YES! I KNEW Wombats must smelt lead using Cupels of powdered animal bone to separate out the noble metals form the lead, hence the un-translatable “wild-goose chase” phrase! Archaeological-metalworking-knowledge for the win!
> Is there no such thing as an inexplicable concept anymore?
Nope.
Even for those of us that don’t have BunnyRock’s background in “archaeological-metalworking-knowledge”, there is Google. And Google knows all. If you can ask the right question …
The question is what do you get if you multiply 6 by 9. The answer is 42. From the hitchhiker’s guide, and google calculator (the answer to life the universe and everything?)
😉 8)
@Kelardry only because the math was fouled some millions of years ago by the arrival of the Golfrinchans on earth, and because Arthur misremembers the proper number of scrabble tiles (there are only 2 ys, not the four required by the question, not counting the 2 bland tiles)
@Kelardryand @lduke: I would point out that six times nine is 42 in base thirteen, but as the Great Semi-Great* D. Adams himself said. “I may be a sad individual, but I don’t make jokes in base 13.”
* The only reason Douglas Adams is listed as the “Semi-Great Adams” is the title “The Great Adams” Is reserved for Richard Adams, “The Great Adams,” or “Adams-Rah”. By contrast the forms and style of D. Adams is “The Great Semi-Great Adams, Chief Quantity Surveyor of the entire North Eastern Gas District of the planet Blerontin, who knew were his towel was until the bitter end.”
BunnyRock is deity-like in his knowledge and the recollection thereof. The useful kind of deity, like the god represented by a samurai with a horsehair pen in place of a sword, not the useless kind that sits around underground and makes wombats dizzy.
I think I fear a two-to-four-foot tall irritable Mama Bear wombat more than anything that can destroy me in horrific, soul-related ways. At least Shadowchild wouldn’t have any malice in what it could do.
That Digger, she’s a good friend.
Oh God! If only I had friends like that…
Best demon mommy ever!
“I’m going to smelt ore with your bones” has got to be one of the best threats, ever.
Awww… she’s all protective and maternal!
Nowww I understand why Digger and the Hag have such an *interesting* relationship! 2 likes do definitely NOT attract!
YES! I KNEW Wombats must smelt lead using Cupels of powdered animal bone to separate out the noble metals form the lead, hence the un-translatable “wild-goose chase” phrase! Archaeological-metalworking-knowledge for the win!
We all love you, BunnyRock.
was definitely thinking of bunnyrock while laughing
These comment threads are ridiculous. Is there no such thing as an inexplicable concept anymore?
Haha! Well, done BunnyRock.
> Is there no such thing as an inexplicable concept anymore?
Nope.
Even for those of us that don’t have BunnyRock’s background in “archaeological-metalworking-knowledge”, there is Google. And Google knows all. If you can ask the right question …
😉
Knowing the right question, well, that in and of itself is a question that can take millions of years to figure out.
And even then the answer is usually just a multiple of 6.
42
😉
The question is what do you get if you multiply 6 by 9. The answer is 42. From the hitchhiker’s guide, and google calculator (the answer to life the universe and everything?)
😉 8)
there is no zule, only google.
Did Digger forget about Shadowchild’s scar from Jhalm & co.’s magic swords?
@Kelardry only because the math was fouled some millions of years ago by the arrival of the Golfrinchans on earth, and because Arthur misremembers the proper number of scrabble tiles (there are only 2 ys, not the four required by the question, not counting the 2 bland tiles)
@Kelardryand @lduke: I would point out that six times nine is 42 in base thirteen, but as the Great Semi-Great* D. Adams himself said. “I may be a sad individual, but I don’t make jokes in base 13.”
* The only reason Douglas Adams is listed as the “Semi-Great Adams” is the title “The Great Adams” Is reserved for Richard Adams, “The Great Adams,” or “Adams-Rah”. By contrast the forms and style of D. Adams is “The Great Semi-Great Adams, Chief Quantity Surveyor of the entire North Eastern Gas District of the planet Blerontin, who knew were his towel was until the bitter end.”
BunnyRock is deity-like in his knowledge and the recollection thereof. The useful kind of deity, like the god represented by a samurai with a horsehair pen in place of a sword, not the useless kind that sits around underground and makes wombats dizzy.
I think I fear a two-to-four-foot tall irritable Mama Bear wombat more than anything that can destroy me in horrific, soul-related ways. At least Shadowchild wouldn’t have any malice in what it could do.
It’s important for every frood to always know where his/her towel is.