The Hare & Hedgepig: Vol. I, No. 2
Date: April 2, 2008
Categories: At the Top of the Blog, Nonrandom Craziness, The Musiverse
Sunday, 28 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Date: April 2, 2008
Categories: At the Top of the Blog, Nonrandom Craziness, The Musiverse
*finishes last of wung buttons**sips chai tea*
I should like to discuss the origins of the Muses. Theories? Hints? Ideas?
Dear me! Another thread, already?
Well, I suppose that Kokopelli originated out of Arizona. What else is there to know?
2- Certainly, but there are many other questions. When and under what circumstances was he born? How did he become part of the new pantheon of Muses? And most importantly, who taught him to throw pies?
Hmm. May I have a muffin with lime marmalade, and a cup of Ceylon tea? I’ve never had Ceylon.
Origins of Muses:
Clearly Urania was born a Muse, but how did the others become Muses? Were they born with a destiny? Were there auditions? Did Larry Gonick simply create them out of thin air?
Ah, new thread. A cup of fresh peppermint tea and some wung buttons please.
I did some research on the Greek muses, so I know some about Urania, but as for the rest of them, I’m not so sure. As for the question about Kokopelli and pies, we might need to research the origin of pies. It may very well be that Kokopelli is older than pie.
3 – Perhaps he was taught to throw pies by his Ancestor. (As in, see Kokopelli and Company from the one issue with the Chinchorro mummies. October of some year)
4- Urania was the daughter of Zeuse and Mnemosyne, so she didn’t just appear from thin air.
Chad’s obvious. I think he was just a brilliant but obscure Malian inventor. But even that reveals several interesting facts about him. Mali is a Francophone nation, and Chad talks like a first-language English speaker. Not even any French idioms when he’s frustrated.
Perhaps he’s older than we have previously thought. Perhaps his Muse Profile birthplace refers to ancient Mali. But that can be ruled out, because to survive to the present day, he would have to be immortal. And if he was, he wouldn’t be working on an immortality potion now- see recent Koko & Co.
According to Wikipedia (and links from Wikipedia):
The first pies were written about in 1545.
Kokopelli first appeared on pottery between 705 and 805.
That would mean that Kokopelli predates pie quite a bit, wouldn’t it?
8 – The first pies were WRITTEN?
But yes, I think you’re right.
Wow, a new thread already. The H&H is quite popular!!
I only have time to drop in for a few minutes, but I think a bit of fresh peppermint tea should be in order. Hmm. I always seem to get peppermint. Should I branch out a bit?
8- He certainly predates the introduction of pies to Arizona. So the question remains. Perhaps he invented pie throwing?
Kokopelli was the Original Trickster, taught by Old Man Wood to throw pies. He was created from earth like us, which is why we make good tricksters as well. He is not immortal, but only dies when humor is gone from the world.
Yes, I made that up.
Can I make suggestions for the menu? Dandelion Wine (late vintage) and Popovers (served with butter and strawberry jam).
I wonder if Kokopelli experimented with throwing other things before that. Or maybe he started out with completely different tactics.
13 – Well, he was in Arizona. Cacti?
Owch. I prefer pies.
14-Cacti fruit pies seem to me a distinct possibility. And sand has the right consistency for flour. A feasible theory.
And now to satisfy my predilection for prolix conversation.
I am of the mind that Craww is the famed crow in the fable regarding how the crow aqquired its singular black color. After fleeing from the king, (see Canterbury tales if no where else) he decided to put his talents, namely that he could speak, to a new purpose: bad poetry. I have to go to school, but can post the story in detail at a later moment.
Salmon and lettice sandwich, please.
Mimi certainly looks like some Aboriginal art I saw in Australia, but none of the paintings looked exactly like Mimi.
Hmmm…And Feather’s from Assyria, which doesn’t even exist anymore.
18- Yes, But Check out The Cartoon history of the Universe. on page something or other there is something that looks like feather.
I alluded to Feather’s great age in the second installment of my Muse/Harry Potter fanfiction. As I imagined him, Feather has seen many ancient empires rise and fall but can’t remember anything about them except their gardens.
Kokopelli is actually a Native American story character and is found in a lot of western american art today. He was the god (was he a god?) of tricks and something else. I think. But I’m to comfortable right now to look it up……
20) That’s totally valid! Who would want to watch a bunch of whiny, boring empires when you can watch a beautiful, hard-worked-on garden? Go Feather! You have good taste!
I shall have Ceylon tea (following Alice’s lead – I haven’t any before, either) with a scone and raspberry jam please.
7 – I didn’t read that, so I don’t know if this was cleared up in the cartoon, but why couldn’t he be working on an immortality potion for other people?
Isn’t part of the Muses’ role to be immortal? Aren’t they all immortal? We know Urania is, (right?) so wouldn’t it make sense for the rest to be as well?
Would it be all right if I opened another discussion in another part of the room? I would love to talk about global warming with a small group of someones, especially since it so directly affects these people in Great Britain.
A nepalese tea please. And might I make a menu suggestion? I think Moroccan mint would be a lovely addition.
Thanks awfully.
Right I promised to post the story in which I believe Crraw is the protagonist. The following story is recounted by the magistrate in Canterbury Tales.
Basically, crow is white as snow and has a melodious voice. Every day he charms everyone in the palace with his superb singing. And when the king returns home from a day’s hunting, he asks the crow if anything unusual has happened. The crow cheerfully replies in the negative. Then, one day he sees the king’s beautiful wife engaged in an illicit love affair. Having a very pure soul, he is unable to lie and tells the king. The king rushes of and kills the wife. However, even in death the queen’s beauty is so great that the king is entranced and unable to conceive that she could have cheated on him. Enraged, he turns his fury on the crow whom he believes lied to him and under his piercing gaze the crow shrivels up and turns black as night and loses his voice.
My reasons for believing that Craw is said crow:
#1 His inclination towards poetry might have originated from his musical (and lyricist) talents. However, his skill also shriveled up under the king’s piercing gaze, leaving him as the muse of bad poetry.
#2 The story takes place a long time ago, Craw came into being a long time ago.
#3How many talking and poetry writing crows do you now?
As regards global warming. I’m a vehement believer and an activist. However, I hate that global warming is turned into a political issue (ie you’re a member of such and such party you should believe such and such) and a demagogical one. I think we should examine it from a purely scientific and objective viewpoint. Assuming that this has been done, I think the evidence points definitively towards its existence and its imminence as a threat. Its so much more serious and more relevant than so many people imagine. Its not a matter of the future even, its becoming a matter of the present. Oh great, now I’m getting demagogical, exactly what I hate. I think I’ll hit submit this very moment.
24 – Crraw has a voice, though. It’s Aeiou that’s lost hers.
Yeah, the whole political thing is weird. Although if you’re running for a political position, it would be fine to talk about your views on that. But I know that’s not what you mean.
We have power surge protectors which we turn off every night, we recycle everything we can, we compost everything we can, we use fluorescent compact light bulb thingies, all that stuff.
As for the subject of global warming, I did a whole research project on making my school more energy-efficient for robotics. Of course, my family isn’t particularly concerned about energy efficiency. We have completely converted to laptops, which besides being convenient also save energy, turn off lights, and keep our heat down, but nothing drastic.
25-I took it to mean more that he has no singing voice but still has a talking voice. I agree with you that candidates should voice their opinions but I know you know that that’s not really what I menat. THanks for understanding.
26-I did one about making my neighborhood more environmentally friendly. It was fun.
(Crraw) That makes sense.
(Global Warming) I don’t really see it as a political thing….Although I’m sure I could have a long debate about it if anyone was willing to participate (no, not here. At school).
A muffin with Seville orange marmalade please. I was delighted to see that item on the menu. And an odong tea. Thanks awfully.
28-Huzzah (if I may be excused for the expression)! I am glad to see my theory has a backer-ish person!
Why not here, might I be so bold to ask? I will willingly partake in in it. Actually, I might start it.
AS this is, in essence, an anti-chatroom thread I do not feel justified in hitting submit until my post is atleast a little longer. To fill up space I think I will hold yet another polite conversation with myself. Or no. Perhaps I will insert a little minuature complaint, which I now should be on the complaints and rants thread but which I prefer to insert here. I just did half an hour of history on the New Deal and John Maynard Keynes and economics in general and I feel drowned in terms I scarcely understand. Would someone be so kind as to throw me a life vest? Thanks awfully. Ah, I see my tea has arrived.
*sips tea dantily*
Right, well I seem to have managed to drone on sufficiently long to not even need to hold a polite conversation in my head. All the better. Cheerio for now.
29- *throws life vest*
I have never had a history class of any kind. Actually, being friends with Brenda used to be a little like a history class, but that friendship is sort of fizzling.
As a result, I feel like an idiot whenever anyone mentions history. RRR SMAS-TT causes me a great deal of pain. Actually even being in the presence of historically knowledgeable people can be awkward. Which is a bit of a problem.
And as for the debate, they have to be fairly spontaneous. If a spontaneous debate ever occurs (although they really go much better in non-virtual life), I will happily participate.
For the next Kokonvention I will probably be preparing for days to make lovely tea sandwiches and tea and scones and muffins and jam and marmalades and all that just like the H&H tea things.
I thank the H&H ever so much for its hospitality but I must go back to my studies at the Muse Academy.
21- Growth. People prayed to him to make their crops grow sometimes.
Peppermint tea, please. And a scone. Thank ye kindly.
I heard another story about how Crow (actually a raven) got turned black. It’s Esquimo, I think, or maybe a Yukon-area tribe.
There was a sickness in the land, and the only cure was a sip from the healing waters. Unfortunately, the waters were under the care of a mean, human-eating giant. A human couldn’t go and get the water, obviously, so Raven volunteered because he blended in with the snow–he was pure white at that time. He stopped eating for three days, and on the third day flew to the Giant’s house.
When he got there, he pretended that he was very tired and needed a place to stay the night. The giant grudgingly obliged, and in return, Raven promised to tell the Giant a story. He waited until it was very late at night to begin, and told a very long, very boring story about three brothers looking for a gray stone in the fog. When the Giant fell asleep, Raven hopped to the water and drank some of it. But the giant woke up, and Raven had to hop back and continue the story until the Giant fell asleep again. This kept happening, the Giant falling asleep, Raven drinking the water, and the Giant waking up again, until almost all the water was gone. On the last time, the Giant caught Raven drinking the healing water, and Raven had to fly out the smoke hole of the house to escape. However, he’d drunk so much water that he was swollen and got stuck! As he tried to wiggle free, the soot got all in his feathers and turned him coal black. Finally he got free, and flew with the water in his beak to the tribe. On the way, water sloshed from his beak, and made rivers. The people were very thankful to the Raven; in northern totem poles, there are many in which Raven is at the very top. But to this day, Raven is a sooty black, from the smoke hole of the house of the Giant.
The End!
Did AIEOU lose her voice, or can she actually speak? I always pictured her as too shy or smart to bother chatting.
30-*catches life vest* Thank you ever so much. I’m useless at American history so I second the SMASS-TT comment. I’m more of an ancient history person, I think.
And yes, I guess thats true about debates. They are always a little (scratch that, a lot) forced when they’re planned before hand. You win. *hands big shiny trophy*
34 – She’s certainly not shy – she has a lot to say about things in her sign language. She lost her voice relatively early-on in the magazine. I don’t actually know what happened, but she used to be able to talk.
34- I imagine she doesn’t speak English; just Mongolian.
Oh my, another thread? I believe this is one of my favorite threads now…
Good grief, this establishment is proving remarkably popular. I wish to assure patrons that I have ordered fresh supplies of peppermint tea, so we are most unlikely to run out.
