Weekly What? Week 10 Revision

After my Test Group A was unable to precisely solve this riddle, I have revisioned this riddle and reissued it to Test Groups A and issued it to Group B as well.

A child sits in his chair, 
Patiently waiting for food. 
Once he gets his meal there, 
He picks up his mighty spoon.

He takes a bite or two, 
Though seems a bit distracted.
It is not but very soon
His hunger’s redirected.

With bare hands he digs in;
Molding mountains and lakes. 
A house, a valley, a rocket ship:
All, out of food, he makes.

The rocket’s trajectory, 
The house’s foundation, 
The tectonics factory, 
All begin as a notion.

The rocket launches up! 
A man comes from the house. 
The rivers flow backwards. 
Facts and physics are oust.

With spoon in hand, again, 
He devours all his meal. 
Later, he ponders what he made, 
Dreaming to make it real.

Here is a riddle for only you;
Of answers, there are but three:
Who is the boy, what is his food, 
And what has he found while eating?

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Weekly What? Week 10

Alright, here’s another riddle. I’m still playing catchup, so hopefully I can crank out another soon. Also, if you missed the answer to the last riddle, it’s in the previous post’s comments.

A child sits in his chair, 
Patiently waiting for food. 
Once he gets his meal there, 
He picks up his mighty spoon.

He takes a bite or two, 
Though seems a bit distracted.
It is not but very soon
His hunger’s redirected.

With bare hands he digs in;
Molding mountains and lakes. 
A house, a valley, a rocket ship:
All, out of food, he makes.

Here is a riddle for only you;
Of answers, there are but three:
Who is the boy, what is his food, 
And what has he been doing?

UPDATE:
See the next post for a revised version of this riddle!

The Last Place You Would Look

Taxes are coming up. We all dread them. This year I was going to file my own taxes with my Dad’s help. So I get all my tax info together and give it to him. He was not quite ready, so he set it in a pile on the kitchen counter.

A couple of days went by, and there was some apparent misinformation. He thought I was going to take care of the pile, and I thought he was going to take care of the pile. Neither of us did anything with it, and it soon vanished!

Once I knew it was missing, I panicked. I searched my room three times, completely disassembling it. We checked every pile in the house, from school books to magazines to junk drawers. We got really desperate and went through the entire week’s garbage (gross). We found clues that led us to believe they were in the house somewhere. My greatest fear was that my tax information had been used as fire-starter.

We had just about given up the hunt (my family had been scouring the couch cushions and bedrooms), when my Mom finally suggested I look in one last place: her cook book. She mentioned that she occasionally closed it up without looking to see if something had become part of the overflowing binder full of recipes.

My dad started going through the cook book while I looked in the last, remote areas of the house where no one ever ventures. Just as I had given up, Dad exclaimed that he had found it!

Just as my mother had said, it was tucked inside her cook book on the very LAST page.

So remember, if you ever lose important paperwork or homework, check the cook book.

Old Log From an Old Job

So the following entries were made while I was house-sitting for a family I know. I got bored, so I decided to start making a “log book” so that they would know what happened while they were away. I’ll try to explain each entry so you’re not completely lost.

11-10-11 Exploration of Territory
16:30 – Came upon what seems to be headquarters of some type. We also found various hungry life forms in captivity. Scouts found traces of foul play. Will report in later, out.

The “headquarters” was the house I was house-sitting. The hungry life forms in captivity were chickens in their coop. The “foul play” was a little pun about the birds, though there was feathers, and they did tell me that a fox had gotten one.

17:45 – Life form nourishment was successful; signs of vagrant creatures roaming freely according to scouts, but too dark to tell. Grunts took to playing war games, while the veterans studied various other arts. Out.

The nourishment was the chicken feed. The vagrant creatures were chickens that were roaming free, but it was pitch black and impossible to find them. The grunts were my younger bothers who came over to play Call of Duty on our friend’s Playstation. I don’t remember who the veterans were, and what the “other arts” were.

23:53 – Troops hunkered down for the night in what appear to be sleeping quarters on the lower level. I slept in a small chamber on the upper level with a view of some of the outer areas. Must find vagrant life forms tomorrow. Out.

This one is pretty easy, everyone just went to bed.

11-11-11 Initial Conflict
09:35 – Troops were up and restless this morning. Set to feeding the creatures first thing. Located three vagrants mentioned by scouts. Corralled one, but the others had to be taken by force; placed all three in confinement with the others. The larder is looking low, returning to base for supplies; will be back later. Out.

Fed the chickens and found the ones that were lost. The larder was just food supplies. Base was my home.

20:00 – Returned with supplies, fed the creatures, and locked the place down. Preliminary survey of the inside areas did not take into account certain areas, particularly those with solid doors. Upon further investigation, some monstrosities had started to form! Plans are being laid out now for execution, will report in a few hours if possible, out.

