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  • #855
    TracyTracy
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      Becky waited anxiously for a reply from Luce and was quite weak with relief when a response came within the hour. It was short and sweet and simply said: Of course you can come and stay! What fun! Luce and Leah XX

      Her cold forgotten, Becky booked a flight to Marseille for the early hours of the following morning, and sent Luce an email with the flight details. Next, she trotted into the bedroom and pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and hurriedly packed, wrapping the YouDo doll up in a sarong.

      Now was the hard part, writing a note for Sean.

      #839

      Veranassessee stared anxiously out the window of the compound kitchen. The sky was grey and threatening. The weather forecast was predicting strong winds and high tides asTropical Cyclone Ycart headed towards the coast.

      She could hear an annoying high pitched chattering in the distance, Sha and Glor were clearly delighted to be reunited with their old friend. The other two new arrivals had declined all offers of hospitality and had slunk quietly to their room.

      In her hand was the little jar of black stuff Mahiliki had sent her in his latest parcel. “This is full of Vitamin B. It will do you good” the note attached had read. She rolled her eyes. Ever the romantic, she muttered to herself. She put her knife in the jar and tentatively licked the gooey concoction.

      TELE LEVU OULU COW!

      She spat the disgusting stuff out and looked around for something to try and rid her mouth of the dreadful taste. To her suprise she found a plate of honeycomb in the fridge. Although there were bee hives on the island, Dr Bronkelhampton had always insisted upon tending them himself, becoming quite agitated if anyone else went near them,. Lately his mental state had not predisposed him to doing much more than shutting himself away in his office.

      I wouldn’t touch that if I were you, Agent V, came a familiar voice behind her.

      #1784

      In reply to: Synchronicity

      F LoveF Love
      Participant

        I read this tonight on yahoo news:

        Earth gives off a relentless hum of countless notes completely imperceptible to the human ear, like a giant, exceptionally quiet symphony, but the origin of this sound remains a mystery. Now unexpected powerful tunes have been discovered in this hum. These new findings could shed light on the source of this enigma.

        more here on Earths Humming

        seem to have been many humming synchs the last few days

        #1754

        In reply to: Synchronicity

        TracyTracy
        Participant

          Have you :office: your :egg_wink: yet?

          I hope the :weather-clear: stays out and it doesn’t :weather-showers: for the holidays! It’s time for :bunny_head: to cast their magic :creating_magic: on :egg_wink: :egg_wink: :egg_wink: …don’t forget to take :video: and make :notepad: if you find a :search: put it in the :cluebox: or send it to the :news: for the whole :world:

          #1910
          TracyTracy
          Participant

            tjmarshall (3/6/2008 12:43): Here : Wrick!!!
            :notepad: Wyrick’s documented interests, besides mound exploration and surveying, included geo-magnetism, anomalous boulders, river terraces, beaver dams and sorghum processing. Wyrick is an archaeologist and had access to the site, he could easily place the stone in an area of his choosing and simply “discover” it the next day.
            (Newark Decalogue Stone)
            :yahoo_tongue:

            #787
            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              A draft suddenly went through the open window, rattling a pile of previously disarrayed papers that Finnley had neatly put on the desk, catching the office cleaner by surprise.
              (Albert is wondering now what is the gender of Finnley, but probably that has to do with his new exploration and isn’t very important. Al is agreeing with himself on using handy ellipsis)

              Finnley, perplexed by the thoughts having went in accompanying the rogue wind, closed the opened window. The air was decidedly more breathable, now the emanations of nicobeck were dispersed. Not to mention the trails of that magpie’s droppings. Finnley would gladly do with a bootle to roll them into a big ball.

