(Wow, passed 1000 and didn't even realize it. Wonder when it was? Must have been either in Zarkov's thread or the yellowstone thread last night. Ah, well, milestones never meant much to me.)
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Next thing i know, there's a flash of light, and all the bodies and unconscious bodies are gone. Whoa.
I awake. Sexy Blue is knelt over me tending my wounds. Oh, the pain. I have a splitting headache. I definitely think I've been unconscious too many times over the past few weeks. I should take a vacation or something. We begin our long journey back to sci-village. The remaining villagers wave to us as we leave. We're hailed as heroes. Sure to be good trade from this village in the future.
The nights are chilly and we share the same small tent both to share warmth and because it's the only one she packed. Sexy Blue and I have many interesting conversations on the way home. I try to convince her that ape-men wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, but she is adamant in her refusal to even attempt such a thing. Maybe if I got her drunk...
She regales me with tales of her people, the blue feets from across the swamp. She tells me how she was outcast because her feet were so sexy that all the men in her tribe were killing each other over who should have the right to shoe those pretty little feet. I say that's sad and I hope she doesn't miss her people too badly. I tell her I'll do whatever I can to make her feel more welcome in our little village. And that I am thankful for her inventions. I lead into another conversation of the merits of ape-men but she rebuffs me quickly and firmly. Yes, I'm definitely going to have to get her drunk.
When we get back to the village, a full-scale celebration is under way. SpuriousMonkey has produced prodigious amounts of SciRum and everybody is raging drunk. Even Paul seems to be having a good time.
We join the festivities, Sexy Blue drinks prodigious amounts of Scirum while I sip politely at some scirum on the rocks; even so, I was becoming quite drunk myself. I rarely drink so have little tolerance for alcohol. After much cavorting and horseplay, the party winds to a close. I lead Sexy Blue out to the pool and we sit on her favorite rock. I once more begin my discussion of the ape-men. And yet, my heart is only half-into convincing her of my plans. I begin to think that it's just the conversation I'm after. And those feet...
(I half entertained the idea of having my unconscious body vanishing with the rest.
But I settled on the ape-man scenario instead.)
The nights are chilly and we share the same small tent both to share warmth and because it's the only one she packed. Sexy Blue and I have many interesting conversations on the way home. I try to convince her that ape-men wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, but she is adamant in her refusal to even attempt such a thing. Maybe if I got her drunk...
She regales me with tales of her people, the blue feets from across the swamp. She tells me how she was outcast because her feet were so sexy that all the men in her tribe were killing each other over who should have the right to shoe those pretty little feet. I say that's sad and I hope she doesn't miss her people too badly. I tell her I'll do whatever I can to make her feel more welcome in our little village. And that I am thankful for her inventions. I lead into another conversation of the merits of ape-men but she rebuffs me quickly and firmly. Yes, I'm definitely going to have to get her drunk.
When we get back to the village, a full-scale celebration is under way. SpuriousMonkey has produced prodigious amounts of SciRum and everybody is raging drunk. Even Paul seems to be having a good time.
We join the festivities, Sexy Blue drinks prodigious amounts of Scirum while I sip politely at some scirum on the rocks; even so, I was becoming quite drunk myself. I rarely drink so have little tolerance for alcohol. After much cavorting and horseplay, the party winds to a close. I lead Sexy Blue out to the pool and we sit on her favorite rock. I once more begin my discussion of the ape-men. And yet, my heart is only half-into convincing her of my plans. I begin to think that it's just the conversation I'm after. And those feet...
(I half entertained the idea of having my unconscious body vanishing with the rest.
But I settled on the ape-man scenario instead.)Ape-men, of all things.....men. mmm, sciRum..........
Drinking myself to a pleasant past-the-tipsy-range-but-too-stubbon-to-admit-drunken, i sat and talked to nex, until the time where we're the only two not alcohol induced sleep, though not by far. I decided i'd better get to my hammock before passing out on the rocks. After a goodnight kiss (to say thankyou for the lovely trip) i take two steps and fall unconscious onto the grass.
Drinking myself to a pleasant past-the-tipsy-range-but-too-stubbon-to-admit-drunken, i sat and talked to nex, until the time where we're the only two not alcohol induced sleep, though not by far. I decided i'd better get to my hammock before passing out on the rocks. After a goodnight kiss (to say thankyou for the lovely trip) i take two steps and fall unconscious onto the grass.
