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Cinnamon Moon writes: “Inspired by Lady Bunniful’s bunny pics, I made some of my own.”

“Physiognomy” (which rhymes, sort of, with “Frog? Nah, me.”) is a fancy word for face. Here, by popular request, is a thread whereon MuseBloggers can guess what other MBers look like.

As of today (Monday, July 2), we are halfway through 2007. No, it’s not an official holiday, but any excuse for a party, we say.

These posts from Part the Fourth give some preliminary details on the newest developments:

Let’s say there is a country in the middle of the Burnt Crust Wasteland (which is south of Museica and north of Muserland) that wants to conquer the Musiverse. On the days when people are feeling a little bit evil, they can release their impulses by becoming a leader of this country, and when they’re feeling good, they can be on the side of Muserland or Museica. So there will be an intermittent pie war, to keep us from getting bored, but not a constant, all-consuming one.

There are several regions in it.
Hottpincbunniland- The largest region, where the cute Bunnius nicegoodus is ruled by the tyrannical Bunnius evilus. The fact that the species look identical only confuses us more.
Tiffanlaneia- A place where Muse is banned, inhabited by gossip-mongering cell-phone zombies. Seventeen and People are the only magazines allowed.
Pellikokona- Ruled by an evil clone of Kokopelli, it is a wasteland filled with Pie Barbarians who pie not for fun, but out of cruelty.
These horrible countries form the Triple Alliance of Misery (TAM), which is constantly scheming to conquer Museica and Muserland.

Here are some maps of Muserland:

“Shirt” and “skirt” both derive from the same word. If that’s not sufficiently random, you’re certain to find something suitable on this thread. Continued from v. 2007.1.

WATERSHIP DOWN
(As abridged by Em: The Adventures of Hazel & Co.)

SPOILER WARNING!!!

Disclaimer
Watership Down Is an excellent book by Richard Addams! Go read! Now!
This abridgement is for people who have read the book, and so can appreciate it. It is written in the style of a script, as one would animate or draw in cartoon style, but is actually written to be read this way.

All of the wonderful characters are not duly represented in this work, especially Blackberry, Silver and Dandelion. All of the wonderful aspects of rabbit psychology are also not present, neither are Fiver’s weird visions, or any of the El-ahrairah stories, or the wonderful Lapine language. A lot of creative license has been taken with who said what, and other such small details.

PART 1: THE JOURNEY

Fiver: We’re all gonna die.

Hazel: Says who?

Fiver: Says me.

Thearah: Halloo?

Fiver: We’re all gonna die.

Thearah: That’s nice.

Fiver: No, I’m being serious. Bad things will happen to us.

Thearah: Maybe if I ignore them, they’ll go away.

Hazel: We’ll just have to leave by ourselves then.

Co.: Yay! We’re coming with you!

Captain Holly*: No you’re not! Badbadbad! No abandoning the warren for you!

Bigwig: Fightfightfight!

Hazel & Co.: Runrunrun!

Hazel & Co: Ohgoshlookit! River!

Hazel: Everybody swim!

Fiver & Pipkin: We are the weaklings. Fear us.

Hazel: Dang it, we can’t leave the weaklings behind, now can we?

Bigwig: Ohgoshlookit! Big scary dog! We’ll have to leave them!

Hazel: But we might need them later.

Blackberry: Being the smart bunny, I just came up with a clever plan.

Bigwig: I don’t understand it, therefore it won’t work.

Fiver: Being the psychic bunny, I do.

Bigwig: Ooooooh! It worked! You’re all so smart!

Hazel: Foreshadowing…

Hawbit, Speedwell & Acorn: We shall be jerks and rebel!

Bigwig: Badbadbad!

Hazel & Co.: Scary dark marshy place!

Fiver: Which of course means we shall have to cross it.

Co.: Darn.

Hazel: Do it anyway.

Hazel: Augh foggy…

Co.: Yeah, we made it! You are so smart, Hazel!

Fiver: Hello? Doesn’t anyone ever give me any credit?

Co.: Nice place, we shall stay here.

Fiver: No, we have to keep going.

Freakishly Weird Bunnies: We are freakishly weird and unnatural! Come be freakishly weird with us!

Hazel & Co.: Funfunfun!