I have also bent my mind to the subject of cheese, since ti has been requested. I think our basic selection should consist of :
Cheddar (The real stuff, of course, from Cheddar Gorge. Aged for 2 years.)
Cheshire
Wensleydale
Caerphilly
Blue Stilton
White Stilton
Double Gloucester
Shropshire Blue
Red Leicester
Sage Derby
Cornish Yarg
Stinking Bishop
French Brie
Somerset Brie
Camembert
Roquefort
Port Salut
Boursin
Tomme de Savoie
Tamie
Bel Paese
Dolcelatte
Gorgonzola
Pecorino
Ricotta
Emmental
Raclette
Gruyere
Edam
Gouda
Leerdammer
Cambozola
Munster
Limburger
Bayerisch Bergkase
Danish Blue
Jarlsberg
Feta
Dry Jack
Maytag Blue
Plymouth
Californian Toscana
Monterey Jack (we must include the original plastic cheese as a joke)
Some lovely nutty stuff whose name I forget, but you can only get it from the farmers’ Market in Madison.
Do you think that will do for a start? We can always expand the list if we find that cheese is popular. And what do you think about accompaniments? Grapes, obviously. I’m also thinking of :
Bath Olivers
Scottish Oatcakes
Swedish Rye Crackers
Butter Puffs
Digestives
And I think that’s quite enough.
Oh, excellent. Pecorino. I do believe I’ll be having a lot of that in the future.
21 – That’s why I could get a necklace of him at the Hoover Dam and a shirt with him on it at the Grand Canyon!!!
39- Allow me to correct a mistake you have made. It is the mistake of not adding Jurrasic Petite, the best cheese I’ve eaten in a long time.
On the origins of Bo:
*has an epiphany*
Wait, is he Bo as in an abbreviation of bovine? I am very sorry if everyone already knew this, but it just hit me and I find it astounding. SO much so, that I’m far to preoccupied to think about where Bo comes from. Well, at least I got his entymology.
43- Bo’s female.
Bovine can refer to a female too (at least as far as Merriam Webster and my cow knowledge are concerned).
45- I’m talking about Bo herself. She’s female.
46-Teehee. Woops. My bad!
I imagine Bo coming from ancient Egypt for some reason.
Apples go well with cheese and crackers, but they aren’t as tea-roomy as grapes.
42 – I will consult our supplier. There are about another 30 or 40 decent cheeses we could add, but I don’t want to overdo it until I see how much demand there is.
48 – Apples. Yes. But what sort? Cox’s Orange Pippin? Granny Smith? Braeburn? Crispin? Blenheim? Knobbly Russet? Worcester Pearmain?
Aeiou spoke in the first issue of the magazine. I think she stopped after that, although I’m not sure, since I am nearly 6000 miles away from my precious Muse collection (I’ve been getting it ever since it started.) and can’t check.
Hmm… I’ll have a large serving of everything, then start with the cakes and tea, then move on to the sandwiches. I’ll probably end up like this, though. Or this .
(52) Sit up straight, dear, and stop fidgeting. This is a tea room, not an all-you-care-to-eat smorgasbord. Our food is here to savor, not to scarf. Perhaps you would care to relax with a cup of lapsang. Converse with your neighbors. Take your time. For our chefs, food preparation is a labor of love, and it hurts their feelings to see someone gobble.
What is your selection of food, ma’am?
Our menu is at the top of the page. Click on it to reach a larger version — then click that one to magnify it. Of course, there are always a few unlisted items, and we are open to requests.
50- Pacific Rose. Grown in New Zealand and the best apples you will ever taste.
Okay Thank you, kind lady. I shall have fresh peppermint and Victoria sponge cake. Thanks! Send my regards to the chef.
(56) They sound lovely, Mr. POSOC. What are they like? I’m always on the lookout for good apples. Personally, I prefer them more crisp and tart than are generally available, except at the farmer’s markets — and not always there.
(57) You are most welcome, Ms. Kokonilly. I hope you will enjoy your tea.
58- It’s been a long time since I had one, but I remember enjoying them. Hang on, I’ll be back in a tick…
I’m back. Here’s the description from the website Produce Oasis:
“The Pacific Rose apple has a superb crunch, with firm, juicy, cream-colored flesh. The apple is thin-skinned for excellent eating. The Pacific Rose has a clean, refreshingly sweet flavor which also makes it a perfect dessert apple.”
Hmm. I’m not sure you’d enjoy them, then. They’re certainly crunchy, but not very tart. Perhaps you could provide a wide selection of apples.
(59) Actually, it won me over with “superb crunch” — I can handle sweet if the crunch is right.
60- Yes, I can vouch for the fact that the crunch is indeed superb.
I tend to like apples that are crisp and somewhat tart, somewhat sweet. If they’re extremely mushy it’s a bit like they’re rotten, and who wants that?
I would suggest Braeburn, Fuji, Granny Smith, and Cox’s Orange Pippin. Those are my favorites. The Pacific Rose sounds excellent as well.
There’s an art to picking out the best Granny Smith apples, I’ve found. Never pick the ones with a red blush on them, because it means the skin is tough, and the ones with the appealing white spotty pattern are as well. The best ones have a white or yellow patch on one side, where they were out of the sun, they are the sweetest and crunchiest.
End of Granny Smith connosieurship.
Incedentally, I agree with Cat’s Meow, the mushy, grainy apples are gross, no matter how sweet they are.
I would like to sample some of all your cheeses. They look very delicious. I LOVE cheese!
Might I be so bold as to ask for an unlisted item? Moroccan mint tea? If this is unavailable I would be delighted with the afore-mentioned lapsang?
On the subject of apples, Mushy apples disgust me. I am the most fond of green apples (with honey or without).
Oh and might I have some of the Tomme de Savoie. A most excellent cheese if my memory fails me not.
Whatever the origin of the Muses on earth, i think that Larry Gonick was the one who accidentaly gave them powers. However, when civilization on earth crashed, the Muses hung their heads in shame. Fortunately, Urania discovered a new planet begging for help, and enlightened two families, the Wreets and the Kuarvus, who led the humans to glory. This planet was named Museworld, and all events take place after Earth’s fall. This is a very general account. I’m not much of a historian, and I don’t know the details.
That’s why I’m here. I would like to start a meeting of archaeologists, astronomers, and historians to delve into the details of our history.
66- *eyes sparkle* Most excellent! What do we know so far?
Hello, may I please have whatever tea you reccomend and some French Brie on crackers? And may I make recomandation of Chamomille Tea?
I’ve come here to relax while I wait for my next class at MA.
66-Though I’m only a student, mind if I listen? I don’t know much about any history and I ‘d like to learn about it!
Grainy apples disgust me, as do flavorless ones. My favorite kind of apple is a Pink Lady, but they must be just right – tartish-sweet and crunchy.
66- Isn’t that another world? I guess it isn’t as we are at an oasis.
71- Yes. Since the Hare and Hedgepig was built in the Oasis, it’s accessible from any universe, fictional or real.
66-Ooh! lets turn this into a story. Begniing with a general explanation. *is madly excited* Or to copy POSOC *eyes sparkle* If I’m not totally off-track I’d love to contribute a small description of MuseWorld.
A planet in the fartherst reaches of the universe, tucked away amidst blue giants and nebulus clusters (I am no astronomer tell me if that makes not sence) and inhabited by humans with a drive to learn. The sole adversity in their lives is…
I don’t know if I am getting this or not but I really felt like writing that!
66- Wait… Kuarvas…. Wreets… They sound vaguely familiar. Is this your biography? How’s that coming, by the way? It sounded intriguing…
74-Eep. What is going on? *feels overwhelmed by noobness of self* Help. Soy muy confuzzled. Eekle. What ist going on?
*breathes deeply* Ok. Panic attack over? So, what is going on? (asked in perfectly rational and AHHHHHH calm voice).
58 – Ms. Kokonilly sounds hilarious, doesn’t it?
74- yeah, It is. He’s doing it for nano.
Hi Kokonilly! (I don’t have to call you Ms. Kokonilly do I?)
75- Ag was writing an autobiography of his Museican self.
66- Well, I have met the Muses, although they don’t like to tell me much directly. The rest comes from family lore. Perhaps… we could find earth!
69- Of course, have a seat.
78 – Um, no.
Mm. delicious food you have here.
79-Oh got it. Teehee. Woops. Thany ya for the clarification. *resists urge to pie* That explains it. Cool topic.
73- A blue giant is a kind of star, and a nebulous cluster is a dust cloud where stars are born. What you wrote makes sense.
80-Pray, tell us more. Your tale intrigues me. ANd might I have a cup of ceylon tea to refresh my pinna as I listen?
80- Yes, Please tell us more!
84- What, pray tell, is a pinna?
(Sorry for the double post)
May I also have this famous Ceylon tea?
Here is a brief description of MuseWorld, its geography, and its inhabitants:
MuseWorld is part of a Doppler System, or a solar system in which the planets are on eliptical paths, causing the sun the “wobble” from their changing gravitational pulls. Most of the time, the MuseSun pulls MuseWorld close to itself, but every once in a while (about once every month or so) MuseWorld’s orbit coincides with Earth’s, and we get to see what the heck they’re doing over there.
MuseWorld is comprised mostly of the following:
-Desert of Delight, home to Kokopelli and Feather (who tries very hard to change it to the GARDEN of Delight, but that’s not an alliteration).
– Fields of Facts (home to Bo)
-Mnemonic Mountains (home to Galileo Garret, Urania’s observatory, LeChatelier Laboratory, for Chad, and Zuse, Aeiou’s computer room).
-The Hyksos Hills (home to Pwt and occasionally Crraw, but he lives more in the Desert).
-The only city, Museton, home to Mimi, MuseMall, Muse Academy, and the Hare & Hedgepin.
Note: MuseBlog is our only contact between Earth and MuseWorld besides the monthly collisions. Robert, Rosanne, and Rebecca don’t exist, theoretically; they live in the wormhole between the two planets. Paul Baker SAYS he lives in England, but this is yet to be verified.
Please feel free to add to the new MWTG (Muse World Travel Guide).
Of course.
*Reclines* *Loads pipe* (It’s bubbles, don’t worry)
You see, when I was first reunited with my long-lost family after I escaped from pie isle, and in Museica, I was taught my traditional family lore. According to it, my ancestor, the first of the enlightened, was named Jonquil Kuarvu. He lived in Dornavenk, and everyone fought each other. When a giant squid attacked, no one could fight back, but the Muses granted him wisdom, and he rallied his people against it. Meanwhile, Anastasia Wreet sailed from Museica, and the Muses guided her to Dornavenk, where she met an married Jonquil.
I would like some peppermint tea, if you please. Larry Gonick did give them powers, because of a strange accident, or so I’ve heard…
Larry Gonick was sitting and working on The Cartoon History Of The Universe when he had a strange idea. He wanted to draw a large bird-like creature, for no apparent reason. He drew the bird creature in several places, and drew several other creatures as well. After he sent off TCHotU to his editors, he felt euphoric. In a sudden burst of inspiration, he decided he would draw a comic strip about these characters! He would call them the New Muses, and only keep Urania from the Old Muses, because she was his favorite Old Muse. And so Kokopelli and Company was born!
**Urania was the one who was inspiring Larry throughout, because she was sick of her sisters!**
The tea is a delicacy! *Sips*
Oh, and by the way, I am Mr. Bookworm.
87- My goodness, that was extremely innacurate. I suggest you do a little research. (And I mean on the MB.)
87- Please Define
Mnemonic
LeChatelier
Hyksos
87- Seriously, there are currently three threads full of information, and none of it sounds at all like that.
