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  • #2004

    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

    Jib
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      and another HAHAHA : because 15 is 51 reverse and this is comment 51
      and this page currently show comments 51 to 51 of 51
      and I had lots of 51’s synchs lately too
      (well now that you can see this comment it has changed again ;) )

      #723

      Piotr had a strange dream. His cousin was gone with a weird man… or was it a man?
      Harasho (Good) that she was eventually gone. She wouldn’t have to meet Grishenka again. And he knew that they would eventually reach the place they were heading to

      His family and the villagers had always thought that he was kind of nut. But at the age of 12, Piotr was quite aware of what was happening around, and beyond. He wasn’t just interested in telling the others. They didn’t want to know.

      #722
      Jib
      Participant

        Yann was so tired that he couldn’t do anything but sleep.
        It was hard for him to go to work and see people that he wasn’t sure were real.
        It was hard for him too with Yurick because he couldn’t explain what was happening to him, though he was sure enough that it wasn’t connected to his friend.
        He was evaluating his life and how he was creating it.
        He was evaluating his relations.

        He was just afraid to become sort of an autist.

        #720

        As the bride and groom were exchanging the rings, Al was brought back a few weeks earlier, when Becky had announced the little group she and Sean would get married. The initial excitement gone, Tina, Sam and Al had been given the honor to organize that very special day, while Becky surely wouldn’t care to be bothered by such petty things.

        I think she’s already getting that distinguished snobbish style of the Wricks muttered Tina who was not so fond of being handed down these kinds of unprompted crottes.
        Al, who was probably thinking as much managed a Don’t be so hard on her, that’ll be a mighty fine wedding, after all, marrying a Wrick has its advantages, we don’t have to be measly on the expenditures
        Sam, a bit lost in circles, had acknowledged.

        Well, that had been fun after all, at least Al was thinking, he had not needed to deal with Becky’s own mood fluctuations. As the only Sumafi of the group, he had willingly taken care of the list of the guests, and all the catering orders, while Tina was taking care of the decoration (bride included), and Sam was arranging for the organization and rental of the places and hotels for the wedding and its slew of guests.

        Of course, as intimate Becky had first required the wedding to be, she had soon changed her mind, and had not resisted long the temptation to gather lots of people she had almost forgotten over the years.
        Al could almost see clear as day — now the weather had brighten up a bit — in his mind his notepad full of Becky’s recommendations:

        Becky’s family and friends
        Sam, Tina & Al (of course)
        Sabine Baina (mother) and Patel Mahapushtra, her new husband (a child’s toys mogul)
        Dan (father) and Dory (step-mother; might fear a trip to New Venice, you’ll have to use some extra coaxing with her)

        [long list of friends, snipped for reader’s comfort]

        Sean’s family and friends
        (mother deceased, father unwilling to come, pretexting his rheumatisms and not being able travel so far, but most likely unwilling to see Sean)
        Sean’s children, Perry and Guiny
        (aunt and cousin, Deirdre and Dorean Wrick) — Al’s update: they have unexpected guests coming back from Russia at their home, wonder if they could come? Becky: Sure!… Mmmm, Russia you said?

        Now, finding some great gift for someone as easily distracted as Becky, and as spoiled as Sean was another ball of wax…

        #719
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          Becky put the butter back in the fridge and noticed a large casserole dish covered with a cloth. She peered into the dish, wondering what it was.

          Oof! said Becky, wrinking her nose in distaste. It was leftovers of that ghastly reindeer stew that Elvira and Boris had contributed to the wedding feast, made with Al’s gruesome green bacon.

          It’s a miracle we didn’t all die of food poisoning, thought Becky. That batty old crone Elvira was too old to be trusted in a kitchen, anyway. 121 years old, and showing no signs of kicking the bucket yet. Bring back euthanasia, she thought wickedly.

          Oh I don’t mean it really, she said to herself (out loud, in case Tina was remotely viewing her again). I love Elvira really.

          #718
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            The rain started to pour down… Becky moaned and winced at each of the thunder strokes.

