12-13-2005, 09:16 PM
Remember, December 15 is the deadline, so get those neurons churning.
Here's my hundred Wordsworth (can't be a Longfellow here):
It was a dark and ion-stormy night when Davy Crockett topped Mount Highest on Ceres. Brushing electrons from his coonskin helmet, he lifted his trusty musketazer in triumph -- prematurely, because suddenly he was floating up out of his saddle. Dag nab it! He’d forgotten to buckle in again. His horse Lucky neighed in alarm, then launched itself for the rescue. At times like this, Davy wished he’d never found that time machine in the fort whose name he never could remember. But his attentions now shifted to Lucky who, rotating while approaching all too fast, had lifted its tail...
--cranefly
Here's my hundred Wordsworth (can't be a Longfellow here):
It was a dark and ion-stormy night when Davy Crockett topped Mount Highest on Ceres. Brushing electrons from his coonskin helmet, he lifted his trusty musketazer in triumph -- prematurely, because suddenly he was floating up out of his saddle. Dag nab it! He’d forgotten to buckle in again. His horse Lucky neighed in alarm, then launched itself for the rescue. At times like this, Davy wished he’d never found that time machine in the fort whose name he never could remember. But his attentions now shifted to Lucky who, rotating while approaching all too fast, had lifted its tail...
--cranefly