88-I am most intrigued by your tale. Pray, tell on. And in good hast. *does impatient cricket* *pops soap bubbles* *apologoizes for un-mannerfullness*I
91- Mnemonic- a memory aid
LeChatelier- not sure
Hyksos- foreigners who ruled Egypt as pharoahs for a short period during the New Kingdom.
My presence is strangely absent on this thread. Why couldn’t I see it?
Hmm…
yes, I think I’ll have ginger beer, best honey-roast ham and English mustard, and teacakes with a small side cup full of Irish butter and that’ll be my lunch and dinner.
88-pray thee, tell more!
*sips tea* Please, Ag, go on.
Might I have another muffin with Sevillan orange jam. In my script (which takes place during the spanish civil war) one of my characters was just asked to taste some Sevillan orange and chocolate cake so coming to have a bite of the marmalade might give me inspiration!
*munches daintily*
*is inspired*
*has an :idea:*
Ah. My HTML efforts failed. Ah well, next time. I am really pathetic at this. Hmm. What other Spanish foods should my characters eat? I’ve used manchego cheese and Iberian cured ham. Ooh! Tomato gazpacho (I knew eating that marmalade would inspire me). And um…*thinks* *goes rummaging in brain* *pulls out (drumroll) fried aubergines in honey*. This post should really be on cooking and food but I can’t bring myself to lift up a finger and move the mouse. So, I’m sorry.
93- Indeed. I shall recite from the official work.
In the old times, two families ruled Museworld: the Wrets and the Kuarvus, and there was peace. The people in these families each possessed one of these four powers: the gift of tongues, stoneseeking (the ability to alter stone and metal from the interior), the ability to reshape light down to the smallest of photons, and the ability to summon one’s inner daemon. One day, at the temple of Urania, a prophecy was heard:
“A child shall be born between the Kuarvus and the Wrets that shall bear a Yin and Yang on its stomach and posses all four of his ancestors mystic powers. It shall be the savior of Museworld in its darkest hour!â€
Many years later, in the lands of the empire of Zemtee, an unholy alliance was started.
Tiffany and Laney were sisters from the Kuarvu family, and they resented the world and its cultures from the day they were born. In their early teens they traveled throughout the world, gaining followers, who became gossip mongering zombies. The made weapons that were more deadly than pies, a thing that was unheard of.
Roséata was a Baron of HPBs until he was overthrown by Nicegoodus, but in him was an evil that had never been surpassed. He was quite popular with the Evilus breed, which helped him attack all Nicegoodus and force them into submission.
Pellikoko was an Antimuse, the bane of the Muses. She was so evil that she killed her fellow Antimuses in battle to gain their strength and ability. Unlike Kokopelli, she pies because she knows nothing but cruelty, and so do her followers.
Together these four joined together to form the Triple Alliance of Misery, bent on ruling the world!
Naturally, they thought the prophecy to be a threat to them, so they captured all of the Wrets and Kuarvus. However, those endowed with stoneseeking easily opened their cages and the families began to flee. Unfortunately, their escape was discovered, and most were killed. Those who remained fled north to Boshire.
Years later, king Roséata led an attack on Boshire, and all of the Wrets and Kuarvus fled, except for Peregrine Wret and Anastasia Kuarvu. Their baby was born that night in a dank inn room in Factoidia, just as the city gates gave way. They named him Trevor, and he bore a Yin and Yang on his stomach. In despair, his mother cast him out to sea in a pie tin, sending him heading west towards Pie Isle.
He was raised by an Olive Origami Bunny, or OOB, until he was seven years old. Then, during the great OOB rebellion, the bird natives discovered her and tore her to bits. They made Trevor a slave and gave him the name agagabagabag xarcu zepata, our captive human slave.
But one day, explorers came to the island that looked just like him! And strangely, he understood their language without ever hearing it before. With the aid of these strangers, he and Rrawk, his only friend escaped. Two months later, they reached the land of Feather.
In feather, agagabagabag met up with his family learned his true name. His relatives noticed his birthmark, but Pellikoko had put a curse forbidding them from telling him. When he learned of the developments down in Zemtee, he felt that he needed to help.
In Zemtee and Muserland, he met a lot of friends:
C++Darkmage: A mysterious pie wizard and programmer. agagabagabag’s best friend.
Gimanator: A wily and clever Pierate who likes to keep to himself.
Frigidsymphony: The Viking lord of the seas, almost unbeatable in battle, and a wondrous musician.
Kagcomix: A cartoonist from Zemtee turned warrior.
Red-tailed Hawk: The emperor of Zemtee, and the kindest man I know.
Beavo Stockerspie: A loyal companion with a good sense of humor.
IBCF: A hardy and cheerful young Zemtee commander.
Rosie: A compassionate Nicegoodus HPB.
Okay guys, it’s the present. The aforementioned band of friends and Rrawk and I have devised a concoction capable of turning an evil HPB good and loaded into darts. We have stormed Roséata’s castle, and tried to attack the king himself, but his great amount of evil renders him immune. He throws us in his dungeon, but I discover my stoneseeking power and unlock all of the chains. We’ve reclaimed our weapons and made our escape. What now my fellows?
By the way, you’ve probably noticed that many of the friends aren’t on this thread. If they want to join they can, or we can play their roles.
agagabagabag’s Future:
After freeing up some Zemtean land and helping to save Muserland, agagabagabag is summoned to Vanilla, where his half-brother Wert is held captive. During his stay, he gets swept up in a local pie war, and finds that Gim is crazy, C++Darkmage has lost his memory, and that they’re both fighting against him. In the end, agagabagabag kills Gim, who regains his sanity just before death and reckognizes his birthmark. He tells him of the prophecy, and then dies. C++Darkmage has witnessed this, and regains his memory.
The two return to Zemtee, and find that the entire continent is in Chaos. The TAM didn’t conquer the flavor continent because they wanted to wait until war had weakened it. In the mean time, they had conquered every other territory, country, and colony on the planet except for Chaddica, because of its northern location. agagabagabag and C++Darkmage meet up with Beavo, and together they rally Chaddican army against the TAM in three battles.
1. The Battle for Inventor City:
The Chaddicans are found to be under trained but well equipped with the best weaponry in Museworld. With a little motivation, Beavo leads them into battle. Unfortunately, they are massively outnumbered by the zombie hordes of Tiffany and Laney. This is when l discover my light shifting power, and creat the image of a massive pie. The zombies start to flee, but C++DM hits Tiffany and Laney with his most powerful spell, and knocked them off of Transistor Point, into the Filling Sea. The zombies regain their memories, apologize, and join our ranks.
2. The battle for Spare Part City
Spare Part City is occupied by HPB Evilus, who are harnessing the power of HPB Dragons. In the middle of battle, Beavo gets an idea and runs off. Later, a bomber jet soars above us and drops a bomb filled with the formula that turns evil HPBs good. The entire army is turned good, including Roséata.
3. The Battle for the Temple of Chad
Lastly, the forces of Pellikoko have taken over Chad’s temple and have converted it to a temple to her. I discover my power to turn into my Daemon, who is a gigantic Tiger named Eurasta. The apposing army is terrified, but Pellikoko attacks me. At first I quail at the thought of having to fight her, but the Muses themselves fight alongside me. You see, Pellikoko has the power of all nine Muses, so only a small amount of force would be needed to tip the balance either way. Pellikoko is destroyed.
It took a massive amount of energy to turn into Eurasta, and I am presumed dead. The president of Chaddica was going to call me Trevor the Great, but seeing as I’m not at the ceremony, she gives that title to Beavo instead. I run in later, and she names me Trevor the Decent.
For the rest of my life, my friends and I travel the world, stamping out evil.
My life as I know it.
This is conmuzzling…….Pardon me, it is most interesting. Long as it is to read this text, it is very controversial.
Interesting Very interesting. *eats cheese*
Yes I agree, very interesting.
*savors cheese*
Of course, there’s a lot of time between the uttering of the prophecy and the formation of the TAM, so maybe I’ll fill that in. I’ll try to remain as close to what really* happened as I can, but if I make any mistakes, please let me know. My research may be incomplete.
Centuries later two obscure cults in what would afterwards be known as Museica came into a conflict that would devastate and reshape the world.
The first was the Norrisers. They worshipped the demigod known as Chuck Norris, and chanted the tales of his exploits on the steps of his temple while practicing their roundhouse kicks.
The second was the Downers, who worshipped the Holy Book. No-one knows now the exact contents of the book, as only true devotees were allowed to read it, but it had something to do with rabbits.
The Downers intruded upon the territory of the Norrisers, who, crying sacrelige, threw a pie at the high Reader. Both sides were outraged, and began a war that lasted for many years, flinging pies of all sizes and flavors.
Then there was a lull in the fighting, but it was not destined to last long, for new elements were to be added to the war.
The Neutrals arose first. Their homeland had been devastated by the war despite their desire for peace, and they were united by a group of leaders from beyond the Eastern Seas. Notable among these was the technologically skilled Gwendolyn.
Even as the Neutrals, or Opposition as they were later known, were preparing to go to war, a vast army landed on Museica’s shores, come out of the unknown realms of the West. They were the Jadestones, and though they fought with honor and courage, their ultimate goal was world domination.
With new sides and new aims, the battle raged more fiercely than ever. Many small-time groups entered into the awful war, hoping to gain land or glory.
One of these, which would have been a mere footnote in the history books but for later events, was the Prairie Dog Lovers, or PDL. Its founder, Prarilius Canix, was outraged about the death of his elder brother in the pie bombing of Ala Mode. He almost trekked across the entire province of Kokopelli to reach the battlegrounds in the West, but collapsed from hunger halfway through the Crusty Plains. He was saved by a family of Large, Intelligent Prairie Dogs, one of whom, Fluffy, became his close friend and went with him when he continued his journey.
Finally, they reached the front line and made an alliance with the Pie War Lovers, a once-mighty group whose numbers had thinned.
But times of tribulation were at hand for the newly formed PWL/PDL. The Jadestone and Opposition sides had joined to create the JadeOp, whose mighty war machines and ferocious warriors seemed unstoppable. It was only through detailed knowledge of the surrounding countryside and clever guerilla tactics that the PWL/PDL were able to hold out against them.
At last, after two years, the leaders of the respective sides realized that further war would benefit neither and cause great damage to both them and everything surrounding them (for the pie weapons developed during the war were so destructive that their impacts were sufficient to change the course of a small tectonic plate). Together, they signed the Lemon Meringue Treaty and pledged to rebuild civilization. And so the great nation of Museica was born.
*Not REALLY really. Virtually really, of course
Incidentally- How many numbers are there in a volume of H&H?
104- REborn. Museica Was REborn.
105- Nine? I don’t know.
106- Well, the nation itself didn’t exist until the treaty. The continent did.
(105) In the grand tradition of journals of arts and letters, the Hare & Hedgepig transcripts are published on an irregular basis; therefore: as many as need be. Volumes by year. Though should it be blog year or calendar year, do you think?
108- Blog year. It will help to make this a separate universe.
On the subject of Museica, I am sadly ignorant so I will sit and let it unfold. If there is any though of going on a tangent however, ever since philosophy was overruled on the morphing chamelon thread, I have been silently pining away for someone to discuss it with. Right, for now, might I have a spot of cheese? THanks and another muffin with Sevillan orange marmalade.
110- I don’t know much about philosopy. Cogito, ergo sum.
90-That seems a bit harsh! Where is the official record of time kept, in a easily accessible container written in a concise language that the layman could understand, or long and descriptive enough for a scholarly reader to pore over? Infact, who is to say that time is kept in an accurate record, for if the victor rewrites the books then all idea of truth for any period of time is lost. Or even enveloped in the mysteries of space and time, how has one single telling of the events come to pass? (In a linear time no less!)