            Don’t worry, as they say in the bayou, “mariage pluvieux, mariage heureux”. (rainy wedding, merry marriage) Al said with a wink.
            Anyway, should be over for the vin d’honneur, he added hastily, hoping that the circus tent that was set up would be big enough to accommodate all the guests in case he’d be wrong…

            He didn’t even want to imagine what the Russian fluorescent bacon they had planned to serve for the toasts would look like drenched in rain…

            #1898
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              tjmarshall57: hahahaha as if it’s not bad enough with the weeding, now poor girl has blotches all over her face!
              tjmarshall57: wedding not weeding
              tjmarshall57: do russian wear velis?
              tjmarshall57: veils
              tjmarshall57: hhhm, blessing by a shaman, plaiting together of the couples hair….(is Becky still blad?)
              tjmarshall57: The biggest concern at the wedding is to have enough liquor. A Russian Wedding is an event where everybody must be drunk. No one will be surprised if people drink themselves to unconscious on the wedding – and many do.
              tjmarshall57: well, that will appeal to Sean
              tjmarshall57: You are probably surprised to find out that a Russian wedding lasts for 2 days!! (Well, at least. Some weddings last as long as a week, and this is something to be proud of and remember for years: it means the couple had enough liquor to go on and on, and enough devoted friends to stay.)
              tjmarshall57: The Russian church ceremony is colorful and solemn but the complete traditional ceremony is very long, and as guests and the couple have to stand during the ceremony (there are no benches in Russian churches at all; people must stand during all church services), faints are not rare.
              tjmarshall57: right, so a fair amount of fainting and drunkeness then
              tjmarshall57: Then the witnesses continue running the wedding, reading jokes and poems, and sometimes asking the new couple questions to make fun of them.
              tjmarshall57: Franci will you be my witness, you’d be perfect
              tjmarshall57: “Za molodykh!” (“For the newlywed!”)
              tjmarshall57: Traditionally money is considered as the best gift, and is given in an envelope. Some time after the beginning of the reception when people start to become drunk the witnesses will ask everybody to give their gifts and one of the witnesses will collect envelopes from the rest of the guests with a tray.
              tjmarshall57: Then people have time to dance. First dance is opened by the new couple. After the music starts, there is no exact script anymore, and witnesses can relax a little. They still occasionally announce a toast but do not entertain the guests with jokes and poems; guests by this time are already having lots of fun and are able to entertain themselves.

              Movements become quite hectic; some people go out “to refresh”, and at some moment in this movement the bride gets… “stolen”! She disappears, and when the groom starts looking for her, he is faced with a request for a ransom. Usually it’s his buddies who “steal” the bride. A more or less short wrangle about the amount, and he can have his new wife back. But he must watch out – the bride sometimes may be stolen a few times!

              tjmarshall57: right, so we have drunkeness, fainting, jokes, poems and insults, and theft and abduction
              tjmarshall57: Then there are the bride’s friends – they steal the bride’s shoe. The groom must pay ransom for the shoe too – the guests enjoy watching wrangles.
              tjmarshall57: Often guests leave the wedding in such a condition that they cannot remember what happened. If this was the case with the majority of guests, then the wedding was a huge success
              tjmarshall57: AHA! This is the key! I will write about it after the wedding, when nobody can remeber anything about it
              tjmarshall57: Day two of the wedding:After the meal the bride must “clean” the floor in the room. The fun part is that guests are allowed to mess as much as they want while she is cleaning
              tjmarshall57:
              tjmarshall57: another part for you!
              tjmarshall57: guests on a Russian wedding enjoy it much more than the newlywed couple who are all the time made fools of.
              tjmarshall57: The most popular period for wedding ceremonies in Russia was between the Christmas and Shrovetide (a week before the spring fast). This period was called the wedding period.
              tjmarshall57: well, the timing is right
              tjmarshall57: One of the many superstitions still prevailing among the peasant population of Russia is that, on the occasion of a marriage, the happiness of the newly-married couple is not assured unless the parents of the contracting parties are soaked with water from head to foot. When a marriage takes place in summer this is easily accomplished by ducking the fathers and mothers in the nearest river, but in winter they are laid on the ground and rolled in the snow.
              tjmarshall57: who are the parents?
              tjmarshall57: Among the Koraks of Siberia a young man seeks for a maiden with considerable dowry in the form of rein-deer
              tjmarshall57: oh, well we can have psychoactive reindeer pies, anyway
              tjmarshall57: Kovalevsky has well shown that many of the marriage customs of this country are survivals from a primitive and prehistoric age when the woman ruled the household and had more than one husband.
              tjmarshall57: hhmmmm
              tjmarshall57: it all points to a distant age when the matriarchal system prevailed, and the brother was his sister’s guardian. In Little Russia the brother’s sword is decked with the red berries of the rowan tree, red being the emblem of maidenhood.
              tjmarshall57: red fruit sync!
              tjmarshall57: no wonder I threw the cherries away!
              tjmarshall57: ahahahahha!
              franci_free: oh hrllo
              franci_free: goodness
              franci_free: will need to read back
              tjmarshall57: hahahah oh there you are
              franci_free: well what a complicated theme
              tjmarshall57: haahah well
              franci_free: you will have to write about the wedding
              tjmarshall57: the key to the whole thing is that everyone was so drunk that nobody can remeber any of it aftrwards
              franci_free: hahahah
              franci_free: great!
              tjmarshall57: thats my angle, I think
              franci_free:
              tjmarshall57: and s few things fit perfectly
              tjmarshall57: the red fruit
              tjmarshall57: the time of year
              tjmarshall57: the drunkeness, Sean will love that
              franci_free: the splotches?
              tjmarshall57: well, nobody will remeber that
              tjmarshall57: afterwards

