I'm so stupid, I signed up and got the Zot.

[tuliptree76]

I'm on a roll. :-)

[HKMk23]

Hey, about last night...

(Original, no?)

I didn't realize the thread was so thinly populated after Bob clocked out. I peeked in this morning for a minute and was mortified to see that you'd been stranded out on the dance floor by yourself. Dressed to the nines -- or maybe the tens, or even the elevens -- with the good music rollin' and...nobody???

Next time I'll stick around after I drop the needle in the groove. At least then, if nobody else takes the floor, I can clamber down from the DJ's booth and do the honors myself.

[HKMk23]

Here, save this one for later:

Play That Funky Music White Boy

[Irish_Thatcherite]

What's the craic?

Well actually, it's the crack - some idiot artificially gaelicised the word, I spelled the word 'craic', instead of 'crack' - in case you would take me up the wrong way! LOL!

it's a word we use in Ireland that roughly means 'fun' or 'humour'

[tiamat]

I'm glad you had a nice dinner.

Agnes is a beautiful old dame, isn't she?

[Tax-chick]

She's a distinguished animal, yes ... as much as possible when you're six different colors :-).

[tuliptree76]

stranded out on the dance floor by yourself.

Don't worry about it. I'm used to it. But thanks for the offer for next time. :-)

[tuliptree76]

LOL! Okay. It's good to learn new words. :-)

[mmercier]

Thanks for that tune, it got the well hungover wife moving.

I thought she was dead, but she is actually up and moving now.

[TASMANIANRED]

Last post.

[Tax-chick]

Latest post.

[Tax-chick]

In Geoffrey Chaucer’s fourteenth-century poem “The House of Fame,” the house has become a castle with as many windows as snowflakes, packed with sorceresses and jugglers, magicians and wizards, celebrated singers like Orpheus and humble minstrels with bagpipes. A half-foot of solid gold covers the ceiling, walls, and floor of the great hall, where Fame herself presides from a throne made of ruby, her head extending to heaven and her body covered with as many “tongues as on bestes heres.” Her herald, Eolus, the god of wind, holds a trumpet of Praise and a trumpet of Slander, blowing from them as Fame pleases.

[NicknamedBob]

That all sounds very nice, I suppose, but did they have a plesiosaur in the moat?

[Tax-chick]

I should think not. I thought the plesiosaur was in the basement. (Oh, dear ... what's in the basement?)

[sionnsar]

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[Monkey Face]

Hi kids.
This is sure moving slow since July 3...I hope they get it fixed soon.

What's up with everyone?

[Darksheare]

Not much at the moment.

[Monkey Face]

Yes, but notice, I KNEW you were lurnking...;o]

[NicknamedBob]

We haven't been able to do a complete inventory of "what's in the basement" but it has a number of interesting areas.

First off, much of it has been excavated, and shored up with space-frame construction. We've put our glass factories and laboratories down there, and Dead Corpse operates some special purpose "workshops" where metals are forged.

I guess you're asking about some of the unusual critters that inhabit this realm. I suppose it's my fault. I selected this area specifically for the unusual characteristics it seemed to have after the meteoric impact.

I guess I thought it would be a source of unusual materials. I didn't realize it would also attract esoteric life-forms, or those which simulate them.

[sionnsar]

Hi, "Face! How are things?