WHAT? Kiki took only two Muses but THREE magazines with overlyglorified Zac Efron on them?! Grrrr…. Either way, we’re all going to miss her. Right? Right?
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Top 2. I got my film today. The pcitrues are ok. I’ll have my friend scan them in and crop them and stuff.
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Kiki is leaving? I must’ve missed something? If she is leaving, yes, we will miss her! My vacation starts tomorrow and I won’t have internet access while I’m gone, so it’ll be about three weeks before I can post again. Bye!
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What! No! Kiiiiiiikiiiiiiiiii! Don’t leave!
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I want to see those pictures, Grant. I’m also insanely jealous you got to go to England. -hmphs-
I’m in the process of making my cosplay outfit for Anime Expo. Tough stuff. I’m just lucky I look a bit like Shizune… -babbles on-
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Who is Zac Efron?
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Don’t worry, JS. Kiki’s not gone forever. She’s just gone to camp, where she won’t be able to post. She’ll be back sometime in July. And yes, we will miss her Greatness indeed.
I’m going to camp in the beginning of July! I cannot wait. I won’t be able to post for two weeks, possibly a month, though.
Darth Yoda- my cure for insomnia is to read until I fall asleep. And a hot cup of herbal tea helps sometimes too.
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It’s Ilan Ramon’s birthday today….He would’ve been 52. God, I hate to think what his family is going through right now….What they have been going through for the past 3 years. When I went to bed last night around 1:30, I saw a single star through the window and just stared at it for a while. I dedicated it to Ilan, one of my heroes form the Columbia tragety, but he was the first Israeli in space. Ah well, celebrate life instead of mourning death, right? Always remember…
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bleh. not even a week into break, & im already getting lonely! i cant wait until 4 of july (favourite holiday!) – itll be an exuse to hang out downtown with some friends and watch the fireworks.
heh. i stayed up until 3:30 this morning reading.
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*comes back from visiting lots of ancient threads*
ha…i think i mightve found my very first post – it was in a january thread. but i thought that i didnt find this place until the end of february…
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If it’s earlier than January 29, I’ll have to revise Who’s Here.
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i’m not on who’s here!
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I know very well tat my first post was somehwere in a random thread, about censoring books. Emogrl, thread link please???
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(8)- Always.
For insomnia, I just Photoshop until my eyes fall out. Works well.
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Yup (12),
You’re somebody else, aren’t you?
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What do people do if they can’t fall asleep because it is really hot? (well, what I think is really hot is probably nothing to you Arizona people, but…)
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I just went to amazon and read muse reviews. I saw your review copper bigfoot and violet fire. There was this one guy though that really dissed muse. He gave us a one star rating, and said not to waste your time on muse. BOOOOOO!!!!! 8- I like your post and I don’t know who IIan Ramon is, but I know how you feel when you look at the stars. Last night I saw a star that just felt right, so I dedicated it to my grandpa wh died two years ago.
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(16) Unless it’s humid, I throw all the windows in the house open and crank up the swamp cooler. Then I jump in the shower in my pyjamas with the water on cold.
A wet washcloth over a fan works really well too. Or a couple plastic bags full of ice spread across the bed.
If worse comes to worse, I turn on the AC. But usually the cooler works just fine, because it doesn’t get very humid here.
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17- Ilan Ramon was the first Israeli astrounat. He was on Columbia and died with the rest of the crew.
On the bright side, it’s almost my birthday!
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(Nearly) Happy birthday, Sir Robin!! And you are pretty much the one person apart from my friends around where I live and my cousins (who incidentally work at NASA) who actually knows who he is. The people at school are hopless.
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Urgh. My parents still treat me like I’m five even though I’m nearly twelve and going into seventh grade. Dang those uber dramatic child harassment reports. They just barely let me on MuseBlog when I first started. *huffs* Anyways…
There is magic in the stars, as well as the moon. It’s different magic for different people. For me, it’s the magic of dreams and fantasy. It keeps my imagination open wide, unlike some of the poor deluded imbeciles I must share my public school education with. They either lost that or never had it, and have let their minds be consumed with pop culture and other shallow topics. Sometimes, all I ever need to do is look at the night sky for a minute, and just marvel after a bad day.
Wow, parts of that sounded seriously L.M. Montgomery-esque. But it’s what I really believe.
So, worthy MuseBloggers, I have a question for you: What would happen if a chihuahua and a great dane cross-bred?
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my first post was on the march muse contest thread… the IAT.
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15; good point.
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wow, gwen, I don’t think that would work
I’m sure someone will try though…
little (or not so little) known fact- I am a girl (not a sir)
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#16: put an ice pack under your pillow. ive nvr tried it, but it seems like it would work!
#21: wouldnt their DNA be too different?
it was so cold in my house this afternoon. i was upstairs reading (in long pants + sweatshirt) covered with all of my blankets. now its just my house that is freezing. outside its around 75 degrees.
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No idea. It would look freakish, providing that it was possible..
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Wellsaid, Gwen
To add on the Gwens raphsody, I luff looking attheconstellations and laying withthem inmy imgination. IIts amazing how much creativity can spafrk inyour mind if you look to the stars.
Which reminds me: What would happenif Scorpio wason Tarusessideand stung Orion?
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(21) Their child would be a potato. Don’t ask how, ask now, ask Shermin Williams.
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Let us pray the chihuahua is not the mother…
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If you’re a girl, then you should be Dame Robin.
Gwendolyn (21)- The chihuahua would be crushed.
Mine was actually the very first post on the Museblog. I’d just gotten into the Gaboomba like two weeks before the switch, and when I emailed my comment, the GAPA put it on the Museblog instead.
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Avvually, you can breed a Great Dane and chuiauia on a game called Petz. its fun, but theres no version of Petz that works on my compy :(. Zoo Tycoon is a good substitute, though. Only you can experiment with breeding on Zoo Tycoon. Put a peinguin and elephant in the same cage, with the peinguin turf, and the peinguin will kill te elephent. I found that out on Zoo Tycoons offical skr, but I haven’t tested it,.
8- that is a beautiful way to celebrate his life. Very cool and thoughtfull
21- that is an awesomely thoughtfull post too. the stars and moon are very magical.
here is something I wrote recently:
The first thing noticed about this room is its octagonal shape. It seems to give an air of mystery to the chamber saying that knowledge will enchant you here. The bookshelves surround you giving a feeling of power and importance. As you look up at the ceiling you realize that it is painted to look like the night sky. A plush deep blue carpet surrounds your feet in warmth as you continue to explore the titles on the shelves. Some are old and crumbling, worn with use yet others are shining with a gleam of new-waiting-to-be-used ready to delight many readers to come. The shelves themselves are dark and imposing yet beautiful. Carvings of weaving vines arch over the tops of the shelves.
30- mine was the second.
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i like looking at the stars provide ican see them. ( cloud cover, street lights)
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The stars are visible best where I go to camp, since it’s in a more isolated area than where I live. Fallbrook is AWESOME. -love-
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21–A grapefruit. Life’s just like that.
I like running around outside in the dark.
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This place reminds me of chic-fil-a…once was a humble little midget–well now its HUGE!!! but that’s okay, i love HUGE things. is it a wonder i shop at walmart and ordered a moonbounce as the only thing I wanted on my 4th birthday? of course that’s rougly 7 years behind, but oh well. well hi and bye then, folks. well maybe I’ll peek around.
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303–Uh, wait, I don’t think “promiscuous” is a synonym of “random”. It’s the title of a recently released pop song, and that should give you an idea of what kind of word it is.
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I thought Grant was the first post?
I love stars. Some people say they’re like windows to heaven, but I think it’s more tiny holes poked in life with a Celestial Needle.
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18 &25 – thanks for the suggestions.
(I wish we had air conditioning)
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ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE BLOG AT WHOLE:
Today is my last day on the MB for quite a while. Tomorrow I leave for camp, and seven weeks of pure heaven with my friends. I will return to the Blog on August 11, because I get home August 10 at shortly past midnight. My flight is tomorrow, and I will miss you all.
If you have anything you want to settle with me, do it now! Anything you want to ask? Let me know! Thanks, guys, and I look forward to seeing you and catching up on your wonderfully exciting and daring exploits when I get back. when I get back.
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31- It’ll kill the elephant? I’m so trying that! And to think I used to have fun throwing people in the water or in dinosaur exhibits…
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I can usually see the stars. That’s one of the goode things about living in TheMiddleOfNowhere, PA. Needless to say, that’s not my actual town.
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EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! I just took out the million braids I put into my hair last night, and it LOOKS LIKE I CRIMPED MY HAIR. I’m not sure whether to laugh until my ribs crack, or to cry because I look like a moron.
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I GOT MY FIRST KISS TODAY!!!
The same person I tried to kiss during my “Gods Toys” rant. He just said “Okay” and made a grunt of a laugh. Then he told the teacher that I kissed him, and she didn’t seem to care. I thought I would be be exepelled for sure.
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45-Gratters. I can tell you a very funny story about my first kiss, but it’s not really all that interesting. You’re a very forward person, Copti. As a q, how old are you? People refer to me as “outrageously precocious,” but it was only two years ago.
I feel like stars are threatening. My friend’s planet got blown up by one, so that might be it.
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CY- Yay for you!
Queenie- Have fun at camp! We’ll miss you.
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(45) Hohoho, preschool for me. It was an odd experience, seeing as how I was four. I suppose it doesn’t count.
Toodles Queenie! I will miss your wit while you’re gone. That camp sounds fun, so enjoy it, and etc.
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45 congrats?
i’m sorry gwen!
we’ll miss you queenie
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48- Hahaha. Kindergarden. But I suppose that doesn’t count either.
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Thanks guys! I’ll be fine at camp-it’s gloriously divine, but I will miss hanging out with you and throwing pies.
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I haven’t been on for a while have i? Oh well. Stuff’s been happening. Gym (torturous *dies*), a short ban, all that good stuff.
So whazzup everybody?
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Ditto with Queenie Quote:I’ll be fine at camp-it’s gloriously divine, but I will miss hanging out with you and throwing pies.: Unquote
I’m going to camp for a week on suday… It shall be FUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m gonna miss museblog though.
Only for a week though!!!!!!!
The only computers they have are in the office and I don’t think I’m gonna sneak in.
I think I’ll write a story while I’m there. I’ll dedicate it to the musebloggers and GAPA! I have a character. Where should it take place? I’m thinking Seattle… Or Chicago. Someplace windy… I think it’ll be a mystery…
Any suggestions for my story?
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#44: hehe. just dunk your head in some water and youll immediately be de-frizzed.
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Dudes! Peoples! I am officially OUT OF SCHOOL!!!!!! Yeah! course, that was yestiddy. oh damn, i just cut my toe on something, excuse me,
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augh, it’s bloody. i think i cut it on my old microwave, which is sitting right here. at least it’s not rusty, but it’s probably not sanitary. and we have no band-aids. crap.
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well, this summer might not be that boring after all…i finally found a voice teacher that teaches during the summer, and my first lesson is tomorrow! so im excited, b/c ill finally get some personal feedback about my voice…but im a little nervous. oh well. guess thats normal. if it turns out that i actually do have a voice, then maybe i can do Music Boosters this year and get some $ for college…b/c ill definitely need it.
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‘k. now it’s not bleeding. hmm.
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la la la singing in the rain…
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congrats, CY..
we’ll miss all you going-to-camp people!
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50 (SM)- That raises an interesting question… When does a first kiss count as a first kiss?
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61: it does. like my friend was giong to have to kiss someone during truth or dare but she wouldn’t. later she told me it was cause she didn’t want to waste a first kiss but i don’t think that really counts… same with when you’re really little.
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Capricious- Have fun at camp, too!!! You shall be missed!
I guess when bothe parties involved in the kiss agree that it counts?
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45) congratulations. First kisses are interesting. Mine was last year. I wish it had happened differently than it did but I don’t regret that it happed the way it had. Meh. I guess first kisses aren’t usually the best kisses as they are your first so you haven’t exactly had much practice. Not that I’ve had many kisses..
My summer is fun. I’m participating in a camp right now. It is a day camp where you take a class during the day. There is a break for lunch and rec hour. In general the camp has a zany awesomeness not unlike the MuseBlog. In fact, there is a girl in my class who is a muser. I don’t know if she is a museblogger though. This camp is MITY. You can also live in the dorms even if you live somewhat nearby the camp.
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Enjoy camp Queenie J!
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Okay you guys. I need your help. When I need fairly obscure things I go to you. Please give me fairly obscure titles of books, movies, tv shows, operas, songs, musicals for charades. Try to make it so that the words in the title are hard to act out. For example The Compleet Molesworth and Attack of the Smart Pies. These are excellent because A) not very many people know about them and B) “attack” “smart” and “Molesworth” are hard to act out. Please tell me what it is i.e. if it is a book or a movie or a tv show etc. Thanks!
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I’m 12.. He was either 13 or 14, 14 most likely, since hes an Aries.
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Notto doublepost, but I’m a Scorpio, so my B-Day is late
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#56: a piece of tape with a bit of kleenex inside is a good substitute for a band-aid (i had to do this a few times today b/c i attempted to trim my nails).
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Sung Kang is the best person in the world.
♥
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hey does anyone here a member of quizila?? b/c i took a “random” quiz there the other day (it mentioned llamas in almost every question, and my results turned out to be “squirrels” – i laughed for at least five minutes), and it just reminded me of a few of you
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I have no idea..
Parents usually kiss their babies, etc..
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66- London Fields by Martin Amis Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat Don’t Die Before You’re Dead by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
67-Ooh, an older man! Coti! Coti is a blend of “Copper” and “Yeti”, if you haven’t figured that out yet.
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72- but I think that parent to child and sibling to sibling kisses definately don’t count. We could also ask whether this is only including mouth to mouth. I have a great history of kissing people on the shoulder. Okay, I’ve only done it twice. And once was at a birthday party in first grade. We were standing in line for something and I zoned out and thought the kid in front of me was my brother so I affectionately kissed him on the shoulder.
73- Thanks!
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Can amyone recomend Blue Man Group songs. MAybe The Current… I’m kinda short on cash..
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There’s this extremely weird television program on NBC that recently featured a man in an inflatable cow suit. Truly froody. Had I not been gripping the arm of my couch, I would have been rolling on the floor with laughter.
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(21) Yeah for keeping you imagination! Lately, I’ve been taking to dragging my comforters out by the pool and just falling asleep watching the stars.
As for the chihuaha and the great dane, I think that actually happened. Only it wasn’t those two- it was a westy and some other large dog. I don’t remember the details, but I saw something on TV once. The westy was the father, and the puppies hadn’t been born yet.
41- Bye Queenie, though I’m doubting you’ll read this. I’ll miss your comments and their most pleasant wit and togetherness very much. Have fun at camp!
44- Oh wow, hair. Don’t get me started on hair. Hehehe.
45- oh-ho, Yeti, congrats.
53- Have fun at camp, we’ll miss you Capricious! Youe story could be about young actress just making her debut when she finds a myterious note in the pocket of her costume (for the play she’s in).
55- wow, you get out late. Congrats, though!
56- ouch. don’t die or anything.
57- ooh, singing! Let me try LALALALALAAAAAAALAALAAAA- *is simeltaneously pied by every single blogger*
Have fun!
66- mmm, well A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Forum (movie) (it might also have been a broadway musical, I’m not sure) We Didn’t Mean to go to Sea (book by Arthur Ransome)
70- Who is he?
My friends and I started a band. Ish.
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66- Shadowmancer by G. P. Taylor. It’s a bit odd and hard to get into, but it is muy bien. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Yes, it’s a children’s book, but it’s great. Really. And ninety-something pages.
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odd-ish titles
A mango Shaped Space? (book)
The Other Side of Truth? (book)
Sometimes in April? (movie)
We Reget to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families? (book)
19 Varieties of Gazelle? (book)
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#66: Time Stops For No Mouse
im not sure what the author was on when he wrote it, but its a v good mystery novel.
#78: i read that 2 yrs ago. theres a sequel out now, but i dont know what its about.
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The best person ever! xD As in, me and two plas went to see Tokyo Drift because of the smexy Asian men, and while it was a terrible movie, the only redeeming part was the Japanese aspect of it. (Which was in truth all pretty inaccurate. But hey.) While the main character was about as interesting as a log, Sung Kang’s character Han had MORALS and LIFE LESSONS a PERSONLAITY and he was REALLY SEXY. AND HE DIEDDDD WOUIBGOUWGNWOURNHQWHW I CRY IN MY EMPTY HEARTTTTTTT.
D:
That’s all.
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Yeah, I read it a while ago. I heard about the sequel, too.
Unfortunately, I am grounded. I may not be on for a while. I’m actually on the olde dying computer b/c mi padre dissconnected the cable on the other one. Control freaks.
I must now take care of the rest of my random internet business…:)
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The Little Prince is sort of a children’s book, but I don’t think they really understand it until they’re a bit older.
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I am typing from the library. It’s really quiet here. Museblog looks diffrent on this computer.
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I am back from Hawaiii! It feels good to be back were all my friends are. Actually, I have been back for several days, but have been unable to do anything but constantly drool and stare at the computer screen. A vell.
On the way back, we stopped in California to visit reletives. We went on a tour of a sticker factory and got lots of free stickers. I love getting things that I don’t have to pay for…
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Congratulations, O Copper Yeti.
I have nothing else to say in this post. That’s odd.
Anybody here ever play the Age of Empires series? Or Command and Conquer?
I’m bored.
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The little prince is a pretty amazing book. ♥
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Wow, it’s like Homecoming around here suddenly. Aloha, Anata! Hi, Grant and Elassë~Adael! Good to see you all.
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86 (USECGO)- I play AoE, although my computer is too slow to run the newer ones. *tragic sigh*
Hello to all those who have returned from Parts Unknown. (There is nothing dirty about that. At all. Really.)
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The guy I kissed was accuallythe school bully. He would’ve punched out anyone else (and has) but he has a soft spot for me. Because we have the same political opinions and intrests.
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#81: ooh, i must see that!
#85: aloha!
my first voice lesson was pretty boring. the teacher talked 98% of the time, so i nvr got a chance to actually sing. tch. but im happy overall – starting next week, the lessons will probably be more fun.
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mrahr to that…
i just watched what could be the most vile, immature tv show ever created. are there ppl who actually like south park??
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South park is sometimes funny when Jesus comes on, but it is otherwise vulgar and dumb. Hate it.
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45- Splee! For some odd reason, it reminds me so much of my own crush… even though he’s not the school bully and seems to be the opposite of what you describe of this dude.
Anyway, just so I can rant about it (not so) briefly (We all try so hard to keep this kind of thing off the Blog, don’t we? But sometimes, you gotta let it out.): I just got out of the artsy program I was yapping about on the other monthly random threads last week. And the guy I like was in the instrumental core. So for the two-week period, we pretty much avoided each other. And then on Saturday (last day) it was sort of an open house day for all of the parents. The last three cores were presenting in the auditorium rather than the cafeteria (this whole thing was being held at my school), and I decided to sit up in the balcony because they don’t allow students other than tech people up there during the school year to watch performances. They used to, so they have about three dozen or so seats up there. Anyway, I’m sitting up there, near the railing of the balcony, trying to call my friends from there (I am so mature, aren’t I?), and I finally give up because none of them hear me. I’m also up there by my lonesome (there were other people, but no one I knew) because my mom couldn’t make it and the neighbor people whose kid is in that program too who were supposed to drive me back were afraid of heights (gosh, this story is taking a while to play out isn’t it?). Okay, climax: guy who I like comes down stairs to seats. He sees me. He smiles. I smile back, but then I feel like I’m about to barf for some unknown reason. Why this is big: he never smiles at people out in the open (he is woefully shy, unlike myself, who has been known to dress up as a Mexican mariachi dude named Fred with a sombrero, a guitar, and a false mustache). It’s only the people he sits with at lunch. Smiles if there’s something funny. But I had said nothing, and I wasn’t looking funny that day (I think) so- *is pied by MBers sickened at my teenage raving*
Sorry. This is something of a waste of a post, but it was huge to me for some unidentifiable purpose. Please, shun me for three days for this most DIRP-ish verbalization. I need to get a grip.
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I don’t get South Park on my TV because we don’t get comdey central. I’ve seen a few episodes… they made me laugh, though they were really vulgar.
86-Yeah, I have that game, Age of Empires. It’s fun. I like Heroes III best, though.
They managed to make glass out of carbon dioxide. I read about it in Science News. Pretty cool. Though, it only stays in glass form at 640000 atmospheres and 700 kelivins.
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Oh, has anyone been following the World Cup? Ok, this may seem really unpatriotic, but I was so happy that Ghana beat US (though I didn’t actually get to watch it becoz my dad forgot to tape it for me grrr). I mean, I have loyalty to the US team, but I REALLY wanted an African team to advance.
Also, Australia tied their match with Croatia, which means they advance, which is SWEET! Only, I was really confused, because they scored at the very last second, so they should have won! I mean, maybe it was just that the clock ran out just before the ball went in, but just after they scored, the ref pulled a red card on Croatia, and I don’t understand why he would have done that if the game was already done. Weird.
I wonder if anyone will actually read this, seeing as Musers don’t tend to be huge sports-buffs (I’m not really, but the World Cup is fun)
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Amorphous carbonia! That’s what they call it. Sounds like a Museican province to me.
I don’t want to alarm you, but the writer of that Science News story was in graduate school with Rosanne and me and is a good friend of ours. Peter Weiss and I interned together at the Salinas Californian (anyone from Salinas here? no?), and he and Rosanne used to sit around making the most outrageous puns. All part of the Greater Kokonspiracy…
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91 – o cool! my mom’s a voice teacher.
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Cool! It’s like one big happy family of muser people. I thought making glass from carbon dioxide sounds like a froody idea. Maybe the start to something that could help with global warming, like they said in the article. Or interesting new form of glass that could be used in different ways.
Could they make glass/glass-like materials but compressing other gases at high temperatures? I wonder. I can see it now- a big stain glass window. “..and this section right here is heluim, and this is nitrogen, and this is oxygen..”
he. Probably not. Cool though.
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4th of july parade practices starting in the band geek world. Actually they started yestiddy but i was lazy and didn’t want to rant. Thereby saving the world of a great deal of reading. But no, you don’t get off that easily. Mwahahahaha. So yestiddy there was hardly anybody there. In the trumpets it was 2 freshies, stephen, molly, me, and andy. Stephen was the only senior. Molly’s a junior, andy and i are sophomores. Andy kept telling stephen to be a senior. Stephen just says “I would, but i’m too lazy”. Andy despaired. Stephen doesn’t make a very good senior. Anyway, today molly was gone somewhere, but another freshie came, and so did tony and peter (both junior). Peter makes a much better senior than stephen, despite the fact that he isn’t. And if that made any sense, i applaud you. Anyway, Andy made the mistake of sitting next to Peter, so the whole thing was rather amusing. Oh yeah and before when we were all waiting inside (it was raining) for the scary drumline to finish, Andy and Danny come rushing in and andy’s like “have to pee have to pee” and running around but there was a fence set up in the way blocking the hallway. So they get on the elevator and sarah’s like “Wait i’m coming!” not knowing what this is about but riding the elevator’s always good. So we all get on and have a fun ride up and then a fun ride down, minus andy, jacob, and a random senior who decided to come too. So we’re standing around again, laughing at danny’s gangsta jacket, and they come down the stairs again. Jacob joins us kewl peoples (kewl peoples being myself, sarah, danny, and ariel, who is actually rather annoying but still kewl) and andy walks over to the fence. No idea what he’s trying to do there, but anyway danny goes after him and climbs over. Why, i’m not sure. So we laugh at him some more, and then he climbs back and we go inside. I’m guessing andy did get to a bathroom because he didn’t explode during practice. Oh yeah and danny was sitting way over away from the other saxes. Why, i’m not sure but andy and i kept going like “outcast! antisocial! haha you suck!” and then later sarah’s like “Um, what was up with danny giving you guys dirty looks the whole time?” it was rather amusing as well. Nothing else interesting really happened…oh, none of the trombones were there, which was odd, especially since i know prater’s around cuz he’s in my summer gym class, which btw if i haven’t mentioned it is HELL excuse my klatchian but it really really really really sucks. Majorly. Oh, AND stupid me i thought the cold war thing was in july! But it’s not it’s in june so it’s going on RIGHT NOW and i thought i couldn’t take it but it turns out i could’ve but i can’t now because it’s started, and anyway i’m stuck in stupid gym! But i did stop by during lunch and see sydney and weckstein and featherstone. We watched ghana beat the US a bit, and weckstein showed me the board showing commies/capitalists. Germany is commie apparantely. And weckstein is russia, and he keeps saying that Stalin wasn’t brutal enough, which is quite frightening, especially coming
from him. He would do well on nationstates actually, come to think of it. Oppression of the people and suchlike. Yep.
Wow, this is my longest post in a long time…been a while since anything interesting happened…
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96-The US hasn’t been playing that well, and i doubt they would’ve won even if they had advanced. Yeah, the australia game was so confusing! Dad and i were watching downstairs while playing pool (bumper, of course. It pwns regular pool) and then we just like stop cuz it kept going into the goal area and suchlike and then when it went out we were like “Wait why did australia get the throw-in?” Because it was totally Croatia’s, but then i think Australia scored but it was rather confuzzling. The Croatian player got a red by a second yellow. It was rather pointless, seeing as they won’t advance anyway, and so won’t play another game for him to sit out in. I think he was arguing about the throw-in. It was definitely for arguing with the ref in any case. But i think the ref was just making a statement. He wasn’t all that great though, there were some bad calls. But i’m gonna shut up now because i could go on for hours and i’m guessing skipper and i are the only ones who actually watched the game anyway and are therefore the only people who would understand my ramblings…unless there are other secret soccer fans around here. Anyone?
oh yeah and i also watched the netherlands game but that was completely pointless and i don’t know why i watched. Dad’s like “It doesn’t matter really, they’ll both advance” and i was like “Um, why are we watching it then?” but we watched anyway cuz we really had nothing better to do.
Now i really am gonna shut up.
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Eeeek! Skipper is chain posting. Sorry.
(94) No worries Gwen! Every one is allowed to rant about teenage dramas sometimes. Don’t bottle up those kinds of things just because they seem trivial and dramatic, because trust me, bottling up just makes your mind dwell on them more. It’s cool though- maybe try talking to him. He seems like someone who would be fun to freinds with.
(91) Oh, well, it’s too bad that it was boring, but I hope you have fun at you lessons next week!
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Dang, as soon as i start being hyper and talking way too much, the GAPA leave. Hmph. *sulks* *waves virtual choklit* C’mon, c’mon, get the choklit, choklit, nice choklit, c’mon, just moderate, moderate, moderate…
lol XD
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Hey, has everyone read my series of Harry Potter fan fiction stories on Phoebe’s (a first-generation blogger) forum? I’ve sort of dropped out of all plots on that HP forum (by design, :p), but I’ve really enjoyed writing that series of stories. I think they’re smashing. Right now I’m working on the final one. It’s meant to be the finale. If you haven’t read them, here’s the order:
1. Harry Potter El Vigilante
2. Harry Hunter
3. Greater Evil
4. Unnamed Sequel, parts 1 and 2
They’re sort of silly, but I like them. They’re about Harry and his interaction with a couple of people called the Whizzo brothers and their group of honchos. The Whizzo Brothers, Mud and Donation, are highly intelligent and very dangerous foes for Harry to face. I’m not going to spoil any more.
Since it’s been a long time since anyone has mentioned that thing on here, I’d like to include a link so everyone who wants to read my unworthy stories can.
I hope it’s ok if I do that.
Hi, Grant. We’ve gotten more strict about links to external sites. So I’ve zapped it. But how about if you send us the series so we can post it on MuseBlog? — Rosanne
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Hi peoples! I haven’t been on in a while because I’ve been really busy. And I just wanted to tell you all that tomorrow I test for my black belt in kung-fu, and it’s a really big deal, because it’s been four long hard years. Plus, being a black belt is really cool. Like people go “Oh, you do kung-fu? Cool. What belt are you?” and then saying “black belt” is so much cooler then saying “Oh, I’m a first level brown belt with ten stripes”. Really. I mean, everybody knows that black belt is really good (although most of them don’t know that there are thirteen levels of black belt), but who knows that a first level brown belt with ten stripes isn’t really any different? No one.
Anyway, wish me luck!
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Wow, there was a really interesting article about teenage internet use in Science News. One study finds that providing a computer with internet access to a child in a low-income family who recieves poor marks in skool helps raise their grades and reading level. Cool, eh?
101- Yeah, the US has been playing pretty poorly. I wish I had seen the Ghana game!! Oh well. The Japan-Brazil game was sad. Well, for my friend who loves Japan, anyway. They lost 4-1. But it’s not exactly surprising, seeing as Brazil is pretty much the best team in the world. Speaking of which, Renaldinio has the biggest buck-teeth. (*laughs at self for making such a shallow comment*) . Amazing to watch him play though.
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MY COMPUTER IS COVERED IN ANTS!!!! ARGHH!!!!
*smashes keyboard and jumps up and down pulling at hair*
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Um, sure. Where shall I send it?
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USECGO,
How about pasting it into the comment form? Will that work?
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102- Thanks Skipper. Considering that my mother is the volunteer coordinator for the PTA, I technically have a majority of the school’s phone numbers. This being, I could stalk this dude pretty easily… no, I’m just kidding. My friend Kathryn, however, does stalk her crush(es). It’s really quite entertaining to watch. I always pretty much die laughing after I watch her do that.
105- Cool! I’m intending to take up tae kwon do come the beginning of the school term. Break your medatatarssel!
Oh, we get to see Grant’s pictures. Splee!
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Guess who’s back?
Yeah It’s me, but I’ll only be on very not-muchly because I have a whole ton of babysitting jobs to pay for a trip I’m going on, and I thought that it wasn’t very good manners to be on my favorite website (museblog) while some brat gets into the clorox bleach or something… Actually, I took this CPR/1ST AID/ babysitting class and now if anyone chokes on a pie,they can just call me: The Professional Baby Sitter Onner Of The World. Cool I know. A little cooler than a black belt, so I better say good luck to Violetfire! “Good luck Violetfire!”
Oh yeah: the USA would have just made a bigger fool of themselves if they had advanced. I have rather little America Pride in that area, but they are better than I am for sure, so I won’t complain…
I hear my baby-friends choking on something now.see ya lata
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Nancy, you sound like FPS Doug from Pure Pwnage. (An Internet show. I don’t think you guys would like it.)
Yes, I could do that, but they’d be really long comments.
Calm down, everyone. I haven’t got the pictures scanned into a computer yet. Mind you, they are awesome pictures.
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96: i was really happy to have been beaten by Ghana too.
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We used to have big ant problems in our house…
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105- That’s great! Wow, I am muy impressed. Kung-fu is cool. Have you ever read a book called Lost in Place? It’s about a kid who is obsessed with kung-fu. It’s actually an autobiography. Anyway, Good luck!
111- Hello Random Elf. Babysitting, oooo. That’s tough. I’m terrified of babysitting. It is very comforting to know that there is some one who will be able to save me vitrually if I am virtually choking on a virtual pie, though.
112- Umm, is that a a good thing or a bad thing? I suppose I’ll just assume it’s a good thing.
I’m not actually a big sports person. I feel like those huge long posts about the world cup made it seem that way. Other than this and the Olympics, I know as much about sports as a cactus knows about the dietary needs of a crested basket
fish.
I made a song on GarageBand (it’s a Mac program) last night. It was really fun. I only used the pre-made rythms and tunes, but I think it’d be really fun to record my own stuff into it and use that instead. Sadly, I can’t play any of the instruments that I need.
sry if there are actually any guys around now (there usually arent), but im going to post this for you ladies who are having issues w/ the opposite gender right now. some well-known facts about guys
1. have you heard this before? … “if you put three guys in a room w/ a tv, theyll probably turn it on almost immediately and start watching some game. however, if you put 3 girls in a room w/ a tv, theyll probably ignore the tv and start talking to each other.” this illustrates that girls, in general, value communication much more than guys. and if it seems like your guy never talks to you when you two are hanging out, its probably just a sign of shyness.
2. dont worry about / analyze everything you say to him. most guys are blunt / straight-to-the-point in terms of conversation, so you should be also. otherwise, he probably wont understand what youre trying to say.
3. ok, so if you actually do ask him out, and he seems to be ignoring you now, he may just be in a state of shock. guys relly can be shy. he might just be thinking “whoa…she definitely just asked me out…dude…now what do i do?” sry guys, but you can also be a little dense
4. if you already have a boyfriend, and its your 2 month anniversary or something, dont think that you need to get him something super-expensive (and make sure to tell him that he doesnt need to get you anything super-fantabulous either). make him cookies or some other type of food. guys seem to love food.
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Speaking as a former Muser-aged guy, I have to say you’ve got us pegged, all right. Do you have older brothers?
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I didn’t know #1.I would trun on the TV and Watch Who Wants To be aMillionare
I fiollow #2 relgiously
3. I never asked anyone out, but wehn I kissedhim, he was in a state off shock
4. Right you are
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no but i have a LB in junior high; i actually asked him about most of the stuff i put in post #116 the other day, and he agreed with it all, which surprised me.
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Pure Pwnage is about pro gamers. FPS Doug is crazy. I just thought of him when you said you were slamming your keyboard, because he shouts at his computer and slams the keyboard when it lags.
I protest about the TV rule in the most vehement terms. I would not turn it on immediately. Besides, it would depend on who the other two guys are. If it’s someone like a jock, then I’d probably sit in a stony silence, with my eyes flicking towards them suspiciously all the time. If it’s someone like a friend of mine, we’d talk about a lot of stuff. In my next post I shall post the first story.
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Harry Potter El Vigilante
(This takes place after Harry Potter has graduated.)
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger strolled down the streets of Diagon Alley. It was a wonderful summer day, and all was well. That is, at least, until the alarms of, in succession, Flourish and Blotts, Aswald’s Apothecary, Quality Quidditch Supplies, Olivander’s Wands, and finally Gringotts Bank went off.
Two hot orange-cloaked figures with lime-green masks leaped the marble staircase of Gringotts, laden with bags of currency. They hopped into a small orange chariot pulled by two muscular orange goats. The figures shouted commands to the goats, which immediately charged off towards the end of the alley.
“It’s the Whizzo Brothers!” shouted Ron. Harry, who had been in the process of picking up three discarded broomsticks from the broken window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, looked at him dubiously.
“Is that really their name or did you just make that up?” he asked. Shaking his head, he yelled, “Well, it doesn’t matter! We’ve got to catch them!” He tossed brooms to Ron and Hermione, and they flew off in hot pursuit of the “Whizzo Brothers.”
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The three brooms pelted down the alley, soon catching sight of the chariot, which was barrelling down the center of the alley at a breakneck pace. Harry, Ron, and Hermione simeltaneously pulled out their wands and began to throw hexes towards the men in the chariot. The men, noticing their pursuers, erected shiny bronze panels on the back of the chariot, the jinxes reflecting off them like a laser off a mirror. The newly turned vigilantes were forced to dodge their own spells as they followed the mysterious bandits. “Who are these guys?” cried Hermione? “How did they know about the magical reflective properties of bronze?” Ron yelled back, “I told you! They’re the Whizzo Brothers! Mud and Donation!”
