tcm
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Tcm and the philosophical moose\'s copper powder
TCM was sitting about again, staring into space wondering if he wanted a ciggie, or not, even though he had lasted fine (ish) for a month without one. But he knew that something interesting was bound to happen soon, as he was the star (i.e mug) in a long-running series of wizardish copper-on-hull related children's/idiot stories. How terrific!
Suddenly, a moose appeared before him. Not the old has-been moose but a new and youthful #1moose with all-new whizzy ideas about gues what - yes, that's right - copper! Cos the new moose had already been involved in ripping the old copper off the hull, at the end of book 1 with the self adhesive copper, if you remember.
Of course, tcm told moose#1 to get stuffed about the copper, cos he'd had enough. Except that in fact he didnt cos that wd be the end of the story.
"i have discovered interesting things about copper " said # 1moose. Tcm knew that he should tell the small moose to get lost but was lured in. "if you get some copper powder and mix it with ornery antifoul, it keeps all the barnacles off"
"i am not interested" said tcm.
Well no, he didn't say that as it happens, and soon enough he was on the telephone contraption to the goblins ordering 20kilos of 250 micron copper powder for 800 Lunatic-pounds.
Fortunately, tcm had lots of Lunatic-pounds, as he had converetd almost all his money at a special rate of 1:1 for lunatic money a while ago, and was intent on getting rid of the stuff by buying and burning diesel, and the rest on friggin copper, or so it seemed. He must be mad.
As before, the spot price of copper rose a bit on the london market, cos everyone knew that the amount of availbale copper had just got smaller, as the 20 kilos wd probably end up in biscay like the last lot. But at least moose-person wd not hav to prat around with the stuff this time.
What next in the ongoing war of tcm and his war against the kingdom of the Barn Iclkes, deep in the underworld 3 feet or so beneath the surface of the sea (excluding propellors) ?
Specifically, if the copper powder only works when it oxidises, shoud tcm leave the copper poweder out in the rain a bit and then mix it with the paint? Or should he put the nice new copper straight in with the paint and then hope it oxidizes later.
But, the moose #1 was nowhere to be seen, and as usual with magic stories, he hadn't supplied a workshop manual or detailed routeplan but just yerknow, seddit. Bit like that wizard of oz, and other adventure stories where the central flippin character blithely buys in to the ridiculous plot on a daftly-named messengers unsuported sayso with no cross check or anything, so tcm only has himself to blame. And tcm even had to buy his own gear, unlike cindarella for exmaple who just got free mice and pumpkins conversion routines or goldilocks who even without any magic involvement became famous for her audacious breaking and entry. TCM was beginning to wonder how it would all turn out....
TCM was sitting about again, staring into space wondering if he wanted a ciggie, or not, even though he had lasted fine (ish) for a month without one. But he knew that something interesting was bound to happen soon, as he was the star (i.e mug) in a long-running series of wizardish copper-on-hull related children's/idiot stories. How terrific!
Suddenly, a moose appeared before him. Not the old has-been moose but a new and youthful #1moose with all-new whizzy ideas about gues what - yes, that's right - copper! Cos the new moose had already been involved in ripping the old copper off the hull, at the end of book 1 with the self adhesive copper, if you remember.
Of course, tcm told moose#1 to get stuffed about the copper, cos he'd had enough. Except that in fact he didnt cos that wd be the end of the story.
"i have discovered interesting things about copper " said # 1moose. Tcm knew that he should tell the small moose to get lost but was lured in. "if you get some copper powder and mix it with ornery antifoul, it keeps all the barnacles off"
"i am not interested" said tcm.
Well no, he didn't say that as it happens, and soon enough he was on the telephone contraption to the goblins ordering 20kilos of 250 micron copper powder for 800 Lunatic-pounds.
Fortunately, tcm had lots of Lunatic-pounds, as he had converetd almost all his money at a special rate of 1:1 for lunatic money a while ago, and was intent on getting rid of the stuff by buying and burning diesel, and the rest on friggin copper, or so it seemed. He must be mad.
As before, the spot price of copper rose a bit on the london market, cos everyone knew that the amount of availbale copper had just got smaller, as the 20 kilos wd probably end up in biscay like the last lot. But at least moose-person wd not hav to prat around with the stuff this time.
What next in the ongoing war of tcm and his war against the kingdom of the Barn Iclkes, deep in the underworld 3 feet or so beneath the surface of the sea (excluding propellors) ?
Specifically, if the copper powder only works when it oxidises, shoud tcm leave the copper poweder out in the rain a bit and then mix it with the paint? Or should he put the nice new copper straight in with the paint and then hope it oxidizes later.
But, the moose #1 was nowhere to be seen, and as usual with magic stories, he hadn't supplied a workshop manual or detailed routeplan but just yerknow, seddit. Bit like that wizard of oz, and other adventure stories where the central flippin character blithely buys in to the ridiculous plot on a daftly-named messengers unsuported sayso with no cross check or anything, so tcm only has himself to blame. And tcm even had to buy his own gear, unlike cindarella for exmaple who just got free mice and pumpkins conversion routines or goldilocks who even without any magic involvement became famous for her audacious breaking and entry. TCM was beginning to wonder how it would all turn out....
