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Robyn, Seems to me the first series should end in 6,8; however, if that is correct, the initial sequence is in err. Happy Thanksgiving! Anon and greatest of days, Robyn Sotherby Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Wednesday, November 24, 1999 at 18:22:41 Okay, that last one isn't right or good. Pretend it isn't there untill I remove it and work on it some more. Till then, try these puzzles: You probably won't have trouble with this one. 3,3,5,4,3,5,4,4,3,6,?,? This one may stump you. 3,3,6,6,6,10,9,11,6,?,? Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Thursday, November 11, 1999 at 10:05:28 Here's one, composed quickly and, no doubt, flawed. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Twilight strikes a crushing blow. Sunrise first gives sight. High noon brings our future care. Darkness has no light? Between the hours of dark and light, Before the rising sun, Before the new day has it's start, Before it has begun, 'Tis there I seek what I have lost. 'Tis there the momory lies. Never shall I hold it ere The light has left my eyes. "Tis death, perhaps," I hear you say. "Tis death or maybe life." But, no, tis no such 'simple' thing, The start and end of strife Remember each man speaks his own version of the truth Gather up the sense of what I've told you here in sooth. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Friday, November 5, 1999 at 15:49:52 It's been too quiet out here. I can trap many different things and colors, Ever changing, not boring Look closely and you may find yourself also caught in my trap. Lady Rani <candace@starnetinc.com> USA - Thursday, November 4, 1999 at 10:23:55 Aha! With a moment to pause and ponder I stop by to say hello! Robyn Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 18:40:22 Lady Rani, You are correct! The answer is a guillotine. The platform was usually made of hickory, the usual execution time was 1:00. I have unearthed one possible objection in that the blade and weight assembly is actually called the "sheep" ("mouton"). Is this a fatal flaw or poetic license. Here is "The...very famous Hickere, Dickere Dock which first appeared in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book, vol. II (no copy remains of vol. I) published in London by Mary Cooper about 1744, which 'is generally agreed to be the earliest known book of nursery rhymes' (W. and C. Baring-Gould, The Annotated Mother Goose, New York, Meridian, 1967, p. 24); this is the first instance of an illustrated limerick ((W. and C. Baring-Gould, p. 31;): Hickere, Dickere Dock, A Mouse ran up the Clock, The Clock Struck One, The Mouse fell down, And Hickere Dickere Dock. This is a french version: Digerie, digerie, doge. La souris ascend l'horloge. L'horloge frappe La souris s'échappe, Digerie, digerie, doge." A mechanical translation of the French: Digery, digery, doge. The mouse ascend the clock. The clock strikes the mouse escapes, Digerie, digery, doge. I will be posting a picture in the riddles area for this one. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Monday, October 4, 1999 at 11:32:09 Hickory Dickory Dock... For the live of me I can't figure out what I alluded to. I realized after I posted that we were looking for a what not a who. Could the mouse be the blade of a guillotine? Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Friday, October 1, 1999 at 10:24:23 Post Scriptum: To be fair, I should add that you already have aluded to the answer without speaking it and that it is implicit in your last guess. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Friday, October 1, 1999 at 09:14:42 Lady Rani, It is no person at all. "What is it?" was my question. (No, the answer isn't 'a riddle' or 'a rhyme.') I will warn you that the answer will seem to make the riddle unfair. At the time, however, it was a proper challenge. Here's a slightly modified and more gramatical version of the riddle I quoted: Hickory dickory dock. The mouse runs up the clock. The clock strikes one As down it comes. Hickory dickory dock. If you do not cry me 'nay,' I shall post the answer tomorrow. