Posted on 10/08/2014 10:49:46 AM PDT by aardwolf46
“We could hang together.”
As the only authors executed for crimes against reality?
Star Trek?
Sayy-y-y-y-y-y-y-y....did you change that?
Or was I drunk and forgot what my part was?
I know I have a hard copy somewhere (good luck to me in finding it) and I also know it’s on the slave, but it will take some searching.
Still, I enjoyed it once again! Thanks, Darks!
OK...Star Trek, too! LOL! My bad!
So how are you feeling now? You still on O2?
I still have the original meanderings somewhere, that was the final writ.
LOL
Ah. I thought it seemed rather polished. Good job, Darks!
That deplorable bit of writ was a collaborative meandering by Face and I awhile back.
Blame goes on us!
;-)
That had to be at least six years ago, maybe more. I was thinking I was in Tucson, but that’s not right. It had to be when I first moved in to this complex, after 2007.
It was fun to work on, anyway.
;o]
Good news. I’ve been weaning myself off per drs orders. Each day a little less, twenty minutes off one day, the next twenty five, etc. I’m up to a little over an hour.
The goal is to be weaned during the day, and on during the night,
Here’s the original rough cut
(Anti-Claus and his flesh eating snowmen inhabit the south pole, waiting for the foolhardy to wander close!)
*sigh*
Worse is that I see in my mind’s eye snowmen riding snowmobiles and eating people thigh sized drumsticks labeled KFH.
Abominitious, yes.
(I know.. not a real word.)
I’m surprised that kids don’t know about Anti-Claus.
Their eyes bug out when I tell them about.. it.
Then they run screaming about the time I get to the part where Kringle had his hands full repelling the invasion, and half his elf army became snowman kibble.
I thought everyone knew how Anti-Claus, in his bottomless evil, duped Kringle into believing his gesture of “Holiday Spirit” was a genuine outpouring of Yuletide cheer, gained entry into the very halls of the North Pole, ransacked Mrs. Claus (that we shall not speak of, she still growls like a cougar when it is mentioned) and proceeded to force Kringle to hide in the reindeer stables for a whole unbathed week before using Rudolph’s mutant glowing nose to drive off the ice born fiends.
As best as anyone can recall, and memory of those long years is faded and hazy at best due to spiked egg nog, it all began over meatloaf and fruitcake.
Back then, fruitcake wasn’t as dessicated, nor as mummified as it is now.
Legend has it that at the great split, fruitcake became despondent and thus ended up in it’s current sad state, edging into a second life as armor plating and blackjack staves.
Meatloaf was more... loafy.
..clutching the mightily struggling Rudolph under his arm in rifle fashion, Kringle lept over the bales of hay while bellowing barbarically at the snowy abominations that had so decimated his forces.
An iron fisted squeeze, and Rudolph’s nose shot forth a glaring red beam that lanced through the closest icicle toothed horror that growled for flesh even as it melted!
Moaning, growling, and gargling, the abominable snowmen lurched and slid towards Kringle and his misappropriated wriggling weapon.
“Let go of me you bathless ham handed fre-EEEK!” Rudolph lazed down and slagged several more death fanged grotesqueries as they rounded the corner, elf bits in hand as clubs.
Reaching the main compound and leaving a wake of corn cob pipe wriggling puddles behind them, Kringle and Rudolph burst through the front door of North Pole HQ.
Mrs Claus clutched her comforter tightly and chuckled nervously.
“He’s not here, he left.”
Kringle merely elbowed the door hard, and squished Anti-Claus behind it.
Anti dropped his boots and grabbed his nose.
Upon seeing the insanely glowing nose of the much abused Rudolph, Anti-Claus bailed through the window, somehow getting his boots and other accoutrements back on as he fell.
Jumping on his magic flying Polaris snowmotrike, he blatted off into the night, trailing his icy hordes behind him in defeat.
Mrs Claus waved her handkerchief goodbye and sniffled.
“Don’t forget to write!” she said.
“What was that?!” Kringle demanded.
“Nothing dear.” she said.
The battle was over, after a schlocky fashion, Kringle had won, Anti-Claus was defeated, for now.
Makes sense to me! I’m so glad to hear you are healing well! *HUGS*
It can’t be fun to be tied to a recirculator! What is the estimated date that you will be off it for good?
Sparkle’s new food dishes came today. I thought they would be sent in two shipments, but they were all there...teal, hot pink and lime green! She’s GOTTA love the colors! And they won’t tip over or scoot across the floor.
I will present them to her tomorrow, when I go to replenish the food and water and clean the litter. She does NOT like the Feline Pine I bought, so it looks like it’s back to clumping clay. *sigh*
Ah, yes...that’s more like it!
Thanks!
No date given, but I’m optimistic end of January? February?
It’s all baby steps. Like your Sparkle, I’m just taking baby steps but the final finish line will be sooooo sweet.
Please keep us posted on your progress. FRiends are interested in how FRiends are doing!
*tagline*
What a kidder! Nobody's been executed for that for centuries.
So, in our collaboration, you want top billing?
Anoreth, Dog, and Dragon have arrived safely. The dog is not beautiful, like the late Piper, but she is also not catastrophically neurotic. Kathleen was covered with dog-fluff already. I will brush the dog tomorrow.
It likes Tom.
I am so glad Anoreth will be there for Christmas! And all dogs have something to love...we just have to find it!
Tom is likeable. I mean, any male who can charm a tiny female tot must have SOME charisma! Who knew?
She’s not unattractive, either. The yellow fluff just needs a good brushing. From the description - golden retriever/chow mix - I expected a big yellow tribble, but she looks like a smallish golden retriever with softer fur.
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