URGENT NOTICE OF ZOT FOR SEPT/OCT 2013

Intel Analysis | September 5, 2013 | Victoria Bingham

[Victoria Bingham]

https://www.facebook.com/victoria.bingham.14?hc_location=timeline

[Monkey Face]

*tagline*

[Monkey Face]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Flottie!

*hug*

[NoCmpromiz]

RE: *tagline*

Because slime molds behave differently than your more normal democratsfungi...

[Monkey Face]

Ah. But does that explain it sufficiently?

I think the evil little man and his b***buddy Zero are going to implode about the same time...both are acting crazy as a bovine with mad cow disease. We can only hope.

[NicknamedBob]

"Wow. Been here 14 years and didn’t know about this."

Some highlights:

The impending End Of The Internet caused us to pick up roots;

Moving the Castle ... (December 31, 2004 Two in the morning ...)

In the faint light of false dawn, the castle sits quietly, eerie stillness presages monumental events to come. The top of each trapezoidal tower opens slowly.

Strange sounds emanate as a frothy substance begins to extrude and expand. Bubble-gum blowing on an industrial scale. At first looking like a pastry chef’s hat, the shapeless form continues to expand. Large panel doors four stories high open on the trapezoidal structures to reveal tremendous engines on gimbaled struts. The engines extend outward and deploy.

Overhead, the plastic bubbles continue to expand, like parachutes operating in reverse. They reach up, higher and higher, expanding as they go. Veins of thread and rope-like material begin to show in the surface texture, apparently lending strength to the material. The expanding balloons seem to be like dragonfly wings, growing and inflating from a crumpled nothingness to an iridescent beauty in the early morning sunlight.

The engines fire with a muted roar, their exhaust dark and smoky at first, but soon clearing until only the dancing images show the heat of them. A funnel-shape catches and redirects the hot gases back into the structure. Now the balloons begin to inflate steadily, rising into the cool air of the morning like a slumberer stretching as he rises from his bed.

Soon there is the appearance of a huddle of clouds over the castle. The huge balloons, fully inflated, strain like captured moons to exert their tidal pull on the immovable mass of stone, and earth, and steel.

The jet engines roar to full power, flattening the grasses below them. Steam rises from the ground. Below the castle, the hydraulic vanes spring fully open, and the castle lurches upward half a foot. Then it steadies. Dirt begins to cascade downward around the periphery as the huge steel basket rises up, like a potted plant pulled up by its roots.

The castle rises. The gray steel walls of the basket move upward like the bucket of a tremendous earth-mover. Up, up they rise. A gaping wound in the Earth remains behind. Cascading dirt and water fall like rain. And like a vengeful rain-cloud the tremendous mass hovers over, and shades the pit it is leaving behind.

Upward still, and now the view across the empty pit can be seen. Bare dirt and rock line the walls, and underground springs begin washing muddily down to the bottom. A new lake will be born here; a round empondment called Lake Fate.

Inside the castle, all is as it was. Fires continue to burn in the fireplaces. Kitchen attendants watch over the rising bread. Revelers revel.

Those who are sleeping continue to sleep. Few notice the gentle turning of the sun across the walls as the castle spins very slowly in the air. The jet engines continue to roar with undiminished intensity, but inside the courtyard, the sound seems distant. Birds flutter among the fruit trees near the castle walls.

Majestically, magically, the castle rises, slowly moving eastward, rushing to meet the new day. Gaining altitude, it picks up a little speed with the upper air currents, but this will be a leisurely trip, like the old-fashioned dirigibles. Stately, dignified, and this one is not flammable.

The journey to its new home has begun.

And then, of course, landing;

Landing the Castle; ... (December 31, 2004 Five in the afternoon ...)




Out of the setting sun, an object makes its appearance. The sound is not noticed at first, but as it slowly draws closer, more and more people begin looking up.

An apparition has come to call. Someone’s giant colander, supported by dozens of levitating goose eggs, and roaring like a banshee, sidles in over the low hills.