              #2138

              In reply to: Story Timeline and Map

              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                [For legacy] A more complete view of the current set of data here

                I will reintegrate into the main layout (done), and complete the dataset, but I post it here so that you can play a bit with the various filters and maps…
                In the meantime, should you have any suggestion on the events to add, or locations to adjust, feel free to tell me…

                #2116

                In reply to: Snooteries

                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  May I suggest, Ms Balls (if you’ll pardon me butting in again, Snoot) Siberian Blue mud. I find it to be a far superior quality, not to mention a nicer colour. It will be a perfect match to the Blue Diamond.

                  There’s always a chance there may be some squashed musrooms in it, too.

                  T.L.M.B.

                  #2112

                  In reply to: Snooteries

                  F LoveF Love
                  Participant

                    :yahoo_rofl:

                    AHEM ……..

                    Dear Cutie Snootie (I take it this is how you like to be addressed?)

                    Thank you.

                    Yes …… :face-plain:

                    I am going to take my cleaning aspect to one side and tell it what you said. Free the flow of my back and neck! I will command it imperatively. Well, I think it was highly intuitive of you to know that THE KEY was my back and neck. You are fantastic Snoot. I FLOOOOOOOOVE and appreciate you and in doing thus I FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE and appreciate myself also, and thus the whole of the world and even Mabel.

                    I bought some red fruit today, I hope you are fully recovered.

                    sincerely and anonymously
                    A. N O N Y M O U S

                    #2110

                    In reply to: Snooteries

                    The SnootThe Snoot
                    Participant

                      Dear Ann Honey Moon,

                      I also had almost diarrhoea yesterday… I ate too much red fruits.
                      It is also connected so to speak to our cleaning aspects, we merely again ex-spell what mesh-room we don’t need in the manner that we also want the free flow to let go of our tensions in our neck and back. :-?
                      We all have a cleaning aspect… sometime it may be cleaned too… well.

                      The Cutie Snootie (mwooosh)

                      #2109

                      In reply to: Snooteries

                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        Dear Anonymouse,

                        I had a sudden intuition (if you’ll excuse me butting in here, Snoot) about the sudden stomach pains and diarrhoea, Flove. I also had a spell of that Macropsia or whatever it was recently, and I suspect imaginary mushroom poisoning.

                        You’ll be happy to know that the imaginary cure worked

                        T.L.M.B.

                        #2108

                        In reply to: Snooteries

                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          Dear Snoot,

                          I think Elias has the answer to the dead mouse incident:

                          “If you are experiencing joyfulness, happiness, a gift, you are receiving of this, you are experiencing this, and you allow this to fly away. You do not hold to it. Therefore, you view happiness or joyfulness as fleeting, for you merely view it for what it is – an experience – and you allow this experience to fly away. You do not hold to this experience. But if you are creating of what you believe to be a negative experience – a painful, a fearful, a hurtful experience – you hold to this. You play your game of your cat and mouse; and even as the mouse is dead, you continue to bat with the mouse and play and examine and toss about this dead mouse, for it fascinates you!

                          Within your logic, express to me: is it not logical that you would CHOOSE to be exploring elements that ARE unfamiliar to you, that you would choose to bat the dead mouse for it is unfamiliar?”

                          Regards,

                          The Logical Mouse Batter

                          #1895
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            I had no idea that Russian mushrooms would prove to be such an interesting subject…..

                            Vladimir Soloukhin:

                            While you are sorting out the mushrooms you recall each one, where you found it, how you first saw it, how it was growing beneath this bush or that tree. Once again you experience the pleasure of each discovery, particularly if they were rare and fortunate discoveries. Once again all the images of the mushroom forest drift through your mind, all the secluded wooded spots, where you are no longer, but where the dark firs still lour and the crimson-touched aspens speak their language in low breath.