Mud and Donation, for those were their real names, were now nearing the end of the alley. They had placed all the money from their various heists into leather backpacks and, just as the goats crashed into the end of the alley, they, in unison, fired rappel cables into the eaves of the last shop. Swinging back and forth, they rebounded off the walls of the alley and landed with catlike agility on the roof. They ran over the roof into the Muggle world, jumping directly from an awning into a Corvette convertible. Revving the engine, they tore off.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were forced to abandon the brooms so as not to reveal them to Muggles. They magically started 3 motorcycles from a nearby dealer and zoomed after Mud and Donation Whizzo.
A long and grueling chase found the Whizzos and their pursuers racing through the countryside near Stonehenge. By now all four vehicles’ engines were about to overheat. The Whizzo brothers leapt out of their Corvette just in time to land on a small knoll, both watching it roll forwards and crashing into Stonehenge. The vigilantes behind them couldn’t stop, being unused to riding motorcycles, and also had to ditch their rides for a firey end in the wreckage of the Corvette.
The Whizzos stood on the pinnacle of the hill, looking down at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. All five drew their wands at once, pointing them at each other. Ripping off their masks, the Whizzo brothers threw them aside and grinned. Mud was taller, stockier, stronger looking, and appeared to be older. Donation was thinner, slight of build, but in no way less menacing, like a cobra. They grinned at each other.
Harry, Ron and Hermione, growing tired of waiting for the action to start, all shouted, “Expelliarmus!” The wands of the Whizzo brothers flew out of their hands, but this did not seem to distress them. They started laughing mockingly, as they pulled out dual HK-5 pistol machine guns and pointed them directly at the would-be vigilantes.
“Ha ha ha! We’re not even wizards!” they shouted derisively over the crackling gasoline flames behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They opened fire, hosing Hermione with a spray of bullets before turning their firearms towards the other two. Harry and Ron had conjured concrete Jersey barriers in front of them, quickly ducking behind them as they both cried “Nooooooo!”
The Whizzo brothers stood on the top of the hill for about ten minutes, taking potshots at whatever poked out from behind the concrete shields. Finally Harry and Ron managed to shoot ropes out of their wands at the Whizzos, but Donation stepped behind Mud, who was tied up with all the rope. His bonds parted from the back as Donation sliced them with a knife. Harry and Ron, having been given time to act, stood up and started throwing hexes at the Whizzos, who realized their guns were out of ammunition. They dove in opposite directions, dropping their guns. Harry and Ron were not safe, however, as the knife left Donation’s hand, zipping like a wasp into Ron’s wand hand. Two more followed, hitting him in the Achilles tendons as he screeched with pain. One of Harry’s Stunning charms managed to hit Mud, and he fell over, unconscious.
“One on one, now, Mr. Potter!” bellowed Donation. “Let’s see what you’ve got!” Harry snarled with rage, and shouted, “Cerevisiam!” A spray of dark brown liquid that looked like Pepsi flew out of his wand and hit Donation in the face, burning his eyes. Donation howled, pulling from a scabbard at his side a tulwar. “Duel me, Harry!”
Harry took from his belt the sword he had pulled from the Sorting Hat. Shoving his wand inside his robes, he adopted a duelist’s stance. Donation grinned wickedly. “I suppose you’d like to know that those were rubber bullets. Your friend’ll be okay, except for a mass of nasty bruises.” Harry was disinclined to believe him until Hermione stirred. Stunned with relief, he missed Donation’s downward slash, knocking the sword from his grip. The tulwar point at his throat stopped him from drawing his wand.
Donation sighed. “We’re not interested in killing wizards, just making money. We might see you later. G’bye, vigilante.” He spoke the last word mockingly as he punched Harry in the nose, knocking him out. Donation doused Mud with cold water, awakening him. They both pulled metal frames from their backpacks and, assembling them into motor scooters, drove away.
About 5 minutes later, Hermione groaned and sat upright. “Ouuuuuuuch! Who were those guys?”
Ron, pulling out the knives and healing his wounds, said, “The Whizzo brothers. I already told you.”
Harry, conscious by this time, said, “There will be another day. We’ll get those blasted Muggles.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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Harry Hunter
Harry Potter sat at his desk in the Ministry of Magic. Behind him, a typewriter finished his report on the rogue Animagi incident. He stared “out” of his “window”, which was charmed to show the street in front of the Ministry. He was supposed to be working on the briefing for his hand-picked team of Aurors, but he found himself distracted by the memory of the only people who had beaten him, more than a year ago. The Whizzo Brothers remained at large, or at least nobody had fished their corpses out of the Thames yet.
“Where are you?” Harry muttered through gritted teeth. Since his defeat, the Whizzo Bros. had become an obsession to Harry. Those around him had noticed a cold sort of purpose, and his fiancee, Ginny, complained that he was acting oddly.
Harry’s right-hand man Ron Weasley burst in through the door. He stood there panting, out of breath. “We’ve got something, Harry. I think you’ll like it.”
“What?” asked Harry. “It’s not…?”
“Yup!” Ron said. “Let’s go get ’em.”
Harry wasn’t one to believe in coincidences, but this one seemed remarkable. He grabbed his wand, kicked the suspended cymbal in the corner of his office, and ran over Ron in his attempt to get out of the office.
A short while later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Creeveys got into their customized purple Auror van. They tore out of the garage and headed towards the nearest Vehicle Apparition Point. Emerging from a car wash in northern Ireland, Harry revved the engine and drove towards the wizard town of Mucilage near Belfast.
The van screeched around the corner onto the main street of Mucilage. A short distance up the road there was a giant rocket-shaped object. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the Creeveys parked the van behind the rocket-thing and got out, wands at the ready.
Two figures clad in tuxedos leapt from roofs on both sides of the street, rolling as they hit the ground. Harry swore and shot a variety of curses at them, which they dodged with ease. They reached the rocket-thing and, opening hidden panels on the side, jumped in. The entire Auror team leapt in unison away from their van, as it was incinerated by a burst of flame from the back of the rocket-thing, which sped away faster than a bullet.
Harry had managed to secure a grip on the roof of the rocket, which he was regretting as his face rippled from the force of the wind and the G’s. Ron, Hermione and the Creeveys had shot cables from the ends of their wands onto the back of the rocket and reeled themselves in to rest beside Harry.
“Brilliant work, Harry!” shouted Ron as best he could. “Ooh, let’s park the van behind a potentially destructive object!”
“Shut up!” yelled Harry. “I didn’t hear you offer any complaints!” Drawing his wand, he began to slice through the galvanized steel of the rocket’s fuselage like a cutting torch. As soon as he had finished two edges of a likely-looking hole, the rocket slowed down and stopped.
Out hopped the tuxedoed figures. They were unmasked this times. Donation had grown a thin mustache, and Mud had grown his hair a bit longer than before, but other than that they were unchanged.
“S’goin on, Hairy Potter?” asked Donation nonchalantly. “Like the threads?”
“They’re not going to look like much by the time I’m through with you,” snarled Harry. “Prepare to be incarcerated.”
At this Mud gave a facetious laugh. “You couldn’t beat us last time; what makes you think you’ll do better? In any case, those pieces of wood of yours are useless. These tuxes have tiny bronze threads woven into the fabric.”
“That’s not going to help you,” said Harry. He pulled out Gryffindor’s sword.
Donation laughed. “Your skills with that thing, if they can be called that, are abysmal. You wanna go? Fine, let’s stop wasting time on idle banter.” He drew two katars from his belt, and at his side Mud took out a crescent-shaped sword with a long handle.
Ron pulled out a switchblade, the Creeveys brass knuckles, and Hermione seized the bottom of her shirt.
Ron, momentarily distracted, said, “Hermione, what in bloody hell are you doing?”
“I’m going to distract them!” she replied.
“That won’t be necessary!” said Ron hurriedly. “We can handle them. Oh, by the way……will you marry me?” He kneeled in front of her and drew a ringbox from his robe pocket, opening it in typical cliche format. Hermione said, “Oh…yes, Ron!” They began smooching as if they weren’t about to fight two dangerous criminals.
Harry, looking thoroughly put out by the incapacitation of half his team, rushed forward and slashed at Donation with the sword, only to have it blocked by the katars, crossed in front of Donation. Mud, meanwhile, had engaged the Creeveys, who had began to attack him.
Donation wielded his katars with deadly precision, never allowing Harry a straight blow at him. Donation flipped over Harry’s head, trimming his hair into something that didn’t look like an uncured peccary hide. “Want me to lend you a comb, Hairy?” Donation called mockingly. Harry thrust directly at Donation, who did a backflip and vanished into a hole in the ground.
Mud slammed the butt of his sword into Dennis Creevey’s face, breaking his nose and knocking him out. He spun in the air and delivered a roundhouse kick solidly to the back of Colin’s head, also rendering him unconscious. He ran several feet and also leapt into the hole after Donation.
The hole, when Harry followed it, followed by the two love-birds Ron and Hermione, led to a rather large tunnel, where they found an odd sort of golden-colored vehicle. They got into it, as there was only one place Mud and Donation could have gone: down the tunnel. The vehicle took off faster than the speed of sound.
After a neck-breaking half-hour ride, the vehicle stopped. Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed up a long ladder to find themselves on the top of the greatest pyramid at Giza.
“How on earth did we get here!” exclaimed Harry. “Nevermind! Now we’ve got to find the Whizzo Brothers!”
A large black shape took off from the foot of the
Sphinx
. Without hesitiation Harry blasted it from the air with his wand.
“Nice one, Hairy,” shouted a voice from the bottom of the pyramid. “You’re turning to killing innocent Muggles going on helictopter tours now. Is this turning into something of a personal vendetta?”
Harry pulled out a collapsible broomstick, as did Hermione and Ron. They pelted towards the Whizzos, who together shot a large net towards the Aurors, who crashed headlong into it. By the time they disentangled themselves, the Whizzos had gotten a head start out into the desert in a vehicle that looked suspiciously like a boat with wheels.
“This again?” cried Harry in anguish. “These guys always have a back door!”
“Let’s get ’em!” shouted Ron, massaging Hermione on the shoulders. “Ooh, you’re so tense!”
The Aurors chased the Whizzos about and around every single landmark near Cairo, at one point nearly crashing into the green waters of the Nile. They managed to cause the crash of the wheeled boat, but the Whizzos seemed to be expecting this, running over to a hang glider with a wet bar and drinking double shots of vodka before taking off.
Harry had had enough of this evasive behavior and sprayed their glider with steel cable from his wand. It hit the ground nowhere near transportation of any sort, and Harry allowed himself a grim smile. This faded as he noticed the Whizzos were not distressed at all. They both drew tiny glass bottles from their tuxedo pockets and tossed them up in the air towards the Aurors. They then took cover behind the rocks in the small oasis they had landed in.
A huge explosion rocked the area. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had all survived without great injury, but had landed twenty feet away and momentarily stunned. Donation Whizzo scribbled a short note and pinned it to a date palm with a kukri: Sorry we can’t stay, have a pressing engagement. See you later, chum. Mud and Donation Whizzo. P.S. Let marriage proposals wait while trying to capture dangerous felons as us.
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Greater Evil
(Where the last part left off)
Harry, sprawled on the ground with his arm shielding his face, picked himself up. He wiped his eyes and looked around the desert oasis. Predictably, the Whizzo brothers were nowhere to be seen and nothing validated their existence but the smoking crater caused by the nitroglycerine explosion and a kukri stuck in a nearby date palm.
Harry went over and tried to pull the long curved knife out of the wood, but it proved more difficult than he expected. Eventually he managed to free the black steel from the tree, releasing the note which it had been securing. He read it briefly, then crumpled it up and threw it towards Ron and Hermione, who were kissing again.
“The postscript holds some useful advice,” Harry spat. “If you hadn’t been otherwise occupied in Ireland, then we could have caught them! But no, you have to stop fighting for ten minutes, leaving me with the most worthless pair of Aurors ever to be forced on my department!” He continued with verbal abuse until he calmed down sufficiently.
Ron withdrew his mouth from Hermione’s. “I’m sorry, what? We weren’t listening.”
Harry shook his head in disgust. “I guess it doesn’t matter,” he said. “The important thing is to get back to the Ministry.” He Apparated to his desk chair, sitting down and taking a drink of his freezing coffee.
Ron and Hermione appeared behind their desks, and busied themselves with menial tasks lest Harry’s rage boil up again. Fifteen minutes later, the workday ended and they all returned to their houses.
Harry woke up at precisely 7:00 the next morning, brushed his teeth, had breakfast, got dressed, kissed Ginny goodbye and drove his Mazda Miata convertible to the Ministry of Magic. He was completely unprepared for the gaping black hole that was where the Ministry used to be. Ron and Hermione got off the motorcycle they were riding and took off their helmets, copying Harry in open mouth, wide eyes and dumbfounded looks.
Harry’s mind reeled in disbelief. He cast it around for likely perpetrators of the crime, but found none. His first thought was to the Whizzo brothers, but then he remembered that Donation had specifically said they weren’t interested in the killing of wizards.
“Terrible, isn’t it?” said a voice behind the Aurors. Harry whirled round to the sight of Donation Whizzo wearing jeans, a black jacket, and a grievous look on his face. “Steady!” he added as Harry made to draw his wand. “We didn’t do it. In fact, I’ve just come from our hideout, leaving brother Mud in a coma. He was conducting Recon over an obscure wing of that place when it was blown sky-high. Now I want to figure out who did it and how to scrap them.”
For some reason Harry wanted to believe Donation. Maybe it was his pained expression, or the iciness in his voice as he described what happened. He found his voice. “Were there…..any survivors?”
Donation shrugged. “Doubt it. Bro was about two hundred feet above the place when it blew, and he’s unconscious! D’you know of any people who would be able to help us track down the perpetrators?”
Harry frowned. Us? he thought. “You make it sound as if we’ll be working together,” he said.”
Donation looked at Harry. “Is there a problem with that? You and I both want the same thing. The way I see it, your Ministry along with most of the people in positions of power has been destroyed, effectively cutting the head off the snake of the wizard community. You three and possibly those morons who were following you around are the only people who know of my existence. If we catch the people who did it, then you get the credit. My side is I get vengeance and possibly a financial reward from you on the hush-hush. I’ll have to call in backup, but face it, you have nothing to lose by working with me.”
Harry’s brain churned. The man was right, and all four of the people present knew it. Much as Harry hated the idea of not only working with a felon but one who had successfully escaped him twice, he liked what he heard about finding the engineer of the destruction of the Ministry and himself being elevated to a position of power. Harry took a breath. “Okay,” he said. “Call in your backup, and we can start planning.”
After being blindfolded, put in the back seat of a car, and being bored for several hours interspersed with Donation’s voice saying, “Come on, can’t you two keep your hands off each other?” several times, Harry felt the blindfold being removed. Donation was looking him in the face. “We’re here. Follow me and try to keep an eye on those two or they’ll become…shall we say, distracted.” Donation got out of the cab of the silver Subaru Legacy, opened the passenger doors to allow Harry, Ron and Hermione out, and flicking on a switch on a nearby wall. Harsh white halogen lights blinked on, and Harry’s jaw dropped when he saw the magnitude of where he was. Row after row of different types of vehicle stretched farther than the eye could see.
“You like ’em, Hairy? You are in the secret underground parking garage of the Whizzo brothers’ hideout. My friends are upstairs.” Donation turned and strode towards an elevator with shiny black doors.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Donation into the elevator, going up several floors and emerging into a comfortable room. Donation crossed it and sat down a leather swivel chair, greeting the two people already in the room.
“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger-soon-to-be-Weasley, these are my friends. You don’t need to know their real names, just as Whizzo is not my real last name. The one on the left is Keys and the other one is Guru.” Keys was of medium height, slim figure, with an underbite and light brown hair styled into what is called a “D.A.” He was sitting on a black leather sofa with a laptop on the glass coffee table in front of him, and was wearing jeans, a T-shirt that said “Down with Bill Gates,” and a baseball cap with the AOL logo with a big red X through it on it. Guru was tall, with mahogany skin, a black beard, glasses and a calm air about him. He was wearing a green and white striped short-sleeve Polo shirt, khakis, two bracelets on the same wrist (on silver, one gold), and a green turban.
Keys took a drink of a very large cappucino. Placing it on the coffee table to the right of his laptop, he said, “I’ve determined the cause of the explosion and the people who layed the charges. A Mr. Mheb Nhoj wired your Ministry with seven hundred kilotons of gelignite. His base of operations is secret, but we’ve established that his English HQ is near Heathrow airport.”
“Thank you, Keys,” said Donation. To Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he said, “That’s his nickname because of the keys on a keyboard, and also because he is the keys to any electronic system. Guru here is our in-house scientist. Another friend of mine will be arriving shortly.” This statement was immediately proven correct as a man wearing a jetpack flew in through the large open window. Donation clapped him on the shoulder.
“Just in time. Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is ‘Sharp.’ He will be providing muscle. We will be working with various other associates of mine, but these are the main people.” Donation crossed his legs and steepled his fingers. “Now, we need to know what you three will be contributing to the equation.”
“Well……” Harry’s voice trailed away. He hadn’t really thought about that. “We can…provide magic backup?”
Donation looked as though he knew exactly what Harry had been thinking.”Oh, let’s let the non-magic stupid criminals do the work while I take the credit? No dice, Harry. In the underworld, everything is either useful or dead weight. Which is it going to be?” Without waiting for an answer, he stood up. “Either you prove that magic is actually worth something, or we’ll have to kill you.” He strode towards the elevator, followed by Keys, Guru, and Sharp. Keys rubbed his hands together excitedly, Guru looked quietly amused, and Sharp chuckled sardonically. The four felons entered the elevator, and the doors shut before Harry, Ron, and Hermione could enter.
“What gives?” Ron asked. “Why are they leaving us here?” This question was soon answered as the carpet on which they were standing swung away beneath them, and they fell several stories before landing in a pool of water.
A voice, harsh from a speaker, sounded. “You’ll want to get out of the water bowl.” Harry, Ron, and Hermione crawled out of what was big enough to be an Olympic pool, and glimpsed Donation and his team sitting in an enclosed observation deck. Donation spoke into a microphone clipped to his lapel. “Good, now you’ll want to form a tight group so you’re harder to attack.”
Ron shuddered. “Water bowl?” he said tremulously. “Attack from what?”
An inhuman roar filled the large room they were occupying. As a matter of fact, “room” was a bit strong of a term, as it more resembled a jungle. “Keep on your toes, now!” Donation said. “Here comes one now!”
As Donation spoke the words, a fully-grown bull hippopotamus emerged from the foliage. It roared again, displaying its gigantic teeth. Several more equally huge hippos poked their heads out, moving up to flank the first one. Harry, Ron and Hermione drew their wands, pointing them at the hippos.
“Okay!” shouted Donation excitedly. “This test is simple: you survive for ten minutes or incapacitate all of the angry hippos, and you will have proven yourself worthy! If not, then we won’t even have to bury your carcasses! *crunch crunch*” Donation and his team had begun to eat popcorn, and a JumboTron above the observation deck flickered on, displaying a large timer and a live video feed of the area. Keys activated his microphone, singing an annoying song and further enraging the already livid hippos. The first hippo pawed the ground and charged.
Time slowed to a crawl for Harry. As the hippo’s feet thundered on the ground, he raised his wand and shot a Stunner spell directly at it, hitting it in the face. The hippo bellowed and crashed to the floor, shaking the room. Several more hippos had circled the pool, running on the bottom across towards the Aurors. Hermione made a sweeping motion behind her and a wall of flame erupted from the edge of the pool, forcing the hippos to attack from the front. the hippos already in the pool were attacked by a crocodile, which managed to slay one of them before it was mangled to a bloody pulp by the hippos’ molars.
A line of hippos advanced, snapping and bellowing. Harry sent a wave of concentrated energy towards them, knocking them like ninepins before a ball. A crafty bull evaded this, moving around to flank the group of humans. Hermione sent a flock of small birds at it, which furiously pecked at its face.
On the screen there were 30 seconds left, when suddenly the wall of flames died down. Several hippos had remained in the pool, hiding underwater, and they took this chance to charge the Aurors. Harry shot a bolt of electricity into the water, frying the hippos. The timer reached its end. 5…4…3…2…1.
A door opened below the observation deck. Without hesitating Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran through it into the elevator. It took them up one floor to the observation deck, where Donation and his team boarded and it went up several more floors to a room with a conference table in the center.
Donation went over and sat at the head of the table. Guru and Keys sat on either side of him. Donation gestured. “Have a seat. We’re going to begin the briefing.”
Keys clicked on something in his laptop. A hovering 3-D picture appeared above the middle of the table, showing the structure of a building. Donation pointed to areas highlighted in red. “Our primary objective in this operation is to find out where Mheb Nhoj’s main base is. Harry and Sharp will enter through the ventilation shafts on the south side of the building and make their way to the first office here. I just know I’m going to regret this, but Ron and Hermione are on the same team. You’re going to enter the second office through a large pane of glass. Keys will be our mission control engineer, and Guru’s going to supply me with the materials to wipe the building off the face of the earth. I will make my way to the foundations of the structure and lay a very potent explosive invented by Guru here to get rid of the place. I will also serve as a diversion so you lot have as much time as possible to search the offices for the plans. Now, we initiate the operation in 30 minutes, which leaves us just enough time to get there.” Finishing his speech, Donation went over to a row of lockers, followed by Sharp. Sharp was slightly taller than Donation, with light brown hair viciously spiked. Donation put a kukri sheath on his belt, and took a silenced Glock 9mm from one of the lockers. Donation, Sharp, Guru, and the Aurors entered the elevator, travelling to a helipad on the roof.
“Now,” said Donation, as he and Sharp strapped on jetpacks. “You three undoubtedly have flying devices of some sort, so get them out and let’s roll.” Guru handed Donation a black backpack, then returned to the elevator and descended. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Donation and Sharp on their brooms to under a highway overpass, where all five hid their air transportation and walked casually towards the embodiment of Keys’ hologram. Ron and Hermione went around one side of the building, where they scaled the wall, sliced through the reinforced glass windows, and began rifling through the office. Per orders, they inserted a disk into the computer, so Keys could search its files.
On the other side, Harry and Sharp were having difficulties. Some genius had placed electrified grilles every ten feet in the vent, and the fact that Harry and Sharp immediately disliked each other wasn’t helping. Finally they made it to the office, where they started searching in a methodical, organized manner, helped along by suggestions from Keys and Guru spoken into Sharp’s earpiece. They also initiated a tap of the computer with the disk, but a disagreement was sparked when Harry dropped it.
Donation had entered through the roof of the greenhouse in the center of the building, which supplied some executives with a nice view of a pond, tropical birds, and some rocks. The birds quickly escaped through the hole in the roof, but Donation had no time to worry about them. He made his way to the elevator, and incapacitating an inconveniently placed guard, descended to the basement. He placed charges around the foundation pillars, then looted the supply of explosives stored in a janitorial closet, moving throughout the building singing his song of destruction.
Several floors up, both teams simeltaneously found the location of Mheb Nhoj’s base: a coral island in the Indian Ocean. They pulled the fire alarm, the planned signal, and got out of the building fast, meeting in the vacant lot where their equipment was hidden.
Donation had run into trouble. A virtual army of guards had found him, and now he was using every trick in his bag to slow them down. Keys activated the internal security measures, causing spikes and other traps to spring from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Donation leaped over a patch of barbed spikes, ran on the wall, and jumped up to trapeze on spikes over a pool of acid. He dove through a window at the end of the hallway, landing in an attractive row of cedar shrubs across the street and activating hs charges. A gigantic mushroom cloud blossomed and when it vanished, the building was nowhere to be seen.
Donation, Sharp, and the Aurors hauled ass back to HQ. When they arrived, Keys had made punch spiked with vodka, and Guru had decorated the rec room with high-definition pictures of the blast. Several more friends of Donation arrived and a very interesting party ensued.
The next day, a modified Bell 212 Huey took off from the helipad of Donation’s HQ. It landed on a barren scrap of sand in the Indian Ocean, Chagrin Island. This island was a mere 10 kilometers from Mheb Nhoj’s base of operations. Harry, Ron, and Hermione wanted to know why they couldn’t just pummel the island with artillery for several days, but there were several flaws in this plan. First, the governments of various countries would notice. Second, Nhoj’s base was as reinforced as a nuclear bunker. And third, Donation wanted to spark the big man himself. So it was that Donation paradropped in the dead of night on top of Nhoj’s radio tower. He dropped a bottle of nitroglycerine, waited for the explosion, and slid down the maintenance ladder into the charred hole in the roof of the base.
He landed in what appeared to be Mheb Nhoj’s living room. Nhoj himself was sitting and watching footage of the destruction of the Ministry of Magic. At Donation’s entrance, he had got up and taken a dagger made of diamond from his coffee table. Donation drew his kukri, and a duel ensued.
Mheb Nhoj was a powerful opponent. However, Donation was smaller, faster, and more intelligent. He sliced the back of Nhoj’s hands, forcing him to drop the blade. Nhoj threw magazines at Donation, turning to run away, but Donation threw his kukri and it buried itself in Nhoj’s neck, pinning him to a framed picture of Nhoj playing high-school football. Donation spat on the carcass, then left. He swam out to a waiting submarine where the Auror team were, and fired torpedoes, demolishing the island.
Three weeks later the newly appointed Minister of Magic attended the wedding of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry Potter stood next to Ron, as he had been appointed the best man. He cried, as he always did at weddings. During the reception, Harry chatted with the preacher.
“So, Reverend, do you think you could do my wedding?” Harry asked. “We’re planning to have it next month.”
The preacher smiled. “That sounds good. But, by the way…” Donation ripped off his mask. “Where’s my financial reward on the hush-hush?!??” He grinned, took Harry’s wallet, and ran to the street just as Ron and Hermione’s limousine was taking off, discarding his pastor’s robes along the way. Firing a grapple cable onto the back of their car, Donation folded the wheels down from his shoes and, following the car half a block, hopped onto a glistening black motorcycle. He zoomed away, tossing Harry’s previously full wallet up in the air.
Harry gritted his teeth. “Some things never change,” he muttered.
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Unnamed Sequel (You guys can pick out titles and vote on the one you like. I couldn’t think of one.)
DISTURBANCE IN MINISTRY OF MAGIC screamed the headline. “Thank you, Quentin,” said Minister of Magic Harry Potter as his secretary handed him a cup of java and the Daily Prophet. Harry sat down in his leather swivel chair and propped his shiny patent leather shoes on the top of his walnut desk. He quietly sipped his coffee as the paper told him what he already knew: that several mysterious individuals had raided the records department the previous evening. The paper went on to state that nothing had been registered stolen.
But Harry knew two things the Daily Prophet didn’t: He knew of the existence of two non-notorious criminals, the so-called “Whizzo” Brothers and their gang of felons, and he knew what had been stolen: the blueprints for Gringotts Bank. During three meetings and a public speaking engagement, Harry wrestled with a moral dilemma. On the one hand, the Whizzos had stolen more than ₤2,000,000,000 in their various crimes, giving only 35% to charity. On the other hand, they had helped Harry considerably: they had taken out a large crime ring headed by the dreaded Mheb Nhoj, caused Harry’s instatement as Minister of Magic, and the younger, Donation, had married both Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione.
When he returned to his lavish mansion at 6:00, Harry asked his wife Ginny’s advice: should he inform the magical community of the Whizzo Brothers’ presence, or should he keep their secret?
“You should reveal them,” replied Ginny without hesitation. “The younger one ruined our wedding by exploding in a blast of purple smoke after we took the vows. Besides, at the Weasleys’ wedding he stole your wallet.”
“Thanks for the advice! As soon as I arrive at work I’m going on the WWN with their names!” Harry said.
On his way to work Harry stopped at Gringotts Bank to withdraw some money from one of his vaults. He skipped up the polished marble steps, pushed open the sets of double doors, and went up to the front desk to wait for a goblin who would be able to accompany him to his vault. He rang the bell and leaned on the desk, looking around the lobby of the bank. As he gazed unconcernedly around the room, his brain registered a faint irregularity. A man with an attache case.
Odd, that. Wizards usually used leather bags to carry money. Harry looked closely at the man. Dark brown hair, slight of build, cobra-like posture, thin mustache….
Harry drew his wand and sent a Stunner spell at the man he had recognized as none other than Donation Whizzo. He waited for the bolt of red light to hit Donation and sent him crumpling to the floor, but the impact never occurred. Instead the bolt hit some sort of invisible shield, which glowed briefly blue as it absorbed it.
Donation Whizzo, noticing the attack on his shield, turned. He looked at Harry, then smiled his usual insolent grin. Rising off the reflective stone floor, he floated towards the entrance to the underground tunnels of Gringotts. However, Harry had by now activated the alarm and a large door had congealed from thin air to block any entrance. Donation flung a hand towards it and the door disintegrated into dust. Drifting through the door, the bandit shot down the tunnel.
Harry was momentarily astounded by the destruction of the door, but quickly regained his composure and pulled out his trusty collapsible broom, taking off in pursuit of Donation.
Ten minutes later Harry regretted not finding a goblin to help him find his way through the dark arched tunnels. He was having an easy enough time following Donation, as he was now within sight of an eerie blue light the felon was using for visibility, but he wasn’t so sure he would be able to find his way out again. Down, down, closer, closer…. A chill ran down Harry’s spine at the thought of being lured to a demise far below the earth. However, his morbid speculations were halted by a blinding light accompanied by a large detonation.
Ten seconds later, rock rained from the ceiling. Harry’s eyes opened wide. Surely not…. Donation must be trying to blast his way up and out of the underground labyrinth. The fool! Harry sped up, emerging under a gaping hole in the roof of the tunnel. He pulled back on his broom handle and pelted upwards, constantly dodging bits of rock. Eventually he emerged into a sewer tunnel, looking left and right. Where had Donation gone? This question was soon answered as a Knut fell on his head. Harry cursed his own stupidity as he began to climb up the maintenance ladder.
Harry climbed out of the open manhole in time to see Donation Whizzo pick up a car and fling it towards the manhole, hoping to jam it shut. When he noticed Harry’s presence, he took to the air, floating without any means of assistance. Flying after Donation, Harry rubbed his forehead in consternation. How was Donation so powerful all of a sudden? How could he fly, use magical shields, break unbreakable doors, and display immense strength? He wasn’t even a wizard!
Donation alighted near Victoria Station. He was dressed in a long slate-gray coat, dark blue trousers, and a crisp white button-down shirt. Unfortunately for anyone trying to follow him, so were thousands of other businessmen traveling to work on the Tube. The “anyone” quickly became frustrated as his target wove in and out of several groups of similarly attired men. Harry jostled several important members of the Muggle government in his frantic search for the figure with the black attache case filled with wizard currency. The Prime Minister stared open-mouthed after Harry, then rushed to catch up.
“Minister!” the PM gaped. “What’re you doing on the Tube? We usually meet in my office!”
“No time to talk, I’m in pursuit of a dangerous criminal,” said Harry as he marched brusquely across the subway platform.
“Really? Well, Mr. Potter, I’ve been having trouble from a mysterious group of felons, headed by two who call themselves-”
“The Whizzo Brothers?” Harry finished. The PM looked puzzled.
“Why, yes, s’matter of fact. How did you know?”
“Because that’s who I’m pursuing!…or was pursuing. He’s vanished. Donation Whizzo, younger of the pair. He’s just robbed a very prestigious wizard bank.”
“Terribly sorry to hear that, old bean. What say you and I drop into my office for a cup of coffee?”
“Oh, all right. I can fill you in there. I’ll Apparate us. Follow me to that photo booth.â€
In the Prime Minister’s office, Harry informed the PM of who the Whizzo brothers were, what they did, and people surrounding them. He withdrew memories from his head and showed the PM what the Whizzo brothers and their associates looked like.
The PM looked thoughtful. “You know, I recognize some of them. That one” he pointed at Donation “used to traffic weapons and arms in southern Asiatic countries, which I presume is where he met Guru. Keys is a well-known computer hacker. I don’t know of Mud or Sharp, but Mud is Donation’s brother, so that’s the connection. Where did you say their base was?â€
Harry looked sheepish. “I don’t remember. It seems Donation slipped an amnesiac in the punch bowl at my friends’ wedding. Well, I have to attend to some business.†He vanished and appeared at his speaking engagement.
A couple hours later, after he had publicly announced who had stolen the blueprints, their names, and what they were, Harry retired to his personal rec room in the Ministry of Magic. He was playing ping-pong against a magical paddle and drinking a scotch-and-soda when a knock came at the door. “Come in!†Harry said. The doorknob turned and the door swung open, but nothing else happened. There was complete silence from the other side of the door. Harry waited for a couple minutes, then, sighing with irritation, took a slug of his scotch-and-soda and went over to the door, peeking around the corner.
A leather-gloved fist smashed into his face. Harry dropped his drink and reeled back into the rec room, slamming and locking the door. The door shuddered under several vicious kicks until it shattered inwards in a shower of shards of wood. In stepped a dark silhouette, which on closer examination was revealed to be Donation. His lip was twisted, his eyebrows beetling. Overall his face was contorted into a look of bottomless contempt.
“You had to make things difficult, eh, Harry? We thought you would leave well enough alone, but no! The little man has to go crying to the world. Well, now it’s going to get really nasty. Total war, initiated by you. Prepare for the annihilation of wizardkind!†Donation smiled icily. “Beginning with you.†He raised his hand, but was blown backwards by a killing curse sent from Harry’s wand.
So it ended as it must. Harry stood panting over the body of his first and last worthy enemy. Or so he thought. Donation got to his hands and twirled his legs around in Brazilian Capoeira fighting style, sending Harry flying. He sprung backwards, landing in the upper corner of the room like a climbing reptile. He flung his arms towards Harry, and a blue energy wave pulsed slowly through the room, pulverizing the fixtures. Harry just managed to create a giant bubble around himself to stop the shockwave from playing hell with his soft bits. Harry sent another killing curse at Donation, who absorbed it with no ill effect. Donation ripped the chandelier out of the ceiling and threw it at Harry, hoping to skewer him on the sharp brass hooks. Harry used a hover charm on it and sent it back at Donation, who glared at the chandelier for a couple seconds, upon which it shattered into bits of glass and shrapnel. He hopped off the wall and landed on the ping-pong table, crushing all four legs.
Pointing at Harry, Donation snarled, “I’ve changed my mind. You shall be the last to die. Instead of a quick, easy, and remorseless death, we will destroy everything you love, then finish you off as you sink into the well of your own despair. You may be interested to know that money was for a good cause; namely, the obliteration of evil.†Donation smiled again, but this time it was cheeky. “I bet this is about the cloud of purple smoke.†He made a sprightly jump through the doorway. Harry ran after him, but found only a blank corridor.
A cold hand gripped Harry’s heart. He quickly Apparated to his home, to find it surrounded by Ministry cars. His house looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane, though the nearby domiciles were unharmed. He ran inside to find a Ministry forensics team sifting through the rubble of his belongings. Ginny was nowhere to be found. Harry practically got whiplash Apparating to the Weasleys’ home, but he was greeted by a similar scene, with one difference. Ron limped over to him. “Hermione’s gone. Nice job with your little announcement. Now we’re all gonna die!â€
“Well, what would you have done? They’re malicious people, and they must be destroyed!†Harry defended himself.
