Today I have absorbed a fact of fastidious importance, and epic value.
That walking and running limb movements are equal in things from ants to elephants. You have to find the difference in the square roots of the body mass of the animals and slow down time for the smaller animal according to that difference. At that speed, both elephants and ziggy and cruise at the same rate. It's all to do with the properties of a pendulum and the acceleration of gravity. A pendulum that is four times bigger than another pendulum, if you record them both and shrink them to the same size (video-wise) then the bigger pendulum will take twice as long to do a complete swing.

Thus, if you factor out size. animals swing their legs at the same speed, depending on how fast they are going. So a cheetah going at 50 kph will swing its legs as fast as an ant travelling at the same speed, factoring out body size..



Oh and, the running gaits of cats and horses are very different. When cats are airborne, they have their legs stretched out, and land on their front legs, whereas horses are airborne with their legs tucked beneath them, and land on their hindlegs......


Wow.. isn't physiology great?....


I was just sitting down wizzing through a noise control meter, the one in my brain, when it happened..... (please fill in for yourself, for your own entertainment).


Oh note to self:1-get counter up
2-get commenter up
3-post story + fill-in-blanks story.

Thankyou for your time......

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Dont look at me
Dont tell me what to do
I am the king of Kong
I am better than you
All I am
Is all you can never be
Step in time
Get in line
You are all just waiting
For your one-in-a-million chance
To be me.


Heh. Mayhaps not, but it does rhyme>>??!



The stars in the heavens
Twinkling dew drops
Basking in sunlight
And the rustling darkness
Over-hears the spitting gong
Venomous tirade
To stop-gap the day.

Tumble-shards
Scatter-yards
Flee the streets
The sky is falling in.
Leave everyone and noone
Hanging in suspense
Suspended on the cliff
To fiery nowhere.
Caber-tossed cars
Imploding bars
When its already too late to run
I'm doing all I can.

Hear all the screams
More real than movie screens
Better than an oscar
It's the real thing.
Ants in a tempest
Running from your temper
In a slow-motion fast-paced dream
Rockets flaring
Trumpets blaring
Scattered through the streets

She was with me
Her savior, I'm never
Gonna make that mistake again
Shrapnel to the brain
And she was a banshee
Shrieking fountain
Of bloodied trust
Smeared on my jeans
Caked my clenched fists
Another case of justice
Served by the gun

But no, no, no,
I'm already lost
Flee the clouds of doom
Leave me here for the final
Scorching breath
To scour away anything left
We never should have run
It had already begun
And there is no hole to hide
Mushrooms pepper the sky
And all is fair in hate and war
Let's end what we've started
So the stars can see
When it's so hard to miss
What we've become
Nothing a nice armeggedon
Couldn't fix

Handed in 'the big essay' today. ONly one more to go this semester, plus many sundry lab reports.



I shell intend to continue said story later, should the fansy strike me....


freefall
basketball
butter cut
knife hoop
bounce the ball
and call
the dog over
he is savaging the neighborhood
be a 'responsible kiwi'

The turned-key appartements, that were Dowser's pride and joy, were laced with the caustic fumes of his own self-righteous ignomy. Perched atop his morally-predjudiced destrier, he surveyed his kindgom, his own entrenched foothold in the modern ego-centric world.

Berlin, his paunchy pastey neighbour was raising his usual racket over the fence, with the sharp scrape of metal being interrupted by a series of hollow thuds.

"Vindicator of light!" whistled the uncanny barbarian, translucent skin rippling in a flood of senseless mirth, " I've heard of uncanny, but this is rediculous!"

Put at a sour disposition by the interruption of his daily surveyance, Dowser, Lord-mayor of the Appartments, brought his destrier to an easy canter, making his way through the lush jungle vegitation to the partitioning wall that marked the boundary of his territory. Brow furrowed in a desperate attempt at lordly displeasure, he managed to pull off an air of maniac arrogannce instead.

"What for this commotion?" he barked in poorly hidden annoyance, " I demand quiet along the borders, lest you wish to arouse the might of the Appartments!"

"Hack!", coughed the barbarian, as he sent a volatile projectile over the wall, striking the Lord-mayor flush on the forehead, " This makes no sense at all...."


Hmmm....
Mayhaps boredome is not the mother of nicely written prose and plot?

Tick tock Tick tock
The sky has lost its grandeur
Lying by the stairwell
To my flash inner-city appartment
(Owned by the government)
The beating ever onwards
To a scalloped oblivion
When the world is a stage
Bright lights, movie screens
And big empty space.




Ahhh.
Today it is that I have accomplished. I have finally arrived on time to my first lecture-of-the-day. This is quite possibly only the third time I have pulled such a feat off this part semester.
It is all due to my incapacitated internal measure of time. I cannot for the life of me make a reasonable estimate of how long things are taking me. So, now matter how early I (try to) get up, I seem to be semi-permanently late. Just thought I'd note this down in my giddy post-lecture boredome at the computers at the chem lab.

On a wee aside, I found an old story of mine, which I quite enjoy, so I may just post the thing, after a few tweaks and such.

The commenter front is pressing ever forward, if it weren't for the near-fatal spate of essays and lab-reports I have been subject to over the past few weeks, I would have it up n' running by now, so maybe someday soon. Then I endevour to get some sort of counter, so that I may measure if anyone ever comes to visit (For my own personal sense of self-gratification)

ALso IM thinking of whacking up some replyable thing where people that read here may supply their oppinions. This may already be up, but I don't know.

Ahh, finally, started updating the old blog. Sandwitched I am between three lab reports and an essay due in the too near futurefor my liking. Anyhoo, just thought I'd update with a wee poem etched down during a pertacularly boring chemistry lecture, I'm sure you know the type.

You always were
The love-struck one
The cliff-pearched soul
The loaded gun
Tainted
Painted
Like the fraud you really aren't.
The guilty whole
All the fun
Of a handful of dried beans
Lying
Dying
Seeking the hidden latch
That hides away
A cool detatch
Ice for the production or rivers.

The radio
The president
Sings "Come down
Prodigal son.
We will warm you
In our light."
And some fine day
It will all melt away
Ice for the production of rivers
Here to scour
Here to cleanse
Making into
Someone new,
Someone beautiful.
An ideal citizen
To champion a cause
Feed the hungry
Heal the sick
Slay the dragon
Over a cup of malted
The country's eyes
To you will rise.
Pristine
Chrystaline
Ice for the production of rivers.