| || hedge, daily, queasy, embark, bleed him dry.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Don ended his daily duties to prepare for his trip.
Moving to a new place, from his past he would strip.
He passed all the physicals, passed batteries of tests.
Now he'd journey to a star, certified Earth's best!
The sojourners would embark on their ship toward night,
Asleep in cryopods for the centuries of flight.
The prep made Don's stomach queasy, to contemplate --
All his blood pumped dry, and antifreeze put in its place!
They were a hedge for Mankind, on one fragile planet sown.
They'd colonize another world, for humans to call home.
Intrepid pioneers, rockets to blaze a trail ahead,
For other pioneers to follow to a new homestead!
Very imaginative journey this poem outlines--many thanks, Owen. I had trouble with the fourth word, but your poem helped. But I still had to look up the solution--I guess I'm just not into Dracula very much--though I thought it was clever. One of our creepier Jumbles I would say--I liked the other-worldliness of your poem better, Owen.
Your detailed poem points out how humans must sleep--or put put into some form of suspended life--if we are ever to reach distant space bodies. I can imagine the first astronauts willing to commit to such an adventure. But I wonder if the 2nd, 3rd, and later waves would be so eager. I know our species' spirit of exploration is intense, but in the past our leading adventurers could expect life to continue while blazing new trails. Pioneers could take families with them on wagon trains. Polar explorers could count on the daily fellowship of their comrades.
If in future we can only pass NASA's proceed rim by and reach terra incognita by a death-like trance, will we really be so keen to try?
~ OMK
#4 held me back for awhile. The Riddle-Solution not too difficult. Pithy and wry I'd call it.
I'm surprised that Misty didn't comment on Mrs Dracula's* lawyer: a hyena. Wow, feeling sorry for Dracula.
Now let's see how the Saturday xword solvers fared
WC
* Not to speak of the outfit Mrs D was wearing and her beehive haircut. All the rage in Transylvania I guess
While a hyena would surely be apropos for a lawyer, that's a wolf-man. But now that you bring my attention to it, both Mr. and Mrs. D's sleeves look very bat-wing-like.
I confess I thought he was a lion and couldn't imagine what he was doing there. I suppose if he's a "wolf-man" he's supposed to be a werewolf. \The green guy with the hardware in his neck is clearly (!) Frankenstein's Monster. I suppose Dracula's Ex must have started out as one of his victims (his seductive arts were notoriously limited), so turnabout is fair play.
A couple of teeny bite marks on his new bit o' fun wouldn't have been out of place.
Or maybe just one tooth in... ("...just a nibble.")
~ OMK
The wolfman and the Frankenstein monster both look semi-fierce, but Dracula looks more like a boy playing pretend. His wife (otherwise known as Elsa lanchester, I believe), looks more capable of vampire activities than he -- and I suppose that's appropriate, considering what she's going to do to him.
The poem is really great. It reminds me of some sci-fi stories, but on the other hand, I don't ever remember reading about antifreeze. Ingenious way to get the blood removal in, though.
I wonder if that's a method humans might actually employ someday, though a generation ship seems just as likely. Perhaps we could hollow out an asteroid, per Clarke's imaginative vision.
Anyway, as always, I enjoy your creativity, Owen.
We will really become space explorers when we develop the technology for super large space craft. We would need somehow to get through the current capsule stage and reach the scale that would allow multiple pilots & passengers. Then we could send generations of people--families--on their way.
Instead of suspended animation for a few hardy souls, we could send breeding families on these super-long voyages. They could raise several generations of children to adulthood, each generation knowing they are part of a great migration from an ever-more-distant memory of Earth to a new Mecca in their future.
These children would need to be educated on board as extra-terrestrial engineers, capable of building large terrariums when they reach their "promised land."
~ OMK
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