(All right. I can take a hint. I'll give up on the ape-men. Honestly, I don't know what use a scientist is if she can't breed a race of super mutants. Whatever happened to the scientific zeal for learning of strange new things? Watch out, I might come up with a way to do it on my own. )
After a long pleasant conversation ended by a brief romantic moment, Sexy Blue got up to leave. She just made it to the grass before she collapsed in a dainty heap. I couldn't very well leave her like that, she'd be soaked to the bone come morning time. I delicately lifter her in my arms and carried her to her home. We only had to stop a couple of times for her to vomit, and of course I lifted her hair out of the way.
When we got to her house, I found that Kunax and Cat (don't forget your little pet, Kunax)was all curled up snug as a bug in Blue's hammock. Remembering a proverb my grandmother used to tell me, "Let sleeping tiger's lie," I took her to her spare hammock which I had serendipitously constructed earlier. I placed her in the hammock and set a container nearby her head for emergency purposes and set off home.
It was a beautiful evening. The full moon lit up the landscape and I was subject to the beautiful panorama which stretched before me. Only on nights such as these was this hidden landscape revealed. It was magical. Truly, there is no better place than sciVillage upon 500th night. (I can't think of a better name for the holiday. Someone help me out. It should come around again at number 1000.) I thanked the fortuitous circumstances which brought me here. I sent out my thoughts to those who were absent on this glorious eve.
I tripped over a stone and fell in the pool. SPLASH!! I pulled myself up, I was soaked, but of clearer mind. I realized I was pretty drunk after all. Better watch my step. I sloshed home and found that Flossie, my elephant, had partaken of the festivities as well. Now that I thought about it, I did see her dancing around the fire with SpuriousMonkey, I was really drunker than I thought to have forgotten such a strange and wonderful sight as that. I gave her a quick scratch behind the ears and headed upstairs the hard way. By the time I made it up the stairs, I was so tired I barely managed to make it to my bed, tripping over tools and books and erotic pottery as I did so. I'd only spent one night in my house so far and it's already a pig sty. If Padma doesn't come back, I'm definitely going to have to come up with some way to keep my house clean. God knows I'm not capable of keeping it clean myself, I'm a mess. I collapse on my bed and sink into a deep sleep filled with dancing elephants, ape-man butlers, and sexy blue feet.
)After a long pleasant conversation ended by a brief romantic moment, Sexy Blue got up to leave. She just made it to the grass before she collapsed in a dainty heap. I couldn't very well leave her like that, she'd be soaked to the bone come morning time. I delicately lifter her in my arms and carried her to her home. We only had to stop a couple of times for her to vomit, and of course I lifted her hair out of the way.
When we got to her house, I found that Kunax and Cat (don't forget your little pet, Kunax)was all curled up snug as a bug in Blue's hammock. Remembering a proverb my grandmother used to tell me, "Let sleeping tiger's lie," I took her to her spare hammock which I had serendipitously constructed earlier. I placed her in the hammock and set a container nearby her head for emergency purposes and set off home.
It was a beautiful evening. The full moon lit up the landscape and I was subject to the beautiful panorama which stretched before me. Only on nights such as these was this hidden landscape revealed. It was magical. Truly, there is no better place than sciVillage upon 500th night. (I can't think of a better name for the holiday. Someone help me out. It should come around again at number 1000.) I thanked the fortuitous circumstances which brought me here. I sent out my thoughts to those who were absent on this glorious eve.
I tripped over a stone and fell in the pool. SPLASH!! I pulled myself up, I was soaked, but of clearer mind. I realized I was pretty drunk after all. Better watch my step. I sloshed home and found that Flossie, my elephant, had partaken of the festivities as well. Now that I thought about it, I did see her dancing around the fire with SpuriousMonkey, I was really drunker than I thought to have forgotten such a strange and wonderful sight as that. I gave her a quick scratch behind the ears and headed upstairs the hard way. By the time I made it up the stairs, I was so tired I barely managed to make it to my bed, tripping over tools and books and erotic pottery as I did so. I'd only spent one night in my house so far and it's already a pig sty. If Padma doesn't come back, I'm definitely going to have to come up with some way to keep my house clean. God knows I'm not capable of keeping it clean myself, I'm a mess. I collapse on my bed and sink into a deep sleep filled with dancing elephants, ape-man butlers, and sexy blue feet.
