Greyflank Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 Geez... what is that... that... bright ball of fire in the sky? It's almost familiar, yet frightening at the same time. Must resist urge... to run into woods... This Horse Writes Quote Link to comment
+Mopar Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 I'm not sure what you mean? I thought I saw something like what you describe this am, but by the time I drank my coffee it was gone. Figured it was some sorta mirage. PS: I'm looking for a bulk discount on oak planks for this ark I've been building...... Tae-Kwon-Leap is not a path to a door, but a road leading forever towards the horizon. Quote Link to comment
+Harrald Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 I think our ancestors used to call that shiny orb the Sun! I always assumed it was a story that parents told their children to keep them in line. Sort of like “If you eat your vegetables the sun will come out and warm you”. I guess the sacred scrolls were right. Sorry I was watching a Planet of the Apes marathon yesterday. ==================================== As always, the above statements are just MHO. ==================================== Quote Link to comment
+briansnat Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 What really frightened me several months ago was that each day kept getting shorter and shorter and at the rate things were going, it would be night all the time. I was quite relieved when the trend suddenly reversed back in December. "Au pays des aveugles, les borgnes sont rois" [This message was edited by BrianSnat on May 27, 2003 at 09:35 AM.] Quote Link to comment
+Zhanna Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 quote:Originally posted by Greyflank:Geez... what is that... that... bright ball of fire in the sky? It's almost familiar, yet frightening at the same time. Whew! I sure am glad we don't have to worry about that here in NEPA. ~Zhanna~ Quote Link to comment
+Rich in NEPA Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 ALL SUMMER IN A DAY By Ray Bradbury "Ready?" "Ready?" "Now?" "Soon." "Do the scientists really know? Will it happen today, will it?" "Look, look; see for yourself!" The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out for a look at the hidden sun. It rained. "It's stopping, it's stopping!" "Yes, yes!" All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour. That was Margot's poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. "Aw, you didn't write that!" protested one of the boys. "I did," said Margot. "I did." "William!" said the teacher. But that was yesterday. Now the rain was slackening, and the children were crushed in the great thick windows. "Where's teacher?" "She'll be back." "She'd better hurry, we'll miss it!" They turned on themselves; like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass. "What're you looking at?" said William. Margot said nothing. "Speak when you're spoken to." He gave her a shove. But she did not move; rather she let herself be moved only by him and nothing else. They edged away from her, they would not look at her. She felt them go away. The biggest crime of all was that she had come here only five years ago from Earth, and she remembered the sun. And they, they had been on Venus all their lives, and they had been only two years old when last the sun came out and had long since forgotten the color and heat of it and the way it really was. But Margot remembered. "It's like a penny," she said once, eyes closed. "No it's not!" the children cried. "It's like a fire, " she said, "in the stove." "You're lying, you don't remember!" cried the children. There was talk that her father and mother were taking her back to Earth next year; it seemed vital to her that they do so, though it would mean the loss of thousands of dollars to her family. And so, the children hated her for all these reasons of big and little consequence. They hated her pale snow face, her waiting silence, her thinness, and her possible future. "Get away!" The boy gave her another push. "What're you waiting for?" Then, for the first time, she turned and looked at him. And what she was waiting for was in her eyes. "Well, don't wait around here!" cried the boy savagely. "You won't see nothing!" "Oh, but," Margot whispered, her eyes helpless. "But this is the day, the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun . . ." "All a joke!" said the boy, and seized her roughly. "Hey, everyone, let's put her in a closet before the teacher comes!" "No," said Margot, falling back. They surged about her, caught her up and bore her, protesting, and then pleading, and then crying, back into a tunnel, a room, a closet, where they slammed and locked the door. They stood looking at the door and saw it tremble from her beating and throwing herself against it. They heard her muffled cries. Then, smiling, they turned and went out and back down the tunnel, just as the teacher arrived. "Ready, children!" She glanced at her watch. "Yes!" said everyone. "Are we all here?" "Yes!" The rain slackened still more. They crowded to the huge door. The rain stopped. The sun came out. The children lay out, laughing, on the jungle mattress, and heard it sigh and squeak under them, resilient and alive. They ran among the trees, they slipped and fell, they pushed each other, they played hide-and-seek and tag, but most of all they squinted at the sun until tears ran down their faces, they put their hands up to that yellowness and that amazing blueness and they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and listened and listened to the silence which suspended them in a blessed sea of no sound and no motion. They looked at everything and savored everything. Then, wildly, like animals escaped from their caves, they ran and ran in shouting circles. They ran for an hour and did not stop running. And then - - - In the midst of their running one of the girls wailed. Everyone stopped. The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand. "Oh, look, look," she said, trembling. They came slowly to look at her opened palm In the center of it, cupped and huge, was a single raindrop. She began to cry, looking at it. They glanced quietly at the sky. "Oh. Oh." A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths. The sun faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cold around them. They turned and started to walk back toward the underground house, their hands at their sides, their smiles vanishing away. "Will it be seven more years?" "Yes. Seven." Then one of them gave a little cry. "Margot!" "What?" "She's still in the closet where we locked her." They walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it. Behind the closet door was only silence. They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out. ======================================================= Quote Link to comment
