The Hare & Hedgepig: Vol. I, No. 1
Date: March 29, 2008
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness, The Musiverse
Thursday, 2 May 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Date: March 29, 2008
Categories: Nonrandom Craziness, The Musiverse
YAY! BUNNIES, BUNNIES, EVERYWHERE!
What a nice establishment! Hmmm. Everything looks so good! I think I shall have a small cup of the fresh peppermint tea with two Chorley cakes and jam (strawberry), please. I assume you have a full stock of back issues? May 2003, if you will. I can’t wait for everyone else to arrive so I can conduct a friendly conversation!
*gasp* wow that’s so cool!!
They’re wonderful pictures but I am somewhat confuzzled.
*leaves coconut cream pie and Quintifructian dueling rapier at the door*
*heads for the Gents’*
*exchanges ragged, wet privateer gear for formal naval uniform*
*returns and relaxes in comfy armchair*
I would like a Chai tea, with honey if possible.
So, this is the sequel to the Anti-Chatroom thread, hmm? Whatever happens on Tuesday will be an anticlimax.
I must say, the decor here is extremely picturesque. How long did you work on it, and which parts were Paul’s and which Rebecca’s?
Another question: Would the proprietors of this establishment be interested in a second property in the Commonwealth of Hydropastrica? I think that the colony on Zwyx would be an excellent location- plenty of fresh produce for the menu. I would suggest Canopolis, but as it floats on Qurtv’s Lake, the waves might disturb the patrons, and installing gyroscopes would incur unnecessary expense. Speaking of which, the Commonwealth government would pay for the new establishment. I think that fostering an attitude of Musery among the colonists is well worth the price.
Oh, wow! I didn’t even notice the Muses the first time I looked at it.
THAT PWNS.
*considers cake menu* Unfortunately, I am allergic to butter. Do you have Ghee (Clarified Butter)? I’m sure such a very Britannic place would have something from India…
um…what is this?
Ah, that’s nice tea! I agree with Mr. POSOC, the decor is extremely spiffy and flattering. I like the pillows; they are comfy as well as pretty. Are you OEADs serving as waiters, or do you have volunteers?
And who’s the chef? I’m assuming it’s Paul, as these delectable treats have a distinctive, delicious British taste.
Has anyone noticed that my dress blends in exactly to the couch? It’s the exact same of shimmery blue! Odd… but interesting!
POSOC, I like your uniform. It’s very becoming on you!
8- It seems to be a virtual tea room for those who like thoughtful conversation, as opposed to pointless posts. Also, pie throwing seems to be prohibited on the premises, more because it’s hard to clean up than anything else.
Its location is uncertain, as it seems to be at an intersection between Museica, Iceland and Earth. I’m betting it’s in the Oasis.
8 – Look carefully at the pillows and the painting.
WAIT A SECOND.
The GAPAs said that they were working on the Anti-Chatroom thing, but it was taking longer than expected because one graphic was taking a while to make. This picture certainly looks like it would take a while….
9- *bows* Thank you very much. That dress is rather becoming on you as well.
In case people are wondering, I’m sitting in the lavender-colored armchair. The top of it is just visible in the foreground.
A pleasure to see you, Mr. POSOC. Of course, we have ghee. We do our best to accommodate allergies and food preferences. Do you prefer wildflower, buckwheat, or clover honey?
10 – That seems to be appropriate. Is this by any chance part of your plan, or is it merely our dear GAPAs at work? (Man, using appropriately flowery language is hard) It makes one wonder what sorts of schemes are going to emerge in the next week. It seems destined to be a chaotic set of days.
13- Clover, please. What are Wung Buttons?
14- This was in no wise part of my plan. I now understand what the GAPAs meant when they said “better ideas may come along.”
But come, let’s not think of that now! Where is everybody sitting? I’d like to know the orientation of the other patrons in relation to myself.
*Sit’s down near POSOC*
I’ll have a *decaf* English Breakfast, and a cumber sandwich.
15 – I am sitting quote near you, in the general area of that lovely pillow with the image of Bo on it. Bo is not a properly flowery name, and seems quite a bit out of place in this current situation. Ah, well, for a Bo by any other name would still chew her cud.
Oh, and a scone. with jam.
Might I be able to indulge in as many cakes as you can provide, dear GAPAs? I am of the opinion that you can never have too much cake, despite how my mother has always informed me that it is precisely the opposite.
(19) Never fear, Ms. Meow, we do not impose limits on cake indulgence. But the breads are very good, too, and each one is delicately toasted on a fork over an open fire. Paul insisted on that.
(18) Did you want the traditional strawberry jam, Mr. TMFA? We have an extensive list of jam varieties if you prefer something more adventurous, including cloudberry, which is very popular in Iceland.
11-I have looked there, and I could see its extreme wonderfullness, but I fail to understand the precise point of this endeavour, besides making visitors immensely hungry when dinner will be served in about an hour.
20 – That sounds lovely, Madama Lasley. How kind of the GAPAs to ensure that everyone can get as much sugar as they desire. After all, sugar is the driving force in many of our bloggers lives, I dare to predict. And who couldn’t resist those lovely breads?
May I ask what Wung Buttons are? They sound delicious, but I want to make sure that they contain no actual wungs.
So, Kiki and Cat’s Meow are on the couch, and TMFA in the chair opposite me?
“Hmm. That sounds Good. Cloud Berry, Please.”
*Sips tea*
Good evening, POSOC, Cat’s Meow, and TMFA. It’s nice to see you here.
I’m sitting in the pinkish chair on the right. It’s very comfortable.
I’m not really hungry, so I’ll just have a ginger beer please.
I wonder how April Fool’s day will go on the blog. Any thoughts?
How delightful. *sits down on the blue armchair in the foreground* So difficult to decide with all those lovely options available, but I’ll simply have to go with the acorn and periwinkle tea and a chocolate eclair. What a delightful aroma is coming from the kitchens. Me, oh, my, I am so dreadfully impatient. I simply can’t wait to have a sip of that tea and indulge in a chocolaty delight.
Oh, dear me. I cannot spell at all these days.
Ms. Pun, it is my impression that this is a replacement for the legendary “Anti-Chatroom” thread, that has been longed for by many a Muser in recent days. I also am of the opinon that, whatever happens, April Fools day will be quite fascinating. I am also pleased that, as I am on Spring Break, I will get to revel in the inevitably intriguing events for the entire day. Although, I suppose whether that is a good thing or a bad thing shall be revealed to us within mere days.
(23) No need to worry. No one at the Hare & Hedgepig would dream of harming a wung. (Confidentially, I’ve heard they taste nasty, anyway.) The name refers only to the general appearance of the pastry, which some people liken to wungs. “Buttons” actually refer to the sprinkles, but over the years, the name stuck to the dainty itself. Though the derivation, the recipe, with sprinkles or without — all inspire the usual sorts of arguments that accompany heritage foods.
29- Fascinating. I believe I shall order two Wung Buttons. With ghee and cloudberry jam.
“well, I feel the bunnies will not come back.”
*Rebbecca Brings My Scone.*
“Hello, Lady Bunniful. May you tell me Why It is the hedgePIG not the hedgeHOG?
Are there any secret passages in the Hare and Hedgepig? All the ornate lamps, big paintings and paneled walls would seem to suggest it.
I love wugs!
Excuse my outburst. And yes, I did mean WUGS, not wungs. Wungs, it seems, are creatures that are a mixture of wings on a butterfly and rungs on a ladder, and wugs are simply blobs with eyes and sometimes ant feet that stare at you until you feel guilty you had not painted them a mouth. Wugs figured in the MUSE issue with the unreasonable hate letter.
32- I believe that “hedgepig” is/was used instead of “hedgehog” in certain areas of Britain, possibly including Swinford.
31 – Are you referring to April Fools day, or in general? It is my personal fear that if the coneys were eradicated completely, never to return, we would face some rather dull days here on the blog. Think of all the hours we have spent roleplaying about bunnies, from Neon Green to Hot Pink, and devising elaborate schemes to make stop their so-called torment of us. Well, I for one, make this declaration: If they do nothing else, the bunnies unite the bloggers against a common goal.
Except, of course, for rouges like me, who wholeheartedly support the bunnies and their causes, whatever they may be.
Ah, here I go, rambling about nothing again. Dear me.
34- May I direct you to the Wungs thread
Dear me! More postings have appeared while I was busy jotting down my thoughts. What an animated conversation.
Sir POSOC, it certainly engages the imagination with the thought of hidden passageways. Such a lovely room must have some secret, or else it would be not have been chosen to host this gathering.
NerdAndProudOfIt, which issue of Muse was that? Was that by any chance the one on communication, because I seem to recall something about Wugs being featured in that issue.
36-” April Fools. Oh, No, They’ll be back. they’ll be back…”
Now, Then, I need a refill.
Who is Lady Bunniful, May I ask? I am aware it is she who does the amazing random thread pictures, but I do not know who, in reality, she is.
*enters and seats self on an armchair that’s not actually in the image, but off to the right*
Why hello there dears, how nice to see you. I shall have an english breakfast tea and a cream cheese and chives sandwich. Oh, and mind it’s on whole wheat bread, dear, I simply can’t stand that ghastly white flour so many people eat these days.
This coming April Fool’s day will be my first on the Muse blog, I’m simply trembling with anticipation!
Hypatia dear, how have you been?
“Do you know What Bunnies hate the most? Wungs. I know it. they didn’t reopen the wung thread.”
41-“April fools is cool. 2006=pie war
2007=HPB take over
2008=???
“Can we take about the oasis locations? Here and the Oasis Mirage, yes, but Were else? are they like the portals to Ethetere? on ever continent? or what?”
This looks like a wonderfully fantastic place. I think the Chinese Gunpowder tea (if that’s what it says? It’s a bit small…) looks quite interesting, but I think for now I’ll just stick with Fresh Peppermint.
