Meet & greet on Lonestar, eh?

[Malenfant]

Originally posted by Plankowner:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Malenfant:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />(OK, I made up that last planets name, I couldn't think of another rhyme with Regina).

I can, but it's rude...

</font>[/QUOTE]I have always pronounced it (and thought it) as "riJEENA" not "riJEYENA" or anything else. </font>[/QUOTE]http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/regina

If I understand the squiggly pronounciation symbols correctly, I think the default is actually supposed to be rej-EYE-na - reg-EEE-na is an alternate. The city of the same name in Saskatchewan is pronounced the "eye" way too.

(incidentally, Assiniboia's also a town in Saskatchewan!)

 

[Liam Devlin]

Originally posted by mickazoid:
When skimming for fuel it is best
Not to take an unscheduled rest.
For if engines should fail
and warning horns wail
By a hundredfold G's you'll be pressed.

Bellisimo!

 

[Liam Devlin]

Shugilii Beer

A Scout drinking on Vland became rude,
For a long wait in queue he sued,
For the beer there on Vland
As he read on the brand,
Wasn't fermented but stewed!

--a little Shugilii humor

 

[Andrew Boulton]

There was a young man from Regina,
Who went off to be a be a belt miner,
He struck mother lode,
Right outside his abode,
Which made life considerably finer.

 

[Mickazoid]

Thanks guys!

On an walkabout survey one tour,
I noticed a rather obscure
biological feature -
a five-legged creature -
who earns five times my wage, as masseur!

 

[ravells]

LOL...you should have been a poet.

Here's my effort:

I went to the planet, Lampeeter,
Where they drank carrot juice by the litre
I asked for a steak
It was a mistake
K'krees are just not meat-eaters.

 

[Mickazoid]

Heheh! Nice one!

Whether slipping my campaign some sizzle
with a misjump or incoming missile,
there's one lasting gripe
comes from each player type...
"What kind of sci-fi has no laser pistol?"

 

[Liam Devlin]

Originally posted by mickazoid:
Heheh! Nice one!

Whether slipping my campaign some sizzle
with a misjump or incoming missile,
there's one lasting gripe
comes from each player type...
"What kind of sci-fi has no laser pistol?"

Touche'!

Nice one!

 

[Liam Devlin]

MR. Boulton--verra nice 4 da belters!

 

[Andrew Boulton]

A very neglected group.

 

[Liam Devlin]

Agreed <nodding>.

 

[Liam Devlin]

Where's Our Ride?

At the Starport of the world named Tuttle,
whose highport tech level near did scuttle!
The C-class had expanded
As their traffic demanded,
But they couldn't afford a shuttle!

--from our starport thread

 

[Sifu Blackirish]

Haven't read all posts, but had to add my Cr 0.02...

Liam Devlin is
the preincarnation of
dreaded Tavcherdle

 

[Sifu Blackirish]

A new character.
His inteligence is low...
...we call him "Snake Eyes."

 

[Liam Devlin]

Originally posted by Dominion Loyalty Officer:
Haven't read all posts, but had to add my Cr 0.02...

perhaps you should...

Liam Devlin is
the preincarnation of
dreaded Tavcherdle

A compliment, coming from you? thank you!

Sincerely,

 

[Liam Devlin]

Mission to the Bright Face

Bright side facing in,
Meteors showering down;
Snowmelt brings the Spring.

--from an adventure I read once.

 

[Liam Devlin]

Tvarcherdl's Reproof

Irrational ideas bring disharmony;
Cooperation.

--for Dominion Loyalty Officer.

 

[Jeff M. Hopper]

Not exactly Traveller, but a fun break for me.


PUSSYCAT LAMENT

Its cold and damp outside
And my belly isn't filled,
Padding on four paws
Thinking of all the mice I've killed.
I've strolled through many alleyways,
More than a few gardens recently tilled,
Through city streets and forests
So that now my wanderlust is nil.
Queens I've had aplenty,
Kittens call me Father still,
Yet one Princess rose above them all
Whom I loved for her strong will.
Now my fur is no longer sleek
And some might think me ill,
But a Tyger's spirit lies in me
As I sleep upon the windowsill.

 

[Liam Devlin]

very nice, M. Hopper.

 

[Liam Devlin]

'THIS LOVELY RUST BUCKET'

A forty-year mortgage they said was a steal,
On This lovely rust bucket we haggled a deal,
Her turrets were missing, her airlocks they squealed
In atmo re-entry, her fate it looked sealed.
But with grit an' some crimps, an' the sweat from each brow,
We fixed an' we painted till proud stood her prow.

You new 'jacks you listen, while you snide and you sneer--
But our lovely A2, well she has no peer!
Seven days in the hole, and full cargo hold,
No crew ever prouder, every last bit of it sold!
A Caster and laser, that's not all in her spec's
Her M-drives so clean, you can eat off her decks!

Round any 'Giant our stout ship she buckles,
Till the fainthearted biofreight whitens their knuckles.
Our Skipper and pilot they make quite a pair:
By seat of their pants, and grey thinning hair
We dodged every pirate from Bowman to here,
Tain't bragging--we did it, and we're buying the beer!

--for the merchants out there, making a crimp. ;D