Fiver: Argh! No! Runaway!

Hazel & Bigwig: No, you must come be weird with us.

Fiver: Darn.

Bigwig: Augh! Rabbit trap!

Freakishly Weird Bunnies: Oh yeah, and we forgot to mention that you might get killed unexpectedly at any moment. But it’s a small price to pay for our wonderful lifestyle.

Hazel & Co.: Runaway!

Fiver: Next time we listen to me.

Bigwig: Dead.

Hazel & Co.: No! Poor Bigwig!

Bigwig: Alive now.

Hazel & Co.: Yayness!

Hazel & Co.: Now we go.

Strawberry: I comes too.

End of Part One.

*The male rabbit captain of the Sandleford Owsla. Not the female elf captain of the LEP.

PAR TWO: ON WATERSHIP DOWN

Hazel: Well, we came all this way… I can’t read this, it’s all smudged…* blah blah… Okay, Now what do we do?

Fiver: We go up, of course.

Hazel: Up?

Fiver: Yes, up. It’s our destiny.

Hazel: But…

Fiver: JUST DO IT!!!!!

Hazel: Wowee. What a froody place!

Fiver: I told you so.

Hazel: Peoples! Dig a warren!

Co.: Digdigdig!

Co.: Chiz chiz! We shall live here forever and so will our prosperity and our young shall frolick and our does… Uh oh.

Fiver: Yup.

Co.: Alas! In our male stupidity we forgot the women!

Hazel: Ack! We so stoopid! Don’t worry, I have a plan!

Rabbit: Look Hazel, birdy!

Hazel: Quick, feed it!

Co.: Why?

Hazel: JUST DO IT!!!!!

Kehaar: (the bird) Me Kehaar, me helps you find mudders! *flies away*

Mysterious Voice: Zorn! Zorn! Zorn! All Zorn!

Bigwig: Scream, panic, and run helplessly around in circles!** It’s the Black Rabbit of Inle!

Bluebell: ‘Ello chaps!

Mysterious Voice: *reveals himself to be Capt Holly who we met in part 1* They all died!

Fiver: Big surprise.

Holly: It was!

Fiver: Well, I did try to warn you.

Kehaar: Big warren with lotsa mudders thataway, small farmhouse with hutch buns thataway.

Hazel: Righto, Holly, you take some bunnies and talk that other warren out of some does, ‘k?

Holly: You really think it will be that easy?

Hazel: Oh sure! I’m positive that all of these other pages detail our happy successful lives breeding and eating and frolicking etcetera.

Holly: Hokay. *leaves*

Hazel: And whilst they are gone, we will sit here and twiddle our thumbs… except that we don’t have thumbs! Aha!

Fiver: Oh no! I know what you’re thinking!

Hazel: You do?

Fiver: D’oh. I’n psychic.

Hazel: Oh yeah. Well anyways, I can’t look weak and lazy while the others are out saving our hides! We must go get those other bunnies!

Fiver:

Hazel: Let us go see about these hutch bunnies.

Hazel: Erm…kitty…doggie…hutch bunnies! Hello bunnies!

Hutch Buns: Um..ok.

Hazel: Come with us!

Hutch Buns: ‘K.

Car: ROOOOAAARRR!

Dandelion: Run!

Dude(human): Oh dang it! How did the bunnies get out?

Other Dude: Look woild ones!

Dude; *shoots hazel*

Hazel: Ouch.

Other Bunnies: Where’s Hazel?

Dandelion:…

Dandelion: He fell behind.

Co.:…

Co.: We’ll keep to the code.

*all go back with ¾ hutch buns, but the 4th was a buck, so he so he doesn’t matter*

Co: Hazel-

Fiver: Je sais***.

Holly&Co.: *come back, looking worse for wear. Everyone is generally depressed*

Fiver: *has a really strange vision*

Fiver: He was just resting!

Blackberry:

Meanwhile…

Holly; We went to the warren, they called themselves Efrafa, they were weird, they were probably a metaphor for some country or political ideal back in 1972, they didn’t like us, we barely escaped with our lives.

Blackberry: Hazel’s alive!

Co: W00T!!!

Fiver: And from now on, everyone shall listen to me when I say I have a bad feeling, capiche?