The cucumber sandwich sounds delicious as well. Ooh! I just figured out how to magnify the menu! *utter brilliance*
Real muffins, not those American Cake Things. That’s hilarious. I’m definitely adding it to my favorite quotes book :D.
(32, 35) Mr. POSOC is correct. I recently interviewed a hedgepig about a job opening. Unfortunately, I interrupted her nap, which didn’t put her in the best of moods.
*walks in*
What a charming place! Ah! My friends! *takes seat near POSOC, Meow, Kiki, UP, Pan, TMFA and others*
*admires menu* Let’s see…. I will have a cup of Russian Caravan – that sounds intriguing – and a Welsh cake.
This is a delightful little establishment. It’s perfectly amazing.
my best freinds pet iis a hedgehog…….
i didnt even need ti wear gloves hen i held him because spike new me so well he wouldnt prick me… hes dead now though and the new one is smelly
sigh.
45- Aaawww…
(33, 38) I will neither confirm nor deny the existence of secret passageways. Though I will go as far as to say we are but a stone’s throw from Muse Academy…I think that speaks for itself.
For some reason, I imagine Musers gathering to the Hare and Hedgepig in times of danger. I have a mental picture of terse little groups sipping mint tea and discussing strategy.
Well, Sir POSOC, that would make sense, considering the proximity to Muse Academy. Surely the students need somewhere to go in between classes!
This promises to be an incredibly popular thread. I’m not sure if its current purpose is that which the GAPAs intended it to be, though. It seems as though they created it to be another anti-chatroom, but it has now evolved into a complex and multifaceted section of the Musiverse. Of course, this is a good thing.
I’ll probably remain here for a few more minutes, then leave for the night. Maybe I’ll stay at He Sleep as a Marmot, or crash at a dorm in Muse Academy. Or I might even return to the real world…
*thinks*
Nah.
ALL YOUR TEAROOM ARE BELONG TO US.
There are features of the H&H that you can’t see in the picture. For example, off to the right there’s a picture window with a lovely ocean view. And be sure to ask Rebecca about the piano.
(52) Do you want to pack a few sandwiches for the road?
43- Oasis locations: I think the Oasis doesn’t exist in any one particular place, but is formed where worlds- real and imaginary- overlap.
However, there are certain places where it is possible to enter it. I think there’s one in Museica (probably in Kokopelli Province, as there’s a Museica street in the capital) and one in Iceland (possibly accessible by secret passage from Muse Academy.) Then there’s the Oasis Mirage. So we know there’s one in the Arizona Desert.
I don’t know of any others. Ideas?
54- Why, certainly. I’ll be leaving in a moment. I guess I’ll take two egg-and-cress, two ham and English mustard, and two smoked salmon and lettuce.
How much is the bill?
(53) Ah, Robert, I didn’t see you come in. I’ve saved some scones for you.
(56) Those are on the house. For an old comrade of the seas.
Wonderful! I’ve been craving scones and clotted cream all week. If there’s cloudberry jam from our friends across the strait, my joy will be complete.
57- My heartfelt thanks.
This place is far cozier than the random thread. With the random thread, it’s like one of those unpleasant parties where you wander around a big, echoey room with sparse furnishing and try to find someone you know, or failing that, somewhere to sit down. This thread is like a virtual Kokonvention in the nineteenth-century British Commonwealth- quaint, picturesque and immensely enjoyable.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I must be going. It was wonderful talking with all of you, and the food was excellent. You’ll be seeing me here on the morrow. Good night, all!
The kitchen here’s incredible, by the way.
*pulls open the door to the walk-in refrigerator*
50- Indeed. Perhaps I will incorporate that into a fanfiction… *sips tea thoughtfully*
59- I agree, although I do not quite share your opinion of the random thread – anymore. I used to look at it that way, but now I enjoy it. Not as much as this, though. It’s delightful and serves amazing tea.
Tea! Cakes! Sandwhiches! Woohoo! *samples everything*
Good evening. I would like a cucumber sandwich , a cream soda,and a chocolate eclair , please . Thank you . Lovely evening isn’t it ? I’m Alice’s sister .
13 – I assume that means that you can also serve Kosher food that doesn’t resemble an airplane meal?
59 – I agree wholeheartedly. I myself do not even frequent the random thread anymore, except perhaps when there are only a few comments at the begining of the month. This is partially because most people who post there post after I’ve gone to bed (the curse of living in a different time zone) and partially because there are just too many posts to keep up with.
I am still not quite sure what this place is, but it seems very enjoyable. I shall see thee all anon.
41- Why, absolutely spiffing, of course. Tumsymonster, how are you?
So nice to see so many Musebloggers gathered around a cozy table. *drinks and eats* Delightful.
Rebecca, tell us about the piano!
For breakfast this morning, I think I shall have a real muffin, and fresh peppermint tea. Yum!
*Enters the tea house dressed in a flowing green spring gown* Did I overdress? Dearie me, I do hope I don’t appear too formal.*sits daintily* Oh, waitor? Might I be served a Lady Grey accented with a mint leaf? And possibly a slice of sponge cake, that ougt to do all the better.
Hello there, dear chaps. I do know I’ve been gone a while,but I hope that I might still be able to join the conversational exchanges at this fine establishment.What a delight that it is so near to the academy. A lovely gathering place for us Musers, eh?
You certainly are right, Alice. This is so cozy, much more th
Oh, dear, I am sorry! Computer malfunctioning and all that drabble.Where was I? Ah, yes.You certainly are right, Alice. This is so cozy, much more thought through than all of the random threads, pieced together so willy-nilly. I’d much prefer to spend my time here than at the academy library. I wonder, if it only had rooms to rent I would stay longer. But a nice tea, book and chat seems all in order.
That is delectible tea, might I say! Exceptionally brewed. Might I inquire as to whom the proprietors are? They certainly deserve a good handshake.
Good morning, chaps! *strolls in and peruses menu*
I’ll have an English Breakfast Tea and some crumpets with lime marmalade.
*settles onto a footstool*
*stares out the picture window at the ocean*
May I please have a muffin (obviously not a cake-type-muffin) and some fresh peppermint tea?
And, yes I would like to hear about the piano.
Good morning, all! What a pleasant morning. This seems to be the perfect place to spend a good breakfast. Hello, POSOC!
I think I shall just have a cup of the Jasmine tea with a spot of sugar, please.
I like the fact that the Hare and the Hedgepig is straddling all the dimensions. I’ve, in fact, just arrived from the lake territories to check up on Firestar! And before that, I was sleeping, but after I left this wonderful place last night I was in Foo.
Speaking of Foo, Mr. POSOC, have you finished the Eyes of the Want? Because I certainly haven’t. I’m on Chapter Two. Since you’re the only person I know on the blog to have read the series (Remember you were Clover on the Muse RPG?) I’d love to have a discussion about it with you while I sip my tea.
Oh, I’m still sitting on the couch. I think it shall be “my spot”, if that’s permitted.
What a delightful place! Pity I didn’t come yesterday. *sits down near the piano* A cup of fresh peppermint tea and a chocolate éclair please.
*munches crumpets and sips tea*
I say, this marmalade is excellent. Sweet and tangy.
72- Delightful to see you, Allegra. I did finish the Eyes of the Want and thought it was quite good. The ending contains an unbelievable twist. However, there are a lot of loose ends which I hope the author eventually ties up.
I have a theory that Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler is also Obert Skye.
Well, I must be going, but I’ll certainly be back for afternoon tea. See you all later!
(66, 71) I can’t even remember when I acquired the piano. Sometime during my Muser-age years. I liked to daydream about having a coffee shop, just a little nook of a place, with a simple menu that changed from day to day. It had space for only a handful of tables, close together so you couldn’t help but get into conversations with the people around you, though there’d be a couple of spots reserved for those who wished to dine in relative solitude. Of course, the patrons would mostly be regulars who’d come to talk passionately about poetry and aesthetics and life and dreams….
The piano was key. It was an aging upright of uncertain lineage — perhaps it had lived in an old frontier saloon or theater. Certainly it showed signs of wear, but devoted care kept it in good shape and though purists might complain it sounded more dance hall than concert hall, it stayed in perfect tune.
The piano waited by the wall for anyone who wanted to come in and play, whether to perform a classical solo, improvise a jazz tune, or inspire the other diners to gather round and sing Broadway songs. After closing, I could sit at the bench myself and channel the moods and thoughts of the day through the act of banging on the keys, with or without singing along.
In later years, when I took up painting, my coffee house morphed into an arts and crafts studio, with a section set aside for a shop. Though I no longer had time to keep up the restaurant aspect, I always kept tea, coffee, and baked goods on hand. The piano came with me, of course, and served the same purposes as before.
I suppose it’s odd that someone who thinks of herself as having a mostly reclusive nature should create so many gathering places in her head. Then again, I feel most comfortable in those settings that don’t require one to talk unless the mood strikes, and the piano serves as a perfect bridge between solitude and the kind of companionship that rests easy on the soul.
So naturally, when we started putting the tea room together, the piano had to come with me, whether or not it conformed to tea-room propriety. I admit, however, I was relieved when Paul informed me that a piano was “absolutely correct.” He added “I take it you’re intending to engage a hare or a hedgepig to play it?” Well, you saw the results of my attempt to interview a hedgepig — anyway, I think they tend to specialize in bagpipes.
Oh, goodness, there I go rambling on like an old lady in her dotage, when I need to be tending to business. Does anyone’s tea need refreshing?
(64) groundhog22, nothing at the Hare & Hedgepig vaguely resembles airline food. Certainly not the kosher food, which is most excellent. I will say it is quite the advantage to have a tea room between dimensions, allowing an infinite amount of space for specialty kitchens without taking up any additional room.
The piano sounds delightful, Lady Bunniful. As does the coffe/tea shop.
Hello everyone, I must say I am delighted to see this thread. If there’s a place for me to sit, I would quite enjoy a cup of tea.