(read nick earls?)
Aurghurhguagh...... at the mo, i'm so so craving a breakfast with bacon and bread with butter an inch thick, and a litre of coffee. Unfortunelty, i only found the ingredients in my backpack, and remembering vaguely i'm doing a recovery party. So i dragged myself up, and started the bbq in the village. Before long, i had breakfast going, with everyone dragging themselves into the afternoon sun.
Aurghurhguagh...... at the mo, i'm so so craving a breakfast with bacon and bread with butter an inch thick, and a litre of coffee. Unfortunelty, i only found the ingredients in my backpack, and remembering vaguely i'm doing a recovery party. So i dragged myself up, and started the bbq in the village. Before long, i had breakfast going, with everyone dragging themselves into the afternoon sun.
it was definetly a lazing aroud day. Breakfast lazed into afternoon tea, then dinner of a sort. I fiddled around with a few mechanical bits and pieces, and started on a robot to clean up after nex, seeming he can't do it himself
Spent the rest of the day lying on my rock, debating sophisticated debates with nex, like why bacon tastes better the morning after shotting sciRum, and the way to make nail polish, until sundown. Discovered i got a tatto last night, which has to be the ultumite sign of a good party. I swear i'm never going to touch alcohol again, or at least not until tomorrow night anyway.
Spent the rest of the day lying on my rock, debating sophisticated debates with nex, like why bacon tastes better the morning after shotting sciRum, and the way to make nail polish, until sundown. Discovered i got a tatto last night, which has to be the ultumite sign of a good party. I swear i'm never going to touch alcohol again, or at least not until tomorrow night anyway.
(Nick Earls? Can't say that I have. Did he write about taking care of boozed up women? )
I woke with a slight hangover. I smelt the delicate scent of bbq wafting in the breeze. Ahh, now we're talkin'. I throw on some clean duds and tramp down the stairs to wake up Flossie. I figure she could use a walk, so I hop onto her back and start riding. We arrive at Sexy Blue's hut. The other's have already arrived. The luck of living within the village within smelling distance. They must have woke a lot earlier than I. Breakfast was delicious. Just the way I liked it, smothered in grease. I would make it a point to come to dinner more often, Blue's a wonderful cook.
Everyone was pretty quiet. After they finished eating, the pretty much just lazed about feeling awful. I'm glad I didn't drink as much as them. I feel kinda bad, but not awful. In fact, I'm feeling somewhat cheerful. When I started to whistle a merry tune, everyone started chucking leftover's at me. Disgraceful waste of food, if you ask me. I gathered up whatever stuck to me without touching the ground for later and bid them adieu. Spurious asked me to keep it down today. "Hold off on your damn building projects til tomorrow, why dontcha?" I was happy to oblige, as I was of a mind to take the day off anyway.
I got on my elephant and rode away. I took a leisurely trip around the valley looking for any interesting resources that have yet to be exploited. I found nothing of great importance. A stand of Oak trees to the south. Might be useful for furniture building. And a spring to the east that trickled into a little creek for a mile or two before disappearing once more into the ground. The water was quite tasty. Excellent blend of minerals.
On the way back through town, I noticed Blue working on a mechanized man. Well, I suppose that might do. But where's the fun in that? Then I recalled many movies seen as a child of robots running amok. Definitely got possibilities.
I parked Flossie by the pool and let her browse for forage. I took a nap.
Later, Blue came out for her usual sunbathing and we talked about the properties of bacon and nail polish. A vision of tiger-ladies with bright red nail polish briefly flashed through my mind. Alas. It is not to be.
I wondered what everyone else was up to. Apart from the party, the village has been rather quiet recently. Probably don't have as fit a constitution as Blue and are still suffering from their malady. I guess they were partying far longer than us too. I'd guess almost a week if they started partying when we left. No wonder they're hung. Even Paul was quiet today. No clanging away on his bell. That's a relief.
)I woke with a slight hangover. I smelt the delicate scent of bbq wafting in the breeze. Ahh, now we're talkin'. I throw on some clean duds and tramp down the stairs to wake up Flossie. I figure she could use a walk, so I hop onto her back and start riding. We arrive at Sexy Blue's hut. The other's have already arrived. The luck of living within the village within smelling distance. They must have woke a lot earlier than I. Breakfast was delicious. Just the way I liked it, smothered in grease. I would make it a point to come to dinner more often, Blue's a wonderful cook.
