Cockroaches? (The one critter that can survive lethal levels of radiation)Dave wrote:We are small but we are many.Catawampus wrote:Part pumpkin, part phaeton. Watch out for the singing mice.
We are many we are small.
We were here before you rose.
We will be here when you fall.
Random Button Knows Thanksgiving is Nigh...
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Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
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Actually...Sgt. Howard wrote:Cockroaches? (The one critter that can survive lethal levels of radiation)Dave wrote:We are small but we are many.Catawampus wrote:Part pumpkin, part phaeton. Watch out for the singing mice.
We are many we are small.
We were here before you rose.
We will be here when you fall.
Flour beetles and Tardigrades will probably inherit the world.Wikipedia wrote:Myth statement
Cockroaches can survive the radiation of a nuclear holocaust and then inherit the Earth.
Status
Busted
Notes
To test the myth thoroughly, the Build Team obtained three different kinds of insects: cockroaches, flour beetles, and fruit flies, and exposed them to varying amounts of cobalt-60 radiation. They then observed the insects for the next thirty days to see how many would survive after exposure. Surprisingly, the flies and beetles performed much better than the cockroaches, with the beetles being the only insect able to survive the most lethal dose of radiation the Build Team used.
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Re: Random Button Knows Thanksgiving is Nigh...
No... that was part of the song of the evil rodents in the Other Mother's parallel world, in Neil Gaiman's story "Coraline".Sgt. Howard wrote:Cockroaches? (The one critter that can survive lethal levels of radiation)Dave wrote:We are small but we are many.Catawampus wrote:Part pumpkin, part phaeton. Watch out for the singing mice.
We are many we are small.
We were here before you rose.
We will be here when you fall.
The good mice in that story didn't sing... they just played music on tiny little instruments.
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Ewwww! We were talking about delicious things, and someone brings up those disgusting bugs...who can and do walk in a microwave in use without incident.
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
Aphyon chu kissa whol l'jaed.
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Aphyon chu kissa whol l'jaed.
--Safyr Drathmir
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and Twinkies *GlytchMeister wrote:Flour beetles and Tardigrades will probably inherit the world.
* YES, i know they won't last too long due to spoilage, because of various experiments that have been done IRL... but still you gotta find it funny, right?
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Dave wrote: We are small but we are many.
We are many we are small.
We were here before you rose.
We will be here when you fall.
(I wanted to post a link to this actually being sung, but couldn't find a version I liked. Most were laments, some sounded celebratory. When it was popular with west-coast filkers, it was sung in quiet fury - practically hissed.)Rudyard Kipling wrote:
Rome never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on—that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.
We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Mistletoe killing an oak—
Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
How they must love what they do!
Yes—and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they—
Working our works out of view—
Watch, and you’ll see it some day!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we’ll guide them along
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you—you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!
We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
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Try Emerald Rose's version. Sounds angry, prolly more like you are looking for.Warrl wrote:Dave wrote: We are small but we are many.
We are many we are small.
We were here before you rose.
We will be here when you fall.(I wanted to post a link to this actually being sung, but couldn't find a version I liked. Most were laments, some sounded celebratory. When it was popular with west-coast filkers, it was sung in quiet fury - practically hissed.)Rudyard Kipling wrote:
Rome never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on—that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.
We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Mistletoe killing an oak—
Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
How they must love what they do!
Yes—and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they—
Working our works out of view—
Watch, and you’ll see it some day!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we’ll guide them along
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you—you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!
We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
Aphyon chu kissa whol l'jaed.
--Safyr Drathmir
Aphyon chu kissa whol l'jaed.
--Safyr Drathmir