Oh, Sir Paul, have you ever had chrysanthemum tea? I had it in China, it’s quite good. Boiled chrysanthemum heads with a bit of sugar, I quite liked it. I haven’t had more than a sip of english type teas, so I’ll have some Earl Grey now. I don’t think I’ve ever had it properly…
*comes in* *sits down* Hmm. May I please have a cup of English Breakfast tea and a scone?
72- Foo? I imagine it’s somehow related to “Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo”? Perhaps they are even the same thing?
My, I’m slow. At any rate, I saw that in a book store once. Is it good?
75- Oh, dear! Is Obert Skye the author? It certainly does sound like a pen name. And I did dislike the Series of Unfortunate Events.
76- Good-bye!
78- Ah, but your ramblings are always fascinating.
Yes, I do like this better than the random thread. I just went there and it seemed quite chilly.
Could you pass me some of that China green tea? *empties cup* And some muffins? *inhales many muffins* And maybe some Teacakes? *consumes copious amounts of cakes* Ooo, those chocolate éclairs look delightful… *devours several éclairs* I haven’t had crumpets for a while… *wolfs down crumpets* May I have some of that jello–er, Seville orange marmalade? *ingests marmalade* Ah, scones! I need to try some of those. *scoffs scones* Oh, cream soda! I love cream soda! *swallows soda* Is it all right if I have all those sandwhiches? *attacks sandwhiches* Jam! Yum! *stuffs jam in mouth* Mmm, more tea! I’ll need to sample some of it. *takes cups of English Breakfast tea and Afternoon tea and Darjeeling tea and Earl Grey tea and Peppermint tea and Keeman tea and Ceylon tea and China White tea and China Gunpowder tea and Chai tea and Jasmine tea and Rose Congon tea and Nepalese tea and Lady Grey tea and Nilgiri tea and chugs them all down* *wipes face with napkin*
Good morning, dear MuseBlogger friends. As I stated on the Random Thread, I have been up since 5 in the morning and have already participated in 2 indoor soccer games. I am glad to stop in at the Hare & Hedgepig before I set out again, although I wish I could stay longer. My father and I are going to see a movie, so I must depart in a short while. In the meantime, might I have one of these real muffins I’ve heard so much about? Please and thank you!
(80) Alice, back during the hubbub of mid-February, we GAPAs were trying to think of how to create a more comfortable environment for those who craved it, a thread that would suggest “coziness and a relaxed, but civilized ambiance.” I said “I keep thinking back to that night that Alice talked about MB as a room with a fireplace and we all started imagining ourselves there.”
The only thing that came to mind was a tea room…and that’s how it began.
(81) Well, I’m glad you used the napkin.
*Drinks Tea*
The Hare and Hedgepig reminds me ever so much of that lovely place in Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks.
Accompanying me is my lovely associate Elanor Wung, who is delighted to be a part of imaginary Reality again. ((I figure that since the two Etheterre people are here, they’ll appreciate Elanor’s presence. Of course, she’s no Elanor Wing, but she’ll do. :D))
Teatime is generally not most commonly 1330 hours, but it is undoubtedly only the time difference that confuses me so.
My Wung friend is currently hovering beside my head, and I am asking her to move a bit lower, as it distracts me to see a floating object resting beside my ear.
If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I shall make a right pig of me and order quite a number of things. Firstly, I shall ask for two chocolate eclairs, as I am so fond of them. I shall also request a wee cup of ooh, let’s see, so many from which to choose – I shall begin with a bit of China gunpowder. I had quite a bit more in mind, but so as not to make myself sick that will be all for today.
(85) Not to worry, Ms. AoH. The clock at the H&H always says teatime.
83- Haha, that’s what I thought of when I saw this thread.
85- Why, hello, Ms. Wung. Delighted to make your acquaintance.
For a mid-afternoon snack, I think I’ll have some acorn and periwinkle tea.
I brought my Spanish book with me, so I can study grammar as I drink.
The piano music is just delightful, is that what I see in the upper right side of the picture? It looks like a grand piano, and you were describing an upright.
87 – Ms. Elanor Wung greets you kindly while urging you to use her forename. She feels her surname is to common to understand which Wung to whom you speak.
I nearly forgot to ask Elanor if she would like a spot of tea! What horrid manners I have. She would like a bit of Ginseng, if you hold such tea, (If you do not she would like a simple Jasmine) and a proper muffin with butter and cloudberry. She is wondering what sort of a container the tearoom uses for the jasmine tea – is it an English teamug or is it a [translated from Wung]”one of those wee ceramic bowls used in those traditional Asian restaurants with those decorations that please me ever so much”?
Awesome! It’s so cute!
‘Ello. I’m back.
Good afternoon, friendly patrons of The Hare and Hedgepig. It is wonderful to see everyone again. Yes, I believe I will try the fresh peppermint tea; it sounds delightful. Thank you very much. *sits down in armchair* Oh, who is playing the piano? It’s very nice, Pachebel’s Canon, if I am not mistaken.
91- Good day.
I believe I will have two cucumber sandwiches and a cup of peppermint tea.
Would everyone like to hear some amazing news? The Sea Roc RRR is nearly finished! Unless kiwimuncher or Meow object, of course, when they come back, it’s finished NOW! And soon we will begin the editing, which is exceedingly fun, to me at any rate. I’m extremely excited and can think of nothing else, although the feeling of having finished an RRR is nothing new to me, I have never written such a great deal of the ending.
What dishes do you recommend, Lady Bunniful?
93- Now you know how I felt at the end of Etheterre and Terraformed.
95- Yeah. It’s great. And I thought I was happy when Terraformed ended…
Good Show Chaps! Let’s Just hope Alice’s Computer doesn’t blow!
New one?
Some help on 2007.4?
(89) We’ve been collecting tea things from around the world, including English and Asian porcelain, tea glasses and holders, wungware, as well as senchawan and chawan of various classifications. Some are museum quality. Which would Ms. Elanor prefer?
(88) Always a pleasure to see you, Ms. Panda. That’s an old melodeon in the back corner. It plays rather wheezily, I admit — not surprising, as it sat in my grandmother’s parlor for ages and seldom was played. But I’m fond of it all the same. My piano is off to the left, near the entrance.
In the antechamber you will find a selection of musical instruments of different eras. Since so many MBers are musicians, we wanted to be prepared should the mood strike for an impromptu performance.
Hello again! I am glad to be returning to this relaxing venue after a harrowing three hours of Sunday school.
75- No, I really don’t think he is. If he was, then Mr. Skye’s books would be published through the same house as the Series of Unfortunate Events. And it isn’t. It’s Shadow Mountain, and SoUE is HarperCollins. I really don’t think Mr. Handler would go to such trouble to disguise his new identity.
Ah! What a lovely music room! That lute is in prime condition. *strums* And in tune, too! Thank you, Lady B! Hmmm. Whatever shall I play? Oh look, you have sheet music! How convenient and kind! Ah, let’s see. Greensleeves! Perfect. And I know the words, too. Anyone can join in if you wish.
*walks in*
Ah, lovely establishment, this is. A fresh peppermint tea, if you please.
Is there any more room for me to sit on the couch?
99- Good point.
*picks up recorder and plays Greensleeves*
100- Sure! *moves over* *plays Greensleeves on violin*
*sings*
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me out discourteously,
When I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
Who but my Lady Greensleeves?
*applauds Kiki, POSOC, and Alice*
Last time I sang that with a lute was at a party for Virginia Dare’s 398th birthday. Also the one and only occasion on which I had opportunity to play the virginals and dance a pavane.
But this is even better.
*applauds*
99- In that case, I shall look at reading them immediately! Not that I need more books to read! I’m currently reading Maddigan’s Fantasia and The Book Thief, both of which are simply enormous! And I have The New Policeman waiting for me at the library, as well. It looks intriguing.
103- *applauds Lady B., POSOC, and Kiki* That was lovely.
I really do think I’d like to become an editor. POSOC, Kiki, TMFA, Meow – would you mind helping me to completely re-edit Terraformed, fixing all the horribly wrong science? It distresses me greatly.
*joins festivities and plays Greensleeves on the piano*
Rebecca – I think the piano could be fixed up a bit, with an experienced person. Do you think Chad is up to the job?*
*munches on teacakes*
(106) Hmm. Don’t get me wrong, I think the world of Chad, bless his heart. It’s just that I wonder what his definition of “fixing it up a bit” might entail. After what he did to my dishwasher…I still can’t open the refrigerator door without unplugging the toaster first.
But sure, if you think it best. Though if you wouldn’t mind, um, could you kind of keep an eye on him?
105- Sure, I’d love to. I screamed when somebody wrote about visible neutrinos. Join you later.
Ooh, the Hare and Hedgepig is sticky!
*tosses sandwiches, marmalade, and various cakes into mouth* *washes down with ginger beer and cream soda* Excuse me for my *chomp* atrocious table manners, but I just *chomp* love European food! *scoffs muffin*
(109) Yes, it’s sticky, but it won’t change with the monthly threads. Even on MuseBlog, the H&H is in its own dimension.
108- Back then I didn’t know anything about science, and my thoughts were sort of like:
Oh, E2MB and Canix know what they’re talking about, so I’ll just supply the fiction. Of course, neither of you knew everything, so it came out all wrong. I’d be embarrassed to read it at this point.
111- I’m so glad! The H&H is like the random thread only a thousand times better and snugger.
112 and others- I could probably help you with scientific facts…
113- Ooh, excellent!
What thread will we be on? The Edit, or Part 5? I vote The Edit.
Wow, this thread moves fast. It also appears to have turned into a RRR Discussion thread. Dear me!
112 about 111 – I totally agree! Way better because there’s food.
Ms. Elanor would greatly prefer the wee ceramic bowls, with blue decorations if possible. And does the H&H hold ginseng? She does not mean to be rude, she asks because though ghee was not on the menu, it still managed to find its way into the pantry of the lovely tearoom. She was wondering if ginseng, her favorite, had made its way there as well.
