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About LinkBacksGraybeard while eavesdropping, and waiting for Michael's reply, mumbled to himself, in the same way grumpy old men the world over do, "That bloody Michael gets all the good looking women".Originally Posted by Tarina
Graybeard while eavesdropping, and waiting for Michael's reply, mumbled to himself, in the same way grumpy old men the world over do, "That bloody Michael gets all the good looking women".
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
...Mikal with Austin hearing Greybeard's mumble turned around and gave her best open palm swat at Greybeard's head saying still with out her teeth in a mumble of her own surprisingly vivid ... "oh! oh!, and I am not good looking after eight hundred years?"
The swat being so loud woke Graham from the stupor and as he raised his head and screwed it back on then immediately began Riesling with his hound over the pea soup seeing the cook had gone home for the night, and lost.
Hearing Gram yell and scream at his wolf named Katrina to sit and get out and of course Katrina being part wolf with four inch wide and four high back hair as long as her fangs all raised like a razor back wart hog not making more then a low growl the sound as she went low to snap and bite at graham, weakened by lack of soup.
...Tarina began looking for a portal back into the pub thinking the explicit words of bitch and orders coming from graham were being directed at her ...
Austins camera went whirrr whirrrr still,
Katrina burped now full being a fast eater,
the tree form from Alpha 6 was still in lala land emitting a soft purring sound, and
as one of Roberts eyes appeared over everything the Yeti started saying Num Num again between drools.
Pat and the Dalia came in from Shaylah's knoll portal two hearing the yeti....
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
Graham must have been surprisingly drunk. It was not an open-palm that Mikal hit Graybeard with, but a brand new keyboard off her computer. And they were not her false teeth chattering as they fell to the ground, but the new ivory keys as the keyboard shattered on Graybeard's temple.
Graybeard preferred an easier method than this of increasing his vocabulary, so with a drink in one hand, a Tompian in the other, Graybeard raced for the door. At least that was his intention, but he had become entangled with the cord off Mikal's keyboard, and Mikal was holding the other end. As it stretched and stretched, Graybeard was slowly bought to a halt, and then slowly reeled back by that doughty fisherwoman Mikal.
"What will be the upshot of this, have I overmoderated once too often" thought Graybeard.
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
That bloody Michael gets all the good looking women
By some coincidence (as just posted now), Michael got the only woman in this story…
http://www.toequest.com/forum/anecdo...th-sky-26.html
(See halfway down the page, in 'E = Michael*CC')
Thats a huge thread with heaps of graphics. Can't find your reference.
If you want to reference an exact post hit the permalink tag at the top of the post. Then copy the address that appears in the top bar ..... post that link as is or under the word CLICK .... and then we can be taken to that exact post.
perhaps you already did this but the thread is so large my laptop took tooo long
cool bananas ... greg
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both'
... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Oh, OK.
http://www.toequest.com/forum/anecdo...html#post82446
(Time for a broadband connection? But maybe Michael uses up all the broad bandwidth.)
hungry graham suffering from Asperger's Syndrome and everyone thinking he was drunk fell off his stool.
sage (aka crick) jumped into his ear and Katrina bowed for a hand rest on her back for him to get up.
...straightening with what little dignity he had left, sage in control of his limbs with his wolf the guide the three started to make there way to the door amiss "hafwfalhls" and "snigger's" that never bothered a real gentleman, nor stopped the raised head and wagging tail of his pet.
Reaching the door he turned and with his special talent and modified blackberry, punched in a program source ID Carley herself had unwittingly given him that cracked Carley's access codes and reactivated all the nano bots in the pub with special instructions of infestation and function orders on all the patrons the target.
Just before the door slammed to grahams trio leaving he heard there screams of dismay as every eye ball and visual sensor of varied type began to experience hallucination after hallucination with contracted optical nerves and space time reality for all ... just ... "changed."
None heard the "hee hee hee" sounds as he left to find a good meal....
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
Michael, having many broad connections, was conversing with Tarina on five different levels: telepathy, cell phone call, text messaging, e-mail and by his actual voice.
Meanwhile, Mikal was getting dressed for a formal event in another woven thread, puting on five coats because it was so cold in Ontario. She must have put her keyboard back together wrong because she was mispelling words in her posts, like “aion”, and posting strange stories about a person having no brain… which could be about any of us, especially some people referred to as Ike and Mike.
Graham got his magnetic house going and was high in the sky, but was drifting toward the North Pole for some reason. He noted Labelwench down below in the Yukon Territory chasing a bull moose down the road.
The many worlds pub had become mayhem....Mikal having reeled Greg in to just where she wanted him had begun to duct tape his whole face....this might have seemed mean...but she was trying to save what teeth the keyboard had not knocked out...Greg in his stunned state was trying to readjust his "grumpy old man" suspenders...
Austin was dizzy with too much serotonin swirling in his brain and Graham a complete mess with pea soup everywhere. Mikal was looking through the mayhem for Leskey.....
Crickets were rotfltaf....a horse was eating the wires from a chandelier and a mass of keyboard wires....Tarina was trying to hold her own on the top of the chandelier....now swinging precariously.....
Suddenly Robert came on the scene....he gathered Leskey and Mikal, snapped his fingers and a vortex appeared...dashing the three upward to immense dimensions....
Tarina seeing the vortex of energy tryed to hold on and the energy entered her...perming her blond hair and blowing her to immense pieces which all fell onto the table of the 3 scientific toequesters....Greg..Austin and Graham...
Tarina was in Delta zone floating on a cloud hoping and praying they all put the pieces back together in the right place....
Vincent Wee Foo was crying....he had missed the vortex adventure...
Labelwench was trying to save Caramel from electrocution....
Wick had run to gather the crickets into the bamboo cage....
Michael in complete disgust...folded up his lawnchair and left..............
Caramel was a being of pure thought, and so was never in any danger, energy flowed around and through her frequently, without curling her mane.
Labelwench, walked through the door, attired entirely in black. Her Australian riding hat was cinched tightly to her head, long outback drover coat flowing like a cape.
With long strides she reached the bar. "When you're done with the in-house vacuum, Robert, perhaps you would pour a round of Tequila shooters for the house, make it Grasshoppers for the crickets, and one for yourself while you are at it. Make that two for Tarina, so she can pull herelf back together."
She turned in Tarina's general direction and said, "You'e supposed to dance on the tables, shoot out the lights, kiss all the cowboys and the cute ones, twice."
"Simple enough instructions, so how did you mess them up?"
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