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Friday, October 1, 1999 at 09:11:08 Hickory Dickory Dock . . . Today's guess - - Louis XIV (seemed like a 'ratty' enough person) :) LadyRani USA - Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 13:56:04 Shipboard life is traditionally divided into six watches of four hours each. Watches are marked by striking a bell at half-an-hour intervals. This was controlled by a half-hour sand-glass in the days before marine chronometers. A bell strike is added for each half-hour. At 12:30, the bell is struck once...at one o'clock, twice...at 1:30, three times...and so on. The bell is struck in groups of two...so that 1:30 is "ding-ding...ding." Two o'clock is "ding-ding...ding-ding." Four, eight and 12 o'clock are struck as eight bells...at which time the watch crew changes and the cycle starts over. The captain or navigator would determine the moment of noon by observation of the sun and the sand-glass would be turned to start the next day's watches. To provide some variety, the watch between four and eight p-m is divided into two...known as "dog watches." In the U-S Navy, they're struck as if First and Second Dog were one watch - five bells at 6:30...six at seven o'clock. The Royal Navy rings the bells in the second dog as if starting a new watch - one bell at 6:30...two at seven. There's an old story that one bell has been struck at 6:30 p-m...instead of five bells...since the mutinies of 1797. In one port, the signal to mutiny was to be striking of five bells in the dog-watches. But the officers got wind of this...ordered one bell struck instead of five...and the mutiny was averted. http://memail.com/samples/gizmo-rama.txt So, Lady Rani, the crewmen went up and down at 8 bells but not at 1 bell or 1:00. As it must be clear to you by now, if you can find out what the mouse is, you can solve the riddle. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 15:27:00 Aarggh... I HATE mice, I HATE clocks...could this refer to a ship's watchman who goes up to the crows nest to watch and comes down when his watch is over? Lady Rani USA - Monday, September 27, 1999 at 14:37:34 Gabriel, It is indeed an hour glass. Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Friday, September 24, 1999 at 13:31:48 Sorry, Lady Rani, "it" is not the execution of Charles I, though I would love to see your reasoning. Here is a hint which is marginally less obscure than riddle I quoted: From the hickory deck of the dock The mouse has been run up the clock Till the hour of one When down it must come Toward the hickory deck of the dock. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 17:17:58 Hmm, just reread the wording you posted for Hickory Dockory Dock. Could it possibly refer to the execution of King Charles I? Lady Rani USA - Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 10:31:42 Lady Rani, You have the essence. Humpty Dumpty is a riddle itself and the answer is -- an egg. While we're on the subject of Mother Goose: Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one. And down it comes. Hickory dickory dock. What is it? (If you GUESS this one, you are far too much into history. If you KNOW this one, you are far too much into history. If you can't guess, I will tell you as it was told to me.) Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton ROlsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 20:26:02 Just passing through. Noticed the pondering. Would that not be an hourglass Lady Rani. Gabriel <ike.ireland@csiusa.com> Bristol, WI USA - Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 16:07:31 Two mirrored bodies I have, Though both are joined in one, The stiller I stand, The faster I run. Lady Rani USA - Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 11:34:35 Hmm.. what goes up white and comes down yellow? Humpty Dumpty. :) Lady Rani USA - Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 11:14:59 Stout Robyn, Even though you are shaping the minds of future, that doesn't mean that you have lost the right to "invest" some time for your own well being. All you really have to do is get a watch like mine that has 33 hours in every day. That way you can waste eight hours and still come out an hour ahead. At least, that's the way it's supposed to work. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 08:30:04 Never backing off!!! Just can't quite figure out if I'm coming or going... *sniff* I don't even have enough time to properly ponder such a small offering. Robyn Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Monday, September 20, 1999 at 15:53:54 You don't all have to back off like that. It's not contageous and I'm much better now. . .really. . .just don't mention that D word. Here's an easy one: What is it that goes up white and comes down yellow? Your most obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Saturday, September 18, 1999 at 20:21:58 The Lady Rani says, "No, not the mind." To which I reply, "Then 'tis a dream." And she replies, "Why, yes! 