Muse what ever we call it or see of it, I feel, is a feeling that the ancient of Greeks described very well, as a mythic and overwhelming figure who comes to inspire a mind for the production of art, or any expression of emotion and creativity.
In a tradition of this excellence, thought should be nurtured and protected, no matter how strange or conflicting it is.
112- To answer your first question, that’s what we’re working on now- a history which the layman can understand, so that the various Musiverse threads won’t be so confusing for newcomers.
is this a tearoom or a gossip central????!
114- It’s a tearoom. I haven’t heard any gossip.
(110) Don’t you find that philosophy always goes better with cheese? And marmalade makes it even better.
What is it about philosophy that most appeals to you?
(109) Agreed. I will make notation to that effect in my diary (to borrow Mr. Baker’s terminology).
(114) It is most certainly not gossip central. Wherever did you get that notion? And may I point out that question marks serve quite well when rationed one per interrogatory.
100- The begining sounds a bit like AVATAR.
Cucumber sandwich please?
117- Do you mean to insult me, madam?
116-Indeed. In answer to your question, Ithink I like Rousseau and Platon (as I mentioned on the chameleon thread) best. Plato for his writings, Rousseau for his ideas (and for his disapproval of institutionalizing minds by sending children to school). I am still trying to mount up the courage to tell my teachers that I won’t be coming to class any more becuase I am a disciple of Rousseau and I prefer myself as a noble savage. Or perhaps some things are better left unsaid. As regards Plato’s political philosophy, I think its madly optimistic but a nice picture. And Voltaire: suffice to say, Candide was hilarious. The ending was very very funny too. Oh dear, what a dreadfully long rant this has been. Ooh and I like Locke’s ideas about state of nature and etc. I don’t like metaphysicial philosophy much in general. Hmm, I hate Tabula Rasa as an idea and those Empiricists can be a little impossible in general despite my liking of Locke’s political phislosophy.
*madly, but with decent manners, consumes cheese and marmalade*
112- Thats really well said and I think its a great point. After all, if no one contributes ideas there are no ideas!
Serving wungs! Cucumber sandwich for the bookworm at table 3, please. And a complimentary pot of jasmine.
90 & 92–Of course it’s inaccurate, I made it up. I’m a creative writing major, not a historian. I leave it to posterity to correct my woeful lapses in research.
LeChatelier–writer of LeChatelier’s principle (which is applied to chemistry mostly, but has philosophical applications as well): “If stress is applied to a system at equilibrium, the system shifts to relive the stress.”
It was the only scientist I could find that started with L. I considered Leibniz, but he’s more well-known for math (calculus, specifically, and I would prefer to stay as far away from that subject as possible).
120- True, but the ideas ought to be consistent with the ideas that have gone before. If Newton hadn’t paid attention to the findings of Galileo, if Einstein had dismissed Newton’s laws out of hand, where would science be today?
Might I have some dried figs with a pinch of cheese? Or is that excessive. I leave it to the wungs to decide. And I am afraid that I require yet another muffin with Sevillan orange marmalade. Thanks dreadfully!
May I please have a muffin and some of this famous Sevillan marmalade?
As for philosophy, I hate the stuff.
No, that’s not true. I don’t know a great deal about philosophy, and I’ve absolutely nothing against it. I just don’t like Mother trying to read be boring passages from philosophy books, and I don’t like the way it’s written. I’m all for having a huge vocabulary and using it, even though I can never access mine when I want it, but not when combined with philosophical things. It seems so… I don’t know. I just don’t like it.
Wow. What are you talking about here? I can’t keep up!
125-In my opinion, an excellent choice of marmalade. Also, I know what you mean about overly prolix philosophical writing. THats a big part of the reason I like Plato. His writing are compelling as well as containing ideas. Aristotle’s bad in that sense.
123-I see what you mean. Although I still think there might be some shred in the writings that weren’t built on others’ which could be preserved and molded to fit the stuff we knew. Besides, sometimes its necessary to question what we already think we know. Without that, ideas can become stale and moldy. And unlike hard cheese, ideas are better when they’re fresh.
mint tea please.
Hmmm…I’ll have a Macintosh apple with a serving of cheddar cheese while I atempt to figure out what everyone is talking about.
My spirit of adventure has led me to proclaim that I am most desirious of trying *drumroll plays* the lime marmalade. And a standard jasmine tea please.
130- I highly recommend the lime marmalade. It is delicious.
125- I like philosophy when it’s explained in a simple sense. Philosophers often use a huge vocabulary to make their philosophy sound more philosophical, but they usually just end up making everyone miss the point.
127- I heartily agree. *heartily devours fresh cheese*
I would like a cream soda and chocolate eclairs. Even though I, ignorantly, do not know what an eclair is. (That’s pretty bad I think…)
I do not know what anyone here is talking about. *sits daintily on chair*
133 – It seems I must educate you, child. An eclair is a delightful confection, composed of puff pastry. It is roughly cylindrical, with domed ends, about 4 or 5 inches long and an inch and a half in diameter, or thereabouts. The inside is hollow, and filled with whipped cream. A thick strip of soft chocolate icing is laid along the top. I think you will enjoy it.
The addition of cream soda is positively decadent. I thoroughly approve.
134- Mmm. Couls you get me what she’s having? and a Scone?
134 – Ohh, that sounds really good.
133- They’re pretty much just cream-filled donuts. *licks lips*
131-You are entirely right! Its simply divine. Its absolutely stellar. Its a culinary marvel.
Pardon me for being late, I was climbing canyons on vacation. I’d like a cup of herbal tea. Would someone pass the kettle? What has the conversation been on here? Ah? Philosophy? It is interesting to discuss but sometimes rather difficult to fathom what it is about. Especially Kant’s categorical imperative. I once read something on that for TOK (Theory of Knowledge) class at school and it was rather… unintelligible.
There are snacks at this establishment? Mm! I would like pain au chocolat s’il vous/te playez(that is wrong, have I forgotten all of French?)/plait.
130+1- Speaking of lime marmalade, I sold some today to a man at a Fair Trade store where I volunteer. Fair trade is a practice in which the middle man is mostly eliminated, so hand made products, like jams from Swaziland, go directly to the consumer, you. Sorry if this seems like I’m up on a soap box, but I’ve felt like it really helps everybody it involves, which is why I volunteer. If I may be as so bold as to ask, are there any fairly traded products available at this fine establishment? Usually I deal in coffee at the store, but there are some great teas around too. And that fine lime marmalade from Eswatini Swazi Kitchen.
To make this post even longer, I was also thinking about the orgins of the muses, and the cultures they represent.
Mimi- Australia, Koko (and Devil)-N.America, Uraina- Europe, Chad- Africa, AEIOU- Aisa, Pwt- Africa, Bo-?, Feather-?, Crraw-? Through this analysis, could we assume that South America, and Antarctica are still needing of resident muses. Do the muses that are left mascot these continents? Or could it be ancient civilizations? Feather is still an odd hen out, but I think he’s okay with that.
The topic of conversation seems to be changing…
141 – Since when does anything ever stay the same?
GAPAs, might you have some apples on hand? From reading earlier posts on this thread I am truly craving them. If possible, not mushy at all (rather crisp, in fact) and medium tartness. If no apples are available, then I will have a muffin, please and thank you!
140- I’d suppose Feather to be South America but that is all based on some sort of instinct.
Are there any chocolate bars at this fine establishment? Is Maté tea served here? Oh! I see that there is a menu in front of me! Well! I will read it and get back to you! mm. May I have Nepalese tea please? Oh, and a sandwich of cream cheese and chives and let’s see, what else! As for cakes and things I’m afraid I’ll have to beg ignorance on the cakes with names as in ‘____ Cake’ for example Welsh Cake. I’ll have a muffin, yes, I know what muffins are, I have them for breakfast and if I’m lucky they are homemade. (the kind PB and J refers to that is, not the American sort) I sadly do not see anything with chocolate other than the Eclairs although an explanation of the cakes might remedy that. I shall continue. On half of my muffin I shall have butter and on the other half, lime marmalade please. Thank you!
142- This was supposed to be an important meeting!
(144) You can still have your meeting. More than one conversation can be happening in a tea room.
(142) No mushy apple would dare show its face at the H&H.
(139, 143) Welcome to the Hare & Hedgepig, Ms. oxlin. We’ve been looking forward to your visit. Rest assured, there is always chocolate on the premises, and as others can tell you, we often can fill requests not listed on the official menu.
144- What are we meeting about? I think this is just a bit of a nebulous tea room.
140 – Feather is from Assyria, which is technically in Asia. It was in what’s now the Iran/Iraq/Afghanistan area. Crraw is from Chicago. Bo is from Abkhazia, which is a region in Georgia (the place near Russia, not the state) It considers itself independent, but no one else recognizes it as such.
Might I have a wing button and some chamomile tea please? And oh dear, I really can’t resist an eclair. I’m afraid I’m an awful glutton. As to the Muses, I think you should break Europe up a little (Central, Northern) becuase the cultures really vary. THat way you could have 2, or maybe even 3, Muses assigned to distinct parts of Europe without resorting to Antarctica.
147- Thanks! Where did you find that? A “meet our muses”? I was too lazy to look. I also thought Georgia was independent. I guess it’s like Kosovo, with countries divided on how to view them.
What does anyone think about that? Should a country be able to declare itself independent from the motherland easily? The US has gone through both the Revolutionary and the Civil wars, so I guess we have both sides of the argument.
149- Oh yeah. We’re a bunch of hypocrites really. Although I suppose when if you look at it a little differently, wars were fought over both secessions. The only element that differed was the identity of the victor. In the first secession, the revolutionaries won, and in the second, they lost.
149) Hmmmmm. tough question. I think that if a government has been established and the people all want there to be a separate nation, the government shouldn’t stop them. But, what the people want should be relevant. If they know that they won’t be able to possibly support their nation and that they would just be sitting ducks to be taken over by surrounding non-mother countries, then it would be stupid for them to separate.
scones, pweez.
119- Not at all. I loved reading what you wrote. I was just making an observation.
140- As far as we know, Antarctica has no native people and thus nobody to create a Muse. As for South America, maybe we could find some Incan or Chavin character to be their representative.
After having been ethnic-cleansed I think Kosovo had the right to seperate. Whats that line in the declaration of independence? The long string of abuses making it fine to declare independence one. WEll, I think Kosovo suffered just that and so I think it was ok. If it was wise is another question. Its going to bring a lot of turmoil to the country in upcoming times, but maybe it was worth it. It was much easier for America becuase we don’t border England (sort of Canada but that doesn’t totally count) so an ongoing guerilla war was unlikely. The revolutionary war finished it. Kosovo is surrounded so things might be different.
Pray forgive my further silence up until this point, for I beleive that Kosovo had every right to become their own individual entity. They were being treated wrongly, and their secession was a spot on.It quite inspires me to break away from the world and do so myself.*sips earl grey tea in hare-patterened teacup* I feel quite refreshed now. Might we impound upon a new topic? I quite like the idea of talking about historical figures. I myself believe that I take after one William Barret Travis, who spurned the quote,” Remember the Alamo!” His strong leadership is an admirable quality in any muser. He might even be considered a personal hero of mine.
I don’t know anything about Kosovo, not even it’s location. Sometimes I feel I have missed a great deal.
149–I think that a country can seperate if there is an ethnic or safety reason to (i mean like if an ethnic cleansing thing was going on in a region, that region has the right to seperate). However, once they do seperate, it’s difficult to know whether the country will be recognized by the surrounding nations.
The US was an unusual case, both because we’re very large and becuse we’re not surrrounded by other potential enemies. I doubt very seriously Canada is going to take us over.
147–Crraw is from Chicago?!?