Everyone was pretty quiet. After they finished eating, the pretty much just lazed about feeling awful. I'm glad I didn't drink as much as them. I feel kinda bad, but not awful. In fact, I'm feeling somewhat cheerful. When I started to whistle a merry tune, everyone started chucking leftover's at me. Disgraceful waste of food, if you ask me. I gathered up whatever stuck to me without touching the ground for later and bid them adieu. Spurious asked me to keep it down today. "Hold off on your damn building projects til tomorrow, why dontcha?" I was happy to oblige, as I was of a mind to take the day off anyway.
I got on my elephant and rode away. I took a leisurely trip around the valley looking for any interesting resources that have yet to be exploited. I found nothing of great importance. A stand of Oak trees to the south. Might be useful for furniture building. And a spring to the east that trickled into a little creek for a mile or two before disappearing once more into the ground. The water was quite tasty. Excellent blend of minerals.
On the way back through town, I noticed Blue working on a mechanized man. Well, I suppose that might do. But where's the fun in that? Then I recalled many movies seen as a child of robots running amok. Definitely got possibilities.
I parked Flossie by the pool and let her browse for forage. I took a nap.
Later, Blue came out for her usual sunbathing and we talked about the properties of bacon and nail polish. A vision of tiger-ladies with bright red nail polish briefly flashed through my mind. Alas. It is not to be.
I wondered what everyone else was up to. Apart from the party, the village has been rather quiet recently. Probably don't have as fit a constitution as Blue and are still suffering from their malady. I guess they were partying far longer than us too. I'd guess almost a week if they started partying when we left. No wonder they're hung. Even Paul was quiet today. No clanging away on his bell. That's a relief.
I have noticed a lull on convo of late.
Actually, the first page of Nick Earls 48 shades of brown talks about holding a chick's hair. Have a read.
Actually, the first page of Nick Earls 48 shades of brown talks about holding a chick's hair. Have a read.
(i bet some are still here reading, myself yesterday i was sitting in the top of a 12m (35.9 feet) pine tree with saw, playing lumberjack, we made a good hole in the pavement when the first part came down
I(the tiger) also seem to be stuck with 2 main "themes", i have to thicker out how to progress, while keeping the last remains of a tiger)
I(the tiger) also seem to be stuck with 2 main "themes", i have to thicker out how to progress, while keeping the last remains of a tiger)
(Kunax, I've been trying to convince Sexy Blue to breed some ape-men. Why don't you convince her to mutate you into some kind of tiger-man? She's dead set against the whole mutation idea so far, but maybe she'd do it for you.
Sexy Blue, I'll check it out sometime if I come across it. I just came up with the idea, because it's the kind of thing a gentleman would do for a lady. We all know you hate getting puke in your hair.)
Sexy Blue, I'll check it out sometime if I come across it. I just came up with the idea, because it's the kind of thing a gentleman would do for a lady. We all know you hate getting puke in your hair.
)I had apparently slept all weekend and noticed when I woke up that lots of things had happened. That made me tired.
I didn't know what to do so I went for a haircut and see if I could pay with scirum since I had run out of money.
And maybe see if the barber had heard some gossip.
I didn't know what to do so I went for a haircut and see if I could pay with scirum since I had run out of money.
And maybe see if the barber had heard some gossip.
(that would be like giving up Nexus, no thank you)
having forgot where everybody is and since the sun is shining, I desice to sun bath on a rock by the pond, a rock frequently used by Sexy Blue, this is now my rock I think to my self.
)having forgot where everybody is and since the sun is shining, I desice to sun bath on a rock by the pond, a rock frequently used by Sexy Blue, this is now my rock I think to my self.
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OI, my rock!!!!!!!!!!
Since things seem to be pretty normal, I´ll take a walk in the woods.
Don´t stay in the sun too long, sunburns can get nasty.
Don´t stay in the sun too long, sunburns can get nasty.
I decided to branch out. Scirum is not enough. I came up with some new stuff that I named Scivodka.
I took some to swedishfish but she wasn't home. I left a bottle of Scivodka on her doorstep. I took a peek inside but no cupcakes.
I saw the tiger on my way back behind a tree. I opened my bag and showed it that it didn't contain any cupcakes. It didn't roar. It just turned around and disappeared into the forest. I could swear it was crying, but tigers don't cry.
