Come on, now, love’s fantastic, but can it really put you “at the Top of the World?”
Glad to hear that the voices that keep me awake in the middle of the night can serve as inspiration to you all, too.
Keep 'em coming!
Do you mean “Walking on Sunshine”?
They’re driving you insane? Those men inside your brain?
Not strictly scientifically impossible, but how does one shoot a man in Reno (for whatever reason, but “just to watch him die” is as good as any) and end up in a California State Prison? Am I missing something?
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I do not believe it is possible to leviate and be walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
Even the most gullible of Papa’s should be able to distinguish between a clear and an opaque substance. And if that diamond ring turns brass then one should definitely report a case of fraud - or consult a metalurgist.
The tree top, being the outermost of secondary branches, is probably not structurally sound enough to support the weight of a cradle. While a cradle might be placed in equilibrium, I do not believe any appreciable wind could be tolerated. However, the breaking of the bough and subsequent actions are consistent with the physics of the situation.
There’s another inaccuracy in that song:
Jupiter is inclined at an angle of only 3.13 degrees to the plane of its orbit. That means that Jupiter wouldn’t have noticeable seasons like Earth does, unless you were at one of the poles.
Maybe not, but you could easily be ten feet off to either side. That’s still “ten feet off of Beale”.
What about Cat Scratch Fever?
“There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of breeeeeaaaad…”
Um…skeletons don’t have a throat, much less an epiglottis. Sheesh.
Of course Cat Scratch Fever is real, but upon further review of the lyrics, there are other issues.
At the time he wrote the song, its cause was indeed unknown (“I don’t know where they come from”), though the bacteria resposible has since been discovered. It is indeed mild in most people (“nothing dangerous”). It is unlikely to cause insanity as he suggests, however.
His claim that after the doctor gave him the cure, he “got it some more” is unclear. If the treatment was antibiotics, this wouldn’t prolong the illness, but it is possible that the same kitty that lived next door to him still had the bacteria after he was treated, and repeated contact caused a later infection.
On the other hand, repeated experiments have shown that guitars used at a distance of 60 paces have little to no effect on rhinoceros testicles.
She went at night, obviously.
I’ve been to the desert, and there was someone for to give me no pain.
Or 18, for that matter.
“40,000 men and women every day.”
When Donald Roeser wrote this in 1976 or so, he was guessing at the worldwide death rate. From the sources I coud find, the death rate per day in the 1970’s was roughly 3 times that number.
I didn’t intend to quote 5que’s post.
(1) The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is.
The properties of snail mucus and foot structure allow snails to adhere to vertical and inverted surfaces, even while moving. However, this adherence is not strong enough to serve as an effective lock.
(2) Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
A caterpillar sheds its skin as its grows, but the transformation to a butterfly requires a metamorphosis within a cocoon.
(3) First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
While this phenomenon may have occurred in specific places over a period of time sufficient for significant geological changes, I can think of no reasonable circumstances that would result in the appearance, disappearance, and reappearance of a mountain during a person’s lifetime.
I have often walked down this street before,
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
Look a little closer, putz. Unless you’ve climbed down past the grating into a storm sewer, the pavement is still beneath your feet. Even if you’re lying on your back, drunk as a skunk. And it doesn’t freakin’ matter who lives on that street, they’re all the same in that regard. Got it? Okay, snap out of it, Freddie - she’s just another girl, there’s plenty of others, many of whom have money too.
Inch worm, inch worm; Measuring, the marigolds.
The inchworm is a geometer moth (or Geometridae, a family of the order Lepidoptera). Size varies and cannot be guaranteed to be exactly 25.4 mm. In addition, the cognition required to measure and retain information on the structure of genus Calendula has not been shown. Neither has an explanation been put forth as to what use the geometer would make of this information.