              What was with the third-person talking anyway? Finnley was wondering… And who is Al? Finnley knew of a Haley, but no Al for sure…
              Surely that Tattler’s madness was contagious…

              Putting the papers back onto the desk of Mrs Tattler (yes, I think she’s a she this one), Finnley notices something that catches Finnley’s eye (“stop messing with my thoughts!” thinks Finnley)…

              … They were thus one of the first sentient races created by the Powers with limited awareness to populate the lands of Dooane (note: replace all previous occurrences of “Earth” with Dooane, and M’si with Moortuane). Uglings were dwarfish, a bit stout and let’s say plain ugly for most of them. But they inherited a keen mind and greatest forging skills.
              Uglings revered the Power known to them as the Goddess of the Earths, Margiloonia, as their resemblance with raw clay and unpolished rocks were for them the evidence of such lineage. Combining their craft, they created an exquisite cup in dedication to the Goddess. Huriol, the First Ugling King in these times of Legend was given the cup to care for.
              The Power known as Margiloonia upon seeing this offering of acknowledgment to her was very pleased and imbued the cup with transmootation powers which could be used by its true owner for healing, and some said, even to resurrect the flesh…

              A loud knock at the door drew Finnley out of the contemplation.

              Isn’t that vacooming done yet? I have a book to write! The stridulent voice of Elizabeth Tattler was asking behind the still closed door.

              #779

              When Leonora finished writing her blog posts and reading the latest Yurara Fameliki story updates, she strolled out onto the patio. Bea was talking in her sleep again, sprawled out on the sunbed.

              One hundred and eighty years hence,
              They sat and conversed on the fence.
              “We searched far and wide
              For what was inside.
              I am forced to admit we are dense.”

              Blimey, she’s connecting to that laughing monk again, Leonora noted, rolling her eyes. She sat down in an old wicker chair, and sipped her Rioja wine.

              #1722

              In reply to: Synchronicity

              TracyTracy
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                I googled Circle of Eights

                ***

                Give pairs seven post-its and ask the children to write down the main scenes. Take feedback and allow children to adjust/add to their post-its. Pairs then work on listing the scenes and sticking them in order. They should disregard any scenes that are not crucial, and just keep the key events.

                Agree with the class the basic key scenes. Demonstrate how to make a few notes about each scene to help with a retelling.

                In pairs, children make notes about each scene to help with retelling the tale. These should be kept to the barebones. In pairs, practice retelling the story, taking it in turns. Then put pairs together to retell their versions to another pair.

                ***

                If time allows, build this up to circles of eight.

                ***

                End the session by hearing several retellings. Encourage the children to evaluate between tellings, refining and improving their version.

                Explore ways of altering the retellings. Children decide to alter one aspect. They then retell the tale, with the alteration. Pairs should then move into fours
                and retell their new versions.

                ***
                Build up to circles of eight if time allows.

                ***
                The children recommend a version they have heard that is really effective. Listen to these, and as a class evaluate what makes an effective retelling. This enables more in-depth evaluation, especially by the storytellers themselves.

                #1905
                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  “The FBI believed that many New Left leaders had a weakness for spiritualist mumbo-jumbo, so a 1968 memo suggested mailing them anonymous cartoons such as the one pictured here (scroll down)

                  Subsequent mailings (from increasingly closer locations) could say “The Siberian Beetle is Black” or “The Siberian Beetle Can Talk.” Other proposed characters included “The Chinese Scorpion” and “The Egyptian Cobra”–anything with a sinister meaning open to mystical interpretation. According to FBI documents, the messages were intended to cause concern, mental anguish, suspicion, and distrust among their recipients.” –Brian Boling

                  “…..on another occasion, an agent noted the counterculture’s ‘‘yen for magic’‘ and proposed that the F.B.I. send carefully chosen targets a series of drawings with ‘‘mystical’‘ or ‘‘sinister’‘ overtones. His suggestions included a drawing of a beetle, which would be made all the more ‘‘sinister’‘ by its caption, ‘‘The Siberian Beetle Can Talk.’‘ In theory, the perplexed recipients’ efforts to interpret ‘‘the significance of the . . . message’‘ would paralyze them with ‘‘mental anguish.’‘ In fact, such missives proved more laughable than harmful.”

                  Beetle sync (with last nights Indian takeaway )……and a sync with my most recent comment about Elvira’s days as an investigator….

                  #760
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    Elvira eventually reached the 25th bush on the left at Nutley Park with a bag of assorted garments for the near naked Becky, but there was no sign of her. Elvira investigated the rain drenched foliage, and deduced correctly that the bush had recently been used as some kind of camoflage cover by a taller than average person, mixed race and probably naked.

