Bad day for Inscrutable: Inscrutable was shot by MsInscrutable using [Insufferable]
-- Gandora server log
Fighting Nature
Thick in the fray
I hack and I slay
Constantly cursing the sower
Weeds in the glade
All hinder my blade
I don’t want to be a lawnmower
The future can never lie about the past. In the end, you will see the beginning.
– Michael Bassey Johnson
Start at the End
An Enderman stole my wall
Where do they take it all
An endershopping mall?
Or placed on an enderbet?
Are there enderengineers
Transforming it into gears
Expanding their enderspheres
With everything they get?
Endercats and Enderdogs
Endercops with enderclogs
Writing up their enderblogs
On the dark webbed endernet
By the end of the 21st century it might be possible to create new chemical elements composed of exotic baryons -- Ray Kurzweil
A Fine Path
In between the several
Exists a plural thing
Definite but ephemeral
Vibrating like a string
One way and the others
All possible paths are trod
Infinite virtual brothers
Concur with secret nod
sometimes, just sometimes, I just want to explode in a fury that is hotter than a thousand suns
– dualspiral
Sinking
Hidden somewhere in the raging sea
Of misinform and misconstrue
Lies the cure for the cacophony
The mysterious secret of the clue
IIRC our team uses SCREAMING_SNAKE_CASE for nbt constants -- Asherslab
Best Before
I adore deadlines
For the whooshing sound they make
As they fly past me
Unattended children will receive a cappuccino and a free puppy.
- a sign at the Emergency Department
Fresh Clay
Tumbled and turbulent
The tumultuous present
Everything mixes together
When left alone to wait
Things start to precipitate
Settling that could go forever
First the coarsest and dense
Then the lesser grains commence
To fall from their free-floating caste
Dropping through the eddies
Long suspended, now ready
The finest grains settle at last
"What?" -- Richard Feynman, or someone standing near him.
Tao Were Block
Perfect and pristine
Ruined when it’s made useful
See the uncarved block
Brains have no corners.
Pockets Full
More forgettable faces
From indistinct places
Pompous and preening
Their words without meaning
Bandits and liars and demagogues all
Why have they all not been put to the wall?
Quangos and flunkies
And media junkies
Pimping on billboards
Gloating with their hoards
Selling conspiracies and buying their votes
How is it they are not all cast out on boats?
When everything follows
The almighty dollars
The mad cycle revolves
Like sheep choosing wolves
More broken promises and gerrymander rigging
When stuck in a hole you need to stop digging…
public class EnderDontAssumeTheGenderEntity extends MonsterEntity
Sponge: The Epic - Part 70.206
Spongie’s future has your backs
Dualspiral’s dual role for LTS
More issues managed by Clienthax
Fuelling the Spongedev express
Coming soon, the monster edit
To render all things out-of-date
You might as well ask on reddit
If we cannot accelerate
API 8, fiery octopus of doom
Will upset the apples in our cart
Dwarfing the elephant in the room
(Mixed metaphor abuse is an art)
So sharpen your quills and stand ready
To join us on our epic quest
In the winds of the future be steady
Scribing it all for the rest
Whack a mole with nuclear bombs – i509VCB (re API 8 development)
Two Axes and Applications
The busy wise man will inspire
The idle ingenue shall be revered
The lazy halfwit must perspire
But the eager fool is to be feared
- Derived from an idea first stated by General Kurt von Hammerstein-Equord
log(n) << tree(n)
Redecorator
Why is the place on fire?
I spy suspicious wire
Following this clue
Leads me to a shoe
The plot starts to thicken
As I find a lost chicken
In the firework store
Behind a locked door
But as I turn to go
The floor gives way below
Trapped inside this maze
Negotiating with a blaze
Not quite sure who to thank
For the complicated prank
I pity them and sob…
I could do a better job
Sometimes the most positive thing you can be in a boring society is absolutely negative.
– John Lydon
Random Access Memoir
1Kb of simple ascii
1Kb holds a pgp key
10Mb to send email
10Mb for virus fail
100Mb for autocorrect
100Mb to press “eject”
1Gb for audio assets
1Gb of codec blivets
1Gb for social medium
1Gb of government tedium
10Gb for OS blithering
10Gb of random dithering
10Gb all bundled graphics
100Gb full of random flicks
100Gb to cache game saves
100Gb of forgotten graves
“success is built on mounds of failure” – doot
Up and Down
The tree reaches into the sky
Roots clawing deep into the soil
Growing and ebbing to defy
The turn of the season’s turmoil
Monkey builds a house for shelter
Making mineshafts into the ground
Free from the constraints of weather
Like an expanding termite mound
In the shadow stands the old tree
Struggling as always but alive
Blind, deaf, mute and solitary
Amongst ruins it may yet thrive
I’d rather eat lego – kashike (re kotlin)
Sponge: The Epic - Part 70.931
The Spongineer Ancients
Are answering the bell
Each bringing their two cents
To cast into the well
Something deep is brewing
Edges begin to bleed
Many things need chewing
Before the beast is freed
We ascend the SPAM mount
Spanning global cities
To hear Zidane recount
His tale of two kitties
Has anyone else noticed that toothpaste isn’t made of real teeth?
Elevator
In the tower
The wizard dwelt
Dreaming of the stars
All his power
Yet never felt
The naked soil of Mars
At the apex
The air is thin
Almost touching space
Yet spells complex
With all their spin
Can never solve the case
Now we await
Everyone in town
Gathered here to see
Wizard tempts fate
All counting down
The tower of TNT
It seems to be almost a law of physics, that the winds of change awaken fear and fundamentalism. -- Elizabeth Lesser
Unseen
To understand
What other eyes receive
When our vision is constrained to
The narrow band
Of light we can perceive
Graduations of tone and hue
A new spectrum
Shifting perimeters
We transform into the mundane
But perhaps some
Vistas will limit us
With breadth and depth beyond our brain
I might’ve dug a rats nest that I might just sleep on – gabizou
Ingredients
Take Odin’s whiskers
A handful of cat’s breath
An earful of whispers
And a hairy shibboleth
Combine them and compress
With essence of tomorrow
An ounce of wistfulness
And a bucket of begorrah
Shake and bake the lot
To an unstable state
Churn with a mink yacht
Turn it all into API8
“Mechanical Engineer - That kid you knew that ate crayons” – kencinder
Rime Riddle #15
The short and long of it;
The right and wrong of it;
These very lines belong of it
To every eye
By fool and king be ridden
In secret scripture hidden
In times past I was forbidden
But what am I?
When one has antlers, how does one antle?
Rime Riddle #16
Solid as houses
Fire gives it form
Born over ages
From many a storm
zml: I mean you could call it zml, but then you have to include a markup language, zmlml
Rime Riddle #17
Dim in the distance
Falling ever faster
Tales of brilliance
Heralding disaster