The certain areas are rooms. Their house was not quite finished, so some of the rooms did not have doors yet. The monstrosities were piles of dirty clothes that were in some of the rooms. I was going to clean everything.

22:07 – Monstrosity has been destroyed, and the area is going through a sterilization process now. There seems to be a greater monstrosity in another sector, but it has been sealed off and should not cause any problems. Wend through and straightened supplies; played war games with troops for a bit and then went to bed. Out.

I cleaned up one entire room, and the sterilization process was sweeping and organization. The greater monstrosity was a bigger pile of clothes in another room, but I wasn’t going to worry about that one. It was behind a door. I organized their pantry and played a little bit of CoD with the boys.

11-12-11 Making Tracks
09:35 – Got up, fed the critters, and evaluated in-roads to this facility. After evaluation, we cleared a larger entrance and exit pathway before heading back to base for supplies. Out.

The in-roads were the pathways into the house; it was winter so I shoveled them.

22:00 – Returned to facility, took care of critters, and found what appeared to be predator tracks. Growing uneasy about the monstrosity on the lower level; devising traps to set around entrance to sector just in case. Only two more days until reinforcements arrive, hopefully we’ll be able to keep it that long. Gonna get some shut-eye, lot of patrols tomorrow. Out.

The predator tracks were moose tracks I believe. They might have been fox tracks, but I don’t remember. I wanted to leave some sort of barricade around the door, just for fun, so I was trying to get as much as I could done before they arrived. The “reinforcements” was the family that lived at the house. The “patrols” were work, school, and my home.

11-13-11 Defensive Maneuvers
08:03 – Gathered our wits early, nourished the creatures, left for training. Out.

Training was college, I think I had an early class that year.

17:43 – Returned to facility to finish preparations for reinforcements. The second monstrosity is still sealed in the sector, but for how long we are not sure. I have personally seen to the additional defenses set up around the sector. I hope reinforcements arrive before anything happens. Out.

I stayed at their house and made sure everything was nice and clean for them. I made a literal barricade with as many toy guns as I could find pointing at the door. I also left some sort of scribbled note and caution signs up on the door as well.

When the family got home, they were all really happy, except for the one whose door I barricaded. This was the start of my idea of transcribing my days using different terms. It actually can take a lot of work and imagination to rework your day into a world of fantasy, but it can also be very fun!

Finals week…

You all know what this means right? It means your life pretty much ends for a couple weeks as you:
1. Cram and prepare for finals.
2. Write papers on a caffeine high in the middle of the night.
3. Lock all the doors to your room as you prepare your one note card for that test using a microscope and nano-pencil
4. Attempt to memorize whole textbooks using complex memorization methods like osmosis (sleeping, face down, in an open book).
5. Plead with teachers for more time (bribery sometimes works).
6. Avoid drinking and eating to save time on bathroom breaks.
7. Wear disguises to avoid unnecessary conversations with friends.
8. Use deodorant frequently because you haven’t had time to do laundry or shower.
9. Go to class barefoot and in pajamas because shoes take too long to put on.
10. Bring a camera and microphone to test review class sessions and playing it back while you sleep in 10 minute intervals during the night, simultaneously writing your research paper and working on that art project and ending up with a hybrid “Picasso meets Einstein” in the morning that you can submit for both classes!

Yes… Finals weeks are upon us. Be careful out there. Watch out for splintering pencils and students-gone-mad. Try to rest when necessary, and rest is necessary by the way.

Anyways, have fun in the stressful week of unique adventures!

Drip… Drip… Drip…

A bit of humor here. Save it for a rainy day.

A drop falls quick,
It hits the ground,
A splash it makes,
A lovely sound.

Melodious,
The Rain falls down.
In constant beat,
they all resound.

I start to sleep,
Then jolt awake.
The sound of rain,
That hits the grate.

A walk outside,
Turns to a sprint,
When ocean’s tide,
The sky did rent.

Under a roof,
I sit inside,
Watching clouds loose,
Their great surprise.

When will it end?
Only God knows.
The Weatherman said,
“Sunny inferno!”

A Little Bit of Humor

Since my younger sister (Talia) is getting married soon, I’m claiming the right (as her older brother) to tell all manner of embarrassing stories about her. Don’t worry Sis, they won’t be too embarrassing. I may only tell one or two, because they do get sort of repetitive.

My younger sister, and the next sister down from her (Gabi), shared a bed when we moved to Wasilla. One night, Mom heard a bunch of banging on the wall coming from their room. She went all the way downstairs and opens the door to their room; what she finds is pretty funny. Gabi is sleeping peacefully on the bed, with most of the blankets wrapped around her. Talia, on the other hand, is pinned in-between the bed and the wall, with her face buried in sheets and pillows, banging on the wall and completely stuck in the crevice! After a few moments, Gabi starts laughing (she had been pretending to sleep) and they help Talia out of the crack. Gabi had pushed Talia off the side of the bed as a joke because neither of them wanted to share blankets and pillows.

Love my sisters, they make me laugh.