                    Elvira chortled with delight; she had loved her days as a private investigator, all those years ago. Well, she said to herself, With a combination of forensic and physical clues, and telepathic and remote viewing skills, I’ll have Becky into some dry – and decent! – clothes in no time at all. Elvira stood quite still (in the torrential rain, which drew a few puzzled glances from the people rushing past), with her eyes closed and a happy contented smile hovering about her lips.

                    Elvira was connecting to Becky, but she was picking up diverse and nonsensical impressions. A moose running up a flight of stairs, a monk sitting in the road talking about a cup……

                    Pffft, said Elvira, no point in pushing it. Let’s have a look at the physical clues.

                    There was an obvious trail of flattened wet grass footprints which meandered, at an incongrously liesurely pace, Elvira noted, in a random higgledy-piggledly fashion between the bushes, and occasionally in circles.

                    Elvira set off along the trail with a spring in her sprightly old step and an aura of pleasant anticipation. She loved following a trail of clues! My, my, she said to herself, this is what I’ve been missing. Hhhmmm…..

                    #1713

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      :mouse: A rat/mouse sync with Tracy’s last comment
                      Got an email from my mum this morning calling me “the Rat” (an affectionate term coming from “library rat” as I was devouring books after books when I was a kid). Of course, it’s the Chinese rat year too :D
                      Another thing I found this morning on a random website was the name Smintheus (Σμίνθειος) an epithet of Apollo, sun god of the Greeks, possibly derived from the Smintha, a city near Troy, or from sminthos; the mouse (- exterminator/protector). :weather-clear:

                      ( ref ) [Footnote 7: An epithet derived from σμίνθος, the Phrygian name
                      for a mouse: either because Apollo had put an end to a plague
                      of mice among that people, or because a mouse was thought
                      emblematic of augury…]

                      #737

                      Finnley, you let me in right this mooment! commanded Elizabeth Tattler imperatively.

                      I am sorry, Ms Tattler, I am under strict instructions from Mr Arak that I am under no circumstances to let you in until this office has been cleaned. I will lose my job if I let you in.

                      Now there’s an idea! she thought, toying with the idea momentarily

                      Why that pompous, arrogant, supercilious proot ….. Elizabeth paused midflow to admire her vocabulary.

                      Finnley was quite enjoying the change of routine, and Ms Tattler’s office really was a treasure trove of interesting bits and pieces. The thick layer of dust, and were those magpie droppings? were a little off-putting mind-you. She plucked a book randomly from the shelf, and lifting the visor of her protective faceshield in order to see better, gently wiped the title clean. “I am Perfect Indeed” The author was some fellow named Erwin P Lemone who Finnley had never heard of. She picked another one, “Basic Flying Massage Techniques of the Ancient Kuzhebar, Book One for Beginners” by Jibberish E Shrale

                      Finnley, Elizabeth’s voice had taken on a wheedling tone from the other side of the door. Be a sweetie-pooh will you and put this note in my clooh-box. Finnley watched intrigued as a piece of paper inched its way under the locked door.

                      Sure Ms Tattler, where is the clooh-box?

                      On my office desk, next to the daily quotes. Don’t mess anything up Finnley dear, you be careful, I have very precious things in my office.

                      Finnley could not resist a peek but the scribbled words made no sense to her

                      Amanita muscaria intoxication typically produces macroopsia – Beckipooh?
                      13th gate and the 13th skull FEBRUPOOH 20TH 2008
                      The Snoot – who is he really?
                      supercilious proot! Arak Dr Bronkelhampton? ? ? ? WHAT IS PLAN B?????????

                      Her eyes fell on the daily quote for the day, that Lemone chappie again!

                      rainy wedding, merry marriage

                      She snorted derisively, He must be madder than Almad that Lemone, how silly! No wonder poor Ms Tattler seemed a bit mindblown sometimes if she reads stuff like that

                      #721
                      Jib
                      Participant

                        Sam decided to take some holidays.
                        He left a note to his friends and went to Australia.