Ron snorted. “Right. Like we’re going to be able to take ’em out. They’re vastly more powerful than before, and we could barely handle them then! We’ve got to find out where their power is coming from!â€
Two days later Harry and Ron sat in the Leaky Cauldron. Their exhaustive search through the wizarding public library had revealed nothing about Muggles displaying unusual abilities. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that the talents used by the Whizzo bros. and their cohorts were not magical. He rested his forehead on the open book in front of him, letting weariness seep through his body. Then, like a bad movie, all the lights in the pub went out.
Harry peered into the darkness, attempting to discern any anomalies, but he couldn’t see a thing. He felt Ron shift nervously next to him. Looking all around, Harry managed to find a small point of light. It was a blue dot of light, and it drifted lazily around the room in a hypnotic pattern. Suddenly Ron slumped beside Harry on the table and was pulled back off the bench. Harry did not notice this, as he was still focusing on the blue light. Colored lights burst in front of his vision as a blunt object collided with the back of his head.
Predictably, Harry and Ron regained consciousness in an unfamiliar location, and predictably the first person they saw was Donation Whizzo. However, the scenario was not the expected one. Donation was not standing over the tied up wizards with a triumphant grin. He was sitting cross-legged on a wooden platform about twenty feet from them with bound hands. When he noticed that Harry and Ron were awake, he nodded to them. Harry sat up and took stock of the situation. He was also sitting on a wooden platform above a murky lake of some sort, and there were more platforms spaced about five feet from each other as far as Harry could see, since they were obscured by small forested islands. By the look of the trees, the temperature, and the unbearable humidity, they were in a tropical location.
A shout rang out, not from Donation, but from a very short man standing on a hovering pad. “Greetings, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and other person with too many names. I am the leader of a prestigious corporation which is searching for operatives. We have heard that you three are very good at what you do. You,†he pointed at Donation, “are the first of your organization to be captured, since you are reputedly the best. If you survive the rest of your group will be brought in.â€
The man chuckled. “The test you must now face is one of the most diabolical I have ever dreamed up. You must reach the last platform in the chain. If one of you fails this will not affect the outcome of the others. There is, however, a slight twist. On most of the platforms I have placed containers with some of the most insidious and venomous reptiles in the world. And in the lake below, there are many varieties of sharks. Good luck. We’ll be watching you.â€
“Hey, man, could you do me a favor and get this rope off my hands?†Donation shouted at him.
“Not really, no. But I can help your friends…†A pocketknife appeared on the platform with Harry and Ron, and they set about cutting each other’s bonds. Donation rolled his eyes and pulled a kukri out of a sheath on his leg, slicing the ropes on his wrists with the razor edge. The man on the hoverpad flew up to a tall platform, and he hopped off to watch the three men.
Harry nodded to Ron, and they both leaped to the next platform in their chain. There were no crates on this one, fortunately, as their muscles were stiff and they barely made the jump. Scrambling up off the edge, they ran and propelled themselves forward to the next platform, kicking off the crates which contained, respectively, a cobra and a mamba. They took a short break and watched as Donation jumped, did a handspring off the next platform and landed on his feet on the one after that, decapitating a krait slithering around it with his kukri. He sheathed the long curved knife and, taking off his jacket, unwound a long, shining object from around his waist. It appeared to be a flexible sword, an urumi, with four blades and a handle. Whipping around in a circle, Donation straightened it out so it could be used. He cast it over a tree branch above, and managed to skip three platforms by swinging across a tight corner in the chain.
Ron nudged Harry. “Awesome though it is to watch that guy, don’t you think we should keep going?â€
“Oh, right, right.†The two continued on.
After a couple hours, with only 15 platforms left, Harry began to get tired. Donation had reached the end platform half an hour before, and was trimming his nails while waiting for the other two. Harry stumbled as he was about to jump to another platform, and fell into the lake water below. The surface began churning with frenzied activity by the sharks, and a white and three tigers started heading for Harry. He prepared himself for a bloody, gruesome, and horrifically painful death by shark mutilation. Suddenly, a dark object flashed in front of Harry’s vision, and he was jerked out of the water by the back of his robes.
Gagging on a mouthful of stagnant water, Harry looked up to see the strong arm of Donation Whizzo suspending him above imminent death. “Wha… what are you doing?†Harry stammered.
“Saving your sorry ass, Hairy. Your buddy is already at the end platform. Now, let’s see what that crazy man has in store for us.â€
Swinging up onto the last platform with his urumi, Donation dropped Harry unceremoniously on the floor. Somehow he had avoided getting wet. Winding the urumi around his waist again, Donation spat wood pulp off the edge of the platform. He seemed to have been chewing a toothpick, and his breath smelled really fresh, indicating that it had been soaked in something. He made a gesture towards the observation tower with both hands, in which he held his thumb, middle and ring fingers up while folding his little and index finger down. “Su-Fi!†he bellowed.
Harry nudged him. “Why aren’t you using the special powers you were earlier?â€
“Shhhhhhhhh!!!†Donation whispered. “I don’t want him know about them. If he does, there could be disastrous consequences!â€
The strange little man floated down on his hovering pad. “So, you all have survived! Good-o! You shall make excellent additions to my special team! And you, man with too many names,†he pointed at Donation, “have proven to be extremely useful. I shall send a squad to pick up the rest of your group!â€
“Do so,†snarled Donation, “and you’ll be dead by tonight. Alone, you caught me. Together my group is unstoppable.â€
The Napoleonic man snickered. “I have too many people for you to kill. Observe.â€
All four of the men vanished, reappearing inside a vast hall. Sitting at long tables in the hall were thousands of black jump-suited men. As soon as they saw the intruders, they all raised assault rifles. The little man stepped forward. “Hello, gents. Keep your sites on that one there. The others are mostly harmless.â€
Donation folded his arms. “I could kill every single man here. You’re lucky I don’t. Now, please explain what you want with me. I have better things to do than wait to escape.â€
“No escaping today. In order to stop you, I’ve found an idea quite clever. Devices shall be fastened around your neck. These collars cannot be removed. If you should stray into any restricted area, the collar shall administer an extremely painful shock. If you should become uncooperative, the collar can be detonated at any time with the push of a button. Nothing to lose your head over, right?â€
A week later, Harry and Ron were exhausted. They had been subjected to a rigorous training program Donation hadn’t needed to do. Time was impossible to tell, as their watches had been confiscated. Harry and Ron each lay on a bamboo mat in their hut on stilts in the middle of the vast lake which contained the qualification course, the gigantic hall which was the headquarters of Mr. Pegup, the strange little man, and other small huts. They were soon to be sent on their first mission, which would be revealed to them two hours before it actually happened. Harry was highly suspicious of the mission’s nature, and thought it probably involved someone being killed.
Donation knocked on the doorframe. “Hello chaps. I’m supposed to tell you that we’re to meet in the longhall.†A short minute later, there they were, in the longhall. Mr. Pegup strutted before the team of Harry, Ron, and Donation.
“Greetings, team!†beamed Mr. Pegup. “Your first mission is to assassinate a politician who has passed several inconvenient acts which could prove troublesome should they be enforced, and more of that type are on the way. We’ve got to nip this in the bud. That’s where you lot come in. We’re going to send in you-†he pointed at Donation, “alone, through the ventilation shaft straight to the target’s office. You two will enter the foyer incognito, make your way to the target, and also make your way to the target’s office. You’ll pump him for information, steal his laptop computer, take him out and any bodyguards that come, and make your getaway. Any questions?†Mr. Pegup bounced on his toes.
“Yes, one,†said Donation, raising his hand slightly. “Are you always such a pretentious blowhard? I knew someone in school like you. Didn’t like him either.â€
Mr. Pegup’s smile blinked for a minute. He waved his finger in Donation’s face. “You know, if I were someone else, you’d be very irritating. To me you’re simply amusing. Give me ten one-handed push-ups.â€
“You must be joking,†said Donation in a pseudo-upper-class-British accent. “I actually do have a real question. Who’s the target? Also, are you on Prozac or something?â€
Mr. Pegup laughed heartily. “You’re quite lucky I’m not someone else, or you’d be dead by now. The target’s name doesn’t matter. Now you’ll be moved in a lightproof box with air holes to our base of operations in the target’s city. Bon voyage!â€
While they waited to arrive at its destination, Harry, Ron, and Donation chilled in the box. The inside of the box was mirrored, so with help from Donation’s pencil flashlight they were able to see quite clearly. “So, Hairy, Ron, how long do you think he’ll last before I manage to kill him? Will he give up or will there be a long drawn-out deathmatch?â€
“You don’t actually intend to kill this politician?†asked Harry, shocked that Donation might even consider such a thing.
Donation opened his mouth, looking as though he were about to speak, but then his eyes flicked sideways. He closed his mouth, concealing abnormally sharp teeth, then looked about the box. He scooted closer to Harry. He murmured into Harry’s ear, “I suggest we tone down the level of conversation, as there might be listening devices in here. I was not referring to this mystery target. I was talking about our dear Mr. Stanfield Pegup. Now, por favor, callate tu GRANDE YAPPER!†Donation shouted the last part into Harry’s ear. Sitting back, he began to check the weapons hidden on his person. Harry was astounded by how many things Donation had in discreet locations. It was a wonder the man could walk at all. As Donation cleaned metal alloy battle claws he spoke. “Just so you know, Hairy and Prawn, I did not kidnap Ginny nor Hermione. They’re also being held captive by Mr. Pegup, as an insurance policy. Last I saw them they were chained to poles in his office. I’ve been in the man’s office, or as I’ve come to call it, the awfice (y’know, like awful) because he apparently values me more than you two. But hush, I think we’ve arrived.â€
The side of the box swung open, blinding the trio with fluorescent light. Five men helped them out, and they collapsed gratefully into swivel chairs. A hologram appeared in front of them. It was of Mr. Pegup. “Okay, team, time to suit up. Harry and Ron will be dressed as businessmen, and Donation will be allowed to wear what he wants. I’ll give you five minutes, then you’ve got to go.â€
Feeling ridiculous in suits, starched shirts, and ties, Harry and Ron looked resentfully at Donation, who was wearing a dark-colored casual outfit. After they were shown what building they were going to and the route to the office, they were shown down a flight of stairs and out a door, where they emerged into a convenience store. The door swung shut behind them. “Buy something!†Mr Pegup said into their earpieces. “It’ll look suspicious if you come out of the store with nothing.â€
Harry and Ron took a Styrofoam cup of coffee each, and stepped up to the counter awkwardly. They paid for their purchase stiffly, then waited for Donation. By contrast, he was much more at ease in this environment, and grabbed a packet of Juicyfruit before sauntering up to the counter. While his gum was being rung up on the cash register, he leaned on the counter and engaged in idle banter with the girl. He took his gum, dropped his change into the “TIPS†bucket, ripped off the top of the package, and popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing vigorously. “Let’s go,†he said to Harry and Ron. As they exited the store, Donation muttered to his companions, “We’re in London, so speak the way you normally do. I recognized the counter girl’s accent, that’s how I know. We’re three blocks up and two blocks over from the target’s building. I’ll go ahead, while you two follow at a distance.â€
Donation sped up, leaving the pair behind. After about fifteen minutes of following him, they arrived at their destination, it was revealed to be a handsome marble building. Donation strolled around the side to scale the wall and meet Harry and Ron in the target’s office. Harry and Ron showed their fake passes to the guards at the station in the lobby and entered the elevator, which was oddly reminiscent of the elevator of the Whizzo Brothers’ hideout. They ascended several floors, and exited the elevator into one of the most highly guarded corridors they’d ever seen. British Royal Marines with M4 carbine assault rifles stood in wall alcoves every couple yards, faces expressionless. They walked into the outer office of the target, showing their false I.D.’s to the secretary, then pushing open the door and shutting it behind them.
The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom stood up. “Minister Potter! What an unexpected pleasure! What’s the matter?†he said, noticing the dumbstruck looks on Harry and Ron’s faces.
A vent cover dropped open, and Donation dropped through onto the floor. He glanced at the P.M., then stared. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the cat? No freaking way.†He turned to Harry and Ron. “Well, that’s interesting. Too bad for Mr. Stanfield Pegup we’re now in one of the most secure locations on the planet.â€
“Wait, where’d your collar go?†said Harry.
“Now that’s a good question. Hold still.†Donation held his hands on either side of Harry’s neck, about five inches from the collar hidden under his tie. He closed his eyes. Harry sighed at this latest foolishness from Donation, until he felt the collar click open. He grabbed it out from under his shirt and threw it into the fireplace. Donation repeated the process with Ron, then turned to the Prime Minister.
“Afternoon, Minister. I am Donation Whizzo. I believe you’ve been looking for me. Well, I’m here now. We were captured as elite commandos by a Mr. Stanfield Pegup and sent to kill you as our first mission. But now that I’ve taken off all our collars, we must be going. I’m also going to have to borrow your laptop computer. Stay out of the public eye for about a week if you want to live.â€
The Prime Minister was stunned by this little speech, and even gave up his laptop without a fuss. Donation climbed back into the ventilation shaft to avert suspicion, Harry and Ron exited after chatting pleasantly with the PM, and minutes later, they met up on the sidewalk in front of the building.
“Okay, here’s the plan,†said Donation as they began to walk back to Pegup’s London hideout. “We’re going to pretend we killed him and give Pegup the laptop, then collect info on his operation and who he is then kill him. Needless to say, we’ll also need to scrap his entire army, but once they’re out of the way, I think he’ll surrender peacefully.â€
When they arrived in the convenience store, they walked towards the door they had exited from. Donation waved his hand towards a camera and the door swung open. Ascending the stairs, they plonked the laptop on the conference table in the center of the room. The hologram flicked on.
“Good work, boys!†shouted Mr. Pegup. “Now, with this laptop, we’re able to set tactical nuclear devices on every single country in the world! Which is exactly what we shall do in one week. Back in the box you go, and have a comfortable ride back!â€
Back in the box they went. Only this time Donation had a bug scanner he had taken from the Prime Minister’s office. He destroyed the four microphones in the box, and covered the camera embedded in the side with what looked like shaving cream but quickly hardened into a cement-like substance. “There!†said Donation. “Now we can do whatever the hell we want in here.†He took a keyring out of his pocket, selected an object that looked like a laser pointer, and used it to cut three small holes on separate sides of the box. “Everybody look out! We need to know where the location of Pegup’s lake is.†All three of the men in the box looked out for two and a half hours, reporting what they saw to one another. The last five minutes was spent patching up the holes. They emerged from the box into the longhall.
“Now, team,†said Mr. Pegup. “You’re going to go relax for two days before the base prepares for the nuclear strike against the United States, China, England, Russia, heck! I might as well give you a list of countries we’re not going to nuke. It’d be shorter.â€
“I have a better idea,†said Donation. “How about you stop shooting your mouth off and simply make threats to the countries? If you nuked almost all of the countries in the world, the world itself would be blown up. Do you really want that? I think there’s something wrong with your brain.â€
Mr. Pegup’s perpetual smile faded. “I’m beginning to become tired of you, O man with too many names. I’ve a good mind to have you killed right now. Boys! Throw him into the lake.†Harry and Ron looked around for other guards he might have been speaking to. “That’s right! I’m talking to you two useless wizards! Throw him in the lake, NOW!!â€
Harry and Ron had no choice. They lifted Donation by his shoulders, carried him outside the longhall, and pushed him over the edge. Donation began to fall, but he slowed down and soon altogether stopped. He floated silently up to Harry and Ron.
“Surprise, surprise. Now that I no longer exist, I can do some undercover work. You two are tied as his second best operatives, and now that I’m dead, you’re the best. Therefore, he’s going to be using you a lot more. I’ll meet you in his office two days hence at oh-fourteen-hundred hours.†Donation dropped down and drifted underneath the longhall, and was soon out of sight.
Ron gaped. “How does he do these things? It’s like deus ex machina! That’s supposed to be impossible!â€
“I don’t know,†replied Harry. “I have a feeling we’re going to find out, though.â€
Two days hence, Mr. Pegup summoned Harry and Ron to his office. When they arrived, he was standing in front of his giant window, looking out over his lake. Without turning, he spoke. “I thought I told you two to kill both the Prime Minister of England and Donation Whizzo. You’ve failed on both accounts. Give me three reasons I shouldn’t kill you.â€
Harry and Ron exchanged an uneasy glance. “What do you mean, sir? We disposed of both of the people you just talked about. If Donation wasn’t eaten by the sharks it’s not our fault.â€
Mr. Pegup whirled around. “Really? You killed the PM? Then what is he doing on television?†He clicked a remote, and the large screen in his office turned on. The Prime Minister was standing on a podium in a public place talking about gardening. Mr. Pegup went over to his mahogany desk and took out a revolver. “Where are your collars?†he said suddenly.
Busted! thought Harry and Ron. They dove behind the television, which was immediately hit by three slugs. “You idiots! Do you know how much that thing costs?†cried Mr. Pegup.
“I have some idea, because you paid for it with money from my bank account,†said a familiar voice from the elevator. Donation Whizzo stepped into the room with a small video communicator, which he tossed to Mr. Pegup. Keys, Guru, and Sharp waved from the small screen. Pegup smashed the device on the floor. “Totally uncool,†said Donation. “Now, Stanfield, do me a big favor and release the wives of my friends here.â€
“Never!†shrieked Pegup. He shot the remaining three bullets at Donation’s face, but they were stopped by a glimmering blue shield. Donation smiled. “Not going to happen. The likes of you are never going to be able to kill me or my team. Guru and I have unlocked the fathomless power of the human mind, giving us enhanced powers which you can never understand. Now let’s do this!â€
Mr. Pegup looked as though he were about to explode. Strangely, he suddenly calmed down. “You think I’ll never be able to kill you. I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve.†Donation stepped towards him, picked him up by the neck and threw him through the giant plate glass window, shattering it. Mr. Pegup was caught by one of his hovering platforms, and he zipped over to a large hangar, which Harry, Ron, and Donation had never been in. The roof of the hangar opened, and out came a giant robot. It had a single eye, shoulder mounted cannons, a gatling gun for one of its hands, and rocket launchers embedded in its chest. Mr. Pegup was seated in the dome of its head, and loudspeakers blared his maniacal laughter.
Firing a plasma bolt at his office, Mr. Pegup leaned forward, expecting the destruction of the trio. However, Donation flung an arm violently at the bolt and it dissipated as it collided with a blue beam. Donation seemed momentarily stunned by this extreme effort, and stumbled over to Pegup’s desk, accidentally leaning on a panel of buttons. Wall panels rotated, revealing Ginny and Hermione chained to poles. Harry and Ron cut their chains with their wands and pulled them down.
Donation regained his senses. “Okay, here’s the new shoddy improvised plan. I distract his while you lot get to the robot’s back and blow some fuses,†he said, still leaning on the panel of buttons. A big red shiny button was pushed by his palm, and a calm female voice said, “Thank you for choosing the automated self-destruct feature. Please remove all valuable from the base and get out…now. You have ten minutes.â€
“This changes nothing,†said Donation. “Except we now don’t have to kill his army. Now go do it.†He ran and jumped through the hole in the window and flew towards the giant robot, dodging missiles.
Pegup focused on Donation, shooting missile after missile at him. Concentrating as he was on the figure in the long gray coat swooping erratically around, he failed to notice the four people flying on brooms behind him.
“Okay,†grunted Harry as he clung to a pipe on the robot’s back, “we have to destroy four cooling units. Three of them are in the center of the back, but the last one is at the base of its head. And we have to destroy them all at the same time.†At this moment the calm female voice said “There are five minutes remaining until this entire facility is blown to kingdom come. I suggest you leave……..now.â€
As Ron, Hermione, and Ginny began to take the panels off the cooling units, Harry climbed up to the last one. Unfortunately Pegup noticed him at the base of the neck. He jolted the controls, sending the robot into a frantic spin. Harry hung on by one hand to the knob on the panel of the cooling unit. He lost his grip and began to fall dozens of feet. He braced himself for death by hitting the water at an unwise velocity when he was caught by the strong arm of Donation Whizzo. Donation flew with him up to the neck of the robot, and at the same time Ron, Hermione, and Ginny blasted their units with their wands, Donation smashed the unit with a steel hammer.
The robot quickly began to overheat after its cooling units were put out of commission. Its legs gave way and the whole ensemble collapsed slowly into the fetid waters of the lake. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all took off on their brooms, followed by Donation. There were thirty seconds left until the base exploded.
Suddenly Donation turned around and flew towards the robot’s head. “Donation! What are you doing?†shouted Harry. “The base is about to blow up!†It struck Harry that he liked Donation as a friend. Ridiculous though the notion was, it was true. Harry had no wish to see Donation splattered across several acres of lake.
Donation reached the head of the giant robot. From their viewpoint of several thousand feet the wizards and witches could see him, a speck of black on shiny chrome. He appeared to be opening the hatch to the nether regionspit. He took something small and angrily struggling out, then started to fly as fast as he could upwards.
The base detonated. A wall of flame and smoke followed Donation fast as the eye could see. It enveloped him, hiding him from the eyes of the petrified couples above. Heavy smoke settled over the lake, and a deathly calm hung over the scene. Then, out of the smoke, came a dark figure.
Donation Whizzo floated up to Harry. His face was blackened and he had a shard of metal in his leg. But over his shoulder was Stanfield Pegup.
“Why’d you bring him?†gasped Harry.
“Because we’re better than him. He would have let us die, but now he shall be brought to justice. You take him. I have no need for the bugger,†Donation said. “Now let’s go home.â€
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Harry Potter sat in his office. He was exhausted, having just returned from the trial of Stanfield Pegup. The man had been found guilty of crimes against humanity, murder of the first degree, and violation of countless environmental regulations. He had been sentenced to four hundred years in prison. Harry was pleased with this outcome, but he couldn’t help but wonder. Donation had said, “Let’s go home.†But where exactly was home for the Whizzo Brothers and their posse? They were phantoms. Harry was surprised to find himself feeling sorry for them. Did they ever have awesome parties?
A rock smashed through Harry’s window. There was a note attached. It said simply, “Yes. Right now. Map on reverse.†Harry alerted his friends and wife, and they all went to the party. What happened there, stayed there. All Harry was able to say is that he woke up in a used-rug shop next to a furry brown rodent.
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Those are all so far. Currently I’m working on the last one. I mean for it to be the last one. In the series, anyway. I might bring some characters back in a different series, but it’s unlikely.
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Skipper, do what I doand fallf for wierd guys. It works. We share the same polical opinions, and intrests.
As forme, so long I keep sniffiing the Sensuality Aromatherapy in Bath and Body Works, I can’t keep my mind off of romance. But i should be morelike Skipper, and not worry somuch about it.
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yeah…all the guys who have liked me have been pervs. but then again, there arent many guys at my skool that are actually my “type.” as in – the overwhelming majority of them are jocks who think girls like me are sorta weird – and not in a good way either.
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well, i must go vacuum the endless stairs in my house now…grr. at least its exercise…sort of.
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could we put the HP fanfiction on a different thread? its clogging this one.
116- I would take out a book and try to read it ignoring everyone else. (unless there was somthing to talk about with the other 2 girls, which i doubt.)
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You should be pleased to know, X-Chairman Granto, that I read all of those. They were quite good. Are you planning on explaining about Donation’s unusual powers in the last story?
The only thing I didn’t like was how there wasn’t really any female involvement in any of them. All the bad guys were just that– guys. And Ginny and Hermione didn’t really do anything, despite the fact that both of them are very good witches. But still good stories.
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Ebeth with another link needing zappage. /trying to sneak through. Anyway, this is just a newspaper article, nothing bad about that right? It’s about my uncle and it is very froody so pleasey please? Plus we might go see it (the play i mean)
zap. Froody yes, but I had to zap anyhow. — Rosanne
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I did explain them. That’s what’s meant by this sentence: “Guru and I have unlocked the fathomless power of the human mind, giving us enhanced powers which you can never understand.” I didn’t include Ginny or Hermione very much because they’re girls, and I’m not privy to the way girls’ minds work. I don’t want them to act certain ways that are horribly wrong, then have people jump on me about it.
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Also, if I made a female a villain, I’d be accused of bigotry and seixsm, things which do not apply to me.
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Well, that’s true. Most males will never understand the workings of the female mind.
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Females are more complex, mysterious and sensetive. (in my opinion anyway.)
The last time I have seen a boy cry was fourth grade. But I heard they do cry… At home…
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my little brother cries al the time… crocodile tears mostly, because he knows he can get me in trouble.
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Oh man i hate that when boys pretend to cry. lbs do that all the time. It’s really annoying. It’s bad enough when it’s yours and you get in trouble for something he did, but it’s also really awkward when you’re at a friends and theirs starts in. They just wail. It hurts your ears!
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I don’t remember having anyone cry in my stories. Remind me please?
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Hullo. I’m back. I just thought I’d drop in, let you all know how I was doing, see if anyone remembers me, and take a look at the state of the blog.
I’ve been having a good summer so far, with a lot of things going on that I don’t really feel like typing out at the moment, especially since supper is almost ready.
I haven’t been online a whole lot lately, as I’ve been busy with church, friends, and trying to get some reading done. Add to that a week long youth retreat (best week of my life), a week at my grandparents’ house with my cousins, and having to take the ACT, and I’m kind of swamped.
I don’t have a whole lot to say, so I’m just going to kind of end this post. If this gets replied to, I’ll stick around through tomorrow. If y’all still don’t read posts… I’ll be gone tonight.
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MG!!!! *Hugglecglompsnuggle* You’re back!!!
We’re all doing great. Kiki and some others went off to camp. A lotof Gabommba age people are here. I got my first kiss. Itsal guhd.
Hey, MG, are you going to camp, Summber Skool, or anything of the sort? Keep us updated occationally.
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MG, that will probably guarantee you replies from everyone on the thread.
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no offence or anything Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairman Grant O. but let’s leave wriiting harry potter to j.k. rowling she gets paid for it
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Yay, MG’s not dead! I wondered why you weren’t online. And yay you posted again! That makes me happy. *is happy* *virtual choklit*
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MG!!! *hughughughughug* I read posts! I read Grant’s big posts! And I’m sure VF will respond once she gets back from blackbelt testing. Diid you see the The Incredible Morphing Chameleon Thread? We made that after you left to help things. We were sad. Some off us are still sad. Like me. But oh well. Hope you come on later!
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Hullo, MG! Yes, of course we are reading posts. You inspired quite a reform, actually. ( — for the record, some of us never weren’t reading posts in the first place. )
It’s great to see you around though!!
Queenie also is at camp, and so she won’t be back until the beginning of August.
Great to see you back MG. We’ve missed you.
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MG! Glad you stopped by!
USECGO – there is a HP fanfiction thread…technically it’s Michelle W.’s, but she hasn’t posted on it for a long time so I think you could use it..
Hey, those posts are probably once-in-a-couple-months. In fact, posts of that length have never happened from me and will probably never happen again.
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Not that this has anything to do with anything (which is why it’s a RANDOM thread) but I am at Circut City right now and the keyboard on this sample laptop is difficult to get used to….A little like the French ones. It’s not a Mac, which saddens me….But I am just about to purchase the album Queen!! Yay, I almost bought it a week ago, but I got A Day At the Raced instead. As fun as this is, posting a comment on MuseBlog in a store while the whole world watches in weirded-out expressions, I really must go. And I’m grounded from the computer at home, so this is my last resort. Peace, luvs!! Keep yourselves alive!
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(140) MG! It’s so good to see you again! Your summer sounds distinctly more exctiting than mine, thus far.
(143) Tact, dear. That was brilliant Grant. I liked it. ^^
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I would have left a comment on here in England when my brother was borrowing the hotel’s chef’s wireless internet card, but I was only allowed time for one quick e-mail.
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hey, montgumerygurl, nice ta see ya. what was your camp about?
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Squee! MG is back! She sounds like she’s had a relatively placid life since leaving MuseBlog. We’ll have to shake it up with our little sparks of lunacy before she departs once more.
133- You may be the Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairperson, but you’ll never understand girls. I may be Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas, but I’ll never understand boys. Condolezza Rice may be the Secretary of State, but she’ll never understand hot sauce packets.
Don’t feel bad. I’m a girl and I just barely understand how my mind works. All I know is that we all have emotions. But boys are expected to stifle them. And we are all capable of high cognitive prowess. But in our absurd ideas of romance, both (especially females, who for centuries were viewed as home managers and trinkets for men to show off) are traditionally supposed to keep intellectually stimulating thoughts to oneself. This also sort of works into my theory about why Musers and other Muse-ish people like who they do, both as friends and beaux. We know that they will not mind us going against conventional, restricting thought.
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To-old posts from an old thread- I just changed the direction of my toilet paper. It was towards the wall. Yuck.
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Hey, I’m glad to see y’all have reformed a bit! I guess I’ll stick around tomorrow and hang out with my MB buddies for the day.
I’m going to go to bed now. The last week I’ve been at a cabin with my cousins and grandparents. Twelve people crammed into a cabin for four days. Three teenage girls and one seven year old all sharing a room. Constant water skiing. I’m wiped out.
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MG-san! Nice to see you!
I’m in a horrible mood. I had to get a physical today. They always make me feel so… violated. *shudders* (Even tho’ my doctor’s female.) So I had to get a finger prick. I hate needles, so this was incredibly traumatizing. I cried and felt like an idiot. I really hate needles.
And while at summer school, I learned of a graduation party my friends were going to. Since I live really far away from where it was being held, I asked my parents to drive me. But apparently, it was “too late notice” and I couldn’t go. Not fun.
Ignore the ramblings. I get in horrible moods for no apparent reason whatsoever, or really trivial ones like these.
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155- a bit??? A bit??? Well, now, that’s a tad harsh!
156- *hugs and virtual choklit* Hope you feel better tomarrow!
I made a song on GarageBand. Is there any way I can post it do that Musebloggers can hear it?
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It involves some extra GAPA effort, but it can be done. You have to e-mail the file to us at gapa@musefanpage.com. We’ll do the rest. It might not happen right away, though. What format is the sound file in?
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my guinea pig died! it bloody well went and kicked the bucket! *sniff* today i mourn the passing of Bert, who died this morning sometime between 2 and 6:30 (which i know because i was up at 2 eating toast) he was 7 years old, and out lived his brother ernie who i never met, and his friend midnight, and is outlived by his friends heidi and hilda. he was very nice. he was also very fat, but that was last year. his birthday was june 6 or something. my brother is very upset by all of this, and my mother yelled at me for not going to the swim meet, heaven knows why. anyway, bert is now in guinea pig heaven.
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*sigh* So dark the con of man. sorry for i am reading the davinci code againe. well, i guess i’d better get on with it. good day to you, sir gapa.
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who is kiki? i feel like i should know this.
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guess what! my mom went to the used book store and there was this huge, new, hardback, illistrated copy of the davinci code and she bought it for 10 bucks instead of 35! and it’s really cool.
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Read post 155-Is this real?
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hi darth yoda.
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159- Aww. I’m so sorry. *bestows choklit*
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DY (163),
I don’t think MontgomeryGurl is a fictional character.
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159- Oh no! *hugs and virtual penut butter*
161- kiki_the_great. She left for camp tho. (See top of this thread)
156- I dislike needles and nails for a few reasons too…Story time!
Well, back in 4th grade, i was sitting at home with the babysitter, and i was in the basment with her and VF doing somthing or other. So I stood up and went to get somthing fom the other end of the room and steped on somthing that really hurt. I cried and the babysitter came over to see what i had stepped on. It looked like the head of a nail had broken off jaggedly and I had steped on the sharpbit on the head. So it was tears and stuff till I got over it about 30 min. later. Then at school about a week later i was gtting picked up by my mom when I remembered I had forgotten somthing in my teachers room. So I ran up to gat it when all of a sudden my foot really started to hurt, like more than a bee sting. I fell over and couldn’t stand up for a minute. So when I got back down and told my mom about it she was like “hmmm okay” and the same thing kept happining every couple weeks for the next 2 months. So one day I was sitting in my basement, and noticed that there was a bump on my foot, by the heel. Mom said it might be a bone spur, and if it was not to worry cause they could take it off. So then the next week I was going outside to paint somthing, and I was sitting in one of those plastic deck chairs and scraped my foot agenst the back. I glanced down at it and saw somthing black on my foot, sticking out a little. I pulled on it and this inch-long nail comes sliding out(don’t worry, no blood. The heel doesn’t have much blood in it ad I missed hitting all the veins, luckey me). So I ran and told mom and stuff. Turns out that when I stepped on that broken nal head at the begining of the story, I stepped on a hole nail and the head broke off, leaving a nail in my foot for 8 whole weeks. Ouch. Don’t enjoy handling nailguns much anymore.
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155- MG! It’s nice seeing you, old chap..
159- ooh, I’m sorry about your guinea pig.. how many do you guys have?
167-ooh, that hurts..
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glad that youve been having a fun summer MG!
#159: im sorry!
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(159) Oh… I’m sorry. -hugs and gives choclate- I still refuse to spell it differently. Hmph.
(167) o______________o That’s…terrible.
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158- I think it’s an MP3. I’ll check. Thanks, though! Actually, I listen to it again and decide if it’s really worth making you take the time to post it.
159- I’m sorry! “sends virtual flowers to honor Bert*
167- Wow. Ouch.
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167- That reminds me of the time I was playing badminton and my brother had left a hacksaw lying in the yard.
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154- like it matters? im laughing
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(172) I assume the hacksaw was not injured in that incident.
I’m charging my iPod. It’s amusing. I almost have it filled up, since it’s a Shuffle.
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Let’s just say I now have a really deep scar on my fourth right toe.
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Ouch, USECGO. Sorry to hear that. I hoep it feels better. Whats a hacksaw? Sorry, I’m dumb.
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Did the scar come from the badmitton racket or the hacksaw?
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I’m baaaaaaack!
Yay.
And I got a new memory card for my camera. w00t.
86- Yeah, AOE. I think it’s quite olde… But Civilization IV is coming out. Or has come out. Not sure. I have number three….
92- I hate that show.
USECGO- I heart FFs. Yours pwned. But I can’t see Hermione riding a motorcycle. Or Ginny not working with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Creeveys. Other than that, moste excellent!
Hi, MG!
156- Eew, I hate those. *hug*
167- Oow. *hughughug* I was once in a car crash and got some glass in my head…I still have a scar, actually, but my bangs hide it. And I used to get splinters all of the time when I was a wee lass.
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166-yeah but she…awwww. Im just embarassing myself
The hacksaw. It’s a saw with a thin blade, usually used to cut through metal of some kind. I was going after the birdie, which had gone over my head, and I was watching it, so I couldn’t see where I was going.
If you liked the first four stories, you’re going to love the last one. I plan to involve a lot of people, including some new cohorts of the Whizzos. At the end, I’m going to have credits, like a film, so you can see which person is based off of whom.
One time I was on a swing (I was like 3 or 4, long time ago) and some older kids were playing tag. One of them wasn’t paying attention, ran out in front of me. I now have a faint scar on my forehead. Teeth. That’s all I’m going to say.
I didn’t refer to the original Age of Empires, I meant AoE II and all that followed.
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i’ve never had a physical. what are they?
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182- They weigh you and measure you and prod you with sticks and then they stick you with a needle and take your blood away.
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What is exactly involved in a physical? I know what they are…like doctor’s visit’s, right? To a pediatrician?
I hardly ever go there…I haven’t for several years. I see a gastroenterologist every month, so my parents don’t really see the need to go to ANOTHER doctor.
