, it all depends on when your 1 in 37 c
by ~Archimandrite
Petrarch: Canzione XVIIA rain of bitter weeping clouds my sight, And winds of anguish’d sighing o’er me cry, When unto thee my passion’d gazes fly— To thee, who art on Earth my sole delight.Petrarch: Canzione XVII
Yet when thy gentle smiles on me alight, My burning love is sooth’d, in peace to lie; Thou quell’st the martyr’s pyre whereon I die, Transfix’d and marv’ling at thy beauty bright.
And then my spirit fails, when it perceives Thou leavest me with but a fond farewell, Wrested from me by my malignant star:
Unlock’d by Cupid’s keys, my soul no
by ~Archimandrite
Guide to Central EuropeThere was a young fellow of Brno, Who drank Coca-Cola with Prnod. At their queries, he said of it That he’d long ago read of it In a canto of Dante’s Infrno.Guide to Central Europe
A piscine researcher in Žižkov Was curious to know whether fish cough. He found that they can In a pot or a pan, But he never saw one in a dish cough.
The staff at the barber’s called ‘Hřbitov’ Can never be told where to get off. They took of the head Of a client who said: “Co
by ~Archimandrite
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Excerpts from my encyclopediaSpartacus (120 – 70 B.C.) There was a disgruntled young Thracian Enslaved by the Plebeian nation He flouted his master Fomenting disaster He should have respected his stationExcerpts from my encyclopedia
Cicero (106 – 43 B.C.) There once was a Roman orator Who’s also an expert debater His rock solid reason Amounted to treason Marc Antony marked him a traitor
Achilles The vainglorious warrior Achilles He gave hapless Hector the willies Grandiloquent prose Made heroes of those From Antolia to the Antilles &nb
by ~GranolaPoet
Think Tank The lanky technician pushed open the door for me, and I stepped through into a room populated by ten large black pods. Each was about eight feet tall, with a four foot square base. Each had an array of tubes and wires emerging from the back, and had a computer terminal on the front, with two screens. One screen showed an infrared image of the pod’s occupants, with a bioscan readout. The other showed plain text. “And this is where my father is?” I asked, frowning at the pods. The technician nodded. “Luminary Marcent, you said, right?” hThink Tank
by ~Annise
Does It Matter?‘What is your name?’ he asks. ‘Scheherazade’. He will never know if it is true. That night they drive to the desert. The house is left empty, save for the cat. It wanders the streets like a small spectre in black felt, or a breeze blown bin bag. Vague shapes on a dark night can be interpreted as anything. For a thousand days it encounters adventure and adversity fit to fill a thousand pages, before returning to find a single lit window in the highest room. The cat becomes a casserole, prepared by the new owner, and its pelt a pair of fine warm socks. They aren’t worn for long however: the wearer chokes on an avocado,Does It Matter?
by ~zampano1983
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- Favourite band or musician: J.S. Bach, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Dvořák
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