November 22nd, 2009


Neat game

Seeing this picture made me think of an interesting idea for a game: reverse pool. In reverse pool, you have to keep all the balls on the table. Whoever loses all their balls first loses the game. There would be rules, too: your ball has to bounce against either one of the sides or against another ball for your turn to count. If you take a shot and it doesn't bounce off a side, off another ball, or go into one of the pockets, then you have to keep going until one of your shots *does* meet one of those criteria.

Of course, it would probably require different billiard balls, like a whole bunch of one color and a whole bunch of a second. Or I suppose one person could take odd-numbered balls and the other could have even-numbered balls. Probably would be a good idea to take note of the different balls ahead of time in case one falls in and you didn't catch which one it was.

Another idea for a game could be "field pool." Same cues, but large rubber numbered balls, and it's played on a football or soccer field. Or instead of cues, one could use cricket bats or feet. Make up your own details from there. :-)
Little Girl in rain By lj user never_end

Astronaut's Green

Had a great idea today, so I made it real. A filk of "Fiddler's Green" called "Astronaut's Green." Enjoy:

"Astronaut's Green"
A filk by Tristan A. Arts
To the tune of "Fiddler's Green"

As I walked by the spaceport one evening so rare
To view the space shuttles go up past the air
I heard an old astronaut singing this song:
"Oh take me away, boys, me time is not long

(chorus): Belt me up in me hyperspace jumper
No more on the ports I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm takin a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Astronaut's Green

Oh in Astronaut's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where astronauts go if they don't go to hell
Where the tether's a spare and the AIs do play
And the old ghost of Terra is far far away


Where the lanes are all clear and you don't leave a trail
And all you need do is to tell a good tale
Where you lie at your leisure - there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew


Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growin off every tree


Oh I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a ship and a fabber or three
And I'll play me auld squeezebox as we warp along
With the creaks in the engines to sing me this song


~ ~ ~

Lyrics to the original song

Funny scifi short story

If you ever get a chance to, you should find and read a copy of this story called "There Are No Millionaires On Xanax." It's hilarious! The intro is almost as long as the story itself, but totally worth it. The whole thing is only a few pages long.

EDIT: I read the story in "Indistinguishable from Magic" by Dr. Robert L Forward.