I wasn’t saying Kosovo shouldn’t be independent, I feel the opposite in fact, I was just musing. More fun to think when the tables have been ” turned” on you, I believe.
On the subject of historical figures, I feel admiration for Thor Heyerdahl, even though he’s more scientific than old. One should watch Kon-Tiki if they haven’t yet. I hope to join the ranks of the Explorers’ Club one day.
158- I started reading something about Ra by Thor Heyerdahl. I didn’t get very far. It sat on my dresser for about a year.
Historical figures *ruminates* (gosh, I love that word). Mostly authors I think. Then there are are a couple of pretty snazzy leaders too.
I really need some civilized refreshment right now. I feel awfully barbaric!
*drinks ceylon tea*
*experiences recession of barbarism*
Huzzah!
My script is dying!!
*madly consumes muffins with Sevillan orange marmalade hoping for inspiration*
Delightful!
*gives inspiration chocolate* It works every time.
Thank you, Mr. Baker.
*Sips and Tastes*
I am personally against different countries, on the basis that different countries creates rival governments, which can lead to war. On that basis, I am against religion also, as it causes war too. May I have an eclair?
149 – Wikipedia.
157 – Yep, he’s from Chicago. It’s in the list of things about him in the “Meet the Muses” page that get put in the magazine every so often.
“Meet Our Muses” on the publisher’s Web site has the same information:
http :// www .cricketmag.com/activity_display.asp?id=197
162-*munches on chocolate* Thanks awfully!
I’m afraid I seem to be double (and triple posting) all over.
*most humbly begs pardon*
But now that I’m here, before I go venture into the land of the world wide web on my quest for statistics, I think I will rest a moment. *rests a moment*
Alas, I would I could stay longer, but I have “promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
Ooh! Has anyone heard telll of the controversial comma in that poem. *clears throat* Robert Frost was no great proponent of punctuation. In the line, “THe woods are lovely, dark and deep…” he chose not to include a comma after dark (the legitimate British way, I know). However, in later years when his works were revised for compilation in a anthology, an editor decided to add that comma. A great public outcry was raised as it is believed that his intention in not using that comma was not to experiment in different nationalities’ punctuations, but rather, to imply that dark and deep were qualities that made the woods lovely, that the adjectives were not a mere list, but in fact the second two fell under the heading of the first. Since then, there has been an ongoing (and somewhat obscure) debate about the legitimacy of adding this comma. *smiles cheesy announcer smile* Oh dear, all that talking and smiling has made my throat throb. I think a cup of jasmine tea would be just the thing to soothe it. *sips* Lovely. Thanks awfully. Well, cheerio, for now.
167- Silly thing to be controversial about. I rarely put a comma before my ” and”
168-I know. But, I suppouse people must be controversial about something.
167- Sounds very interesting! I’d leave it as he had it.
170-I’m for not altering the poet’s words if possible, too. : )
Right, might I have a ceylon tea and some meyer lemon marmalade please. Thanks awfully. I’d carry on some conversation but I’m afraid I’m in the most dreadful hurry. Perhaps a little later when the urgency of my (homework) situation has subsided. For now, cheerio!
I would leave it out too. It’s “lovely *pause* dark and deep” not “lovely *pause* dark *pause* and deep”. Unless you’re an old shakespearian actor who can pull it off.
Grant’s popped into this mysterious thread that has perplexed him to the point of not visiting! A round of chocolate eclairs on me! Irish tea with honey for me! What what what! Loverly painting, I want a copy! Like I want a copy of “The Rocoulm.” But that is a lovely painting. Luv-er-ly. I love that word. ‘Tis super and terribly exciting to be here, friends.
I took another look at the poem — the comma after “lovely” is the only bit of punctuation that does not occur at the end of a line. Is that coincidence? As it happens, Randall Thompson wrote a choral setting for “Stopping By Woods.” He was the sort of composer who would pay attention to nuances of punctuation, and his piece adheres closely to the structure created by the poet: steady, fluid movement with soft halts at the end of each line, as if pausing to listen to the sounds of the woods. The extra comma does not exist in the music and has no place there.
(173) Tea and éclairs coming right up. A pleasure to see you here, Mr. O.
*has just run 8 miles in track today* Ugh, I’m bushed! *flops down on couch* Some cucumber sandwhiches and cream soda for me, thanks.
174-*looks at poem* Oh my! Thats quite true. That makes it an even worse wrong to manipulate his punctuation. *is very curious about “Stopping By Woods”* That sounds wonderful. I bet there is an internet-ized version somewhere. *resolves to listen to it sometime in the near-future*
175-Oh dear! Thats rough. My track coach may be cruel but not quite to the point of sadism (last year’s was a different story) (I’m mostly joking, by the way). *moves out of the way to allow for
Ã߀ƒ’s flop*
(176) The poem is one of seven included in a work collectively called “Frostiana.” The chorus I sing with performed it a couple of years ago. The pieces range from funny to breathtaking, and the whole thing gave me a new appreciation for Frost. He’s a much more subtle — and devious — poet than I had thought.
I’m not very familiar with Frost. My very favorite poet is Walter de la Mare.
I’m also very fond of some of Poe’s pieces, in particular “The Bells.”
I have several favorite poems, I do like “Twa Corbies” quite a lot, I think I talked about that one several months ago. I also enjoy “Kubla Khan” by Coleridge, and, ever the cliche, “Charge of the Light Brigade.” “Twa Corbies” is my favorite though.
I like Frost. And Emily Dickinson. I’ve said this before, but my favorites are definitely WH Auden, Wallace Stevens and probably TS Eliot, too. Lord Byron is wonderful. And Percy Byshe Shelly. Robert Browning I don’t like as much (you know he gave his friend’s kid a poeticised version of “The Pied Piper of Hamlin” as a get-well president, how morbid) but he’s got some charm. And then….*drones on*
(I’m changing to the origins again) AEIOU is from Asia, maybe China, Japan, or Korea. I thought China because of the Ying and Yang sign (?) on her. Now I remember, she’s from Mongolia! Obviously Koko’s is the God of Tunes and Tricks (Native American. Arizona), and Urania is a Greek Muse (Greece), and Craww is from Chicago. Mimi is DEFINITELY from Australia!
Koko- Arizona
Chad- Mali (Odd, that, you’d think it would be-nevermind.)
Aeiou- Ulaanbataar
Bo- Abkhazia
Urania- Athens
Feather- Assyria
Crraw- Chicago
Pwt- Egypt
Mimi- Australian outback
183- Chad?
184- Yes, Man, it was a small joke.
How is everyone enjoying those eclairs?
180- Twa Corbies! I love that one. It’s so delightfully morbid. *shivers*
174–yes, I’ve sung that piece before, it’s very nice and captures the poem nicely
175–good job! 8 miles is no small feat!
Okay, perhaps there can be more than one conversation, but this one is abandoned!
“Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sail blaw for evennair,
The wind sail blaw for evennair.”
Love that one. Reminds me of overcast days and windswept fields.
175) 8 miles? I can barely do one! *gives a lot of muffins*
185 – Yes, some people here seem to be expert joke-ruiners.
The eclairs are delectable!
181-My favorite comic poet is Lewis Carroll, and my favorite serious poet is Emily Dickinson.
I haven’t read any good poetry lately. Praps because AP English is over and the overanalyzation of poems makes me angry. So I’m taking a break. Anyone got any to recommend to someone who likes “Twa Corbies?”
I don’t get what this thread is about?! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
194- I’m just hanging out discussing the things I would in an environment like this.
Cream soda for me today, please.
Unfortunately, I don’t find much opportunity to read poetry (or anything that isn’t specifically for school, now that I think about it). But I did read “Ode to a Grecian Urn” in English today. ‘Twas interesting.
I love the poem ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ by T. S. Eliot.
197-Moi aussi! (Little injection of Coy Woodnesse there). I adore the Michelangelo line.
Thank heavens! The dulcimer music survived extremely high temperatures and I’m listening to it now. ‘Tis lovely. All my old favorites survived, the ones that I couldn’t find anywhere else.
Oh, I’ve just been asking around about excellent poetry. My personal favorites are Shakespeare, e e cummings, and T. S. Eliot. What sort of poetic taste this displays is more of a question, as I’m not really sure I have any.
And I would like to direct you here.
I love dramatically reading poetry to my friends while they try to conduct conversations. They’re pretty tolerant people, in fact, when I think of it. I feel very poemy today. But I have too much homework to create, so I’ll just recite (from memory this time) some, as in the first verse, of the Isles of Greece.
The isles of Greece,
The isles of Greece,
Where burning Sappho loved and sung where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose and Phebos sprung,
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
And it goes on
…I adore that poem.
Writing my script (the main character is a Spanish poet as it takes place during the Spanish civil war) has made me appreciate Frederico Garcia Lorca, too.
*sips ceylon tea*
*munches scones*
This thread has been shockingly subdued as of late. THe influx of posts is significantly decreased. It’s receded to a normal thread level, whereas once it surpassed even the random thread in postings. *resolves to conduct a case study of these odd circumstances some time in the near (very subjective term, thank goodness) future and write and subsequently publish a book entitled, “The Rise and Fall of the Hare and the Hedgepig thread”* I’m being a terrible dramatist right now seeing as there were 11 posts yesterday but I feel the need to make some sort of bold statement. *hands over choklit to popopo who she expects are ruthlessly pursuing her for her double posting all over the place* *feels guilty at being an outlaw* *continues to delicately munch scones and begins on cucumber sandwiches* Very delectable, these!
I believe I will have a scone and a cup of hot peppermint tea, please.
202- I’ve noticed. It’s not really inactive, it’s just not as active.
*moves nearer to the fire* It’s really cold out. *wraps fingers around teacup. Ah, I’m so glad that in this universe they make clothes that are both formal and warm.
I’m surprised I didn’t find spam, spam, cheese, and spam, and spam, spam, spam, spam… On the menu
Here is Vendaval’s design for H&H playing cards.
nice. maybe just use the HH for the back? What’s it for?
206~ THF asked if anyone would like to start a game of cards, but wondered if such a dine establishment would abide. Mr. Baker replied that the Queen used to, so it was indeed respectable. Unless there was gambling. He then proceed to establish a sugar cube-currency system : )
…So I think THF sent some of her ideas in too, but this was my graphical design debut! I’d love to see anyone else’s ideas. On another note, I’ve compiled a Flash-designed interactive timeline, without actual information, but it would be really cool if it worked. I don’t know if the gapas can handle the file (it’s a .swf, or .fla for flashplayer). Anyone else think making a short, bullet form history of MB would be fun, or am I a crazy historian? (All the best patterns are found by insane people after all!)
I love this establishment!
May I have another eclair?
I will play cards with anyone!
I’m no hand at cards, I’m afraid. But being a specator of a good game (played with integrity, mind you) would be delightful. Might I have an eclair? Thanks awfully.
An eclair, please. Thank you.
We could actually play (ahem) BS, I think, but I’m not sure if it’s elegant or respectable enough for this establishment. And it would take a little creativity on how to deal the cards…
I do play cards, of a few varieties.
I play Texas Hold ‘Em. Poker with sugar cubes might be fun. “I’ll see your demarara and raise you three white… ”
But that leaves the problem of dealing. How is one person to know what their own cards are while nobody else does, and how to keep the cards random? I’m sure the GAPAs could manage something, but that would require tiresome effort on their part, and I’m not sure at all that we should ask them to do that.
I play Black Jack, Cribbage, and a variety of Rummy. Plus Spoons, which might be fun, but very difficult in the H&H.
I also know War, BS, Old Maid, and varied other simple card games. I don’t know Poker, though. Could someone explain how to play?
Most students prefer to play cards on campus, in Muse Academy’s common rooms and student lounge. The atmosphere there is informal, and nobody tells you to sit up straight and stop fidgeting.