(116) A difference between private or family-owned establishments and chains is there are usually off-the-menu options if one thinks to ask.
Indeed we do have some ginseng tucked away for emergencies — and will be sure to keep it in stock in anticipation of future visits from Ms. Elanor.
And blue decorations it will be. Coming right up.
Well, well!
Welcome, one and all, to our new establishment. It seems it is already popular. So many of you have taken refuge here from the common tribulations of your lives that I fear we shall need more tables.
Fear not! Lady Bunniful has drawn only the cosiest corner, where lounging is permitted. For persons of a more formal bent, rest assured that over by the windows, there are good, large, round oaken tables, spread with finest Irish linen, upon which may conveniently be spread a cornucopia of comestibles, and a proper tea service. All bone china, of course, unless you prefer a silver teapot with a knitted hedgepig cosy. Be warned, though. The oaken chairs are straight-backed, and you must match them by adopting a proper posture and engaging in polite conversation. I have decreed that the phrase “sit up straight, dear, and stop fidgetting” may be used by anyone wishing to criticise anything uncouth that appears on this thread.
Now, to business. Chrysanthemum tea was an unforgiveable oversight, and it will be added to our list forthwith. Please don’t worry if it’s not on the card. Just ask for it.
I am currently in discussion with Lady Bunniful reagrding use of the piano. Clearly, anyone with pianistic skill is welcome to play on it, but I have suggested that for special occasions, we should engage a palm court trio. I would welcome suggestions for repertoire. I favour Mendelssohn myself. He’s safe, and not too intrusive. A little Boccherini, perhaps, if we wish to be exotic. Lady Bunniful informs me that aspidistras are on order, but the delivery time is shocking. Perhaps we should simply be profligate and order a real palm.
Once again, welcome, dears. I shall drop in as often as I can to see how well the place is frequented, and to make sure the service is up to scratch.
post 40?
Many people are saying where they are….I am sitting on the lampshade closest to the viewer, perched (and balanced) ideally.
I wonder – should we light a fire in the grate, and provide a full set of irons, so that particularly fussy persons may toast their own muffins and crumpets to their exact requirments?
I’ll have…..some mango darjeeling tea with…blackberry muffins!
takes seat next to POSOC, Alice, Meow, and iİ !,
“mmm… this tea is dee-lishus! ah, hand over the muffins there!
i always crave muffins…mmmm…they’re good too…”
121 – That sounds splendid, Sir Baker! How nice of you to drop by and see how we are all doing.
121- Oh! certainly.
119, 40 – She is an alter ego, an idea, an epitome. She is beautiful, bountiful and incomplete without the definite article.
We need more muffins. I KNEW you’d all wolf the muffins. They go so nicely with anything jammy. I shall send post-haste to the muffin farm tomorrow.
I do so hate modernisms, but I think we should stock ginseng. It does seem to have caught on rather. What say you, Lady Bunniful?
126 – I second that remark. Muffins are delicious, in any form. Well, almost any. Although I have never tried one, something tells me a water-filled muffin might be difficult to devour without getting its contents on my lap.
Sit up straight, dear Paul Baker, and stop fidgeting! From posts 125 to 127 nobody posted in between your 3, and, though I hate to say it, when the PoPoPo shows up they may find it necessary to confiscate some virtual choklit from you. It’s not that the posts were pointless. Nay, quite the opposite. Lady Bunniful, muffins, and ginseng are truly valuable subjects to be discussing at at the Hare & Hedgepig. But surely you could cram all three concepts into one post!
Muffins! Muffins!
Everyone loves ’em
Everyone hogs ’em,
People who eat them soon become stuffins
How wonderful they aren’t made out of puffins!
hee hee.
(127) I think we can allow a few concessions, especially to accommodate such a charming and estimable patron as Ms. Elanor Wung.
And thank thee kindly, Mr. Baker, for your graciousness of comment 125. *blushes delicately*
125-oh, thanks…..that explains EVERYTHING, of course…………
131 – The comments were richly deserved, my lady. Do you know if Ms. Elanor is related to the Hertfordshire Wungs?
132 – Glad to be of help.
Hello everyone, I hope I’m not too late. Is there a place where I could put my sweater? Oh thank you.
Well, this is such a beautiful little place, I’ll just find a seat here.
Ah, the dandelion and burdock sounds interesting, and a cucumber sandwich, yes, that sounds lovely. Thanks ever so much!
129 – Hindsight tells me, my dear, that I could indeed have concatenated my disparate utterances into a convenient composite. However, that presupposes a prodigious administrative capacity within my mental faculties, which I assure you I lack. Almost entirely.
And I AM sitting up straight, thank you.
135 – Ah, Midnight Fiddler! Do you play any Mendelssohn, by any chance?
135- Oh, hello, Midnight Fiddler. How, pray tell, are you?
*remembers to sit up straight*
My dears, I must, alas, to bed. I have just seen the time, which is an hour later than this time yester even, because at this time of year, they mess around so with the clocks.
I shall retire delighted in the resounding success of our new venture. The Hare and Hedgepig – open at last! If I might tentatively venture an Americanism –
Yay!
There.
137~ I don’t know any pieces right now, but if you could direct me to some music I’d be willing to learn. I am learning some charming pieces though, but more in the rusit style than one might expect here.
138~ Very well, and yourself? I’m just back from a symphony concert, actually.
139~ Oh, so soon? Well, good night to you, perhaps next time I’ll have the pleasure of your company when I stop in. Until then, all the best!
DEAREST MUSEBLOGGERS:
You are all cordially invited to a party aboard the Sea Roc thread. (https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1213) Cat’s Meow, Alice, and kiwimuncher are proud to announce the completion of The Sea Roc Round Robin ‘Riting, and we would like to celebrate this grand occassion with as many MuseBloggers as possible.
We are having The Hare & Hedgepig cater our party, so you will be given the same wonderful food you can enjoy here.
We hope you will all come and celebrate this marvolous accomplishment with us!
Sincerely,
Cat’s Meow, Alice, and kiwimuncher
Oh. We’re doing it on the Sea Roc thread. I thought we were doing it here! We have to set up everything for visitors! *Runs to tidy up for guests*
142~ Well, I don;t ever join in the RRRs, they always get a bit out of hand for me to keep up with, but success to your party, I’m sure it will be lovely. I may stop in for a moment on my way though.
143 – My apologies, I thought that was clear. I will be along in a moment.
139 – Pardon me, but I must inquire – are there any other GAPAs on the blog right now, or shall we be left in the darkness that comes of non-moderation?
144 – You can still come to the party, even if you did not participate in the RRR at all! In fact, we hope you will, or it would be boring with just Alice, kiwimuncher, and I.
146~ Oh, all right, go check your thread! Although I imagine it would be quite difficult to have a boring anything with even onle MBers, more than that is impossible for boringness!
147 – True, true. Very true indeed.
(145) At least two of us are on duty tonight.
(129) Ms. Meow, your vigilance is an example to us all. But just as we make concessions to modernism and American tastes on the one hand, on the other we are happy to indulge Mr. Baker’s idiosyncrasies in exchange for the pleasure of his presence.
(139) Good night, then, Mr. Baker. We hope your tentative, brief, but ultimately successful venture into Americanism did not cause you any permanent damage.
149 – Very good, very good! ;D
149-150) You guys can come and get some refreshments too if you like…… We have a TON!
Goodnight everyone, I’m off to do other real-life things.
Have a wonderful party for the completion of your story, my most sincere congratulations!.
Paul Baker – I know a good many Mendelssohn songs (piano), though most of them are quite melancholy, and that certainly isn’t the atmosphere of The Hare & Hedgepig. I’ll find a happy one to learn this summer. In the meantime, is Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu and Debussy’s La fille aux cheveux de lin okay?
Hello, all. I just visited Terraformed, and I believe we will have to completely re-write it.
On another topic, I’m famished. I’ll have a large ginger beer, two sandwiches (one ham-English mustard, one smoked salmon-lettuce) and a thick slice of bara brith.
I envision the Oasis as a cross between a huge mall and an M. C. Escher painting.
*sigh* Oh it’s so nice to drop in again, after that horrid health paper I just compleated. “Work at Identifying the purposes of your life and write a life mission statement highlighting the meaning and purposes behind your life.” Honestly, it is not a fair thing to spring on a lady the day before her week away from schooling begins, especially if she is going to be away for most of it. This is such a nicer atmosphere than my classroom.
*sits down in arm chair in relief*
Oh, and I am delighted to see chrysanthemum tea has been added to the list. I would quite enjoy a cup, please. *sips* And I have correctly spelled that word on the first time all three times I’ve mentioned it, I am proud to say.
I think I’ll have some weak Roasted Dandelion Root & Nettle tea to finish off the evening. *sips*
Also, a recommendation: moving this thread above the “Don’t Forget These Threads!” sticky. It’s a very long thread, and takes awhile to scroll past, and this thread seems a bit higher on the list. No offense to the DFTT thread, of course!
Well, I just finished my tee, so I think I’ll curl up on the couch for the night. See you in the morning!
157- How horrid. My heartfelt sympathies.
You know, I think a cup of jasmine tea would be just the thing to ease me into a pleasant night. Might I have one? And then, well, I don’t wish to indulge in a chocolate debauchery (not that such a thing could ever take place in this respectable establishment) so I think I’ll confine myself to a simple toast. Wonderful. As to the intelligent and polite conversation, I’m afraid that’ll have to wait a bit, atleast until I get my nourishment. My mind is simply worn out by the day’s exercise.
*sips daintily at tea*
*munches delicately on toast*
Ah, I feel entirely rejuvenated.
*sits regally on armchair*
Right, the conversation. Well, to begin with, allow me to offer you my heartfelt congratulations on the completion of the Sea Roc.