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Well. My day back at the MB is over, and I’ve made all of three posts.
I’ve had kind of a busy day. Had prayer meeting all morning, followed by book reading and TV watching, an excursion to Wal-Mart, and reading my Bible. By then it was now.
Well, I’ll drop in again sometime and tell y’all how everything is going. I’ll do better the next time I come, I promise.
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A physical is just a basic checkup to see how everything is functioning and to make sure there’s nothing wrong with you. Like, for playing a sport or getting some jobs, so your employers or whatever don’t get sued for you getting hurt because of something that was already wrong with you. It’s to make sure you’re healthy, basically.
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Woah..look at Koko at the top of the page! Coolio.
and then…we were talking about the the bike trail that goes through TC (hes a fitness freak), and he asked me if i wanted to bike downtown monday. i said sure, of course – and then…hes like “ok, its a date!” he immediately asked if ive had any other BFs.
my problem is: he used to just be my guy friend . if things somehow dont work out, then i still want to be friends with him. but would that even be possible? how?
…well i wont think about that now!
hehe.
guess.
what.
he said i looked hot in black.
no one has ever said that to me!!!
ever!
(my emoness resurfaced last fall after i fell apart from some preppy, rather controlling friends – and i guess he likes it)
mrahr!
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ha. i just took the tablecloths out of the dryer, and now im wrapped in one.
thats how strange i am.
its so warm&cozy………
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emogrl… I have no personal experience but people i know are still friends with their exs… i’m sure it’ll work out
ugh. i have to get a physical if i want to play sports next year. grr.
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MY COMPUTER SMELLS LIKE SUSHI!!!
no.
i dont know why either.
shut up already.
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*gasps* koko is all psychadelic!
squee.
im not even kidding. my comp smells all fishy + wasabi-ish.
jeesh.
id like to see someone be more random than that!
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Hmm. Uneventful summer days, MongumeryGurl. You and I share many of them.
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cool emogrl! he sounds like a nice person. I’ve known people who manage to stay freinds with ex’s. have fun!
I’ve been so lazy. It’s fun. I wake up at 9, eat breakfat, read, eat breakfast again, read some more, check the museblog, surf the web, paint, practice clarinet, talk on the phone with freinds, read some more. summer is the best!
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188 – Don’t worry about it, emogirl. Just concentrate on having a good time. He sounds like a great guy.
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My mother is taking advantage of the summer to force my brother and I to do chores. “No more school? Let’s spend an entire morning cleaning out the guesthouse, which has spiders similar to those in the Forbidden Forest! Then we can have lunch, and then you two can go have a dentist appointment!” I’m not kidding. This was my Monday.
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Koko changed!
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NOTICE
GWEN IS GOING TO VIRGINIA FOR THREE DAYS STOP
SHE WILL PROBABLY NOT BE ABLE TO POST STOP
SHE HOPES THAT YOU ALL HAVE FUN BUT BEHAVE YOURSELVES WHILE SHE’S GONE STOP
GAPAS DON’T LET THEM KILL EACH OTHER STOP
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Have fun, Gwen!
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new koko? Or is it my computer?
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[a]I’m The Green Poster. I always post in green. There’s a telegram for all musebloggers.
TO ALL BLOGGERS
PLEASE VISIT THE MOSTLY HARMLESS THREAD STOP
I HAVE A GREAT IDEA STOP
IT IS CANNONBALL PIES STOP
FROM THE GREEN POSTER
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GOODBYE GWEN STOP
HAVE A GREAT TIME IN VIRGINIA STOP
WE’LL MISS YOUR CREATIVE GENIUS STOP
AND WE PROMISE TO BE AS GOOD AS WE POSSIBLY CAN WHICH ACTUALLY ISN’T THAT GOOD BUT IT’S THE BEST WE CAN DO STOP
….posting ins telegram is fun, but it gives me a bit of a headache.
191-your computer smells like sushi? my mousepad smells like prickly pear jelly! let’s all eat our computer equipment! yeah! w00t! party! *throws confetti and does a jig*
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P.S. Please, please please….. STOP
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I like video games. I’m ashamed.
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i like koko!
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green poster to post in green you must do this (a) write what you want to say (/a) except replace the parentheses with
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[Finishing post 206]
< and >
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I woe up at 5:20 this morning fo no reason. I was going to go downstairs and make waffles but I read my book instaed. Maybe next time.
196- Sounds a bit like my friend. And durring the school year, she couldn’t ride the bus anymore because “if you have time to ride the bus you have time to clan the house.” She’s allways cleaning the house. And it never gets ny cleaner!
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I like iced tea.
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I like iced tea too.
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Green poster…to make green, use angle brackets: instead of these [][].
Wal-Mart??!??!? how could you???!! oh well, I love you anyway
My summer is exhausting so far.
Get up at 7
eat breakfast
practice piano for at least an hour
do some very physical thing like a long bike trip or rock climbiing
eat lunch
hang out with family
etc.
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Congrats emogrl. Sounds like a nice sort of dude. 209-that was totaly random.
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I don’t like tea that much
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I love tea. My Chinese relatives would flay me into teensey happy little shreds if I didn’t, though, so I kind of have to. Hee.
Koko Nouveau beeth shiny. (Did I spell that right? There’s a reason I quit French Club in fourth grade: it’s only slightly better than English, and I can’t remember anything in it.)
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No Muse Blog for awhile.
I got grounded.
But I’m going to a baseball game tomorrow and I’m bringing a book…
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DEAR EVERYBODY STOP
I KNOW THAT YOU FIND TYPING IN TELEGRAPH FORM AMUSING STOP
MAYBE ONCE WAS FUNNY STOP
BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE…….STOP
188- Wow. Good for you. I never had much luck with guys, and don’t see my luck changing anytime soon.
215- Oh, poor you. *snibble* See you soon! Hopefully!
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216- I like the last sentance of your telegram. ^_^ clever use of stop.
Does anyone else here like the Abarat books? There is going to be a fifth one apparently!
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DY (215),
Remember Muser procedure for ballgames:
(1) Look for other Muse-age kids who are reading books there. If you spot one,
(2) Walk over.
(3) Say, “You need to know about this.”
(4) Hand him or her a piece of paper with “www.musefanpage.com” written on it.
(5) Disappear mysteriously back into the crowd.
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218- I love abarat! but i thought it would be a trilogy…
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Has anyone read The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue or The Book Thief by Markus Zusak? Just curious.
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-ahem-
I’d like to divert everyone’s attention to the superb Poems and Songs v. 2006.2. Yes this is shameless plugging. But we’d love to hear your poems/songs/rhapsodies over the written word.
Posssstttttttt~.
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Okay, okay. I will. As soon as I write a poem I deem fit enough to post.
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#198: hope you have a good time there!
#202: or maybe were both completely wacked. oh well. printer actually doesnt taste that bad *takes another bite out of printer; ink dribbles off of chin*
224 (emogrl)- Dandelion tea is yummy. Ever try chrysanthemum or jasmine? Also quite wonderful and very calming.
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thanks for dropping that poems link, Axa! Heheheh… soon we shall revive that thread and THEN no one will be able to stop the muser-poets!
218- Really? But he hasn’t even gotten the third one out yet…. has he? *scurries off to check Amazon*
221- No, sadly. I will someday though, when I achieve my goal of reading every worth-reading book in the world.
I’m addicted to tea. In the morning I drink 3 cup of Russian Caravan, and I ice what’s left in the pot and drink it in the afternoon. I also like peppermint tea.
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I just finished the 2nd abarat book. My library only has two abarat bookes-the first and second… MUST go find bookstore…
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i don think the 3rd one is out yet…
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emogrl- Yay for you!
218- Yes!! A fifth? How many are there??? I thought only two so far…
221- No, but The Stolen Child is on my list. I’l have to check out the other one, too!
I’m pretty sure there is going to be a fifth Artemis Fowl book, too…and I’m going to have to get it seeing as I started the series years ago and I would never stop. Reading any series or trilogy or whatever, actually. No matter how bad the books got. But the AF books are pretty decent.
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I read the first Aretmis Foul book, and it was really good, but I didn’t really like the second one so I didn’t read the third.
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where do you go rock climbing Panda?
i’m reading abarat righht now.
i read i am the messenger, another book by m.z.
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ooh, that would be schweet if there was another AF book!
i drink jasmine tea a lot. it tastes good with honey.
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SN – whats russian caravan?
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I checked Amazon and Clive’ Barker’s website. The third one isn’t out yet but it’s due this year. It will be called Abarat:Absolute Midnight and have a black cover.
I like rock climbing. There’s a nice small indoor gym downtown. I’ve taking rock climbing camps there and in those we go up to the mountains and climb.
I’m currently reading Treasure Island. Yes, I had never read it before. It is muy bueno.
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I like rock climbing. And high ropes. And roler costers. I never hold on. Adrenaline Adict! That’s me!
232- Yeah….I just Googled it. *is a complete dork* And found it on Wikipedia: here…
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what’s stolen child about?
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Hmmm… I was under the impression that there were only four books… Read it in a review somewhere…
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I’m not good with hot things, so if I make tea I have to let it cool down a lot..
Sometimes teabags don’t always work for me, so I have my own little recipe, involving lemon extract, honey, and some of the powdery stuff from those little Crystal Lite packets that make lemonade.
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we go climbing at this place near my house..GAPA will probably zap it if I name the place.
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Poems? I love POETRY!! Ahem, ahem:
There once were two lemons, who wanted to bake
But did not know exactly just what to make
they read a cookbook
one shouted,”LOOK!”
and stuffed the other in a bowl making LEMON CUSTARD CAKE. :]
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241- Oh, Crystal Lite! My family is obsessed with those!
Yay! I’m using my mom’s keen laptop to post. I tried to say something earlier, but we had to go and do stuff. For those who are curious, I went up to visit my cousins, most of whom live in Virginia. I’ve been having loads of fun!
I told my older cousins Catherine and Emily about tenrecs. They are actually deeply Muse-ish, but didn’t believe such a thing existed. So I Googled images and showed them. Emily really liked the yellow-and-black ones.
On the morrow, my Uncle Don will be visiting the house (belonging to my Aunt Lori and Uncle Pat, parents of previously mentioned) where my family and I are staying. He gave me my subscription to Muse (squee!).
*lurks off to Muse Fanfiction thread*
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#235: rollercoasters = schweetness
i esp like the ones that go upside down!
#238: squeee! less than 3 months until its out!!!
*pulls SM into weird impromptu dance*
squee.
#241: im obsessed w/ crystal lite. i usually go through a pitcher of the strawberry kiwi stuff in 2 days.
i think the reason why i feel bad is that i dont know why i dont love him. i mean, we have basically all the same interests, hes honest and easy to talk to, he likes me b/c im “easy to talk to” and not “fake” (“cakey w/ makeup” in his words). so he likes me for who i am, and it seems like someone like that is esp hard to find, esp for me! but im faking it right now. im faking i love him. and im being relly mean leading him on like this.
…ok, i think i know why i dont love him.
hes not weird enough!
uh, ill try to explain:
i guess…my ideal match would be a…total nutcase! i mean, a crazy sense of humour and all that. and he would be a lot more outgoing, in a random way.
me + (wont mention name) have a good balance during conversations and everything, but it seems like were just too serious. and hes a bit of a conformist. im not holding that against him. but seriously…i was head over heels for this one guy in 9th grade, and i mean he wore bright green cargos and pink shirts and stuff. and he was relly weird so thats why i liked him. maybe “original” is the adjective im looking for.
anyways, yeah. i feel like s t.
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Aw, Emogrl. That sounds pretty stressy. I dunno, I’ve never been in that situation.
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(233) Russian caravan is a type of black tea. It has a kind of smokey taste.
(243) Hahaha! That’s funny. There’s a poems thread here: https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=330.
PLEASE PLEASE go there M & M we need more people!
(245) That’s hard.
But here’s waht I have to say:
Whether or not he’s weird enough or not, you shouldn’t feel like you have to love him. I mean, you sound like you’ve beens freinds for a while but you’ve only gone on one date! Love is something that comes from a long relationship. Don’t feel like so bad about not “loving” him, because there’s no way you could.
I’m listening to The Who. They pwn!!
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aw, thanx for the words of wisdom there.
i still havent thought of a way to break it to him that i just want to stay friends…but i might be able to buy some alone-time today (grandmas coming for dinner so i must remain in the house ) then ill have more time to think. right now, im thinking maybe i just wont say anything for another day or two. but then…what if he does something relly extravagent – like what if he buys some relly expensive gift for me or something? that will make breaking up with him ever more difficult.
*moans*
d n.
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Urgh. Me needs choklit. My camp is awesome, but it is so dang freezing. Last night I had a dream I met Robert. I’m doing archery and stuff, very cool figuratively and literally.
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Don’t worry: nightmares are common the first few nights in a new place.
I hear you really are on track to meet Samablamablous, however. True?
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i’m sorry emogrl! but skippers right.
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243- *applause*
245- Um, *dances too about AF book* Hmm, that sounds really sad…maybe you could try to get him to “loosen-up” or something? Maybe he was just really serious because he was nervous? And try it for a little…but if you don’t really like him that way, it would probably be a goode idea to break it off before things get too serious…Sorry, I’m not goode at advice…
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I GOT ACCEPTED TO FORENSIC CAMP!!!!!!
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245- *hugles* Poor you. Hmmm…I guess the best thing to do would be tell him soon..but I have no experence in these matters whatsoever. So. I guess my best advice is…go find someone who acually has advice. Sorry. Poor you.
249- What did you say? Did you screem?
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congraulations SM! have fun.
I am at my mother’s office. She has lots of pretty paper here.
*is easily amused*
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*pies Jadestone*
Does that amuse you, SN?
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please no pieing. *erects pie shield.*
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Hey. *pies Copper Yeti when FF is not looking*
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253- Cool! That sounds fun. When do you go? Was it hard to get in?
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Forensic camp. That sounds really interesting! How did they accept people…?
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…And so ends my brief stay on the Blog, as I am leaving for a tiny, tiny town in NC tomorrow morning. I’m still sane, and the Blog seems too be improving at a rapid pace. Most have given up spamming, too much first-post competition, bashing for no reason, and have at least tried to spell things correctly. Hurrah!
Anyway, farewell, I’m off to the land of hiking mountains, sleeping under tarps, harmony singing, Bring-It-Back-Alive playing, bagpipe piping, tibetan bowl singing, square dancing, woods-hiding, skit directing, and generally having a wicked good time.
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if you want to pie, we can set up the first whenever we feel like it pie war tournament.
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I feel I MUST tell you this, you all being my fellow MuseBloggers/Musers, so I’ll break the news to y’all:
My scores for the SAT came in yesterday. I’ll just throw it at you, let you digest these unfathomable numbers. I’ll include my scores from the first test, too, so you can see the miracle unfurl before your very eyes and compare the mind-boggling figures (mostly of the latter one).
TEST #1
Date: 1 April 2006 (Heck of a day for a test as important as this, let alone one at all.)
Critical Reading: 490
Writing: 490
Math: 470
Essay: 6 (scored 2 – 12)
(Pretty good – Not spectacular, but alright.)
TEST #2
Date: 3 June 2006
Critical Reading: 570 (69%)
Writing: 570
Math: 570 (65%)
Essay: 10
(Are these the correct scores?? Let me check….I think I logged in correct….Yuppers, those are mine!!)
Barely over 2 months and I scores increase by nearly 100 in an average. (It’s actually 86.6 with a repetand. Just checked.) I only studied a small bit and fell asleep when I did so. I was so worried I’d blow it because I hadn’t studied almost at all.
The cut-off to get into ATYP is 520, a heck of a lot more than you need to get into a small college (with my first scores I could’ve gotten into WMU). I’m in.
Though I must tell you, even though I got the same score in all three catagories, I’m really a lot better at Language Arts than Math. I’ll probably do the Language Arts rather than Math. But then there is the chance that I might not get into KAMSC, so it’d be nice if I could get a stab at more Math background.
But I know I’ll do Language Arts for sure. Rub this in the professor’s face!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tell me that’s “okay”!!
Hollllllllllly….GOD, I am AMAZED at myself!!
And another thing that’s AWESOME about this!!: My friend Elora could also do both the classes, but she’ll probably just do the Math, but because we won’t have Adavanced English this next year (not that TAG would do much anyway…) she’ll probably do the Language Arts as well. So we’ll have half the freaking DAY of classes together on Wednesdays!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
This is why I’m listening to “Got My Mind Set On You” in celebration:
“It’s gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time
To do it, to do it, to do it,
To do it, to do it, to do it right child”
Also,
“I know that if I out my mind to it
I know that I really can do it”
I put these lyrics in because I know it’ll be a HECK of a LOT of WORK (those words go together remarkably well!!), but I still want to do it. I don’t love ATYP or work or school devotently, it’s just that I’m SOOO glad that I finally get a challenging academic career to pursue outside of Scumbag Institution and Academy, which is my school, put nicely. Even the teachers say so.
*SQUEAKS AND SQUEALS AND SAYS “SQUEE” IN DELIGHT, PRIDE, HAPPINESS, RELIEF AND MAYBE A HINT OF NERVOUSNESS??*
I thought it was worth mentioning.
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thanks guys…
#253: SCHWEETNESS!!!
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Has anyone heard of The Faint?
i had never listened to them before, but then my friend gave me the cd the other day. techno! its so weird, but i listened to the cd 3 times yesterday. i luv it.
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263 – Yaaaaay! Go you! You must be so happy! *Does dance*
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what’s tibetan bowl singing?
yay KQ and SM!
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260- No idea. GPA and entrance essay, probably.
263- w00t for you!…my scores came in ages ago. Don’t remember them & am too lazy to check online…I didn’t do well on the essay…My best score was math.
264-
It’s been raining like crazy all day here….and the Firmware Upgrade on my camera was sucessful!
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Yay!! Thanks, everyone!! I pulled my groin the day before I heard and was pathetically limping around and when I saw the scores I promptly forgot about it! Wow, I’m SOOO happy!! *dances and sings to “I’m A Loser”*?? Not kidding, that is what’s playing right now…
268- Don’t feel bad about the essay: they only take about 2 minutes to grade the thing. Congrats about forensic camp!! Have a good time!!
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Sorry, but aside from Essay, what are these scores out of? And what do the percentages mean? But whatever it all actually means, I’m sure you did really good. Congratulations!
Yeah, being only in seventh grade, I don’t know a lot about the SAT’s.
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(207) how did you do that? i’ve worked out how to write > and ♥ , but not that.
we had three pigs, MG. c’ept now we have two. but we’re babysitting everybodies pigs for summer vacation, so we’ll have about seven or so.
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< = < plus the semi colon.
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Yes…what are the scores out of?
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I think everything else is scored 200 – 800, so I’m in the upper half. The percentages tell you what percentage of college-bound seniors (nationwide, I think) I did better than. First time I took it, I only got in the 40% or something. But when you look at what time of year I took it, it makes sense that I got the better score at the end of the year. By then we had finished all our units and were reviewing for exams, so it was fresher in my head.
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By “everything else” I mean the Critical Reading, Writing and Math. Sorry ’bout that.
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Ebeth don’t ask a question if it’s not going to show up, no one will answer. (she said “Yes…what are the scores out of?” for those of you who want to know
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Record-breaking rainfall. Actually, it has been raining for the last, um, 4 days in the NorthEast. Like, people are evacuating from low ground and dams are close to breaking. This is crazy. Moste of it is further north than where I live (NEPA)…But the ground is completely soggy and streams abd the Susquehanna (sp?) are overflowing. Along with the basements of many people. Parts of [name of town where my school is omitted] that were flooded in ’72 from Hurricane Agnes are being evacuated. Like the nursing home where my aunt is. Which means that the bottom level of my school is most definitely flooded. The phone lines aren’t working but my cable internet is…The other day two people drowned in a spillway…but they jumped in…the first one because he thought he could swim in it [they recovered his body] and the second one tried to save him [but they didn’t find him]. This is totally insane.
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#278: whoa…its been raining a lot here too, but not that much, and…
aw deus. it just started to again. and i have to walk to work soon! grr…
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277-??? *is confuzzled* PP said that.
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261- Have fun! Thanks for dropping in.
263- Cool! Congratulations! that’s great! The SATs sound like hell. GOod job.
278- Wow. That’s a lot of rain. It’s been rainging here too, and jsut that alone is awesome. But I can’t imagine it being that wet.
My freind and I had movie night…. we watched Tommy!!!! It was INCREDIBLE! I love Roger Daltrey.
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Yes..there has been major flooding here. A few days ago, my uncle was stranded on the roof of his house in NY waiting for a boat to pick him up. yikes.
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282- That’s crazy. He was picked up, right? I hope so!
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Aargh. My basement flooded.
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Yes..he was picked up, but he had to wait for a long time.
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I took the SATs earlier this year… I got a perfect score on the Critical Reading and dismal on the math and essay. I didn’t have time ot finish the essay and freaked and forgot how to do logartihms on the math… Not to mention I’ve always been terrible at geometry. But I got into the school I applied to anyway, so it was all good.
272 (Axa)- Wait… like this?
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Sweet Melpomene,
After all the time that’s passed since Hurricane Agnes (34 years), the memory of listening to radio reports of the events along Susquehanna are still sharp in my mind. I didn’t live in NE Pennsylvania but a lot of my relatives did. My grandma’s apartment got flooded almost up to the ceiling. One of my uncles had a small stockyard and it got flooded and the cows floated down the river. I’m not sure if I’m remembering this right but I think most of them were found!
The most interesting (but sad) part of the whole thing for me was afterwards going through all the water-damaged photos rescued from my grandma’s. I got to see lots of pics of my aunts and uncles when they were kids. That was fun. The sad part was that lots were completely ruined.
I really hope your home doesn’t get flooded! But if it does, you’ll have some vivid memories, that’s for sure.
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That’s so sad…but water-damaged photos look kind-of cool.
Some of this is on the national news. It’s unnerving.
Thanks…I hope not…My house is pretty high up…like our neighborhood is on top of a big hill…Some of my friends live in, um, lower [?] places, though…I hope they don’t get flooded out…
I think that, if my house were about to be flooded, I’d rip my computer out of the wall, take out the hard drive, run to get my favourite books, and then hope I can canoe. Yes, we have a canoe. It’ll be next to useless. I might as well get in a car. Two feet of water can float a car. I think. Yeah.
Okay, done rambling.
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280- Strange…I was scrolling down and accedentally hilited everything and it looked like you said that, only ina weird font…oh dear. I’m eaither going mad or somthing strange happened…
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247- Know who you should listen to because they pwn? They Might Be Giants! Try listening toBirdhouse in Your Soul and Ana Ng and Instanbul (not Constantinople) and Doctor Worm! They are all awesome songs!
227, 229 and anyone else who is asking, the only Abarat books that are out are the first and the second. There will be a third, fourth and a fifth.
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Everybody’s talkin bout rain. But here in Washington (not DC but the one where the first STARBUCKS was built ^_^ heh heh) It’s really hot. WAHHHH we’ve been hitting record high temperatures and it makes me worry about global warming. SIGH. And then we watched March of the Penguins(awesome movie) yesterdays yesterday, and that made me think of the polar ice caps melting. I wanna watch “An Inconvenient Truth” though it’ll probably freak me out…
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282 + 284 – sorry about all the flooding :[
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Good Morning how are you, I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things.
I’m not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
One of my nieces introduced me to Doctor Worm — the song, that is, NOT the real or actual worm. Sure is catchy. And silly too. And a bit poignant. I’m rooting for you Dr. Worm.
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Go Dr. Worm!! w00t!
Yikes! That’s scary about all the flooding.
It’s been raining here. I’m not sure if it’s early monsoons or what. It’s exciting though. When it rains here, we run into the backyard or the middle of the street and turn cartwheels. If the dry riverbeds get water in them, we out on golashes and go splooshing. It’s quite a celebration, especially because the drought is worse this year.
But I can’t imagine living in a place where it floods like that…
hope your ok PP and SM!
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(293) That was easily the most moving film I have ever seen, and I higly reccommend you see it too. People can make all the excuses they want, but it comes down to the facts, and they can drown/burn with the rest of us, depending on their location.
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THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have you heard the cow town song?? It is higly amusing.
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I came home from Philidelphia yesterday. they had MAJOR flooding in Pennsylvania, like 3 feet in some places.
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GAPAS, can we have another polling place thread?
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TMBG! w00t. My first post on MB was Why Does The Sun Shine? (The Sun Is A Mass Of Incandescent Gas) on the Poems & Songs Thread. Comment 12.
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hahahahahhaaaa. Channel 99 on my television is currently displaying someone’s desktop. It isn’t mine; they’re using an older version of Windows. *watches* I think they’re scheduling TV shows. COOL!!!!!!!!!
Has this ever happened to anyone else here?
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I’m in Michigan and we had a tremendous downpour yesterday, causing my mum to miss a meeting, but nothing too serious. I don’t live real near to the river in town, so I’m probably fine right where I am. Hope the flooding doesn’t turn into something tragic for you all, wish my best…
281 – You saw Tommy?? Oooh, not fair!! My brother’s Spanish teacher was supposed to give it [soundtrack] to us a couple months ago to put on iTunes, but she never did. Now he’s graduated and having unspeakable adventures in Europe, so I will have to wait until I get into High School (freakishly – one year from now) to get it, unless I buy it before then, which I probably won’t, because I’m cheap. It was sooo NOT fair because when I went to the mall a couple weeks ago to freak out the demon prepps, they had the soundtrack and I almost bought it but I didn’t have too much money so I couldn’t. Of course, it had to be the one Who album I didn’t have that they had and it also had to be two-disc deluxe edition and thus freaking EXPENSIVE!! So I got A Day At the Races instead. And a Led Zeppelin poster. Yay.
Dear me, I do rant on endlessly, don’t I??
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I didn’t like March of the Penguins so much. I mean, the photography was amazing, and the birds are incredile creatures, but the commentary bothered me. It was constantly applying human emotions and concepts to animals where such things don’t apply. No, the birds DON’T fee love. No, they are not a big happy family. They do bond in ways, but it is not this human emotion called “love”. It’s nothing against the birds. But I hate it when people act as if animals are humans.I mean, animals should be respected like humans, but they don’t act like they do things for human reasons. They do what they because it helps them survive. NOT because of any sentimental inner emotion. That’s beautiful. You don’t apply human traits to animals to appreciate them.
Also, because the commentary was so filled up with comments about the “love” and “anguish” it gave hardly any real scientific information.
End rant. Sorry. But do you see what I mean?
I saw on the news about all the flooding in Mid-Atlantic states! Eek!
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hehe. I remember when you posted that, SM. I found it highly amusing.
well today the rain cleared up, and now the blue angels and navy seals are practicing for the airshow right over my house. they woke me up at 12:15 in the afternoon, of all the nerve. jk. but how would you like it if you were awakened by a couple planes doing dive-bombs and trying to break the sound barrier – right over your head??!! its a little scary!
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cotton thirds the request for a polling place
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sorry to double post, but i just noticed the thread. THANK YOU GAPA’S!
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304- I agree. But couldn’t that be the reasons humans do things? *ponders*
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In my experience, a lot of what people do is motivated by the desire to feel superior to other people.
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Sence you closed the Help needed thread, i’ll ask here….do I get the lavender-spoted Choklit-sprinkled hot-pink-bunny points? *puppy dog eyes* Please?
So I either won’t be on for 2 weeks or one whole month. I shall miss you all dearly! I will be on a the rest of the day, and I might check in tomarrow sometime, so I’ll say my final goodbyes later.
*goes off the work on packing*
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Awwwwwww…we’ll miss you! :'( Have a going-away pie! *pies skipper*
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Is your band camp away or a day camp? Ours is a day camp, because there was too much hazing going on so they were like “rar, no overnight for you” Apparantely the class of ’09 was incredibly lucky, having just missed the last year of away camp. And how come, no matter how i spell apparantely, it looks wrong? how DO you spell it? Is that right?
Anyway, done rambling. The choklit is calling me…
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Have fun, Skipper! We shall miss you!
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311-Speaking of which…I saw Citizen Kane for the first time last night at the Ohio Theater. They have some kewl summer program where they show all these old movies on a big screen and stuff…it was an AMAZING movie. At first, the style was really weird and you were like “what in middle-earth are the talking about? What’s the point? The plot? What?” But eventually you get used to it and start to see where it’s going. Oh and btw don’t ruin it for ANYBODY if you’ve seen it before, because nobody told me the key plot twist and it was amazingly fun trying to figure it out. Don’t spoil things! That makes me so mad when people are just like “oh yeah at the end…” i’m like “Grr! Stop! No! Don’t wanna hear!”
g2g
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Aargh. I tried getting my hair dyed. The lady made it four shades darker than my natural colour. But apparently my hair didn’t take to it and is now slightly darker and reddish. Once more, aargh.
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320- Darn. That’s why I never do anything with my hair, except the ocasionaly ponytail when it’s hot out. Never(unless you count the time mom&VF ambushed me with the crimper…*shudders*).
Lesse… I am leavibg foe hockey camp(no computers there) on Wednsday, then on sunday I leave stright from camp and head to the airport, then we get bback a week later and I have 1 week off till overnight camp starts.
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*Pies SN*
have a good time!
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I just keep my hair in a (usually messy) ponytail.
are we going to have a part 4?
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aw…bye ppl! *snibbles* have fun w/o me!!!
ooh, im getting my hair dyed next week. exciting.
my ears are still ringing from the planes this afternoon. they were so loud that my dog was scared.l
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319-anyway continuing i guessed it was his mom. right about the time w/the glass ball, after his 2nd wife leaves him and he like goes crazy and the snow…that’s when i thought his mom. so i was really close but not quite. Anyway, we were in the Ohio theater like i said, in columbus. That place is AMAZING! They have like random couches sitting around, and all these steps and weird carvings and carpets on the walls and whatnot…it’s pretty sweet. And it’s HUGE! Pretty kewl place.
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245- Oh, dear. I pity you. I honestly do. Here’s a bit of advice: give it time. You might find that you really like him if you spend more time with him.
249- I would have been scared to death.
253- Yay! I think… I’ve never been a huge fan of stuff like that. But congrats!
255- Oh, I am as well. I made instant Jello pudding up at my aunt’s house in Virginia for this big family dinner we were having, and then I poured them into those little graham crusts. I was delighted, and entitled them “Topless Mini Pies”.
261- Have fun Pheebs!
263- Yippee! *gives choklit celebratory cake*
Various Posts- Splee for Doctor Worm
Even More Various Posts- All society is merely an attempt to impress one another. That’s my theory. Humans have the annoying and incomprehensible need to feel superior over other people.
315- Bye Skippy! Have fun!
So, I’m trying to do this thing where whenever I want to say something like “cool” or “sweet” I use more retro terminology, like this:
keen
spiffy
nifty
neat-o
boss
funky
psychadelic
groovy
righteous
funky-fresh
hip
dope
stoopid
bad
rad
swell
What do you think? Just a little project I thought I’d try.
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I GOT MY MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!
YAY!
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Like when in chicago they had the cows! Elaborating – –
So a bunch of people from an art place painted a bunch of life-size plastic cows and placed them stratigesly around the city. Some were decorated with flowers, one was covered in plastic gems, and one had a bunck of picaso stuff on it. still more were made to look like planes and it was really cool. There were 200. At the end they auctioned them off and gave all the money to charity. It was really, really cool.
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328 (JS)- Oh, I loved the cows! Somebody who lives near me bought one and has it sitting on his roof. It’s really cool.
320 (SM)- This is why I was scared to get my hair dyed blue. *tragic sigh* Ah, yes, cowardice has found a new meaning in Penty-chan…
326 (Gwen)- Add ‘the cat’s pajamas’. That phrase is the cat’s pajamas. And the bee’s knees, too.
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(317) It’s an over night camp. It’s actually on the grounds of some private univeresity up in Prescott… which is really cool. We get nice(ish) dorms and it’s not as hot.
(324) Ouch. I hate loud planes. They interrupt everything.
(326) I think that idea is just spiffy, kean, neat-o and riteous, Gwen.
Some more words to try:
bodacious
triumphant
most excellent
hoopy
froody
gnarly
magical
phontastique
brilliant
wunderbar
I like the way your mind works, oh Wise Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas.
(320) I hate hair. Much sympathy.
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Righteous! I love that word.
Please don’t say gnarly though. There are some REALLY annoying people in my class who say that aaaaaall the time. it gets on your nerves after a while.
It’s my last day of gym! w00t! Huzzah!
328-omg that’s most excellent and phontastique! (heehee) Somebody did a bunch of little models of the Calder in GR (By “the Calder” we mean the one in GR. The other’s aren’t calders. Obviously. They were just made by somebody named calder. ) They were pretty sweet. But cows are much froodier. Very spiffy.
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Those word suggestions are both psychadelic and totally bodacious, Musers Skipper and Penty-chan. I will have to make a complete list of these swell words.
Perhaps we should try retro antonyms of these words as well? I think I only have a few.
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wiggedy-wiggedy-wack
Yeah, that’s all I’ve got. Would anyone else care to contribute to these neat-o wordlists showcasing the slang of the past few generations? If so, that’d be groovy.
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This deserves a thread all its own.
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it does.
gnarly is bad but gnar-gnar is INFINITLEY worse. do not say it under any circumstances
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333- Yes GAPA, perhaps it does. I am proud to call this totally funky-fresh idea to use these and other such words my own.
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The new thread is now in business, under the name Alternative Slang.
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my grammer book is predijiced!
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i think i have been reading the ancestor of the afareet story. it is way different, and many of the characters are changed beyond recognition or deletd. WEIRD
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338 (FF)- Oh yeah. Definitely. I should probably re-read that sometime.
337 (also FF)- Why is that?
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297- Exactly. I get so mad at the people who constantIy litter and pollute. Don’t they understand that they’re bringing their own deaths to themselves?? Wrote a story about pollution. It’s called Lake Joe :]
304- Yes, I understand. I guess I never thought about it that ways. Maybe they wrote the commentary like that to make it more a family type movie instead of a nature documentary so it would interest more people?Though I agree, photography and the film was excellent! Have fun at camp!
328- Cows? Cowsss??? OoooOOOOoo…. I wanna plastic cow.*drools* In Bellevue, I saw a bunch of Reindeer scattered about that were made of glass like material I think. So purddy.
WHAT? Kiki took only two Muses but THREE magazines with overlyglorified Zac Efron on them?! Grrrr…. Either way, we’re all going to miss her. Right? Right?
Top 2. I got my film today. The pcitrues are ok. I’ll have my friend scan them in and crop them and stuff.
Kiki is leaving? I must’ve missed something? If she is leaving, yes, we will miss her! My vacation starts tomorrow and I won’t have internet access while I’m gone, so it’ll be about three weeks before I can post again. Bye!
What! No! Kiiiiiiikiiiiiiiiii! Don’t leave!
I want to see those pictures, Grant. I’m also insanely jealous you got to go to England. -hmphs-
I’m in the process of making my cosplay outfit for Anime Expo. Tough stuff. I’m just lucky I look a bit like Shizune… -babbles on-
Who is Zac Efron?
Don’t worry, JS. Kiki’s not gone forever. She’s just gone to camp, where she won’t be able to post. She’ll be back sometime in July. And yes, we will miss her Greatness indeed.
