...the narrator picks himself up, dusts himself down and....
starts looking around for [drum roll] The Word..... [/drum roll]
"I can't wait to see what happens next!" blurts out the excitable nerd in the front row, accidentally erupting his extra large bucket of popcorn onto the stage. In a terrific display of product placement, the super-size Diet Coke has wet him all down his corduroy trousers, but he doesn't yet notice.
His Hewlett Packard personal calculator, sensing freedom, leaps out of his top pocket. It falls in slow motion to the carpeted floor, but none-the-less succeeds by shattering itself to smithereens. Tense onlookers later agree they heard a soft voice saying "I did it for PI...".
The Rotring technical drawing pen ( 0.3mm black with the rubber grip and anodised spring clip ) hesitates, thus losing the moment, and can only look on. Now regret will forever haunt it's long days of servitude.
Undetered, the nerd dimly peers through his Mega-Thicky Opto-Boggling Matho-Magic spectacles and exclaims "It's way past my bedtime, so get on with it!".......
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
And so it seems there was another one...Another one touched by destiny to change the fate of nations and save the world...Yet he seemed such an unlikely hero...He was the very soul of nerdliness...But there was something special about him...Something he didn't even know...You see his mind been touched by an alien intelligence when he was just a toddler...The alien intelligence had given the boy something other humans didn't have...A direct connection to the future...It was like he had already been to the future...And his life in the present time was just a postcard from that distant date...The young man was not born to be a nerd...None of his family was even remotely like him...But that was part of the alien gift too...To keep him from being taken too seriously by his fellow humans...Because he had inside his mind the thing that would one day set them free...16 year old Daniel Michael McCain had the word.
"OK..OK give me chance!" the narrator said irritably, "Can't any one get any peace round here..."
His mind began to wander...hmmm..black, rubber grip...nice...with anodised spring clip...oooh.....lovely...
He began to perspire profusely at the thought of getting his hands on such a delicate instrument.
Our narrator had often wished he'd been touched by destiny, but that's another story, and not for these forums....so it was left to Daniel to carry the hopes of all that came before him.
Daniel would have been such a happy lad to have known about the adventure he had as a toddler...This sci-fi crazed teenager was all about space...And the ships that would take mankind to this final frontier...Daniel had not a clue...No not a clue at all...That he had been in space before...when he was just 2 years old.
"OK..OK give me chance!" the narrator said irritably, "Can't any one get any peace round here..."
His mind began to wander...hmmm..black, rubber grip...nice...with anodised spring clip...oooh.....lovely...
He began to perspire profusely at the thought of getting his hands on such a delicate instrument.
Our narrator had often wished he'd been touched by destiny, but that's another story, and not for these forums....so it was left to Daniel to carry the hopes of all that came before him.
So with Coke-soaked nether regions, poor eyesight, no electronic numerical guidance ( but some steadfast inky backup), the unlikely hero Daniel crawls over crunchy silicon remains and puffed corn residue. With certainty lodged in his definitely 'touched' brain ( childhood contemparies recall 'The Day Of The Cricket Bat' in grade two, followed by 'The Month Of Hospital' ) he carries the hopes and dreams of all nerds before him in proving that such an over stereotyped subset of society can launch the next generation of mankind toward the future with The Word....
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
Not...not, the final frontier...no wonder he hadn't a clue...he had no recollection of being adopted by a group of ner-do-wells, whose combined IQ failed to match Daniels age.
Would he ever recall the time spent on the lap of Mrs Miggins, listening to her hair raisng tales of ferret juggling when she was part of the travelling Ladies Cumberland Wrestling team, only time would tell. (But seriously, would you want to remember? I thought not.)
Silicon remains....suddenly an image of Mrs Miggins flashed through his head, followed quickly by the sound of leather on willow...
Now, Daniel, dear, stop imagining things.
You always get yourself into a fret over
nothing.
No --
AUNT EM
Now, you just help us out today, and find
yourself a place where you won't get into
any trouble.
Daniel reacts -- speaks --
DANIEL
Some place where there isn't any trouble.
Daniel and Toto -- he tosses him a piece of the cruller -- Toto
eats it -- Daniel speaks as he walks forward -- he sings -- leans
against haystack -- then walks over near rake -- CAMERA PANS right --
DANIEL
Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?
There must be. It's not a place you can
get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far
away -- behind the moon -- beyond the rain --
DANIEL
(sings)
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a
lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really
do....
CS -- Toto by wheel of rake -- listening to song --
DANIEL o.s.
(sings)
...come true....
Daniel singing -- swings on wheel of rake -- then walks forward
around wheel -- Toto jumps up onto seat of rake -- Daniel pets him --
sits on front of rake -- CAMERA PULLS back -- Daniel finishes song --
DANIEL
(sings)
...Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind
me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then -- oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?
Mrs Miggins rides along country road on bicycle -- CAMERA PANS to
right with her --
Mrs Miggins rides forward to front of Gale's home -- stops and gets
off her bicycle as Uncle Henry comes forward......
