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Just a sillly little fun thing I did the other day. I don't really think it's worth working on anymore, though I know it could be made better. Portions of it just make me giggle, so I thought I'd share it with my pals here.
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Mechanical schoolmarm
on a desk, clicking wildly.
Little, tiny factoids
spew over her screen:
the specific gravity is a ratio comparing
the weight of a substance
to the weight of...
(fill in the blank)
water.
Who needs five senses,
when a machine can tell you,
what color blue is
or how it smells at the zoo?
How much of what you know
is what you really know
and how much of what you know
is what you've been told?
Giant wooden knowledge box
up there on the stage,
it's strictly experimental,
but please get inside.
Before you close the door, though,
we need you to sign this waiver,
oh don't worry about the fine-print,
it's boilerplate, nothing to worry about.
Why are you reading it?
Time is money.
Direct your eyes to the ceiling
so you can study what people are feeling.
That man in the photo,
with his mouth corners down,
is very...
(fill in the blank)
SAD! That's right, you're getting it.
(Which is a good thing, too, because I have a cattle prod and you signed the waiver)
Who needs five senses,
when a machine can tell you,
what color blue is
or how it smells at the zoo?
How much of what you know
is what you really know
and how much of what you know
is what you've been told?
Fill in the blank.
Fill in the blank.
Fill in the blank.
on a desk, clicking wildly.
Little, tiny factoids
spew over her screen:
the specific gravity is a ratio comparing
the weight of a substance
to the weight of...
(fill in the blank)
water.
Who needs five senses,
when a machine can tell you,
what color blue is
or how it smells at the zoo?
How much of what you know
is what you really know
and how much of what you know
is what you've been told?
Giant wooden knowledge box
up there on the stage,
it's strictly experimental,
but please get inside.
Before you close the door, though,
we need you to sign this waiver,
oh don't worry about the fine-print,
it's boilerplate, nothing to worry about.
Why are you reading it?
Time is money.
Direct your eyes to the ceiling
so you can study what people are feeling.
That man in the photo,
with his mouth corners down,
is very...
(fill in the blank)
SAD! That's right, you're getting it.
(Which is a good thing, too, because I have a cattle prod and you signed the waiver)
Who needs five senses,
when a machine can tell you,
what color blue is
or how it smells at the zoo?
How much of what you know
is what you really know
and how much of what you know
is what you've been told?
Fill in the blank.
Fill in the blank.
Fill in the blank.
futzpucker
I can't wait to play this for my daughter when she gets home from school
today. She will beam with recognition, as she's had some mechanical
schoolmarms in her educational experience.
This is a fun, goofy song, and I perceive that you may be a fun, goofy
human being. For this you have my great admiration.