As to Terraformed, in my pre-posting days, when I wandered lonely through the blog, reading posts, I had occasion to read the final draft and I don’t despair of it at all. In fact, I was uncommonly fond of it. I’d be happy to help in the editing if I might be permitted.
Might we have a wee poetry recitation to wile away the time? It seems fitting for such a civilized cafe.
Right, well I must to my sleep but I eagerly await the morn when I may rejoin the happy crowd in the Hare and the Hedgepig.
Poetry recitation sounds like it would be delightful. I’m afraid that I must soon go to real-world dinner (would that I could subsist on virtual food!) but I will return as soon as I can.
*stuffs food into mouth faster then he can swallow* Mmmff! *slows down* *swallows* *gasps* *stuffs food into mouth again*
Re: (162)
*rehearses Heimlich maneuver just in case*
*eats everything on table* *is still hungry ravenous* *notices pile of crumpets on nearby table* *leaps* *lands headfirst onto plate*
I’m back. *finishes bara brith and sips last dregs of ginger beer*
Now for a nice, pleasant conversation.
*moves to avoid ¡Ã߀ƒ!’s rampage (Sit up and stop fidgeting!)*
*sits down on black couch directly beneath painting*
Something tells me this thread has disintigrated from pleasant conversation to almost a roleplaying thread…
*plate cracks on impact* *manages to eat scones before he falls to the floor with a thud*
Cat’s Meow, I think the thread is bound to be rife with both roleplaying and conversation. Would you like another muffin, by the way?
155- I quite agree.
159- Oh, please do.
CLASS-A PROTECTER ANNUAL BRUCHEON
“Hello, Prailius. Good day, Alice. Yes, madam, I have a reservation with Asima Bakr… thank you.”
“Good day, Asima, Avinash. I assume the others will be here shortly. Ah, there’s Beavo now. Oh, oui madamoiselle, i would like four cups of China gunpowder- what? Of course I can drink four at once! Madam, do you know who I am?? I shall speak to the manager of this!”
I sigh. Asima pats me on the arm and tells me to relax.
Alas I seem to be joining an already settled party. Well since I seem to have noone to sit with, I will scarf my chocolate eclairs in the small dark corner beyond the painting, where noone will mind me being there. sigh
172-Don’t dream of it, zoe means life. I too, seem to have made my entrance at an inopportune moment when the festivities have commenced, but, this being a respectable establishment on this the most respectable of blogs, fear not.
*goes to sit in the dark corner* and I’ll be the first.
I have a horrible virus at the moment, and so as not to infect the other guests with such an illness I will be leaving the party at this time. Ms. Elanor, however, will remain hovering and sipping her delicious ginseng. It would be greatly appreciated if any person having been taught the intricate language of Wung as well as English (Ms. Alice or Mr. POSOC, perhaps? – it is so similar to the language of the Xixins we know so well) would be so kind as to translate for the learned lady Elanor, as she has yet to learn our tongue. Otherwise she would see fit to depart the lovely high tea as well.
This seems so vulgar even to suggest, but I thought to mention it before I go – has anyone thought to enjoy a simple hand of cards? I know it may be difficult, and as it seems such an American “backstreet” thing to do, especially for such a proper tea, however it came to mind and there’s no stopping my thoughts from flowing, I suppose. Farewell and I hope we shall meet again at the Hare and Hedgepig.
*calls to Hypatia and zoe* Come join us!
172, 173 – What do you think this is, some sort of warped soap opera? It’s an endless cushioned bench – sit down, neophytes!
What IS the Hare and the Hedgepig anyway?
It’s a tea room just a short stroll from Muse Academy (which, as everyone knows, is on a lava island off the southern coast of Iceland). It provides a more-formal, higher-calorie alternative to the common rooms in MA’s four student houses and to the all-house student lounge.
154 – I think Chopin and Debussy would be eminently acceptable. I could even countenance a little Joplin on occasions, provided it’s not overdone.
174 – Queen Elizabeth played cards. I don’t see why it should be regarded as vulgar, provided we don’t descend to gambling. Unless you care to gamble for sugar lumps. One demerara equals five white.
We really need a house deck, though, with Hare and Hedgepig backs. Given the amount of work The Lady Bunniful has done in creating and decorating this establishment, I hardly like to suggest it. Perhaps one of you would care to design our cards? Fronts as well as backs, if you like. We have no need to be bound by convention. I have a vision of hares as clubs, hedgepigs as diamonds …. and that’s as far as my limited imagination takes me, but I’m sure the patrons of this august establishment can expand the idea a little.
The student lounge at Muse Academy, of course, is well equipped with board games, including Wungs and Ladders and Musopoly.
(180) That would leave roses for hearts and herons for spades, I believe, to round out the four MA houses.
180, 182- I’ll help design it!
The King will be Chad, and the Queen will be Urania. Then Kokopelli can be the Joker. I’m not sure about the Jack, though… It could be any other Muse. Pwt, maybe?
183- Aeiou
184- That works. Then we have to design the backs of the cards…put HPBs on them, maybe?
I think I’ll take a English Breakfast and some crumpets. I have been somewhere which is just like this charming little place, except bigger. My mom was going to make me wear a skirt, but I slipped out and wore jeans and a tee-shirt. Oh, and I almost forgot, some cucumber sandwiches, don’t forget the cucumber sandwiches!
78 – Ah! Wonderful! I’ll have some warm scones spread with a generous layer of nutella then.
I’d also be happy to help design the cards. I’ve just discovered that my school has some fairly advanced graphic design programs in one of its computer labs. I have jumped in with enthusiasm, and have become somewhat proficient in Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator, as well as addicted to creating things using said programs.
I would love to draw my vision of the deck of cards. I don’t have any graphics designing programs, although every saturday I can use the computers at the college where my brother has his violin lesson. Those computers have every graphics program ever. And, hehe, they are not technically for non-music related things at that time, or for someone who just walks in. But people do that anyway.
To pass the time, I’ll be working on that now.
174- I would be happy to translate.
And I might send in my version of the deck at some point, but it would be a daunting challenge for a GIMP neophyte like me.
I saw a deck of cards recent with a different artist’s painting on the front of each one, with the suits worked in. It was quite interesting.
*sighs and leans back in chair, sipping jasmine tea*
I am so tired of everything right now… nice to relax…
Ah! As soon as I enter, I find myself overwhelmed with a graphics request for a deck of House cards! Of course I shall take upon the challenge.
Seeing as it is soon to be dinnertime for me, I will not gorge myself on the delicious treats we have offered here. Instead, I will delicately sip a cup of the newly-offered ginseng tea and compose the cards.
105- I may, but seeing as I must do my homework at this point, it may have to wait until later.
*moves from dark corner* Why, thank you!
I’d be only to happy to help with cards if I posessed even the most moderate skill with any image program. As my skill is naught, I must confine myself to cheering you erudite scholars on.
Go those of you who make the cards! *cheers enthusiastically*
Since, other than POSOC, I have seen no comment about the acceptability of a poetry recitation, I think I will start an impromptu one.
*clears throat*
By Wallace Stevens,
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
I’m awfully fond of that poem. You can pretend you never heard it if you aren’t. Cheerio for now.
192- I love poetry recitation. Let’s see if I can remember any. Hmm.
Sadly, I cannot. I will be forced to brush up on my Walter de la Mare and then return.
No espresso? -is rather obtrusively American-
I’d love some peppermint tea, if you please…
194 – Good heavens, child! The Hare and Hedgepig is a tearoom, not a common coffee shop. I fear you must look elsewhere for your preferred beverage. But peppermint is an excellent choice. Might I recommend a plain pikelet, without jam, to complement it? The English butter, I think, with just a hint of salt. And perhaps a slice of battenberg to follow?
i’ll take a large gingerbread latte.
Sorry, ZVX: No lattes in this tea room. If you wait a little while, though, I’m sure it won’t be long before Starbucks discovers this little rock we’re on.
dangit.
Might I have a wung button please? And some fresh peppermint tea? Thanks awfully.
Oh, and as a frequenter of this cafe, I faithfully promise that if Starbucks dares to intrude on our happy little gathering place I will personally take up arms against them!
157) Wow. Poor Jadestone. You need a muffin don’t you? Here, it’s on me.
197- NO! No Starbucks.
*stocks up on spike pies to hurl at Starbucks, just in case*
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Hypatia, thanks for reciting that Wallace Stevens poem. I’ve never read it but now I’m a fan too.
Of course, part of the charm was in your bold yet nuanced delivery.
And everything seems a bit more wonderful while sipping lapsang souchong tea and snacking on chocolate eclairs.
Hmm. That was a quite serious poem. Perhaps I’ll recite something lighter to balance it out.
The Hunting of the Snark, by Lewis Carroll- First Fit
“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
“Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What i tell you three times is true.”
The crew was complete: it included a Boots–
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods–
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes–
And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share–
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,
Though none of the sailors knew how.
There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pairs of boots–but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.
He would answer to “Hi!” or to any loud cry,
Such as “Fry me!” or “Fritter my wig!”
To “What-you-may-call-um!” or “What-was-his-name!”
But especially “Thing-um-a-jig!”
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,”
And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”
“His form in ungainly–his intellect small–”
(So the Bellman would often remark)
“But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark.”
He would joke with hyenas, returning their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
“Just to keep up its spirits,” he said.
He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late–
And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad–
He could only bake Bridecake–for which, I may state,
No materials were to be had.
The last of the crew needs especial remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea–but, that one being “Snark,”
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared,
When the ship had been sailing a week,
He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared,
And was almost too frightened to speak:
But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone,
There was only one Beaver on board;
And that was a tame one he had of his own,
Whose death would be deeply deplored.
The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark,
Protested, with tears in its eyes,
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark
Could atone for that dismal surprise!