                            #2105

                            In reply to: Snooteries

                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Dear Snoot,

                              Something else just happened on the same dog bed: Henry was sick on it. Is it because I haven’t been allowing my cleaning aspect enough?

                              And not only that, Snoot, it’s a Sick Sync: I woke up this morning with stomach pains and diarrhoea! Is it a release of the grey energy blockage?

                              Weak and Bafffled in West Barfland :yahoo_sick:

                              #2101

                              In reply to: Snooteries

                              F LoveF Love
                              Participant

                                Dear Snoot

                                How would you like us to address you?
                                Can we ask you anything at all, or do you specialise in certain areas?

                                Thanks in anticipation
                                ANONYMOUS

                                #1690

                                In reply to: Synchronicity

                                F LoveF Love
                                Participant

                                  Oxshift :yahoo_rofl:

                                  ahem, well for my latest synchs:

                                  I followed numberplate J533 into town this morning.

                                  Lemon synchs please see my previous comment well … i finally threw out the last of these lemons I had stored in my fridge yesterday, and thought fondly of the whole lemon synch thing. Then I noticed today that Tracy had posted the lemon tree song again in her ramblings thread. A short time later I picked up the local hawkes bay newspaper in order to peruse it, and saw that the whole front page was a picture of Noel Lucas (we don’t know him, I just include his name for accuracy) and a big heading A ZEST FOR THE BEST. Noel was holding up a lemon, which looked to be about as big as his head. It weighed 756gms.

                                  Apparently on Jan 12th there was a story of a 600gm lemon (unfortunately I missed this story .. as you can see our local newspaper is full of riveting news …) and now a lemon war has started as lemon growers vie for the biggest lemon.

                                  Noel has never fertilized his lemons and attributes it to climate changes. He has lived in the same house same house since 1983 and this is the biggest crop ever.

                                  Director of the Lemon marketing board believes the bumper crop is due to an “evolutionary leap.” hahahaha

                                  I think this is also a Nadia synch, biggest baby, biggest lemon… oh and also Hercules the biggest dog.

                                  #1688

                                  In reply to: Synchronicity

                                  Jib
                                  Participant

                                    I was speaking about syncs with agent Flove…

                                    eschraiel: did you see the sync with the dog?
                                    franci_free: am just reading your synch
                                    eschraiel: haha :D
                                    franci_free: i was thinking i had noticed dogs a bit yesterday
                                    eschraiel: wow interesting
                                    franci_free: firstly a little poodle outside the supermarket, we sat next to it for a while and petted it
                                    franci_free: i would not usually do that
                                    eschraiel: hehehe what’s apoodle?
                                    franci_free: and someone showed me a photo of a HUGE dog they had taken
                                    franci_free: hang on
                                    franci_free: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/images/gallery/poodle.jpg
                                    eschraiel: hahaha I got that :p http://www.cloggie.org/pictures/proggold/web_Alpaca%20Poodle.JPG
                                    eschraiel: it’s like a lama :p
                                    franci_free: oh wow
                                    eschraiel: yours is cuter ;))
                                    franci_free: well that is a llama synch too then
                                    eschraiel: really?
                                    franci_free: because yesterday i thought “my goodness what a lot of llamas i am hearing about” and ther is one across the road too
                                    franci_free: with the circus
                                    eschraiel: http://www.cloggie.org/proggold/2007/12/07/note-to-googlers-its-not-a-bloody-poodle/
                                    eschraiel: again a hoax apparently :p
                                    franci_free: ahahahaha
                                    eschraiel: I’m having a lot of hoax :-?
                                    eschraiel: is that a clue?
                                    eschraiel: it’s fun hoax though

                                    And so we decided to create a detective agency specialized in hoacsynchs… agent Flove and me as the Snoot

                                    Well Eric just told me that hoax is an ox so we can find a bluebull clue :-?
                                    We are specialized in blueOx!!!

                                    #708
                                    F LoveF Love
                                    Participant

                                      Finn knew what She was up to, even if Finn couldn’t remember what Her name was currently. She was trying to get all the remaining “570” comments.

                                      Fuck it said Finn, (with an evil laugh, just for added effect) 579 is mine, even if I have bugger all to say.

                                      #1891
                                      TracyTracy
                                      Participant

                                        Interesting development in the SM research: those who can’t afford the actual mushrooms can drink the urine of those who can and have done; SM’s have the unusual property of remaining unmetabolized by the body….or something…..

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