+Last Lap Gang Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 2003 has just been nominated the GeoRain year of this century. Okay not a hard call but yep we have had 7 straight days in Southern Maryland and have seen sun light a grand total of a couple of hours in that time. Wags, Russ & Erin Quote Link to comment
+briansnat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 The rain is killing all my basil! The plants need sun! "Au pays des aveugles, les borgnes sont rois" Quote Link to comment
+jonboy Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 The sun only came out so that it could lure me up onto Fishkill Ridge and dump a thunderstorm on my head when I was three miles in. Quote Link to comment
+briansnat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 It's also making my grass grow. I really hate that. Give me a nice drought, so I only have to mow once a month. "Au pays des aveugles, les borgnes sont rois" Quote Link to comment
+Team Shibby Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 quote:The rain is killing all my basil! The plants need sun! Don't feel bad, my fig tree which has been growing in my yard for at least the last 25 years has not come to life this year so far. Figures...I intended to clone it this year and give my fig loving friends a tree of their very own Kar Quote Link to comment
+Mopar Posted May 29, 2003 Share Posted May 29, 2003 That, that, that bright yellow THING is back! I need to mow my lawn, but I'm kinda scared. Tae-Kwon-Leap is not a path to a door, but a road leading forever towards the horizon. Quote Link to comment
+Last Lap Gang Posted May 29, 2003 Share Posted May 29, 2003 Does anyone remember where they put there mower? Anyway if I do find it I pull that handle thingy to start it right? Wags, Russ & Erin Quote Link to comment
+Sparrowhawk Posted May 29, 2003 Share Posted May 29, 2003 For the record, just recently there was this incident where some wierd lady who claims to channel aliens (I am not kidding) was predicting that on May 15, the earth would be sideswiped by this entity called Planet X, and this X thing would cause rotation stoppage, disaster and pole shift. People were honestly freaking out over it. Whats even more amazing, is now that the world stayed normal, her followers are still believing her. Read BadAstronomy.com's Planet X Forum for information on this continuing saga, but be sure to strap your jaw firmly to teh rest of your skull first. -Elana (a.k.a. "Sparrowhawk") Quote Link to comment
Greyflank Posted May 31, 2003 Author Share Posted May 31, 2003 The thing was back again this morning. I could not resist urge to run into woods. I am so ashamed to have paniced like that... I was luckily only about a mile deep when the sky went back to normal... This Horse Writes Quote Link to comment
brianmcm Posted May 31, 2003 Share Posted May 31, 2003 I've only cached 3 times since I joined. Two out of the three times were in the rain. When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. Henny Youngman (1906 - 1998) Quote Link to comment
+Alan2 Posted June 1, 2003 Share Posted June 1, 2003 First snow; now rain. So much for the water crisis! Quote Link to comment
+Alan2 Posted June 1, 2003 Share Posted June 1, 2003 Gee I wonder if any of my caches floated away? Quote Link to comment
+briansnat Posted June 2, 2003 Share Posted June 2, 2003 Oddly enough, I read in the Star Ledger yesterday that the total rainfall for May has been slightly below average this year. I guess that we usually have fewer rainy days, but when it does rain, it rains harder. Not sure what else could explain this. "Au pays des aveugles, les borgnes sont rois" Quote Link to comment
Greyflank Posted June 2, 2003 Author Share Posted June 2, 2003 quote:Originally posted by BrianSnat:Oddly enough, I read in the Star Ledger yesterday that the total rainfall for May has been slightly below average this year. I guess that we usually have fewer rainy days, but when it does rain, it rains harder. Not sure what else could explain this. I can certainly remember a dozen days this "spring" where I was like: "The rain looks like its about to stop." & of course it wouldn't. Or my lovely wife would complain that it hadn't rained enough to wash the yellow stuff from her car. Has some volcano exploded somewhere w/o me noticing? This Horse Writes Quote Link to comment
+Mxyzptlk Posted June 2, 2003 Share Posted June 2, 2003 quote:Oddly enough, I read in the Star Ledger yesterday that the total rainfall for May has been slightly below average this year. I can explain this. It’s a government conspiracy to under report rainfall statistics so that the state may force mandatory year round water restrictions. Seriously though it does seem a little odd that we had below normal percipitation in May. Here is a link with a bunch of water info --> njdrought.org Quote Link to comment
+briansnat Posted June 2, 2003 Share Posted June 2, 2003 Here is a chart from the link on MXyzptlk's post that seems to support what I read. It's for the past 90 days, rather than May, but it does show that most of NJ has had slightly below average rainfall recently. Chart. "Au pays des aveugles, les borgnes sont rois" Quote Link to comment
+MissJenn Posted June 2, 2003 Share Posted June 2, 2003 My apologies to everyone It has been my fault that so much rain has fallen. I performed my ancient Martian Rain Ceremony some weeks ago, to ensure that the heavens would be all dried up for this coming Sunday. The little green men assure me, if I am reading the crop circles in my 2-foot-tall grass properly, that we will have a nice, sunny, precipitation-free day. Thus they have said, and thus it shall be. -- I recognize fun when I see it. Quote Link to comment
+Mopar Posted June 2, 2003 Share Posted June 2, 2003 quote:Originally posted by MissJenn:The little green men assure me, if I am reading the crop circles in my 2-foot-tall grass properly, that we will have a nice, sunny, precipitation-free day. Thus they have said, and thus it shall be. I guess if Lep said it, it MUST be true! You might be to blame out in PA Jenn, but I know who's fault it is here in NJ. One of my best friends bought a 30x16' swimming pool last month. It has pretty much rained every day since they signed the papers. We are now threatening to drain it for him. With a pickaxe. Maybe then the sun will return. Tae-Kwon-Leap is not a path to a door, but a road leading forever towards the horizon. Quote Link to comment
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