It strongly advised that the Butcher should be
Conveyed in a separate ship:
But the Bellman declared that would never agree
With the plans he had made for the trip:
Navigation was always a difficult art,
Though with only one ship and one bell:
And he feared he must really decline, for his part,
Undertaking another as well.
The Beaver’s best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat–
So the Baker advised it– and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:
This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
Poetry recitation? Hmmm…
Once upon a midnight dreaery
While I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I pondered, nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping
As if someone gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door
“Tis some late visitor entreating entrance” I said
“Only this and nothing more”
Anybody else want to continue?
202- Starbucks is a hydra. as soon as one go out of business, nine more open.
202- Now, now. The Hare and the Hedgepig is not a repository for weapons. We must always be prepared to take up the offensive against big bad corporations, but I think we should stay true to the rules and deposit our pies outside (though I agree that we should stock up out there).
Meanwhile, would anyone care to indulge in some polite and pointless (but mostly harmless) conversation with me.
“How do you do, Priscilla”
“Why, I’m simply fantastic, my dear Marjorie.”
“And how is Nurse Flopson? Is she taking good care of Little Jane. Petunia tells me she did an excellent job of rearing James.”
“She’s been simply marvelous. ANd how is your Charles, that sweet little scholar?”
“Couldn’t be better. ANd he asks after your Robert so frequently. We really must arrange a tea.”
“Robert would be delighted. And I have some friends who have so longed to meet you. Might I bring them?”
“But, my dear, of course.”
*pants*
Politeness is difficult to keep up over a long span of time.
*giggles delicately*
Oh, dear, I just registered the frequent mention of cucumber sandwiches and it did so remind me of that first scene in “The Importance of Being Earnest” about their being no cucumbers to be had, not even for ready money (even though they in fact ate all of them). Well, cheerio for now.
203- Why thank you. It is always charming to perform for such a cultured audience. But really, you exaggerate the merit of my delivery. It was all in the poem.
Wow. That’s really cool. *is late*
204 and 205- What spiffing poems. On the subject of Lewis Caroll, I simply adore the Walrus and the Carpenter. Right, 205. Only too delighted to comply with your request.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.
*is guilty*
I used to now a wee fragment of that by heart but alas, my memory failed me and I resorted to Google. I also love Annabel Lee (if we’re on the subject of morbid poetry).
Huzzah for poetry of which I will post more later. Cheerio!
207- The Importance of Being Earnest! What a simply splendid little play.
I shall now recite The Listeners, by Walter de la Mare, my favorite poet.
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champ’d the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Lean’d over and look’d into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplex’d and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirr’d and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starr’d and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
’Tell them I came, and no one answer’d,
’That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
I’m afraid I cheated slightly in the last post. I was trying to do it from memory and glancing at the poem when I forgot something, but in the end company came and I just copied and pasted.
What do the proprietors recommend tonight? I would like to try something new.
Ooh, “The Listeners.” I love that poem.
Has anyone considered the logistical problems of playing cards? How, exactly, would we find out what our hands are?
214- Yes, it’s one of my favorites.
And that’s a good point about the cards. Hmm.
I believe I will have a Wung button and a cup of Lady Grey tea.
*crawls out of her damp corner to go join Alice*
phew – it was getting rather cramped. I think I would like 3 chocolate eclairs, a Wung Button and a pot of Earl Grey – I’ve had a long hard day
My goodness. This thread is at the top of the page. All the March threads have disappeared.
Tomorrow… we will discover something momentous.
217- Yeah. It’s tomorrow. The Blog has been taken over by Disney. *shudders* I preferred the HPBs, honestly. The didn’t play music when you opened a thread.
*fulfills POSOC’s prediction in post 50*
May I please order 2 russian caravans please??? And maybe 1 more chocolate eclaire. Oh and could you please rush the Russian Caravan – I must get some to IBCF before he passes out from all that zipping around on the Disney, DAPAs and April Fools Threads. he is probably getting very dehydrated and dehydration is ver bad for ones complexion.
Just a question – for us Muse Acadamy South it is a rather long journey to get here. May I suggest you provide means f transportation – my poor feet are rather tired from walking all the way to off Iceland from NZ
219 – If the proprietors agree to have something which will stick out like the proverbial sore thumb in their tearoom, I’d be happy to provide a teleportation device.
218) I know. I had to turn off my sound. It was driving me insane.
I have school today and therefore won’t be able to discuss nefarious plans until around six MMB time. Dang it. But I’ll be back.
The thing is, all the other threads are still open, so we really needn’t discuss any nefarious plans at all. We can just sit back and enjoy the show from the comfort and safety of the H&H. May I have a cup of Chinese Gunpowder tea, please?
I am still feeling ill, however I must disclose a bit of information before I leave the tearoom once again. I have finished a few example cards on a few sheets of lined paper, and when my mother returns home with her laptop I shall scan the pages in and send the images over immediately to the DAPAs. I suggested many things in my own hand, mentioning the Italian cards with no numbers. I thought they had no face cards, but I guess they do. You’ll have to wait and see what else I said.
Oh and I totally butchered 3 house sort of representatives, leaving only Spector House safe. Of course, I hope I wouldn’t fully kill a simple rose. That would be sad.
222- yeah, this is alot better then last year.
Also, The SSSS thread is very Funny with the and not the HPB.
I appear as a ghost and am not really here.
Would the owners mind stocking a bit of Swiss cheese? I enjoy Jarlsberg sandwiches ever so much. Now that I search it, the only cheese that appears on your menu is cream cheese, which is not a proper hard cheese. I suppose hard cheese isn’t always considered traditional teatime fare, but I love it all the same, and it would truly thrill me to find it on the menu.
Lady Bunniful, I would so love to see thy impression of the seemingly bottomless Hare and Hedgepig pantry. If thou or Master Paul would feel so inclined to present a drawing or photograph whenever you have the chance to produce such an image, I would be most, er, delighted?
what the heck happened to the blog?????!!!! Disney invasion?
GAPAs, please explain this!
118 – Ooh, tomorrow’s my birthday, and it’s agrrrfishi’s 5K day. And it’s a wednesday, in the middle of the American week. And it’s Hans Christian Anderson’s 203rd birth anniversary, too!
*wikipedias April 2 in hopes that she’ll get more reasons to celebrate*
2 other things that happened on April 2nd of sometime:
Juan Ponce de Leon makes it to Florida
Thomas Jefferson is born, but not by our years. Hehe. so not really.
And lots of other stuff that isn’t so pleasant or didn’t seem very importantand so I’m not mentioning it.
And it’s International Children’s Book Day!
You can’t ask for more reason to celebrate than that. Let’s get a Scottish folk music group to come to the Hare and Hedgepig! Paul’s Diabolus, perhaps? Please?
226- It’s April Fool’s Day! isn’t this funny!
Smile or I’ll kill you. (Tomorrow that will be a HPB, so It’s funnyer today)
I’ve just drifted by in my small sailboat. A small but sturdy craft she is, the Indesmirchable. I’ll be setting off for my port on the far side of the island soon, but thank you so much, whoever was so thoughtful to install a nice little pier by the sea. It’s great for taking a stroll on, or tying up one’s boat.
227- Oh, that’s jolly. My birthday’s right around the corner too, on the 10th, but I would be delighted to join in a song & dance. Or as Mr. Shakespeare would have said, “Let us get out the Tongs and the Bones!”
I’ll be working on my own version of the house cards, but I absolutely would love to collaborate with you. I’ve got a plan for the backs.
129 – Oh, do explain – mine’s pretty crappy. And I just drew it, so obviously if it becomes one of the finals, it will be only the design, not the actual image. Which isn’t original, I’ll tell you that.
If only I had Photoshop…
Oh dear, my toffee’s burning.
230 – Toffee???
What are you saying, is not an HPB? I see it as one.
That’s because your browser is living in the past (i.e., it has a lot of old images stored away for quicker loading). If you clear its cache, you’ll see what we see.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This… this is beyond anything….
First, I want to let you know that this was NOT my plan. My plan was a lot less scary.
*steels self to explore rest of disneyblog*
*pulls self together*
Give me a chai tea and three wung buttons, and if you have disneyfied the tea room as well, I will break the “no pies” rule! I’m sure you will understand once we un-brainwash you.
Oh, no. Please tell me this isn’t called the TeaKi Room…
(233) Well, it was less perky anyway! We hope you don’t mind, we were simply, um, overcome by forces beyond our control.
(234) I will say only that there are advantages to being between dimensions.
232 – Ah. I see now. Thank you!
Can I have something strong to drink, please? Like, say, root beer or arsenic please?
233 – You’ll have to admit, though, it’s better than BunnyBlog, if only because the other threads are still open and you CAN explore the rest of DisneyBlog.
I see the mouse now. And I shall not pay any attention to it. And I also think that smilies should be frowned upon at the Hare and the Hedgepig. It’s too… formal for smilies, in my opinion.
I’m in the mood for a Victorian sponge cake. With butter, if you will.
I think I need a chamomile tea to calm my shaking nerves.
I know just the right poetic line (Robert Browning) for tomorrow but I’m too impatient to wait so here goes now.
“God’s in his Heaven-
All’s Right with the world.”
The Muse-ified version
“The hpb’s are back at Museblog-
All’s right with the world.”
(239) We happen to have some exceptionally fine Egyptian chamomile today. I’ve had ten cups already.
240 – Yes, I’d like some too, please. Better than arsenic, at any rate!
235- I don’t mind. Believe me, I know what it’s like to unwillingly channel an evil force.
(241) Tastier, and much better for your health.
240-That sounds like just the thing! I’ll take two, for now. No doubt, I’ll soon be needing more.
243 – Thank you. *looks doubtfully at small cup* I may need five more of these. *gulp* Ah. Much better… *faints*
*drinks*
My mental condition just underwent a vast improvement.
I’ll have a mint tea, please.
231 – Yeah, I was making it in real life for my friends at lunch tomorrow. But then I went upstairs and did stuff, then came down and posted, then started to smell burning. Hehe.