I’m going to camp in the beginning of July! I cannot wait. I won’t be able to post for two weeks, possibly a month, though.
Darth Yoda- my cure for insomnia is to read until I fall asleep. And a hot cup of herbal tea helps sometimes too.
It’s Ilan Ramon’s birthday today….He would’ve been 52. God, I hate to think what his family is going through right now….What they have been going through for the past 3 years. When I went to bed last night around 1:30, I saw a single star through the window and just stared at it for a while. I dedicated it to Ilan, one of my heroes form the Columbia tragety, but he was the first Israeli in space. Ah well, celebrate life instead of mourning death, right? Always remember…
bleh. not even a week into break, & im already getting lonely! i cant wait until 4 of july (favourite holiday!) – itll be an exuse to hang out downtown with some friends and watch the fireworks.
heh. i stayed up until 3:30 this morning reading.
*comes back from visiting lots of ancient threads*
ha…i think i mightve found my very first post – it was in a january thread. but i thought that i didnt find this place until the end of february…
If it’s earlier than January 29, I’ll have to revise Who’s Here.
i’m not on who’s here!
I know very well tat my first post was somehwere in a random thread, about censoring books. Emogrl, thread link please???
(8)- Always.
For insomnia, I just Photoshop until my eyes fall out. Works well.
Yup (12),
You’re somebody else, aren’t you?
What do people do if they can’t fall asleep because it is really hot? (well, what I think is really hot is probably nothing to you Arizona people, but…)
I just went to amazon and read muse reviews. I saw your review copper bigfoot and violet fire. There was this one guy though that really dissed muse. He gave us a one star rating, and said not to waste your time on muse. BOOOOOO!!!!! 8- I like your post and I don’t know who IIan Ramon is, but I know how you feel when you look at the stars. Last night I saw a star that just felt right, so I dedicated it to my grandpa wh died two years ago.
(16) Unless it’s humid, I throw all the windows in the house open and crank up the swamp cooler. Then I jump in the shower in my pyjamas with the water on cold.
A wet washcloth over a fan works really well too. Or a couple plastic bags full of ice spread across the bed.
If worse comes to worse, I turn on the AC. But usually the cooler works just fine, because it doesn’t get very humid here.
17- Ilan Ramon was the first Israeli astrounat. He was on Columbia and died with the rest of the crew.
On the bright side, it’s almost my birthday!
(Nearly) Happy birthday, Sir Robin!! And you are pretty much the one person apart from my friends around where I live and my cousins (who incidentally work at NASA) who actually knows who he is. The people at school are hopless.
Urgh. My parents still treat me like I’m five even though I’m nearly twelve and going into seventh grade. Dang those uber dramatic child harassment reports. They just barely let me on MuseBlog when I first started. *huffs* Anyways…
There is magic in the stars, as well as the moon. It’s different magic for different people. For me, it’s the magic of dreams and fantasy. It keeps my imagination open wide, unlike some of the poor deluded imbeciles I must share my public school education with. They either lost that or never had it, and have let their minds be consumed with pop culture and other shallow topics. Sometimes, all I ever need to do is look at the night sky for a minute, and just marvel after a bad day.
Wow, parts of that sounded seriously L.M. Montgomery-esque. But it’s what I really believe.
So, worthy MuseBloggers, I have a question for you: What would happen if a chihuahua and a great dane cross-bred?
my first post was on the march muse contest thread… the IAT.
15; good point.
wow, gwen, I don’t think that would work
I’m sure someone will try though…
little (or not so little) known fact- I am a girl (not a sir)
#16: put an ice pack under your pillow. ive nvr tried it, but it seems like it would work!
#21: wouldnt their DNA be too different?
it was so cold in my house this afternoon. i was upstairs reading (in long pants + sweatshirt) covered with all of my blankets. now its just my house that is freezing. outside its around 75 degrees.
No idea. It would look freakish, providing that it was possible..
Wellsaid, Gwen
To add on the Gwens raphsody, I luff looking attheconstellations and laying withthem inmy imgination. IIts amazing how much creativity can spafrk inyour mind if you look to the stars.
Which reminds me: What would happenif Scorpio wason Tarusessideand stung Orion?
(21) Their child would be a potato. Don’t ask how, ask now, ask Shermin Williams.
Let us pray the chihuahua is not the mother…
If you’re a girl, then you should be Dame Robin.
Gwendolyn (21)- The chihuahua would be crushed.
Mine was actually the very first post on the Museblog. I’d just gotten into the Gaboomba like two weeks before the switch, and when I emailed my comment, the GAPA put it on the Museblog instead.
Avvually, you can breed a Great Dane and chuiauia on a game called Petz. its fun, but theres no version of Petz that works on my compy :(. Zoo Tycoon is a good substitute, though. Only you can experiment with breeding on Zoo Tycoon. Put a peinguin and elephant in the same cage, with the peinguin turf, and the peinguin will kill te elephent. I found that out on Zoo Tycoons offical skr, but I haven’t tested it,.
*can’t experiment withbreeding,Imeant. Stupid parents compy keyboard barely works….
8- that is a beautiful way to celebrate his life. Very cool and thoughtfull
21- that is an awesomely thoughtfull post too. the stars and moon are very magical.
here is something I wrote recently:
The first thing noticed about this room is its octagonal shape. It seems to give an air of mystery to the chamber saying that knowledge will enchant you here. The bookshelves surround you giving a feeling of power and importance. As you look up at the ceiling you realize that it is painted to look like the night sky. A plush deep blue carpet surrounds your feet in warmth as you continue to explore the titles on the shelves. Some are old and crumbling, worn with use yet others are shining with a gleam of new-waiting-to-be-used ready to delight many readers to come. The shelves themselves are dark and imposing yet beautiful. Carvings of weaving vines arch over the tops of the shelves.
30- mine was the second.
i like looking at the stars provide ican see them. ( cloud cover, street lights)
The stars are visible best where I go to camp, since it’s in a more isolated area than where I live. Fallbrook is AWESOME. -love-
21–A grapefruit. Life’s just like that.
I like running around outside in the dark.
This place reminds me of chic-fil-a…once was a humble little midget–well now its HUGE!!! but that’s okay, i love HUGE things. is it a wonder i shop at walmart and ordered a moonbounce as the only thing I wanted on my 4th birthday? of course that’s rougly 7 years behind, but oh well. well hi and bye then, folks. well maybe I’ll peek around.
303–Uh, wait, I don’t think “promiscuous” is a synonym of “random”. It’s the title of a recently released pop song, and that should give you an idea of what kind of word it is.
I thought Grant was the first post?
I love stars. Some people say they’re like windows to heaven, but I think it’s more tiny holes poked in life with a Celestial Needle.
18 &25 – thanks for the suggestions.
(I wish we had air conditioning)
ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE BLOG AT WHOLE:
Today is my last day on the MB for quite a while. Tomorrow I leave for camp, and seven weeks of pure heaven with my friends. I will return to the Blog on August 11, because I get home August 10 at shortly past midnight. My flight is tomorrow, and I will miss you all.
If you have anything you want to settle with me, do it now! Anything you want to ask? Let me know! Thanks, guys, and I look forward to seeing you and catching up on your wonderfully exciting and daring exploits when I get back. when I get back.
31- It’ll kill the elephant? I’m so trying that! And to think I used to have fun throwing people in the water or in dinosaur exhibits…
I can usually see the stars. That’s one of the goode things about living in TheMiddleOfNowhere, PA. Needless to say, that’s not my actual town.
EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! I just took out the million braids I put into my hair last night, and it LOOKS LIKE I CRIMPED MY HAIR. I’m not sure whether to laugh until my ribs crack, or to cry because I look like a moron.
I GOT MY FIRST KISS TODAY!!!
The same person I tried to kiss during my “Gods Toys” rant. He just said “Okay” and made a grunt of a laugh. Then he told the teacher that I kissed him, and she didn’t seem to care. I thought I would be be exepelled for sure.
45-Gratters. I can tell you a very funny story about my first kiss, but it’s not really all that interesting. You’re a very forward person, Copti. As a q, how old are you? People refer to me as “outrageously precocious,” but it was only two years ago.
I feel like stars are threatening. My friend’s planet got blown up by one, so that might be it.
CY- Yay for you!
Queenie- Have fun at camp! We’ll miss you.
(45) Hohoho, preschool for me. It was an odd experience, seeing as how I was four. I suppose it doesn’t count.
Toodles Queenie! I will miss your wit while you’re gone. That camp sounds fun, so enjoy it, and etc.
45 congrats?
i’m sorry gwen!
we’ll miss you queenie
48- Hahaha. Kindergarden. But I suppose that doesn’t count either.
Thanks guys! I’ll be fine at camp-it’s gloriously divine, but I will miss hanging out with you and throwing pies.
I haven’t been on for a while have i? Oh well. Stuff’s been happening. Gym (torturous *dies*), a short ban, all that good stuff.
So whazzup everybody?
Ditto with Queenie Quote:I’ll be fine at camp-it’s gloriously divine, but I will miss hanging out with you and throwing pies.: Unquote
I’m going to camp for a week on suday… It shall be FUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m gonna miss museblog though.
Only for a week though!!!!!!!
The only computers they have are in the office and I don’t think I’m gonna sneak in.
I think I’ll write a story while I’m there. I’ll dedicate it to the musebloggers and GAPA! I have a character. Where should it take place? I’m thinking Seattle… Or Chicago. Someplace windy… I think it’ll be a mystery…
Any suggestions for my story?
#44: hehe. just dunk your head in some water and youll immediately be de-frizzed.
Dudes! Peoples! I am officially OUT OF SCHOOL!!!!!! Yeah! course, that was yestiddy. oh damn, i just cut my toe on something, excuse me,
augh, it’s bloody. i think i cut it on my old microwave, which is sitting right here. at least it’s not rusty, but it’s probably not sanitary. and we have no band-aids. crap.
well, this summer might not be that boring after all…i finally found a voice teacher that teaches during the summer, and my first lesson is tomorrow! so im excited, b/c ill finally get some personal feedback about my voice…but im a little nervous. oh well. guess thats normal. if it turns out that i actually do have a voice, then maybe i can do Music Boosters this year and get some $ for college…b/c ill definitely need it.
‘k. now it’s not bleeding. hmm.
la la la singing in the rain…
congrats, CY..
we’ll miss all you going-to-camp people!
50 (SM)- That raises an interesting question… When does a first kiss count as a first kiss?
61: it does. like my friend was giong to have to kiss someone during truth or dare but she wouldn’t. later she told me it was cause she didn’t want to waste a first kiss but i don’t think that really counts… same with when you’re really little.
Capricious- Have fun at camp, too!!! You shall be missed!
I guess when bothe parties involved in the kiss agree that it counts?
45) congratulations. First kisses are interesting. Mine was last year. I wish it had happened differently than it did but I don’t regret that it happed the way it had. Meh. I guess first kisses aren’t usually the best kisses as they are your first so you haven’t exactly had much practice. Not that I’ve had many kisses..
My summer is fun. I’m participating in a camp right now. It is a day camp where you take a class during the day. There is a break for lunch and rec hour. In general the camp has a zany awesomeness not unlike the MuseBlog. In fact, there is a girl in my class who is a muser. I don’t know if she is a museblogger though. This camp is MITY. You can also live in the dorms even if you live somewhat nearby the camp.
Enjoy camp Queenie J!
Okay you guys. I need your help. When I need fairly obscure things I go to you. Please give me fairly obscure titles of books, movies, tv shows, operas, songs, musicals for charades. Try to make it so that the words in the title are hard to act out. For example The Compleet Molesworth and Attack of the Smart Pies. These are excellent because A) not very many people know about them and B) “attack” “smart” and “Molesworth” are hard to act out. Please tell me what it is i.e. if it is a book or a movie or a tv show etc. Thanks!
I’m 12.. He was either 13 or 14, 14 most likely, since hes an Aries.
Notto doublepost, but I’m a Scorpio, so my B-Day is late
#56: a piece of tape with a bit of kleenex inside is a good substitute for a band-aid (i had to do this a few times today b/c i attempted to trim my nails).
Sung Kang is the best person in the world.
♥
hey does anyone here a member of quizila?? b/c i took a “random” quiz there the other day (it mentioned llamas in almost every question, and my results turned out to be “squirrels” – i laughed for at least five minutes), and it just reminded me of a few of you
I have no idea..
Parents usually kiss their babies, etc..
66-
London Fields by Martin Amis
Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat
Don’t Die Before You’re Dead by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
67-Ooh, an older man! Coti! Coti is a blend of “Copper” and “Yeti”, if you haven’t figured that out yet.
72- but I think that parent to child and sibling to sibling kisses definately don’t count. We could also ask whether this is only including mouth to mouth. I have a great history of kissing people on the shoulder. Okay, I’ve only done it twice. And once was at a birthday party in first grade. We were standing in line for something and I zoned out and thought the kid in front of me was my brother so I affectionately kissed him on the shoulder.
73- Thanks!
Can amyone recomend Blue Man Group songs. MAybe The Current… I’m kinda short on cash..
There’s this extremely weird television program on NBC that recently featured a man in an inflatable cow suit. Truly froody. Had I not been gripping the arm of my couch, I would have been rolling on the floor with laughter.
(21) Yeah for keeping you imagination! Lately, I’ve been taking to dragging my comforters out by the pool and just falling asleep watching the stars.
As for the chihuaha and the great dane, I think that actually happened. Only it wasn’t those two- it was a westy and some other large dog. I don’t remember the details, but I saw something on TV once. The westy was the father, and the puppies hadn’t been born yet.
41- Bye Queenie, though I’m doubting you’ll read this. I’ll miss your comments and their most pleasant wit and togetherness very much. Have fun at camp!
44- Oh wow, hair. Don’t get me started on hair. Hehehe.
45- oh-ho, Yeti, congrats.
53- Have fun at camp, we’ll miss you Capricious! Youe story could be about young actress just making her debut when she finds a myterious note in the pocket of her costume (for the play she’s in).
55- wow, you get out late. Congrats, though!
56- ouch. don’t die or anything.
57- ooh, singing! Let me try LALALALALAAAAAAALAALAAAA- *is simeltaneously pied by every single blogger*
Have fun!
66- mmm, well
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Forum (movie) (it might also have been a broadway musical, I’m not sure)
We Didn’t Mean to go to Sea (book by Arthur Ransome)
70- Who is he?
My friends and I started a band. Ish.
66- Shadowmancer by G. P. Taylor. It’s a bit odd and hard to get into, but it is muy bien. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Yes, it’s a children’s book, but it’s great. Really. And ninety-something pages.
odd-ish titles
A mango Shaped Space? (book)
The Other Side of Truth? (book)
Sometimes in April? (movie)
We Reget to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families? (book)
19 Varieties of Gazelle? (book)
#66: Time Stops For No Mouse
im not sure what the author was on when he wrote it, but its a v good mystery novel.
#78: i read that 2 yrs ago. theres a sequel out now, but i dont know what its about.
The best person ever! xD As in, me and two plas went to see Tokyo Drift because of the smexy Asian men, and while it was a terrible movie, the only redeeming part was the Japanese aspect of it. (Which was in truth all pretty inaccurate. But hey.) While the main character was about as interesting as a log, Sung Kang’s character Han had MORALS and LIFE LESSONS a PERSONLAITY and he was REALLY SEXY. AND HE DIEDDDD WOUIBGOUWGNWOURNHQWHW I CRY IN MY EMPTY HEARTTTTTTT.
D:
That’s all.
Yeah, I read it a while ago. I heard about the sequel, too.
Unfortunately, I am grounded. I may not be on for a while. I’m actually on the olde dying computer b/c mi padre dissconnected the cable on the other one. Control freaks.
I must now take care of the rest of my random internet business…:)
The Little Prince is sort of a children’s book, but I don’t think they really understand it until they’re a bit older.
I am typing from the library. It’s really quiet here. Museblog looks diffrent on this computer.
I am back from Hawaiii! It feels good to be back were all my friends are. Actually, I have been back for several days, but have been unable to do anything but constantly drool and stare at the computer screen. A vell.
On the way back, we stopped in California to visit reletives. We went on a tour of a sticker factory and got lots of free stickers. I love getting things that I don’t have to pay for…
Congratulations, O Copper Yeti.
I have nothing else to say in this post. That’s odd.
Anybody here ever play the Age of Empires series? Or Command and Conquer?
I’m bored.
The little prince is a pretty amazing book. ♥
Wow, it’s like Homecoming around here suddenly. Aloha, Anata! Hi, Grant and Elassë~Adael! Good to see you all.
86 (USECGO)- I play AoE, although my computer is too slow to run the newer ones. *tragic sigh*
Hello to all those who have returned from Parts Unknown. (There is nothing dirty about that. At all. Really.)
The guy I kissed was accuallythe school bully. He would’ve punched out anyone else (and has) but he has a soft spot for me. Because we have the same political opinions and intrests.
#81: ooh, i must see that!
#85: aloha!
my first voice lesson was pretty boring. the teacher talked 98% of the time, so i nvr got a chance to actually sing. tch. but im happy overall – starting next week, the lessons will probably be more fun.
mrahr to that…
i just watched what could be the most vile, immature tv show ever created. are there ppl who actually like south park??
South park is sometimes funny when Jesus comes on, but it is otherwise vulgar and dumb. Hate it.
45- Splee! For some odd reason, it reminds me so much of my own crush… even though he’s not the school bully and seems to be the opposite of what you describe of this dude.
Anyway, just so I can rant about it (not so) briefly (We all try so hard to keep this kind of thing off the Blog, don’t we? But sometimes, you gotta let it out.): I just got out of the artsy program I was yapping about on the other monthly random threads last week. And the guy I like was in the instrumental core. So for the two-week period, we pretty much avoided each other. And then on Saturday (last day) it was sort of an open house day for all of the parents. The last three cores were presenting in the auditorium rather than the cafeteria (this whole thing was being held at my school), and I decided to sit up in the balcony because they don’t allow students other than tech people up there during the school year to watch performances. They used to, so they have about three dozen or so seats up there. Anyway, I’m sitting up there, near the railing of the balcony, trying to call my friends from there (I am so mature, aren’t I?), and I finally give up because none of them hear me. I’m also up there by my lonesome (there were other people, but no one I knew) because my mom couldn’t make it and the neighbor people whose kid is in that program too who were supposed to drive me back were afraid of heights (gosh, this story is taking a while to play out isn’t it?). Okay, climax: guy who I like comes down stairs to seats. He sees me. He smiles. I smile back, but then I feel like I’m about to barf for some unknown reason. Why this is big: he never smiles at people out in the open (he is woefully shy, unlike myself, who has been known to dress up as a Mexican mariachi dude named Fred with a sombrero, a guitar, and a false mustache). It’s only the people he sits with at lunch. Smiles if there’s something funny. But I had said nothing, and I wasn’t looking funny that day (I think) so- *is pied by MBers sickened at my teenage raving*
Sorry. This is something of a waste of a post, but it was huge to me for some unidentifiable purpose. Please, shun me for three days for this most DIRP-ish verbalization. I need to get a grip.
I don’t get South Park on my TV because we don’t get comdey central. I’ve seen a few episodes… they made me laugh, though they were really vulgar.
86-Yeah, I have that game, Age of Empires. It’s fun. I like Heroes III best, though.
They managed to make glass out of carbon dioxide. I read about it in Science News. Pretty cool. Though, it only stays in glass form at 640000 atmospheres and 700 kelivins.
Oh, has anyone been following the World Cup? Ok, this may seem really unpatriotic, but I was so happy that Ghana beat US (though I didn’t actually get to watch it becoz my dad forgot to tape it for me grrr). I mean, I have loyalty to the US team, but I REALLY wanted an African team to advance.
Also, Australia tied their match with Croatia, which means they advance, which is SWEET! Only, I was really confused, because they scored at the very last second, so they should have won! I mean, maybe it was just that the clock ran out just before the ball went in, but just after they scored, the ref pulled a red card on Croatia, and I don’t understand why he would have done that if the game was already done. Weird.
I wonder if anyone will actually read this, seeing as Musers don’t tend to be huge sports-buffs (I’m not really, but the World Cup is fun)
Amorphous carbonia! That’s what they call it. Sounds like a Museican province to me.
I don’t want to alarm you, but the writer of that Science News story was in graduate school with Rosanne and me and is a good friend of ours. Peter Weiss and I interned together at the Salinas Californian (anyone from Salinas here? no?), and he and Rosanne used to sit around making the most outrageous puns. All part of the Greater Kokonspiracy…
91 – o cool! my mom’s a voice teacher.
Cool! It’s like one big happy family of muser people. I thought making glass from carbon dioxide sounds like a froody idea. Maybe the start to something that could help with global warming, like they said in the article. Or interesting new form of glass that could be used in different ways.
Could they make glass/glass-like materials but compressing other gases at high temperatures? I wonder. I can see it now- a big stain glass window. “..and this section right here is heluim, and this is nitrogen, and this is oxygen..”
he. Probably not. Cool though.
4th of july parade practices starting in the band geek world. Actually they started yestiddy but i was lazy and didn’t want to rant. Thereby saving the world of a great deal of reading. But no, you don’t get off that easily. Mwahahahaha. So yestiddy there was hardly anybody there. In the trumpets it was 2 freshies, stephen, molly, me, and andy. Stephen was the only senior. Molly’s a junior, andy and i are sophomores. Andy kept telling stephen to be a senior. Stephen just says “I would, but i’m too lazy”. Andy despaired. Stephen doesn’t make a very good senior. Anyway, today molly was gone somewhere, but another freshie came, and so did tony and peter (both junior). Peter makes a much better senior than stephen, despite the fact that he isn’t. And if that made any sense, i applaud you. Anyway, Andy made the mistake of sitting next to Peter, so the whole thing was rather amusing. Oh yeah and before when we were all waiting inside (it was raining) for the scary drumline to finish, Andy and Danny come rushing in and andy’s like “have to pee have to pee” and running around but there was a fence set up in the way blocking the hallway. So they get on the elevator and sarah’s like “Wait i’m coming!” not knowing what this is about but riding the elevator’s always good. So we all get on and have a fun ride up and then a fun ride down, minus andy, jacob, and a random senior who decided to come too. So we’re standing around again, laughing at danny’s gangsta jacket, and they come down the stairs again. Jacob joins us kewl peoples (kewl peoples being myself, sarah, danny, and ariel, who is actually rather annoying but still kewl) and andy walks over to the fence. No idea what he’s trying to do there, but anyway danny goes after him and climbs over. Why, i’m not sure. So we laugh at him some more, and then he climbs back and we go inside. I’m guessing andy did get to a bathroom because he didn’t explode during practice. Oh yeah and danny was sitting way over away from the other saxes. Why, i’m not sure but andy and i kept going like “outcast! antisocial! haha you suck!” and then later sarah’s like “Um, what was up with danny giving you guys dirty looks the whole time?” it was rather amusing as well. Nothing else interesting really happened…oh, none of the trombones were there, which was odd, especially since i know prater’s around cuz he’s in my summer gym class, which btw if i haven’t mentioned it is HELL excuse my klatchian but it really really really really sucks. Majorly. Oh, AND stupid me i thought the cold war thing was in july! But it’s not it’s in june so it’s going on RIGHT NOW and i thought i couldn’t take it but it turns out i could’ve but i can’t now because it’s started, and anyway i’m stuck in stupid gym! But i did stop by during lunch and see sydney and weckstein and featherstone. We watched ghana beat the US a bit, and weckstein showed me the board showing commies/capitalists. Germany is commie apparantely. And weckstein is russia, and he keeps saying that Stalin wasn’t brutal enough, which is quite frightening, especially coming
from him. He would do well on nationstates actually, come to think of it. Oppression of the people and suchlike. Yep.
Wow, this is my longest post in a long time…been a while since anything interesting happened…
96-The US hasn’t been playing that well, and i doubt they would’ve won even if they had advanced. Yeah, the australia game was so confusing! Dad and i were watching downstairs while playing pool (bumper, of course. It pwns regular pool) and then we just like stop cuz it kept going into the goal area and suchlike and then when it went out we were like “Wait why did australia get the throw-in?” Because it was totally Croatia’s, but then i think Australia scored but it was rather confuzzling. The Croatian player got a red by a second yellow. It was rather pointless, seeing as they won’t advance anyway, and so won’t play another game for him to sit out in. I think he was arguing about the throw-in. It was definitely for arguing with the ref in any case. But i think the ref was just making a statement. He wasn’t all that great though, there were some bad calls. But i’m gonna shut up now because i could go on for hours and i’m guessing skipper and i are the only ones who actually watched the game anyway and are therefore the only people who would understand my ramblings…unless there are other secret soccer fans around here. Anyone?
oh yeah and i also watched the netherlands game but that was completely pointless and i don’t know why i watched. Dad’s like “It doesn’t matter really, they’ll both advance” and i was like “Um, why are we watching it then?” but we watched anyway cuz we really had nothing better to do.
Now i really am gonna shut up.
Eeeek! Skipper is chain posting. Sorry.
(94) No worries Gwen! Every one is allowed to rant about teenage dramas sometimes. Don’t bottle up those kinds of things just because they seem trivial and dramatic, because trust me, bottling up just makes your mind dwell on them more. It’s cool though- maybe try talking to him. He seems like someone who would be fun to freinds with.
(91) Oh, well, it’s too bad that it was boring, but I hope you have fun at you lessons next week!
Dang, as soon as i start being hyper and talking way too much, the GAPA leave. Hmph. *sulks* *waves virtual choklit* C’mon, c’mon, get the choklit, choklit, nice choklit, c’mon, just moderate, moderate, moderate…
lol XD
Hey, has everyone read my series of Harry Potter fan fiction stories on Phoebe’s (a first-generation blogger) forum? I’ve sort of dropped out of all plots on that HP forum (by design, :p), but I’ve really enjoyed writing that series of stories. I think they’re smashing. Right now I’m working on the final one. It’s meant to be the finale. If you haven’t read them, here’s the order:
1. Harry Potter El Vigilante
2. Harry Hunter
3. Greater Evil
4. Unnamed Sequel, parts 1 and 2
They’re sort of silly, but I like them. They’re about Harry and his interaction with a couple of people called the Whizzo brothers and their group of honchos. The Whizzo Brothers, Mud and Donation, are highly intelligent and very dangerous foes for Harry to face. I’m not going to spoil any more.
Since it’s been a long time since anyone has mentioned that thing on here, I’d like to include a link so everyone who wants to read my unworthy stories can.
I hope it’s ok if I do that.
Hi, Grant. We’ve gotten more strict about links to external sites. So I’ve zapped it. But how about if you send us the series so we can post it on MuseBlog? — Rosanne
Hi peoples! I haven’t been on in a while because I’ve been really busy. And I just wanted to tell you all that tomorrow I test for my black belt in kung-fu, and it’s a really big deal, because it’s been four long hard years. Plus, being a black belt is really cool. Like people go “Oh, you do kung-fu? Cool. What belt are you?” and then saying “black belt” is so much cooler then saying “Oh, I’m a first level brown belt with ten stripes”. Really. I mean, everybody knows that black belt is really good (although most of them don’t know that there are thirteen levels of black belt), but who knows that a first level brown belt with ten stripes isn’t really any different? No one.
Anyway, wish me luck!
Wow, there was a really interesting article about teenage internet use in Science News. One study finds that providing a computer with internet access to a child in a low-income family who recieves poor marks in skool helps raise their grades and reading level. Cool, eh?
101- Yeah, the US has been playing pretty poorly. I wish I had seen the Ghana game!! Oh well. The Japan-Brazil game was sad. Well, for my friend who loves Japan, anyway. They lost 4-1. But it’s not exactly surprising, seeing as Brazil is pretty much the best team in the world. Speaking of which, Renaldinio has the biggest buck-teeth. (*laughs at self for making such a shallow comment*) . Amazing to watch him play though.
MY COMPUTER IS COVERED IN ANTS!!!! ARGHH!!!!
*smashes keyboard and jumps up and down pulling at hair*
Um, sure. Where shall I send it?
USECGO,
How about pasting it into the comment form? Will that work?
102- Thanks Skipper. Considering that my mother is the volunteer coordinator for the PTA, I technically have a majority of the school’s phone numbers. This being, I could stalk this dude pretty easily… no, I’m just kidding. My friend Kathryn, however, does stalk her crush(es). It’s really quite entertaining to watch. I always pretty much die laughing after I watch her do that.
105- Cool! I’m intending to take up tae kwon do come the beginning of the school term. Break your medatatarssel!
Oh, we get to see Grant’s pictures. Splee!
Guess who’s back?
Yeah It’s me, but I’ll only be on very not-muchly because I have a whole ton of babysitting jobs to pay for a trip I’m going on, and I thought that it wasn’t very good manners to be on my favorite website (museblog) while some brat gets into the clorox bleach or something… Actually, I took this CPR/1ST AID/ babysitting class and now if anyone chokes on a pie,they can just call me: The Professional Baby Sitter Onner Of The World. Cool I know. A little cooler than a black belt, so I better say good luck to Violetfire! “Good luck Violetfire!”
Oh yeah: the USA would have just made a bigger fool of themselves if they had advanced. I have rather little America Pride in that area, but they are better than I am for sure, so I won’t complain…
I hear my baby-friends choking on something now.see ya lata
Nancy, you sound like FPS Doug from Pure Pwnage. (An Internet show. I don’t think you guys would like it.)
Yes, I could do that, but they’d be really long comments.
Calm down, everyone. I haven’t got the pictures scanned into a computer yet. Mind you, they are awesome pictures.
96: i was really happy to have been beaten by Ghana too.
We used to have big ant problems in our house…
105- That’s great! Wow, I am muy impressed. Kung-fu is cool. Have you ever read a book called Lost in Place? It’s about a kid who is obsessed with kung-fu. It’s actually an autobiography. Anyway, Good luck!
111- Hello Random Elf. Babysitting, oooo. That’s tough. I’m terrified of babysitting. It is very comforting to know that there is some one who will be able to save me vitrually if I am virtually choking on a virtual pie, though.
112- Umm, is that a a good thing or a bad thing? I suppose I’ll just assume it’s a good thing.
I’m not actually a big sports person. I feel like those huge long posts about the world cup made it seem that way. Other than this and the Olympics, I know as much about sports as a cactus knows about the dietary needs of a crested basket
fish.
I made a song on GarageBand (it’s a Mac program) last night. It was really fun. I only used the pre-made rythms and tunes, but I think it’d be really fun to record my own stuff into it and use that instead. Sadly, I can’t play any of the instruments that I need.
#105: good for you!!! i wish you the best!
sry if there are actually any guys around now (there usually arent), but im going to post this for you ladies who are having issues w/ the opposite gender right now.
some well-known facts about guys
1. have you heard this before? … “if you put three guys in a room w/ a tv, theyll probably turn it on almost immediately and start watching some game. however, if you put 3 girls in a room w/ a tv, theyll probably ignore the tv and start talking to each other.” this illustrates that girls, in general, value communication much more than guys. and if it seems like your guy never talks to you when you two are hanging out, its probably just a sign of shyness.
2. dont worry about / analyze everything you say to him. most guys are blunt / straight-to-the-point in terms of conversation, so you should be also. otherwise, he probably wont understand what youre trying to say.
3. ok, so if you actually do ask him out, and he seems to be ignoring you now, he may just be in a state of shock. guys relly can be shy. he might just be thinking “whoa…she definitely just asked me out…dude…now what do i do?” sry guys, but you can also be a little dense
4. if you already have a boyfriend, and its your 2 month anniversary or something, dont think that you need to get him something super-expensive (and make sure to tell him that he doesnt need to get you anything super-fantabulous either). make him cookies or some other type of food. guys seem to love food.
Speaking as a former Muser-aged guy, I have to say you’ve got us pegged, all right. Do you have older brothers?
I didn’t know #1.I would trun on the TV and Watch Who Wants To be aMillionare
I fiollow #2 relgiously
3. I never asked anyone out, but wehn I kissedhim, he was in a state off shock
4. Right you are
no but i have a LB in junior high; i actually asked him about most of the stuff i put in post #116 the other day, and he agreed with it all, which surprised me.
Pure Pwnage is about pro gamers. FPS Doug is crazy. I just thought of him when you said you were slamming your keyboard, because he shouts at his computer and slams the keyboard when it lags.
I protest about the TV rule in the most vehement terms. I would not turn it on immediately. Besides, it would depend on who the other two guys are. If it’s someone like a jock, then I’d probably sit in a stony silence, with my eyes flicking towards them suspiciously all the time. If it’s someone like a friend of mine, we’d talk about a lot of stuff. In my next post I shall post the first story.
Harry Potter El Vigilante
(This takes place after Harry Potter has graduated.)
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger strolled down the streets of Diagon Alley. It was a wonderful summer day, and all was well. That is, at least, until the alarms of, in succession, Flourish and Blotts, Aswald’s Apothecary, Quality Quidditch Supplies, Olivander’s Wands, and finally Gringotts Bank went off.
Two hot orange-cloaked figures with lime-green masks leaped the marble staircase of Gringotts, laden with bags of currency. They hopped into a small orange chariot pulled by two muscular orange goats. The figures shouted commands to the goats, which immediately charged off towards the end of the alley.
“It’s the Whizzo Brothers!” shouted Ron. Harry, who had been in the process of picking up three discarded broomsticks from the broken window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, looked at him dubiously.
“Is that really their name or did you just make that up?” he asked. Shaking his head, he yelled, “Well, it doesn’t matter! We’ve got to catch them!” He tossed brooms to Ron and Hermione, and they flew off in hot pursuit of the “Whizzo Brothers.”
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The three brooms pelted down the alley, soon catching sight of the chariot, which was barrelling down the center of the alley at a breakneck pace. Harry, Ron, and Hermione simeltaneously pulled out their wands and began to throw hexes towards the men in the chariot. The men, noticing their pursuers, erected shiny bronze panels on the back of the chariot, the jinxes reflecting off them like a laser off a mirror. The newly turned vigilantes were forced to dodge their own spells as they followed the mysterious bandits. “Who are these guys?” cried Hermione? “How did they know about the magical reflective properties of bronze?” Ron yelled back, “I told you! They’re the Whizzo Brothers! Mud and Donation!”
Mud and Donation, for those were their real names, were now nearing the end of the alley. They had placed all the money from their various heists into leather backpacks and, just as the goats crashed into the end of the alley, they, in unison, fired rappel cables into the eaves of the last shop. Swinging back and forth, they rebounded off the walls of the alley and landed with catlike agility on the roof. They ran over the roof into the Muggle world, jumping directly from an awning into a Corvette convertible. Revving the engine, they tore off.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were forced to abandon the brooms so as not to reveal them to Muggles. They magically started 3 motorcycles from a nearby dealer and zoomed after Mud and Donation Whizzo.
A long and grueling chase found the Whizzos and their pursuers racing through the countryside near Stonehenge. By now all four vehicles’ engines were about to overheat. The Whizzo brothers leapt out of their Corvette just in time to land on a small knoll, both watching it roll forwards and crashing into Stonehenge. The vigilantes behind them couldn’t stop, being unused to riding motorcycles, and also had to ditch their rides for a firey end in the wreckage of the Corvette.
The Whizzos stood on the pinnacle of the hill, looking down at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. All five drew their wands at once, pointing them at each other. Ripping off their masks, the Whizzo brothers threw them aside and grinned. Mud was taller, stockier, stronger looking, and appeared to be older. Donation was thinner, slight of build, but in no way less menacing, like a cobra. They grinned at each other.
