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this is so not really related... but I once had a dream that I was a missionary in Ankh Morpork. but we had to keep our headquarters secret and go around in disguise.
and the Watch was after us, for some reason. random, I know. it's not technical knowhow, but it's knowledge of some sort. which is what made me think of it. sorry for de-railing the topic... |
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It seems odd, after 20 years of reading the books, but I don't think I ever had a Discworld dream. I've had dreams where I'm in a Discworld movie again, and dozens of dreams with Terry Pratchett in them, but none actually set in the real Discworld. I've also had a dream that I was Rincewind more than once, one here on Earth and one some other spherical planet with dragons. I did have a dream that the Discworld turtle was making a close pass of the Earth though, like a very near miss from an asteroid.
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![]() I know how to make plenty of stuff, though most of it would probably be either useless because the technology is lacking (a clacks-based website anyone?) or already exists in the Discworld in some form or other. I'm not too bad at sewing so I guess I could be a seamstress. ![]() |
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Give me a dam* and I could give them electricity...Someone else needs to find stuff to do with it
![]() *Edit cos Damn and dam are 2 different things... There once was a man named Bruce Who liked to sit on a spruce He ate lots of chowder And yelled at me louder: "I'm talking to YOU, Mrs. Hughes!" --> The Literary Genius: Mowgli |
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I was thinking a bit more low key, like a waterwheel or windmill with some copper wire and magnets. ![]() |
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tee hee post-its... But weren't they done by Leonard of Quirm but called something like 'note paper what can stick to different things'...
I was thinking pretty small scale electricity production. It could be a windmill. There once was a man named Bruce Who liked to sit on a spruce He ate lots of chowder And yelled at me louder: "I'm talking to YOU, Mrs. Hughes!" --> The Literary Genius: Mowgli |
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