RE: Who let the seal
)
starts looking around for [drum roll] The Word..... [/drum roll]
Bodley needs to know about
)
Bodley needs to know about the adventure he dreamed of...All because of...the word...
RE: RE: Who let the seal
)
"I can't wait to see what happens next!" blurts out the excitable nerd in the front row, accidentally erupting his extra large bucket of popcorn onto the stage. In a terrific display of product placement, the super-size Diet Coke has wet him all down his corduroy trousers, but he doesn't yet notice.
His Hewlett Packard personal calculator, sensing freedom, leaps out of his top pocket. It falls in slow motion to the carpeted floor, but none-the-less succeeds by shattering itself to smithereens. Tense onlookers later agree they heard a soft voice saying "I did it for PI...".
The Rotring technical drawing pen ( 0.3mm black with the rubber grip and anodised spring clip ) hesitates, thus losing the moment, and can only look on. Now regret will forever haunt it's long days of servitude.
Undetered, the nerd dimly peers through his Mega-Thicky Opto-Boggling Matho-Magic spectacles and exclaims "It's way past my bedtime, so get on with it!".......
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
And so it seems there was
)
And so it seems there was another one...Another one touched by destiny to change the fate of nations and save the world...Yet he seemed such an unlikely hero...He was the very soul of nerdliness...But there was something special about him...Something he didn't even know...You see his mind been touched by an alien intelligence when he was just a toddler...The alien intelligence had given the boy something other humans didn't have...A direct connection to the future...It was like he had already been to the future...And his life in the present time was just a postcard from that distant date...The young man was not born to be a nerd...None of his family was even remotely like him...But that was part of the alien gift too...To keep him from being taken too seriously by his fellow humans...Because he had inside his mind the thing that would one day set them free...16 year old Daniel Michael McCain had the word.
"OK..OK give me chance!" the
)
"OK..OK give me chance!" the narrator said irritably, "Can't any one get any peace round here..."
His mind began to wander...hmmm..black, rubber grip...nice...with anodised spring clip...oooh.....lovely...
He began to perspire profusely at the thought of getting his hands on such a delicate instrument.
Our narrator had often wished he'd been touched by destiny, but that's another story, and not for these forums....so it was left to Daniel to carry the hopes of all that came before him.
Daniel would have been such a
)
Daniel would have been such a happy lad to have known about the adventure he had as a toddler...This sci-fi crazed teenager was all about space...And the ships that would take mankind to this final frontier...Daniel had not a clue...No not a clue at all...That he had been in space before...when he was just 2 years old.
RE: "OK..OK give me
)
So with Coke-soaked nether regions, poor eyesight, no electronic numerical guidance ( but some steadfast inky backup), the unlikely hero Daniel crawls over crunchy silicon remains and puffed corn residue. With certainty lodged in his definitely 'touched' brain ( childhood contemparies recall 'The Day Of The Cricket Bat' in grade two, followed by 'The Month Of Hospital' ) he carries the hopes and dreams of all nerds before him in proving that such an over stereotyped subset of society can launch the next generation of mankind toward the future with The Word....
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
Not...not, the final
)
Not...not, the final frontier...no wonder he hadn't a clue...he had no recollection of being adopted by a group of ner-do-wells, whose combined IQ failed to match Daniels age.
Would he ever recall the time spent on the lap of Mrs Miggins, listening to her hair raisng tales of ferret juggling when she was part of the travelling Ladies Cumberland Wrestling team, only time would tell. (But seriously, would you want to remember? I thought not.)
Silicon remains....suddenly an image of Mrs Miggins flashed through his head, followed quickly by the sound of leather on willow...
... followed by nether on
)
... followed by nether on pillow ...
Now, Daniel, dear, stop
)
Now, Daniel, dear, stop imagining things.
You always get yourself into a fret over
nothing.
No --
AUNT EM
Now, you just help us out today, and find
yourself a place where you won't get into
any trouble.
Daniel reacts -- speaks --
DANIEL
Some place where there isn't any trouble.
Daniel and Toto -- he tosses him a piece of the cruller -- Toto
eats it -- Daniel speaks as he walks forward -- he sings -- leans
against haystack -- then walks over near rake -- CAMERA PANS right --
DANIEL
Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?
There must be. It's not a place you can
get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far
away -- behind the moon -- beyond the rain --
DANIEL
(sings)
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a
lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really
do....
CS -- Toto by wheel of rake -- listening to song --
DANIEL o.s.
(sings)
...come true....
Daniel singing -- swings on wheel of rake -- then walks forward
around wheel -- Toto jumps up onto seat of rake -- Daniel pets him --
sits on front of rake -- CAMERA PULLS back -- Daniel finishes song --
DANIEL
(sings)
...Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind
me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then -- oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?
Mrs Miggins rides along country road on bicycle -- CAMERA PANS to
right with her --
Mrs Miggins rides forward to front of Gale's home -- stops and gets
off her bicycle as Uncle Henry comes forward......