Halloo! I’m just here for a quick stop and a little refreshment before I skip daintily off to the bunny thread. *sips chai tea* Charming, this! Cheerio for now, though. ‘Fraid I really can’t stay.
I’m in the process of making a deck, which, when your only resource is an ancient version of Microsoft Paint, is somewhat akin to “wrestling with a Balrog.” (Robert Coontz)
I could attempt to teach you guys ERS.
216- ERS?
Oh dear, I made a typo. That was meant to be directed towards Miss La Mort, not Mr. POSOC.
216- can you access GIMP, or Inkscape? They’re open source programs that would give you a bit of a bigger selection of tools. More complex if you’ve never used anything but Paint, but I’m sure you could figure it out.
Could any Gapa tell me if they could handle a Flash/.swf file on the blog? Should I just email it in?
Wungy, dear, could I have a large pot of English Breakfast, a lightly toasted teacake and a slice of Battenberg? Thank you.
Yes, I know it’s nowhere near breakfast, but I’ve been playing music for a joust all day, and I need a good, strong cuppa to pick me up.
Now then, perhaps we could play a game of cards without fixed rules. Let’s just play cards which we happen to have in our hands, and invent the rules and the scoring system by consensus. The best, or most ludicrous, argument as to why the card is legitimate or otherwise decides the rule, which need not apply to the next card played. Assuming the card is deemed legitimate, the score is determined by donation from other players. The prettiest card is likely to win, so scores will be determined by both the front and back of the card. I do hope this won’t get too heated.
I’m going to begin by playing the first card, then going to bed, because I really HAVE been playing at a joust all day. It’s what I do sometimes. Nighty-night.
Three of hares.
I do apologise. I completely forgot my own system. I’m just tired. It’s watching horses. It always does it.
Correction – Three of Hares, plain burgundy back with gold edging.
Queen of Hares.
7 of hedgepigs, a little prickly to the touch due to the presence of miniscule hairs. The outside rim is black with an epic poem depicting the battle between the cruel and heartless hot pink bunnies and the valiant hedgepings inscribed. The font is Edwardian. The front of the card is made out of purple from Tyre (the finest type I, assure you) and has the following words inscribed on it,
Hedgepig
Few can defeat this fearsome beast,
And few know the proper amount of yeast,
Involved in making two loafs of bread,
Likewise, few can stand on their head.
But those who conquer these adverse foes,
Those heroes who from the ordinary rose,
Will be happy in life,
And without a care,
Never again stumbling on a chair,
Or accidently intaking a rotten pear,
Or wandering into the den of a bear.
Around this poems are somewhat sanguinary images of people stubbing their toes in various creative ways (including dropping a wire-bound composition notebook with pictures of monkeys dressed in pink plaid adorning its pages into their mouths, being disgusted by the taste and subsequently spitting it out onto one’s toe). The cards smell faintly like the breath of monkeys who have consumed an inordinate amount of ricola drops. Though others have said that the smell bears more resemblance to that of ricola drops marinated in olive oil with a little bit of cumin. The question is still in debate. The border of the front of the card is neon pink, adorned with tiny birthday cakes (7 candles apiece) and the words happy birthday. I am grasping it between my pinky and pointer (this requires a lot of effort) and oggling it.
Nine of Roses – A dark green card with crimson edging and a pattern of intertwined briars on the back. It has a silky texture, and the front of the card is cream colored with nine roses.
Deal me in. I have no idea of the rules, but from a preliminary reading of Paul Baker’s post, that seems to be the point.
My card? Oh. OK. Knave of Herons.
The back is patterned with two leaping white fish on a blue-purple chequered background. The front depicts a man with a bristling moustache grasping a fishing spear and a ceremonial, tourmaline-studded shield, wearing navy blue breeches and a white doublet with a purple heron crest. Upon his head he wears something like a bishop’s mitre, around the metal rim of which is engraved “We are the fighting Uruk-hai.” A telescope and globe lie at his feet.
My goodness, I just had a good idea. I’ll be back in a minute.
I am in desperate need of a fresh peppermint tea at the moment. Desperate. *sips hysterically*. That was close. Being seized by a sudden case of must-have-peppermint-itis is simply dreadful.
Hello everyone! Ah, yes. It’s Friday. Friday! What a relaxing way to end a long week…..
I am playing the King of Eclairs, which has a background of eclairs with a picture of Master Baker in the center.
229- It seems we’re playing with a deck that has over four suits. This is beginning to bear a strange resemblance to Cripple Mr. Onion…
I play a Deuce of Herons, creating a Flush Mountain. Chorley Cakes now trump. Hand passes widdershins.
*not playing, just watching* Yes, someone must have shuffled a different deck into the standard H&H deck. Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll manage.
230- *boggled* What? Hand passes widdershins? *passes hand to person next to me* *accepts someone else’s hand*
*looks at card*
Hare of Muffins *Is confured*
It looks like a muffin, with bunny ears.
I’ll draw two from the deck.
Hmm- *thinks* I defer and bolt.
Aha, the game’s afoot!
I donate 5 wung points each to Hypatia and POSOC for their exhaustive expostions of their respective card backs, 2 points to Alice for introducing roses (I like roses), 3 to The Bookworm for blatant sycophancy, and 2 to The Man for Aeiou for merging comestibles.
And, of course, 3 more to POSOC for that widdershins pass, which was very sneaky. It completely floored Alice.
Luckily, I have a response. I’m going to play Cobb’s Gambit, first inversion. Queen of Hedgepigs, slide left, draw two, cut the deck, Four of Herons. The latter in cerise, with a raised silver-blue overmantel. I’ll use Vendeval’s Back for the Queen. It will do very nicely.
And, yes, I can play two cards, because it’s an inverted gambit. Since there’s been a widdershins pass in this round, the slide is also inverted, which puts me a turn behind before the cut. It also, of course, prevents POSOC playing the Jack of Muffins, which would be his obvious next move.
Meanwhile, a pot of White China, I think, and a brace of pikelets with gooseberry jam.
Huzzah for wung points
Right, in view of the sudden turn this game has taken I intend to play the most fearsome card e’er seen by man…The Rabid Heron.
The Rabid Heron (a Jack, naturally) is off-white and has been lightly singed at the edges. Covering up most of the burned spots, are butterfly bandaids with pictures of proton accelerators through the ages. In the middle of the card is a heron wearing a plastic viking helmet and purple plaid trousers with orange polka-dots on them and smashing underfoot (or should I say under neon orange loafer) a scarab beetle. The J’s in the corner are in Zapfino. On the other side, there is a poem.
The rabid heron is a horrible thing,
Of all bad monsters, the fearsome king.
It attacks all that it sees,
No matter if they go down on their knees,
Pleading and beggin not to be hurt,
No matter if their name is Bert.
It foams at the mouth,
In a most uncouth way,
Even when one yells at it,
“Just stay away.”
Around the poem are cows chewing grass.
*folds card into origami crane heron* *launches it at other players*
The famed heron toss. Beware!
I’m using the Sneak Steal special move by playing the Kokonspiracy over Master Baker’s Queen of Hedgepigs. As I used a Sneak Steal, that enables me to steal three of POSOC’s wung points, putting me in the lead with 6 points to Hypatia and POSOC’s 5 points. End Turn.
238-Uses the “immorality of theft move” (booming “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s goods”, while standing up) to return points to owner.
239-Bother! I’m playing Anarchism, a card with a multicolored, split, and unsymetrical background. Anarchism allows me to “Do whatever I want!” with pictures of Emma Goldman and other famous anarchists on the card. I’m also playing Atheism, which when combined with Anarchism, gives me back POSOC’s 3 wung points. I’m also stealing your wung points with my Anarchism! I’m winning again!
Yes, well I’m playing the Haymarket Riot card and getting Alexander Berkman arrested and Emma ostracized. Plus I am playing two stroke cards, which kills the Emma Goldman Card. Without it, all you have is part of the anarchist card and I am playing the Franco card to combat that. Let the best card win. As I am the symbol of law and order, (*pounds gavel*) rather than take all those purloined wung points for myself, if I win, I should like them reutrned to their proper owners. Finally, I am playing a ricola cough drop card (card smells lovely, by the way) just for good measure.
I’m playing the misspelling card! It reads:
Dis kerd es fur peple wid funny foughts dat dei r unabel to xpriss bekuz dey kannut spill. Giv it tu anione end dei will stert to fink a lut and spil vry badlie. Da curs of da so-uften misspilled aardvarks, be upun u!
The story behind it is as follows. Aardvarks of the Aakapatui clan were tired of having their names be misspelled. THey thought, “Why must it always be the word aardvarks. Let us spread a scourge over humanity so that it will misspell all words but Aardvark.” With this in mind they went to their healer, Aaron. But, he said, “You crazy, boys? Dat is impossible.” Being somewhat sanguine and fiery creatures, they banished him and said that he could only return if he discovered how to perform the impossible. Aaron was scared of the dark, so he hated the idea of being banished (you aren’t allowed to bring a flashlight with you). In a last effort to appease the “boys” he said he would make 25 cards. He who held each of these cards would, whenever elucidating deep thoughts, misspell all words but aardvark. The “boys” were appeased, the cards made, and spread throughout humanity, and the rest, well, the rest is history.
From no one, all card players with very deep and penseive thoughts must spill vry bidly! Mwahaha. (Note: this only applies to deep thoughts)
Wait, now this applies to me too (lucky that wasn’t a very deep thought, or it would have been unintelligible). Aahhhhh!
*plases kard on taibl*
I play the Wet Rabbit, which forces every player to discard one card and hop around the table on one foot.
Oh wait, I forgot to mention that “Wet Rabbit” is the Jack/Knave of Hares. It has a blindingly pink back edged with little bright blue wave patterns. The front of the cards has the same wavelet-pattern, but instead of being blue they are now pink. The front of the card depicts a pink rabbit wearing swimming trunks and various flotation devices swimming in a lake.
I’m so glad Rebecca and Paul opened the H&H.
*hops around the table on one foot*
Discards the card, “For Discarding”. Mwahahaha! This card is specially tailored for times like this when one is asked to discard a card.
If unly evry cituashon in lithe hed a kard purrfektly taleored for et!
Plays, the potently evil Homework Card. I would describe it but I think we all know it only too well. Plus I have some to do!
245- My goodness, so am I. *sips China White tea and consumes an eclair* *watches the game*
(247) *sips specially ordered Puerh*
To think that in a less enlightened age, people like theseus would have been crammed into dark, dismal institutions. Now we just give them directions to the Hare and Hedgepig.
I’d like some China Gunpowder tea please, and a scone with clotted cream, thank you.
I think I’ll just watch the game. Im not very good at cards.
245-As am I.
*sips ceylon tea and munches on a wung button*
I am going to play the zeppelin card. It is capable of flying thanks to an ingenious mechanism inplanted in it. It hates being called a balloon (Monty Pythonians probably recognize this). The back of the card depicts a blue sky with fluffy white clouds (6 of ’em). Around the border little quotations are written in Comic sans:
“This is not a ballon, this is a zeppelin, if you want to play with ballons, go outside!”
“This is a zeppelin. Balloons are for Kiddiewinkies.”
“This is not a balloon. THis is a zeppelin. GO outside and see.”
(Not entirely accurate Monty Python lines).
The front of the card is somewhat randomly decorated with tigers wearing ruffs and cows wearing loafers and monkeys wearing plaid skirts. The card smells intensely like gas. It is sticky to the touch (due to the fact that it is coated in honey).
In retaliation, I play the Hula Hoop card. It’s a round-shaped card, very glittery. Dimly beneath the glitter you can see pictures of children playing with hula hoops.