'Tis a dream!" and reaches forth her great long tongue to snatch a fly flying by. And as I struggle in her grasp, she draws me ever closer to the big, blue birthday cake and starts to light everyone of my candles. All of you are clapping, and clapping, and clapping and the director shouts, "Action!" The horses come riding in from the west and I hear the pings of the sonar and the flush of the torpedo tube. The bomb bay doors swing shut. As I swing to the right and left to avoid the large black birds which throw their briefcases at me, I realize that the sun is growing warmer and warmer. The wax that holds the feathers to my arms is beginning to soften. The light grows brighter and brighter as a choir of angels begin to sing of Lucky Stars and Marshmallo Hearts. I slam my hand down upon the button and the radio dies in silence. "It's not 'mind!'" I say. "Of course, it's not." she says from beside me. "It's a dream!" I cry. "Yes," she sighs. "It's a dream. You would have known at once if I had not removed the name of Morpheus." "That would truly have been a giveaway," I say as I slam the blaring alarm clock, killing by implicaation all the sportscasters and all the sports players in one swell foop. "It's not 'the mind," I speak to myself. "It's a dream." There is a long pause. "Yes, it is." says Lady Rani. Your most obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Tuesday, September 7, 1999 at 23:10:22 Lady Rani, How about: The mind. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Tuesday, September 7, 1999 at 15:15:10 It is the playground of the soul, It is the hospice of the self. An ancient province Where nothing is real, Where nothing is not, Where nothing is. Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Tuesday, September 7, 1999 at 08:56:53 Those who do not understand why Sequoia is the proper answer to the riddle, should re-read Lady Rani's challenge and examine the vowels in the description of Jenni (who should have been named Eudoria or some such). Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Monday, August 30, 1999 at 14:00:51 While "luck" is a good guess, it does not satisfy the riddle. For 'tis more than luck we are talking about. The word itself has it's origin in a Persian story called "The Three Princes of Serendip" (dated 1754). Luck, you see, comes, bad or good, even if we stand still and do nothing. Serendipity requires that we examine the world, success or failure, and pluck forth that which we could not have had, save through our own efforts. In such a wise, our friendship has little to do with fate, fortune, or luck. Rather, we share the recognition that having been brought together, we must make and value friendship by our own means and for whatever benefits may result. The pessimists of the the world cite Murphy and Murphy has his moments. But Murphy's laws are not the way of the world, they are the way of Man. Sturgeon's law tells us that 90% of everything is worthless including the law. Serendipity lives in that last clause. Rolsky's law says, every stone has something under it. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Monday, August 30, 1999 at 10:11:36 Master Robyn, The tree Jenni will like is indeed the Sequoia. I shall ponder your non-riddle while trying to stay awake at work. 600 miles behind the wheel, plus sightseeing in a single weekend is getting just a bit too much for these old weary bones. Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Monday, August 30, 1999 at 08:15:06 Lady Rani, Ack! See what having the world at your fingertips can do? Information overload. I do believe a truly American tree that Jenni would like is a Sequoia. Unfortunately, unlike Jack Bottoms, the navigator of the Seadogs, I am not very good with plants. As for the other intrigue regarding your identity. I'm at a loss. Now here's a silly pondering that isn't a riddle at all, but hopefully it might give some entertainment. As I see the kite I fly, I ponder what makes it plain to eye. And, of course, for where there's sight, That must mean I stand in light. Oh, how fast the light does go. In English or Metric it sure isn't slow. But now I wonder at this dusk's mark... Just how fast is the speed of dark? Anon and good days, Robyn Sotherby Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Friday, August 27, 1999 at 12:14:10 Master Robyn, After much searching of the board, I have found your reference to creatures boxed in tin. Your logic, Sir, was most correct. (And knowing Esparento was not necessary to the solving of the riddle, only to the solving of my identity ;) ) Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Friday, August 27, 1999 at 08:37:42 Master Robyn, Hmm, Mountain Hemlock does fit (assuming it IS American). Methinks, I should have said native American since Mountain Hemlock is British Columbian. Giving you credit for Mountain Hemlock, but can you come up with the commonly known tree that is native American? (Will check board again on Monday, heading out for the weekend.) Lady Rani Lady Rani USA - Friday, August 27, 1999 at 08:22:01 Most noble Sir Barŝolimieu, It is with great reward that I reflect upon these days and see the memory of when we first began this game. Then I had met you and shared your company and now, that time has past and we return to the great wait of times to come. It is with fortune, if not with "luck" that I perceive from whence we come to that we return sharing a handshake in between. 