Hazel and Co: *meekly* Yes mother.

Hazel: 15 males and 2 females… yeah, this is gonna work real well. We need to go back to Efrafa.

Holly: Did you not just hear me?

Hazel: Don’t worry, you’re not coming. I have a plan. dunh dunh dunh…

Fiver: Hey, it’s mostly my plan!

Hazel: Shaddup, you’re ruining my dramatic moment.

End of Part Two

*Yesh, Em cannot read her notes
**©Ebethy
***Trans: ‘I know’

PART THREE: EFRAFA

Take a look before we upload it to CaféPress.

Note there have been some minor edits for clarity and space. Mostly, that means I cut out words that would be too tiny to read and removed solid black backgrounds because they didn’t harmonize well with the other signatures.

The above has been updated to include the corrected version of RtH’s signature and some minor rearrangements.

Everything is fair game: “The Lady or the Tiger?,” “The Monkey’s Paw,” Lord of the Flies, The Pearl. If a reading assignment annoyed you, take your revenge.

Includes drastically condensed versions of famous or popular books.

“Lord of the Pies” Round-Robin ‘Riting — a Muserly parody of “Lord of the Flies,” one of everybody’s least favorite required-reading assignments.

Now more than ever.

Continued from v. 2007.1.

No, we’re not taking Muse on the road like the Wiggles. But some of the Administrators have acted in plays from time to time, including a few when we were Muser-age. Pictures below.
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O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our soul’s as free
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limits to their sway-
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
Whose soul would sicken o’er the heaving wave;
Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
whom slumber soothes not – pleasure cannot please –
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
And danced in triumph o’er the waters wide,
The exulting sense – the pulse’s maddening play,
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
That for itself can woo the approaching fight,
And turn what some deem danger to delight….

— George Gordon, Lord Byron, after six threads worth of Ships’ Logs, as overcome as the rest of us

Continued from part 6.

We all could use a little peace and quiet — or a little piece of pie, for that matter. More adventures on the exoplanetary oasis, continued from (where else?) Part Five.

*Role-playing game, of course. By popular clamor.

We shudder to think where this will lead.

Continued from Riddles.

Oh, why not?

The history of this thread is a bit tangled, as is the numbering of previous MM threads. To see what has already been posted, go to

www.musefanpage.com/blog/?p=171 [Never mind.]
www.musefanpage.com/blog/?p=205
www.musefanpage.com/blog/?p=383
www.musefanpage.com/blog/?p=450
www.musefanpage.com/blog/?p=545

RRR = Round-Robin ‘Riting, as every MuseBlogger must know by now.

Continued from Part 1.

Continued from https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=793 .

Further adventures on the uncharted island.

Continued from Pie Isle, Part One.

By request. They’re probably the silliest thing we do on the blog–but, oh, well, why not?

In honor of his birth, the blog requests
That comments on this thread should be composed
In iambs, five per line — in other words,
Pentameter. (Don’t be afraid. It’s not
That hard. We’ll give some helpful hints below.)

An iamb is a pair of syllables,
One soft, one loud. It goes like this: ta-DAH!
Iambic words include po-LICE, ar-REST,
en-JOY, de-LIGHT, pa-RADE, a-LAS — got it?
Pentameter (pronounced “pen-TA-muh-tur”)
Means five of them are stuck together, thus:
Ta-DAH, ta-DAH, ta-DAH, ta-DAH, ta-DAH.
“De-NY thy FA-ther AND re-FUSE thy NAME,
Or IF thou WILT not, BE but SWORN my LOVE,
And I’LL no LONG-er BE a CAP-u-LET.”
(In practice, you’re allowed a little grace
To fudge the stresses. Some of Juliet’s
Strong “DAHs” are really weak. But that’s okay,
As long as all the syllables add up.)

An iamb, note, is not to be confused
With “DAH-da.” That’s a trochee. Trochees go
Like “CRU-el GA-pas TOR-ture BLOG-gers.” See?

Give it a try. It’s really not so hard,
Especially to anyone who has
An ear for music. Happy birthday, Will!

Requested by FrigidSymphony and Shadowkat.

The first draft of the first part of RRR 2007.2 is now complete.

The current version can be found here.