*hula hoops feverishly*
To counter that, I will play the infamous blank card. *puts nothing on the table* Not even air in the place of this card. A void. Entirely and completely nothing.
*lays down blank cards in the shape of an * Hahaha, the infamous hand!
Wow, nice game! *watches* *orders mint tea and sponge cake politely*
I will play the mobius strip card in which everyone must, in turn, tell a mobius strip story. (I just joined the game if that is alright)
255- What’s a mobius strip?
I will play the Knave of Roses and the Queen of Hares, which, of course, creates a Pasteboard Court. Since the Nash quotation stretches the Rhyming Rule, I can now lay down a Knave of Muffins. Null widdershins and peanut butter. I bet two demarara and a wung point to the Northeast.
And for my mobius strip story:
“…an ordinary person walking along in the woods. He had only gone a few miles when a bright light shone in front of him and a magenta rabbit popped out of thin air. “I’m sorry, sir,” it said, “but you have been randomly selected by the patrons of the Hare and Hedgepig to be placed in a closed time loop. In a few seconds you will return to a minute ago with no memory of this occurence. Goodbye.”
The man started to run, but a bright light overtook him and surrounded him. He dropped to the ground, dazed, then stood up and began walking forward, slightly perplexed. He had no idea he was anything more than an ordinary person walking along in the woods…”
This resembles Calvinball, but with cards.
I lay down a Library, thus allowing me to draw three cards from the deck. I add a King of Hedgepigs to POSOC’s Pasteboard Court, and play a run of four (2, 3, 4, 5 of Eclairs). Turn over.
I lay down a Seven of Peanut Butter and a Deuce of Chorley Cakes. Trump and peanut butter gives me a Peanut Brittle. Invoking the Nash Quotation, I add a ten to the Pasteboard Court and challenge Bookworm to an Eclair Duel for our wung points.
256 – A ring of paper with a twist in it, technically a one-sided thing.
259 – I LOVE Calvinball!
Oh, I see. Mobius strip story:
Once upon a time there was a girl named Alice, who was trying to knit a hat. Unfortunately, something happened, and she ended up with a mobius strip instead. She wriggled through it and come out in an alternate universe.
Yes. That was a lame story. But oh well.
I play an Ace of Triumph, which gives all players the option to give me one wung point or discard three.
*Discard three cards, not wung points.
259-I adore Calvinball
*gives one wung point to Alice*
I play a pessimist card, allowing me to drop a half-empty glass of water on your wung points and drowning 4 of them. As a precaution, I also play a torch card to burn any flotation devices set out. Finally, I play a “Foot rhymes with boot” card and invoke the bad rhyme rule. I put three trebuchets into my terrible rhyme black hole, transporting them to the white hole created by my use of blank cards. Invoking the tea with muffins rule, I equip my trebuchets with miniature muffins to operate them and send them hurdling through space. Finally, I play a chokaholic card, and invoke the factoids rule, allowing my trebuchets to complete the Meringue military operating from peanut Pentagon.
But- but- *has -1 wung points*
I play a Reincarnation card, which brings back my wung points in the form of platypus points, and by playing the April showers card, my Army of May Flowers challenges the Meringue military. The dice land on seven, thus forcing us each to give up half our army. I draw a Temporary Alliance card, and offer it to Hypatia.
*reads Alice’s post*
*takes back wung point*
*hands “monkey ate caviar” card*
What? I’m sorry, that post made no sense at all.
I play three gargoyle cards and one kamakazi card (which takes away 6 of my wung points). For the gargoyle cards, I invoke the fractal rule and thereby strengthen my meringue military from chai tea level to ceylon tea level. I now invoke the paranoid parent rule, and erect a small force field around the card I play as a Army General (Fossilized fishcard, naturally) which lasts for one turn. FInally, I bet three ricola cough drops on my next hand. Any takers?
I accept the temporary alliance card, on the condition that my General force field be left in peace.
Oh, wait. It was wung points. I thought it was cards. Never mind. *gives back wung point* *takes back “monkeys eat caviar*
270- I’ll take your three ricola cough drops, and raise you one battered copy of The Hobbit.
271- Very well.
I play a Wild Goose Chase card, which returns two cards of all players except Hypatia (given the temporary alliance) to the main deck.
273-Done.
Huzzah for temporary alliance. I play one roundpoint (the driving/traffic diversions) card which slows down the game by compelling everyone to rotate each of their cards 360 degrees before making their next move.
*rotates cards*
*has deep thought*
De tabls shur r terning!
Mayhaps a new thread would not be altogether out of place? *pleads*
*also rotates cards* *looks at them* Hey!
Plays Palindrome, only playable after a roundpoint card, which limits all conversation for the next five minutes to palindromes.
Alright, I am going to play a mirror card (a piece of tinfoil in which it is possible to see one’s reflection), cut the deck, pull a random card from the midst of the top half and invoke The Law Of Confuzzlement allowing me to add two muffins to my meringue military and take two random cards from the deck. I will then employ the tuneless song rule, allowing me to hum loudly without remonstrance.
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
I will now play the “eht yalp won lliw I.”
My only option thanks to Alice’s deft use of the card, save perhaps changing my name to otemanymgnignahcspahrepevasdracehtfoesuftedsecilaotsknahtnoitpoylnoym.
I’m going to play a set of eights (muffins, roses, herons, and hedgepigs), draw a card from the bottom of the deck, and create a Amphitheater. I also invoke the Universal Rule, which allows me to play a card from another universe, upon which is inscribed the following:
Ø¥∂å ∑¬¶
I take another card from the deck.
278- You’re safe by now. That card ended at 4:31 MB time.
I will retaliate by playing a card pulled from my bad rhyme vortex to counter Alice’s alternate universe card. In exchange, I deposit, my rabid muffin card in the black hole. I use heron lumberjack cards to construct a barack for my meringue military (denoted to Ceylon tea after Alice’s assault) and invoke the Nash quote rule allowing me draw a complimentary card at the recitation of a quote.
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.
I draw an epic battle between the roses and the muffins card (7 of roffins).
My card is a Jack of All Trades. One side is black with gold-leaf edging and the face side depicts a rakish-looking young man with a goatee, dressed in black. It is a wild card–it can play as any other card.
Right, as High Bailiff, I’m playing the Golden Wung. End of Round 1. Could someone add up the scores, please?
Round 2 – I’m putting 17 wung points on the table, and a contra-rotating deck. You may begin. Mind your fingers, please. I’m going to bed. Nighty-night!
I play a King of Eternal Confusion, invoke the New Rule of Wonderland Gardens, which allows me to play a Rose Bouquet (five miscellaneous cards from the Rose suit), and recite “Anabel Lee”, allowing me to discard my last card, Ten of Poets, and draw a new hand.
284-That sure will be difficult to counter, but I have plans.
*executes projectilepastry pass* I play a Craww card, devaluing 4 of the ten poets by one peanut point. I invoke the gory hedgepigs unite rule and play the 5 most sanguinary cards in my hand. I challenge Alice’s Rose Bouquet to an eclair duel with them. Finally, I invoke the HG2 The Universe Rule, allowing me to take three cards from the black hole without depositing any in return on the condition that one of these is a purple towel card.
I play the Urania Card, turning the black hole into a wormhole, and giving me four cards from hypatia’s hand.
I play the “AutoRecovery Card” which retrieves two of said cards.
I then play the “Snowball Earth” card and freeze three of your wung points into non-existence (very hard to hold that card due to its freezing temperature). Finally, I play the “Metamorphisis Card which turn my points into cockraches called “Samsa” cards.
As The Bookworm, I steal Alice’s Library and play the Librarian with a Cleaver from a Horror Story! To counter Hypatia’s HG2TG play, I play the Frogstar Robots, who enable me to burst into your eclair duel. Using my old King of Eclairs, I win the duel and seize the wung points. I also play Lewis Carroll, (King of Mad Authors) to enable New New Wonderlandish rules and allow me to play the Cheshire Cat, (Incarnation One) to protect my 10 wung points!
Upping the stakes, are we? Well, it’s time to get serious.
The Unfinished Duel Rule allows me to draw an eclair card. The contra-rotating deck enables me to pass my wung point 45 degrees turnwise, putting me a variable behind but sending up three of my other wung points. I play the King of Eclairs (lovely chocolate-brown and cream-white chequered back, African man in fur cloak wearing tarnished bronze crown, cerise background with liger circumspect) and place a wung point at each cardinal direction, creating a Castle Wall. Finally, I call the battered Hobbit copy and raise twenty demarara.
288- Ooh- clever move. Fortunately, I happen to have an Incarnation Three and Two, which gives me a Threesome Run, leaving your wung points unprotected. Furthermore, my Castle Wall is reinforced by the Vanishing Grin, under the Auspices of Macabre.
I use the “Global Warming” card to unfreze wung points, and plays the HPB card to eat Bookworm’s cheshire cat, and then play another HPB card to eat and give to me Bookworm’s wung points.
I play the Alice’s realistic sister card to counteract your move.
THe one who didn’t want to play kings and queens becuase she did not like the idea of being more than one person. She decreases your creativity ceylon by 7. Oh, and I play a muffin of morbidity, promoting my meringue military to jasmine tea level!
288- You aren’t much fun to play with, you know.
I play the Script Frenzy Card, increasing my creativity ceylon by 100. I then play the icing of eclairs, making the table messy.
289- That is a brilliant move. Had to say that. It made me laugh an awful lot. And I match your stakes.
I play the Rachel Carson card to counteract your global warming one. I then invoke the magnetic pole rule allowing me to replicate exactly the configuration of POSOC’s wung points. I place my wung point compass on top of the Columbus card (depicting Columbus looking through a telescope of the deck of the Nina, while Kokopelli splatters him with a meringue pie). This, by way of the “Quests to Discover” rule, liberates the cards in my reserve stock to be used in a hand for the next three turns. Finally, I construct a with blank cards allowing me to imitate Alice be sheer force of jealousy and transform one of my points into platypus points.
I play a Queen of Hedgepigs, giving me a Pasteboard Court. This also creates a Royal Marriage. Eclairs and hedgepigs are now trumps, with the Wung of Jasmine acting as coeficcient.
I erect a three week wall in the path of your screnzy card (not your screnzy, Godspeed with that one) decreasing your creativity ceylon by 1/3. I then place 4 opaque one color cards together (cubist style all the way) and thereby increase my creativity ceylon by 3. Finally, for the sake of convenience, I employ rule 231 (section V, Article X) allowing me to rename all of my points “menagerie points”.
I play the Australian card, making all platypus points on the board become worthless kangaroo points, which get stuck in the icing of eclairs.
295- Why, thank you very much. *blushes* I already had a wung point in the Northeast, so it wasn’t all that hard to circumscribe. The Unfinished Duel rule helped a lot, as well. Hopefully I now have a power base on which to construct my next few hands.
By the way, I thought of a name for this game. “Paker” (a portmanteau of Baker and poker), otherwise known as “Iceland Hold ’em.”
297- ha, you played those just in time.
((and My Screnzy’s doing great. I’m on page 74)
I complete my peanut pentagon by turning all of my cards 37.3 degrees to the right. I then use a contract card to house my meringue military (jasmine tea) in said edifice.
299-Your command of the rules is admirable. I vote aye to the name.
Yes, my comments no longer vanish into the void! They are here.
Using a “lumberjack muffin with meyer lemon” card, I join my brittle baracks with my peanut pentagon, creating a peanut brittle complex.
300-I quite agree. In the knick of time, so to speak. Spiffing screnzying, you have twice what I have.
Hem. hem. I now play a procrastination card, allowing me to stay on Museblog without doing my history until 5 minutes from now. Huzzah!
