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I've found the opposite to be true. Where standing water is concerned, it's best to go as fast as you can so when your tires are no longer in contact with pavement you still have enough momentum to get to the other side:
— Hey guys I'm going for it. See y'all on the other side.
— Yeah, whatever man. See ya on the other side.
I have a similar technique for driving on black ice.
Lol. Got swamped using that technique once... water was deeper than I thought.
Once hit black ice on a steep grade 1/2 mile or so from home and slud into the left embankment with a 'neighbor' lady following who slud over the right where the cliff was... she ended upside down stopped by some trees luckily.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgakGjJidy4
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
I know that feeling! Also, that tune was popular at my job during the great recession.
Okay, so, this one is either gross or wonderful, depending on your perspective:
Host
Sustenance slides by
Hooked in tight to a warm, wet
Wonderful cosmos
From the point of view of the tapeworm, man was created by god to serve the appetite of the tapeworm.
—Ed Abbey
Lol, I'll stick to gross... but it is a revered theme in poetry to see life from another perspective :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Haha, yeah I think I'll go with gross as well. Well then, from micro to macro:
Is there an edge?
Hard to see the edge
Of the known universe. From
the Orion Arm
Google AI:Cosmic! Enjoyed :)Quote:
That's a beautiful haiku reflecting our cosmic perspective: from the Orion Arm (or Local Arm) of the Milky Way, where Earth sits, seeing the edge of our own galaxy or the vast universe beyond is tough due to intervening dust, gas, and the sheer scale, but new mapping shows our arm is bigger, revealing more of our local neighborhood within the galaxy's spiral structure.
Key Takeaways from the Haiku & Science:
Orion Arm (Local Arm): Our solar system isn't in a major arm but a significant spur or tendril between the Sagittarius and Perseus Arms, a region rich in stars and gas.
Obscured View: Dust and gas clouds within the Milky Way block our view of distant parts of our galaxy and other galaxies, making the "edge" hard to pinpoint from within.
Redefining Our Corner: Recent studies, using data like from the Gaia mission, show the Orion Arm is much larger and more complex than previously thought, revealing more of our galactic home.
The "Edge": The "edge" of the known universe (the observable universe) is billions of light-years away, but even seeing the far side of our own galaxy is challenging from our spot.
In essence, your poem captures the humbling feeling of being embedded in a vast structure, the Milky Way, where our vantage point limits our view of the grander cosmic whole.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Hah!
So much for artificial intelligence eh? An actual human would have written something like — A mediocre haiku most likely written by a simpleton.
It's an Oddity
There's always a glitch
⚡️Ground Control to Major Tom⚡️
In human pursuits
Where David Bowie is concerned, I preferred this one:
Starman
https://youtu.be/aBKEt3MhNMM?si=6NxL8MNp_hv-oQCz
Lol... Great song... heard it last week watching The Martian for the umpteenth time :)
AI enchants me...
AI enchants me...
it is like rocket science
without the rocket
12/28/2025
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Haha. Good one. Sticking with the motif:
It ain’t rocket surgery
Will A.I. be good
for us? Who knows? But Wall Street
thinks it’s a rocket
Nvidia is only up about 1400% in the past 5 years.
Enjoyed :)
I hear Wall Street , et al, has done well for the wealthy.
Will AI be good for us?
I tried to sing your
Haiku to a Queen tune but
Who wants to live for...
12/28/2025
... maybe Def Leppard: Rocket, Yeah! :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tinky's gaze
furtive birds outside
catch a silken black cat's gaze
"ekekekekek"
1/20/2026
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Bravo, Tailor, an onomatopoetic poem.
But who is prey? Owl see about that:
Birds are on the fence
House cat barred from the outdoors
Who cooks for you all?
https://youtu.be/0SwMJ50Dbz4
Enjoyed :) Tinky is indoors only also and our ferine Angel is outdoor only :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
Hello Kitty
We've had a number of indoor and outdoor and indoor/outdoor cats over the years. Presently our little guy is indoor only, except when he's quicker than me. His name is Neko-san. He mainly spends his days curled up on a heater vent, or basking in a beam of sunlight coming through the window, or sitting in front of his bowl and looking at it, not-so- subtlety hinting that somebody oughta fill it with Friskies. Before him we had an indoor/outdoor cat named Ichiban. Itchy was light colored and had a habit of sitting on a fencepost in the moonlight, which is why we think an owl probably got him. I doubt it was a Barred Owl though. They're too small. More likely it was a Gray Owl. For a time we had barn cat named Bob, so named because she had a bobbed tail. She'd lost her tail before she moved into our barn. Who knows, probably a fan belt took it. She was awesome. While she was here, all the mice moved next door to our neighbors barn. We've had others. Ned-Ned comes to mind. Ned liked to lay on the warm macadam road in front of our house. It was not a very busy road. One day I watched a car come down the road and stop in front of Ned. The driver revved the engine a couple of times and tooted the horn. Ned opened one eye, yawned, twitched his tail, then went back to sleep. Eventually the car backed up and went around Ned. The cat's full name was Ned-Ned-The-Melon-Head because he had an unusually large head, but after this incident he became know as Ned-Ned-The-Tire-Tread for obvious reasons. He wound up living to a ripe old age. Go figure.
Cats, eh?
Hello Kitty Il
I mostly remember three cats.
Jeremias was a birthday present, when I still was a kid. He at once asserted his independence by disappearing. We searched the big house, with cellar and all...no Jeremias.Hours later I went to get a pullover and there was Jeremias in the wardrobe comfortably sleeping on my woolen clothes.
When we moved to another house he sprang from the car. He chose to stay and became feral. I went once back to the house. I cal,Ed him and he appeared immediately. That was the last time I saw him.
So many years later there was Babalù, a black, cat ŵho walked like a samba queen, moving lightly her hips. She had scabies when we found her but when she recovered she grew a short silky fur. She had five kitten and disappeared one year later, probably stolen.
And then there was Tino, my siver cat that lived with me more than fifteen yerars.. He died of kidney disease.