238 – Are you saying that I shouldn’t be allowed to smile at the H&H? I have no other way of showing my facial expressions.
I’m feeling fine now, and I’m thinking it’s okay to come back to the tearoom. I’ll now show how hungry I am after all that sleeping and order quite a bit.
If you please, I would like a cup of ginseng and one of lady grey tea, 2 cucumber sandwiches, one egg and cress (simply to delight myself in trying to say “watercress sandwich” in a British accent), one cream cheese and chives sandwich, one smoked salmon and lettuce (with cream cheese as well, if you don’t mind), and one ham and mustard sandwich. That will be all for sandwiches, but if you don’t mind I would like two Victoria sponge cakes, one of each Eccles, Chorley, and Welsh cakes, and a wung button. And why not a scone, no butter just jam (may I have apricot jam instead of strawberry?), a chocolate eclair, and a muffin with lemon marmalade? That would be lovely, thank you.
Oh dear, I seem to have made quite a glutton of myself. That’s fifteen items, which is quite a bit, indeed. I don’t know if I could finish all that in any case. I wish to expel a few items so as not to seem too piggy. I shall dismiss the Chorley cake, one cucumber sandwich, the cream cheese and chives sandwich, the ham and mustard sandwich, the chocolate eclair, and the scone. And as muffins can be so large, instead may I simply have a bit of sandwich bread, toasted and spread with lemon marmalade? That would be lovely.
Does the H&H carry lemon curd? I do love lemon curd. In fact, I have what seems to be a lovely recipe for lemon curd. It seems as though it would be fairly creamy, however, which is not to my liking, but as it is a simple mixing process, I don’t see why I couldn’t adjust the recipe to make the lemon curd less creamy.
247 – Since we are between dimensions, we should be safe here. I will have a mint tea, please, GAPAs – and I dearly hope that as we are in a secure location we can call you GAPAs instead of DAPAs.
As you can tell by my name, I (Cat’s Meow, in case you can’t tell) am currently undercover under the name of Mouse’s Squeak. I hope to gain the trust of the ursurpers and, in time, find the secret to turning the blog back to normal.
Any other ideas?
I am going to begin a Resistance Movement, the objective of which is to remove the usurpers from the blog. Are there any like-minded fellow bloggers out there?
..I’ll join the Resistance Movement. Death does not go well with Disney-brand happiness (and in my experience, love doesn’t either. As for life, I don’t know.)
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
Make sure there is a period early in your post so our posts cannot be read by anyone affiliated with Disney.
I will join the Resistance Movement as well.
Good evening, patrons. I do apologise for the indecent haste of this quick visit, but several inconvenient people have decided to bribe me to play at them, so I’m buzzing around like a thing that buzzes. I think a pot of lapsang, and a heavily buttered crumpet, to calm the nerves. And if someone would care to open up the baby grand and play a little Debussy, that would be lovely.
Now, what’s all this nonsense with the front page? And that hideous music. Whoever this Disney person is, I don’t think I like him one little bit. Someone told me he invented a mouse, but I’m not sure mice really need to be invented. He seems to be something of a vulgarian, or at least a craven populist, which is very much the same thng, but less honest. I shall take steps to have his baleful presence removed from the blog forthwith, beginning with the Hare and Hedgepig. These colours! It won’t do. It won’t do at all.
Meanwhile, I think I may safely grant the request for lemon curd. As to cheese – you know, I believe we should. Our cheeseboard must be comprehensive, though. In the next few days, I shall compile a list, and stock up on Bath Olivers.
I believe my undercover name is a bit too obvious, but I like it all the same.
I meant to order mint tea, but I forgot. Ginseng and lady grey are probably better anyway.
Ah, I was also wondering if we could combine herbs to make our own signature favorite teas. Peppermint leaves, licorice root, rose hips, and lemongrass for me. If that doesn’t chemically combine to make a poison, of course, in which case I’ll just have the peppermint and licorice root. That is, of course, if you allow visitors to combine herbs to make their own tea.
POSOC, I’m with you. I will begin by, um, er, uh, well, you know, uh, why don’t we give the beginners a chance to learn by trying out their ideas, hehe?
Can I join the Resistance?
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
255 – Sure, but make sure your post is disguised to it can’t be seen from Recent Comments.
255 – If permission is required even for something like that on this blog, we truly are in trouble. Of course you may, there’s no stopping you!
Robert hinted this would all be over tomorrow, so I say we just wait. And in the meantime, we all go to the
Etheterre thread hint hint nudge nudge
(I hope that worked – I don’t really know how to do that.)
Okay that didn’t work – I just used the wrong html undoubtedly. But while something else didn’t work, I learned something new. I’ll try all the html – one of them is bound to work.
Oops, this should be on the html thread. Hehe.
253 – Yes, cheese! I honestly do love lemon curd, because I have some distant memory in it, and whenever I eat it I remember being a little kid. It’s so weird.
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
257 – I’m on my way. Although, this thread might be safer, since even that thread could be -shudders- Disneyfied. This, at least, is between dimensions.
This all is distracting me from my Screnzy. ._. Ah well. It’s a Muserly Screnzy, anways.
255~ It’s “may I”, my dear.
Heavens, it’s filled up so quickly here!! I can hardly keep up with all the posts, but I will take a cup of tea, pepermint, if you please, and then make my way into this craxy wilderness that only yesterday was MuseBlog….goodness!
Hello, everybody. I was just walking around town when I spied a new cafe, and I couldn’t resist. The name was so catchy! And all the Muses on the furniture-wonderful! I shall take a cucumber sandwich and a peppermint tea, please. I am not usually one for tea, but the smell of everything brewing is like a sniff of Heaven’s roses.
STILL…There is something creepy about this place. Almost as if it is all *gasp* part of a Disney propaganda! NOOOO! I heard something about a revolt! May I join?
250- Sure. I’ll join. *is rather late*
I’d like a quick cup of mint, if you please, and an éclair.
Lovely, lovely. But why are we reciting poetry in a TEA ROOM???? Poetry is for coffee houses, with bongoes, scones and strange scents wafting through the air, with highly caffienated spectators clapping sedately as they sip the lukewarm froth from delicate, thimble-sized shots of espresso!!!
Apologies to the proprietors; I was in no way attempting to mold this lovely establishment into anything as oversterilized and soulless as a Starbucks when I expressed dissapointment at the lack of espresso; I was merely attempting to project a piece of my own culture onto my surroundings. My culture is one in which creative people venture out to various small coffee houses (NOT shops) and perform late into the night. Espresso is part of a culture, a persona that is cultivated where I come from; one that includes long-suffering novelists bent over thier laptops or legal pads, running up tabs as they take in coffee and sandwiches while chewing over stubborn sentences. It is one of misty-eyed teenagers listening to music that is slow and contemplative as they converse. It is one of baristas who learn your name and ask after your relations.
Does that sound like a Starbucks to you?
250-I do believe I shall join my good sir.
Also, sorry for the double posting, but everyone go to the Pie Isle thread. I have discovered a very important piece of info from Necromancer’s old Captain’s Log.
.Excellent.
The first objective of the Resistance is to free the GAPAs from their brainwashed state. Paul Baker seems to be almost completely unaffected, possibly because Britishness is so deeply ingrained in his psyche that Americanisms such as Disney simply can’t get a grip on his brain. He will be a valuable ally in the coming hours.
The Hare and Hedgepig will be our base of operations for the present time, as it affords some protection both by its advantageous position in the Oasis and its partial ownership by Paul Baker. The greatest threat here is “Becky.” If she attempts to intervene, use one of the cranberry pies which you may find on the Muse Encyclopedia thread. They are infused with tranquilizers and should be used on any DAPA within flinging range. Once the Aggressively Perky Administrator has been subdued, he or she should be confined until restored to a normal, Muserly level of insanity.
What should our secondary objective be, ladies and gentlemen of the Resistance?
(A note to the GAPAs: The activities of the Resistance are strictly in the spirit of April Fool’s day. Actually, I think this is quite funny, if an alarming portent of what might happen if Disney really bought out Muse.)
Wow, the Wung buttons are unbelievably delicious. I would love to have a few more accompanied with orange marmalade combined with a simple raspberry jam, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.
261~ No, the Hare & Hedgepig has nothing to do with Disney, goodness, the idea!! As long as Paul is working here there will never be such a horrid and American thing as Disney in this cafe. But wait, horrid and American? Or perhaps we should only use one of those adjectives, for fear of hyperbole?
266- Pardon me if this is slightly off the topic, but your plan – is it scheduled to happen yet? Was it today? Can you tell us what it was yet?.
Oh, and our secondary objective… Hmm… I haven’t the slightest idea. Get Scripped.com working again? (Joking.)
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
266 – That sounds rather swell, Resistance Captain POSOC, if you’ll pardon my language. After we confine the DAPAs to a room (surely there must be a spare somewhere in The Hare & Hedgepig) that is completely free of all things Disney, then we will have nobody but Paul Baker left to moderate our posts, so we must anticipate that it might be a little slow.
Our next goal should be h4ck1ng into MuseBlog so we can restore the color scheme and banner to nomal.
(263) If you look at my earlier comment, Ms. Otzi, you will notice that I got my start in coffee houses of the very sort you mention and have drunk many a cup of espresso (with a twist of lemon). You have to make allowances for my esteemed colleague, who becomes very nervous on his forays into our century.
(247) I’d say the mint tea is very popular tonight.
Everything is Swell.
POSOC and all you other resistance members, some posts ago, I swore to defend this quaint cafe against the monstrous corporate machine. Well, now I will fulfill my promise and join your ranks.
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
269 – He said that the Disney thing wasn’t part of his plan, if that’s what you’re wondering.
And yes. That would be nice. -sigh-
271 – It is with relief that I note that you are clearly not entirely DAPAfied. May I have some more mint tea, please?