I’ll order the usual (Chai tea, wung buttons with lime marmalade), so that this thread doesn’t totally metamorphose from a tea room into a gambling den.
I believe I’ll play a Deuce of Chorley Cakes on the north cardinal, and reinforce it with my remaining wung point. Using Complimentary Ordnance 14, Hypatia’s compliment in 295 gives me 3 creativity ceylon points.
Sorry I haven’t been around! I’d like a simple cup of that oh-so-delicious peppermint tea to perk me up.
I draw a Lyrical Cat and play my remaining Story Point to gain the Southwest corner along with fifteen menagerie points. Then I move a statue along the base of the board to connect it one of my Escarpments, giving me five wung points and allowing me to draw another card. It’s a Creativity Spree, and I gain twenty Creativity Ceylon and move my statue to secondary defense.
Rebecca, do you know Two Green Wungs? It’s a folk tune for piano, but it goes well with… the Elizabethan instrument that Paul plays and once described as an “assault oboe.” *forgets name* Anyhow, I think it would fit the mood of the tea room at this point nicely.
*looks down at plate.* *Relizes I just ate my last eclair* *orders two more* *and a cup of what ever tea the Propitiators (Did I spell that right?)recommend*
306-Hudry Gurde. (I didn’t spell that right but oh well.)
Might I pinch of that peppermint tea. With an extra dollop of honey. THanks awfully!
I translate my cubist art T(subscript)3,0 to join it into my peanut brittle complex. By playing another metamorphosis card, I transform my barracks into a museum, in which my cubist art lies. The creation of a musem gives me 2 creativity ceylon points. Further, I play my “Perforated Edges Card”, allowing me to take the card furthest to the left of the table out of play.
305- Since when do we have a board? *shrugs* Since now, apparently.
I’ll invoke the Auspices of Macabre. *draws three cards and turns one over on the table*
Hmm. I’ll play a Knave of Peanut Butter, completing my Pasteboard Court.
Pardon me, I seem to have miscalculated my name on the previous post. Now, I plan on playing the penseive brow card. This forces all players to have at least one deep thought in the course of the game. THanks to the influence of my aardvark card, when elucidated, this deep thought must be badly spelled.
307- Proprietors, actually.
(306) Do you mean the shawm?
Is that the one about the wungs who swam the key-lime sea / and never will come back to me?
I thnk I wl joen dis gam.
AMAZING DEEP THOUGHT ALERT.
So, what’s happening in this game?
–CAT’S MEOW
311- if strang throesy is reel musica is a reel wurld.
Right. I mentioned before that my points were in compass, freeing my reserve stocks so I realized that I had best change my name. Now, thanks to my compass (4 menagerie points and a Columbus card), I can employ my reserve stock for whatever uses I want. I therefore pull 8 cards from said stock, so that I now hold a total of thirteen in my card. Under the unlucky number rule, I am entitled to
a) cause one card disaester resulting in the general loss of 1/2 wung or similair point
b) pull one vortex card, allowing me to utilize three cards from alternate universes that were not initially in my hand, but transported there by tesseration.
I choose the latter option. I therefore now hold 3 alternate universe cards and 11 of our universe cards (I had to relinquish two as a universe-to-universe tariff, all this fuss about protectionism these days).
itt’z reeli od hauw dis gaymm izz evaalvyngg. Furrst et wuz discrippshun, den al-owt warr, naow uh sorrt uv caerfull strattijee.
OK, the deep thought’s over with.
I’m going to lay claim to the 17 wung points on the table. Any challengers?
I believe I will challenge you for those 17 wung points, even though I have absolutely no idea what is going on.
–CAT’S MEOW
I play the Crow Girls card, turning all Wung points into sugar which I then eat. I then fly to a new strategic position and capture 37 and three fourths in Tomten Gold (those flat glass things used to play mancala) I then munch my pan au chocolat.
I challenge your claim on the grounds of your pasteboard court’s (gerund!! I am doing those in English class) not having a museum and I lay my claim to it on basis of the peanut brittle complex; civilized and militarily strong.
313- Yes! Now I remember that verse! And yes, I meant the shawm.
316- I must congratulate you on that move. You could have bypassed the tariff with a Knave of Hares, though. His personification is notorious for smuggling.
318- I’ll open from the North with my Deuce of Chorley Cakes. With the aid of my Pasteboard Court, I will then invoke the Nash Quotation and stretch the Rhyming Rule, flinging several poorly baked pancakes and splattering your South front with gooey, cold batter.
I put a full house of scones down, giving the wung points back.
321-Why thank you. A very good point about the knave of hares. Good of you to mention it too.
318-If you have no idea whats going on, you have exactly the right idea. Or at least, thats what I have noticed.
319-I invoke the “Medicalism” rule, allowing me to point out that the crow (after having eaten those cubes of sugar) will aqquire serious problems with her teeth (though, she won’t get hyper, as we know from Muse), I play a dentist card and will treat her if you desire her recovery for one science ceylon.
*watching* Wow.
I play the Monkey-Man card, which officially takes all 17 wung points by reason of suspecting WMDs (Weird Muse Dealers) in the vicinity. I win. No one can tell me that I didn’t.
Sorry to all the Republicans out there.
I lay down, I mean consume, an asprin to combat my rising headache springing from utter confusion about this game.
326- I play the Contested Election Card, removing you from office.
I then invoke the Attraction clause of the Magnetic Pole rule, causing my North wung points to become covalent with Hypatia’s South wung point, and allowing me passage through the South into her Castle Wall.
I panic, but play the phalinx card. Leaving my phalinx of arms-bearing muffins to fight, I take several rabid herons in through the passage created by POSOC to his side of the board. There, I play a card that proudly proclaims that mouth and uncouth rhyme and in the bad rhyme vortex generated, I place a small chocolate with a time bomb concealed inside it (copyright Cat’s Meow) whcih triggers a thousand volcanoe explosions, which release greenhouses gases into the air and heat it up, scorching POSOC’s warriors.
Dis is spidily beecuming sum sorte uf a wer.
329- The Vanishing Grin gulps down both the greenhouse gases and the rabid herons, then disappears. I then rotate my Deuce of Chorley Cakes once widdershins, seizing Hypatia’s South wung point and breaking the connection between Castle Walls.
I politely concede. And get 3 wung points for being a good loser. Just spare me my museum. Don’t be a Phillistine and pillage art. Or I will ask the Lewis Caroll editor to intercede.
331- If you’ll forgive me for paraphrasing Alexander the Great: “My quarrel is with Hypatia, not her art.”
Now my only challenger is Vocalization of Feline. If she doesn’t contest my claim, I will take in all 17 wung points.
*is revived by POSOC’s civilized sentiments about art*
Take a creativity ceylon for that.
Hem. Hem. I got three wung points for conceding. I could have made it a pyhric victory for you (Well, probably not, but still). Maybe I will just take 2. Is that alright? I can relinqiush them all, but beware. It would be wise to appease me (becuase my empty threats are simply mortifying).
333- Actually, it wouldn’t be a Pyrrhic victory. The capture of your South wung point alone would be, but remember, I’ve eliminated you from the competition for the 17 wung points on the table.
Wow. What IS happening here?
Right. But I could have made you suffer for eliminating me. Is it alright if I keep the two wung points then? Or should I just take one. I just love having 3. 2 is my least favorite number, so you see I’d rather have three points. But, I don’t mind giving them up. By the way, am I still in the game? By the way, who am I? Wow, now I really am confuzzled.
Right. But I could have made you suffer for eliminating me. Is it alright if I keep the two wung points then? Or should I just take one. 2 is my least favorite number and three is my favorite, so you see I’d rather have three points. But, I don’t mind giving them up. By the way, am I still in the game? By the way, who am I? Wow, now I really am confuzzled. Anyway, I think I shan’t play any more tonight as I am worn out. One more post after mine and this thread will have had 100 posts in one day, which is a spiffing record.
Alright, since VOF hasn’t been around, I’m going to take the wung points into my Castle Wall. The Delayed Duel rule allows her to play an Eclair at any point in this round, thus forcing me to place the wung points back on the table and contest her for them.
I’ll now place one of my CC points at each cardinal direction, creating a Broken Orange Bastion and double-reinforcing my Wall.
This is going to be an epic battle. *reserves front row seats* *sips peppermint tea*
*sits at the piano and idly plays “The Last Wung of Meringue Falls” in the background*
*applauds* Lovely!
341- An excellent soundtrack choice, and very well played.
So. Who’s still in?
324- I point out that crows don’t have teeth. I then invoke the riddle rule which states that those who wish must give a riddle and those who answer correctly get Wung points.
343 (your post wasn’t up earlier) I’m in but as a creatively sporadic player. I’m not playing to win. Well, if I did win, that’d be cool too. I think the journey is more fun though. I enjoy playing!
I am still in the game, though not the epic battle.
344-A valid point. I like the riddle idea dreadfully!
(343) Your earlier suggestion put me in the mood for those mopey old wung ballads — though what’s nice about them is they’re not really sad, more bluesy, except with a Celtic lilt. Perfect for easing down toward the end of a busy day.
I have wung points to spare, so here’s a riddle I made up. First answer gets one point.
At one end is rubber, the other a point,
A rod of soft stone surrounded by wood.
It talks without speaking, except by its squeaking,
Answer this riddle, I doubt that you could.
348- a pencil!
349- 1 wung point to you.
Let me review what I’ve got- the final few hands will probably require a lot of careful strategizing.
I have a Castle Wall, made up of four wung points at the cardinal directions, which is reinforced by a Broken Orange Bastion, made from Ceylon Creativity points at the same positions. The North is further reinforced with a Deuce of Chorley Cakes. Within, I have a King of Eclairs, a Queen of Hedgepigs, and a Knave of Peanut Butter, as well as 18 unassigned wung points. The three cards create a Pasteboard Court, which allows me to make various moves involving bad rhymes via the Nash Quotation. They also make a Royal Marriage, so Eclairs and Hedgepigs are trumps.
I’ll check this hand and plan my next move.
Ah, now we’re moving! This game is building up nicely. Sorry to introduce a hiatus, but –
Golden Wung. End of Round 2 (unless some inconvenient person plays a reversal, but it will cost you. Hedgepigs are trumps, remember.)
So, to Round 3. 23 wung points on the table, three decks – Royal Purple, Vendaval, Furlined. Plus whatever you have in your current hands, or can derive from irregular stratagems. All suits apply to each pack (except for furlined hedgepigs, of course), and inversions are allowed to level 3.
I’m sure I don’t need to point it out, but new players in particular should watch the lateral convergence building up along the line of jacks. If it reaches one of the dominant cardinals, someone’s going to be heroned. And it won’t be me. I know this is boring, but –
Six of Hedgepigs.
Now, a nice pot of Darjeeleing and a teacake, and I’m off out for the day. Play on!
341) Excellent!
Oh. I’m not good at card games………..
348- Ooh, riddles, I do love this sortof folley! I fancy some wung points( pray tell, why are they so wung?), so I beleive I shall implant a riddle of my own into the conversation.
‘Pray tell:
I have legs but cannot walk
I have a mouth but cannot talk
I have a bed but never sleep
I have a length but i’m not deep.
What am I?’
A cup of jasmine and a charley cake while I wait, if you please
Ooh, i fancy that I know this one. Pray tell my dear Archer, be it a river, perhaps a stream? Ah, yes, one of my very favourite childhood riddles, my dear friend. I’d like an earl grey and I teacake, for certain. Both warm, mayhap?
351- Good thing I set up the Bastion- hopefully that’ll bear the strain of any heroning that goes on.
353- The last three verses seem to suggest a stream, but the first suggests a table.
[The conversation game continues in Vol. I, No. 3. — The Management]