'Tis true that I say "luck" for a song of das and dees to ring out in Samuel's code to sing "7." And with that number I can only associate rabbit's foots, horseshoes and the end of rainbows (save for three of them in a row which indeed would be a fortunate jackpot). Nonetheless, if that not be the answer, then know that I am truly glad to have shared the morns together within the crowd and hope to see you soon. As for "Mountain Hemlock," I approached that answer not knowing Esperanto (never making that connection as I am not versed in the tongue), but look you too that previous riddle of little creatures boxed in tin and the such and p'raps you might see my reasoning for that offering. As always, Robyn Sotherby Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Friday, August 27, 1999 at 01:34:38 Master Robyn, No, 'tis not sleep. I believe you also guessed "the future" and some other. I am willing to allow that my riddle may be flawed but any answer must fit all of the riddle, I would think. Which brings us to "Mountain Hemlock." I haven't a solution for Lady Rani's riddle yet so I have little to say save, "Hunh?" Lady Rani tells me that her identity is obvious to anyone who speaks Esperanto. I'll be adding the infamous 21 riddles to the archive shortly. Here is the riddle with the hint added. If you don't want the hint, don't read the last verse. You cannot look for me to come for then I can't, you know. Most often, when I come at all, you'll curse both loud and low And rave and cry again to see much farther yet to go. But then the smile will seize your cheeks. And, plans you'd made for weeks and weeks Are wasted, for the one who seeks Is seeking not what seeking sought. Naught such as this could e're be bought. Nor lessons learned nor lessons taught. So each good teacher teaches well to see me where I lie, To shake the chaff from out the grain, and grab me when I'm nigh. A hidden hint, a truth so strange, I'll answer what or why. I'm Murphy's foe and future's friend. Your name may live through me. And everytime you find me there, success is what you see. So speak aloud and say my name. It's dah dah dee dee dee. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc> USA - Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 09:29:37 Lady Rani, Perhaps Jenni likes the Mountain Hemlock? Yours, Robyn Sotherby Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 17:39:53 Hmmm... how about sleep? Robyn Sotherby Robyn Sotherby <robynsotherby@yahoo.com> Bristol, WI USA - Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 17:38:29 Greetings Lady Rani, My immediate reaction was to label your lovely offering as a connundrom -- something that we have dealt with only briefly here in the form of logic puzzles. However, I do believe that there is a real riddle in there, and a devilishly difficult one -- at least for me. Four clues for the name of a tree. Hmmmmmmm. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Friday, August 20, 1999 at 17:05:56 Jenni is facetious. She is also abstemious. She gets pneumonia. What is the only American tree she will like? Lady Rani USA - Friday, August 20, 1999 at 16:01:54 Now, of course, I need to present a new riddle. You cannot look for me to come for then I can't, you know. Most often, when I come at all, you'll curse both loud and low And rave and cry again to see much farther yet to go. But then the smile will seize your cheeks. And, plans you'd made for weeks and weeks Are wasted, for the one who seeks Is seeking not what seeking sought. Naught such as this could e're be bought. Nor lessons learned nor lessons taught. So each good teacher teaches well to see me where I lie, To shake the chaff from out the grain, and grab me when I'm nigh. A hidden hint, a truth so strange, I'll answer what or why. I Jot this down, this summer's night, betaken of a whim. Your Most Obedient, Sir Barŝolimieu Lyons Roderickson of Barrow House, Knight Bachelor Master of the Gate, Bristol Barton Rolsky <brolsky@starnetinc.com> USA - Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 23:32:14 |
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