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
272 – Welcome to The Resistance. What would you suggest our next steps be? We want to have as much imput as possible from members.
-Cat’s Meow, Vice Commander of The Resistance (Currently Undercover as Mouse’s Squeak)
Everything is Swell.
269- You really want to know? OK. I gave the GAPAs a suggestion for April Fools 2008. BEACON (Bunny Extermination And Capture On interNet) Initiative was to commandeer the blog and remove all bunnies. I must confess now that my main motive was revenge . To tell the truth, It probably wouldn’t have been as interesting as this. And I wouldn’t have had the fun of commanding a resistance movement.
270- I don’t think that hacking into MuseBlog would do much good. Once the DAPAs are confined, Paul Baker will probably restore it anyway.
272- Most excellent. United we undisney!
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
275 – That was your plan!? -dies in amazement that we finally know-
(271) *sings* DAPA is as DAPA does. That’s what wise men say.
Everything is swell! Do you want the ears to hear?
EVERYTHING IS SWELL.
My, my. The resistance is progressing quickly! And it’s getting late… but ah well.
275- How clever! Extremely ingenuitive, if I must say.
*munches on sponge cake* Mmmm, delicious. Just the thing to counteract the Disney.
Everything is swell. (Yeah, right.)
275- Ah. That would have been fun. But being part of a resistance in this will be more fun.
EVERTHING IS SWELL.
I begin to have some qualms about Lady Bunniful’s um ,how shall I put this nicely, reliability. Post 277 seemed to me a subtle hint that our activities were being conveyed to a higher authority. ^ ^
_
For Now, I vote that we populate the blog with
makeshift (and artistically challenged, if someone could find a better design, it would be wonderful) bunnies.
Everything is swell.
277- *claps hand to mouth* IT’S THE EARS!
Attention, all Resistance members! Go to http:// en.wikipedia.org /wiki/Banoffee_pie and arm yourselves with small pairs of what you find there. Aim for the mouse ears. No time to discuss. Fate of blog may depend on it.
I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DAPAs? MouseKokoteers? I’m a muser, after all, if musers turn into musekokoteers, then muse will be called mousekoko! I shall go and protest on every thread. Once every week I shall come and protest again. UNTIL THIS ENDS!!!!!!!!!!!
275- Yes! Death to Disney! *joins resistance movement*
Death to Mickey Mouse! *pies Mickey* Death to Donald Duck! *pies Donald* Death to Goofy! *pies Goofy*
282- It’ll end tomorrow- it’s an April Fools joke. Didn’t you know?
(281) *whistles a happy tune*
*whistles a Happy tune*
Ladies and gentlemen of the Resistance… meet me on the Cooking and Food thread.
Swell.
*pies with Banoffee pie*
I yes I Disneyrockr (or Beatlesrockr) shall join the resistance
EVERTHING IS SWELL.
280 – I agree. Oh no!
282 – Don’t worry. It’s April Fools.
(287) Sit up straight, dear, and stop fidgeting. The H&H is a (projectile) pie-free zone, even at times like these.
287- Yea, if the sanctity of this tea room be profaned, then we have defeated ourselves more surely than disneyfication can. Save thy banoffees, for thou shalt need them elsewhere.
3 1/2 hours left.
290/291-*is embarassed* How dreadful of me. How hypocritical of me. I am so utterly dissapointed in myself that words fail me. What a calamity! How could I? Allow me to repent. *runs of to Off with Their Heads Thread and throws self into a pit filled with hpb’s*
*wears a burlap sack and kneels in the chapel of Muserdom for hours* *pies self repeatedly in face* I seem to have forgotten myself. O woeful day! I cannot be so impudent as to ask for your forgiveness, having profaned this most holy chapel of Muserdom, only your tolerance of my mannerless self. And if I have become too excessive in this apology tirade, forgive me too for this.
292- In your time zone, at least. MuseBlog is Central, right? You posted at 8:34 blog time, so it’s 8:39 Central now…
So you’re right. We do have to endure only 3 1/2 hours more of this madness.
I have come up with a plan.
292- I’m Museblog time.
hey! **Pies Mickey** I prefered bunnyblog, or even better, plain ole
MuseBlog, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH
i want MB, not…DB?
293- Thou art forgiven. E’en the most steadfast heart will undergo undue stress during a time of such tribulation, and mayhap will perform acts that in other circumstances it would recoil from.
296- Join the Resistance if you desire freedom from mouse ears.
MY THIS IS FUN AND SWELL!
This mint tea and wung button combination is good!
United we Undisney! Count me in on resistance.
(296) See post 290, please. Stiff upper lip and all that. All the more reason to behave in a civilized manner when one’s mettle is tried. Have some tea, dear. I hear the mint is quite refreshing this evening.
Thank you for your munificence.
We must regroup after our defeat in the Battle of Cooking and Food. We have determined that banoffee pies are ineffective against the dreaded Ears. Shoofly pies must be tested.
302- *regroups* Now, where can we find shoffly pies?
303- Gaah, shoofly pies! *slaps forehead*
302,303,304- Hmm. Shoofly pies. Very sticky. But they are American, you know.
…But they are Pennsylvania Dutch, which sort of means, in a roundabout way, that they’re German. So it might work. *loads pie launcher* Where will we battle them?
305- It doesn’t matter anymore. THE BUNNIES HAVE ABSORBED DISNEY! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Um, things are kind of back to normal now. What the heck is going on?
307- I guess life is back to normal. I don’t really mind. I did like that last color scheme, though. Very pretty. It reminded me of one of those cherry-candy-canes, the ones with no green but lots of different shades of red.
308- Yes, but what was that with the Bunny Blog? What happened, GAPAs??? Tell us!
308 – It was a bit distracting.
It’s back to normal, though…
I almost miss it.
*brings out a lavish feast for the war heroes*
So, how did the resisting go? It’s obvious that you defeated the nefarious Disney invaders, but I would be interested to hear the entire story.
260 – *faints*
Just making sure it works.
I WAS RIGHT! THE BUNNIES TOOK OVER DISNEY! LOOK AT NARROW ESCAPEE!
Good.
My goodness. Only a few days of the Hare and Hedgepig and the guest list has gotten quite long, not to mention the conversations. It is quite hard to fathom such a notion, and yet it seems true.
314 – Excuse me, but in a tearoom one must make better conversation than such. It is a disgrace to the attempt at a unique anti-chatroom thread to write one word and then send it off. I am sure that you would not write just that one word in a letter and send it off, and it would be appreciated if you would see this thread as a post office instead of a chat room.
It’s all over now. I kinda actually miss it. NOT! I’m still waiting for my cucumber sandwiches though.
316 – They are delivered by a servegelle as soon as you order – Look down, and perhaps you’ll see them.
314- Hmm. I thought I Wrote more.
317-Ok.
they changed the blog AGAIN! thanks GAPAs!
Ahh. I finished my tea. Now, do you have tiny little cupcakes here? *squeals*
The Resistance, ladies and gentlemen, was successful! Although at first the battle of Cooking and Food seemed inconclusive, can it be mere coincidence that the Mickey smileys turned pink directly afterward?
Perhaps Rosanne, while the Ears were distracted, took the incredible risk of *shudders violently* channeling the pink bunnies, and thus pitting one enemy against another. And while they fought it out, the GAPAs cunningly re-gained control.
I commend the Administrators and the Resistance for their valiant defense of true Musery!
Right. Despite my involvement in the rebellion, I just want to say this about Disney blog. No one except Museblog played an April Fools joke on me, so it absolutely made my day in every possible way. Thanks yee kindly! Huzzah for Museblog. Hip, hip, Hooray!
And now for something completely different. Might I have a cup of jasmine tea and some wung buttons to refresh me before I embark on the writing of my script? THanks awfully.
*applies stamp to envelope*
*bikes to big blue box at the end of street*
*deposits “letter”, hoping its not a recycling bin (as if!)”
322 – Hurrah!
322-I second the motion. Huzzah for the valiant [y]DAPA’S[Y] GAPA’S
I do so hope that I did the correct HTML and that the result will be a cross-out and not a hopeless muddle.
*prays silently*
I will return soon to conduct civilized conversation!
325 – You have to do strike, not Ys. And you also have to do triangular brackets instead of square ones.
May I have the usual, please?
Note: When I say “the usual,” it means a strong Chai tea and wung buttons with lime marmalade.
I fear that I am still in as hopeless a muddle as ever
There, if I succeed it will be crossed out and entirely appropriate and if I fail it will be legible and entirely appropriate. *feels witty*
Thanks awfully for your help!
Ahhh, I see the Hare and the Hedgepig has returned to its normal state of graceful conversation. I am extremely glad for that.
This thread place’s conversations are getting tediously long. How about making an H&H archive and getting rid of, say, the first 100 posts? It would make the beautiful scenery of the Hare and the Hedgepig a lot more enjoyable and a lot less cluttered.
I’ll have the same as POSOC, please. I am in quite the mood!
I find that the creamy taste of the Wung Buttons perfectly complements the tang of the lime marmalade. And the chai, of course, just adds to the richness of the flavor.
I am awfully sorry about my use of this cafe as an HTML practice thread. It was quite unintentional. I make so many dreadful mistakes in manners and protocol. I really must mend my ways. To begin with
*puts napkin in lap*
*removes elbows from table*
*sits up excruciatingly straightly*
May I please have a jasmine tea and a muffin with marmalade. Thanks awfully.
How I wish I were capable of beginning a civilized conversation. Alas, I am insufficiently versed in the field of chit-chat (to use a coloquial expression) and must wait until someone else begins. For now, I say only:
Yum!
329- But I like the First 100 posts.
I vote for this to go on to 1000.
332- You must consider those of our patrons who have dial-up, though. It must take long enough to load those pretty pictures.
332- I know. I had it just a bit ago. but with that song, well, I must have taken forever yesterday.
[The conversation continues in Vol. I, No. 2. — The Management]