Ringworld Theme Song

(Sing to the tune of The Love Boat)


space
with my homie crew
an adventure
for one louis wu

it’s a circle
around a star
you can tour it
in a hover-car

the ringworld
halo around a sun
the ringworld
technical treasures to be won

landscape molded
as for a model train
to a plan
formed by an ancient brain

the ringworld
one million miles from side to side
the ringworld
planets filletted and butterflied


(Hand-jive rap section)

to live forever would be nice
that’s why i use booster spice!

it has two heads and lives in fear
species peirson’s puppeteer

make sure you don’t buy the farm
take teela brown, your lucky charm

ah
ah
kzinti!

gesundheit.

Creeping Soonerism

Happy 4th of July Day Eve. As I drove home, I saw wiley parade-gawkers placing their lawn chairs along the curb. They are doing this to reserve front row spaces for an event that won’t begin for another 14 hours.

I consider this practice to be impolitely unsportsmanlike.

It would serve em right if not all of the chairs survived the night.

Maybe if the sets each lost one.

How about just if the sets were scrambled up. Our fellow citizens who have smugly finagled the first-come, first-served principle beyond its intended use would find themselves with (oh horror of horrors!) an unmatched set.

Perhaps they are all colorblind and would not even notice.

But more likely:

They are forced to miss precious moments of synchronized stroller teams and pirates making noise with cap guns as they run around using their barganing skills to try to end up with a matched set once again.