                        #2118

                        In reply to: Snooteries

                        Jib
                        Participant

                          [The Snoot is currently away from this reality.]
                          [Please, leave an energy deposit after the non physical blip…]
                          :notepad:

                          #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…

                          #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!!!

                            #1893
                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Remember when I woke up one morning saying ‘The Midden Man”? No? Well, I’m just making a note of it here in case I want to peruse this later.

                              #1670

                              In reply to: Synchronicity

                              F LoveF Love
                              Participant

                                :yahoo_big_hug:

                                The other day .. yesterday … ? Raven’s name came up. Was it in relation to a dream of Sashi, Stasha, Sahahahahaha? … or something?

                                Well no matter, the point is that Tracy mentioned him. Well I didn’t know much about Raven, just that he made me laugh. There are a couple of jokes we had that stood out for me, and I am sorry Tracy … but I have to be honest …. one was the picture of Tracy with a sort of funny head thing on with baubles on it she sometimes posted as her avatar. And Raven put a note in my blog saying “should we tell Tracy she is wearing a doily on her head?” and this joke went on for some time because we both found it hysterically funny. Well I am not sure if Tracy did. :yahoo_worried: He often posted funny pictures as well, one of these I had swiped off his blog at one point because I liked it. (It was a funny road sign )

                                Well yesterday I had been thinking of Raven wondering where he had got to, and my sister sent me an email with an attachment of this same picture of RAven’s I had swiped. Then I went for a walk down the road and there was a woman with A DOILY ON HER HEAD! (It was a real doily, maybe she was trying to keep the sun from her head, I am not sure) anyway, thinking of Raven, I started laughing to myself, (quietly), and I swear I could sense Raven feeling delighted that I had got the joke.

                                Hope that all makes sense, it is quite early and I am having trouble waking today. :yahoo_yawn:

                                :yahoo_rose: a rose for the maligned doily

                                #1882
                                F LoveF Love
                                Participant

                                  Tracy: there is no righteously indignant icon
                                  Francie: yes, well if there were, i would use it!
                                  Tracy: I meant all
                                  Tracy: slip of the tongue
                                  Francie: oh well thats alright then, i am mollified
                                  Tracy: hahahahhahahahahahahha
                                  Tracy: maniacally
                                  Tracy: maybe I should change my name
                                  Francie: hahaah what to?
                                  Francie: molly, molly fried
                                  Tracy: Molly Baloney
                                  Francie: mollocks
                                  Francie: yes! do it
                                  Tracy: hahaha no
                                  Francie: no well seriously, what to?
                                  Tracy: I will be Molly Maloney and you be Betty Mollocks
                                  Francie: ahahhhaha
                                  Francie: doubt it
                                  Tracy: Baloney
                                  Tracy: not Maloney
                                  Francie: oh no i feel a new character coming on
                                  Francie: oh its okay, you can’t get in
                                  Francie: :yahoo_whew:
                                  Tracy: hahah would you please introduce them into the story under my name
                                  Francie: thats why!
                                  Tracy: Molly Boloney and Betty Mollocks
                                  Francie: you will just have to save it up
                                  Tracy: well I might forget it, just make a note of it for me, as if you were Becky jotting down a clue
                                  Francie: okay i will post it in random ramblings okay
                                  Tracy: ok, just paste this part of the chat as a comment
                                  Francie: hang on i will do it now
                                  Tracy: no, this chat part in story
                                  Francie: no i refuse
                                  Tracy: thank you dearest Franci. You may print that too
                                  Francie: I will do it in ramblings or nothing
                                  Tracy: ok
                                  Francie: take your pick
                                  Tracy: thanks
                                  Francie: ahahahahaha
                                  Tracy: ramblings
                                  Francie: okay hang on
                                  Tracy: you have got me by the balls, thats why
                                  Francie: it is quite rambly, i think it goes rather well
                                  Tracy: yes, you are right as usual
                                  Francie: where shall i do it to and from?
                                  Tracy: um
                                  Tracy: start there up til here
                                  Tracy: right here

                                  #1496
                                  ÉricÉric
                                  Keymaster

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                                    :notepad: I just added a slight enhancement, a member list tab (visible to the members), so that we can have an idea of who’s who :face-glasses:

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