Harry, Ron and Hermione, growing tired of waiting for the action to start, all shouted, “Expelliarmus!” The wands of the Whizzo brothers flew out of their hands, but this did not seem to distress them. They started laughing mockingly, as they pulled out dual HK-5 pistol machine guns and pointed them directly at the would-be vigilantes.
“Ha ha ha! We’re not even wizards!” they shouted derisively over the crackling gasoline flames behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They opened fire, hosing Hermione with a spray of bullets before turning their firearms towards the other two. Harry and Ron had conjured concrete Jersey barriers in front of them, quickly ducking behind them as they both cried “Nooooooo!”
The Whizzo brothers stood on the top of the hill for about ten minutes, taking potshots at whatever poked out from behind the concrete shields. Finally Harry and Ron managed to shoot ropes out of their wands at the Whizzos, but Donation stepped behind Mud, who was tied up with all the rope. His bonds parted from the back as Donation sliced them with a knife. Harry and Ron, having been given time to act, stood up and started throwing hexes at the Whizzos, who realized their guns were out of ammunition. They dove in opposite directions, dropping their guns. Harry and Ron were not safe, however, as the knife left Donation’s hand, zipping like a wasp into Ron’s wand hand. Two more followed, hitting him in the Achilles tendons as he screeched with pain. One of Harry’s Stunning charms managed to hit Mud, and he fell over, unconscious.
“One on one, now, Mr. Potter!” bellowed Donation. “Let’s see what you’ve got!” Harry snarled with rage, and shouted, “Cerevisiam!” A spray of dark brown liquid that looked like Pepsi flew out of his wand and hit Donation in the face, burning his eyes. Donation howled, pulling from a scabbard at his side a tulwar. “Duel me, Harry!”
Harry took from his belt the sword he had pulled from the Sorting Hat. Shoving his wand inside his robes, he adopted a duelist’s stance. Donation grinned wickedly. “I suppose you’d like to know that those were rubber bullets. Your friend’ll be okay, except for a mass of nasty bruises.” Harry was disinclined to believe him until Hermione stirred. Stunned with relief, he missed Donation’s downward slash, knocking the sword from his grip. The tulwar point at his throat stopped him from drawing his wand.
Donation sighed. “We’re not interested in killing wizards, just making money. We might see you later. G’bye, vigilante.” He spoke the last word mockingly as he punched Harry in the nose, knocking him out. Donation doused Mud with cold water, awakening him. They both pulled metal frames from their backpacks and, assembling them into motor scooters, drove away.
About 5 minutes later, Hermione groaned and sat upright. “Ouuuuuuuch! Who were those guys?”
Ron, pulling out the knives and healing his wounds, said, “The Whizzo brothers. I already told you.”
Harry, conscious by this time, said, “There will be another day. We’ll get those blasted Muggles.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Harry Hunter
Harry Potter sat at his desk in the Ministry of Magic. Behind him, a typewriter finished his report on the rogue Animagi incident. He stared “out” of his “window”, which was charmed to show the street in front of the Ministry. He was supposed to be working on the briefing for his hand-picked team of Aurors, but he found himself distracted by the memory of the only people who had beaten him, more than a year ago. The Whizzo Brothers remained at large, or at least nobody had fished their corpses out of the Thames yet.
“Where are you?” Harry muttered through gritted teeth. Since his defeat, the Whizzo Bros. had become an obsession to Harry. Those around him had noticed a cold sort of purpose, and his fiancee, Ginny, complained that he was acting oddly.
Harry’s right-hand man Ron Weasley burst in through the door. He stood there panting, out of breath. “We’ve got something, Harry. I think you’ll like it.”
“What?” asked Harry. “It’s not…?”
“Yup!” Ron said. “Let’s go get ’em.”
Harry wasn’t one to believe in coincidences, but this one seemed remarkable. He grabbed his wand, kicked the suspended cymbal in the corner of his office, and ran over Ron in his attempt to get out of the office.
A short while later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Creeveys got into their customized purple Auror van. They tore out of the garage and headed towards the nearest Vehicle Apparition Point. Emerging from a car wash in northern Ireland, Harry revved the engine and drove towards the wizard town of Mucilage near Belfast.
The van screeched around the corner onto the main street of Mucilage. A short distance up the road there was a giant rocket-shaped object. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the Creeveys parked the van behind the rocket-thing and got out, wands at the ready.
Two figures clad in tuxedos leapt from roofs on both sides of the street, rolling as they hit the ground. Harry swore and shot a variety of curses at them, which they dodged with ease. They reached the rocket-thing and, opening hidden panels on the side, jumped in. The entire Auror team leapt in unison away from their van, as it was incinerated by a burst of flame from the back of the rocket-thing, which sped away faster than a bullet.
Harry had managed to secure a grip on the roof of the rocket, which he was regretting as his face rippled from the force of the wind and the G’s. Ron, Hermione and the Creeveys had shot cables from the ends of their wands onto the back of the rocket and reeled themselves in to rest beside Harry.
“Brilliant work, Harry!” shouted Ron as best he could. “Ooh, let’s park the van behind a potentially destructive object!”
“Shut up!” yelled Harry. “I didn’t hear you offer any complaints!” Drawing his wand, he began to slice through the galvanized steel of the rocket’s fuselage like a cutting torch. As soon as he had finished two edges of a likely-looking hole, the rocket slowed down and stopped.
Out hopped the tuxedoed figures. They were unmasked this times. Donation had grown a thin mustache, and Mud had grown his hair a bit longer than before, but other than that they were unchanged.
“S’goin on, Hairy Potter?” asked Donation nonchalantly. “Like the threads?”
“They’re not going to look like much by the time I’m through with you,” snarled Harry. “Prepare to be incarcerated.”
At this Mud gave a facetious laugh. “You couldn’t beat us last time; what makes you think you’ll do better? In any case, those pieces of wood of yours are useless. These tuxes have tiny bronze threads woven into the fabric.”
“That’s not going to help you,” said Harry. He pulled out Gryffindor’s sword.
Donation laughed. “Your skills with that thing, if they can be called that, are abysmal. You wanna go? Fine, let’s stop wasting time on idle banter.” He drew two katars from his belt, and at his side Mud took out a crescent-shaped sword with a long handle.
Ron pulled out a switchblade, the Creeveys brass knuckles, and Hermione seized the bottom of her shirt.
Ron, momentarily distracted, said, “Hermione, what in bloody hell are you doing?”
“I’m going to distract them!” she replied.
“That won’t be necessary!” said Ron hurriedly. “We can handle them. Oh, by the way……will you marry me?” He kneeled in front of her and drew a ringbox from his robe pocket, opening it in typical cliche format. Hermione said, “Oh…yes, Ron!” They began smooching as if they weren’t about to fight two dangerous criminals.
Harry, looking thoroughly put out by the incapacitation of half his team, rushed forward and slashed at Donation with the sword, only to have it blocked by the katars, crossed in front of Donation. Mud, meanwhile, had engaged the Creeveys, who had began to attack him.
Donation wielded his katars with deadly precision, never allowing Harry a straight blow at him. Donation flipped over Harry’s head, trimming his hair into something that didn’t look like an uncured peccary hide. “Want me to lend you a comb, Hairy?” Donation called mockingly. Harry thrust directly at Donation, who did a backflip and vanished into a hole in the ground.
Mud slammed the butt of his sword into Dennis Creevey’s face, breaking his nose and knocking him out. He spun in the air and delivered a roundhouse kick solidly to the back of Colin’s head, also rendering him unconscious. He ran several feet and also leapt into the hole after Donation.
The hole, when Harry followed it, followed by the two love-birds Ron and Hermione, led to a rather large tunnel, where they found an odd sort of golden-colored vehicle. They got into it, as there was only one place Mud and Donation could have gone: down the tunnel. The vehicle took off faster than the speed of sound.
After a neck-breaking half-hour ride, the vehicle stopped. Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed up a long ladder to find themselves on the top of the greatest pyramid at Giza.
“How on earth did we get here!” exclaimed Harry. “Nevermind! Now we’ve got to find the Whizzo Brothers!”
A large black shape took off from the foot of the
Sphinx
. Without hesitiation Harry blasted it from the air with his wand.
“Nice one, Hairy,” shouted a voice from the bottom of the pyramid. “You’re turning to killing innocent Muggles going on helictopter tours now. Is this turning into something of a personal vendetta?”
Harry pulled out a collapsible broomstick, as did Hermione and Ron. They pelted towards the Whizzos, who together shot a large net towards the Aurors, who crashed headlong into it. By the time they disentangled themselves, the Whizzos had gotten a head start out into the desert in a vehicle that looked suspiciously like a boat with wheels.
“This again?” cried Harry in anguish. “These guys always have a back door!”
“Let’s get ’em!” shouted Ron, massaging Hermione on the shoulders. “Ooh, you’re so tense!”
The Aurors chased the Whizzos about and around every single landmark near Cairo, at one point nearly crashing into the green waters of the Nile. They managed to cause the crash of the wheeled boat, but the Whizzos seemed to be expecting this, running over to a hang glider with a wet bar and drinking double shots of vodka before taking off.
Harry had had enough of this evasive behavior and sprayed their glider with steel cable from his wand. It hit the ground nowhere near transportation of any sort, and Harry allowed himself a grim smile. This faded as he noticed the Whizzos were not distressed at all. They both drew tiny glass bottles from their tuxedo pockets and tossed them up in the air towards the Aurors. They then took cover behind the rocks in the small oasis they had landed in.
A huge explosion rocked the area. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had all survived without great injury, but had landed twenty feet away and momentarily stunned. Donation Whizzo scribbled a short note and pinned it to a date palm with a kukri: Sorry we can’t stay, have a pressing engagement. See you later, chum. Mud and Donation Whizzo. P.S. Let marriage proposals wait while trying to capture dangerous felons as us.
Greater Evil
(Where the last part left off)
Harry, sprawled on the ground with his arm shielding his face, picked himself up. He wiped his eyes and looked around the desert oasis. Predictably, the Whizzo brothers were nowhere to be seen and nothing validated their existence but the smoking crater caused by the nitroglycerine explosion and a kukri stuck in a nearby date palm.
Harry went over and tried to pull the long curved knife out of the wood, but it proved more difficult than he expected. Eventually he managed to free the black steel from the tree, releasing the note which it had been securing. He read it briefly, then crumpled it up and threw it towards Ron and Hermione, who were kissing again.
“The postscript holds some useful advice,” Harry spat. “If you hadn’t been otherwise occupied in Ireland, then we could have caught them! But no, you have to stop fighting for ten minutes, leaving me with the most worthless pair of Aurors ever to be forced on my department!” He continued with verbal abuse until he calmed down sufficiently.
Ron withdrew his mouth from Hermione’s. “I’m sorry, what? We weren’t listening.”
Harry shook his head in disgust. “I guess it doesn’t matter,” he said. “The important thing is to get back to the Ministry.” He Apparated to his desk chair, sitting down and taking a drink of his freezing coffee.
Ron and Hermione appeared behind their desks, and busied themselves with menial tasks lest Harry’s rage boil up again. Fifteen minutes later, the workday ended and they all returned to their houses.
Harry woke up at precisely 7:00 the next morning, brushed his teeth, had breakfast, got dressed, kissed Ginny goodbye and drove his Mazda Miata convertible to the Ministry of Magic. He was completely unprepared for the gaping black hole that was where the Ministry used to be. Ron and Hermione got off the motorcycle they were riding and took off their helmets, copying Harry in open mouth, wide eyes and dumbfounded looks.
Harry’s mind reeled in disbelief. He cast it around for likely perpetrators of the crime, but found none. His first thought was to the Whizzo brothers, but then he remembered that Donation had specifically said they weren’t interested in the killing of wizards.
“Terrible, isn’t it?” said a voice behind the Aurors. Harry whirled round to the sight of Donation Whizzo wearing jeans, a black jacket, and a grievous look on his face. “Steady!” he added as Harry made to draw his wand. “We didn’t do it. In fact, I’ve just come from our hideout, leaving brother Mud in a coma. He was conducting Recon over an obscure wing of that place when it was blown sky-high. Now I want to figure out who did it and how to scrap them.”
For some reason Harry wanted to believe Donation. Maybe it was his pained expression, or the iciness in his voice as he described what happened. He found his voice. “Were there…..any survivors?”
Donation shrugged. “Doubt it. Bro was about two hundred feet above the place when it blew, and he’s unconscious! D’you know of any people who would be able to help us track down the perpetrators?”
Harry frowned. Us? he thought. “You make it sound as if we’ll be working together,” he said.”
Donation looked at Harry. “Is there a problem with that? You and I both want the same thing. The way I see it, your Ministry along with most of the people in positions of power has been destroyed, effectively cutting the head off the snake of the wizard community. You three and possibly those morons who were following you around are the only people who know of my existence. If we catch the people who did it, then you get the credit. My side is I get vengeance and possibly a financial reward from you on the hush-hush. I’ll have to call in backup, but face it, you have nothing to lose by working with me.”
Harry’s brain churned. The man was right, and all four of the people present knew it. Much as Harry hated the idea of not only working with a felon but one who had successfully escaped him twice, he liked what he heard about finding the engineer of the destruction of the Ministry and himself being elevated to a position of power. Harry took a breath. “Okay,” he said. “Call in your backup, and we can start planning.”
After being blindfolded, put in the back seat of a car, and being bored for several hours interspersed with Donation’s voice saying, “Come on, can’t you two keep your hands off each other?” several times, Harry felt the blindfold being removed. Donation was looking him in the face. “We’re here. Follow me and try to keep an eye on those two or they’ll become…shall we say, distracted.” Donation got out of the cab of the silver Subaru Legacy, opened the passenger doors to allow Harry, Ron and Hermione out, and flicking on a switch on a nearby wall. Harsh white halogen lights blinked on, and Harry’s jaw dropped when he saw the magnitude of where he was. Row after row of different types of vehicle stretched farther than the eye could see.
“You like ’em, Hairy? You are in the secret underground parking garage of the Whizzo brothers’ hideout. My friends are upstairs.” Donation turned and strode towards an elevator with shiny black doors.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Donation into the elevator, going up several floors and emerging into a comfortable room. Donation crossed it and sat down a leather swivel chair, greeting the two people already in the room.
“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger-soon-to-be-Weasley, these are my friends. You don’t need to know their real names, just as Whizzo is not my real last name. The one on the left is Keys and the other one is Guru.” Keys was of medium height, slim figure, with an underbite and light brown hair styled into what is called a “D.A.” He was sitting on a black leather sofa with a laptop on the glass coffee table in front of him, and was wearing jeans, a T-shirt that said “Down with Bill Gates,” and a baseball cap with the AOL logo with a big red X through it on it. Guru was tall, with mahogany skin, a black beard, glasses and a calm air about him. He was wearing a green and white striped short-sleeve Polo shirt, khakis, two bracelets on the same wrist (on silver, one gold), and a green turban.
Keys took a drink of a very large cappucino. Placing it on the coffee table to the right of his laptop, he said, “I’ve determined the cause of the explosion and the people who layed the charges. A Mr. Mheb Nhoj wired your Ministry with seven hundred kilotons of gelignite. His base of operations is secret, but we’ve established that his English HQ is near Heathrow airport.”
“Thank you, Keys,” said Donation. To Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he said, “That’s his nickname because of the keys on a keyboard, and also because he is the keys to any electronic system. Guru here is our in-house scientist. Another friend of mine will be arriving shortly.” This statement was immediately proven correct as a man wearing a jetpack flew in through the large open window. Donation clapped him on the shoulder.
“Just in time. Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is ‘Sharp.’ He will be providing muscle. We will be working with various other associates of mine, but these are the main people.” Donation crossed his legs and steepled his fingers. “Now, we need to know what you three will be contributing to the equation.”
“Well……” Harry’s voice trailed away. He hadn’t really thought about that. “We can…provide magic backup?”
Donation looked as though he knew exactly what Harry had been thinking.”Oh, let’s let the non-magic stupid criminals do the work while I take the credit? No dice, Harry. In the underworld, everything is either useful or dead weight. Which is it going to be?” Without waiting for an answer, he stood up. “Either you prove that magic is actually worth something, or we’ll have to kill you.” He strode towards the elevator, followed by Keys, Guru, and Sharp. Keys rubbed his hands together excitedly, Guru looked quietly amused, and Sharp chuckled sardonically. The four felons entered the elevator, and the doors shut before Harry, Ron, and Hermione could enter.
“What gives?” Ron asked. “Why are they leaving us here?” This question was soon answered as the carpet on which they were standing swung away beneath them, and they fell several stories before landing in a pool of water.
A voice, harsh from a speaker, sounded. “You’ll want to get out of the water bowl.” Harry, Ron, and Hermione crawled out of what was big enough to be an Olympic pool, and glimpsed Donation and his team sitting in an enclosed observation deck. Donation spoke into a microphone clipped to his lapel. “Good, now you’ll want to form a tight group so you’re harder to attack.”
Ron shuddered. “Water bowl?” he said tremulously. “Attack from what?”
An inhuman roar filled the large room they were occupying. As a matter of fact, “room” was a bit strong of a term, as it more resembled a jungle. “Keep on your toes, now!” Donation said. “Here comes one now!”
As Donation spoke the words, a fully-grown bull hippopotamus emerged from the foliage. It roared again, displaying its gigantic teeth. Several more equally huge hippos poked their heads out, moving up to flank the first one. Harry, Ron and Hermione drew their wands, pointing them at the hippos.
“Okay!” shouted Donation excitedly. “This test is simple: you survive for ten minutes or incapacitate all of the angry hippos, and you will have proven yourself worthy! If not, then we won’t even have to bury your carcasses! *crunch crunch*” Donation and his team had begun to eat popcorn, and a JumboTron above the observation deck flickered on, displaying a large timer and a live video feed of the area. Keys activated his microphone, singing an annoying song and further enraging the already livid hippos. The first hippo pawed the ground and charged.
Time slowed to a crawl for Harry. As the hippo’s feet thundered on the ground, he raised his wand and shot a Stunner spell directly at it, hitting it in the face. The hippo bellowed and crashed to the floor, shaking the room. Several more hippos had circled the pool, running on the bottom across towards the Aurors. Hermione made a sweeping motion behind her and a wall of flame erupted from the edge of the pool, forcing the hippos to attack from the front. the hippos already in the pool were attacked by a crocodile, which managed to slay one of them before it was mangled to a bloody pulp by the hippos’ molars.
A line of hippos advanced, snapping and bellowing. Harry sent a wave of concentrated energy towards them, knocking them like ninepins before a ball. A crafty bull evaded this, moving around to flank the group of humans. Hermione sent a flock of small birds at it, which furiously pecked at its face.
On the screen there were 30 seconds left, when suddenly the wall of flames died down. Several hippos had remained in the pool, hiding underwater, and they took this chance to charge the Aurors. Harry shot a bolt of electricity into the water, frying the hippos. The timer reached its end. 5…4…3…2…1.
A door opened below the observation deck. Without hesitating Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran through it into the elevator. It took them up one floor to the observation deck, where Donation and his team boarded and it went up several more floors to a room with a conference table in the center.
Donation went over and sat at the head of the table. Guru and Keys sat on either side of him. Donation gestured. “Have a seat. We’re going to begin the briefing.”
Keys clicked on something in his laptop. A hovering 3-D picture appeared above the middle of the table, showing the structure of a building. Donation pointed to areas highlighted in red. “Our primary objective in this operation is to find out where Mheb Nhoj’s main base is. Harry and Sharp will enter through the ventilation shafts on the south side of the building and make their way to the first office here. I just know I’m going to regret this, but Ron and Hermione are on the same team. You’re going to enter the second office through a large pane of glass. Keys will be our mission control engineer, and Guru’s going to supply me with the materials to wipe the building off the face of the earth. I will make my way to the foundations of the structure and lay a very potent explosive invented by Guru here to get rid of the place. I will also serve as a diversion so you lot have as much time as possible to search the offices for the plans. Now, we initiate the operation in 30 minutes, which leaves us just enough time to get there.” Finishing his speech, Donation went over to a row of lockers, followed by Sharp. Sharp was slightly taller than Donation, with light brown hair viciously spiked. Donation put a kukri sheath on his belt, and took a silenced Glock 9mm from one of the lockers. Donation, Sharp, Guru, and the Aurors entered the elevator, travelling to a helipad on the roof.
“Now,” said Donation, as he and Sharp strapped on jetpacks. “You three undoubtedly have flying devices of some sort, so get them out and let’s roll.” Guru handed Donation a black backpack, then returned to the elevator and descended. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Donation and Sharp on their brooms to under a highway overpass, where all five hid their air transportation and walked casually towards the embodiment of Keys’ hologram. Ron and Hermione went around one side of the building, where they scaled the wall, sliced through the reinforced glass windows, and began rifling through the office. Per orders, they inserted a disk into the computer, so Keys could search its files.
On the other side, Harry and Sharp were having difficulties. Some genius had placed electrified grilles every ten feet in the vent, and the fact that Harry and Sharp immediately disliked each other wasn’t helping. Finally they made it to the office, where they started searching in a methodical, organized manner, helped along by suggestions from Keys and Guru spoken into Sharp’s earpiece. They also initiated a tap of the computer with the disk, but a disagreement was sparked when Harry dropped it.
Donation had entered through the roof of the greenhouse in the center of the building, which supplied some executives with a nice view of a pond, tropical birds, and some rocks. The birds quickly escaped through the hole in the roof, but Donation had no time to worry about them. He made his way to the elevator, and incapacitating an inconveniently placed guard, descended to the basement. He placed charges around the foundation pillars, then looted the supply of explosives stored in a janitorial closet, moving throughout the building singing his song of destruction.
Several floors up, both teams simeltaneously found the location of Mheb Nhoj’s base: a coral island in the Indian Ocean. They pulled the fire alarm, the planned signal, and got out of the building fast, meeting in the vacant lot where their equipment was hidden.
Donation had run into trouble. A virtual army of guards had found him, and now he was using every trick in his bag to slow them down. Keys activated the internal security measures, causing spikes and other traps to spring from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Donation leaped over a patch of barbed spikes, ran on the wall, and jumped up to trapeze on spikes over a pool of acid. He dove through a window at the end of the hallway, landing in an attractive row of cedar shrubs across the street and activating hs charges. A gigantic mushroom cloud blossomed and when it vanished, the building was nowhere to be seen.
Donation, Sharp, and the Aurors hauled ass back to HQ. When they arrived, Keys had made punch spiked with vodka, and Guru had decorated the rec room with high-definition pictures of the blast. Several more friends of Donation arrived and a very interesting party ensued.
The next day, a modified Bell 212 Huey took off from the helipad of Donation’s HQ. It landed on a barren scrap of sand in the Indian Ocean, Chagrin Island. This island was a mere 10 kilometers from Mheb Nhoj’s base of operations. Harry, Ron, and Hermione wanted to know why they couldn’t just pummel the island with artillery for several days, but there were several flaws in this plan. First, the governments of various countries would notice. Second, Nhoj’s base was as reinforced as a nuclear bunker. And third, Donation wanted to spark the big man himself. So it was that Donation paradropped in the dead of night on top of Nhoj’s radio tower. He dropped a bottle of nitroglycerine, waited for the explosion, and slid down the maintenance ladder into the charred hole in the roof of the base.
He landed in what appeared to be Mheb Nhoj’s living room. Nhoj himself was sitting and watching footage of the destruction of the Ministry of Magic. At Donation’s entrance, he had got up and taken a dagger made of diamond from his coffee table. Donation drew his kukri, and a duel ensued.
Mheb Nhoj was a powerful opponent. However, Donation was smaller, faster, and more intelligent. He sliced the back of Nhoj’s hands, forcing him to drop the blade. Nhoj threw magazines at Donation, turning to run away, but Donation threw his kukri and it buried itself in Nhoj’s neck, pinning him to a framed picture of Nhoj playing high-school football. Donation spat on the carcass, then left. He swam out to a waiting submarine where the Auror team were, and fired torpedoes, demolishing the island.
Three weeks later the newly appointed Minister of Magic attended the wedding of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry Potter stood next to Ron, as he had been appointed the best man. He cried, as he always did at weddings. During the reception, Harry chatted with the preacher.
“So, Reverend, do you think you could do my wedding?” Harry asked. “We’re planning to have it next month.”
The preacher smiled. “That sounds good. But, by the way…” Donation ripped off his mask. “Where’s my financial reward on the hush-hush?!??” He grinned, took Harry’s wallet, and ran to the street just as Ron and Hermione’s limousine was taking off, discarding his pastor’s robes along the way. Firing a grapple cable onto the back of their car, Donation folded the wheels down from his shoes and, following the car half a block, hopped onto a glistening black motorcycle. He zoomed away, tossing Harry’s previously full wallet up in the air.
Harry gritted his teeth. “Some things never change,” he muttered.
116- very wise, and very helpful too. I’ll be sure to remember those. he. I’m way too weird for any guy I like to actually like me though. I don’t really mind though, because it keeps my life simple when I don’t worry about guys.
Unnamed Sequel (You guys can pick out titles and vote on the one you like. I couldn’t think of one.)
DISTURBANCE IN MINISTRY OF MAGIC screamed the headline. “Thank you, Quentin,” said Minister of Magic Harry Potter as his secretary handed him a cup of java and the Daily Prophet. Harry sat down in his leather swivel chair and propped his shiny patent leather shoes on the top of his walnut desk. He quietly sipped his coffee as the paper told him what he already knew: that several mysterious individuals had raided the records department the previous evening. The paper went on to state that nothing had been registered stolen.
But Harry knew two things the Daily Prophet didn’t: He knew of the existence of two non-notorious criminals, the so-called “Whizzo” Brothers and their gang of felons, and he knew what had been stolen: the blueprints for Gringotts Bank. During three meetings and a public speaking engagement, Harry wrestled with a moral dilemma. On the one hand, the Whizzos had stolen more than ₤2,000,000,000 in their various crimes, giving only 35% to charity. On the other hand, they had helped Harry considerably: they had taken out a large crime ring headed by the dreaded Mheb Nhoj, caused Harry’s instatement as Minister of Magic, and the younger, Donation, had married both Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione.
When he returned to his lavish mansion at 6:00, Harry asked his wife Ginny’s advice: should he inform the magical community of the Whizzo Brothers’ presence, or should he keep their secret?
“You should reveal them,” replied Ginny without hesitation. “The younger one ruined our wedding by exploding in a blast of purple smoke after we took the vows. Besides, at the Weasleys’ wedding he stole your wallet.”
“Thanks for the advice! As soon as I arrive at work I’m going on the WWN with their names!” Harry said.
On his way to work Harry stopped at Gringotts Bank to withdraw some money from one of his vaults. He skipped up the polished marble steps, pushed open the sets of double doors, and went up to the front desk to wait for a goblin who would be able to accompany him to his vault. He rang the bell and leaned on the desk, looking around the lobby of the bank. As he gazed unconcernedly around the room, his brain registered a faint irregularity. A man with an attache case.
Odd, that. Wizards usually used leather bags to carry money. Harry looked closely at the man. Dark brown hair, slight of build, cobra-like posture, thin mustache….
Harry drew his wand and sent a Stunner spell at the man he had recognized as none other than Donation Whizzo. He waited for the bolt of red light to hit Donation and sent him crumpling to the floor, but the impact never occurred. Instead the bolt hit some sort of invisible shield, which glowed briefly blue as it absorbed it.
Donation Whizzo, noticing the attack on his shield, turned. He looked at Harry, then smiled his usual insolent grin. Rising off the reflective stone floor, he floated towards the entrance to the underground tunnels of Gringotts. However, Harry had by now activated the alarm and a large door had congealed from thin air to block any entrance. Donation flung a hand towards it and the door disintegrated into dust. Drifting through the door, the bandit shot down the tunnel.
Harry was momentarily astounded by the destruction of the door, but quickly regained his composure and pulled out his trusty collapsible broom, taking off in pursuit of Donation.
Ten minutes later Harry regretted not finding a goblin to help him find his way through the dark arched tunnels. He was having an easy enough time following Donation, as he was now within sight of an eerie blue light the felon was using for visibility, but he wasn’t so sure he would be able to find his way out again. Down, down, closer, closer…. A chill ran down Harry’s spine at the thought of being lured to a demise far below the earth. However, his morbid speculations were halted by a blinding light accompanied by a large detonation.
Ten seconds later, rock rained from the ceiling. Harry’s eyes opened wide. Surely not…. Donation must be trying to blast his way up and out of the underground labyrinth. The fool! Harry sped up, emerging under a gaping hole in the roof of the tunnel. He pulled back on his broom handle and pelted upwards, constantly dodging bits of rock. Eventually he emerged into a sewer tunnel, looking left and right. Where had Donation gone? This question was soon answered as a Knut fell on his head. Harry cursed his own stupidity as he began to climb up the maintenance ladder.
Harry climbed out of the open manhole in time to see Donation Whizzo pick up a car and fling it towards the manhole, hoping to jam it shut. When he noticed Harry’s presence, he took to the air, floating without any means of assistance. Flying after Donation, Harry rubbed his forehead in consternation. How was Donation so powerful all of a sudden? How could he fly, use magical shields, break unbreakable doors, and display immense strength? He wasn’t even a wizard!
Donation alighted near Victoria Station. He was dressed in a long slate-gray coat, dark blue trousers, and a crisp white button-down shirt. Unfortunately for anyone trying to follow him, so were thousands of other businessmen traveling to work on the Tube. The “anyone” quickly became frustrated as his target wove in and out of several groups of similarly attired men. Harry jostled several important members of the Muggle government in his frantic search for the figure with the black attache case filled with wizard currency. The Prime Minister stared open-mouthed after Harry, then rushed to catch up.
“Minister!” the PM gaped. “What’re you doing on the Tube? We usually meet in my office!”
“No time to talk, I’m in pursuit of a dangerous criminal,” said Harry as he marched brusquely across the subway platform.
“Really? Well, Mr. Potter, I’ve been having trouble from a mysterious group of felons, headed by two who call themselves-”
“The Whizzo Brothers?” Harry finished. The PM looked puzzled.
“Why, yes, s’matter of fact. How did you know?”
“Because that’s who I’m pursuing!…or was pursuing. He’s vanished. Donation Whizzo, younger of the pair. He’s just robbed a very prestigious wizard bank.”
“Terribly sorry to hear that, old bean. What say you and I drop into my office for a cup of coffee?”
“Oh, all right. I can fill you in there. I’ll Apparate us. Follow me to that photo booth.â€
In the Prime Minister’s office, Harry informed the PM of who the Whizzo brothers were, what they did, and people surrounding them. He withdrew memories from his head and showed the PM what the Whizzo brothers and their associates looked like.
The PM looked thoughtful. “You know, I recognize some of them. That one” he pointed at Donation “used to traffic weapons and arms in southern Asiatic countries, which I presume is where he met Guru. Keys is a well-known computer hacker. I don’t know of Mud or Sharp, but Mud is Donation’s brother, so that’s the connection. Where did you say their base was?â€
Harry looked sheepish. “I don’t remember. It seems Donation slipped an amnesiac in the punch bowl at my friends’ wedding. Well, I have to attend to some business.†He vanished and appeared at his speaking engagement.
A couple hours later, after he had publicly announced who had stolen the blueprints, their names, and what they were, Harry retired to his personal rec room in the Ministry of Magic. He was playing ping-pong against a magical paddle and drinking a scotch-and-soda when a knock came at the door. “Come in!†Harry said. The doorknob turned and the door swung open, but nothing else happened. There was complete silence from the other side of the door. Harry waited for a couple minutes, then, sighing with irritation, took a slug of his scotch-and-soda and went over to the door, peeking around the corner.
A leather-gloved fist smashed into his face. Harry dropped his drink and reeled back into the rec room, slamming and locking the door. The door shuddered under several vicious kicks until it shattered inwards in a shower of shards of wood. In stepped a dark silhouette, which on closer examination was revealed to be Donation. His lip was twisted, his eyebrows beetling. Overall his face was contorted into a look of bottomless contempt.
“You had to make things difficult, eh, Harry? We thought you would leave well enough alone, but no! The little man has to go crying to the world. Well, now it’s going to get really nasty. Total war, initiated by you. Prepare for the annihilation of wizardkind!†Donation smiled icily. “Beginning with you.†He raised his hand, but was blown backwards by a killing curse sent from Harry’s wand.
So it ended as it must. Harry stood panting over the body of his first and last worthy enemy. Or so he thought. Donation got to his hands and twirled his legs around in Brazilian Capoeira fighting style, sending Harry flying. He sprung backwards, landing in the upper corner of the room like a climbing reptile. He flung his arms towards Harry, and a blue energy wave pulsed slowly through the room, pulverizing the fixtures. Harry just managed to create a giant bubble around himself to stop the shockwave from playing hell with his soft bits. Harry sent another killing curse at Donation, who absorbed it with no ill effect. Donation ripped the chandelier out of the ceiling and threw it at Harry, hoping to skewer him on the sharp brass hooks. Harry used a hover charm on it and sent it back at Donation, who glared at the chandelier for a couple seconds, upon which it shattered into bits of glass and shrapnel. He hopped off the wall and landed on the ping-pong table, crushing all four legs.
Pointing at Harry, Donation snarled, “I’ve changed my mind. You shall be the last to die. Instead of a quick, easy, and remorseless death, we will destroy everything you love, then finish you off as you sink into the well of your own despair. You may be interested to know that money was for a good cause; namely, the obliteration of evil.†Donation smiled again, but this time it was cheeky. “I bet this is about the cloud of purple smoke.†He made a sprightly jump through the doorway. Harry ran after him, but found only a blank corridor.
A cold hand gripped Harry’s heart. He quickly Apparated to his home, to find it surrounded by Ministry cars. His house looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane, though the nearby domiciles were unharmed. He ran inside to find a Ministry forensics team sifting through the rubble of his belongings. Ginny was nowhere to be found. Harry practically got whiplash Apparating to the Weasleys’ home, but he was greeted by a similar scene, with one difference. Ron limped over to him. “Hermione’s gone. Nice job with your little announcement. Now we’re all gonna die!â€
“Well, what would you have done? They’re malicious people, and they must be destroyed!†Harry defended himself.
Ron snorted. “Right. Like we’re going to be able to take ’em out. They’re vastly more powerful than before, and we could barely handle them then! We’ve got to find out where their power is coming from!â€
Two days later Harry and Ron sat in the Leaky Cauldron. Their exhaustive search through the wizarding public library had revealed nothing about Muggles displaying unusual abilities. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that the talents used by the Whizzo bros. and their cohorts were not magical. He rested his forehead on the open book in front of him, letting weariness seep through his body. Then, like a bad movie, all the lights in the pub went out.
Harry peered into the darkness, attempting to discern any anomalies, but he couldn’t see a thing. He felt Ron shift nervously next to him. Looking all around, Harry managed to find a small point of light. It was a blue dot of light, and it drifted lazily around the room in a hypnotic pattern. Suddenly Ron slumped beside Harry on the table and was pulled back off the bench. Harry did not notice this, as he was still focusing on the blue light. Colored lights burst in front of his vision as a blunt object collided with the back of his head.
