Robert C. Day's Blog, page 6
March 16, 2018
Teleportation Ski-slope
For when teleportation arrives: a ski slope that fits in your living-room.
It will be just a little longer than the length of your skis and will have a blower to emulate the wind; computer generated images front and side to simulate the scenery; a variable slope to give you different gradients; and a teleportation device at the front to instantly transport you back to the top as soon as you reach the bottom.
It could even be installed in your walk-in freezer for that authentic feel.
What do y...
March 2, 2018
feed that feedback back to the backers
The title of this post is such a good line that I couldn’t possibly resist sharing it with you.
Here it is again:
“feed that feedback back to the backers”
Posterity will be so proud of me.
And here’s a bonus picture:
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March 1, 2018
Make Something
Doodle by Robert
In a funny mood. Peculiar, not ha-ha. Thinking about realism. Bodily functions. Small things. Triviality.
The majority of books and movies portray a world where the only use for a toilet is as a place to hide or perhaps to race past on the way to somewhere else.
I remember as a child I wondered if Queen Elizabeth II ever defecated. ‘Surely not,’ I thought, ‘she’s the queen!’
And yet – neither do characters in fiction. Have you ever seen James Bond on the loo pushing out a log...
February 28, 2018
February 27, 2018
Snow
View from the orifice window:
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Yep – it’s snow.
February 26, 2018
Poems in Foreign Climes
Time runs by so fast that sometimes I think this life is a sprint rather than a marathon.
I once conceived the idea of moving to Paris, Delhi, Rome, or some other big, hot city and there sit on a crowded boulevard offering poems for a dollar (or two) that purported to dive into the hearts of the people who would stop and enquire and pull out pearls of wisdom about them.
Just short stuff, in English, and only from what I saw on their faces and by the way they wear cloth upon their body – not a...
February 23, 2018
Last Year’s Model
You’re sweet like sunshine and I go giddy when you smile my way.
Is it real?
Is it real love?
Is it real love that I feel?
Is it real love that I feel for you?
Your heart is open like telephone banking would be without passwords.
Is it real?
Is it real love?
Is it real love that I feel?
Is it real love that I feel for you?
You were all over me last night and now I know how lovely buttery toast feels.
Is it real?
Is it real love?
Is it real love that I feel?
Is it real love that I feel for y...
February 21, 2018
Cure for the Common Cold
Got up this morning with a runny nose and my first thought was ‘oh no – I’ve got a cold!’
Usually, it starts in one nostril, moves to the next and then, seven days, a couple of rolls of tissue and maybe a sore throat later, it’s gone.
This time I thought ‘no – I’m not going to let it run its course – I’m going to sort it out’. And I did.
Here’s what I did to cure the common cold – I (carefully) cleaned out my ears with cotton buds. That’s it.
Several hours later and my nose has not run since....
Love Flies
Love poems
Don’t die
Like paper planes
Don’t fly.
(inspired by Revati at https://ecstacy49.wordpress.com/2018/02/18/invisible-heartaches/comment-page-1/#comment-908)
February 20, 2018
Your Mother was Right
I hate to admit it but she was right was mi mam (Sheffield dialect for ‘my mother’). She said that eating all but a few crumbs of a 150g bag of crisps would spoil my dinner and now – my food looks as unappetising as soggy cardboard packaging.
I wonder what else she was right about! What do you reckon?
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