Now that the engines are loud enough to be an annoyance, there is a noticeable change in their tone, as they are throttled back slightly. The indescribable conveyance drifts closer. As it grows nearer, the scale becomes apparent. Again and again, witnesses adjust their concepts of big.

It floats gently above the center of the lake, gently turning to orient North to North. Again the tone of the engines mutes slightly. It settles closer to the low wave-tops.

From the bottom of the rectangular girders which support it, flotation cushions deploy and fill. Gigantic Mae West puffery elevates a metal skirting around the perimeter walls, forming a walkway and loading dock.

The curious structure dips a fearful toe into the water, appearing to test its warmth. Gradually it immerses itself, the jets slowing ever further as it slowly comes to a stop. A new island, complete with its own cloud cover, has appeared in the middle of the lake.

The jets are silenced. In the sudden hush, one hears a whining, as of distant construction equipment. Very gradually, the tremendous hot air balloons are ingested back into the tops of the metal towers, like a schoolboy working his bubblegum bubble back into his mouth. The process takes at least half an hour, as the hot air is bled off, and the plasticized fabric balloons are pulled back into their hidden compartments. The jet engines are turned and oriented for stowage, and collapse back into their compartments. Finally all the noises stop, and the stunned inhabitants realize that an adventure has arrived in their midst. Several small boats set out to rendezvous with the castle.

The party continues...

I had to post it again. There was a grammatical error in it, and this was the only way to correct it.

[real saxophonist]

cool. thank you

[Flotsam_Jetsome]

Thanks for the B-day wishes, everyone! All I want is for a gift is for a certain “Joker” to get his comeuppance!!

FJ

[no-to-illegals]

Never eat something dead!

Unless is a flame licked overdone troll.

[NicknamedBob]

Mouse-over the first link, Moving the Castle. Read the link information.

That’s from the original Undead Thread. Look at the post number.

History, my friend.

[no-to-illegals]

Which is why cannot believe was not blasted for post #3187. Gee ... slippage or being nice?

Quote from my #3187 Never eat something dead!

I corrected myself in post #3248. That above quote was slippage and not being nice on my part.

Don't worry though. Have been running into brick walls all day. Punishment in the extreme and head hurts too. Even while away, punishment came my way. LOL

Gee ... it's GOOD to be back home!

[no-to-illegals]

Better-half sprayed me with odor killer. I nearly died.

[no-to-illegals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Flotsam_Jetsome!

Sorry was not here for the party.

[Silentgypsy]

Perhaps you should sleep outside, under the stars, far far away, where no one....

[no-to-illegals]

Been there, done that. The critters threw me out of the forest. Had no place to go. Came home. Was sprayed with odor killer. Now me nearly dead.

[Silentgypsy]

Yayyyyyyy! Was concerned that you might not make it! Enjoy!

[NoCmpromiz]

Unless is a flame licked overdone troll.

Wouldn't a charcoal briquet still be tastier?

[no-to-illegals]

All depends on the taste buds and the beverage utilized to wash the troll down with. Trolls which have been struck by lightening taste best, imho. Those flame broiled trolls do taste like a charcoal briquette.

[TheOldLady]

Lucas Prince of Darkness got a check-up and blood and urine samples were drawn in order to check his thyroid and kidneys.

The tests for everything but the thyroid were completed today.

I was told that if there were a serious problem, the vet’s assistant would be calling me with the news today. There was no call.

The thyroid test should come back tomorrow, and again, a serious problem will be called in to me right away.

Lucas gained 1/4 pound since his last visit to the vet, and they were pleased with that, as was I.

So far, so good. If I get a call tomorrow, I’ll post what the results were, otherwise I will be getting them in the mail.

Thank you for caring, Silentgypsy. I know that you have serious medical problems of your own, and I am so grateful for your

prayers for Lucas.

[Flotsam_Jetsome]

Thanks, and no worries; I’m just happy to have survived to see another one. ;o)

[no-to-illegals]

Am Happy for you and yours! May you have many more survivals and Birthdays!