Predictably, Harry and Ron regained consciousness in an unfamiliar location, and predictably the first person they saw was Donation Whizzo. However, the scenario was not the expected one. Donation was not standing over the tied up wizards with a triumphant grin. He was sitting cross-legged on a wooden platform about twenty feet from them with bound hands. When he noticed that Harry and Ron were awake, he nodded to them. Harry sat up and took stock of the situation. He was also sitting on a wooden platform above a murky lake of some sort, and there were more platforms spaced about five feet from each other as far as Harry could see, since they were obscured by small forested islands. By the look of the trees, the temperature, and the unbearable humidity, they were in a tropical location.
A shout rang out, not from Donation, but from a very short man standing on a hovering pad. “Greetings, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and other person with too many names. I am the leader of a prestigious corporation which is searching for operatives. We have heard that you three are very good at what you do. You,†he pointed at Donation, “are the first of your organization to be captured, since you are reputedly the best. If you survive the rest of your group will be brought in.â€
The man chuckled. “The test you must now face is one of the most diabolical I have ever dreamed up. You must reach the last platform in the chain. If one of you fails this will not affect the outcome of the others. There is, however, a slight twist. On most of the platforms I have placed containers with some of the most insidious and venomous reptiles in the world. And in the lake below, there are many varieties of sharks. Good luck. We’ll be watching you.â€
“Hey, man, could you do me a favor and get this rope off my hands?†Donation shouted at him.
“Not really, no. But I can help your friends…†A pocketknife appeared on the platform with Harry and Ron, and they set about cutting each other’s bonds. Donation rolled his eyes and pulled a kukri out of a sheath on his leg, slicing the ropes on his wrists with the razor edge. The man on the hoverpad flew up to a tall platform, and he hopped off to watch the three men.
Harry nodded to Ron, and they both leaped to the next platform in their chain. There were no crates on this one, fortunately, as their muscles were stiff and they barely made the jump. Scrambling up off the edge, they ran and propelled themselves forward to the next platform, kicking off the crates which contained, respectively, a cobra and a mamba. They took a short break and watched as Donation jumped, did a handspring off the next platform and landed on his feet on the one after that, decapitating a krait slithering around it with his kukri. He sheathed the long curved knife and, taking off his jacket, unwound a long, shining object from around his waist. It appeared to be a flexible sword, an urumi, with four blades and a handle. Whipping around in a circle, Donation straightened it out so it could be used. He cast it over a tree branch above, and managed to skip three platforms by swinging across a tight corner in the chain.
Ron nudged Harry. “Awesome though it is to watch that guy, don’t you think we should keep going?â€
“Oh, right, right.†The two continued on.
After a couple hours, with only 15 platforms left, Harry began to get tired. Donation had reached the end platform half an hour before, and was trimming his nails while waiting for the other two. Harry stumbled as he was about to jump to another platform, and fell into the lake water below. The surface began churning with frenzied activity by the sharks, and a white and three tigers started heading for Harry. He prepared himself for a bloody, gruesome, and horrifically painful death by shark mutilation. Suddenly, a dark object flashed in front of Harry’s vision, and he was jerked out of the water by the back of his robes.
Gagging on a mouthful of stagnant water, Harry looked up to see the strong arm of Donation Whizzo suspending him above imminent death. “Wha… what are you doing?†Harry stammered.
“Saving your sorry ass, Hairy. Your buddy is already at the end platform. Now, let’s see what that crazy man has in store for us.â€
Swinging up onto the last platform with his urumi, Donation dropped Harry unceremoniously on the floor. Somehow he had avoided getting wet. Winding the urumi around his waist again, Donation spat wood pulp off the edge of the platform. He seemed to have been chewing a toothpick, and his breath smelled really fresh, indicating that it had been soaked in something. He made a gesture towards the observation tower with both hands, in which he held his thumb, middle and ring fingers up while folding his little and index finger down. “Su-Fi!†he bellowed.
Harry nudged him. “Why aren’t you using the special powers you were earlier?â€
“Shhhhhhhhh!!!†Donation whispered. “I don’t want him know about them. If he does, there could be disastrous consequences!â€
The strange little man floated down on his hovering pad. “So, you all have survived! Good-o! You shall make excellent additions to my special team! And you, man with too many names,†he pointed at Donation, “have proven to be extremely useful. I shall send a squad to pick up the rest of your group!â€
“Do so,†snarled Donation, “and you’ll be dead by tonight. Alone, you caught me. Together my group is unstoppable.â€
The Napoleonic man snickered. “I have too many people for you to kill. Observe.â€
All four of the men vanished, reappearing inside a vast hall. Sitting at long tables in the hall were thousands of black jump-suited men. As soon as they saw the intruders, they all raised assault rifles. The little man stepped forward. “Hello, gents. Keep your sites on that one there. The others are mostly harmless.â€
Donation folded his arms. “I could kill every single man here. You’re lucky I don’t. Now, please explain what you want with me. I have better things to do than wait to escape.â€
“No escaping today. In order to stop you, I’ve found an idea quite clever. Devices shall be fastened around your neck. These collars cannot be removed. If you should stray into any restricted area, the collar shall administer an extremely painful shock. If you should become uncooperative, the collar can be detonated at any time with the push of a button. Nothing to lose your head over, right?â€
A week later, Harry and Ron were exhausted. They had been subjected to a rigorous training program Donation hadn’t needed to do. Time was impossible to tell, as their watches had been confiscated. Harry and Ron each lay on a bamboo mat in their hut on stilts in the middle of the vast lake which contained the qualification course, the gigantic hall which was the headquarters of Mr. Pegup, the strange little man, and other small huts. They were soon to be sent on their first mission, which would be revealed to them two hours before it actually happened. Harry was highly suspicious of the mission’s nature, and thought it probably involved someone being killed.
Donation knocked on the doorframe. “Hello chaps. I’m supposed to tell you that we’re to meet in the longhall.†A short minute later, there they were, in the longhall. Mr. Pegup strutted before the team of Harry, Ron, and Donation.
“Greetings, team!†beamed Mr. Pegup. “Your first mission is to assassinate a politician who has passed several inconvenient acts which could prove troublesome should they be enforced, and more of that type are on the way. We’ve got to nip this in the bud. That’s where you lot come in. We’re going to send in you-†he pointed at Donation, “alone, through the ventilation shaft straight to the target’s office. You two will enter the foyer incognito, make your way to the target, and also make your way to the target’s office. You’ll pump him for information, steal his laptop computer, take him out and any bodyguards that come, and make your getaway. Any questions?†Mr. Pegup bounced on his toes.
“Yes, one,†said Donation, raising his hand slightly. “Are you always such a pretentious blowhard? I knew someone in school like you. Didn’t like him either.â€
Mr. Pegup’s smile blinked for a minute. He waved his finger in Donation’s face. “You know, if I were someone else, you’d be very irritating. To me you’re simply amusing. Give me ten one-handed push-ups.â€
“You must be joking,†said Donation in a pseudo-upper-class-British accent. “I actually do have a real question. Who’s the target? Also, are you on Prozac or something?â€
Mr. Pegup laughed heartily. “You’re quite lucky I’m not someone else, or you’d be dead by now. The target’s name doesn’t matter. Now you’ll be moved in a lightproof box with air holes to our base of operations in the target’s city. Bon voyage!â€
While they waited to arrive at its destination, Harry, Ron, and Donation chilled in the box. The inside of the box was mirrored, so with help from Donation’s pencil flashlight they were able to see quite clearly. “So, Hairy, Ron, how long do you think he’ll last before I manage to kill him? Will he give up or will there be a long drawn-out deathmatch?â€
“You don’t actually intend to kill this politician?†asked Harry, shocked that Donation might even consider such a thing.
Donation opened his mouth, looking as though he were about to speak, but then his eyes flicked sideways. He closed his mouth, concealing abnormally sharp teeth, then looked about the box. He scooted closer to Harry. He murmured into Harry’s ear, “I suggest we tone down the level of conversation, as there might be listening devices in here. I was not referring to this mystery target. I was talking about our dear Mr. Stanfield Pegup. Now, por favor, callate tu GRANDE YAPPER!†Donation shouted the last part into Harry’s ear. Sitting back, he began to check the weapons hidden on his person. Harry was astounded by how many things Donation had in discreet locations. It was a wonder the man could walk at all. As Donation cleaned metal alloy battle claws he spoke. “Just so you know, Hairy and Prawn, I did not kidnap Ginny nor Hermione. They’re also being held captive by Mr. Pegup, as an insurance policy. Last I saw them they were chained to poles in his office. I’ve been in the man’s office, or as I’ve come to call it, the awfice (y’know, like awful) because he apparently values me more than you two. But hush, I think we’ve arrived.â€
The side of the box swung open, blinding the trio with fluorescent light. Five men helped them out, and they collapsed gratefully into swivel chairs. A hologram appeared in front of them. It was of Mr. Pegup. “Okay, team, time to suit up. Harry and Ron will be dressed as businessmen, and Donation will be allowed to wear what he wants. I’ll give you five minutes, then you’ve got to go.â€
Feeling ridiculous in suits, starched shirts, and ties, Harry and Ron looked resentfully at Donation, who was wearing a dark-colored casual outfit. After they were shown what building they were going to and the route to the office, they were shown down a flight of stairs and out a door, where they emerged into a convenience store. The door swung shut behind them. “Buy something!†Mr Pegup said into their earpieces. “It’ll look suspicious if you come out of the store with nothing.â€
Harry and Ron took a Styrofoam cup of coffee each, and stepped up to the counter awkwardly. They paid for their purchase stiffly, then waited for Donation. By contrast, he was much more at ease in this environment, and grabbed a packet of Juicyfruit before sauntering up to the counter. While his gum was being rung up on the cash register, he leaned on the counter and engaged in idle banter with the girl. He took his gum, dropped his change into the “TIPS†bucket, ripped off the top of the package, and popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing vigorously. “Let’s go,†he said to Harry and Ron. As they exited the store, Donation muttered to his companions, “We’re in London, so speak the way you normally do. I recognized the counter girl’s accent, that’s how I know. We’re three blocks up and two blocks over from the target’s building. I’ll go ahead, while you two follow at a distance.â€
Donation sped up, leaving the pair behind. After about fifteen minutes of following him, they arrived at their destination, it was revealed to be a handsome marble building. Donation strolled around the side to scale the wall and meet Harry and Ron in the target’s office. Harry and Ron showed their fake passes to the guards at the station in the lobby and entered the elevator, which was oddly reminiscent of the elevator of the Whizzo Brothers’ hideout. They ascended several floors, and exited the elevator into one of the most highly guarded corridors they’d ever seen. British Royal Marines with M4 carbine assault rifles stood in wall alcoves every couple yards, faces expressionless. They walked into the outer office of the target, showing their false I.D.’s to the secretary, then pushing open the door and shutting it behind them.
The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom stood up. “Minister Potter! What an unexpected pleasure! What’s the matter?†he said, noticing the dumbstruck looks on Harry and Ron’s faces.
A vent cover dropped open, and Donation dropped through onto the floor. He glanced at the P.M., then stared. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the cat? No freaking way.†He turned to Harry and Ron. “Well, that’s interesting. Too bad for Mr. Stanfield Pegup we’re now in one of the most secure locations on the planet.â€
“Wait, where’d your collar go?†said Harry.
“Now that’s a good question. Hold still.†Donation held his hands on either side of Harry’s neck, about five inches from the collar hidden under his tie. He closed his eyes. Harry sighed at this latest foolishness from Donation, until he felt the collar click open. He grabbed it out from under his shirt and threw it into the fireplace. Donation repeated the process with Ron, then turned to the Prime Minister.
“Afternoon, Minister. I am Donation Whizzo. I believe you’ve been looking for me. Well, I’m here now. We were captured as elite commandos by a Mr. Stanfield Pegup and sent to kill you as our first mission. But now that I’ve taken off all our collars, we must be going. I’m also going to have to borrow your laptop computer. Stay out of the public eye for about a week if you want to live.â€
The Prime Minister was stunned by this little speech, and even gave up his laptop without a fuss. Donation climbed back into the ventilation shaft to avert suspicion, Harry and Ron exited after chatting pleasantly with the PM, and minutes later, they met up on the sidewalk in front of the building.
“Okay, here’s the plan,†said Donation as they began to walk back to Pegup’s London hideout. “We’re going to pretend we killed him and give Pegup the laptop, then collect info on his operation and who he is then kill him. Needless to say, we’ll also need to scrap his entire army, but once they’re out of the way, I think he’ll surrender peacefully.â€
When they arrived in the convenience store, they walked towards the door they had exited from. Donation waved his hand towards a camera and the door swung open. Ascending the stairs, they plonked the laptop on the conference table in the center of the room. The hologram flicked on.
“Good work, boys!†shouted Mr. Pegup. “Now, with this laptop, we’re able to set tactical nuclear devices on every single country in the world! Which is exactly what we shall do in one week. Back in the box you go, and have a comfortable ride back!â€
Back in the box they went. Only this time Donation had a bug scanner he had taken from the Prime Minister’s office. He destroyed the four microphones in the box, and covered the camera embedded in the side with what looked like shaving cream but quickly hardened into a cement-like substance. “There!†said Donation. “Now we can do whatever the hell we want in here.†He took a keyring out of his pocket, selected an object that looked like a laser pointer, and used it to cut three small holes on separate sides of the box. “Everybody look out! We need to know where the location of Pegup’s lake is.†All three of the men in the box looked out for two and a half hours, reporting what they saw to one another. The last five minutes was spent patching up the holes. They emerged from the box into the longhall.
“Now, team,†said Mr. Pegup. “You’re going to go relax for two days before the base prepares for the nuclear strike against the United States, China, England, Russia, heck! I might as well give you a list of countries we’re not going to nuke. It’d be shorter.â€
“I have a better idea,†said Donation. “How about you stop shooting your mouth off and simply make threats to the countries? If you nuked almost all of the countries in the world, the world itself would be blown up. Do you really want that? I think there’s something wrong with your brain.â€
Mr. Pegup’s perpetual smile faded. “I’m beginning to become tired of you, O man with too many names. I’ve a good mind to have you killed right now. Boys! Throw him into the lake.†Harry and Ron looked around for other guards he might have been speaking to. “That’s right! I’m talking to you two useless wizards! Throw him in the lake, NOW!!â€
Harry and Ron had no choice. They lifted Donation by his shoulders, carried him outside the longhall, and pushed him over the edge. Donation began to fall, but he slowed down and soon altogether stopped. He floated silently up to Harry and Ron.
“Surprise, surprise. Now that I no longer exist, I can do some undercover work. You two are tied as his second best operatives, and now that I’m dead, you’re the best. Therefore, he’s going to be using you a lot more. I’ll meet you in his office two days hence at oh-fourteen-hundred hours.†Donation dropped down and drifted underneath the longhall, and was soon out of sight.
Ron gaped. “How does he do these things? It’s like deus ex machina! That’s supposed to be impossible!â€
“I don’t know,†replied Harry. “I have a feeling we’re going to find out, though.â€
Two days hence, Mr. Pegup summoned Harry and Ron to his office. When they arrived, he was standing in front of his giant window, looking out over his lake. Without turning, he spoke. “I thought I told you two to kill both the Prime Minister of England and Donation Whizzo. You’ve failed on both accounts. Give me three reasons I shouldn’t kill you.â€
Harry and Ron exchanged an uneasy glance. “What do you mean, sir? We disposed of both of the people you just talked about. If Donation wasn’t eaten by the sharks it’s not our fault.â€
Mr. Pegup whirled around. “Really? You killed the PM? Then what is he doing on television?†He clicked a remote, and the large screen in his office turned on. The Prime Minister was standing on a podium in a public place talking about gardening. Mr. Pegup went over to his mahogany desk and took out a revolver. “Where are your collars?†he said suddenly.
Busted! thought Harry and Ron. They dove behind the television, which was immediately hit by three slugs. “You idiots! Do you know how much that thing costs?†cried Mr. Pegup.
“I have some idea, because you paid for it with money from my bank account,†said a familiar voice from the elevator. Donation Whizzo stepped into the room with a small video communicator, which he tossed to Mr. Pegup. Keys, Guru, and Sharp waved from the small screen. Pegup smashed the device on the floor. “Totally uncool,†said Donation. “Now, Stanfield, do me a big favor and release the wives of my friends here.â€
“Never!†shrieked Pegup. He shot the remaining three bullets at Donation’s face, but they were stopped by a glimmering blue shield. Donation smiled. “Not going to happen. The likes of you are never going to be able to kill me or my team. Guru and I have unlocked the fathomless power of the human mind, giving us enhanced powers which you can never understand. Now let’s do this!â€
Mr. Pegup looked as though he were about to explode. Strangely, he suddenly calmed down. “You think I’ll never be able to kill you. I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve.†Donation stepped towards him, picked him up by the neck and threw him through the giant plate glass window, shattering it. Mr. Pegup was caught by one of his hovering platforms, and he zipped over to a large hangar, which Harry, Ron, and Donation had never been in. The roof of the hangar opened, and out came a giant robot. It had a single eye, shoulder mounted cannons, a gatling gun for one of its hands, and rocket launchers embedded in its chest. Mr. Pegup was seated in the dome of its head, and loudspeakers blared his maniacal laughter.
Firing a plasma bolt at his office, Mr. Pegup leaned forward, expecting the destruction of the trio. However, Donation flung an arm violently at the bolt and it dissipated as it collided with a blue beam. Donation seemed momentarily stunned by this extreme effort, and stumbled over to Pegup’s desk, accidentally leaning on a panel of buttons. Wall panels rotated, revealing Ginny and Hermione chained to poles. Harry and Ron cut their chains with their wands and pulled them down.
Donation regained his senses. “Okay, here’s the new shoddy improvised plan. I distract his while you lot get to the robot’s back and blow some fuses,†he said, still leaning on the panel of buttons. A big red shiny button was pushed by his palm, and a calm female voice said, “Thank you for choosing the automated self-destruct feature. Please remove all valuable from the base and get out…now. You have ten minutes.â€
“This changes nothing,†said Donation. “Except we now don’t have to kill his army. Now go do it.†He ran and jumped through the hole in the window and flew towards the giant robot, dodging missiles.
Pegup focused on Donation, shooting missile after missile at him. Concentrating as he was on the figure in the long gray coat swooping erratically around, he failed to notice the four people flying on brooms behind him.
“Okay,†grunted Harry as he clung to a pipe on the robot’s back, “we have to destroy four cooling units. Three of them are in the center of the back, but the last one is at the base of its head. And we have to destroy them all at the same time.†At this moment the calm female voice said “There are five minutes remaining until this entire facility is blown to kingdom come. I suggest you leave……..now.â€
As Ron, Hermione, and Ginny began to take the panels off the cooling units, Harry climbed up to the last one. Unfortunately Pegup noticed him at the base of the neck. He jolted the controls, sending the robot into a frantic spin. Harry hung on by one hand to the knob on the panel of the cooling unit. He lost his grip and began to fall dozens of feet. He braced himself for death by hitting the water at an unwise velocity when he was caught by the strong arm of Donation Whizzo. Donation flew with him up to the neck of the robot, and at the same time Ron, Hermione, and Ginny blasted their units with their wands, Donation smashed the unit with a steel hammer.
The robot quickly began to overheat after its cooling units were put out of commission. Its legs gave way and the whole ensemble collapsed slowly into the fetid waters of the lake. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all took off on their brooms, followed by Donation. There were thirty seconds left until the base exploded.
Suddenly Donation turned around and flew towards the robot’s head. “Donation! What are you doing?†shouted Harry. “The base is about to blow up!†It struck Harry that he liked Donation as a friend. Ridiculous though the notion was, it was true. Harry had no wish to see Donation splattered across several acres of lake.
Donation reached the head of the giant robot. From their viewpoint of several thousand feet the wizards and witches could see him, a speck of black on shiny chrome. He appeared to be opening the hatch to the nether regionspit. He took something small and angrily struggling out, then started to fly as fast as he could upwards.
The base detonated. A wall of flame and smoke followed Donation fast as the eye could see. It enveloped him, hiding him from the eyes of the petrified couples above. Heavy smoke settled over the lake, and a deathly calm hung over the scene. Then, out of the smoke, came a dark figure.
Donation Whizzo floated up to Harry. His face was blackened and he had a shard of metal in his leg. But over his shoulder was Stanfield Pegup.
“Why’d you bring him?†gasped Harry.
“Because we’re better than him. He would have let us die, but now he shall be brought to justice. You take him. I have no need for the bugger,†Donation said. “Now let’s go home.â€
♦♦♦
Harry Potter sat in his office. He was exhausted, having just returned from the trial of Stanfield Pegup. The man had been found guilty of crimes against humanity, murder of the first degree, and violation of countless environmental regulations. He had been sentenced to four hundred years in prison. Harry was pleased with this outcome, but he couldn’t help but wonder. Donation had said, “Let’s go home.†But where exactly was home for the Whizzo Brothers and their posse? They were phantoms. Harry was surprised to find himself feeling sorry for them. Did they ever have awesome parties?
A rock smashed through Harry’s window. There was a note attached. It said simply, “Yes. Right now. Map on reverse.†Harry alerted his friends and wife, and they all went to the party. What happened there, stayed there. All Harry was able to say is that he woke up in a used-rug shop next to a furry brown rodent.
Those are all so far. Currently I’m working on the last one. I mean for it to be the last one. In the series, anyway. I might bring some characters back in a different series, but it’s unlikely.
Skipper, do what I doand fallf for wierd guys. It works. We share the same polical opinions, and intrests.
As forme, so long I keep sniffiing the Sensuality Aromatherapy in Bath and Body Works, I can’t keep my mind off of romance. But i should be morelike Skipper, and not worry somuch about it.
yeah…all the guys who have liked me have been pervs. but then again, there arent many guys at my skool that are actually my “type.” as in – the overwhelming majority of them are jocks who think girls like me are sorta weird – and not in a good way either.
well, i must go vacuum the endless stairs in my house now…grr. at least its exercise…sort of.
could we put the HP fanfiction on a different thread? its clogging this one.
116- I would take out a book and try to read it ignoring everyone else. (unless there was somthing to talk about with the other 2 girls, which i doubt.)
You should be pleased to know, X-Chairman Granto, that I read all of those. They were quite good. Are you planning on explaining about Donation’s unusual powers in the last story?
The only thing I didn’t like was how there wasn’t really any female involvement in any of them. All the bad guys were just that– guys. And Ginny and Hermione didn’t really do anything, despite the fact that both of them are very good witches. But still good stories.
Ebeth with another link needing zappage. /trying to sneak through. Anyway, this is just a newspaper article, nothing bad about that right? It’s about my uncle and it is very froody so pleasey please? Plus we might go see it (the play i mean)
zap. Froody yes, but I had to zap anyhow. — Rosanne
I did explain them. That’s what’s meant by this sentence: “Guru and I have unlocked the fathomless power of the human mind, giving us enhanced powers which you can never understand.” I didn’t include Ginny or Hermione very much because they’re girls, and I’m not privy to the way girls’ minds work. I don’t want them to act certain ways that are horribly wrong, then have people jump on me about it.
Also, if I made a female a villain, I’d be accused of bigotry and seixsm, things which do not apply to me.
Well, that’s true. Most males will never understand the workings of the female mind.
Females are more complex, mysterious and sensetive. (in my opinion anyway.)
The last time I have seen a boy cry was fourth grade. But I heard they do cry… At home…
my little brother cries al the time… crocodile tears mostly, because he knows he can get me in trouble.
Oh man i hate that when boys pretend to cry. lbs do that all the time. It’s really annoying. It’s bad enough when it’s yours and you get in trouble for something he did, but it’s also really awkward when you’re at a friends and theirs starts in. They just wail. It hurts your ears!
I don’t remember having anyone cry in my stories. Remind me please?
Hullo. I’m back. I just thought I’d drop in, let you all know how I was doing, see if anyone remembers me, and take a look at the state of the blog.
I’ve been having a good summer so far, with a lot of things going on that I don’t really feel like typing out at the moment, especially since supper is almost ready.
I haven’t been online a whole lot lately, as I’ve been busy with church, friends, and trying to get some reading done. Add to that a week long youth retreat (best week of my life), a week at my grandparents’ house with my cousins, and having to take the ACT, and I’m kind of swamped.
I don’t have a whole lot to say, so I’m just going to kind of end this post. If this gets replied to, I’ll stick around through tomorrow. If y’all still don’t read posts… I’ll be gone tonight.
MG!!!! *Hugglecglompsnuggle* You’re back!!!
We’re all doing great. Kiki and some others went off to camp. A lotof Gabommba age people are here. I got my first kiss. Itsal guhd.
Hey, MG, are you going to camp, Summber Skool, or anything of the sort? Keep us updated occationally.
MG, that will probably guarantee you replies from everyone on the thread.
no offence or anything Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairman Grant O. but let’s leave wriiting harry potter to j.k. rowling she gets paid for it
Yay, MG’s not dead! I wondered why you weren’t online. And yay you posted again! That makes me happy. *is happy* *virtual choklit*
MG!!! *hughughughughug* I read posts! I read Grant’s big posts! And I’m sure VF will respond once she gets back from blackbelt testing. Diid you see the The Incredible Morphing Chameleon Thread? We made that after you left to help things. We were sad. Some off us are still sad. Like me. But oh well. Hope you come on later!
Hullo, MG!
Yes, of course we are reading posts. You inspired quite a reform, actually. ( — for the record, some of us never weren’t reading posts in the first place. )
It’s great to see you around though!!
Queenie also is at camp, and so she won’t be back until the beginning of August.
Great to see you back MG. We’ve missed you.
MG! Glad you stopped by!
USECGO – there is a HP fanfiction thread…technically it’s Michelle W.’s, but she hasn’t posted on it for a long time so I think you could use it..
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=270
Hey, those posts are probably once-in-a-couple-months. In fact, posts of that length have never happened from me and will probably never happen again.
Not that this has anything to do with anything (which is why it’s a RANDOM thread) but I am at Circut City right now and the keyboard on this sample laptop is difficult to get used to….A little like the French ones. It’s not a Mac, which saddens me….But I am just about to purchase the album Queen!! Yay, I almost bought it a week ago, but I got A Day At the Raced instead. As fun as this is, posting a comment on MuseBlog in a store while the whole world watches in weirded-out expressions, I really must go. And I’m grounded from the computer at home, so this is my last resort. Peace, luvs!! Keep yourselves alive!
(140) MG! It’s so good to see you again! Your summer sounds distinctly more exctiting than mine, thus far.
(143) Tact, dear. That was brilliant Grant. I liked it. ^^
I would have left a comment on here in England when my brother was borrowing the hotel’s chef’s wireless internet card, but I was only allowed time for one quick e-mail.
hey, montgumerygurl, nice ta see ya. what was your camp about?
Squee! MG is back! She sounds like she’s had a relatively placid life since leaving MuseBlog. We’ll have to shake it up with our
littlesparks of lunacy before she departs once more.133- You may be the Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairperson, but you’ll never understand girls. I may be Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas, but I’ll never understand boys. Condolezza Rice may be the Secretary of State, but she’ll never understand hot sauce packets.
Don’t feel bad. I’m a girl and I just barely understand how my mind works. All I know is that we all have emotions. But boys are expected to stifle them. And we are all capable of high cognitive prowess. But in our absurd ideas of romance, both (especially females, who for centuries were viewed as home managers and trinkets for men to show off) are traditionally supposed to keep intellectually stimulating thoughts to oneself. This also sort of works into my theory about why Musers and other Muse-ish people like who they do, both as friends and beaux. We know that they will not mind us going against conventional, restricting thought.
To-old posts from an old thread- I just changed the direction of my toilet paper. It was towards the wall. Yuck.
Hey, I’m glad to see y’all have reformed a bit! I guess I’ll stick around tomorrow and hang out with my MB buddies for the day.
I’m going to go to bed now. The last week I’ve been at a cabin with my cousins and grandparents. Twelve people crammed into a cabin for four days. Three teenage girls and one seven year old all sharing a room. Constant water skiing. I’m wiped out.
MG-san! Nice to see you!
I’m in a horrible mood. I had to get a physical today. They always make me feel so… violated. *shudders* (Even tho’ my doctor’s female.) So I had to get a finger prick. I hate needles, so this was incredibly traumatizing. I cried and felt like an idiot. I really hate needles.
And while at summer school, I learned of a graduation party my friends were going to. Since I live really far away from where it was being held, I asked my parents to drive me. But apparently, it was “too late notice” and I couldn’t go. Not fun.
Ignore the ramblings. I get in horrible moods for no apparent reason whatsoever, or really trivial ones like these.
155- a bit??? A bit??? Well, now, that’s a tad harsh!
156- *hugs and virtual choklit* Hope you feel better tomarrow!
I made a song on GarageBand. Is there any way I can post it do that Musebloggers can hear it?
It involves some extra GAPA effort, but it can be done. You have to e-mail the file to us at gapa@musefanpage.com. We’ll do the rest. It might not happen right away, though. What format is the sound file in?
my guinea pig died! it bloody well went and kicked the bucket!
*sniff* today i mourn the passing of Bert, who died this morning sometime between 2 and 6:30 (which i know because i was up at 2 eating toast) he was 7 years old, and out lived his brother ernie who i never met, and his friend midnight, and is outlived by his friends heidi and hilda. he was very nice. he was also very fat, but that was last year. his birthday was june 6 or something. my brother is very upset by all of this, and my mother yelled at me for not going to the swim meet, heaven knows why. anyway, bert is now in guinea pig heaven.
*sigh* So dark the con of man. sorry for i am reading the davinci code againe. well, i guess i’d better get on with it. good day to you, sir gapa.
who is kiki? i feel like i should know this.
guess what! my mom went to the used book store and there was this huge, new, hardback, illistrated copy of the davinci code and she bought it for 10 bucks instead of 35! and it’s really cool.
Read post 155-Is this real?
hi darth yoda.
159- Aww. I’m so sorry. *bestows choklit*
DY (163),
I don’t think MontgomeryGurl is a fictional character.
159- Oh no! *hugs and virtual penut butter*
161- kiki_the_great. She left for camp tho. (See top of this thread)
156- I dislike needles and nails for a few reasons too…Story time!
Well, back in 4th grade, i was sitting at home with the babysitter, and i was in the basment with her and VF doing somthing or other. So I stood up and went to get somthing fom the other end of the room and steped on somthing that really hurt. I cried and the babysitter came over to see what i had stepped on. It looked like the head of a nail had broken off jaggedly and I had steped on the sharpbit on the head. So it was tears and stuff till I got over it about 30 min. later. Then at school about a week later i was gtting picked up by my mom when I remembered I had forgotten somthing in my teachers room. So I ran up to gat it when all of a sudden my foot really started to hurt, like more than a bee sting. I fell over and couldn’t stand up for a minute. So when I got back down and told my mom about it she was like “hmmm okay” and the same thing kept happining every couple weeks for the next 2 months. So one day I was sitting in my basement, and noticed that there was a bump on my foot, by the heel. Mom said it might be a bone spur, and if it was not to worry cause they could take it off. So then the next week I was going outside to paint somthing, and I was sitting in one of those plastic deck chairs and scraped my foot agenst the back. I glanced down at it and saw somthing black on my foot, sticking out a little. I pulled on it and this inch-long nail comes sliding out(don’t worry, no blood. The heel doesn’t have much blood in it ad I missed hitting all the veins, luckey me). So I ran and told mom and stuff. Turns out that when I stepped on that broken nal head at the begining of the story, I stepped on a hole nail and the head broke off, leaving a nail in my foot for 8 whole weeks. Ouch. Don’t enjoy handling nailguns much anymore.
155- MG! It’s nice seeing you, old chap..
159- ooh, I’m sorry about your guinea pig.. how many do you guys have?
167-ooh, that hurts..
glad that youve been having a fun summer MG!
#159: im sorry!
(159) Oh… I’m sorry. -hugs and gives choclate- I still refuse to spell it differently. Hmph.
(167) o______________o That’s…terrible.
158- I think it’s an MP3. I’ll check. Thanks, though! Actually, I listen to it again and decide if it’s really worth making you take the time to post it.
159- I’m sorry! “sends virtual flowers to honor Bert*
167-
Wow. Ouch.
167- That reminds me of the time I was playing badminton and my brother had left a hacksaw lying in the yard.
154- like it matters? im laughing
(172) I assume the hacksaw was not injured in that incident.
I’m charging my iPod. It’s amusing. I almost have it filled up, since it’s a Shuffle.
Let’s just say I now have a really deep scar on my fourth right toe.
Ouch, USECGO. Sorry to hear that. I hoep it feels better. Whats a hacksaw? Sorry, I’m dumb.
Did the scar come from the badmitton racket or the hacksaw?
I’m baaaaaaack!
Yay.
And I got a new memory card for my camera. w00t.
86- Yeah, AOE. I think it’s quite olde… But Civilization IV is coming out. Or has come out. Not sure. I have number three….
92- I hate that show.
USECGO- I heart FFs. Yours pwned. But I can’t see Hermione riding a motorcycle. Or Ginny not working with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Creeveys. Other than that, moste excellent!
Hi, MG!
156- Eew, I hate those. *hug*
167- Oow. *hughughug* I was once in a car crash and got some glass in my head…I still have a scar, actually, but my bangs hide it. And I used to get splinters all of the time when I was a wee lass.
166-yeah but she…awwww. Im just embarassing myself
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=339 comment #17
The hacksaw. It’s a saw with a thin blade, usually used to cut through metal of some kind. I was going after the birdie, which had gone over my head, and I was watching it, so I couldn’t see where I was going.
If you liked the first four stories, you’re going to love the last one. I plan to involve a lot of people, including some new cohorts of the Whizzos. At the end, I’m going to have credits, like a film, so you can see which person is based off of whom.
One time I was on a swing (I was like 3 or 4, long time ago) and some older kids were playing tag. One of them wasn’t paying attention, ran out in front of me. I now have a faint scar on my forehead. Teeth. That’s all I’m going to say.
I didn’t refer to the original Age of Empires, I meant AoE II and all that followed.
i’ve never had a physical. what are they?
182- They weigh you and measure you and prod you with sticks and then they stick you with a needle and take your blood away.
What is exactly involved in a physical? I know what they are…like doctor’s visit’s, right? To a pediatrician?
I hardly ever go there…I haven’t for several years. I see a gastroenterologist every month, so my parents don’t really see the need to go to ANOTHER doctor.
Well. My day back at the MB is over, and I’ve made all of three posts.
I’ve had kind of a busy day. Had prayer meeting all morning, followed by book reading and TV watching, an excursion to Wal-Mart, and reading my Bible. By then it was now.
Well, I’ll drop in again sometime and tell y’all how everything is going. I’ll do better the next time I come, I promise.
A physical is just a basic checkup to see how everything is functioning and to make sure there’s nothing wrong with you. Like, for playing a sport or getting some jobs, so your employers or whatever don’t get sued for you getting hurt because of something that was already wrong with you. It’s to make sure you’re healthy, basically.
Woah..look at Koko at the top of the page! Coolio.
