Exodies wrote: Intrexa wrote:
Roia wrote:It'll be a lame analogy once (if?) the comic ends, but I like it for now anyway.
I'm almost positive this comic is Randalls commentary on global warming. The "I don't understand what the ocean is doing" is what really hit it home for me.
Pay attention. It's called Time, not Temperature.
Even so, the "retreat" of the river is another bit of evidence.
Huh. Looks like that switch is stuck. [/gloom] [/gloom]
Oh! I've totally neglected to mention that, when I was young, I had a tiny trebuchet myself, just about the same size as Megan's tiny #403 one, probably something like 8" tall to the crossbeam. Made out of cardstock, with a counterweight full of pennies. It was a pattern from some magazine I got back then. And it did actually work for launching small objects. Too bad I didn't have any pebble nukes yet back then.
For a high-school history class, I built a Roman-style catapult from scraps of pine lumber. It worked almost too well, proving to be more powerful than I'd expected, or than the teacher was really comfortable with. I don't think
anything got broken, though.
Valarya wrote:My coworker has a tiny trebuchet on his cubicle desk, in amongst the dragons and piles of thumb drives. He likes to shoot M&M's and/or Peanuts out of it!
Hold on. Waitjustablameminute, here. He has dragons on his desk, and yet needs to defend it with a trebuchet -- and a tiny one, no less?
Bah. In my
day, dragons -- even desktop-sized ones -- worked
for their keep, by cracky. None of your useless ornamental dragons for us, nossir. Why, we even had to keep an ice-dragon on retainer, for those times when the conventional sort got a bit too overzealous, and started igniting our paperwork....