I can't believe how irresponsible Swedishfish is. It is ok that I don't get any cupcakes or muffins, but to mess with a tiger's mood is dangerous. I remembered that I have an oven myself.
I get some eggs, milk and other stuff from our beloved farmer who seems to have even diversified his productline even more than normal. He even had kaviar! I took some to make tiger cupcakes.
I made a fairly large batch of tigercupcakes (secret receipe, but as you might realize they contain kaviar), and something what I would call scivodka cupcakes. You see, I was too lazy to go to the waterpump to get some water and the only bottle I had standing around was filled with Scivodka. Well, that is not quite true. There was also a bottle with some ancient pee in it, but I decided against using that one.
I tried a tiger cupcake...not bad...a bit fishy.
I moved on to the scivodka cupcake. That is weird. It reminded me of Swedishfish's cupcakes. I had another one.
I shoved all cupcakes in a bag and went to the forest hoping to find the tiger.
And there is was. Gosh, the poor thing. It's face looked so droopy and sad. Come here kitty, daddy got some cupcakes for you!!!
WOW, I couldn't believe how fast a tiger can be if they want to be fast. In no time the tiger had bridged the 10 meters of so between us and was sniffing the cupcakes.
To my surprise it skipped on the tigercupcakes and went straight for the scivodka ones! HEY STOP IT, THOSE ARE MINE!
I started to pull the bag away. The tiger grabbed it in his mouth and started pulling too. The bag tore open and all the cupcakes spilled on the sandy path. We looked each other in the eye for a split second but then we were both on all fours devouring cupcakes with our mouths. There was no time to check whether it was a tiger or a scivodka cupcake. Time was of the essence. In 10 seconds all 50 or so cupcakes were gone.
We both went to the edge of the path to lie down in the grass, the tiger on one side of the road and I on the other. Soon I was asleep in the afternoon sun.
I took some to swedishfish but she wasn't home. I left a bottle of Scivodka on her doorstep. I took a peek inside but no cupcakes.
I saw the tiger on my way back behind a tree. I opened my bag and showed it that it didn't contain any cupcakes. It didn't roar. It just turned around and disappeared into the forest. I could swear it was crying, but tigers don't cry.
I can't believe how irresponsible Swedishfish is. It is ok that I don't get any cupcakes or muffins, but to mess with a tiger's mood is dangerous. I remembered that I have an oven myself.
I get some eggs, milk and other stuff from our beloved farmer who seems to have even diversified his productline even more than normal. He even had kaviar! I took some to make tiger cupcakes.
I made a fairly large batch of tigercupcakes (secret receipe, but as you might realize they contain kaviar), and something what I would call scivodka cupcakes. You see, I was too lazy to go to the waterpump to get some water and the only bottle I had standing around was filled with Scivodka. Well, that is not quite true. There was also a bottle with some ancient pee in it, but I decided against using that one.
I tried a tiger cupcake...not bad...a bit fishy.
I moved on to the scivodka cupcake. That is weird. It reminded me of Swedishfish's cupcakes. I had another one.
I shoved all cupcakes in a bag and went to the forest hoping to find the tiger.
And there is was. Gosh, the poor thing. It's face looked so droopy and sad. Come here kitty, daddy got some cupcakes for you!!!
WOW, I couldn't believe how fast a tiger can be if they want to be fast. In no time the tiger had bridged the 10 meters of so between us and was sniffing the cupcakes.
To my surprise it skipped on the tigercupcakes and went straight for the scivodka ones! HEY STOP IT, THOSE ARE MINE!
I started to pull the bag away. The tiger grabbed it in his mouth and started pulling too. The bag tore open and all the cupcakes spilled on the sandy path. We looked each other in the eye for a split second but then we were both on all fours devouring cupcakes with our mouths. There was no time to check whether it was a tiger or a scivodka cupcake. Time was of the essence. In 10 seconds all 50 or so cupcakes were gone.
We both went to the edge of the path to lie down in the grass, the tiger on one side of the road and I on the other. Soon I was asleep in the afternoon sun.
I was in a happy mode today and decided to give everybodya free haircut.
(Spurious, I was wondering when you'd diversify. You know, you passed up a perfectly good opportunity to make sciGin a long time ago when SwedishFish gave you those Juniper branches. I think Gin comes from Juniper anyway...)
I got SciContriue happening, as well as SciSambuca and SciBeer. All ozzies know how to make the best beer