#167: ouch! that sounds awful!
ok you guys, i have a problem. hehe
♥
so i was hanging out with my guy friend today, whom i havent seen for about a year. i noticed that he was being a lot nicer to me than he was last year…as in keeping me company at work for an hour and a half while i closed the place.
and then…we were talking about the the bike trail that goes through TC (hes a fitness freak), and he asked me if i wanted to bike downtown monday. i said sure, of course – and then…hes like “ok, its a date!” he immediately asked if ive had any other BFs.
now for some reason what he had just said did not sink in at all. so i was just like “hmm…no, i havent” and went back to cleaning the sink. it actually hit me about 10 minutes later – i was just like “ wait a sec…he said make it a date. he just asked if id had any other BFs!” dude. this relly is a first (at almost 17, yes – ’tis a bit sad, but anyway
)! so were going to take an incredibly long bike ride monday morning, which will be fun. then in the evening were going to go to a fancy restaurant by the lake and eat on the sun deck.
my problem is: he used to just be my guy friend . if things somehow dont work out, then i still want to be friends with him. but would that even be possible? how?
…well i wont think about that now!
hehe.
guess.
what.
he said i looked hot in black.
no one has ever said that to me!!!
ever!
(my emoness resurfaced last fall after i fell apart from some preppy, rather controlling friends – and i guess he likes it)
mrahr!
ha. i just took the tablecloths out of the dryer, and now im wrapped in one.
thats how strange i am.
its so warm&cozy………
emogrl… I have no personal experience but people i know are still friends with their exs… i’m sure it’ll work out
ugh. i have to get a physical if i want to play sports next year. grr.
MY COMPUTER SMELLS LIKE SUSHI!!!
no.
i dont know why either.
shut up already.
*gasps* koko is all psychadelic!
squee.
im not even kidding. my comp smells all fishy + wasabi-ish.
jeesh.
id like to see someone be more random than that!
Hmm. Uneventful summer days, MongumeryGurl. You and I share many of them.
cool emogrl! he sounds like a nice person. I’ve known people who manage to stay freinds with ex’s. have fun!
I’ve been so lazy. It’s fun. I wake up at 9, eat breakfat, read, eat breakfast again, read some more, check the museblog, surf the web, paint, practice clarinet, talk on the phone with freinds, read some more. summer is the best!
188 – Don’t worry about it, emogirl. Just concentrate on having a good time. He sounds like a great guy.
My mother is taking advantage of the summer to force my brother and I to do chores. “No more school? Let’s spend an entire morning cleaning out the guesthouse, which has spiders similar to those in the Forbidden Forest! Then we can have lunch, and then you two can go have a dentist appointment!” I’m not kidding. This was my Monday.
Koko changed!
NOTICE
GWEN IS GOING TO VIRGINIA FOR THREE DAYS STOP
SHE WILL PROBABLY NOT BE ABLE TO POST STOP
SHE HOPES THAT YOU ALL HAVE FUN BUT BEHAVE YOURSELVES WHILE SHE’S GONE STOP
GAPAS DON’T LET THEM KILL EACH OTHER STOP
Have fun, Gwen!
new koko? Or is it my computer?
[a]I’m The Green Poster. I always post in green. There’s a telegram for all musebloggers.
TO ALL BLOGGERS
PLEASE VISIT THE MOSTLY HARMLESS THREAD STOP
I HAVE A GREAT IDEA STOP
IT IS CANNONBALL PIES STOP
FROM THE GREEN POSTER
GOODBYE GWEN STOP
HAVE A GREAT TIME IN VIRGINIA STOP
WE’LL MISS YOUR CREATIVE GENIUS STOP
AND WE PROMISE TO BE AS GOOD AS WE POSSIBLY CAN WHICH ACTUALLY ISN’T THAT GOOD BUT IT’S THE BEST WE CAN DO STOP
….posting ins telegram is fun, but it gives me a bit of a headache.
191-your computer smells like sushi? my mousepad smells like prickly pear jelly! let’s all eat our computer equipment! yeah! w00t! party!
*throws confetti and does a jig*
P.S. Please, please please….. STOP
I like video games. I’m ashamed.
i like koko!
green poster to post in green you must do this (a) write what you want to say (/a) except replace the parentheses with
[Finishing post 206]
< and >
I woe up at 5:20 this morning fo no reason. I was going to go downstairs and make waffles but I read my book instaed. Maybe next time.
196- Sounds a bit like my friend. And durring the school year, she couldn’t ride the bus anymore because “if you have time to ride the bus you have time to clan the house.” She’s allways cleaning the house. And it never gets ny cleaner!
I like iced tea.
I like iced tea too.
Green poster…to make green, use angle brackets: instead of these [][].
Wal-Mart??!??!? how could you???!! oh well, I love you anyway
My summer is exhausting so far.
Get up at 7
eat breakfast
practice piano for at least an hour
do some very physical thing like a long bike trip or rock climbiing
eat lunch
hang out with family
etc.
Congrats emogrl. Sounds like a nice sort of dude. 209-that was totaly random.
I don’t like tea that much
I love tea. My Chinese relatives would flay me into teensey happy little shreds if I didn’t, though, so I kind of have to. Hee.
Koko Nouveau beeth shiny. (Did I spell that right? There’s a reason I quit French Club in fourth grade: it’s only slightly better than English, and I can’t remember anything in it.)
No Muse Blog for awhile.
I got grounded.
But I’m going to a baseball game tomorrow and I’m bringing a book…
DEAR EVERYBODY STOP
I KNOW THAT YOU FIND TYPING IN TELEGRAPH FORM AMUSING STOP
MAYBE ONCE WAS FUNNY STOP
BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE…….STOP
Is this working? Why green?
188- Wow. Good for you. I never had much luck with guys, and don’t see my luck changing anytime soon.
215- Oh, poor you. *snibble* See you soon! Hopefully!
216- I like the last sentance of your telegram. ^_^ clever use of stop.
Does anyone else here like the Abarat books? There is going to be a fifth one apparently!
DY (215),
Remember Muser procedure for ballgames:
(1) Look for other Muse-age kids who are reading books there. If you spot one,
(2) Walk over.
(3) Say, “You need to know about this.”
(4) Hand him or her a piece of paper with “www.musefanpage.com” written on it.
(5) Disappear mysteriously back into the crowd.
218- I love abarat! but i thought it would be a trilogy…
Has anyone read The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue or The Book Thief by Markus Zusak? Just curious.
-ahem-
I’d like to divert everyone’s attention to the superb Poems and Songs v. 2006.2. Yes this is shameless plugging. But we’d love to hear your poems/songs/rhapsodies over the written word.
Posssstttttttt~.
Okay, okay. I will. As soon as I write a poem I deem fit enough to post.
#198: hope you have a good time there!
#202: or maybe were both completely wacked. oh well. printer actually doesnt taste that bad *takes another bite out of printer; ink dribbles off of chin*
ah, tea is good. im always drinking the cherry bing tea we sell at work. that stuff has so much caffeine…my – uh, most-likely-im-guessing-BF is obsessed with dandelion tea.
ha.
dandelion tea.
…actually, i want to try it now!
#211: your my hero. jeesh, i always thought summer was all about watching 3 hr movie marathons while eating junk food, and then blogging for another 3 or 4 hours – every day.
my life is ever so exciting.
*coughnotcough*
#215: aw, that sux!
222 (Axa)- I posted in P&S! Go me!
224 (emogrl)- Dandelion tea is yummy. Ever try chrysanthemum or jasmine? Also quite wonderful and very calming.
thanks for dropping that poems link, Axa! Heheheh… soon we shall revive that thread and THEN no one will be able to stop the muser-poets!
218- Really? But he hasn’t even gotten the third one out yet…. has he? *scurries off to check Amazon*
221- No, sadly. I will someday though, when I achieve my goal of reading every worth-reading book in the world.
I’m addicted to tea. In the morning I drink 3 cup of Russian Caravan, and I ice what’s left in the pot and drink it in the afternoon. I also like peppermint tea.
I just finished the 2nd abarat book. My library only has two abarat bookes-the first and second… MUST go find bookstore…
i don think the 3rd one is out yet…
emogrl- Yay for you!
218- Yes!! A fifth? How many are there??? I thought only two so far…
221- No, but The Stolen Child is on my list. I’l have to check out the other one, too!
I’m pretty sure there is going to be a fifth Artemis Fowl book, too…and I’m going to have to get it seeing as I started the series years ago and I would never stop. Reading any series or trilogy or whatever, actually. No matter how bad the books got. But the AF books are pretty decent.
I read the first Aretmis Foul book, and it was really good, but I didn’t really like the second one so I didn’t read the third.
where do you go rock climbing Panda?
i’m reading abarat righht now.
i read i am the messenger, another book by m.z.
ooh, that would be schweet if there was another AF book!
i drink jasmine tea a lot. it tastes good with honey.
SN – whats russian caravan?
I checked Amazon and Clive’ Barker’s website. The third one isn’t out yet but it’s due this year. It will be called Abarat:Absolute Midnight and have a black cover.
I like rock climbing. There’s a nice small indoor gym downtown. I’ve taking rock climbing camps there and in those we go up to the mountains and climb.
I’m currently reading Treasure Island. Yes, I had never read it before. It is muy bueno.
I like rock climbing. And high ropes. And roler costers. I never hold on. Adrenaline Adict! That’s me!
MontgumeryGurl!!!!!!!!!!! You’re back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Foo. My bunny got weird.
232- Yeah….I just Googled it. *is a complete dork* And found it on Wikipedia: here…
what’s stolen child about?
Hmmm… I was under the impression that there were only four books… Read it in a review somewhere…
I’m not good with hot things, so if I make tea I have to let it cool down a lot..
Sometimes teabags don’t always work for me, so I have my own little recipe, involving lemon extract, honey, and some of the powdery stuff from those little Crystal Lite packets that make lemonade.
we go climbing at this place near my house..GAPA will probably zap it if I name the place.
Poems? I love POETRY!! Ahem, ahem:
There once were two lemons, who wanted to bake
But did not know exactly just what to make
they read a cookbook
one shouted,”LOOK!”
and stuffed the other in a bowl making LEMON CUSTARD CAKE. :]
241- Oh, Crystal Lite! My family is obsessed with those!
Yay! I’m using my mom’s keen laptop to post. I tried to say something earlier, but we had to go and do stuff. For those who are curious, I went up to visit my cousins, most of whom live in Virginia. I’ve been having loads of fun!
I told my older cousins Catherine and Emily about tenrecs. They are actually deeply Muse-ish, but didn’t believe such a thing existed. So I Googled images and showed them. Emily really liked the yellow-and-black ones.
On the morrow, my Uncle Don will be visiting the house (belonging to my Aunt Lori and Uncle Pat, parents of previously mentioned) where my family and I are staying. He gave me my subscription to Muse (squee!).
*lurks off to Muse Fanfiction thread*
#235: rollercoasters = schweetness
i esp like the ones that go upside down!
#238: squeee! less than 3 months until its out!!!
*pulls SM into weird impromptu dance*
squee.
#241: im obsessed w/ crystal lite. i usually go through a pitcher of the strawberry kiwi stuff in 2 days.
you guys, i feel like s
t.
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i seriously feel like s
so we went on that date today, and it started out great. we went downtown, and i showed him this pagan shop i like to go in. it was fun. then we went to this place for dinner. we were out on the veranda, and it started raining, but the veranda was covered so it was actually cool to eat while watching the rain.
but then once we got back to my house, we were playing vid games and he asked for a kiss. well i just thought “why not?” so we did and he didnt make me do anything i didnt want to do, trust me, but i had this bad feeling, and i still do. because…
i wish we were just friends.
i think the reason why i feel bad is that i dont know why i dont love him. i mean, we have basically all the same interests, hes honest and easy to talk to, he likes me b/c im “easy to talk to” and not “fake” (“cakey w/ makeup” in his words). so he likes me for who i am, and it seems like someone like that is esp hard to find, esp for me! but im faking it right now. im faking i love him. and im being relly mean leading him on like this.
…ok, i think i know why i dont love him.
hes not weird enough!
uh, ill try to explain:
i guess…my ideal match would be a…total nutcase! i mean, a crazy sense of humour and all that. and he would be a lot more outgoing, in a random way.
me + (wont mention name) have a good balance during conversations and everything, but it seems like were just too serious. and hes a bit of a conformist. im not holding that against him. but seriously…i was head over heels for this one guy in 9th grade, and i mean he wore bright green cargos and pink shirts and stuff. and he was relly weird so thats why i liked him. maybe “original” is the adjective im looking for.
anyways, yeah. i feel like s
t.
Aw, Emogrl. That sounds pretty stressy. I dunno, I’ve never been in that situation.
(233) Russian caravan is a type of black tea. It has a kind of smokey taste.
(243) Hahaha! That’s funny. There’s a poems thread here:
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=330.
PLEASE PLEASE go there M & M we need more people!
(245)
That’s hard.
But here’s waht I have to say:
Whether or not he’s weird enough or not, you shouldn’t feel like you have to love him. I mean, you sound like you’ve beens freinds for a while but you’ve only gone on one date! Love is something that comes from a long relationship. Don’t feel like so bad about not “loving” him, because there’s no way you could.
I’m listening to The Who. They pwn!!
aw, thanx for the words of wisdom there.
i still havent thought of a way to break it to him that i just want to stay friends…but i might be able to buy some alone-time today (grandmas coming for dinner so i must remain in the house
) then ill have more time to think. right now, im thinking maybe i just wont say anything for another day or two. but then…what if he does something relly extravagent – like what if he buys some relly expensive gift for me or something? that will make breaking up with him ever more difficult.
n.
*moans*
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Urgh. Me needs choklit. My camp is awesome, but it is so dang freezing. Last night I had a dream I met Robert. I’m doing archery and stuff, very cool figuratively and literally.
Don’t worry: nightmares are common the first few nights in a new place.
I hear you really are on track to meet Samablamablous, however. True?
i’m sorry emogrl! but skippers right.
243- *applause*
245- Um, *dances too about AF book* Hmm, that sounds really sad…maybe you could try to get him to “loosen-up” or something? Maybe he was just really serious because he was nervous? And try it for a little…but if you don’t really like him that way, it would probably be a goode idea to break it off before things get too serious…Sorry, I’m not goode at advice…
I GOT ACCEPTED TO FORENSIC CAMP!!!!!!
245- *hugles* Poor you. Hmmm…I guess the best thing to do would be tell him soon..but I have no experence in these matters whatsoever. So. I guess my best advice is…go find someone who acually has advice. Sorry.
Poor you.
249- What did you say? Did you screem?
congraulations SM! have fun.
I am at my mother’s office. She has lots of pretty paper here.
*is easily amused*
*pies Jadestone*
Does that amuse you, SN?
please no pieing. *erects pie shield.*
Hey. *pies Copper Yeti when FF is not looking*
253- Cool! That sounds fun. When do you go? Was it hard to get in?
Forensic camp. That sounds really interesting! How did they accept people…?
…And so ends my brief stay on the Blog, as I am leaving for a tiny, tiny town in NC tomorrow morning. I’m still sane, and the Blog seems too be improving at a rapid pace. Most have given up spamming, too much first-post competition, bashing for no reason, and have at least tried to spell things correctly. Hurrah!
Anyway, farewell, I’m off to the land of hiking mountains, sleeping under tarps, harmony singing, Bring-It-Back-Alive playing, bagpipe piping, tibetan bowl singing, square dancing, woods-hiding, skit directing, and generally having a wicked good time.
if you want to pie, we can set up the first whenever we feel like it pie war tournament.
I feel I MUST tell you this, you all being my fellow MuseBloggers/Musers, so I’ll break the news to y’all:
My scores for the SAT came in yesterday. I’ll just throw it at you, let you digest these unfathomable numbers. I’ll include my scores from the first test, too, so you can see the miracle unfurl before your very eyes and compare the mind-boggling figures (mostly of the latter one).
TEST #1
Date: 1 April 2006 (Heck of a day for a test as important as this, let alone one at all.)
Critical Reading: 490
Writing: 490
Math: 470
Essay: 6 (scored 2 – 12)
(Pretty good – Not spectacular, but alright.)
TEST #2
Date: 3 June 2006
Critical Reading: 570 (69%)
Writing: 570
Math: 570 (65%)
Essay: 10
(Are these the correct scores?? Let me check….I think I logged in correct….Yuppers, those are mine!!)
Barely over 2 months and I scores increase by nearly 100 in an average. (It’s actually 86.6 with a repetand. Just checked.) I only studied a small bit and fell asleep when I did so. I was so worried I’d blow it because I hadn’t studied almost at all.
The cut-off to get into ATYP is 520, a heck of a lot more than you need to get into a small college (with my first scores I could’ve gotten into WMU). I’m in.
Though I must tell you, even though I got the same score in all three catagories, I’m really a lot better at Language Arts than Math. I’ll probably do the Language Arts rather than Math. But then there is the chance that I might not get into KAMSC, so it’d be nice if I could get a stab at more Math background.
But I know I’ll do Language Arts for sure. Rub this in the professor’s face!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tell me that’s “okay”!!
Hollllllllllly….GOD, I am AMAZED at myself!!
And another thing that’s AWESOME about this!!: My friend Elora could also do both the classes, but she’ll probably just do the Math, but because we won’t have Adavanced English this next year (not that TAG would do much anyway…) she’ll probably do the Language Arts as well. So we’ll have half the freaking DAY of classes together on Wednesdays!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
This is why I’m listening to “Got My Mind Set On You” in celebration:
“It’s gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time
To do it, to do it, to do it,
To do it, to do it, to do it right child”
Also,
“I know that if I out my mind to it
I know that I really can do it”
I put these lyrics in because I know it’ll be a HECK of a LOT of WORK (those words go together remarkably well!!), but I still want to do it. I don’t love ATYP or work or school devotently, it’s just that I’m SOOO glad that I finally get a challenging academic career to pursue outside of Scumbag Institution and Academy, which is my school, put nicely. Even the teachers say so.
*SQUEAKS AND SQUEALS AND SAYS “SQUEE” IN DELIGHT, PRIDE, HAPPINESS, RELIEF AND MAYBE A HINT OF NERVOUSNESS??*
I thought it was worth mentioning.
thanks guys…
#253: SCHWEETNESS!!!
Has anyone heard of The Faint?
i had never listened to them before, but then my friend gave me the cd the other day. techno! its so weird, but i listened to the cd 3 times yesterday. i luv it.
263 – Yaaaaay! Go you! You must be so happy! *Does dance*
what’s tibetan bowl singing?
yay KQ and SM!
260- No idea. GPA and entrance essay, probably.
263- w00t for you!…my scores came in ages ago. Don’t remember them & am too lazy to check online…I didn’t do well on the essay…My best score was math.
264-
It’s been raining like crazy all day here….and the Firmware Upgrade on my camera was sucessful!
Yay!! Thanks, everyone!! I pulled my groin the day before I heard and was pathetically limping around and when I saw the scores I promptly forgot about it! Wow, I’m SOOO happy!! *dances and sings to “I’m A Loser”*?? Not kidding, that is what’s playing right now…
268- Don’t feel bad about the essay: they only take about 2 minutes to grade the thing. Congrats about forensic camp!! Have a good time!!
Sorry, but aside from Essay, what are these scores out of? And what do the percentages mean? But whatever it all actually means, I’m sure you did really good. Congratulations!
Yeah, being only in seventh grade, I don’t know a lot about the SAT’s.
(207) how did you do that? i’ve worked out how to write > and ♥ , but not that.
we had three pigs, MG. c’ept now we have two. but we’re babysitting everybodies pigs for summer vacation, so we’ll have about seven or so.
< = < plus the semi colon.
Yes…what are the scores out of?
I think everything else is scored 200 – 800, so I’m in the upper half. The percentages tell you what percentage of college-bound seniors (nationwide, I think) I did better than. First time I took it, I only got in the 40% or something. But when you look at what time of year I took it, it makes sense that I got the better score at the end of the year. By then we had finished all our units and were reviewing for exams, so it was fresher in my head.
By “everything else” I mean the Critical Reading, Writing and Math. Sorry ’bout that.
Ebeth don’t ask a question if it’s not going to show up, no one will answer.
(she said “Yes…what are the scores out of?” for those of you who want to know
Record-breaking rainfall. Actually, it has been raining for the last, um, 4 days in the NorthEast. Like, people are evacuating from low ground and dams are close to breaking. This is crazy. Moste of it is further north than where I live (NEPA)…But the ground is completely soggy and streams abd the Susquehanna (sp?) are overflowing. Along with the basements of many people. Parts of [name of town where my school is omitted] that were flooded in ’72 from Hurricane Agnes are being evacuated. Like the nursing home where my aunt is. Which means that the bottom level of my school is most definitely flooded. The phone lines aren’t working but my cable internet is…The other day two people drowned in a spillway…but they jumped in…the first one because he thought he could swim in it [they recovered his body] and the second one tried to save him [but they didn’t find him]. This is totally insane.
#278: whoa…its been raining a lot here too, but not that much, and…
aw deus. it just started to again. and i have to walk to work soon! grr…
277-??? *is confuzzled* PP said that.
261- Have fun! Thanks for dropping in.
263- Cool! Congratulations! that’s great! The SATs sound like hell. GOod job.
278- Wow. That’s a lot of rain. It’s been rainging here too, and jsut that alone is awesome. But I can’t imagine it being that wet.
My freind and I had movie night…. we watched Tommy!!!! It was INCREDIBLE! I love Roger Daltrey.
Yes..there has been major flooding here. A few days ago, my uncle was stranded on the roof of his house in NY waiting for a boat to pick him up. yikes.
282- That’s crazy. He was picked up, right? I hope so!
Aargh. My basement flooded.
Yes..he was picked up, but he had to wait for a long time.
I took the SATs earlier this year… I got a perfect score on the Critical Reading and dismal on the math and essay. I didn’t have time ot finish the essay and freaked and forgot how to do logartihms on the math… Not to mention I’ve always been terrible at geometry. But I got into the school I applied to anyway, so it was all good.
272 (Axa)- Wait… like this?
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uh oh…
Sweet Melpomene,
After all the time that’s passed since Hurricane Agnes (34 years), the memory of listening to radio reports of the events along Susquehanna are still sharp in my mind. I didn’t live in NE Pennsylvania but a lot of my relatives did. My grandma’s apartment got flooded almost up to the ceiling. One of my uncles had a small stockyard and it got flooded and the cows floated down the river. I’m not sure if I’m remembering this right but I think most of them were found!
The most interesting (but sad) part of the whole thing for me was afterwards going through all the water-damaged photos rescued from my grandma’s. I got to see lots of pics of my aunts and uncles when they were kids. That was fun. The sad part was that lots were completely ruined.
I really hope your home doesn’t get flooded! But if it does, you’ll have some vivid memories, that’s for sure.
That’s so sad…but water-damaged photos look kind-of cool.
Some of this is on the national news. It’s unnerving.
Thanks…I hope not…My house is pretty high up…like our neighborhood is on top of a big hill…Some of my friends live in, um, lower [?] places, though…I hope they don’t get flooded out…
I think that, if my house were about to be flooded, I’d rip my computer out of the wall, take out the hard drive, run to get my favourite books, and then hope I can canoe. Yes, we have a canoe. It’ll be next to useless. I might as well get in a car. Two feet of water can float a car. I think. Yeah.
Okay, done rambling.
280- Strange…I was scrolling down and accedentally hilited everything and it looked like you said that, only ina weird font…oh dear. I’m eaither going mad or somthing strange happened…
247- Know who you should listen to because they pwn? They Might Be Giants! Try listening toBirdhouse in Your Soul and Ana Ng and Instanbul (not Constantinople) and Doctor Worm! They are all awesome songs!
227, 229 and anyone else who is asking, the only Abarat books that are out are the first and the second. There will be a third, fourth and a fifth.
Everybody’s talkin bout rain. But here in Washington (not DC but the one where the first STARBUCKS was built ^_^ heh heh) It’s really hot. WAHHHH we’ve been hitting record high temperatures and it makes me worry about global warming. SIGH. And then we watched March of the Penguins(awesome movie) yesterdays yesterday, and that made me think of the polar ice caps melting. I wanna watch “An Inconvenient Truth” though it’ll probably freak me out…
282 + 284 – sorry about all the flooding :[
Good Morning how are you, I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things.
I’m not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
One of my nieces introduced me to Doctor Worm — the song, that is, NOT the real or actual worm. Sure is catchy. And silly too. And a bit poignant. I’m rooting for you Dr. Worm.
Go Dr. Worm!! w00t!
Yikes! That’s scary about all the flooding.
It’s been raining here. I’m not sure if it’s early monsoons or what. It’s exciting though. When it rains here, we run into the backyard or the middle of the street and turn cartwheels. If the dry riverbeds get water in them, we out on golashes and go splooshing. It’s quite a celebration, especially because the drought is worse this year.
But I can’t imagine living in a place where it floods like that…
hope your ok PP and SM!
(293) That was easily the most moving film I have ever seen, and I higly reccommend you see it too. People can make all the excuses they want, but it comes down to the facts, and they can drown/burn with the rest of us, depending on their location.
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have you heard the cow town song?? It is higly amusing.
I came home from Philidelphia yesterday. they had MAJOR flooding in Pennsylvania, like 3 feet in some places.
GAPAS, can we have another polling place thread?
TMBG! w00t. My first post on MB was Why Does The Sun Shine? (The Sun Is A Mass Of Incandescent Gas) on the Poems & Songs Thread. Comment 12.
hahahahahhaaaa. Channel 99 on my television is currently displaying someone’s desktop. It isn’t mine; they’re using an older version of Windows. *watches* I think they’re scheduling TV shows. COOL!!!!!!!!!
Has this ever happened to anyone else here?
I’m in Michigan and we had a tremendous downpour yesterday, causing my mum to miss a meeting, but nothing too serious. I don’t live real near to the river in town, so I’m probably fine right where I am. Hope the flooding doesn’t turn into something tragic for you all, wish my best…
281 – You saw Tommy?? Oooh, not fair!! My brother’s Spanish teacher was supposed to give it [soundtrack] to us a couple months ago to put on iTunes, but she never did. Now he’s graduated and having unspeakable adventures in Europe, so I will have to wait until I get into High School (freakishly – one year from now) to get it, unless I buy it before then, which I probably won’t, because I’m cheap. It was sooo NOT fair because when I went to the mall a couple weeks ago to freak out the demon prepps, they had the soundtrack and I almost bought it but I didn’t have too much money so I couldn’t. Of course, it had to be the one Who album I didn’t have that they had and it also had to be two-disc deluxe edition and thus freaking EXPENSIVE!! So I got A Day At the Races instead. And a Led Zeppelin poster. Yay.
Dear me, I do rant on endlessly, don’t I??
I didn’t like March of the Penguins so much. I mean, the photography was amazing, and the birds are incredile creatures, but the commentary bothered me. It was constantly applying human emotions and concepts to animals where such things don’t apply. No, the birds DON’T fee love. No, they are not a big happy family. They do bond in ways, but it is not this human emotion called “love”. It’s nothing against the birds. But I hate it when people act as if animals are humans.I mean, animals should be respected like humans, but they don’t act like they do things for human reasons. They do what they because it helps them survive. NOT because of any sentimental inner emotion. That’s beautiful. You don’t apply human traits to animals to appreciate them.
Also, because the commentary was so filled up with comments about the “love” and “anguish” it gave hardly any real scientific information.
End rant. Sorry. But do you see what I mean?
I saw on the news about all the flooding in Mid-Atlantic states! Eek!
hehe. I remember when you posted that, SM. I found it highly amusing.
Yesss, I do so love polls. -requestrequest-
there was an article in todays paper about the east coast flooding – it looked relly bad! hope you east coast ppls are somewhere safe and sound!
well today the rain cleared up, and now the blue angels and navy seals are practicing for the airshow right over my house. they woke me up at 12:15 in the afternoon, of all the nerve. jk. but how would you like it if you were awakened by a couple planes doing dive-bombs and trying to break the sound barrier – right over your head??!! its a little scary!
cotton thirds the request for a polling place
sorry to double post, but i just noticed the thread. THANK YOU GAPA’S!
304- I agree. But couldn’t that be the reasons humans do things? *ponders*
In my experience, a lot of what people do is motivated by the desire to feel superior to other people.
Sence you closed the Help needed thread, i’ll ask here….do I get the lavender-spoted Choklit-sprinkled hot-pink-bunny points? *puppy dog eyes* Please?
Well, of course. Extra sprinkles for Ravenclaw.
311- Ture. *rolls eyes at random person*
Hello Museblog. I shall now make an announcement.
The Skipper is leaving tomarrow to go to ranch camp for 2 weeks. She will then be at a beach for on week, where she may or may not be able to post, depending on the availablility of computers. She is then going to band camp for one week.
So I either won’t be on for 2 weeks or one whole month. I shall miss you all dearly! I will be on a the rest of the day, and I might check in tomarrow sometime, so I’ll say my final goodbyes later.
*goes off the work on packing*
Awwwwwww…we’ll miss you! :'( Have a going-away pie! *pies skipper*
Is your band camp away or a day camp? Ours is a day camp, because there was too much hazing going on so they were like “rar, no overnight for you” Apparantely the class of ’09 was incredibly lucky, having just missed the last year of away camp. And how come, no matter how i spell apparantely, it looks wrong? how DO you spell it? Is that right?
Anyway, done rambling. The choklit is calling me…
Have fun, Skipper! We shall miss you!
311-Speaking of which…I saw Citizen Kane for the first time last night at the Ohio Theater. They have some kewl summer program where they show all these old movies on a big screen and stuff…it was an AMAZING movie. At first, the style was really weird and you were like “what in middle-earth are the talking about? What’s the point? The plot? What?” But eventually you get used to it and start to see where it’s going. Oh and btw don’t ruin it for ANYBODY if you’ve seen it before, because nobody told me the key plot twist and it was amazingly fun trying to figure it out. Don’t spoil things! That makes me so mad when people are just like “oh yeah at the end…” i’m like “Grr! Stop! No! Don’t wanna hear!”
g2g
Aargh. I tried getting my hair dyed. The lady made it four shades darker than my natural colour. But apparently my hair didn’t take to it and is now slightly darker and reddish. Once more, aargh.
320- Darn. That’s why I never do anything with my hair, except the ocasionaly ponytail when it’s hot out. Never(unless you count the time mom&VF ambushed me with the crimper…*shudders*).
Lesse… I am leavibg foe hockey camp(no computers there) on Wednsday, then on sunday I leave stright from camp and head to the airport, then we get bback a week later and I have 1 week off till overnight camp starts.
*Pies SN*
have a good time!
I just keep my hair in a (usually messy) ponytail.
are we going to have a part 4?
aw…bye ppl! *snibbles* have fun w/o me!!!
ooh, im getting my hair dyed next week. exciting.
my ears are still ringing from the planes this afternoon. they were so loud that my dog was scared.l
319-anyway continuing i guessed it was his mom. right about the time w/the glass ball, after his 2nd wife leaves him and he like goes crazy and the snow…that’s when i thought his mom. so i was really close but not quite. Anyway, we were in the Ohio theater like i said, in columbus. That place is AMAZING! They have like random couches sitting around, and all these steps and weird carvings and carpets on the walls and whatnot…it’s pretty sweet. And it’s HUGE! Pretty kewl place.
245- Oh, dear. I pity you. I honestly do. Here’s a bit of advice: give it time. You might find that you really like him if you spend more time with him.
I would have been scared to death.
249-
253- Yay! I think… I’ve never been a huge fan of stuff like that. But congrats!
255- Oh, I am as well. I made instant Jello pudding up at my aunt’s house in Virginia for this big family dinner we were having, and then I poured them into those little graham crusts. I was delighted, and entitled them “Topless Mini Pies”.
261- Have fun Pheebs!
263- Yippee! *gives choklit celebratory cake*
Various Posts- Splee for Doctor Worm
Even More Various Posts- All society is merely an attempt to impress one another. That’s my theory. Humans have the annoying and incomprehensible need to feel superior over other people.
315- Bye Skippy! Have fun!
So, I’m trying to do this thing where whenever I want to say something like “cool” or “sweet” I use more retro terminology, like this:
keen
spiffy
nifty
neat-o
boss
funky
psychadelic
groovy
righteous
funky-fresh
hip
dope
stoopid
bad
rad
swell
What do you think? Just a little project I thought I’d try.
I GOT MY MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!
YAY!
Like when in chicago they had the cows! Elaborating – –
So a bunch of people from an art place painted a bunch of life-size plastic cows and placed them stratigesly around the city. Some were decorated with flowers, one was covered in plastic gems, and one had a bunck of picaso stuff on it. still more were made to look like planes and it was really cool. There were 200. At the end they auctioned them off and gave all the money to charity. It was really, really cool.
328 (JS)- Oh, I loved the cows! Somebody who lives near me bought one and has it sitting on his roof. It’s really cool.
320 (SM)- This is why I was scared to get my hair dyed blue. *tragic sigh* Ah, yes, cowardice has found a new meaning in Penty-chan…
326 (Gwen)- Add ‘the cat’s pajamas’. That phrase is the cat’s pajamas. And the bee’s knees, too.
(317) It’s an over night camp. It’s actually on the grounds of some private univeresity up in Prescott… which is really cool. We get nice(ish) dorms and it’s not as hot.
(324) Ouch. I hate loud planes. They interrupt everything.
(326) I think that idea is just spiffy, kean, neat-o and riteous, Gwen.
Some more words to try:
bodacious
triumphant
most excellent
hoopy
froody
gnarly
magical
phontastique
brilliant
wunderbar
I like the way your mind works, oh Wise Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas.
(320)
I hate hair. Much sympathy.
Righteous! I love that word.
Please don’t say gnarly though. There are some REALLY annoying people in my class who say that aaaaaall the time. it gets on your nerves after a while.
It’s my last day of gym! w00t! Huzzah!
328-omg that’s most excellent and phontastique! (heehee) Somebody did a bunch of little models of the Calder in GR (By “the Calder” we mean the one in GR. The other’s aren’t calders. Obviously. They were just made by somebody named calder.
) They were pretty sweet. But cows are much froodier. Very spiffy.
Those word suggestions are both psychadelic and totally bodacious, Musers Skipper and Penty-chan. I will have to make a complete list of these swell words.
Perhaps we should try retro antonyms of these words as well? I think I only have a few.
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wiggedy-wiggedy-wack
Yeah, that’s all I’ve got. Would anyone else care to contribute to these neat-o wordlists showcasing the slang of the past few generations? If so, that’d be groovy.
This deserves a thread all its own.
it does.
gnarly is bad but gnar-gnar is INFINITLEY worse. do not say it under any circumstances
333- Yes GAPA, perhaps it does. I am proud to call this totally funky-fresh idea to use these and other such words my own.
The new thread is now in business, under the name Alternative Slang.
my grammer book is predijiced!
i think i have been reading the ancestor of the afareet story. it is way different, and many of the characters are changed beyond recognition or deletd. WEIRD
338 (FF)- Oh yeah. Definitely. I should probably re-read that sometime.
337 (also FF)- Why is that?
297- Exactly. I get so mad at the people who constantIy litter and pollute. Don’t they understand that they’re bringing their own deaths to themselves?? Wrote a story about pollution. It’s called Lake Joe :]
304- Yes, I understand. I guess I never thought about it that ways. Maybe they wrote the commentary like that to make it more a family type movie instead of a nature documentary so it would interest more people?Though I agree, photography and the film was excellent! Have fun at camp!
328- Cows? Cowsss??? OoooOOOOoo…. I wanna plastic cow.*drools* In Bellevue, I saw a bunch of Reindeer scattered about that were made of glass like material I think. So purddy.